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Soco Amaretto Lime

Jerry Schilling x Reader Smut

request: congrats on 2k!! could i get 12: “I could make you feel better.” w mister jerry schilling?? i love him sm 🙏🏾 by @dilfelvis

hi its mila!! congratulations on 2k 💕 💕 6. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.” by @sassy-ahsoka-tano

smut prompt #12: "I could make you feel better."

smut prompt #6: "My tongue still remembers the way you taste."

warnings: gender neutral/ afab!reader, smut, mentions of alcohol, underage alcohol consumption, brief cigarette smoking, inexperience, oral (afab receiving), fingering, oral (m receiving), cum eating, throat fucking, all the fun stuff.

summary: When your new neighbor Elvis Presley becomes your best friend, you meet one of his other friends, Jerry. The two of you share a special night together, only to never see each other again. At least, not for many years. What happens when you finally meet again?

word count: 4317

author’s note: welcome to request 5 of my 2k celebration! I have a soft spot for Jerry so this was super fun to write!! I hope everyone enjoys!! (: also, the timeline in this fic is kinda altered because Jerry would've been 18 in 1960, but for plot purposes, we'll say he was 18 in 1954 instead. also I kinda got carried away with the plot I had in my head so I'm sorry if this is kinda long lmao. also if it doesn't flow smoothly, I wrote half of this on campus earlier, and the rest just now so oop. (I don't feel like proof reading my stuff anymore atp sorry lol)

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"I'm gonna stay eighteen forever, so we can stay like this forever.”

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Your neighbor and new best friend, Elvis Presley, was throwing a small get-together at his big house down the road from yours. He’s invited you, insisting that you meet his other friends and family. You oblige, deciding that getting out of the house would be good for you. Besides, you got a nice new outfit you wanted to show off. Maybe you’ll make some new friends.

You’re studying yourself in the mirror, repeatedly fixing your hair to get it just right. You aren’t impressing anyone in particular, but you never know. Dusting yourself off, you head downstairs and bid farewell to your parents as you swing the front door open. You begin your half-mile trek to the Presleys, kicking at rocks in your way every now and then. It’s a mild day temperature-wise, so you aren’t surprised to see Elvis tossing a football back and forth to some of his friends when you finally reach Graceland. Elvis spots you and immediately waves you over to him excitedly.

“Hey! I’m glad you made it,” he yells, tossing the football to one of his buddies before meeting you halfway in the yard, “Let me introduce you to some people.”

You follow Elvis to where his friends are standing and talking amongst each other. They pause when they notice the two of you approach.

“This is cousin Billy,” Elvis gestures to a boy with dark hair, “This is Roger,” he then points to another guy with red hair, but your eyes land on the taller person next to him with sandy hair.

“This is Jerry. Say hi, Jerry,” Elvis slaps a hand onto his shoulder, grinning at you.

“Hi,” Jerry says a bit awkwardly, but you smile at him.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. They live down the road,” Elvis returns to his spot next to you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N!” Billy says, and Roger nods at you. Jerry remains quiet, looking down at his feet.

“Don’t mind Jerry, he’s a little shy is all,” Elvis jokes, causing Jerry’s face to flush slightly.

“I completely understand. I’m kinda shy too sometimes,” you say, trying to make the sandy-haired boy feel better.

“Now, who wants to play some football?” Elvis grins, motioning for Billy to toss the football back to him.

The five of you play a few football games before Gladys beckons everyone inside to get washed up for lunch. Three of the guys make a beeline to the front door while you hang back with Jerry, who is moving a little slower.

“So,” you say, walking alongside him, “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen,” he says, glancing over at you, “How about you?”

“Same,” you say, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun, “How do you know Elvis?”

“Believe it or not, we met playing football several years back,” Jerry chuckles, opening up to you a little.

“Really? That’s fun. Do you guys play football a lot?” 

“It’s few and far between now that Elvis is getting attention for his singing, but he tries to make time,” Jerry says, opening the door and letting you walk inside ahead of him.

“That’s good! I’m glad Elvis makes time for the little stuff,” you turn around to look at Jerry and walk with him to the washroom.

The both of you take turns washing up before heading to the dining room, where everyone but Billy is seated.

“Billy! Hurry up!” Elvis calls from the table, where everyone has now sat down.

“Imma comin’!” Billy shouts back from the kitchen.

He comes out with a pitcher of sweet tea and carefully sits it down at the center of the table before taking a seat across from Jerry, who is next to you. Everyone enjoys lunch and casually converses, including you and Jerry. You learn a lot about his everyday life, and he learns about yours. Every now and then, you’ll look up to see Elvis smirking at you knowingly. You just roll your eyes at him and look away.

The afternoon seems to go by quickly after lunch. You and the group of guys gather in the living room, and Elvis plays his vinyl collection. You all take turns dancing with each other.

“Would you care for a dance?” Jerry asks abashedly, scratching the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact.

“I’d love to,” you smile, taking Jerry’s offered hand.

The boys all watch the two of you dance in rhythm to the music. Billy nudges Elvis, who is still nose deep in his collection, searching for the next one to play. Elvis observes Jerry and you carefully, a smile growing on his face at the sight of his friends getting along.

The album ends, and Elvis and his friends all clap at your dancing skills, and you take a bow with your face burning in slight embarrassment. Jerry just stands next to you with a blush taunting his cheeks. You glance at the clock, noticing it is almost time for dinner at your house.

“Well, I best get going,” you sigh, turning to Jerry, “It was nice meeting you!”

“You too,” he says, his gaze lingering on you as you bid farewell to everyone else.

As you leave, you wonder if you’ll see Jerry again.

It’s now nearing ten at night, and you’re still in your clothes, lying on your bedroom floor as you listen to your favorite album. All you’ve been able to think about all evening is Jerry. You don’t know him extremely well, but well enough to have taken a liking to him. You wonder if he’s thinking about you the way you’re thinking about him. Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a sharp noise. You sit up and look around, unsure where the noise came from. It happens again, and you realize it’s coming from your bedroom window. You quickly get up and go to investigate. Resting your hands on your windowsill, you peer out of the glass, and your eyes fall onto someone standing in the yard.

“Jerry?” you wonder to yourself as you open the window.

“Jerry, what are you doing? It’s late,” you scold, looking behind you to ensure your parents aren’t coming.

“I just wanted to see you,” Jerry shrugs.

You sigh, wondering how you two could hang out without getting caught. Then, you remember your treehouse that’s in the backyard. 

“Do you see that treehouse in the back?” you ask quietly.

Jerry steps backward, studying the dimly lit backyard before nodding.

“Meet me there,” you say, fighting a giddy grin.

“Alright,” Jerry says.

You pull away from the window before shutting it, smoothing out any wrinkles on your outfit hurriedly as you look around for your shoes. Before leaving your bedroom, you go to your dresser and fish out a pack of cigarettes you’ve hidden from your parents. You didn’t smoke often, but you thought it’d be fun to do with Jerry if he also smoked.

Shutting your bedroom door quietly, you tiptoe down the hall, down the stairs, and through the living room and kitchen to the back door. You shut the door behind you, sneaking through the dewy grass to the treehouse ladder. You climb up and finally reach the top to see Jerry sitting in the corner, waiting for you.

“Hi,” you say, sitting across from him.

“Hi,” he says back.

You look around the treehouse for a moment before spotting the outline of a lantern you left up there, switching it on. There was enough light for you to see the bottle next to Jerry that he brought with him. You raise an eyebrow.

“Elvis got me a bottle to bring to you,” he says, noticing my curiosity, “But you don’t have to drink it if you don’t wanna.”

You shrug, “I don’t mind it. Do you smoke?”

“Only when I’m drinkin’.” Jerry chuckles.

“Alright,” you grin, handing him the pack of smokes with the lighter.

He offers you the bottle, and you break the seal, taking a swig. Your face twists into disgust as the alcohol burns down your throat, “That’s retched.”

Jerry laughs as he lights up a cigarette, taking a puff before handing it to you and taking the bottle from your hands.

“It’s whiskey, it’s not supposed to taste good,” he jokes.

You shrug, lighting your cigarette and taking a drag, “I don’t drink whiskey, so,” you trail off.

The two of you pass the bottle back and forth, taking puffs of your cigarettes as the bottle begins to empty quickly. You’re both now lying on the treehouse floor, staring up at the stars through the open roof, and you’re giggling over something Jerry had said about Elvis. You’re glad to see Jerry’s shyness slowly slip away the more the two of you drink. You both fall silent, and you start thinking about how you probably won’t see Elvis as much anymore with him becoming more musically successful. This also means you may not see Jerry anymore.

Jerry turns his head away from the sky and looks at you for a moment.

“I can hear you thinking too hard.”

You turn your head to look at him, “I’m just thinking about how I may not get to see Elvis as often since he’s getting famous.”

Jerry hums in response.

“And I may not get to see you as often either.”

This causes Jerry to turn his head back in your direction, his blue eyes scanning your face closely.

“You wanna see me?” he questions, “Usually, people care more about Elvis.”

“Well, I care about him, of course. But I care about you in a different way,” you say, focusing on the stars as if they’ll give you the courage to tell Jerry you like him.

“How so?”

You bite your lip, eyes burning into one particularly bright star, “I kinda like you.”

“Only kinda?” Jerry jokes, trying to lighten your obvious tenseness.

You turn to look at him, rolling your eyes and letting out a scoff, “You know what I mean, Jerry.”

“I do,” he says, “But I’d like to see you prove it.”

“How so?” you say mockingly, repeating his words from moments ago.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.”

“No,” you say, “I really don’t.”

Jerry sits up and offers his hands to pull you up with him. You take them and lift yourself from the wooden floor of the treehouse. You almost don’t want to let go of his hands for a second, but he releases your grasp before you can decide.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?” Jerry asks, and you furrow your eyebrows.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, I’m trying to ask if you’ve ever kissed anyone without blatantly asking. Because I want you to kiss me.”

“Oh,” you say, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, “You could’ve just asked.”

“You know I’m not good with being out there with other people,” Jerry says, his drunken honesty showing.

“True,” you giggle.

You stare into Jerry’s eyes, moving closer to him. 

Both of your knees are pressed against his, your body almost involuntarily moving closer to his because of the intoxicating proximity. The truth is, you’ve kissed a boy before. But not one that you were attracted to like you were with Jerry. You glance down at his lips as you lean into him, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. You close your eyes before letting your lips press to his. And it feels like magic when you do, even if that seems cheesy. Jerry cards his fingers through your hair, pulling you as close as possible. You open your mouth slightly to run your tongue along his bottom lip, and he allows you to slip it inside his mouth. But before you can fully take over the kiss, Jerry dominates your mouth with his tongue. You let him, feeling dizzy with growing lust. You’ve never done anything other than make out in your whole life, so the more intense the kiss gets, the dizzier you feel.

Jerry pulls away for a moment, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“Sorry, I don’t want to move too fast if you don’t want-”

You interrupt Jerry by gently kissing along his jaw, nipping at the skin lightly as he shakily inhales. You return to his lips, kissing him deeply. He returns the kiss with equal passion, his fingers curling into your hair and pulling a little. You quietly moan at the motion, allowing Jerry to slip his tongue back into your mouth. As the kiss gets more heated, you climb onto Jerry’s lap, much to his surprise. He removes his hand from your hair and places both hands on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin when you press your core against his. Jerry pulls away from the kiss again; this time, his eyes are no longer blue from how large his pupils have grown.

“I uh,” he says, unable to look away from your lips and unable to look you in the eye, “I’ve never done anything like this.”

“Me either,” you say, “I can stop if you want me to-”

“No,” Jerry says, stroking your face, “I want to take care of you.”

Jerry slowly guides you off his lap, “Lay down.”

You do as told, and Jerry hovers over you, giving you a kiss before slowly making his way down your neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses on your skin until he reaches the top of your shirt. He pulls the hem up to reveal your stomach, where he continues to pepper kisses, and you fight the urge to laugh from how it tickles. 

Jerry runs a finger along the waistband of your bottoms, “Is this okay to take off?”

“Yes,” you say, growing slightly nervous.

You’ve never let anyone near you like this before, so you’re a little worried. You’re a little drunk but trust Jerry nonetheless. Besides, sober you wouldn’t allow yourself to be so bold and willing. At least you aren’t alone in not having done anything sexual in your life, so you don’t expect this situation to be perfect. But hopefully, it’ll still be fun. You push your nerves away as Jerry pulls down your bottoms and underwear simultaneously, gently laying them next to your legs. You almost feel the urge to cover up as Jerry has his eyes on your half-naked body. He leans down on his forearms before moving his face downward. You feel his breath against your sensitive skin. Carefully, Jerry licks a stripe up your slit, gathering the small amount of arousal that resulted from the intense make-out session. He circles his tongue experimentally around your clit when he finds it, which makes you let out a shaky moan. It feels too good. Jerry continues the exhilarating movement, going faster as you let out the slightest noise. Your hands fly to his sandy hair when he dips his tongue into you, lapping at the growing wetness. He runs his tongue up and down your slit before gathering up spit and letting it fall onto your bundle of nerves. Jerry then swirls his tongue around it again, nipping at it with his teeth very softly to see how you react. You accidentally let out a loud moan, and your hand covers your mouth quickly. Jerry chuckles before he envelops your clit with his lips, sucking lightly and gauging your reaction with his pupil-blown eyes. You look down at him, your mouth covering your muffled moans. Jerry starts to suck a tad harder, before switching between kitten-licking at the bud and sucking harshly. You try your best not to wiggle around or make any noise, but the way Jerry makes you feel is making it difficult.

Jerry then gathers your slick with a finger, still assaulting your clit as he gently pushes in a finger. When he curls it, you have to bite down on your knuckle to keep quiet. Shortly after, Jerry adds another finger, and then a third as you grow impossibly wetter from the stimulation. He finds the sensitive spot inside of you, rubbing it with his fingers as he licks your sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re so close to orgasm, and it’s an intense feeling. Your stomach is in knots, and your body shakes from the newly experienced pleasure. Your thighs clamp around Jerry’s head as the knots come undone, pleasure overcoming you in waves. Your chest heaves as Jerry licks you and his fingers clean. He sits up and watches you twitch from your orgasm, softly running a hand over your thigh.

“That was,” you say shakily, “That was amazing. How did you know to do all of that?”

“I’ve seen some things but have never done it until now,” Jerry says, his face turning red.

He helps you get your bottoms back on after you offer to take care of him. He politely declines, saying it could be saved for next time. 

Except, that would be the last time you saw Jerry. Elvis rose to fame very quickly, and Jerry and cousin Billy joined him on tour, and every tour after that. Years go by, and you never forget your first time with Jerry. You don’t blame him for not seeing you again. He had things to do and take care of. When you’re 21, you finally move out to California for school. You finish school and work odd-ended jobs for a few years until you see that an opening for an internship at NBC is available. On your first day as an intern, you meet producer Steve Binder, who offers you a job as his assistant. This job could open doors for you while you get experience. You accept it right away. 

One day, Steve excitedly tells you about an idea for a comeback special for Elvis Presley. You perk up at this idea, hoping, after all this time, that you’d be able to see your friend again. It’s been nearly 15 years since you last saw Elvis, and so much has happened since then. It’s also been almost 15 years since you last saw Jerry. You and Steve work together to develop ideas for the special, bouncing stuff back and forth daily. 

The day you’ve been waiting for finally arrives when Elvis enters Steve’s office to talk to him. Steve is currently doing something else, so you’re in his office instead, organizing some papers. When Elvis enters the room, you almost don’t hear him.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

Your head snaps up at the familiar voice.

“The one and only,” you say, a huge smile spreading across your face, “How have you been?”

Elvis chuckles, walking over to you, “I’ve been dealing. How about you? I never thought I’d see you at NBC.”

“I’ve been wonderful. I came here for university a long time ago and decided to stay,” you explain, and Elvis nods.

“Jerry will be here in a second if you wanna say hi to him,” Elvis says.

“I’d love to,” you say, suddenly feeling nervous at the thought of seeing Jerry again.

You and Elvis continue the conversation until there’s a knock on the doorframe.

“Steve is on his way.”

You look over to see a much older Jerry with longer hair standing in the doorway. His eyes meet yours for a moment before he recognizes you. But before he can say anything, Steve approaches, and everyone dives into a conversation about the special.

You find yourself alone in the hallway outside of Steve’s office after the guys leave, and Steve shows them around the studio. You’re leaning against the wall, flipping through stapled pages of the plan for the special so far. You’re focused on reading until someone taps your shoulder. Turning around, you’re surprised to see Jerry behind you.

“Hi,” you say, surprised.

“Hi,” he says, looking you up and down not-so-subtly.

“It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” Jerry looks down, “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, I understand,” you say, “You got very busy very fast.”

“You moved away,” Jerry frowns.

“I did. I moved here for school.”

“Makes sense,” Jerry smiles, “I know you wanted to get into this business.”

You’re surprised he remembers anything you told him about yourself.

“You look good,” you say, eyeing Jerry carefully, taking in how much he’s changed. It was obviously a good change. He is still very much attractive to you.

“So do you,” Jerry says, stepping closer to you, “Are you doing anything right now?”

“Not really, just waiting for Steve’s next appointment in,” you glance down at your watch, “About an hour.”

“Wanna kill some time?” Jerry asks, his eyes not tearing away from you.

“What do you suggest?” you ask, trailing your eyes up his body, knowing what he’s hinting at.

“Follow me, and you’ll find out,” Jerry says, offering a hand for you to take.

For a moment, you hesitate. Did you really want to have sex with Jerry? Not to mention you’re in your workplace- did you want to risk getting caught? But you can't say no when his blue, familiar eyes meet yours. So you throw caution to the wind and take his hand. 

Jerry leads you to a private restroom toward the basement where no one would likely intrude.

“How romantic,” you joke as he opens the restroom door for you to enter.

When Jerry flips the light on and closes the door while locking it, you get down on your knees. You never forgot about him saying he’d let you take care of him the next time, even if that next time was a decade and a half later. So you were ready. Jerry turns around and looks down at you, surprised at your eagerness.

“You said I could take care of you the next time,” you say, running your tongue along your bottom lip with your face level with his zipper, “It’s now the next time.”

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” Jerry says, placing a hand under your chin, his fingers gripping it softly.

“Well, you’re the only man who has ever made me cum while eating me out. It’s the least I can do,” you shrug.

It was true. You’ve been in many serious relationships over the years, but none of them could satisfy you with oral. It was a little tragic knowing that the best you ever had was when you were 18 by an inexperienced guy you had just met. 

“Really?” Jerry exhales, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

“No man has ever made me feel good,” you pout, bringing a finger up to trace the outline of Jerry’s dick in his pants.

“That’s because only I could make you feel better, sweetheart,” Jerry lifts your head with his hand still under your chin, “And I will after you suck me off.”

You look up at him as he unbuttons his pants, pulling them and his underwear down, letting himself spring free. You immediately grab his length, circling your tongue around the tip as you feel him grow harder in your hand. Enveloping Jerry with your lips, you let him slide inside your mouth as far as you could allow him. Jerry’s hands steady your head, his fingers in your hair. With your hand, you pump the rest that wouldn’t fit in your mouth. Jerry’s head hits the restroom door he’s in front of, and a groan bubbles out of his mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat as you bob your head. Your hand and head set a rhythm, both moving back and a little faster with each movement. Jerry has to grip your hair in order not to thrust forward. You let go of his cock for a moment and grab both his hips, pulling them forward, wordlessly telling him you’ll allow him to fuck your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Jerry mutters, letting his hips snap forward sloppily. 

You nearly gag but breathe through your nose as best as Jerry’s cock slides down your throat. You hollow out your cheeks as your head bobs to his thrusts, creating a delectable rhythm that causes Jerry to moan. He grips your hair to keep your head still, fucking into your mouth quickly as obscene choking noises fill the room. You don’t mind, though. You thought about this experience many times when you were younger. Now that it’s come to fruition, you will gladly be cock drunk. Jerry’s pelvis slams into your face as he gets closer to the edge. You feel him twitching in your mouth with every erratic thrust. Jerry stills his movements, hot spurts of cum shooting down your throat and onto your tongue. Before he can offer a paper towel, you close your mouth and swallow. 

“You didn’t have to-”

“I know,” you shrug, “I don’t mind.”

Jerry just looks at you while completely blissed out, pulling his pants up.

“And you don’t have to make me feel better right now,” you say, standing up and dusting off your knees, “Maybe dinner first, and then you can make me feel better.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Jerry says.

You walk to the mirror to check your reflection, knowing you probably look like a wreck. Jerry walks behind you, running his hands along your hips as you wipe away the tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes from choking.

“You know,” Jerry leans into your ear, “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words, “If you don’t shut your trap, I’ll take you right here and now, Schilling.”

“Sounds like a deal,” he smirks.

“I think I’m rather hungry, though. Do you think you could behave for a few more hours?” you tease, staring at him through the mirror’s reflection.

“I can, just as long as you behave too,” Jerry says.

“Sounds like a deal,” you repeat his words with a smile.

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[elvisbooty76]

[rosepresley68]

EP + You + Memphis mafia = Chaos

Hey! I'm back, I'm still alive, don't worry, you'll have to do a lot to get rid of me.Well, let's get to the important thing, these are little things that arose in my mind, and who better than you to read them and give me your opinion, I hope you like it, if so, I will write more.Love and kisses for all. 😍❤️ 💞

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Elvis: ¿Would you do that for me?

(Y/N): Sure, I would do a lot of things to you.

Elvis: "For"

Elvis: "For me." Doll, right?

(Y/N): Yeah, that too.

Elvis:

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Elvis: I want to wake up with you for the rest of my life.

(Y/N): I wake up at 5 am.

Elvis:...

Elvis: I want to sleep with you for the rest of my life.

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Jerry: ¿What color are EP's eyes?

(Y/N): The most beautiful blue that exists in this or any other world, so deep that you could get lost in them.

Jerry: ¿When was the last time we saw him?

(Y/N): 14 minutes and 41 seconds ago, he finished a rehearsal, and went to prepare for his show.

Jerry: ¿And when did you first meet him?

(Y/N): In high school, he was two years older than me, we had never spoken but I felt like we had known each other all our lives.

Jerry: ¿And when is my birthday?

(Y/N):...

Jerry: ¿When is my birthday (Y/N)?

*Elvis, who had remained on the sidelines watching the entire conversation, decides to take part.*

Elvis: ¿When is my birthday Baby?

(Y/N): January 8 satnin

Elvis: That's my good girl

[vintagepresley]

Sweet Cherry

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader x Jerry Schiling

Word Count: 5,460 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Threesome, virgin reader, dirty talking, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), rough deep throating, rough fucking, just a lot of roughing the reader up, tons of spitting, use of the word ‘slut’, slight dumbification, some slapping, anal sex (male receiving), elvis and jerry taking turns with reader, mention of blood. Just pure filth. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Jerry x Elvis x reader was a requested fic that I got a bit carried away with so I made this one extra special. This is honestly pure fucking filth with no kind of plot really. Jerry and Elvis fight over the reader and Elvis suggests a threesome just to satisfy his need for you and his low-key sexual attraction to Jerry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! POSSIBLE SPELLING ERRORS.

You had been introduced to Elvis and his group of friends by a mutual friend of yours who was trying to set you up with Elvis. He was absolutely handsome even more so in person and you would've been all for it had you not laid eyes on Jerry, one of his closest friends. You thought Jerry was quite handsome and had a muscular build to him that you found even more attractive. He also had noticed you as well and he knew you were for Elvis and that he never liked for anyone to make a move on his women, but he couldn't help himself. You were tore between the two of them but you knew with Elvis and his history with women that you'd be a passing fling with him. But with Jerry you could have something lasting. When Jerry thought Elvis wasn't looking he walked over to you chatting you up a bit and you couldn't help but blush and giggle at his every word. Elvis became furious by this but keeping his temper at bay because there was tons of people around. But once everyone had left he never got his chance to yell at Jerry because the two of you had snuck off at some point of the little party. You ultimately chose Jerry.

Elvis took this as a betrayal from Jerry especially because Elvis really had a thing for you and wanted to get to know you. There was a strain between the two men after they had a heated discussion. It became so evident to everyone that hung around them especially you. The tension between them was so thick it was almost sexual. You knew that they had an extremely close friendship just from the way Jerry spoke about him. Sometimes you felt like maybe at one point they thought about being more than just friends because of how they acted with one another especially now. But Jerry tried to not let it get to him. He knew Elvis would find another woman to obsess over and he would have forgotten this whole situation. But Elvis wasn't going to let this go and unfortunately you got in the middle of their little issue. Whenever you were around them and Jerry would leave the room, Elvis would whisper the most inappropriate things to you or if you were in his way he'd grab your hips and move you. "Scuse me, baby." he'd whisper to you as his hands lingered longer than they should. Sometimes he'd even brush up against your ass and you could feel him hard against you. You never spoke a word of this to Jerry because a small part of you got turned on by it. Even though you chose Jerry didn't mean you didn't feel some sort of attraction toward Elvis.

This would happen often and Elvis would walk away with a shit eating grin on his face and thinking Jerry had no idea. But he did.. and he was pissed that when you all three of you were alone and you had gone inside to watch tv in the living room, Jerry confronted him. "What's your problem, man??" Jerry said. Elvis raised an eyebrow at him, acting as if he hadn't a clue of what he was talking about. "I don't have a problem, Jer.." he said with a smirk. "You think I don't see ya all over my girl!?" Jerry shouts. "Your girl!? She was mine before you stepped in and took her from me!" Elvis shouted back. "She was never yours! She chose me.. Get over it and stop touching her!" Jerry growled. "Or what!? Ya ever notice how she doesn't stop me? Hm? That's cause she likes it." he said with an asshole smirk on his face. Jerry's right hand was in a tight fist ready to swing on him. Elvis laughed softly. "Settle down, Jerry.. I've got idea that'll solve our problems.." he says with a grin. "What are you talkin' about?" Jerry asked still fuming. "Just listen.. I was thinkin' why don't the three of us engage in a threesome.. Then and only then.. I promise to back off-" before he could even finish what he was saying Jerry interrupted him. "What!? Are you nuts?! I haven't even fucked her yet!" he yelled.

"It's not the craziest idea I've had. Oh well, now that changes things.. I mean, think about it.. I get what I want and you get to fuck her for the first time and get what you want. Maybe.. Y'know the two of us get what we want.." he says under his breath as he looked around for a moment before placing a hand onto Jerry's waist pulling him toward him. "Don't tell me ya haven't thought about it.." he whispered. Jerry looked around frantically and his face turned completely red. "You're nuts.." he whispered. "But you're not sayin' no.." Elvis hummed. Jerry pulled back from him. "Fine.. But how will we tell her?" Jerry asked. "Who says we gotta tell her? Trust me.. She'll want it." he smirked. Jerry shook his head as the two of them made their way back inside and finding you in the living room and you smiled over at them and something seemed different about them. But you couldn't put your finger on it and you watched as they both sat on either side of you and very close. It was unusual for Elvis to do this especially in front of Jerry and you raised an eyebrow at him and looking over at Jerry who didn't seem to have a problem. So you didn't say a word.

All three of you sat there in silence and you felt Jerry place a hand on your left thigh and you smiled at him until you felt Elvis' fingers caressing the side of your right thigh. You looked down and then up at Elvis who was smirking and then you looked over at Jerry wondering if he was going to say something, but he pretended as if he didn't see it happening. You furrowed your brow a bit as your hands rested nervously in your lap and you continued to watch Elvis' wandering hand as Jerry squeezed at your left thigh. Elvis moved his hand over your thigh until it was in between them and he carefully tugged your skirt up just a smidge and now you were staring at Jerry waiting for him to say something as Elvis felt you up, but he still didn't say word and now you let out a soft gasp when you felt Elvis' hand brush right up against your panties. "Jerry!!!" you shouted angrily as you hit him on the shoulder. Elvis gripped your thigh in his hand and you could feel his breath against your face as he whispered, "Calm down, baby." with a smirk on his lips. "He doesn't mind, do ya?" he said looking over at Jerry. "I don't mind." Jerry said softly. You glanced at the both of them as they forced your skirt up revealing your white lace panties and Elvis smirked to himself as you let out a soft gasp.

Jerry moved his hand further up your thighs and he pressed two fingers up against your pussy and he could feel how wet your panties were already.. "Hm, you don't seem to mind either.. You're practically soaked, baby." he said with smirk looking over at Elvis. "I told ya.." Elvis hummed. You felt your face becoming red as Elvis spread your legs open and lifted one of your legs onto his lap and Jerry did the same with your other leg until you were spread wide open for them. You whimpered softly, trying to squirm from their grip as you watched Elvis bring his hand down to your panties and he rubbed firmly with three fingers against you causing you to jolt at the feeling as they held you still as he continued rubbing your pussy only causing you to moan softly and soak through your panties. "Goddamn.. You're a filthy little slut.." Elvis hummed as he moved your panties to the side, getting a good look at your dripping cunt, he licked over his lips as he glanced over at Jerry. "Get a look at that pretty little pussy.." Elvis said with a grin. You whined softly wanting to close your legs but they both had a tight grip on them and you watched as they marveled at your pussy, you hated how turned on it made you.

"Shit.. She's gonna make a mess on your couch." Jerry said with a chuckle before he slapped his hand against your sensitive pussy causing you to squeal and squirm. "Fucking slut.." he barked as he grabbed your face in his other hand and crashed his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss and then he pulled away pushing your face toward Elvis who grabbed your face in a tight grip and he spit into your mouth before he devoured your lips in a deep kiss and you let out a soft moan against his lips as Jerry began to unbutton your top as he kissed your neck. He yanked at your delicate blouse and popping the buttons off as he tore it open revealing your bare breasts and he groped them in his hands before he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth and he sucked on it. Elvis buried his fingers between your wet velvety folds, running them along your clit. "You a virgin, baby?" he asked lowly. You hesitated to answer and you just nodded slowly. He smirked widely before crashing his lips to yours again. Your moans growing louder against his mouth as you gave into them.

Elvis slapped his hand against your soaking cunt and he pulled back from your kiss. "We're gonna fuckin' ruin this sweet cherry.." he mumbled. You whimpered cutely, chewing on your bottom lip from the sound of his words and you gasped softly feeling Jerry bite at your breasts. "Get up ya fuckin' slut." he demanded. They both let you go and you swallowed harshly as you slowly got up from the couch your knees feeling weak as you stood there in front of them with your shirt tore and your skirt up. You watched as they both stood up and you could see their hard ons through their pants and Jerry made his way over to you removing your blouse and tossing it on the floor and Elvis unzipped your skirt and tugged it down along with your ruined panties until you were completely naked in front of them. "Goddamn.. She's beautiful.." Elvis hummed. "She sure is.." Jerry chuckled. You felt yourself growing shy as they stared at you and their eyes wandered over every inch your body, making comments to each other.

"Get on your knees, baby." Jerry mumbled. You chewed at the inside of your cheek nervously as you nodded your head and slowly sank down to your knees, the carpet rubbing up against your knees. You stared up at both men with your innocent doe eyes and watching as they both unbuckled their belts and soon removed their pants and tossing them to the side along with their shirts. Your eyes widen at the sight of how big their cocks were and you gulped nervously as your hands gripped onto your thighs. "Has she sucked your dick yet, Jerry?" Elvis asked with a smirk. Jerry shook his head with a grin. "Not yet.." he uttered. "Mm.. Well, she's your girl.. You get to break her in first." he grinned. "Open your mouth, baby." Elvis mumbled. You slowly opened your mouth and Elvis gripped your face as he spit right into your mouth and then he turned you toward Jerry who gathered enough saliva in his mouth to spit right into yours and then they both spit into your mouth together causing some of it to drip from your mouth and onto your breasts and when you went to close your mouth, Jerry gave your cheek a gentle slap. "Uh uh.. Keep it open.." Jerry growled, prompting you to keep your mouth wide open for them. "I think she's good and ready for ya." Elvis said softly as he combed his fingers through your hair.

Jerry smirked as he stood in front of you and Elvis stood behind you and he grabbed a hold of your head keeping it still for him as Jerry slowly guided his cock into your mouth and he hit the back of your throat immediately which caused you to gag quietly and you reached up to place your hands on his thighs. Elvis held your head up. "Keep your fuckin' eyes on him while he fucks that tight throat." Elvis growled. Jerry took it easy on you at first slowly sliding his cock in and out of your mouth causing soft noises to escape your mouth and he would hit the back of your throat causing soft gags to leave you as he groaned softly. But his gentleness was soon gone as he smirked down at you and gave your face a few gentle slaps and you squeaked softly. "Ready to take this cock down your throat, hm?" he hummed. You nodded with your mouth still wide open and Elvis having a firm grip on your head and getting even more turned on by the sight of you and Jerry's cock. Elvis held you still as Jerry guided his cock back inside of your mouth and Elvis was rubbing his hand around your throat. "Just relax.." he uttered softly as he pushed your face forward and the both of them forcing you to take Jerry's cock down your throat until you made his entire length disappear and his balls hit against your chin. Jerry's hips squirmed as he groaned loudly. "Goddamn.." he grunted.

"Fuck me.. Look at her take that dick down her throat. Good fuckin' girl.." Elvis hummed. Your nails dug into Jerry's thighs as you gagged and choked that each noise sounded pornographic and saliva pooled out of the sides of your mouth and dripping down in globs, as you squealed around his cock and tears streamed down your cheeks. Jerry tilted his head back as he groaned louder and his eyes rolled back. Elvis yanked your head back to let you up for air and Jerry's cock popped out of your mouth with strings of saliva falling down your chin and onto your breasts. You gasped loudly as you tried to suck in as much air as possible and the two of them chuckled softly. "Good girl. You ready to take Elvis down your throat?" Jerry muttered as he leaned down to kiss your saliva covered lips and you nodded slowly as you turned around to face him and he smirked widely at the sight of you and his cock aching to be down your throat. You felt Jerry grab your head and hold it still for Elvis and he leaned down toward you. "Open that pretty mouth of yours, baby." He whispered into your ear and you listened obediently and opened your mouth for Elvis. Jerry grinned as he stood up straight again. "Ready, baby?" Elvis hummed. You nodded slowly.

You placed your hands onto his thighs already grasping them tight as you prepared yourself. Elvis guided his cock into your warm and wet mouth and he was already groaning. You tried your best to relax your throat as you felt Jerry pushing your head forward and forcing you to take every inch of Elvis' cock down your throat and he groaned out loudly. "F-Fuck..." he mumbled under his breath as you made his cock disappear and he slowly thrusted himself down your throat as he held onto your shoulders and your nails dug into his thighs as the pornographic noises left your mouth and drool poured even more from your mouth this time and your eyes were red with tears and your mascara a mess as it ran down your cheeks. You tried to pull back but they would let you yet and you watched as Elvis tilted his head back trying to choke back a moan and then Jerry yanked your head back to let you breath and Elvis' cock popped out of your mouth and you gasped and coughed loudly as saliva dripped all over you. "Goddamn girl.." Elvis groaned with a smirk. You breathed heavily as you watched the two of them grinning with delight at what they just did and squeezed your thighs tight together because you could feel your slick pooling out of you from how turned on you were from being used by them that your inner thighs felt wet.

Elvis smirked at Jerry and the two of them did something you weren't too surprised about but also wasn't expecting. Elvis had pulled Jerry toward him and kissed him deeply and two men embraced for a moment as they kissed sloppily and Elvis reached down to grab your hand and placing on his cock and then placing your other hand on Jerry's. He pulled back from their kiss for a moment. "We're not finished with you.." he mumbled softly before kissing Jerry again and the two of them groaned softly into each other's mouths. You began to stroke both of their saliva covered cocks in your hands as you were sandwiched in between them. You stared up at them becoming more turned on than you already were by the sight of them until they eventually pulled away and Elvis grabbed a hold of you and stood you back up on your feet. You squealed from how rough he was being and he pushed you over to the couch and sat you down and pushed you back against the couch and he and Jerry kneeled down in front of you. Elvis was on your right and Jerry on the left as they grabbed a hold of your legs and spread them a part as they bent them slightly and pushed them back so they were nearly by your head as you laid completely and embarrassingly exposed to them and they made you hold your legs up.

Elvis eyes widen at the beautiful sight of your dripping wet cunt. "Goddamn, baby.. You've made a mess on yaself already." he and Jerry chuckled. "She really is a filthy slut." Jerry muttered as his fingers played in your slick that coated your inner thighs. "Mm.. We're gonna get this pussy to open up nicely.." Elvis grinned. You whined softly and feeling your cheeks rosy and burning because of how shy you felt. You took a deep breath the moment you felt Elvis' fingers circling around your sensitive clit and you whimpered loudly as he played with the swollen bud and then you felt your breath hitch as you choked back a moan the moment you felt two of Jerry's fingers circling around your tight virgin hole. "Sit still for us, mama.." Elvis mewled. You let out the most embarrassingly loud moan when Elvis wrapped his mouth around your clit and his tongue firmly pressed against it as he lapped up your sweet arousal as he began to suck on your clit. You dug your nails into your thighs as you tried to keep your legs held back as the two of them played with your pussy. Jerry shoved his fingers into your pussy not even giving you a chance to get use to the size of them and you yelped softly. "FUCK." he growled when he felt how tight you were around his two fingers and the way your pussy clenched and throbbed around him.

Elvis groaned softly against your clit as he sucked faster, flicking the sensitive bud between his tongue and slurping up as much of your slick as he could as his face was buried in your pussy. You shut your eyes tight as your head rested firmly against the cushion of the couch and you cried out softly as your moans grew more intense and loud between each whimper. Jerry shoved his fingers inside of you until they completely disappeared and he pumped them slowly, watching with delight as you soaked his fingers and he could feel your warm cunt opening up and adjusting to the size of his fingers. He smirked to himself and decided to add a third finger inside of you and you jolted at the feeling as he shoved his fingers in deep and began to fuck you faster with them. He leaned down to lick up the pooling mess you were making on yourself, getting a bit of Elvis' saliva in his mouth that dripped down your pussy as he sucked your clit.

Elvis pulled back with a wide smirk and his face a mess with your slick and he glanced down to see Jerry fucking you deep with his fingers. "Mm.. Lemme see open you got our sweet cherry.." he said with a grin. Jerry slowly pulled his dripping wet fingers out of you and you whimpered at the feeling. Elvis licked over his lips seeing your tight hole opened enough for them to try to fuck you. "God this pussy is fuckin' perfect.." Elvis said softly. "She taste even better.." Jerry chuckled as he licked some of your slick of his fingers and then he stuck those fingers in Elvis' mouth and he sucked you off Jerry's fingers slowly a soft "Mm" escaping his lips before he plopped the mans fingers out of his mouth. "Taste so fuckin' good.." he mumbled. You wanted to get up from your uncomfortable position but Elvis shook his head. "Stay just like that, sugar.." he said softly. You let out a small huff as you watched them stand back up. "You first, Jerry." Elvis said with a grin as he patted the mans shoulder causing a smirk to form on Jerry's lips as he grabbed your hips and tugged you forward. The way you were positioned with your legs forced back it gave them easier access to the one thing they wanted.

You took slow deep breaths as you prepared yourself knowing that they weren't going to take it easy on you, Elvis especially. You never imagined your first time being like this at all. But every part of your body loved it and was ready to submit to them however they liked. "You ready for him to take that sweet cherry of yours, baby?" Elvis said with a grin as he brush a hand through your messy hair. You stared up at him nodding your head. He chuckled softly, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it slowly as he watched Jerry slowly guide the head of his cock inside of you and you winced softly in pain feeling him pushing his way inside of you and your toes curled and you whimpered softly that they sounded almost like cries from the pain and each time he inched himself inside of you it only forced your pussy to open up for him. "J-Jerry.. It hurts.." you whimpered, but he ignored you. Elvis stroked his cock at the beautiful sight of you taking Jerry who was groaning softly. "So goddamn tight.." he mumbled. Elvis continued to pet your hair with his other hand. "Shh.. It won't hurt for long, baby.." he whispered as he tried to comfort you through the pain. Jerry's hands gripped tight around your hips as he slammed the rest of his cock deep inside of you and you let out a loud cry as you trembled beneath him.

"Good girl.. Look at ya taking that big dick inside of ya." Elvis hummed as he saw a small amount of blood seeping out of you. Elvis caressed his hand against your cheek. "Hot damn, baby, he broke that cherry of yours.." he grinned. You leaned into Elvis' touch as you whimpered softly feeling Jerry's cock throbbing inside of you. He started thrusting his hips at a steady pace as you adjusted to his size and your pain induced whimpers turned into soft moans and your mouth in form of an O shape as you moaned his name softly. Elvis captured his bottom lip between his teeth as he pumped his cock faster in his hand, groaning along with Jerry as he watched him fuck you. Jerry began to slam his hips against you faster and harder as he forced you to take every inch of him and he fucked you right into the couch and your whole body trembled with pleasure. "Goddamn. Let me get a turn!" Elvis barked. Jerry didn't want to pull out but he could see Elvis was itching to get his turn with you and he groaned loudly as he pulled out. "Fuck." Jerry uttered softly and they switched places and Elvis grabbed you by your waist and lifted you slightly from the couch as your legs dangled as you tried to stay in your position.

Jerry wrapped his hand around his aching, dripping cock and stroked himself quickly as he licked his lips watching as Elvis slammed his cock inside of you with ease. You cried out his name softly feeling his entire cock slam deep inside of you and he held you still as he fucked you hard, slamming his hips right up against you as his balls slapped against your ass and his cock hit right up against your cervix. "Fuck baby.. This pussy feels so damn good.." he grunted loudly. You squirmed, whimpered and moaned loudly and your body felt so weak, but the two of them continued to take turns with you and using you for their pleasure and causing you to cum twice already from the way they pounded your pussy. You enjoyed every single moment of it. Soon Elvis was finally lifting you up from the couch and your body hurt from the position they forced you to stay in and your legs felt numb and weak as he made you stand on your feet. Elvis cupped your face in his hands with a tight grip and he kissed you deeply. "Fuckin' good little slut.. Lettin' us break ya in.." he growled as he passed you over to Jerry who pulled you against him and kissed you sloppily as he reached around to give your ass a slap and you squealed against your lips.

"Almost done, baby.." Elvis grinned as he grabbed you forced you back onto the couch. But now you were in a whole new position he forced you onto your knees and had you down on all fours and he arched your back so that your ass was in the air. He made you wait there like that as he grabbed Jerry and the two men kissed, slipping their arms around one another and you tilted your head back to watch the two of them. "You gonna let me fuck ya while you fuck your girl, Jerry?" Elvis mumbled on his lips as he reached down to spank his ass. Jerry let out a soft noise as he nodded with a smirk. "Mhm.." he hummed. You giggled softly at the sight of them before they pulled away from each other and Jerry took his place behind you on the couch and he spanked your ass a few times and each slap harder than the last and you let out soft squeals. "Ow!" you pouted and he chuckled softly as he squeezed your ass cheeks in his hands as he parted them and seeing your dripping cunt still ready for more cock. You peered behind you and watched as Elvis got behind Jerry, running his hands along his ass slowly.

Jerry leaned over you as he shoved his cock back inside of you and you trembled and squealed with delight as a moan left your lips. Jerry had himself bent over enough for Elvis to get his cock inside of him when he was ready. Elvis licked over his lips with a smirk as he stared at Jerry's tight pink rim and he ran his fingers along it, causing a shiver to run down Jerry's spine as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace. Elvis grinned and brought his hand up to his mouth spitting into it a few times and then stroking his cock to get it nice and wet so he was able to slip inside his friend. He luckily still had your slick glistening on his cock to help, he grabbed his cock and he teased Jerry's rim with the head of his cock and two men groaned loudly as Elvis slowly, very slowly, inch by inch guided his cock into Jerry's ass. Jerry's whole body trembled by this new pleasure he never felt before as he felt Elvis' pulsing cock inside of him and stretching him out. Which forced him to slam inside of you hard once Elvis bottomed out inside of him, prompted loud grunts and groans to escape them both. "Fuck.. So damn tight.. I love it.." Elvis mumbled under his breath. "Oh god.. Elvis.." Jerry hummed.

Now Jerry was thrusting into you as Elvis thrusted into him and the three of you moaning together as your sweaty and hot bodies slammed against one another. "Goddamn, Jerry.. You feel so good 'round my cock.." he moaned out, slamming harder into him and stretching him open as Jerry plowed into you. All three of you so completely overstimulated, tired, hot, sweaty and in complete bliss. So it was no surprise that the three of you were nearing your orgasm, especially you because your body was already worn out and tired from your two orgasms already that the third one was approaching quick and you could feel Jerry's hips stirring against you and his body shaking and his breath heavy and almost inaudible as Elvis pushed him even further toward his pleasure. Elvis was so close and had been the entire night but the way Jerry clenched around him was about to push him deep into his orgasm. The noises the three of you made were practically pornographic and louder than ever. "F-F-Fuck.. gonna cum... a-again.." you squealed. "Go 'head, baby.. So am I.." Elvis grunted. "M-Me too.." Jerry groaned. You cried out as your body shook and you made a big mess on Elvis' couch for the third time tonight and on Jerry's cock, whimpering softly as your body was ready to collapse the moment you finished, but Jerry wasn't done yet.

Elvis' hips bucked against Jerry as his body convulsed and he quickly pulled out of Jerry as his orgasm had hit and he climbed off the couch and quickly walked over to you, stroking his cock hard and faster as he whimpered softly and his eyes shut as he panted as he aimed his cock at your face and suddenly ropes of his warm cum coated your face white as it dripped down onto the couch and you had opened your mouth to catch some of it as he emptied his balls on your face and in your mouth but also getting some in your hair. He let out a relieved sigh. "Damn.." he mumbled as he watched Jerry now finally reach his orgasm and he quickly pulled out of you and forced you to turn around and he emptied his balls onto your pussy and your stomach and he grunted lowly as he finished and he collapsed back against the couch tiredly. Elvis plopped down in front of him and Jerry slipped his arms around his torso as you laid there covered in their cum and trying to catch your breath as the room felt like it was spinning. Elvis and Jerry chuckled softly at the messy sight of you. "C'mere, honey." Elvis smiled.

You tiredly got up as your body ached all over and you settled yourself between Elvis' legs and he slipped his arms around you as you leaned into him, resting against his chest and now you felt Jerry's arms extend toward you as they both held you. Jerry rested his chin against Elvis' shoulder as he gave him a kiss on the cheek. You tilted your head up to look at the two of them, smiling. "I knew the two of you had some unspoken sexual tension." You giggled softly. "Hush.." Jerry laughed. Elvis smirked at your words. "Seeing him with you made me even more jealous than usual because I wanted you both.." Elvis laughed. "Well you got us.." you beamed giving both of their hands kisses. "It was hot as fuck.. Damn.. I know what I promised.. But we've gotta do this again, Jerry." Elvis chuckled.

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[satninroses]

Imagine #4| Jerry Schilling x Reader

Being Jerry’s girlfriend on the road.

“Baby, get up! We got an early day.” Jerry spoke from across the hotel room. You laid in bed, awake, but unmoving. “Mmm... I'm so tired. Why can't E just take a day off?” You drew out your sentences. You snuggled more into the covers and slowly drifted off back to sleep.

You and Jerry had been at this for about 10 minutes now. It’s not that you needed to leave right away but, he still wanted you to get up and around.

“(Y/N), baby. You gotta get up. Elvis offered to buy us breakfast today since we’re starting so early. How does that sound? Maybe some pancakes and coffee?” You hummed in response and let a small smile grace your lips. You opened your eyes and sat up again.

“Do you really mean it?” You spoke quietly. Jerry smiled and walked over to where you were stationed on the bed. He gave you a small kiss on the nose.

“Yes baby, I mean it. Now, let’s get up and around and we can go get some food.” You nodded and swung your feet over the side of the bed, finally getting ready for the day.

[hooked-on-elvis]

I'm shocked (not really, but it's shocking to hear this anyway) to learn that at some point in life Priscilla sued Marty Lacker for a money Elvis gave him. She dropped the lawsuit when Marty counterclaimed it. Marty says "She messed with the wrong guy, but she was trying to use me as a test case against the other guys. She is a lovely person."

(1) February 25-26, 1965: Elvis signing autographs for fans in Nashville while he was in town for the recording session for the "Harum Scarum" movie soundtrack. Marty Lacker is seen by Elvis' side.

YOUTUBE - INTERVIEW WITH MARTY LACKER BY JOE KREIN PART 3 (out of 4) (go to 30:00 to listen his story about the lawsuit by Priscilla)

Now, this is just my personal comments on this but for all I've learned about Marty Lacker so far I believe he had the best interests at heart concerning Elvis. He helped EP with his music career A LOT. The way he puts it, it seems he worried with Elvis' name in the business because: 1. Marty knew EP had so much to offer (as everybody else knew), so much talent to go to waste on unworthy movies and its soundtracks and on general commercially weak songs, and 2. I bet it wasn't funny to see people mocking his friend for the kind of music and movies Elvis was making. Marty, as well as some other Memphis Mafia guys, worried about Elvis' personal satisfaction and well-being for multiple reasons... maybe not all of them being selfless but I still believe they did care about Elvis as a friend and human being even if they had hidden interests and whatever was the nature of them.

Now, all of those guys (all the people) around EP were seeing him killing himself little by little while trying to numb the disturbing thoughts in his mind and the sorrow in his soul... they were witnessing all of the sad incidents happening over the years where Elvis would end up hurting himself or almost dead. Marty was one of the few people that would go against Colonel Parker when he convinced Elvis to try something new for his career, something that would end up giving Elvis a great refreshing moment in his life, something he was hoping for deep down but somehow couldn't imagine how to make it happen himself and the ones who were in the place to advice him were too busy with their own personal agendas to care about the King's aspirations for his career.

Marty was the one to manage getting Elvis into the American Sound studio (later at the Stax too), and Marty was also the one to recommend the Sweet Inspirations to work on Elvis' concerts. Just by that alone, ALONE, could you really think Marty deserved a lawsuit for a money Priscilla didn't even need? I mean, where is the gratitude to some of the close friends of the man she allegedly says she loved?

As he said in the same interview, Marty was no saint… he wasn't a leech either. There was a time when Elvis lent him some money and Marty paid him back some time later, so Elvis was deeply touched by it because normally no one would pay him back ever! That shows something, right?

Maybe I don't know enough yet because I'm relatively a new born in the Elvis fandom, and I absolutely don't agree with every statement I've listened/read coming from Marty but in general I see him as one of the good guys from the Memphis Mafia bunch. I mean, every story has two sides. Maybe Priscilla sued Marty after being counselled to do so by some lawyer she had, like she was when she decided take Elvis to the court again in 1973, asking for more money after the divorce settlement had been set in 1972 - and by this I mean she could've been convinced to sue Marty instead of having the idea herself, which at least would make things a little less awful. But any reason she had to do that, I mean... why? There's things in life we just don't do. Even if she didn't personally liked the guy (and we know from Elvis' friends the ones she really liked were Joe Esposito and Jerry Schilling), she had to admit Marty was a great contributor to the Elvis Presley estate from which she benefits until today. I think for all Marty did for Elvis' career it's reasonable to think that any money he could've borrowed from EP would have already made its way back into the Presley's bank account in other ways. Maybe a little bit of gratitude and respect to him wouldn't hurt. I mean, I'm not totally against Priscilla... in some ways I can understand her, I really can, but not on this. Not when it comes to her greediness.

I just wonder what would Elvis think.

(2) The Presley's wedding day, February 1, 1967. Marty with Elvis and Priscilla.

FURTHER INFO: On July 17 1973, "in the papers presented to the court Priscilla's new attorney seeks to set aside the original divorce settlement." - Excerpt from 'Elvis Day by Day' by Peter Guralnick and Ernst Jorgensen. Now in addition to what has been agreed on the August 1972 divorce settlement, from the 1973 new settlement Priscilla would also receive, among other things, Spousal support, additional $625,000 (in cash) to the original $100.000 agreed and 5% of Elvis' royalties.

[sissylittlefeather]

This is the Story

Chapter 6

A/N: I'm super nervous to publish this chapter, for some reason, so if you like it please let me know! And I hope you do love it! This is so fluffy it's the unicorn from Despicable Me.

ICYMI: This is the one with the OC Grace Dubois, author and single mom of Wendy. It's set in 1973 and this chapter happens in November, just after Halloween. Need to catch up? Here are links:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Warnings: None really? Again. It's. So. Fluffy.

Word count: 2.9k

Song that inspired the series:

Both Elvis and Grace get ready for bed and attempt sleeping, trying and failing to think of anything but each other.

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The next day, Grace takes her time getting ready to go to Graceland. She normally arrives around lunchtime, but today it's almost 2pm. When she finally arrives, she knocks on the door and Elvis answers. He gives her an awkward smile and coughs as he gestures for her to come in. They get up to his office and he seems to be having trouble sitting still. He keeps getting up to get a glass of water or an aspirin or to go to the bathroom.

Grace starts to think she imagined everything that she thought was between them last night. He seems to be doing everything in his power to avoid her. Why did he hug her then? And the almost kiss? What was that if he can't stand to be in her presence?

After about an hour of this, Grace is starting to get irritated with him. Eventually, he stops her from asking questions.

"I'm sorry; I think we're going to have to be done for today. I'm not feeling well." He smiles awkwardly and stands up to walk her to the door.

Now she's angry. Yes, maybe it was a little awkward after last night, but if he has to make up a lie about not feeling well just to get out of her presence, she's not going to force him. She nods curtly and heads for the door. When they get there, he acts like he wants to hug her again, but she walks straight past him to her car.

The next day is Friday, so she drops Wendy off at school and is ready to let Elvis know how she's feeling when the phone rings out of nowhere.

"Ms. Dubois? This is Jerry Schilling. Elvis won't be needing you to come to the house today. Thank you." Click.

He didn't even give her a chance to ask why or say anything at all. But if Elvis is that desperate to avoid her, then fine. She'll just wait until the weekly Sunday night call, when they make a schedule for the upcoming week, to let him know what she thinks.

But on Sunday evening, there's no phone call. Grace sits on the side of her bed trying not to cry. What did she do wrong? It felt like maybe she had finally found someone she could trust after all these years. But now he is reminding her of Wendy's father. She had trusted him and then he abandoned her when she needed him the most. Was Elvis doing the same thing? She wasn't exactly in a crisis, but he was already proving that he was untrustworthy.

Frank was right. She should've kept her distance.

"Mama, what's wrong?" Wendy comes into her room and sits next to her on the bed.

"Oh, nothing, I'm fine, sweetie."

"Is this about Daddy?"

"Daddy?"

"Mr. Presley!" Wendy rolls her eyes a little that Grace doesn't remember.

"Honey, no. It has nothing to do with him. And he's not your daddy. You shouldn't call him that."

"Why not? Lisa Marie said I could." Grace puts a hand on her forehead. The pounding behind her eyes is starting to get to her.

"You just... can't, okay?" Wendy nods slowly.

"Sure. I'll stop." She says it quietly, but she has no intention of stopping.

On Monday morning, Grace is ready to go to battle with Elvis. He has now ignored her for three full days. It doesn't matter how awkward it might've been on Halloween. He could at least apologize to her face and let her know he wasn't interested. Instead, he's sneaking around and avoiding her like a child. And he was mad that she disappeared?

She drops Wendy off and goes straight to the house around 9am. It's earlier than she's ever been there and she knows Elvis is probably still asleep, but she is fully prepared to stand in the foyer and yell until he comes down.

She stomps up to the door and knocks loudly. Jerry answers slowly.

"Ms. Dubois, what are you doing here? He's not..." Grace pushes past him into the front hall.

"Elvis! You owe me an explanation!"

"He's not here, Grace." She whips around to Jerry. Did he take off? He's probably back in Vegas.

"Where the FUCK is he, Jerry?!" Jerry shakes his head. He's obviously avoiding telling her. Just then, the phone rings. He walks to it and answers it carefully. Grace stands close by. She can hear Elvis's father, Vernon, on the other end of the line.

"What is it?" Jerry asks.

"He's asking for Grace. Should we call her?" Jerry turns and looks at her. He knows she heard that.

"We don't need to call her. She's here."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"I think I have to. Especially if he's asking for her."

"Well, alright then." Jerry hangs up the phone and looks at her nervously.

"Jerry, you better tell me what's going on right now." He hesitates before he opens his mouth.

"He's in the hospital. He has pneumonia. The doctors are worried..."

Jerry keeps talking but Grace doesn't hear anything else. Her heart sinks to her stomach and feels like it's in a vice. Everything starts to sounds garbled and her heart rate hits the roof. Her hands start shaking and without another thought, she turns on her heel and starts running towards her car. She has to get to him, now. She feels tears stream down her face as she tries to get her key into the car door, but she's shaking too much. Then, she feels Jerry's hand on her shoulder gently.

"Come on. I'll drive you." He takes the keys and guides her around to the passenger side. Once they're headed for the hospital, Grace begins to sob openly.

"This whole time I've been so angry and he's in the hospital."

"Oh, Grace, you had no way of knowing."

"What if he dies?!" She turns to Jerry frantically. "Please. He can't die." She's begging Jerry like he has some control over the situation.

"You really care about him, don't you?" Grace looks down at her hands and continues crying. She didn't even realize how much she cared about him until she knew he was in danger.

"I really do." Jerry smiles softly and looks over at her in the passenger seat. "Please don't tell him. I still don't know how he feels about me."

"Grace, I'm not sure I've ever seen him like this before. Usually between shows, he gets very sulky and spends most of his time in his room. But now? He's always so excited to see you. His mood is better than ever. Even the other guys have noticed. Don't feel bad for caring about him."

She swallows hard and thinks about what this might mean. Just then, Jerry pulls into the hospital parking lot. She can't think about any of that right now. Right now she just needs to see him and make sure he's okay.

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Elvis has been in and out of delirious consciousness for the last two days. His fever is very high and he needs oxygen to keep breathing. Today is the first day he's been able to speak. He pulls the oxygen mask off again and gestures for his father to come close to him.

"Did you call Grace? Is she coming?"

"I'm not sure. We told her, but I don't know if she's coming."

He puts the oxygen mask back on for a bit. Surely, she'll come? If nothing else, she said she wouldn't disappear again. She said they could be friends. This is his last thought before he drifts off to sleep.

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Grace walks carefully into the hospital room and her breath catches in her throat. Her hand goes to her mouth and she feels her eyes fill with tears again.

"No." She whispers. He looks even worse than she imagined, with the oxygen mask on and the IVs hooked up to him.

When Vernon sees her, he gets up out of the chair next to the bed. She goes immediately to the side of the bed, taking Elvis's big, warm hand in her own. Then, she pushes his hair back off his forehead and feels his fever. He's so warm, it's scary. Her hands are cool, so she gently presses one to his cheek. She wants him to wake up, but he doesn't. Finally, she settles in the chair Vernon was sitting in. She lowers her head and presses a kiss on his hand and then holds it up to her face.

Wake up, Elvis. I'm here. Wake up.

She wills him to wake up, and somehow it's like he hears her. His eyes flutter open and she stands up, leaning over him again. He pulls the oxygen mask off his face. Jerry gestures to Vernon that they should give them the room. The two men walk out and leave Grace and Elvis alone.

"You're here."

"Of course I am." She smiles softly. "I promised I wouldn't disappear again."

He smiles weakly and tries to lift his hand to her face, but he can't. She grabs his hand and holds it, bringing it to her cheek for him. Then, she kisses the inside of his palm.

"What do you need? Can I get anything for you?" He shakes his head slightly.

"I just need you." He puts the oxygen mask back on and rubs his thumb over her cheek. She puts his hand back down and he drifts off to sleep again.

As soon as he's asleep, she uses a pay phone to call Paulette and get her on the first plane to Memphis. She'll need her to watch Wendy while she cares for Elvis. Luckily, there's a flight coming in around 2, just in time for her to be at the apartment when Wendy gets off the bus. She arranges with Jerry for a driver to pick her up from the airport and uses her work expense account to pay for the flight. Once Wendy and Paulette are squared away, she goes back to Elvis. She stays by his bedside for the rest of the day, not even leaving to eat lunch. He sleeps for most of the day, but every time he wakes up, he looks for her and she's quick to make sure he knows she's there.

At one point in the afternoon, the Colonel arrives to check on him. He's shocked to find Grace there and he's even more shocked to see how comfortable she seems by his side.

"Ms. Du-boys, surely you're not here collecting information for the book."

She whips her head around to him. Nothing could be further from her mind.

"Absolutely not. I'm just here for him."

"You two seem to have gotten close."

"We're... friends." She hesitates a little and she can tell the Colonel notices.

Evening comes and Grace, Jerry, Vernon, and the Colonel are all still there. A nurse comes in to tell them regular visiting hours are over.

"Only one of you can stay with him overnight." Jerry and Vernon both look at Grace. Again, the Colonel is surprised.

"I'll stay." She tries to say it with some authority since she's not his next of kin or anything, but the nurse doesn't seem to care.

She spends the night sitting in the chair leaned over asleep on the side of his bed.

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At one point in the night, Elvis wakes up. Again he looks for Grace first. He's comforted to find her there, breathing softly, peacefully sleeping on the side of his bed. He lifts his hand and strokes her hair, which she's taken down to be more comfortable.

The moonlight streams in through the window, illuminating her features. She's so beautiful. His heart feels full and he prays that she never leaves. He's never felt this way about any woman in his life.

Before he goes back to sleep, he runs his fingers down her face gently, tracing her high cheekbones and the outline of her soft lips. Then, he drifts off more content than he's been in years.

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Grace stays by Elvis's bedside for the next three days as he slowly comes back to health. She leaves only to check on Wendy and shower.

On the third day, the doctor comes in and tells them he can go home.

"It was touch and go for a bit, but he hit a real turning point on Monday. He'll be fine. He just needs to continue to rest for the next week or so. Does he have someone who can look after him at home?" Again, Vernon and Jerry look at Grace. This time Elvis does too. She had already planned on taking care of him, so she nods.

Wendy is safe with Paulette and when Grace tells her why she is going to be gone, Wendy smiles widely.

"Daddy needs you. It's okay." Grace rolls her eyes but doesn't correct her this time. She packs a suitcase and kisses Wendy on the head.

"I'll be back to check on you everyday."

"Take good care of Daddy." Grace shakes her head as she walks out the door. Where does that girl get her spunk?

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Once Elvis is settled in his bed in pajamas that evening, Grace comes in to check on him. Part of him is shocked she agreed to stay with him while he recovers. He's starting to wonder if maybe she is feeling something close to what he's feeling.

"Do you need anything?" She says as she collects his dinner tray.

"Maybe some more water? Thank you, honey." When she comes back with the water, she sets it on the bedside table and starts to walk away. He grabs her hand.

"Hey, sit with me for a bit." He pats on the bedspread for her to sit down next to him. She positions herself on the edge of the bed, facing him.

"Did you need something else?" She's smiling softly.

"No I just wanted to talk to you." She relaxes a bit. He can tell she's a little nervous caring for him in his house.

"What should we talk about?" She laughs quietly. He looks over her T-shirt and jeans, searching for something to say. In reality, he just wants her to stay close to him.

"Would you like me to read to you?" He looks back up into her face, thankful for her suggestion.

"Yes, I would like that very much." He points her to a stack of books. She chooses one that happens to be a favorite of his and settles herself back onto the bed. As she begins to read, he watches her carefully. He loves the way she licks her lips as she turns the page and the piece of hair that's fallen out of her loose bun. If he had any kind of strength at all, he would reach out and touch her, but he's still weak from sickness. But if being sick is what it takes to keep her here, he hopes he's sick forever.

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Grace does everything in her power not to lay down next to him on the bed as she reads. She wants to feel his closeness, not in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. The moment feels deeply intimate, but there's so much separation between them. And she still doesn't even know for sure if he would want that. She considers just asking him, straight out, but the thought that he might say no kills her. Better to just not know.

She reads for an hour or two with him listening intently before he finally gives in and goes to sleep. Or, at least, she thinks he's asleep, but when she closes the book and gets up to leave, she hears his voice softly behind her.

"Please stay."

"Elvis, it's late. I need to go to bed."

"Sleep here. Please." She looks at the bed skeptically. "It's a big bed. You don't even have to touch me. You know I'm too sick to try anything. Please?" She turns to leave. "Grace?"

"I'm getting my pajamas." She gives him a small smile and goes to the room where her suitcase is. Her heart is racing and she knows this is probably a bad idea, but she grabs her things and changes quickly. She's spent the last few nights with her head on the bed next to him anyway. How much different is this really?

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When Grace comes back into the room in her pajamas, Elvis's heart skips a beat. He can't believe he asked her to sleep in the bed with him. He's not the kind of man to sleep in a bed with a woman before he spends time doing other things in the bed. But this is different. She's different.

She gets in the bed on the opposite side and lays down with a good bit of space between them.

"Thank you. For everything." He looks over at her. She scoots over closer to him until their arms are touching.

"Well the last thing I need is for Elvis Presley to stop breathing on my watch." He laughs and starts to cough. Instinctively, she rolls over and puts her hand on his chest. He stops coughing and puts his hand over hers. Then, he presses his lips to her forehead and whispers.

"Thank you."

They sleep this way for the next week and a half. And no matter how hard they try, they always wake up in the morning cuddled together in the middle of the bed.

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[elvisabutler]

my baby's sure, his love's secure

summary: you want to trust that elvis cares. you want to trust that he'll take care of you but you're pretty sure you know better. elvis reminds you that he chose you to be his princess and that you deserve every bit of his love and every bit of his attention and money even if it's beginning to be in a little shorter supply. rating: m. pairing: austin!elvis ( 60's sde variation ) x female failed actress reader word count: 2329 warnings: sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamic. brief comparison of the reader to belle watling from gone with the wind with priscilla being a scarlett o'hara. a possible butchering of a southern accent for i fear it is hard to decide how to write one sometimes. oral ( f receiving ). mirror sex. no age difference implied, but sugar baby situations do end up leaning that way sometimes. elvis's money troubles. author's note: so welcome to my triple dip for day five: praise kink with sd elvis, specifically 60s austin elvis. so, @sassy-ahsoka-tano when i posted my list just missed out on getting this day and it went to jerry schilling which was fine we all loved that fic. however she had requested either sugar daddy austin or sugar daddy elvis. and i wrote sugar daddy austin the same day as the jerry piece but toyed with writing this one. finally settled on something i liked and well y'all get this. normal rules apply, imagine your brand of elvis, i did a weird mishmash of real ( mentioning stay away joe ) and austin for setting, but you choose, i'm not picky. hope y'all enjoy. and see i did say i was working on something else today.

Acting doesn't always pan out, that's one of the regrettable things you've realized over the years. For every Vivien Leigh and Ann Margret there is at least ten girls like you. It shouldn't be so heart wrenching when it happens but it had been your dream since all your mama and daddy could afford was a picture every few months. You had given it a nice go of it, gotten a few tiny tiny parts, nothing to write home about- and you didn't. Truly, if nothing else what your attempts at stardom had given you was Elvis. Though given might have been a strong word, his attention always split between you, the Colonel and the others. You could take his wife, that one came with the territory, you supposed, even though it made you feel a bit like the Belle Watling to her Scarlett O'Hara nowadays with your job and her making him seem oh so respectable. Poor Southern girls don't make good Hollywood wives for formerly poor white trash Southern boys, but sweet girls he found in the army apparently do. But it was the ones that weren't you or Priscilla that sometimes got to you. The film flings- the ones that shouldn't matter because Priscilla and you share his heart with his daughter. But Priscilla has a ring and a house and- you've got an apartment that you spend more money on than you ought to for someone who claims to have a good chunk of her life financed by The Elvis Presley.

Truth be told Vernon knows when he talks Graceland and Elvis Presley Enterprise finances that that he has to tell Priscilla just by virtue of her being Elvis's wife, but telling you? That shouldn't be a thing and yet- and yet you're the second call. You're the one having Vernon pour over every expenditure in your kitchen to see if there's anything Priscilla and him missed. There isn't and you know that means that Elvis's finances are as bad as they looked at first glance. You hear Vernon murmuring about not being able to pay security and having to sell a horse or several to cover the costs of Graceland and your apartment and you wave him off.

"Don't worry 'bout the apartment, Vernon- I'm- I can pay for my own apartment. One less thing, you can probably keep at least one o'the horses. Don't need security, either." You'd like it, after all it wasn't exactly a secret that you were Elvis Presley's sugar baby but you also would prefer Elvis to be able to not worry about Graceland getting overrun by overzealous fans or Elvis himself being overrun by them. Sacrifices had to be made, besides, you could handle yourself. You can handle bits of yourself that he's been handling when his films were doing well.

It's another week before you get the opportunity to visit him on set, you think the film is called Stay Away, Joe, and while you're willing to look past a lot of things when it comes to Elvis, the look he has while on set isn't necessarily one of them. You have to bite back a laugh when you see him for the first time and when he hears the laughter, he turns, looking like he's about to tear into whoever is laughing before his face softens, realizing it's you. He motions for you to head to his trailer with a tilt of his head that he can easily play off as just twitching on camera.

You would prefer to immediately talk to and see him but as always the universe has other plans. Elvis leaves you hanging for a good twenty minutes before finally making his way into the trailer, a smile on his face that lights up the air around him before it dims just a little bit at seeing the dress you have on. Once inside he pulls you close to him and moves his finger around a simple signal to get you to twirl which you readily oblige him with.

"Look at you, dressin' up in that pretty little dress that I know I didn't buy ya." He plays with the strap humming as he does, not sliding it down but just running the fabric through his fingers. "Tryin' to show me I don't need to spoil ya? Tryin' to show me ya don't need a diamond necklace on that pretty neck of yours?"

You nod slowly, licking your lips as your stance straightens up. "You don't need to be havin' a sugah baby who can take of herself. Still got my job, Daddy."

His laugh almost confuses you before you realize that he's doing it purely because he thinks what you said is the most hilarious thing. "Ever think that's why I let ya keep it? Hate the damn thing but- it's serving its purpose now. Keepin' you above water while I'm tryin' to get you everythin' and get things sorted. It's keepin' ya from finding someone else in this town. Don't realize how many of 'em want ya. Don't realize how I gotta hear the whispers."

You swallow and lean forward a little, your body moving almost on instinct. "What kinda whispers?"

"'Bout how they all wish you had caught on in the movies. How they wish you were their leading lady or their darlin'." His hand moves to push down the strap of your dress, kissing your shoulder blade as he does. "'Bout how I've got this gorgeous woman in my bed. Bein' my baby."

A hum escapes your lip as you sigh, tilting your neck to the side to expose it for more access. "Your favorite baby?"

The answer is obvious, you know it is and so does Elvis but he catches on with what you want with a smirk, pulling down the other strap of your dress as he continues to kiss your neck, "Ain't another girl who can make m'feel like you do. 'Cilla- She's pretty close but you know how perfect I think ya are. Brilliant ya are, havin' that head for numbers I never got."

Your eyes move to the mirror, eyeing your reflection and shivering just a tad. You can see the look of pleasure starting to seep into your eyes, see how your chest is starting to rise and fall just a little bit quicker than it had been. "Haven't had that much time f'me, Daddy. Been making me take care of myself. Makes a girl think ya don't want her."

Perhaps you shouldn't poke the bear like that but it's true, you've been feeling pretty neglected, feeling like he doesn't want you, that he's tired of you because all you really are beyond the occasional- okay, relatively frequent- reassurances that you're a bit more, is a sugar baby, one who holds a bit more power than most you figure, but you are not his wife and you are not his girlfriend. You're someone he spoils in exchange for your company and well, neither one of you had been holding up your end of the bargain.

Elvis can't help but raise a brow at you and purse his lips. There's a part of him that wants to argue, wants to tell you that no one told you that you had to take care of yourself, that he was fine paying for part of the apartment but he knows that you're right. That he's been so busy trying to balance keeping everyone happy and fed and comfortable that he forgot about you. Forgot about one of three people he should care about the most. Instead he hums and starts to sink to his knees. You hands find purchase in his hair, trying to pull him back up with you own raised brow. "What're ya doing, 'Vis?"

"Makin' sure my girl knows how much I want her." He answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world as he starts to bunch up your dress, exposing your underwear clad cunt to his eyes. You're a little embarrassed that despite the fact that Elvis has barely touched you that your panties are slowly becoming soaked. You figure that it's just his effect on people but then you realize that maybe it's because you've missed his touch. You're so enraptured in looking at him that you don't register that he's still talking. "Look in the mirror, darlin'."

A response back, a retort back is on your tongue, you weren't going to look at him while he did whatever he planned on doing but you want to see what he's planning for once so you look at him through the mirror only to see him grin. "That's m'good girl. M'sugar."

The shiver that goes through your body, the way you clench around nothing at those words as you see his eyes boring into you through the mirror. It's nothing you haven't seen before but there's something different about hearing him say those words and looking at you like that reflected at you. His fingers hook under your underwear, slowly pulling it down as he groans seeing your wet cunt exposed. "Soaked for me already. So responsive, best at giving me what I want to see. Not like 'Cilla but in another way. Always so wet for me. So ready for me to do whatever I want." His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he leans down, placing a kiss to the outer lips of your cunt. A whimper leaves your lips against your will, earning a small chuckle from him. "Make the noises, darlin'. Sing like a pretty bird. Sing like Ann did for me."

Your lip curls up into a bit of a snarl that doesn't even get out of your mouth before you feel Elvis's tongue between your folds giving you little kitten licks. You figure he wants you to keep your eyes on the mirror, because you've done something similar to this once before and that was the rule, no taking your eyes off of you and him. You had broken it then but now, but now knowing that he's giving you attention you've been craving, that praises seem to be falling off his lips so easily, you can't help but force yourself to keep staring.

You can hear him murmuring against your clit and against your cunt in general. The words are slightly drowned out a bit by your own sighs and whimpers and murmurs of his name but you still catch them just by virtue of being so intune to his voice. "My gorgeous woman, my head strong woman. Always wantin' t'make sure I'm takin' care of. Don't need me but ya let me keep ya. Let me spoil ya when I can. Deserve everythin' I wanna give ya. Deserve to have a palace. Deserve to have ya own Graceland."

Your hand that's been in his hair has been trying to control how his tongue moves against your clit and how his nose brushes up against it when he moves to your cunt, the noise of your arousal making an almost sickening squishing noise. That hand tightens its grip as he starts to fuck you with his tongue, seemingly wanting to bring you to orgasm before he heaps any more praise on you, any more promises of what he wants to give you. You're not complaining, in fact, as you watch yourself you see the pleasure he's bringing you written on your face. Written in how your mouth stays open, noises erupting from it with no way to stop them. You want to pull his mouth away from your cunt and your clit but then he nips at your clit, a sensation you hate normally but in this moment you swear you see white. The urge to tilt your head back, to look up to the sky as if to pray for forgiveness for how hard you're orgasming is but you force yourself to stay looking at Elvis between your legs. Your legs are shaking just a bit and as Elvis pulls away you can see a smile on his lips. You want to taste yourself on him but he won't let you pull him up to your face just yet.

"You kept looking." It's not a question, it's a statement from Elvis as he looks into the mirror and a new burst of arousal starts to unfurl in your abdomen. "And you made all those pretty noises."

You nod slowly. "I did. Did I do good?"

His fingers move play with you, fingers slipping in between your folds with ease and earning a hiss and a low groan from you. "You did great. Did exactly what I asked you to do. You don't always but when it matters you do. And even when you don't- it's for a good reason. Like you making sure my other two girls are protected. Makin' sure I can keep the house I bought for my mama."

It's then that you have to shut your eyes, the fact that he's praising you for making the sacrifice making you a bit more emotional than you expected. You hear him sigh, feel him kiss your thigh before he speaks again. "I'm gonna get you set up again soon enough, promise, darlin'. Gonna make sure you get your reward beyond this."

"You promise?" Your voice is softer than normal but you know he can hear it. "I'll actually have ya payin' for the apartment again?"

"The apartment, every single dress, every bit of jewelry. Maybe even that new car I know you've been eyein'." Each word is punctuated by a kiss before he stops and looks up at you. "Let me give you more of a reward right now? And I'll be by the apartment tonight?"

You pull him up for a kiss. "I guess I can. Just as long as ya keep tellin' me what a good girl I am. Only the best girl for you."

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Girl He Left Behind [Part Thirteen]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 5325 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: In my head the woman artist is dolly parton. its not accurate but idc

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Show days were full on. Addison had only been to one and somehow she felt as though she had lived through a full tour though she supposed that could have something to do with the whirlwind her mother had put her through over the past couple of weeks. They woke late the morning after and by the time they got to Atlanta they barely had time to do anything but prepare for the show that night. Addison spent most of her time with Dodger by the heated pool in their hotel whilst periodically checking in on Gladys who had informed her once Elvis was out of worrying distance that she wasn’t feeling well. She imagined it was different for Elvis and his team as they had things to do and ways to keep busy, but for her touring was a little boring. She longed to go out and explore the city. To find something that Memphis didn’t have but without her best friend to go with her she didn’t really see the point.

So after finishing her book she escorted Dodger to her room, checked in on Gladys and then headed to get ready. She was once again sharing a room with Elvis though she wasn’t sure how that had come around since she figured that someone would have gotten around to jumbling the plan back into place, but it hadn’t been done, not that she minded. Once showered she inspected her small bag of toiletries and her dress as if willing them to change into new and more exciting items. The last time she had worn her dress had been at her party and she’d had Marci on hand to make her look beautiful. Now she was left to her own devices it didn’t seem as feasible. Not to mention everyone had already seen her dress so the wow factor would be well and truly gone. Still with no other options she got dressed watching herself closely in the mirror once she was finished. She didn’t look bad, no, if anything she looked pretty but she still felt out of place. It didn’t help that she was going to have to put her cardigan and cumbersome winter coat over the top of it which didn’t exactly spell chic but rather comfort and warmth.

Once she was ready she spritzed some perfume on herself, grabbed her purse and then headed out into the long hallway where all their rooms were located. As she came out of her door Sonny came out of his grabbing her attention as he offered her a whistle.

‘Wow,’ he said, taking her in, 'you look good.’ ‘Thanks,’ she said meekly as a blush crept along her face. ‘I mean it,’ he said with a small smile which Addison returned as they started walking down the hall together. ‘Where is everyone?’ she asked. ‘EP’s got interviews downstairs so him, Red, Vernon and the Colonel are in some conference room. Everyone else is waiting to go in the lobby.’ ‘Shit, am I the last one down?’ she asked, cursing herself for having spent so long faffing over what to wear. ‘Well that depends,’ Sonny said. ‘On what?’ she asked, confused. ‘Whether you beat me through the door when we get down there,’ he said as the elevator they had been waiting for pinged open. They stepped inside and whilst Sonny pressed the button making it whir to life Addison took a moment to watch him. He was dressed more formally than she’d seen him before in a dinner jacket and slacks though his collar was open giving that hint of casualness. He looked handsome. ‘Well I’ll try not to elbow you too hard when I push you out of the way,’ she smiled. Sonny chuckled. ‘Nah you don’t have to worry about me,’ he said before adding, 'I always let the pretty ones go first.’

Before Addison could respond the door pinged open once more and Sonny gestured for her to head out which she did though she could feel her cheeks on fire. Was he flirting with her? She shook that thought from her mind as he led her to a small room off the lobby where there were several couches that everyone was lounging around on waiting to go. The boys were clustered in one corner, only missing Red, whilst Gladys and Dodger were sitting on a couch together chatting quietly. Addison made a beeline for them. Though she didn’t feel any malice about being left out of the festivities last night she still didn’t want to have her nose rubbed in it and she could hear the boys laughing and joking about the goings on at the bar they had gone to after the show.

 ‘Don’t you look spiffy?’ Dodger said as she perched on the edge of an armchair close by. ‘Thanks,’ Addison said with a polite smile, feeling that same old blush reappear, ‘you two look nice too.’ ‘Thanks darlin’,’ Gladys said with a soft smile though it didn’t quite meet her eyes. She looked worn out, the bags under her eyes were heavier today and though she had spent most of the day in bed she still looked tired. Addison frowned. ‘I said that dress would look just right on her, didn’t I?’ Dodger said gesturing to Gladys’ deep blue number. ‘You must have a knack,’ Addison giggled. ‘Shame it don’t feel right,’ Gladys said, rejigging the ruffled detailing on the front of her dress further down as if it was strangling her. ‘That’s just because you’re under the weather,’ Dodger said placing a hand on her daughter in laws knee. ‘Do you still not feel any better?’ Addison asked as her frown deepened. ‘I’m fine,’ Gladys said though her face wasn’t very convincing. ‘Are you sure?’ Addison asked. ‘I’m just a little tired,’ she said. ‘You could do with a pick me up,’ Dodger stated. ‘Want me to get you a coffee?’ Addison asked, Gladys nodded with a smile. Addison rose out of her chair smoothing her dress out as she stood but as she went to walk away she felt Gladys’ hand on her wrist and she turned to see what she wanted. ‘Actually, make it a vodka soda,’ she said with a soft smile.

Addison nodded dutifully though she didn’t want to. Elvis had expressed to her how much he didn’t like his mother’s drinking and Addison had noticed it was a lot more present in their house now than she remembered. Besides it didn’t make sense for her to be drinking especially if she didn’t feel well but she wasn’t about to tell a grown woman what to do. So she headed out into the lobby and to the adjoining bar. It wasn’t too crowded but there were a few people milling around seemingly along for the press interview Elvis was giving in the neighbouring function room. She sidled up to the bar and waited. It was deserted until a boy not much older than her came rushing towards it and slipped behind the counter quickly.

‘Sorry about that,’ he said. ‘It’s okay,’ Addison said kindly, ‘busy day?’ ‘Yeah feels like I’ve not stopped,’ he said resting both his hands on the bar. ‘Well thanks for slotting me into your busy schedule,’ Addison joked which made him smirk. ‘Oh I can always find time for a pretty face,’ he said leaning in towards her, ‘so what can I get you?’ ‘Um, vodka soda,’ Addison said awkwardly. She was unaccustomed to being complimented especially not twice in less than an hour. As he dutifully poured her drink out he watched her making her blush. His chocolate brown eyes sparkled a little in the ambient lighting and Addison couldn’t help but think that he was cute, in a boyish sort of way.

‘So, what brings you to Georgia?’ he asked. ‘Family trip,’ she said which was technically not a lie. ‘Oh,’ he replied. ‘What?’ she asked. ‘Nothing, I just figured you’d be here to see Elvis,’ he said with a shrug as he placed the glass down on the bar in front of her, ‘everyone else is.’ ‘Is that why it’s so busy?’ she asked feigning ignorance. ‘Yeah, some benefit concert or something. I mean other people are in it too but the hotels been crawling with chicks-’ he said correcting himself as she raised an eyebrow, ‘I mean girls like you. So I figured.’ ‘Oh yeah and what are girls like me like?’ she asked cockily enjoying watching him squirm though it didn’t last long as he leaned in towards her, resting his elbows on the bar so they were face to face. ‘Young,’ he said before looking at her flirtatiously and adding, ‘and very, very pretty.’ ‘Is that right?’ she said. ‘Yeah, why else do you think I rushed over here to serve you,’ he said. ‘Great customer service?’ she asked. ‘Nah,’ he chuckled, ‘though I’m willing to go the extra mile if you want to.’ ‘Yeah?’ Addison replied. ‘I mean if you’re interested I might be able to sneak you into the back of the press conference,’ he said, ‘it’s pretty exclusive but I’m sure I could get you in.’ ‘What makes you think I’m an Elvis fan?’ she asked. She was enjoying herself. She had seen people fawning over Elvis. She had seen the way fans went insane trying to get a piece of him and how strange it felt for her as she never saw him as anything other than himself. So seeing this boy trip over himself to win favour by using a glimpse of her best friend as bait was funny to watch. ‘Isn’t everyone?’ he asked ‘And I’m sure that’s just out of the goodness of your heart, right?’ Addison snorted making him smile. ‘Maybe,’ he shrugged, ‘but there is something you could do.’ ‘Oh yeah, what’s that?’ Addison asked. ‘Give me your number,’ he said. ‘512,’ she said quickly grabbing the glass out from in front of him as he watched her confused, ‘my room number. Add it to the tab.’

And before he could say anything she waltzed back to the room where everyone was waiting.

Meanwhile, Elvis was bored, like he always was at interviews. It was always the same questions, reporters who thought they could catch him out and use whatever he said as their shocking new headline. He was lucky today though because at his side were half a dozen or so other artists all of which were participating in the same concert. It meant he didn’t have to pay as much attention and that meant his mind had wandered back to last night. He had loved performing for Addison though he had been bummed out when she hadn’t wanted to continue the night with him. In fact, he didn’t want to continue the night either, he would have much rather gone home with her but he couldn’t exactly say no to the boys. So when he’d accidentally awoke her when he came in he had been happy that she wanted to stay up and talk with him. Even if it had left him wracking his brains into the early hours about what her favourite song of his was.  

And it had been nice to have her in his bed, even if it was innocent. He’d lay there after she’d fallen asleep just listening to her peaceful breathing contently until she’d rolled over and nuzzled into his side, her arm slung across his stomach lazily though it felt so warm against his bare skin he thought it may cause burns. He’d fallen asleep like that and even awoke the same way though he cursed himself for having to get up so she wouldn’t know. His eyes closed a tad, a smile dancing across his lips, as he recalled the way she had mumbled against him, protesting the loss of his touch when he’d moved. When he opened them the crowd of reporters was staring at him as were the Colonel’s beady eyes from the back of the room.

‘Well?’ a reporter on the front row said. He was about Elvis’ age though he looked older. His features were pinched in the middle of his face and it wasn’t relieved by the smirk that seemed to be plastered across his face at Elvis’ loss for words. ‘I’m sorry,’ Elvis said flashing the most charming smile he could muster, ‘could you repeat that?’ ‘I said it’s no secret your style of dancing has been wildly criticised. Do you have any animosity to these critics?’ he said, his smug smile never wavering. Elvis rubbed his brow and smiled. ‘Well not really. Those people have a job to do and they do it,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘And do you think you’ve learned anything from the criticism?’ he continued. ‘No I haven’t,’ Elvis said. ‘You haven’t?’ the reporter said dubiously. ‘No, well I don’t feel I’m doing anything wrong,’ Elvis said. ‘So you wouldn’t change what you’re doing?’ he asked. Elvis shook his head, ‘is that fair? I mean this concert is going to be televised. It could impact the ratings meaning less money for charity no?’ ‘With all due respect Sir,’ Elvis said leaning in a little closer to the microphone, ‘I’m sure my fans could give the critics a run for their money.’ ‘And who says they’re all tuning in to watch him,’ an elegant southern voice said a few microphones down. Elvis turned to glance at a female artist. She was petite and pretty and her comment was enough to get the reporters to lose focus on him as they rapidly fired questions at her. The reporter who had been questioning him though didn’t follow suit. He looked at Elvis with a sneer jotting something down in his notepad. Elvis smiled back smugly.

It wrapped up quickly after that and soon enough his Daddy, Red, the Colonel and him were being shepherded to a long car which was idling outside the hotel doors. As Red got into the front passenger side he climbed in one side along with the Colonel whilst his Daddy took to the other. As the Colonel took a seat beside his mother and Dodger, Elvis and Vernon slid in either side of Addison.

‘Hey,’ she said with a smile as she looked at him, ‘good interview?’ ‘Eh, it was alright,’ Elvis shrugged. ‘Would’ve been better if those reporters could learn some manners,’ Vernon said as he closed the door with a thunk. Gladys frowned. ‘What happened?’ she asked. ‘Nuthin’ just some fool reporter thinking he could intimidate me with his stupid questioning. Talking about my dancing again,’ Elvis said. ‘This again,’ Gladys sighed, ‘your talent is God-given baby! How can they not see that?’ ‘They wouldn’t know talent if it bit them on the ass,’ Dodger said rolling her eyes. Addison giggled. ‘Well he got told anyway,’ Vernon said, ‘seems our boy has another fan in one of the other acts.’ ‘Yeah she was a right feisty thing,’ Elvis chuckled. Addison kept a smile on her face though she felt it tighten just a tad at the mention of another woman. ‘Who’s that?’ she said making Elvis glance towards her. ‘One of the other artists on tonight. I don’t know her name she’s new apparently,’ Elvis shrugged making Addison’s smile become a little more genuine. ‘Well, I’m glad she’s in your corner baby. You just do like you always do tonight. They can’t complain about that,’ Gladys said. The Colonel huffed what sounded like a tight scoff from his lips which caused Elvis’ gaze to go straight to him as the pair locked eyes for a moment. He was watching his client closely as if taunting him to challenge him though hadn’t actually uttered a word yet.

‘You don’t agree?’ Elvis asked angrily looking at the Colonel who shrugged. ‘These reporters may have a point,’ the Colonel said. ‘Oh yeah and what’s that?’ Elvis replied. ‘That gigs like this aren’t your average run-of-the-mill show. Your fans come because they want to see you. The people coming tonight may be here to see you they may not but should you provoke them you may only add soldiers to their cause.’ ‘Yeah well they can think what they want,’ Elvis said, ‘everyone just needs to let me do my job.’

The car fell silent for a moment before the Colonel started talking to Vernon about a new line of Christmas merchandise as if nothing had happened. The women of the car however didn’t move on quite so quickly. Elvis could feel three pairs of eyes on him. The motherly affection of his mother and Dodger and the concern from Addison. He offered them a half-hearted smile which he was sure didn’t reassure them much and then looked out the window. He was always nervous before shows and the Colonel wasn’t helping matters. He wanted to be himself out there and more to the point his fans liked the way he acted. He just didn’t know why the Colonel cared so much about him being the way he was. He couldn’t dwell on it too long as he was distracted by Addison’s hand on his thigh. She smiled at him when he glanced at her before looking away, delving into the conversation his mother and Dodger had gotten in to, but it was enough to pull him out of his mood.

✵✵✵

The show was going great. Addison had enjoyed all of the other acts that had been on so far but she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to Elvis’ slot. She could feel the excitement mounting as they announced him to the stage and though the other acts had been well received this was something different. The crowd broke into whoops and cheers with several girls screaming no matter what part of the song he was singing he was up to. He really could work a crowd well and he always knew just when to move a certain way or how to talk to them. And she was sure that she could see a smirk on his face just before he did anything that drove the crowd insane like he knew how he was going to affect them.

‘Uh ladies and gentlemen we, my band and I, wanna thank you all for coming out tonight. Now I know that you’re not here for us but rather for a good cause,’ he said chuckling as there were protestations from the crowd about their reason for attending, ‘but even so we appreciate it. And we’re gonna round off with one we love but first I ask you to indulge me just a little.’

As he walked over to the piano and sat down there were claps and cheers. Addison didn’t take part, instead, she was craning her neck behind Gene who was sitting in her view so she could watch Elvis closely. The crowd broke into low whispers as he started to make the piano emit the first few notes of the song as they were wondered what he was going to play but she didn’t need to. It was I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now. Her favourite song. Just as she remembered him playing it years before.

‘Elvis,’ she said in a sickeningly sweet voice that sounded entirely unlike her as she leant on the side of their church piano. There was a potluck going on outside but the pair of them had lost interest and decided to sneak back inside, Elvis longing to practice on the piano whilst Addison was just content at being his shadow. ‘Addison,’ he said with a coy smile as she turned to lean on it with her elbows. ‘Play me a song,’ she said. ‘What song?’ he asked as if he didn’t already know. It was one she loved to hear. One she had made him play fifty times before though he was enjoying pretending as if he didn’t know what she was referring to.

‘Oh come on,’ she said. ‘Amazing grace?’ he said smirking as her little face scrunched up with annoyance. ‘No,’ she said elongating the word. ‘His hand in mine?’ Elvis said continuing to act clueless. ‘No!’ she giggled. ‘Swing low sweet chariot?’ Elvis said. ‘Elvis!’ she said coming around to push him up on the piano stool and placing her tiny hand on his. ‘Oh this one,’ he said as his fingers started to tinkle along the ivory keys. Addison smiled up at him as he cleared his throat ready to sing. Addison enjoyed hearing him play and at that moment she needed it. She liked the song which was a good job as she had heard it countless times over the past couple of weeks since her father had taken to listening to it on a loop. Actually, he had spent most nights in the past week drinking whiskey with Vernon and listening to heartbreak records. The pain and sorrow of which he related to. Now he was outside, laughing and joking as if everything was okay when in reality she had spent the night listening to him sob about her mother leaving once again. He’d thought she couldn’t hear him, the record player covering his cries but he was wrong. So when Elvis had wanted to duck inside the church she had insisted on following him inside, knowing that he would be able to take her mind off of it and even rewrite the pain of that memory with a new one. She loved Elvis’ voice. It was soft and gravelly, especially since he had gotten a little bit older, nevertheless it was always the same comforting feeling.

That comforting feeling was there again but with it had come a surprise sorrow, one that had made tears prick her eyes threatening to spill over any moment though fortunately no one noticed her. They were too focused on watching the boys but even so she felt embarrassed and suddenly needed to get out of there. So, without a word, she stumbled past Sonny and Red and pushed her way out of the row until she was outside the concert hall in a long cool corridor. The lights were harsh against her eyes making them sting as tears began to fall over her cheeks. She closed her eyes and rested back against the cool painted brick, willing them to subside, which they did, disappearing quickly as she heard the click of a metal door opening and closing and looked up to find Sonny coming out of the hall squinting as he looked around due to the harsh white lights. As he spotted her he smiled, coming towards her as she straightened up.

‘You alright?’ he asked. Addison nodded trying to breeze past the slight sniffle that emitted out of her as she said, ‘yep.’ ‘You sure?’ Sonny asked sceptically, ‘you kinda bolted from there pretty quick-’ ‘It was a little stuffy in there,’ she lied, ‘just needed some air. I can go back in now.’ ‘There’s not much point,’ Sonny said, ‘they’re nearly done.’ ‘Right,’ she said. Sonny smiled as he slung an arm over her shoulders. ‘Come on let’s head backstage,’ he said. Addison nodded and kept by his side as they headed down the corridor to a guarded door. Sonny flashed a pass at them and they let them through without incident just in time for them to meet Elvis and the band as they came rushing off stage amped up on adrenaline and the cheers they could hear from the auditorium.

Elvis spotted her immediately causing a tidal wave of emotions to hit him. She was once again in that pretty black dress of hers, something he had not seen on the way over due to her winter coat, looking like a vision and making his blood rush southward. It was stopped though as he noted Sonny’s arm slung around her shoulders and though it looked casual enough he still didn’t like it. Without thinking he rushed toward her, his arms sweeping around her causing Sonny to take an awkward step back as he hugged her. She hugged him back watching him with a smile as she pulled back.

‘What did you think?’ he asked. ‘I loved it,’ she said, ‘thank you.’ ‘Well, it’s been a while since we changed up the setlist. I figured now was as good of a time as any,’ he said with a grin. ‘Yeah well you didn’t need to,’ she said. ‘I wanted to,’ he replied, she could feel his thumb brushing along her back in small circles which sent a shiver down her spine. ‘I know,’ she giggled, ‘but you didn’t need to because you already played my favourite.’ ‘What?’ he asked perplexed. He had wracked his brains for hours, even gone out of his way to get the boys on board with a new song and he had missed the obvious. ‘I mean it wasn’t my favourite rendition,’ she smirked, ‘I prefer acapella myself.’ ‘Acapella? Oh. Damn how can I be so dense!’ he said with a hearty laugh as he clicked on what she had meant. The set list had covered his singles but they had thrown a nod to some of the B-sides including her only request, First in Line. As she threw her head back in a laugh he couldn’t even feel angry at being so stupid. Instead, he watched her with a smile. People were coming into the room thick and fast now but neither of them seemed to care. Though they had to let one another go so Elvis could be thanked for his performance by various event managers they never strayed far from one another. Addison remained by his side, navigated wherever they went by Elvis’s hand on her waist.

✵✵✵

Addison was lost in sleep and though she could hear a gentle thunking just outside in the realm of consciousness she couldn’t pull herself out until she heard Elvis’ voice. When she opened her eyes she found herself in bed alone though she could hear running water nearby and the bathroom door was closed signalling Elvis was up and showering. As the knocking came back she heard him call once more, ‘Addie can you get that? It’s room service.’ ‘Okay,’ she called though it was punctured by a yawn.

As she climbed out of bed she shivered, her thin night dress not fending off the morning chill in the air now that she was out from under the covers. She looked around the room for something to cover up with but found nothing, immediately cursing herself for not dressing more warmly. Last night she had been a different person. Since the diner she had felt the shift in her and Elvis’ relationship but that night it seemed to have gone even further. After the concert, they headed to a bar to celebrate. His family and management had headed back to the hotel whilst him, Addison and the boys had found a place to enjoy themselves. They spent the night by one another’s side, talking in hushed whispers and giggles, their touches lingering a little longer than normal. It had been wonderful. And then when they’d come back to the room they’d spent most of the wee hours talking in bed. Addison had opted to wear a skimpy night dress, the alcohol in her brain suggesting teasing him might be a good way to get him to kiss her, but it had never come. Now she was cursing her drunk self for not wrapping up as she walked to the door and pulled it open.

‘Hi 512,’ the boy said with a smile, the bartender from yesterday. He was standing with a trolley in front of him, plates covered over with silver dishes though they didn’t protect the smell of French toast from wafting into her nostrils. ‘Hi,’ she said feeling a little self-conscious as his eyes travelled down her body, lingering on her cleavage before they came back up to her face. ‘Can I come in?’ he asked and she nodded, holding onto the door as he walked the trolley in and set it up. ‘I thought you were a bartender,’ she said as he turned around, flashing her a pearly white smile. ‘Jack of all trades,’ he said, ‘especially when I hear there’s an order for 512.’ ‘Ah so this is you going the extra mile?’ she said. ‘Well you left without tipping yesterday,’ he said coming towards her and standing by the door frame. He was looking down on her though she didn’t feel intimidated. In fact, she didn’t feel anything. She could hear the shower cut off and sounds of movement in the bathroom and she was acutely aware that she wanted him gone before Elvis came out.

‘Well this is on the tab as well I’m afraid,’ she said, ‘and I don’t carry cash with me.’ ‘I suppose your number will just have to do,’ he said just as Elvis stepped out of the bathroom. ‘Hey we get-’ he started though he stopped as he noted the other man in the room. He was wearing just a towel, drips from his head trailing down his torso but Addison couldn’t look instead she dropped her gaze to the door handle her hand was resting on, ‘there a problem?’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘foods here.’ ‘Yeah I can see that,’ he said tersely. ‘I just need a tip,’ she said. ‘My wallet is on the dresser,’ Elvis said moving into the room to grab some clothes. Addison flitted from the door and grabbed his wallet pulling a couple of bills out of it before she headed back to where the man was standing watching them both curiously. ‘Here,’ she said thrusting them into his hand. She could feel Elvis’ eyes on her as he leant in, dangerously close and said with derision, ‘I thought you weren’t a fan.’

Before she could say anything in response he headed out closing the door a little rougher than expected and when she turned around Elvis had his pants on, having slipped them on under his towel, and was now buttoning up a light blue shirt watching her closely.

‘Who was he?’ he asked as Addison diverted her gaze and started moving the plates to the small dining table they had on the other side of the room. ‘Just a bartender,’ she said. ‘Who does room visits?’ Elvis said, fiddling with his shirt cuffs. ‘Who knows how they work,’ she shrugged as she placed two plates out on the table. Elvis moved to come and sit in the chair opposite her, leaning back against the chair casually, his arm on the table. He wanted to ask her what was going on – how he knew that boy. But he couldn’t. He knew how jealous he would sound if he did and he had to be careful.

Because last night he had lost himself. He hadn’t cared about how anything looked and for a moment he had forgotten they weren’t a couple. He didn’t know why he had gone so full-on though he suspected it was the fact that seeing Sonny with his arm around her had made his blood boil. Seeing her with that nobody had done the same thing. Yet he had to reassure himself. Though they weren’t together neither of those men had her as he did. After all she wasn’t sitting eating breakfast with them, sleep in her eyes but a smile on her face as she caught him watching her scoff down French toast. They hadn’t spent the night talking with her or had her pressed up against them their fingers dancing under the chiffon that barely covered her thighs as she allowed them to hold her. No that had been him.  

He was being dangerous he knew that, but he didn’t have the heart in him to care. He was going to enjoy it.

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Character/Fandom: Jerry Schilling - Elvis (2022)

Requested: yes - @shelbysbitchh i hope you enjoy it boo!

Prompt: You're a production assistant for Paramount and are working on the set of an Elvis Presley Film. As an assistant, you have to take care of the shit no one else wants to, which includes dealing with Elvis' producer, Jerry Schilling. But maybe he's not so bad, after all.

TW: None!

Rating: Pg-13   ||     Word Count: 3060

A/N: okay jerry is so hot in this dude. this also definitely has inaccuracies because i have no clue how hollywood or the showbusiness industry works fhuwhfe

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You tap your foot as you wait for the phone to stop ringing and for this, you glance down at your notes, Jerry Schilling guy to pick up. You’re the production assistant on an upcoming film starring the one and only Elvis Presley. As an assistant, it’s your job to handle a lot of the stuff your co-workers and fellow directors and producers don’t want to do. Apparently one of those things is calling up Elvis’ producer, Mr. Schilling, to sort out some of the musical numbers and requirements. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the line clicks on.

“Hello?” answers a deep, raspy voice.

“Mr. Schilling? Hi, this is Y/N from Paramount Studios. I’m calling to discuss some of the musical numbers Mr. Presley might perform in his upcoming film, Blue Hawaii.”

“Oh, sure. He has a few ideas for some songs, but he requested to see the script several months ago and still has not actually received it.”

“Thank you for letting me know, Mr. Schilling. I’ll connect with my writers to see what we can do about that. In the meantime, could you just give me a general idea of the songs he’s thinking about?”

“Well, I guess. Although, this would be a lot easier to discuss in person,” he responds with a sigh.

“I understand that Mr. Schilling, but-”

“Jerry, please. I’m not concerned with formalities.”

“Jerry, then, I understand your concerns and frustrations but I’m afraid that we do things very specifically around here at Paramount. It’s not really appropriate for me to set up an in-perspn meeting, especially considering that I’m just the production assistant.”

Your eyebrows raise as you hear him laugh on the other side of the line.

“Is something funny?”

“I’ve just never met a production assistant who’s such a stickler for the rules,” he responds and you squint your eyes in annoyance. “I’d really prefer to meet in person to discuss this sort of thing, especially if it's going to involve so many regulations.”

You sigh, running a hand over your face.

“Alright, Mr. Schilling, are you available tomorrow at 10 a.m.? We could meet at Paul’s Coffehouse and come to some kind of conclusion then.”

“Tomorrow? Why not this evening? I know a nice Italian place with a great atmosphere. Say eight o’clock?”

You run a tongue over your teeth and roll your eyes.

“I’m afraid not Mr. Schilling. That’s after work hours, and-”

“Gimme a break. I’m offering you a free meal and nothing unprofessional is going to happen at this meeting. I'd like to meet sooner rather than later since Mr. Presley would really like to get this sorted ASAP. Plus, why shouldn’t we at least have some fun and good food while we're at it?"

You're silent for a minute, considering his offer. It’s totally and completely unprofessional and you should decline immediately. But something stops you from doing so. You aren’t sure why, but your brain has been dancing in circles to try and construct an image of what this man might look like. His voice paints a very specific picture in your mind and you're curious to see if your imagined version of him matches up with the real thing. Plus, a free Italian dinner is never a bad thing and you really would like to get this headache settled as quickly and quietly as possible.

“Alright, fine. Eight p.m. Sharp. Where is the restaurant?”

He gives you the name, and you recognize it immediately as a nice five-star restaurant. Now, you’re sort of glad you said yes considering that you’re getting a free five-star meal out of this meeting.

“I’ll make a reservation. See you tonight.”

Before you even have a chance to say anything in response, he’s hung up. You grip the phone and huff out a frustrated breath before hanging up yourself. The most unfortunate part of your job was having to deal with so many pig-headed, irritating, stuck-up men. As far as you can tell, Elvis and his producer are just two of the same. Unfortunately, the rest of the day finds you extremely busy as you rush around to check things off of your list.

By the time the clock hits five p.m., you’re so exhausted that the thought of getting all dressed up to go out again makes your head ache. You give yourself an hour to relax after getting home, watching some tv while you snack. Then, you sigh and hop up to get changed and do something with your hair before you have to leave to meet Jerry Schilling. You start to feel more anxious the closer it grows to eight.

What are you doing, going out to dinner at night with a man you’ve only spoken to once on the phone? You don't even know him, for God’s sake! Not to mention, the pure unprofessionalism that you’re displaying by even considering the idea in the first place.

You stare at yourself in the mirror with wide eyes and heave a deep breath.

No, as far as your boss and everyone else on set are concerned, you and Mr. Schilling met for coffee at 10 a.m. That was it.

As you’re putting the finishing touches on your outfit, your phone begins to ring. You dash into the kitchen and lift it from the receiver.

“Hello?”

“It’s Jerry. I’ll be there to pick you up in five minutes.”

“I thought we were meeting there. Wait, how…how did you get my address?” you ask, now feeling like maybe you shouldn't go to dinner after all.

“Relax,” he replies with a chuckle. “I asked the secretary.”

Relief floods through you. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re kind of excited. It’s been a long time since you’ve been on a date. Not that this is a date, of course. Just that it sort of feels like one. And with the way your love life has been going in recent years, that’s good enough for you.

“Oh, uh...well I’m ready so I’ll just wait on the front porch. See you soon.”

And this time it’s you who hangs up before he can respond. As petty as it is, you enjoy feeling like you’ve gotten him back. Like you’ve won this round of your game. After glancing into the mirror one more time, you grab your bag, shrug your coat on, and head out the door. Jerry had been right on the phone; you only wait about a minute or so before a long black Cadillac pulls up to the drive. You descend the stairs on the porch and click open the passenger door.

You glance over at Jerry and your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He doesn’t look anything like you’d thought. He's a little older than you’d imagined, with lines around his mouth and by his bright, shining blue eyes. His sandy hair is very stylish, worn long and wavy. It compliments him. The way it curves down his face draws your attention to his angular jawline and handsomely shaped lips. You haven’t even realized you’ve been staring, sizing him up, until that familiar voice breaks through your thoughts.

“Uh, hello?”

“Hi, sorry,” you blurt out in response as Jerry waves his hand in front of your face. “You’re just…not what I was expecting.”

You chuckle nervously, shutting your door and turning to face the front windshield. You hope to God that you can just move on without having to explain what the hell just happened to you.

“Yeah, you’re not…what I was expecting either,” he replies and pulls the car into the street.

“What do you mean by that?" you ask, your hands starting to sweat.

“Just that you’re…well, sexier than I thought you’d be,” he responds with a shrug and you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Mr. Schilling, you guaranteed me that this was a professional meeting only and that it would be remain so throughout the evening. If you are going to continue to flirt with me, then I suggest you turn the car around immediately.”

“Hey, you said it first. And if this meeting is so professional, why’d you wear that red lipstick?” he shoots back.

When you open your mouth to defend yourself, nothing comes out. You glance down at your outfit, feeling embarrassed and ashamed that you'd spent so much time putting your outfit together. You cross your arms over your chest as Jerry pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant. He turns the car off and comes around to your side. You frantically try to pop the door open on your own, but Jerry snags the handle from the outside before you can. You huff and climb out, neglecting to take his outstretched hand.

“I am perfectly capable of exiting a car, Mr. Schilling. But thank you.”

“How many times do I have to ask you to call me Jerry?” he asks as you walk into the building.

“As many times as it takes, Mr. Schilling.”

“Challenge accepted.”

You toss a quick smirk at him as the hostess confirms your reservation and leads you to a secluded booth in a dimly lit part of the restaurant. You sigh as you slide into the booth across from Jerry. You take the menu, immediately flipping it up to hide your face. You already want this meeting to be over. Perhaps in another life, you might be interested in Jerry as a potential romantic partner but you’re quickly realizing that he’s just like every other horny, sexist man that you’ve worked with. Show business is full of them.

The waiter returns to take your orders and, although you simply order water and some pasta, Jerry insists on wine for the two of you. You swear not to touch yours. While everything you're doing feels unprofessional, drinking alcohol on the job is a step too far and one that you can't see yourself justifying.

“Now that we’re all taken care of, let’s get down to business,” you start, pulling a notepad and a pen out from your bag.

“Elvis wants to do seven original numbers. We’ve already got one written up that I think will be particularly great.”

“Mr. Schilling, I’m afraid we have fourteen numbers slotted for the film. He’ll need to select an additional seven or the production company will assign them.”

“Fourteen? The film is not even two hours long, and they expect him to perform fourteen songs? That means most of the movie will be Elvis singing as opposed to acting. I don’t think he’ll like that at all. Can’t you adjust the number somehow? You know, lower it?”

You shrug as the waiter returns with your drinks and the wine.

“I’m not sure what to tell you, Mr. Schilling. I have no say on that sort of thing. I’m just the assistant. I run coffee and fix problems. That’s my job.”

“I’m sure you do a lot more than that, Y/N,” Jerry responds, pouring wine into your glass. You watch as the liquid flows freely although you don’t plan on touching it with a ten-foot pole.

“Hardly, but my role at the company isn’t the point of this meeting. I-”

“You mean you have no say in the actual writing or producing of the movie? I thought that’s what production assistants did.”

“In theory, yes, but in reality, assistants are there to help around set with anything that needs to be done. I mean, what do you do? It can’t be that different.”

“I suppose solving problems is a part of the description, yes. But I certainly do more than refill coffee machines and copiers. How come you don’t do more? What is it that you wanna do anyway?”

“Well, I always wanted to edit film. I’m fascinated by the production side of things, of course, but the post-production is where I’d like to be someday. I was told that the fastest way to get there was to start here, so that’s where I am.”

“Really?” he leans forward, placing his elbows on the table. “You know I’m pretty interested in film editing myself.”

“But you’re a music producer?”

“I can’t have hobbies? I’ve considered quitting managing for a while, actually, and trying my hand at it.”

“Why don’t you?”

“Ehhh,” he waves a hand dismissively. “Elvis needs me. I couldn’t abandon him like that.”

You nod, biting the bullet and reaching for your glass of wine. You bring it to your lips and taste the sweet alcohol as it flows over your tongue. It’s excellent wine, probably very expensive.

“Anyway, back to this,” you continue with a shake of your head. “I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any guarantees that the production will budge on this. Like I told you earlier, they’re very strict about these sorts of issues.”

“Trying is more than anyone else has done. I’d appreciate it. Did you want to hear more about the song that I mentioned earlier? The original?”

“Yes, I think that would be helpful, Mr. Schilling.”

“For the love of God, please call me Jerry, darling.”

Your head snaps up at the pet name and you just nod slowly.

“No one from the office has to know. I think we’re close enough now for first names, at least. And if we’re not, I’d like to know how we could be.”

You suddenly feel your heart slamming into your chest. Flustered and taken aback by his forwardness, you stutter and nod.

“No, no you’re right. It’s perfectly acceptable, Jerry.”

“That’s a good girl,” he replies, a handsome smile curling across his lips. “I have the lyrics here.”

He pulls out a piece of paper and slides it onto the table. When you reach out to take it, your fingers brush against each other. You glance up at Jerry to see him already gazing over the table at you. You nervously chuckle and take the paper. You can feel Jerry’s eyes on you as you read over the words.

“Beautiful song. I love it. I think it’s perfect. He must have been thinking of a very special woman when he wrote it.”

“It’s not hard to imagine how he must have felt,” Jerry says.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you look up to meet Jerry’s eyes. They’re sparkling under the soft light of the restaurant and you feel your body moving forward unintentionally. Your eyes flick down to his lips, tracing over the gentle Cupid’s bow. You feel his warm hand slide over your fingers, propping them up and sliding through each one to hold onto them. As your fingers curl over his knuckles, you gulp.

“Will that be one check or two?” The waiter’s voice beaks through your thoughts and you quickly untangle your fingers.

“Just one,” Jerry answers.

You avoid eye contact with him for the rest of the meal until he's paid and you're walking out the door. He helps you put your coat back on, and you don’t miss the fact that he lets his fingers tickle the skin of your shoulders as he pulls the fabric over your body.

You climb into the car and ride in silence as he drives you back to your house. When he slows to a stop, you turn to thank him but stop short when his door slams in your face. To your surprise, your own passenger door opens, and Jerry holds his hand out for you again. This time, you accept it. He walks with you up your walkway.

“You know you don’t have to escort me. It’s like five feet from the car. I think I’ll be safe.”

“I’m not doing it cause I feel obligated. I’m doing it because I want to.”

You smile, biting your tongue excitedly. The butterflies in your stomach are doing triple flips, a feeling you haven’t experienced in a long time. When you reach the top of the porch, you turn to face him.

“Um, thanks for dinner,” you say. “I had a really good time, actually.”

“Yeah, no problem. I, uh, had a good time myself.”

You nervously pull at the straps of your bag as you avert his eyes. An awkward silence settles between you and you gnaw at the inside of your cheek. Jerry clears his throat. You glance up at him, your eyes finally connecting for a moment. He leans forward, resting his arm beside your head and tilting his head, impossibly close to you. You place a hand on his chest to push him back.

“Jerry…we can’t. It’s not appropriate.”

“Who said I wanted to be appropriate?”

He reaches down, sliding a finger under your chin and tilting your face up to his. You know you should fight him harder, but could you really get in trouble if he’s the one who kisses you? I mean, to be fair you didn’t do anything…

He runs his thumb over your lips and then closes the gap to press his lips to yours. You kiss him back, your eyes closing immediately. He pulls away for only a second before leaning back in to kiss you again. Your hand drifts up to wind around his neck while the other pulls at the lapel of his jacket. He draws closer to you, walking you back until your back hits the wood of the front door. His body presses into you, nestling you against the doorframe. His body is warm and taut on yours. When he bites down on your bottom lip, you moan softly and tangle your fingers into his hair.

Just as his hand begins to slide down your thigh, a car horn beeps as it passes in the street. You both jump, separating with breathless chuckles. You reach up to fix your hair while he readjusts his clothes. You wait for him to speak.

“Yeah,” he says with a smile and you giggle. “Well, I think we got some real good business done today. I’ll um…”

His eyes trace up and down your figure and he bites his lip.

“I’ll look forward to doing business with you again.”

You laugh and wave as you disappear behind the door to your house. You lean over to peer out of the windows and see Jerry fist pumping into the air. You giggle, thankful that you decided to break the rules just this once.

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Jerry Schilling Dad Headcanons

as requested here!

>> eeeee this was so fun to do!! @austin-butlers-gf and I were talking about Jerry as a dad and we were like “yeah he’s a girl dad” so this is primarily based on Jerry and you having a daughter. Elvis, Steve, and Austin (maybe more idk yet) are coming soon 😎 also I can't believe I've posted so much this week tbh it's been a while since I've posted so much, I'm happy with everything I've put out!!

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

❁ Jerry is such a girl dad, he gives off those vibes to me

❁ when it’s time to find out the gender of the baby, he cries when you’re told it’s a girl

❁ he is constantly talking to your belly whenever he possibly can

❁ Jerry throws the most spectacular baby shower and invites everyone. literally everyone. and even Elvis makes an appearance.

❁ when your daughter is ready to arrive, Jerry helps deliver her 

❁ Jerry is an emotional mess when your daughter is born, and you’ve never seen him so happy before, not even on your wedding day, but it comes pretty close.

❁ your daughter has Jerry’s eyes and nose, and it looks like he spit her out himself

❁ okay but he loves dressing her up in cute outfits. you swear he enjoys having a daughter more than you do.

❁ when your daughter becomes a toddler, he’s the most patient guy in the world

❁ surprisingly, your daughter grows into kindergarten age without any issues. she’s relatively tame and only says what she deems important, just like Jerry

❁ your daughter and Lisa-Marie are roughly the same age, so they spend a lot of time together growing up

❁ he totally lets them put makeup on him, mess with his hair, and for sure lets them paint his nails when Lisa-Marie comes over to stay the night

❁ when your daughter gets older and becomes a teenager, Jerry becomes even more protective 

❁ he knows his limits though, and knows when to back off and give her space

❁ when she brings a boy home for the first time, Jerry tries not to freak out or seem nervous, but he doesn’t want his little girl to grow up

❁ when your daughter goes off to college, Jerry is just as emotional as the day she was born

❁ when your daughter brings the guy she thinks she’s gonna marry home to meet the family, Jerry is hesitant to shake his hand at first

❁ Jerry doesn’t wanna accept the fact she’s a grown woman now and could possibly be having a family of her own soon

❁ please don’t get me started on grandpa Jerry because it’s a whole other world with his grandbabies 

❁ Jerry is just as emotional walking your daughter down the aisle as he was the day she was born

❁ he makes a big speech at the wedding, talking about fond memories and about how much he loves his little girl, who isn’t so little anymore

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[rosepresley68]

Elvis + You + Memphis Mafia = Chaos 2

Hello everyone, I hope you had a great day, here are some other thoughts that come to mind. I hope you enjoy them. 🥰❤️

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Jerry: And how is married life going?

(Y/N): Okay, I guess, yesterday some of the guys went out drinking, and you know Elvis isn't a big drinker, but last night he drank quite a bit.

Jerry: Oh no, what did he do?

(Y/N): Well, I try to set our marriage certificate on fire saying "GOOD LUCK TRYING TO RETURN ME WITHOUT A RECEIPT!"

Jerry: Why am I not surprised?

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Jerry: One night in Las Vegas, I was really drunk, and I married my best friend.

Elvis: (Y/N) and Charlotte are still upset, but it seems like a good idea at the time.

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(Y/N): —Look at Elvis—

Elvis: Don't look too much, lest you fall in love. —Smile flirtatiously—

(Y/N): —smiles— I don't think it's a problem.

*MOMENTS LATER*

(Y/N): —Kick the Graceland door— THERE'S A FUCKING PROBLEM!

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Elvis: Baby, I feel like we're growing apart.

(Y/N): I'm literally on the other side of this couch. Come here.

Elvis: Can't you come?

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(Y/N): I guess I have a slight tendency to criticize a little.

Jerry: You guess?!

Elvis: Slight?!

Red: Tendency?!

Sonny: A little?!

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Elvis: Alright, you're all exaggerating. (Y/N) is not in love with me.

Coronel: Yes, she is.

Vernon: Yes, she is.

Memphis Mafia: Yes, she is.

(Y/N): Yes, I am.

[satninroses]

I shall be doing Elvis Imagines just to fill in some gaps for when I’m working on a fic :)

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ELVIS GIVING ALL THE DOLLAR BILLS HE HAD ON HAND TO A SOLDIER.

The White House trip, late December 1970.

Elvis Presley (1) Army years, ca. 1958 and (2) December 1970.

PLANE TRIP FROM LOS ANGELES TO WASHINGTON D.C. ON DECEMBER 20, 1970. I had to snap into action to work out all the details for Elvis’s return trip to D.C.—lining up our airline tickets, making preboarding arrangements, booking our hotel rooms, and hiring limos to get us to and from the airports. There was no way to do this without spending some more of Elvis’s money — I charged most of it to his American Express card. A short while later, with Sir Gerald [Elvis' favorite Limo driver in L.A., according to Jerry] again at the wheel, we were driving back to LAX. It had occurred to me that we might need some cash during the course of the trip. I didn’t have any (not an unusual situation for me back then) and Elvis didn’t have any, either. All we had was his credit card and a checkbook that I’d found in his desk at Hillcrest. The ever-resourceful Sir Gerald spoke up and said that he knew someone at the Beverly Hilton Hotel who might honor a check for $500 on a Sunday night, so we made the stop there and succeeded in getting the money. Elvis handed it to me for safekeeping. We got to the airport and were the first to board our red-eye flight. As the rest of the passengers boarded we noticed that there were an unusual number of soldiers on the plane — guys coming home from Vietnam who had first stopped in L.A. and were now heading back east to their homes, just in time for Christmas. Many passengers recognized Elvis, and he was cordial with everyone who said hello. Before the plane took off, one of the soldiers came up the aisle to stand next to Elvis and talk with him. He told Elvis what a big fan he was, and Elvis took an interest in the young guy, asking him where he was coming from and where he was heading. I saw that the two were having a very friendly conversation, and my attention drifted after a while. It was refocused when Elvis put a gentle elbow in my ribs. “Where’s that money?” “What money?” I asked. But I’d seen enough of Elvis’s gestures of generosity to suspect what was coming next. “The $500.” “That’s all we’ve got, Elvis.” “You don’t understand—this guy’s just come home from the war. He’s going home to see his family. I want him to have the money.” The soldier got the $500, and I was suddenly in the strange situation of traveling across the country with Elvis Presley, [alone and] absolutely penniless. Excerpt "Me and a Guy Named Elvis: My Lifelong Friendship with Elvis Presley" by Jerry Schilling (2006)

A little something extra to add to this story, something possibly easy to understand, but anyway. Think about today… it's becoming increasingly uncommon to pay for things with real money, we mostly use debit/credit cards - even our cell phones and watches can be used to pay for a purchase. Back in the days there were places that only accepted real currency as a form of payment - it was the 70s. Imagine being alone with Elvis Presley, a guy who wanted everything done as quickly and easily as it could be (TCB), wanting or needing to buy something and you, the only one responsible for him, not having the means to buy it and having to find a way to do it fast, out of nowhere! Jerry really wasn't in an easy position at that moment, but everything turned out just fine.

This is just for illustration purposes. Elvis' money clip.