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Summer fashion for girls to look WOW

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Hot Rod

Anonymous said: i need a eddie munson fic where reader is pretty bold. I had a dream where i texted him "i wanna blow you" and he just responded "hot." i need this so bad 😭 Hmmm. *cracks knuckles* Alright, allow me to extrapolate a bit here... Idk why Eddie is a mechanic, it just felt right. I believe he would find this ridiculously hot and would lose his silly little mind if his girl got all confident and cocky about giving him the schlurpy durp.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You send Eddie some dirty texts and he takes full advantage of the opportunity afforded to him.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Sexting. Oral sex (it's sloppy toppy, guys!). Slight degradation. Face-fucking. Cum swallowing.

A/N: Reposting this because I privated the original and tumblr decided to fucking eat it. :-)

He heard the ping of his phone between the high-pitched whirs of Wayne’s pneumatic drill, though he’d ignored it on account of the grimy layer of black grease coating his fingers. Another ping and then a third let him know who it was texting him. A sudden sense of urgency had him ducking out from under the hood of the latest vintage car his uncle had him helping to rebuild so he could reach for the red rag on the workbench to clean his hands just enough to check his messages. The sight of your nickname splashed across the screen had prompted a small smile, but the content of your messages had his jaw falling slack.

“Eddieee…”

“I wanna blow you.”

Short. Sweet. Straight to the point. Eddie had licked his lips, fighting back a groan as he re-read the texts.

“Miss the way you feel in my mouth…wish I could taste you right now.”

The bold statement had caught Eddie off guard. While you’re far from a prude, it wasn’t usual for you to so blatantly express your desires. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but he knew a simple text wouldn’t suffice; he needs to give you precisely what you’ve asked for. Still, he couldn’t leave you hanging so he tapped out a lackluster response, knowing he’d make up for it shortly. 

“Hot.”

Eddie had stopped giving a shit about his greasy fingers as he dragged a hand through his hair and tried to come up with an excuse to give Wayne so he could get home to you. Sure, he felt a little guilty about flaking on his uncle, but the constriction in his pants won out over the one which tightened his chest.

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie called hesitantly.

His uncle popped up from his stooped position near the rear wheel of the cherry red Coupe, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I’m pretty beat,” Eddie lied easily. “Think I’m gonna call it a day, man.”

Wayne nodded as he stood, tossing a rusted bolt into a coffee can already half-full of discarded hardware. He wiped his hands on the stained material of his navy jumpsuit, wondering why his nephew had suddenly decided to pack it up for the night as he checked the dirty face of his watch.

“Alright, kid. I’ll probably be outta here pretty soon, too.”

Relieved that Wayne hadn’t questioned him, Eddie returned his tools to the rack and cleaned up his workspace so as to avoid any reprimanding from his uncle. His phone chirped again and he snuck a quick peek as inconspicuously as possible. He wished he hadn’t.

“Come home and fuck my throat.”

“Jesus goddamn Christ,” Eddie muttered, nearly dropping the device.

Wayne eyed him wordlessly, studying his shaggy-haired nephew as he fumbled with his cellphone and shoved it in his pocket for the second time in the last few minutes. He suspected the jingling electronic had something to do with Eddie’s sudden desire to leave, though he said nothing.

“See you tomorrow, Ed,” Wayne grumbled. “Tell your girl I said hello.”

Eddie’s steps faltered, unsure if his uncle’s words were intentional or if he’s just paranoid. Wayne noticed the hesitation but pretended he didn’t, instead burying his head in the engine of his car to hide his sly smirk. 

And that’s how Eddie ended up racing home to you and making it there in record time.

Though he knew you’d kill him for it, he texted you on the drive; punching the keys haphazardly — volleying his eyes between the road and the screen — to let you know he was on his way. He had every intention of testing to see whether you have the balls to back up what you’ve said and he knows you know that even without him saying so. Still, you pretended not to see his text. You feign ignorance as his booted feet come clamoring through the door.

“Baby?” Eddie calls, his voice nearly as tight as his pants had been the entire ride here.

He rounds the corner and spots you. You’re lounging on the sofa and watching something mindless on the television. You look so pretty dressed in nothing but a tattered Tom Petty tee, your bare legs stretched out and your ankles propped up on the arm of the couch. He’d love to bound across the room and ravish you right there on the worn green cushions, but he’d much rather have you make good on the earlier declarations you had made so confidently.

“Oh, you’re home,” you note with a smile, though your expression immediately darkens as you swing your body off the couch and begin to advance on him. “Finally.”

Eddie doesn’t even have a chance to say hello before you’re falling to your knees in front of him. His mouth drops open in disbelief and his arms raise at his sides; he’s not quite sure what else to do with them as your fingers deftly undo his belt and wrench his zipper down. You shove impatiently at his grease and oil-stained pants, shifting them just enough to get to what you want. There’s something so hot about the fact that you seem unphased that Eddie has come straight from work and hasn’t had a shower yet; his dick stiffens in agreement.

The warmth of your hand surrounds his half-hard erection as you reach under the waistband of his underwear and Eddie groans in bliss. Your texts already have him so torqued up, he fears he won’t last very long. If the jolts of electricity shooting through his body at the mere caress of your fingers are anything to go by, he’ll be lucky if his dick even makes it to your mouth.

“Been wanting this all day,” you purr as your fist pumps Eddie’s length, coaxing him to harden further.

His legs waver when he sees how hungrily you stare at his dick, your desperation written all over your face. Your wide, wet eyes peering up at him makes his cock throb in your hand and you lick your lips. He barely hears what you say when you mutter something about needing to taste him because your comment is lost among the sound of his broken moan as your lips surround his sensitive tip.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie whispers, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “That’s so…s’good.”

You suckle his swollen head, intermittently flicking your tongue across the weeping slit until Eddie’s knees nearly buckle. When you lean in to drag your soft lips further down his length, Eddie comes dangerously close to exploding. A muffled moan escapes you as you taste the heady flavor of Eddie’s skin mingling with his sweat. He sucks in air between his teeth, finally looking down at you again and delving his hands into your hair to guide your movements.

As much as you love when he takes control, you want to make Eddie feel good; specifically, you want him to relax and let you take care of him. Rather than heeding the pressure of his hands, you plunge your head forward and swallow as much of his cock as you comfortably can. 

Your throat constricts and your eyes begin to prickle with tears. The metal teeth of Eddie’s zipper drag along your chin when you widen your jaw to accommodate the size of him. Gently rocking your head side to side, you manage the last inch before Eddie is pulling away from you. He stops when your mouth is midway down his shaft, taking in the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him as his girth stretches your lips wide.

With your best puppy dog eyes and a dissatisfied whine, you silently plead with Eddie to allow you to proceed. You need to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue, need to bury your nose in the thatch of curls at his base until you’re gagging around him. You want it so badly. 

Eddie shudders when you swirl your tongue against the thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock. Saliva gathers in the corners of your mouth as Eddie sits hot and hard between your parted lips, the slickness beginning to trickle down your chin. Something in Eddie’s gaze shifts in a way that both frightens and thrills you.

“You really want my cock that bad, huh?” he taunts, a hand circling under your jaw to force you to meet his eyes.

You nod your head carefully, your lips sliding against his turgid flesh with the movement. Eddie grunts in response as his thumb brushes along the corner of your mouth to gather some of the spit that leaks out. 

“Why don’t you let me fuck your pretty little mouth then?” he adds. “Just like you said earlier. Bet you didn’t think I’d follow through.”

Eddie’s words are stern but teasing, challenging you to prove that you aren’t all talk. He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead shoves his pants and underwear lower, baring his cock and balls and the length of his pale thighs to you. He shifts his feet and brings his other hand to your face, each of his thumbs hooking in either side of your mouth as he pulls out. 

“Look at me,” he commands, waiting until you obey before he continues. “Stick your tongue out.”

The wet flesh brushes against Eddie’s cock when you do, the heaviness of the appendage making your thighs clench. Eddie shoves his digits further into your mouth, tucking them between your teeth so you couldn’t close your mouth even if you wanted to. Saliva dribbles from your gaping mouth and he pushes the solid head of his cock through the moisture before shoving the stiff member back between your lips. 

“You look like such a pretty little slut. Keep your eyes on me and breathe through your nose,” is all the warning Eddie growls before he thrusts his hips forward.

The first press of his hard cockhead against the back of your throat is alarming and you flinch and cough, but Eddie doesn’t relent. He thrusts with steady and smooth strokes, his hefty cock dragging over your tongue and bumping the sensitive spot that makes you gag until tears spill from your eyes. You gag and splutter and each noise only spurs him on, the pathetic sounds earning a grunt of pleasure with each slip and slide of Eddie’s slick cock. 

“Stay just like that,” he snarls behind gritted teeth, making the demand as if you have any choice but to remain in his steadfast hold as he fucks your throat. “Be a good girl and let me use you.”

Just as expected, Eddie can feel his balls tightening with his impending orgasm. Adjusting your position, you brace yourself against Eddie’s forceful thrusts; cupping your hands around the backs of his bare thighs and hugging your body close to his so he can continue to fuck your face with ease.

You’re a mess of tears and drool and damn if he doesn’t wish he could stay here forever. Spit falls in steady globs on your chest, soaking your shirt. The wet sound of his cock sliding through the abundant moisture is going to be ingrained in Eddie’s head for a long, long time. Not to mention the way you whimper as you struggle to take him. 

A buzzing in his ears signals the nearness of his release and Eddie holds his breath as he buries every inch of his pulsing cock in your mouth. The swollen head slips just past the tightness of your esophagus and when the muscles squeeze him, Eddie loses it. 

He begrudgingly pulls back, only for the satisfaction of coating your tongue with the creamy spurts. You sniffle and whine when the warm drops hit your taste buds and fill your mouth. Though you do your best to keep it all contained, Eddie just keeps cumming and the abundant seed overflows and begins to ooze over your lower lip and down your chin. 

“Fuck,” Eddie sighs, fisting his cock and giving it a final shake to dispel the few drops that still seep from the tip. 

Not bothering to fix his disheveled clothes, Eddie crouches in front of you. He studies your soaked face and your full mouth, his cock twitching appreciatively at the debauched sight you make.

“Show me,” he whispers hotly.

You widen your jaw and stick your tongue out, careful not to let a single drop of Eddie’s cum escape. He inhales deeply, satisfied with your obedience and directs you to swallow it all. A shiver courses through you at the heated tone of Eddie’s voice, but you do as he asks. Your tongue peeks out to sweep any remaining spend from your lips, though Eddie beats you to it. 

His large hand cups the back of your head, pulling you in so he can capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The sweet taste of you mingles with his own saltiness and Eddie moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours until you’re breathless. 

“What the hell got into you?” Eddie pants with amusement as he observes you with adoration and surprise.

Joseph Quinn Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

[consultingskeletondetective]

Potent

You’re the psychiatrist tasked to diagnose Michael Myers after his latest killing spree. He doesn’t appreciate your line of questioning. Michael Myers!Female Reader.

masterlist 🩷 ao3

tags: non con, rough sex, hair pulling, stalking, slasher, knife, injury, overstimulation, unprotected sex, squirting, humiliation, pwp

The room wasn’t pitch black but it was dark, dark enough that Michael appeared as a silhouette to you. He had chains around his arms, and his ankles, fixing him to the wall behind him, his head hanging low, so you could only see the mess of dark curls on his head. You knew he was young, but seeing it in the flesh somehow made him even more menacing.

“Is that legal?” You asked, nodding to the chains.

“It’s the only way to keep him down, ma’am.” The guard grunted at you and you sighed, taking a seat in the only chair in the small room. From this angle, Michael’s tall and muscular form was even more intimidating. They didn’t have prison jumpsuits in his size, apparently, as the fabric threatened to tear around his biceps and his thighs. He wasn’t even flexing.

“Hello, Michael.” You said solemnly. “I’m your state ordered psychiatrist.” He didn’t respond, he didn’t lift his head. You hadn’t expected anything else. You’d read Doctor Loomis’ notes. Michael was selectively mute, and he had been since he was six years old. You didn’t expect one session with you would do anything to change that. Still, you were paid to do a job, so you were prepared to go through the motions.

“I’m here to try and determine why you would commit another murder fifteen years after your first episode.” Nothing. “What made you do it, Michael? Were you jealous? Those young teenagers out living their lives while you’re in confinement?” No response. “It must be hard to socialise in the hospital, there can’t be anyone there your age, certainly no girls.” More silence. “It must be hard to meet girls, right, Michael?” The chains didn’t even rattle. “You killed a lot of girls tonight, Michael. Young, pretty girls. But you didn’t rape any of them. Perhaps it’s your impotence that made you kill them, are you jealous of that?” Michael didn’t say a word, the only thing you could hear was his breathing, even that sounded calm.

You probed him with a few more unanswered questions for the better part of an hour before you finally left, with only a few meagre notes but nothing else.

Your phone vibrated on your drive back but you ignored it until you were opening the door to your office. It was a missed call from the prison and a voicemail. You dumped your bag and Michael’s file on your desk and pressed a button on your phone to listen to it but before you could, your office door banged loudly.

You span around, completely unprepared to see Michael Myers standing in the gaping hole where your door used to be. The prison jumpsuit was gone, and replaced with the dark blue of a mechanic’s boilersuit, undoubtedly that used to belong to a poor, dead mechanic lying between the prison and here. His mask sat menacingly over his curls, giving you that eerie blank gaze as he walked into your office, raising his knife in his right hand.

“M-Michael!” You stuttered, scurrying back and hitting your desk. “What are you doing here? What-” He didn’t stop until he was in front of you, only a few inches of air separating your two bodies. You clutched the edge of your desk as you looked up at him, he was at least two feet taller than you, his mask glanced down and watching you, his chest rising and falling with that calm, calm breath.

“Please don’t do this.” You begged uselessly, paralysed with fear. He raised the knife and you sobbed and closed your eyes. The crack of wood jolted your eyes open. Michael’s blade was embedded in your desk, spearing through his file. The tip penetrating one hastily scribbled word. Impotent.

“What-” You tried, your brain a scrambled mess. Michael, apparently furious by your accusation, gripped you by the elbow and threw you down onto the couch. It was black leather and it hurt when you collided with it. You screamed as Michael fisted your hair and suddenly you were tasting leather, face down on the cushion and ass in the air.

Michael hiked your skirt up over your hips and ripped through your tights and panties with one swift movement. Your heart thudded in your chest. You tried to plead but his cock was already in you, splitting your unprepared cunt open on what you could only imagine was a fucking massive cock. He held you down immobile as he slammed into you. It was a brutal, fast fuck, carving open your insides like a pumpkin, lasting only a minute before he was stilling and cumming up your cunt. You gasped in pain and surprise and then he pulled out, the thick pressure suddenly gone from you, only a gaping hole with Michael’s spunk dripping out remained.

You breathed heavily against the leather. Your cunt felt like it was on fire. Shame and pain washed over you. The hand in your hair was still holding strong but honestly, you were too fucking scared to move. Michael had just raped you, cum inside you. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You sobbed into the couch before you felt Michael’s fingers digging into your sore, empty cunt. They were nearly as big as his cock and you wailed. “Fuck, no, Michael, not again, please!”

He doesn’t listen, fingering you brutally, twisting the thick digits in your cunt and against your sweet spot until you were squirting all over his hand with a cry.

He pulled out suddenly, surprised by the reaction, and all you could do was whimper as he landed a sharp spank on your cunt, your clit, catching all of you in his large hand. The force of it sent tremors through your whole body and you screamed. He did it again, and again, and again, landing firm, sharp spanks over your sensitive slit, your clit trembling desperately against him. You sobbed in pain, begging him to stop, until finally he did, flipping you over on the couch until you were facing him.

You could see your cunt like this, how bright red and swollen it was, you could also see Michael towering over you. His cock was as big as it felt, curved and veined and wet with you, his fingers were too - all four of them - and he curled his hand around your hip to yank you down the couch and sink his cock right back inside you.

You gurgled. Your cunt was so spent and sore and sensitive but you couldn’t even protest as Michael clamped his huge hand around your neck and held you still, pounding you and forcing you to watch it happen. His cock going in and out, in and out, coming out wetter each time, and everytime he filled you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your toes curled in the small of his back. It felt incredible, and you couldn’t stop yourself cumming and squirting all over both of you.

Michael slowed his thrusts a little when you did, dragging his hand through your folds and gathering the wetness there. You whined when he threw it in your face, breaking down into fresh sobs at the humiliating act.

His cock sped back up again and you were delirious with it, clenching down on him. It felt like he was in your fucking guts but you didn’t want him anywhere else. Your hand migrated down without realising, rubbing your desperate little clit until you came again with a moan.

Michael pulled out of you with enough force to make your head spin, and when you managed to glance down, you saw his cock bobbing wetly at your hole, trying desperately to find your wet opening again, but his hands were on your cunt, pulling your lips apart and inspecting the little nub still trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm.

He took your clit in his fingers and twisted cruelly, forcing your back to arch and a gurgled scream to make its way out of your throat. You were so sensitive and not meant to bend that way but he didn’t care, doing it again and making you screech like a banshee. He shoved back inside you at the same time, fucking you harder and stronger than before as he twisted and rubbed your clit with cruel fingers until it was raw and you were clenching and crying and cumming with a painful intensity you’d never felt before.

“Fuck, Michael, fuck, stop!”

He fucked you with long, brutal strokes for the longest few minutes of your life before he finally stilled, filling up your aching cunt with the second load of the night. It didn’t even drip back out of you with how deep he was. You imagined the white seed was splashing your cervix.

You were shivering in oversensitivity, your entire body a wreck as Michael finally pulled his softening cock out of your wrecked hole and slapped it against your puffy slit a few times, making you jolt.

He zipped up and went back to your desk, retrieving his knife from the cracked wood. His file fluttered to the ground. You expected him to kill you, but he didn’t, he just went back to the ruined door and left. You were sure you imagined him tucking your ripped panties into his pocket on the way out.

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

Sacred and Terrible Air: Ibex translation updated to v4.0

(crossposting from reddit)

When Group Ibex's translation went live last June, we called it version 1.0 after several months of covertly sharing an ever-updating work in progress. The updates... have not stopped. These new versions have since fixed a few whoopsies, edited stuff for flow and clarity, brought some more names in line with Disco Elysium's spelling, kept certain translation choices consistent and, of course, added footnotes. What is an ibex if not a dozen footnotes with horns on top.

As always, you can catch the latest version over here: https://old.reddit.com/r/DiscoElysium/comments/13e4tle/sacred_and_terrible_air_püha_ja_õudne_lõhn_full/

Abridged errata:

the big mistake is that Maj's age in chapter 1 was accidentally changed from 5 to 4 at an early editing stage. Our sincere apologies. It is now 5 as it should be, and as is listed later on in the book

and in chapter 2, at one point it's not jumpsuit girl who turns to speak to Khan, but rather von Fersen

the place you are most likely to get shot behind is now consistently a waste disposal facility

Yet more spellings brought in line with Disco Elysium include everyone's favourite polar settlement Yelinka and cool guy Baron von Kikkenberg

As per the inside cover lists, the nominative form of Viderundil is in fact Viderunt, not Viderund

ever wondered about those pesky diamat glasses? There is now a comprehensive footnote for that

you may have noticed that Khan is singing a Beatles song, but did you catch that lyrics by famous punk Estonian band Vennaskond were in Tereesz's mind as he thought of Frantiček the Brave? Checked the full context of that suruese rock? There's footnotes for that too

Finnish slang? Soviet Estonian expressions? Foot. notes.

Cheers, Group Ibex

[dreamingofep]

Strangers in the Crowd

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No, just another one of my delusional fantasies.

Prompt: You and your best friend are on are annual girls trip and go to see Elvis at the International. Little did you know this would be a show you’ll never forget. [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Smuttt, cussing, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, virgin reader, unprotected p in v, oral.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 8.1k

A/N: Hi lovlies. Hope you enjoy this new fic! I LOVE 70s Elvis in Vegas and couldn’t help but wonder if he would have a little fling with someone in his audience. Im incapable of writing a short fic I guess so sorry that it’s so long hahaha. Feel free to message me or comment what you think! Thanks for all the love. Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

The Vegas lights blinded you with all their glittery and colorful beauty. You had never been here before and this small little city in the desert excited you. You and your best friend were on your annual girls trip and this year you decided to go all out and do a three-day trip here. You and Cicily were also celebrating your 25th birthday together as it was only 3 days apart from one another. You both had never left Austin and were so excited to make a road trip to Vegas.

You both were fresh out of breakups and were ready to have some fun. Your ex was a selfish asshole and only wanted to use you for your body. You never let him get that far and couldn’t stand how he would treat you regardless. It only lasted a month but you knew a girls trip was in order a forget all about any college boy problems.

On the first day there, you both hit the shops and bought some new outfits and a really special one to go and see Elvis Presley at the International Hotel tonight. You both were so excited to see him live. You had heard all the rave reviews of his latest Vegas engagement and Cicily had a cousin who worked for the hotel who could get you two some tickets to the midnight show. They were booths in the middle of the showroom so you thought it would be a pretty good seat to see everything.

You both wait in line to get into the theater and the excited hum of the room made you so anxious in the best of ways. You’ve never seen him live and tonight was the time.

You both get ushered to your booth and you order drinks for yourselves. Two cosmopolitans were your drinks of choice and the buzz in the air was electric. Everyone was rushing to their seats with hound dogs and pictures of Elvis in their hands. A lot of the girls were giddy with excitement and you couldn’t help but look the same. You glance over at Cicily and it looks like she’s on the brink of screaming.

The house lights go down and applause breaks out as the golden curtain starts to rise. The lights dance on the shimmering fabric and it is mesmerizing. The band starts to play and you get chills running down your arms. The bass is loud and heavy and feels like it's rattling in your chest.

Then you see it. This tall, ethereal-looking man steps from the wings of the stage and captures the audience in the palm of his hand. The most contagious-looking smile forms across his face and he shakes his head and looks down at the floor, then back up. You’re smiling like an idiot and screaming with the rest of the crowd. His tan skin gleamed underneath the white jumpsuit he had on with mesh chains connecting on each side of the low cut V. You look over at Cicily and she has tears in her eyes she’s so happy.

You have to pinch yourself… you’re in the same room as Elvis Presley.

The Elvis Presley.

The King of Rock and Roll.

The man that caused riots in the 50s and now fourteen years later, he’s back for more.

His long legs get him to the microphone quickly as one of his band members helps him put his guitar strap on around his neck. He still has an ear-to-ear grin on his face and pulls the microphone stand to him as he stretches out his right leg as the left is shaking in place.

“We’ll that’s all right mama…that’s all right with you…”

The sound of his voice filling the large showroom is causing everyone to thrill with excitement and clap along to the beat of the song. He is filled with nervous energy but it is only fueling him further.

You hug her tight as both of your eyes are glued to the stage.

She nudges you as he is talking to the audience, “Isn’t he something?! Oh my god, he’s just on fire up there!”

You nod your head as you look back at the stage. He starts stuttering and making fun of himself and folding over and laughing. And good lord his laugh is the most contagious thing you’ve ever heard. You feel a grin form across your face as you listen to him stutter and giggle at himself. He still has that boyish charm but the sexual charisma drips off of him like thick sweet honey.

And what you would give to have a taste…

Cicily bumps your shoulder and breaks you out of your daydream.

“Did you know that he walks through the crowd and kisses the girls? My cousin says he does It every show,” she says giddily. You can’t help but giggle and blush at the idea of his lips touching yours. Lord, it makes you weak just thinking about it.

“My first movie ladies and gentlemen was Love Me Tender, I’d like to sing it for you,” you hear his smooth baritone voice fill the speakers and turn your attention to the stage again. He starts the song off slowly, kissing a few girls that are by the stage. Then he goes down the steps of the stage and says hello to more people.

The crowd starts to gather around him as he tries to make his way through the showroom. He places soft kisses on the women coming up to him or anyone else he sees in his eye-line.

He starts getting closer to your booth and a huge surge of nerves fills your entire body.

Could there be a chance?

Would he see you?

Would he give you a kiss?

Screams fill the air as he gets closer to your booth and you feel your heart drop into your stomach. He was distractingly beautiful the closer he was to you. All you could do was stare at the way he commanded the room and how he took the time to look at everyone with a smile.

Suddenly, your eyes meet and you gasp at those electric blue eyes. They pierce into you and hold you there. You feel like time had slowed down for you two. In this brief moment, it was just you two and not the other thousands of people screaming his name fighting to get his attention. He gently pushes through the few people in front of him and stands right before you.

A small smirk forms on the corners of his mouth and he places his hand on your cheek. Blood rushes to them and you move in closer to him.

“Come here, lil’ mama,” he says and leans in to kiss you.

His lips meet yours and you move your hand to his face too. The softness of his lips feels perfect on yours and he pulls away and has a gorgeous smile on his face. Before turning away, he winks and moves into the crowd almost consuming him. Your whole body is in shock. There are no words that can form in your head other than, “holy shit.”

You place both of your hands over your mouth to cover your complete shock. Cicily tugs at your arm and is screaming over and over at you, “what just happened!? Oh my god was that real!?”

You are at a loss for words. Nothing could make this trip more perfect than what just happened. Elvis makes his way back onto the stage to finish the song. The crowd starts to sit back down and you are buzzing with excitement still. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“Am I dreaming!? Holy shit… that was amazing…” you trail off in a daze.

“Was it like you dreamed it?”

“Even better, god what I would give for another…” you stop yourself as Cicily grabs your hand with a sly look on her face.

“You don’t have enough balls to go get another…” she giggles.

You look back up to the stage and he’s taking a second to drink some water. Every angle of this man is perfect and the way that jumpsuit looks astonishing on him just makes your mouth water. The feeling of his plump lips replays over and over and over again in your head and you start to blush just thinking about having another kiss from him.

“You wanna put money on that?”

You get up from the booth and make your way to the front tables. You squeeze through the people’s chairs and get to the ledge of the stage. Elvis turns around and sets down his water on the table next to one of the guitar players as he sees you leaning your arms on the stage and looking up at him. You rest your chin on your arms and give him your most pleading eyes.

“Well now, what do we have here,” he chuckles into the microphone.

You smile a big smile at him and motion him to come closer to you with your finger.

He slowly moves closer, taking his sweet time, almost teasing you.

“You want another kiss so you can sit down, is that the idea?” he teases, his feet right near your arms.

You nod your head yes and can’t help but bite your lip. You feel this rush of boldness and reach out and touch his calf. He gets a grin from this gesture and kneels down on one knee for you.

“Well come here baby,” he coos into the microphone. The crowd goes crazy and you feel your heart racing out of your chest. You get on your tippy toes as you try to reach him. He pulls the microphone away from his mouth and places his hand on your face yet again. He gives you a sly grin and shakes his head.

“You naughty girl,” he whispers as he leans in for a kiss. Your cheeks flush red at the sound of his words but also how passionate the kiss felt. There was so much energy flowing through him and you loved the way his lips felt on you. You squeeze his calf slightly as he is about to break the kiss. You smile up at him and bite your lip. He shakes his head and goes in for another wet kiss and you can’t help a small airy moan escape your lips.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him and let go of his leg. You shoot him an ear-to-ear smile and he gets off his knees and stands back up.

“Lord have mercy,” he chuckles back into the mic as the audience continues to egg him on. You feel your head spinning and the loudness of the room only gets worse. You take a deep breath and try to go back to your seat. Other girls were trying to get to the stage too but Elvis wasn’t paying any attention to them. He went back for another drink of water and the band start to play the next song.

You finally reach the booth and Cicily’s mouth is agape and her eyes are blown wide.

“Pay up,” you snicker and hold out your hand.

She continues to have that shocked expression on her face and you burst out into laughter.

“You’re insane! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” You nod your head at her and look back at the stage.

“Well, when’s the next time that’s gonna happen?! The worst he could have said was no. I have nothing to lose we’re leaving in two days, might as well take some memories with us back home,” you say as you realize everything that has happened in these last 20 minutes. Shock and awe are all you can see and so happy that this has happened.

You turn your attention to him on stage and you could swear he’s looking at you, and only you. There are so many songs that he does that sound incredible. He brings a new life to them and there's so much passion in his voice. He’s up there doing what he loves to do and it shines through.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been a fantastic audience,” he says humbly as he goes to drink some water. “There’s a song I did in Blue Hawaii, and I’d like to sing it, especially for you,” the first notes of the song ring out on the piano and the heavy sound of the drums follow as he starts Can’t Help Falling in Love.

It’s one of your favorite songs he’s ever done and it always lifts your spirits. His voice rings out beautifully with the rest of his backup singers and you can feel the tears well up in your eyes.

This last hour and a half was surreal and one you’ll never forget. And to end with this song in particular, you know he’s singing it to you, the fans. His love for the fans was something that no other artist had. That’s what made him so special.

A taller man with brunette hair starts to make his way to your table and you look over at Tasha uncomfortably. He greets you both with a smile and you wait for what he’s doing at your table.

“Hi ladies, I’m Jerry. I work with Elvis,” he said trying to talk over the loudspeakers. “We were wondering if you both wanted to come to the after-party tonight for Elvis?”

You shoot Cicily a look and you swear she has stars in her eyes.

“Yes, we’d love to!” You both say at the same time. Jerry laughs at your excitement.

“Alright sounds good, follow me and I’ll escort you both up,”

Your heart raced with excitement and anticipation for what was going to happen next. A party with Elvis!? This has to be some sort of dream you swear.

You all exit the showroom and head through the lobby. Through the hall of elevators, you get in the last one on the right and Jerry holds the door open for your two and makes sure no one is following you. He inserts a key into the panel that gives access to the penthouse floors.

You get up to the top floors and turn the corner to the first doors where you see two big guys blocking the doors. They nod at Jerry and open the door for him. He lets you two in the doors first where there is a lot of people already in the suite with drinks in their hand. The view of the Vegas strip was in the distance, sparkling with all the luster of stars.

You both get yourself glasses of champagne and find an open sofa seat you both share. Your body fills with nerves getting to be so close to him again.

Suddenly a hush falls over the room and this intense amount of energy makes your arm hair stand up.

Above the crowd stands the tall man in his all-white jumpsuit. His hair was wet with sweat and his tan chest glistened.

You stand up, wanting to be seen in the crowd of people yet again. Everyone starts to congratulate him on a wonderful show. He shakes the hands of anyone who reaches out to him and smiles the most gorgeous-looking smile you had ever seen.

Suddenly, his eyes look up at yours as you are staying back from the rest of the group.

He starts walking over and turns to look over at Cicily. She and Jerry are in the midst of a conversation and watch as he leans in and places a kiss on her lips. You cover your face to hide any sounds that might come out of your mouth and quietly giggle.

No one is going to believe the trip you two are having…

By the time you glance back over at Elvis, he’s standing right in front of you, looming over your small frame as you stare deep into those eyes.

“Well, what a great surprise seeing you here. Did you come back for more?’ He teases as he brushes your hair behind your ear. You can’t help but blush at his words and want to play his little game.

“Oh I don’t know about all that, it seems you have enough girls in this suite to keep you busy for a few hours. I don’t think you’ll have time for me,” you say coyly. You normally never act so cocky and sure of yourself, but something about this man made you crazy being so close to him.

“The only one I see that I want to pay any attention to is right in front of me darlin'. What’s your name?”

“Y/n, nothing special.”

“Oh no, I like the sound of that. It suits you. Beautiful and sexy,” he teases.

Your breathing hitches and you have no idea what to say to him. Almost as reading you thought, he leans down and kisses you right on the lips. This time it's different. He’s not putting on an act. There’s no audience necessary that is egging him on to kiss you. He places his hand on the small of your back and slowly pushes you into his strong frame.

You sigh into him loving the feeling of your body touching his. You put your hands on his chest, feeling his soft chest hair on your fingertips.

“Do you need anything darlin’? I need to go take a shower and I’ll come back out to the party.”

“Some more kisses, but I’ll be fine for a little,” you blush and shoot him a sly grin up at him.

“Oh I was right, I do have a naughty girl,” he grins devilishly, “Go enjoy the party. I promise I’ll come find ya.” He winks and starts to walk off to the next room attached to this suite. Your heart flutters at the slightest thing he does. You’ll be lucky to make it back home alive in one piece by the time this night ends.

You look over at Cicily again and she’s still all eyes for Jerry and you smile to yourself.

You try to mingle in with the rest of the guests but your mind keeps wondering when Elvis is coming back out. You wanted to talk to him more, be next to him, and most importantly, you want him to kiss you more.

Minutes go by and you see Elvis through the crowd dressed in a blue button-up, making his electric eyes pop even more, and a pair of black slacks. This man dressed to the nines no matter the occasion and the confidence just dripped off of him. He made his rounds throughout the room making small talk to anyone who came up to him.

Your heart was racing the entire time watching him, just waiting for your turn next. You were sitting on the sofa next to the windows, taking in this breathtaking view when you felt that familiar chill run down your body. You turn to look up at Elvis looking at you. His eyes tracing every inch of your body, looking at you ravenously.

“You like what you see hmm?” You say sheepishly.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you, just as he did on the stage, and leans in to whisper.

“I think I found what was missing to make this a perfect view.”

You feel your cheeks begin to redden. “Oh? You think so?”

“I do honey. I’d love to take you right up against that window and make the whole town watch.”

Your heart stops at the sound of his words. You feel your wetness pool at the sound of his words and you cross your legs, your pussy starting to have this needy feeling.

“Why don’t we go into the other room so we can talk more privately,” he says.

You two sneak into the connecting room and he closes the door behind you two. It’s another large living room type of setup with a bar and a piano by the window. You get lost in the beauty of the interior and the gold accents everywhere. He gently grabs your hand and takes you out of the front door and into the room across the hall. When he opens the door, the scent of him fills your nose and makes your mouth water. You hadn’t been around him very long, but the way you love the way he smells is so comforting but also so intoxicating.

There’s a large king-sized bed that consumed the middle of the room, and another grand-sized piano by the window.

You feel his hands wrap around your waist and he turns you to face him.

“That little stunt you pulled out there was a bold one. What made you think to do that?”

“Hmm, I just liked our first kiss so much, I needed another. Couldn’t sit down until I got it,” you say bluntly.

“I’m so glad you did. You were the one that stood out the most to me tonight honey. I couldn’t get enough.” The tension in the room is thick and your body wants him more than anything and it scares you.

You reach up and grab the collar of his shirt, making him get closer to you as you plant a long wet kiss. You feel a low grumble in his chest as you slip your tongue into his mouth. You gasp at the sensations running through your body. You feel the wetness in your panties pool more and you are unsure what to do about it. He carefully slides his hand down the arch of your back and pushes your torso into his. You gasp at the feeling of his erection starting to form. Part of you wants to ravage him right there, but the other part of you is timid and shy. A bolt of nerves raced through your body as it hits you he might want a bit more than just kissing tonight…

But you love the feeling of him against you. The way his hands grope and squeeze your body makes you a complete mess. His hands drift up, as he slides the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Your breathing quickens and you stare up at him, unsure of what to do next.

His fingertips lightly brush the top of your breast and you gasp at the sensation.

“You look so beautiful, mama. Can I see the rest of ya?” He asks so innocently. The boyish smile he has as he looks over your body. Like it’s the first time he’s ever seen a woman this close.

His gaze is intimidating. You really don’t know what he expects of you but he’s Elvis Presley. He’s surely been with countless women and his expectations are astronomically high when it comes to sex.

Nerves continue to wrack your body almost causing you to shake. Your voice is quiet and unsure, “Elvis, I don’t know. I don’t think you want to do this with me….” The concern lights up his eyes.

“Honey, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. You don’t have to do anything. But what did you mean by that? Why wouldn’t I want to do anything with you? You’re gorgeous baby,” he says with a smile.

“I umm… I know I’m not what you’re used to. I’m not sure about…” you trail off, your cheeks burning red.

His eyebrows squint together in concern.

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll take real good care of you I promise. I want to give you more,” he places a soft kiss on your lips and you feel your body aches for him to do everything he’s promising you.

But you break the kiss and muster up the courage.

“Elvis I, umm, I’m a virgin. I’ve never been with a man. Ever. I have no idea how to please you and I don’t want this to be something that’s terrible for you. You’re better off finding another girl in that room to have fun with tonight,” your voice soft and weak. You feel so embarrassed about what you had to confess and the insecurities are running off of you like water.

He looks at you stoically, trying to find the right thing to say. He goes to sit on the edge of the bed and reaches out his hand for yours. You cautiously move toward him and he looks deep into your eyes.

“Darlin’ that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You have no reason to feel bad about it. Not with me at least. If you’re not ready to do anything, that’s fine,” he says softly and thinks for a bit. “Can I ask why it’s never happened? I just thought a gorgeous girl like you, you’d have men throwing themselves at ya,” he quips cutely.

You chuckle at his cheeky comment, “No one’s been worth it. I just didn’t feel the same when it came to having sex with someone and wasn’t just going to do it because they wanted it.”

“I understand darlin’. I’m sorry you’ve felt like that with a man,” he says softly.

Your head spins as this whole situation feels unreal. You have this undeniable need to have him which is crazy to you considering you have never had a man.

“But you’re different, I can tell. I want you, so bad Elvis. Every part of me wants you but I don’t know what you expect of me.”

“You don’t need to do anything darlin’. I’ll take care of you and make you feel so good. I can teach you things, if you want…”

“Yes, teach me… teach me how to make you feel good too. What do you like, please tell me,” you plead.

His eyes start to look aflame, he bites his bottom lip and places a tiny kiss on your cheek down to your neck.

“Mmm, okay dear,” he whispers in your ear.

You take a sharp breath in, loving the way his lips ignite you and all the new sensations that come with it.

“Can I teach you how to suck me off? Would you like me in your mouth?” He asks with lust rolling off his words causing your pussy to clench.

You slowly nod your head yes and he goes on to kiss you again on the lips, slipping his tongue in and groaning.

The idea of his cock in you has you filled with anticipation and need. You had only ever grinded on a few guys in the past over their pants but this was different. Something about Elvis’ commanding presence told you that he was going to fuck you senseless and you were going to love it.

He carefully placed one of your hands on his upper thigh where you can feel his forming erection run down his leg.

You gasp at the feeling and how large he is.

“See whatcha doin’ to me, making me so hard. This is gonna be inside you making you feel so good.” He moans as he feels you start to rub the length of him. The friction of his pants against it is driving him crazy. He trails kisses up and down your neck, nipping at times the soft sensitive flesh making you moan.

He leans you back, so he can get better access to your breasts. He kisses and sucks at them, making popping sounds each time he lets go. You feel the rush of wetness go into your panties and the throbbing sensation overtaking your core.

You carefully pull down the fabric of the top of your dress, exposing yourself to him. He groans when he sees what you’re doing and takes his large hands and places them firmly on you. You watch as he squeezes them, applying little pressure at first, then squeezes them harder causing you to moan and your head to fall back. He lifts one of your breasts and puts your nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking the sensitive bud.

You gasp, shocked by the way he uses his mouth on you. The more he sucks and licks them, the worse the throbbing becomes in between your legs. You can’t help but push his head more into your breasts wanting him to ravage them more.

You rub his fully formed erection and try to get his pants off of him but he stops you.

“Oh are you ready baby? You want this?” He quips.

You nod your head, “yes, tell me what you like. I want to make you feel good,” you beg.

“Take off your dress for me, let me see you.” You pull down the rest of your dress and stand before him just in your panties. One by one, you undo the buttons on his shirt as you feel his eyes take in the sight before him.

Your hands shake slightly as you get to unbutton his pants and slowly pull down the zipper. You slide down the waist band of his slacks and to your surprise he’s not wearing any underwear, you watch as his large cock spring free from his pants.

You stare and bite your lip. You had no idea what to expect, but you were not expecting this. His cock was longer, and thicker than you expected and the way his veins running along his shaft made your mouth water by just looking at it. Your hands trail down his chest and graze over his length. He hisses at the contact and squeezes your arm.

You’ve never seen a man naked before, but you know this was as perfect as they come.

“Get on your knees for me baby,” he says gently as he sits back down on the bed, spreading his legs wide, looking like the definition of temptation. You kneel in between his legs, wanting to touch all of him so badly but wait for his instructions.

He picks up your hand and wraps it around his shaft. The length of him is warm and there is a clear fluid coming out of the head. He grabs your other hand and has you cup his rather large, heavy-hanging balls.

“What I’d like you to do for me, is just rub me in your hand, back and forth, then lick the head of my cock. Nice and slow like this,” he moves his hand on top of yours and you watch as his foreskin almost envelops his red, leaking head, and pull it back to see more of his protruding veins in his shaft. He has you gently squeeze his balls in your hand, causing his hips to move and dry hump into you. After a few strokes, he lets go of your hands and watches you. You love the small, airy sounds he makes as you put a little more pressure on it. His hips gently roll as he enjoys your hand working his cock.

“Now open your mouth for me, honey. Nice and wide and let me feel you.” You keep stoking him and do as he says. You open your mouth and he slowly guides the tip of his cock into your mouth. The hot heat touches your tongue and you moan. You wrap your lips around his head and suck.

A deep guttural growl comes out of him and you start to suck. This unbeknownst primal instinct takes over you and the smell of him fills your nose making you moan with him in your mouth.

“Oh yes, just like that mama. Just like that. Use your tongue a bit too. Lick and suck on me.” He groans out. You look up at his face looking so pleasured by this. His mouth is open in awe and watching you intently as you suck and stroke his cock.

You start to use your tongue licking and swirling around his head while sucking him.

You get more excited and decide to put more of him inside your mouth, doing the same motions he told you to. He gasps as you take more of him hungrily. You keep watching him as his eyes pop open and he lets out a loud moan. You test out what gets him going the most. You suck his tip, swirling your tongue around his swollen head, and squeeze his balls more making him buck his hips off the bed.

“Oh mama yes, that’s so good. Let me move in and out of your mouth now,” he moans hungrily and grabs a fist full of hair in his hand. You love the way he’s sounding. The way he’s getting off because of you is the most addicting sound and you want to take in more of his cock.

You place your hands on the tops of his thighs and he pushes his hips slightly, having you take in more of his length. You feel his head hit the back of your throat and you sputter and gag around him. He pulls his cock from your throat, making sure you’re okay, and watch as you claw at his thighs, ready for more.

You nod your head at him and take more of him in your mouth. You never thought giving head would be a thing you’d like, but watching him enjoy it so much was one of the hottest things you’ve ever experienced.

He continues to moan and tighten the grip on your hair. You move with him and he fills your mouth with his hot length. You try to relax your throat to not gag on him as much but he continues to plunge his cock down your throat, letting you breathe, then putting it back down your throat. He pulls out of you, pulling you from your hair and you let out a soft cry.

“Oh, honey you did so good. Making me feel so good. I could fuck that throat all night, but I need to take care of you now,” he teases and helps you get off your knees. He picks you up and places you on the bed with the pillows underneath your head and back.

He looks like he’s about to eat you alive and you wait patiently.

“How’s my honey doing? Are you feeling okay?” He says as he opens your legs wide for him. Your heart beats wildly out of your chest and feel more wetness pool.

“I need you. I’m throbbing and it won’t go away.” You plead and try to close your legs, hoping some sort of friction would help.

But he doesn’t let you and continues to keep them open, both of his hands on your knees. Looking at your soaked panties, he starts to trail his hand down to your panty line.

“I’m gonna touch you, honey. Making sure you’re all ready for me.” He growls when he feels the wetness that has seeped through the lace fabric. You jump at the friction and he tears them off in one quick motion.

His eyes grow wide as he looks at the wetness leaking out of you. He takes two fingers and slowly rubs your clit, causing an electric shock through your body.

“Oh fuck! What are you…,” your question fades as you moan loudly instead. He runs those two fingers up and down your folds, spreading your wetness and driving you mad. You arch your back and push into his fingers causing a mess in between your legs.

He smiles at the state you’re in, needy and horny, just how he wants you to stay.

“Have you ever played with yourself, honey? You ever put your fingers inside yourself?” He asks innocently.

You blush and have to look away, “I’ve played with myself a few times but umm, I’ve never put my fingers inside myself.” You say shyly. The idea never really popped into your head til now. Wanting Elvis’ fingers inside you sounded like a sin that was so delicious. You were so attracted to the idea.

“Hmm, I see baby. Have you ever made yourself cum?”

Your face turns another shade of red and quickly shake your head no, not wanting to see the reaction on his face.

“Well, I’ll teach you, honey. Make you feel so good. You are very needy tonight… you need something to fill you. Let me finger you and get you ready to take my cock,” he coos. You whine and try to move his hand down lower where the throbbing is growing.

He slowly takes his index finger and puts it in your weeping hole. You had never been penetrated by someone and the feeling of his long finger inside you is overwhelming. His long, slender finger reaches deep inside you while staying firmly taught around him. You buck your hips up into him and cry out.

“Mmm fuck you’re so tight for me baby. I don’t know if you’re ready for my cock.” He teases.

“Make me ready… I want you to fuck me with more than just your fingers,” you beg and buck your hips into him more.

“Oh you fucking naughty girl,” he moans as he pumps his finger in and out of you watching as you are writhing on the bed. You can’t control the sounds that are coming out of your mouth and love the way he’s reaching parts of you that had never been explored. He curls and prods them to your never before touched walls and you swear you’re going to pass out. He enters another finger and you feel this coil in your belly tighten exponentially. He starts to move them faster and curls his fingers up into your walls. Your vision goes blurry for a second, being consumed by the pleasure he is giving you with his skilled fingers. Your walls begin to flutter and he smirks at this, pumping them faster.

“Oh, I love the way this pussy feels. Do you think you’re ready for me? Ready to take all this cock inside ya?” You realize he loves to tease as he says this and look down as he has his cock in his hand, slowly jerking it off while looking down hungrily at your leaking cunt.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a frustrated cry.

“Please Elvis,” he pulls his fingers out of you and places them in his mouth, moaning when he tastes your sweet honey. He licks them clean and grabs the back of your thighs to adjust your body. He has you wrap your legs around his waist and you cling onto his shoulders. He jerks his cock in his hand and teases your entrance with just the tip. Every last nerve in your body is on edge and you claw at his arms in anticipation.

“Just relax mama. I’ve got you. It might hurt a little since your cherry hasn’t been popped but I promise it’s gonna feel so good after.” He coos and places sultry kisses on your lips. You moan, ready for him to give you anything he wants.

He’s gentle, and slowly pushes the first few inches of his cock inside you. The way he is stretching you causes you to gasp. He’s so much bigger than you expected and your body doesn’t know what to do.

You cry out his name as he sets this slow, but insistent pace. He grabs one of your breasts in his large hand and squeezes and pinches your nipples in between your fingers. You moan more with the mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body.

He put more inside you and you feel this sharp pain inside you and you wince. Tears well in your eyes as you try to take him. You cry out as he moves in and out of you carefully. He sees the pain you’re in and holds you tighter.

“Doing so good baby,” he caresses you.

He keeps you there locked with him, caressing your face and looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered. Everything about this felt so natural. The nerves that were filling your body moments ago were slowly dissipating and you were just enjoying the moment with him inside you. He thrusts his hips, putting the last few inches inside you and you let out a loud moan. He keeps still as he enjoys seeing you like the way he’s making you feel.

“Such a good girl for me baby. Doing so good. Your cherry popped. It’s gonna feel so good now,” he says as you look down at his long length moving in and out of you. You see some light spotting of your blood around his shaft but the pleasure starts to build the more he’s moving. You watch as he rubs your clit and pushes the rest of his cock inside you again. You feel his balls hit your ass and he doesn’t move as he lets you adjust to the size of him.

“Oh fuck Elvis, you’re killing me holy fuck.” You cry out, gasping for breath.

“Mmm, yea baby? You like how this big cock fills you up?”

You claw at his back, needing him to move and help this never-ending pulsating in your core.

“God, yes I love it. Please give me more,” he nods his head and smiles down at you.

He begins to move his hips and the pain has disappeared. Nothing but pleasure is running through your veins. He moves with more rhythm as he bucks and swirls his hips into you. He places his thumb over your clit and starts to work at it.

Your eyes roll back and let the feeling of what he’s giving you take over your body.

“So goddamn tight for me baby. Taking this cock so well,” he grunts over you as he starts to fuck you faster.

You can’t stop the noises that are coming out of you, loving every second of how he’s fucking you and making you come apart on his cock. The sounds of your skin slapping against his and the wet noises coming from your pussy were driving you both crazy.

Your walls flutter and your whole body tenses. There’s panic in your eyes and Elvis knows it by the look on your face.

“It’s okay darlin I got you. You’re gonna come for me,” he commands and looks deep in your eyes. “I feel you ready to come apart all over me.”

Your whole body tenses and the heat of the orgasm washes over you over and over again. You scream out his name as your walls squeeze his girth. Your nails leave red marks down his back and he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm. You relish in the way this feels and can’t believe you’ve never even given yourself this feeling!

“Mmm fuck, such a good girl. Your pussy feels so good. Keep coming for me,” he pleads as his thumb works faster on your clit.

Your body feels like it’s never felt before. Feeling so light yet so on edge with the way his cock is filling you up and stretching you out. You watch as he lifts your hips up and continues to pound into you.

Taking this new position makes it feel completely different and love the way he’s hitting this particular part inside of you that makes you feel like you can cum all over again on him.

By the look on his face, he is loving every second of this. The way he bites his lower lip and the way sweat has formed on the sides of his temples. You watch as you see the veins on his neck pop out as he fucks you to the hilt.

His rhythm starts to become more sporadic and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to hold on a bit longer. You love the way he’s taking you and can’t get enough of how he fills you up. Your coil in your belly tightens gets again and you let your second orgasm take over your entire body. He groans loudly as you cum on him, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Ah hell, mama. I love it when you cum on me. I’m so close. Where’d you want me to cum?” He agonizingly says through his teeth.

Your brain races, fuzzy from your high of orgasm and unsure what to say. This has never happened before for you and weren't sure exactly what an orgasm would be like for him.

“I want you back in my mouth please Elvis,” you whine breathlessly.

He pulls out of you quickly and you groan at feeling so empty. Your arousal pools out of you and onto the comforter.

He re-adjusts your body by lifting you up underneath your arms and sits you up. He stands up on his knees and puts his cock in front of your lips. He takes his hand and jerks himself in front of you, placing his free hand on the back of your head.

“Open that mouth for me, baby, I’m gonna fill this mouth up,” your heart beats uncontrollably and you grab the back of his thighs, preparing yourself for whatever he is going to give you.

He leans his head back and his mouth opens as you feel hot, salty spurts of his cum land on your tongue and the back of your throat. He places more of his cock in your mouth and you lick the base of it, causing him to moan your name loudly.

“Oh fuck, oh god mama yes take this cock baby,” he groans in ecstasy. Your mouth fills with his cum and waits for him to come down from his high. You had never had this happen before so you don’t know what to do with his load.

He pulls out of your mouth, breathless from it all, and watches you with your mouth open for him, seeing the milky white substance coating your mouth.

“Such a good girl baby. Time to swallow,” he taps your chin and you close your mouth. You look up at him and swallow in one big gulp. The taste of his salty, thick load coated your throat and you have to swallow a few times to fully clear your throat.

He looks down at you pleased, looking at how you’re breathless too and your mascara running down your face.

“Mmm, such a hungry slut you are,” you groan, leaning down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth as he nips your bottom lip.

“Did you like that baby? Did I make you feel good?” He caresses your face, wiping the black streaks from your face.

“That was… incredible… I had no idea what to expect but it wasn’t that,” you say exasperated.

He has that cocky grin on his face you’ve seen so many times in pictures come to life and you wanted to wipe it right off of him.

“We’ll good darlin', that’s what I wanted for your first time,” he says tenderly and places a few soft kisses on your lips.

He gets off the bed and goes to grab you a towel. He gently rubs the wetness and blood off of you and himself. The way he is so tender yet so dominating throws you for a loop but you just sit back and enjoy the moment.

“Did you want to go back to the party? We can stay here, it’s completely up to you,” he asks as he hands you your dress.

“I wouldn’t mind going back to the party and having some food. I’m kinda hungry,” you say cutely. You start to get up off the bed and it suddenly hits you. Elvis ripped your panties off of you… you’re going to have to walk back into that party without any on.

“Elvis, how am I supposed to go back out there without any panties on! You completely ruined them!” You snicker.

He laughs at your disgruntled state.

“Correction darlin’, you ruined your panties, I just took them off of ya to help that needy pussy of yours,” he teases. “And besides, I like you better without them. You’ll just have to behave and not soak through your dress for the rest of the night,” he sneers as he grabs you by his hips and pushes you into him. A small groan escapes you and smile up at him.

“You wanna put money on that?” you wink at him.

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[greymoonfeelings]

flufftober day 31: a sweet treat

pairing: dad! bradley bradshaw x parent! reader (not specified as a mom and not specified biological kids)

word count: 600

notes: I really don’t like this, but I wanted to share this idea with everyone. Happy Halloween!

•••

“Daddy! Close your eyes! I want it to be a surprise!” Your son shouts down the hall to Bradley who sits on the living room couch.

“Okay buddy, my eyes are closed.“

Bradley smiles to himself as the echoing footsteps grow louder as do the giggles your son is fighting to contain. You walk behind him, carrying your nine-month-old daughter.

All three of you stand in front of Bradley in your Halloween costumes, ready to surprise him when he opens his eyes. Your son can barely contain his excitement, nearly vibrating in place as he waits for your go-ahead.

Your son is wearing a green jumpsuit with a kid’s pair of aviators and a fake mustache. You’re wearing a floral shirt you stole from your husband’s closet and your daughter is wearing a rooster outfit.

Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”

Your son gives Bradley a few seconds to process what’s in front of him before yelling excitedly, “I’m you, daddy!”

“I can see that.” Bradley laughs. “Let me get a good look at you, my little aviator.”

He turns in a circle showing off his costume to his father who applauds. You look down at your son lovingly, admiring the pure happiness radiating from him.

“I even have a patch.” His little fingers point to the patch you stuck onto his suit that reads “Bradshaw”, you took it from one of your husband’s old uniforms.

Bradley picks up his son, setting him on one of his knees. “You look like a real navy aviator, but there’s one thing you’re missing.”

Your son frowns temporarily, but his smile returns when Bradley removes his dog tags and carefully places them around your son’s neck. They hang low on the four-year-old but his smile grows as he turns the warm metal over in his hand.

“Why don’t you go get your bucket and then we can head out.” Bradley pats his son’s back lovingly and watches as the four-year-old scurries off. His gaze then moves to you, trailing up your figure to notice your choice of attire.

“I see you stole one of my shirts,” he teases.

“He told me he wanted to be an aviator just like his hero daddy so I thought we could be a family of Bradley Bradshaws.”

When your son first came to you with his idea of a Halloween costume you couldn’t help but be proud of the little boy you were raising. He was sweet and caring just like his father and it made sense because he was Bradley’s biggest fan.

You knew Bradley was having a hard time since his latest mission and you wanted to do something to cheer him up which is why you decided on the family theme. You wanted to show your husband how much you love and appreciate him.

“I love it, babe.” Bradley stands up, giving you a quick peck on the lips before taking your young daughter into his arms.

“Look at you, baby girl. My little Rooster.” He presses a kiss to her cheek and causes her to giggle at the tickle of his facial hair. She squirms happily in his grasp, reaching up to pull at his wedding ring necklace.

When your son comes back with his paw patrol bucket in hand, the four of you head out to trick or treat. As you walk around the neighborhood, your husband pulls you under his arm, holding you close. He sighs happily as he watches his son run around and his daughter babble in her wagon.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“We’re the lucky ones, babe.”

[random-of-random]

Can I Save You?

Chapter 2: I’m Going to Get You Out of This

The airport was quiet, Patricia had never seen an airport that quiet when it wasn’t after midnight. Still filled with people, they were huddled around televisions watching Bane's latest statement. Patricia and Wilson stopped to watch with them.

"Behind you stands a symbol of oppression; Blackgate Prison, where a thousand men have languished under the name of this man..." He was holding up a picture. The man had blonde hair and a kind smile. "Harvey Dent, who has been held up to you as the shining example of justice."

"Who is Harvey Dent sir?" Patricia asked.

"The old DA. He was said to have been killed by Batman." Wilson replied.

"You have been supplied with a false idol to stop you from tearing down this corrupt city. Let me tell you the truth about Harvey Dent from the words of Gotham's police commissioner, James Gordon." Bane continued. Patricia saw a woman in the airport crying. Her dirty blonde hair was hanging at her face and two teenagers were sitting on either side of her. The girl had her head in her mothers shoulder, but the boy, however, the same blonde hair as his mom's was staring intently at the television. His eyes were dark but Patricia saw something he was clearly trying to hide. Fear, but not fear for him, fear for someone else. The mention of Commissioner Gordon's name had caught attention. "'The Batman didn't murder Harvey Dent, he saved my boy then took the blame for Harvey's appalling crimes so that I could, to my shame, build a lie around this fallen idol. I praised the mad man who tried to murder my own child but I can no longer live with my lie. It is time to trust the people of Gotham with the truth and it is time for me to resign.' " The woman cried harder.

"Well, this is certainly going to make things a lot worse." Wilson said, his hand was tapping his belt. A nervous twitch he had adopted when he was promoted to director.

"And do you accept this man's resignation? Do you accept the resignation of all these liars? Of all the corrupt?"

"What's he getting at?" Wilson asked. Patricia felt her heart racing.

"What ever it is, sir. It's nothing good."

"We take Gotham from the corrupt! The rich! The oppressors of generations who have kept you down with myths of opportunity, and we give it back to you... the people. Gotham is yours. None shall interfere. Do as you please. Start by storming Blackgate, and freeing the oppressed!" Bane continued. "Step forward those who would serve. For and army will be raised. The powerful will be ripped from their decadent nests, and cast out into the cold world that we know and endure. Courts will be convened. Spoils will be enjoyed. Blood will be shed. The police will survive, as they learn to serve true justice. This great city... it will endure. Gotham will survive!" As he finished his speech, the cameras quickly moved. A tank had a gun pointed at them. The camera dropped and there was a moment of static as a loud bang sounded through it's microphones.

"My God!" The cameraman must have been the one talking. The camera pointed at a now gaping hole in the side of a wall. For a moment there was just dust settling, but then men, by the dozens, wearing orange jumpsuits and carrying guns of every kind came storming through. The camera cut off and a reporter came quickly into view. Sitting in a studio, she was claiming technical difficulties.

"At least we know the police are safe for right now." Patricia commented. "Down in those sewers, they might not be able to help, but the prisoners can't get to them either."

“You called it, about going after the rich.”

“I think he wants chaos.” Patricia said with a sigh. “This just helps get there quicker.”

"We should be going." Wilson stated and Patricia followed them to get their luggage.

The sunlight was almost painful after being in the artificial light of the airport. A young man walked up to them, he couldn't have been more than twenty-one. He looked like how television and movies think FBI agents should look. He was dressed in a black suit, black tie, and dark sunglasses. His light blonde hair almost looked out of place.

"Mr. Wilson? Miss. Robertson?" He asked.

"Mr. Tiller?" Wilson replied and the kid nodded before smiling. Patricia could tell he was wearing a gun on his hip and another on his ankle. He graciously picked up Patricia's bag and lead them to a black SUV. Patricia climbed in the back and leaned her head back against the headrest. She studied the outside world once the vehicle started moving through the city. DC looked normal, despite the crisis in Gotham. People went in and out of grocery shops, moms took their children into daycare, and college kids went into bars for an early drunk. She couldn't imagine what the people of Gotham were experiencing. As far as she knew no one had left the city, the military wasn't letting anyone across the only bridge left and the tunnels out of the city had been blocked. The SUV they were in came to a standstill and Patricia sat up.

"I'm sorry." Tiller said quickly. "It's about that time. Traffic can come to a crawl or worse sometimes. I'll have us there as soon as I can." Patricia let her body fall against the comfortable seat.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Bane. The current Bane, cold, heartless. She closed her eyes anyway. Nightmares had stopped her normal sleep pattern. Well, what she called a normal sleep pattern. Going from 4 hours a night to 1 was just unhealthy. A thought popped into her head as she felt the seat behind her, a memory.

————-——————-

"How long have we been running for?" Patricia asked. She was sitting in a chair in a very small hotel room in Berlin, Germany.

"2 years?" Dominic replied. "You were 14 when we left."

"Then two years." Patricia commented.

"You should have stayed to finish school." Dominic's voice sounded sad.

“You’re less than two years older than me. You should have finished school.” The lines around his eyes increased and she could tell that he was smile. Dominic was laying on the hotel room bed. His body was tired, they had been in China the previous morning, and his belt had been taken off. As long as he didn't move the pain would stay at bay.

“I… I’m ready to tell you.” Dominic said barely above a whisper.

"About what happened to you?" Patricia asked her voice turning serious. She could see a flash of pain cloud his eyes. Not physical pain, mental. "I told you that you don’t have to tell me-“

"I didn't want to scare you." He said quietly. Patricia stood up and moved to the opposite side of the bed, trying her best not to move the bed very much she laid down beside him. She heard him sigh.

“You’re not going to scare me.” She pushed some hair off of his forehead.

"I was three or four. My mom woke me up late one night.” He started, his eyes closed. “I remember my room was so dark. She told me to hide under the bed. Men had broken into our home. I could hear stomping, a-and shouting. The men burst into my room and they found me, quickly. When they pulled me out from under the bed my mom began fighting them."

He took a ragged breath and Patricia felt his hand softly grasp hers. "It’s okay. I’m right here.” She assured him.

“She was so strong. She attacked the guy who was holding me. I think she stabbed him with something, but he was strong. He pulled me to the window. My room was on the second floor. He shouted something down, in a language I didn't understand. Then he dropped me."

Patricia inhaled sharply. Her eyes were wide and she squeezed his hand, urging him to continue.

"I felt an excruciating pain shoot down my back and I cried out, but as soon as I screamed a boot was put on my face. Someone trying to keep me quiet. I felt like I was suffocating and I tried kicking and pushing, but whenever I moved the pain was horrible. I saw my mom sneaking around the side of the house. The man holding me didn't." His eyes looked as if he was in a far off place. "I could feel warm blood running down my face mixing with tears. My mom jumped on the man. They fell into the darkness of the back yard and I tried to get up, call after her but all that came out was a scream. It hurt so bad that I passed out.”

He didn’t even realize he had been crying until Patricia wiped the tears from his cheeks.

“When I woke up I was in a hospital room and my mom was sitting a chair next to me. I felt so weak that I couldn't move. Mom told me not to."

"Do you know what hospital?" Patricia asked.

Dominic nodded. “Where your dad worked.” Patricia’s dad was a surgeon. “I guess I had just come out of an operation. Your dad was talking to my mom. He told her my back was severely broken and would never be the same. He wanted to do a lot of surgeries and my mom told him that we needed to run. That they would still come looking got me. So, he told her the only thing they could do is keep giving me pain killers. I think he performed, at least, one more surgery. I was in and out for what felt like weeks. The anesthetic and pain meds they were using just made me tired. It was the only time I wasn't in pain. We stayed there until I was healed enough to move then we were on the run.”

"Why?" Patricia asked. "Why are these men after you?"

"My father owes a debt." Dominic said with a sarcastic smile. "He offered me. That I be put in a prison instead of him."

"He can't do that!"

"Where he's from, he can. I am suppose to rot in prison for him." Patricia moved closer to him and rested her forehead against his shoulder. "They started catching up to us when I was eight. My mom knew we couldn't keep running."

"That's when you guys came to us." Patricia remembered. "You were about 8 then."

"My mom knew we could trust your dad after all the help he gave us before. Plus, your parents and my mom go way back.”

“I remember my mom saying they were friends as kids.” Patricia offered.

“When my mom left me there I was barely coherent. I remember the news story your dad brought into me saying she was found dead."

"I'm sorry Dominic." Patricia said softly.

"You saved me." He was looking at her.

"Not yet." She replied seriously. I am going to get you out of this. In one way or another." She felt his hand squeeze hers as he closed his eyes.

———————————

Patricia's door opened and the bright light was almost blinding.

"Sorry if I woke you." Tiller said shyly.

"I wasn't sleeping." Patricia replied stepping out of the car. She fixed her blazer and followed Wilson into a back entrance to the white house. She was immediately searched, and then they were led into the heart of the white house and down toward a basement. The situation room there was white and very well lit, a stark contrast MI6. FBI director Parsons was there to greet them and they took two seats around a large table. The secretary of defense as well as the president were among the people chosen to decide what to do about Bane.

"Wilson, you seemed to have an idea over the phone. What was it?" Parsons asked.

"I think we should send men in with the food. Workers will have to drive the food in to the city. It should be special forces, a chosen few. We take their badges, give them different ID's, and send them in."

"The first rations will go in within a few days. We can have fake IDs for all the forces made by then" Parsons commented.

"With all do respect sir." Patricia started. "We should not make a move that quickly."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean that Bane's men will be weary of any workers coming into the city. They'll expect cops. They need to be the same rotations of workers. The special forces and myself-"

"You think you're going in there?" Parsons asked.

"I know I'm going in there." Patricia answered. "I know Bane better than any of you. I've studied him. I'm also trained in the field." No one said anything. "Now, the special forces soldiers and myself should go every time. We need the men checking out the trucks to recognize us. Think that we're normal civilians who won't do anything."

"Alright, Robertson." The President said carefully. "Then you start as soon as the first shipment goes in."

"Yes, sir." Patricia replied.

“How long are we thinking this could last?” The President asked.

“As of now, sir.” Parsons started with a sigh. “We really have no idea how long it will take.”

The days and planning ticked away slowly. Patricia's ID read 'Megan Reilly' and their first trip into Gotham was rapidly approaching. They had picked several special forces officers that would rotate in and out. Communications with the saved commissioner Gordon as well as his detective had been made. They grocery shop they were going to had a back room where they would meet.

The ride across the bridge was slow and nerve racking. Patricia's driver was nervous and they were stopped before crossing completely. Men dressed for gorilla warfare checked their ID's. One eyed Patricia suspiciously.

"England?" He asked, looking at her ID.

"Yes." she answered quickly.

"Why are you here?" He asked. She took notice of the machine gun hanging off of his shoulder.

"I came for the American dream. Didn't turn out as I expected." He laughed and Patricia felt her body slightly relax as he handed her ID back and let them pass. The shop was half stocked when they arrived. As the truck began unloading the man at the counter signaled Patricia to head to the back. She was unnaturally nervous and could hear her heart beating. He was somewhere in this city. Somewhere closer than they'd been in a long time. The first person she saw had dark hair and matching eyes. He was younger but his eyes looked hardened. Immediately he walked up to her.

"John Blake." He said while shaking her hand.

"Gordon's detective." Patricia said returning the handshake. "Patricia Robertson, MI6."

"Good to meet you." He said hurried.

"You'll see me every time a delivery is made. We're trying to get the guards used to us, to trust us. Eventually we'll come in with more power and some of us will start to stay, build up as many men as possible."

"We need all the help we can get."

"Try to keep people calm." Patricia said softly. "Hopefully people won't fall for Bane's ploy. Stay hidden and get as many high standing members of Gotham society to hide as well. You'll see me soon."

"Thank you."

"Good luck, Blake. Be safe out there."

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Kakashi Vs Gai poll got me being creative XD

@narutocharacterpolls

The rules were simple.

There were no rules, and loser has to pay for dinner.

That left Kakashi and Gai with a lot of options on hiw they wanted to proceed.

Gai focused on campaigning for votes. Going around talking to people and convincing them to choose him over his eternal rival.

Kakashi knew he wasn’t as good at campaigning, so he went with a choice much better suited to him.

Messing with his friend.

“And that is why you should vote for-“

Before Gai could finish his latest campaign to a pair of beautiful young women, he felt something falling overtop his head.

Something very wet which soaked through his jumpsuit immediately and caused it to cling to his skin uncomfortably.

“I heard someone call me a wet cat for you. Thought i’d even the playing field.” his rival’s voice called out from somewhere overtop, but when Gai looked he was no where he be found.

In front of him, the two girls giggled between each other and whispered promises to vote for Kakashi.

“Fine,” he shook himself off and stood tall. A little bit of water was not going to ruin his plans. If anything, it only made him more determined. “Forward!”

And with that, he was off to find the next person he needed to speak with. Though, this time he kept a more Careful eye out for his eternal rival.

[rocketrecord]

Creem Magazine “The Elton John Interview” by Jaan Uhelszki and Lester Bangs published May 1, 1975

"I'm the Connie Francis of rock 'n' roll."

Elton John is a man with nothing to hide. Meeting him is instantaneous recognition that his image - puckish but professional, easygoing, tolerant, a gentleman with a flair for sartorial supernova -is simply a totally natural and organic outgrowth of his private self. He is in love with his work, and it is a very healthy relationship. We found him in his hotel suite, cherub in a soccer uniform, snapping his fingers and bouncing while listening, with a self-critical attentiveness that bordered on the ruthless, to his latest single. In spite of being caught between myriad hassles - a new test pressing to okay, a radio station to run to afterwards, a slight case of the flu - we found him polite, charming, unaffected, as smooth as the white German wine he gave us and not even as saccharine. - L.B. Full interview transcript under the cut.

JU: I think that's because a lot of the songs on that first album were really serious love songs and all of a sudden here was this Liberace guy kicking out a piano . . .

EJ: All the songs on EJ were classically morbid. Most of our songs are pretty morbid. Someone once wrote that there's only one happy song on the whole album, "Harmony."

JU: I read once that the contrast between your comical clothes and your serious songs is part of the reason for your success.

EJ: I suppose so. I just don't know anymore. I mean when you look back at those costumes I used to wear - those weren't even costumes! They were Mr. Freedom jumpsuits. People thought they were outrageous. I think the reason we became successful is because we played more rock 'n'roll. A lot of people said, "I don't like rock W roll, you should just sit at the piano," but I think rock appeals to a much wider audience.

JU: The concept of rock 'n' roll used to be that parents weren't supposed to like it. Parents like you.

EJ: I know. Isn't that odd ... I don't mind as long as they buy the records. But it's true. I can see four or five rows when I'm on stage, and the cross section of people is staggering, it never ceases to amaze me. In the front row last night was a couple who must have been in their forties and I thought, "they must be friends of the promoters". . . then you get 13 year old girls and everybody. It's great. Though mothers seem to brood on me.

Lester: One problem you have in terms of image is you have a tough time right now building the mystique of someone who lurks, the phantom of rock or something like that. You've made yourself so accessible and pinned yourself as so positive ... Mr. Nice Guy.

JU: Other stars of your stature like David Bowie want to create a mystique that you can't see beyond.

EJ: That's bullshit. I hate that. It's all bullshit. I mean, why build a mystique? LB: What happened at a certain point is that people decided that the way to become a star besides writing a song is to say "I'm a star!" And stardom became very brutal... the ego had much more to do with it than the music.

EJ: There have been classic examples of people with no musical talent being built up even before their first record. In England that happens a lot. King Crimson was a perfect example. When they first started in England they played a few gigs at clubs like the Marquee and the press on them was just unbelievable and the publicity just sort of fell out from their people, people who surrounded them. And by the time their first album came out there was an unbelievable amount of excitement.

LB: Well, don't you think things have changed? I mean Bowie or Todd Rundgren steps up and says "Well I'm a superstar," and two years later he's still not selling.that many records but he's still saying "Yes, I'm the biggest star in history."

EJ: And what really annoys me is that people believe it. Especially in England, they're so gullible. You pick up the paper in England and you read who are the biggest stars in America and they say Yes, Bowie, Jethro Tull and they never even mention me. That's real bullshit. I can't believe that. You pick up the English papers and read "Steeleye Span Storm Across The States. " Really bullshit! But people believe what they I read. I do tend to laugh about it, it is a bit 11 of a joke.

I hate all that sort of moodiness you mentioned before. There's no reason for me to be moody, it's not all that important, I mean who really gives a shit. So Bowie's inaccessible and he's got a mystique and he's got a great stage presence. But so do people like Marlene Dietrich, who've been around 60 years.

LB: I think it's a very sick sort of personality cult.

EJ: I suppose so. I also know David wanted to be Judy Garland.

LB: It's almost on a Mel Lyman or a Manson level, I mean a Bowie or a Leon Russell. . . the people surrounding them are vicious, and they're supposed to be nice guys.

EJ: Oh yeah. I've always thought rock 'n' roll was people's music. It's always been a thing that everyone should enjoy, as far as I'm concerned, I don't see why they should bring moodiness into it. On stage you can create an image without all the hassles. Who needs it? I can walk into a room and be surrounded by just as many people as David Bowie. You meet John Lennon, he'll talk to you for 25 hours straight and he doesn't give a shit and he's been through the whole scene. Backwards, forwards. He still talks to you. Ringo does. Paul does. George doesn't. . .but I respect George for what he's doing, he's doing it because he really believes in what he's doing and he's not just some moody . . .

JU: He's not difficult, it's just an extension of that whole religious thing he's going through.

EJ: Right. I feel sorry for him in lots of ways and in fact like him. He might be being used. I'm very skeptical about religion. If something's that fanatical it can you for their ends.

LB: Another thing that you sort of step out of is that rock 'n' roll is so much associated with the burnout syndrome. You're supposed to do that, to live fast and die young. I mean Dylan looked beautiful in 1966 when he was on the edge of death; he looked better than he did the rest of his life. But the whole thing is such ah adolescent dream.

EJ: Well. . . I'm the Connie Francis of rock 'n' roll.

JU: Will you be doing orange juice commercials in ten years?

EJ: Like Anita Bryant (sings a bit of a jingle), no, no way. I've got very strict sensibilities like that. That's why people annoy me when they compare me to Vegas acts. I can't bear show biz.

These people come to my parties, not my idea, it's just a publicity thing. It's nice to meet them, a couple of them I really do like, Steve McQueen and Diana Ross and Cher. You shake hands with 70people. Barbra Streisand came into the dressing room when I was just wearing underpants and she went "OHHH!" I went, "Barbra, you must have seen it before."

JU: You know you make Rona Barrett's gossip magazine. Not many rock stars do.

EJ: She loves me! Well, I'm perfect fodder for her. I'm perfect fodder for everybody. If anyone's gonna say let's pick on somebody, let's pick on Elton. JU: But they can't pick on you.

LB: Not very good fodder for a scandal sheet. You seem to lead a pretty sedate life.

EJ: I'm not talking scandal. I'm talking about like in England with the money situation and everybody moving out. So everybody says... and I never said it in an interview, I mean, Rod says it in interviews... but the big headline will be "Elton Leaving England; Deserting a Sinking Ship. Well We Don't Need Him!" And if anyone's gonna be picked on it's always me. I take the can back from so many people.

LB: Do you ever find yourself in the syndrome of being on the road so much that the graph of your alcohol intake just goes up and up until you're just reeling and you lose control?

EJ: Yeah, that happened to us last year. We went to Australia and Japan and then we had a crisis . . . we'd been on the road for four and half years and we all looked like just unbelievable zombies, felt like death warmed up, and we were just at the point of breaking up. So we cancelled everything from there on. We had a big tour of England planned, a big tour of Europe, and cancelled both. And we just took time off. I went to a tennis ranch and I read in English papers that I was huge and they were right ... I'd put on about 45 pounds because I was drinking at least half a bottle of scotch each day. I just felt awful and I looked at myself-at 27 your hair's going, body's going, you're going. Also I'm the director of a soccer team. People connected with soccer do drink a lot, and I was beginning to drink like ... I mean I was just becoming an alcoholic. It was just ridiculous, so I just had to say no. I just started drinking again. I don't drink spirits, just wine and... The worst thing is the next day. I got to the point where I was taking things to get me over getting up. After two weeks of getting up and feeling like that you just feel like, "Ahhh." So I thought that's it, it's gonna be health from now on.

JU: So how's your romance with sports? I've heard you call yourself a sports groupie?

EJ: Oh I am, I'm an absolute sports groupie. I played doubles with Jimmy Connors, that was great; every time I hit a winning shot he used to sit on the floor and laugh. I'm not a bad tennis player and when you play with someto play better anyhow.

JU: Weren't you in a tennis tournament with Bill Cosby?

EJ: You know they have World Team Tennis now. Well, Billy Jean's team is in Philadelphia and I might get involved with that next year. I came over on the SS France to the States and went straight down to Philadelphia cause I had arrangements to play with Cosby, in an exhibition game. Usually they get 3,000 people at the Spectrum. They had 9,000 that night. It's one thing to go out there and play rock 'n' roll but to play tennis like a schmuck is another. I lost the first two games . . . but I knew I could beat him.

JU: You beat Bill Cosby?

EJ: Yeah.

LB: Do you think on one level being a rock star is like being a frustrated sports star?

EJ:It's been said that there's a parallel between sports people and rock people because they come from the same background. No way. Sports people go through hell. You have to be far more dedicated.

It's not a question of physical ability, because if you've got it you've got it, like playing the guitar; it's a matter of concentration. If a tennis player loses his concentration for one minute it can blow the whole game. I actually think it's more of a mind thing than it is a skill.

I was never any good at sports and I remember one year at school everybody had houses and on Sports Day they would compete against one another, and because I was fat they used to put me into the shotput. And the first time they put me into the shotput, I went to it it and the ball spun off my chin and fell on my foot and broke my toe . . . that was so funny . . . But I was never any good at sports except tennis and soccer.

Tennis has exploded here. Someday soccer will just explode. But I love American sports too. I love the Monday night game; if I have a gig that night, I'm distraught. Hockey I love, and baseball.

I can't find any Americans who like baseball. I hate the fucking Oakland A's and they win it every year. I'm a Mets fan. I really wanted them to win last year.

JU: Mets used to be on the bottom. EJ: I always felt sorry for the team on the bottom. Texas'll do all right this year ... We were up in Montreal when they got back from Russia. We got into the airport at the same time.

JU: Montreal is a hockey town.

LB: Canada's a hockey town - what else have they got?

EJ: They've got Anne Murray.

LB: Do you like Anne Murray? s EJ: She's great . . . reminds me of « Dusty. I used to have pictures of Dusty stuck on my wall... about 400 of them. She was my idol. Dusty had a desperate desire to be needed.

LB: We hear that you're the Santa Claus of rock. Like Elvis. Like giving John Reid cars.

EJ: Well, its' just that I like giving away presents. My whole philosophy is ... / could be dead tomorrow or something gruesome. I've met so many people who are so miserable with their success. They never have any fun, they stay in their houses. I've got enough money. Really I don't think I'll ever be able to spend all my money. I very rarely buy things. I buy paintings. I have a great art deco collection. I buy a lot of clothes. LB: Do you think there's an element of compulsiveness in the spending and the way you push yourself to be prolific?

EJ: I've got tremendous drive. What you said before, Lester, about spending money now because you can make more tomorrow - that's true to a certain extent. I believe that I'll be around for quite some time. But I'm quite willing to admit that if something happened I could be the world's biggest bomb. I quite like that, that uncertainty. If our record comes in number one in England, great; when our Hits album went straight to number one, beat Bowie's album, I was absolutely delighted. We don't sit down and write something to go to number one but I'm always on the phone saying how's it going . . . especially with Rocket, the label, it's just murder. I worry more about that than I do about me at the moment.

LB: Don't you think there's an element of the ephemeral intrinsic to rock, very few rock stars sustain over the years, they become hacks like Elvis or Jerry Lee or Chuck Berry.

EJ: I don't want to be like them at all, appearing at the big hotel in town in 15 years doing "Crocodile Rock" for 40 old ladies. I know the time will come when I have to say "enough is enough. " LB: You think you'll be able to pack it in?

EJ: Yeah, there's lots of other things I'm very interested in. I'm very interested in the supper club at this time.

JU: What about film?

EJ: "Pinball Wizard," you're gonna die when you see Tommy, Ken Russell made me pull more faces in that bloody movie than I'd done in my whole life. Pulling the worst faces of all time. I get beaten in the movie.

LB: About the ephemerality, don't you think there's a point at which they know they've peaked? I think Lennon's at that point now, but people can't throw in the towel. They can't admit they're not as good as they were, that they've passed their prime and it's a very pathetic syndrome.

EJ: I suppose so. I don't agree with you about Lennon. He's got himself out of those two or three years of chaos. He was surrounded by chaos, John. And / he's got himself out of that and is on the verge of doing some really good things.

But I know what you mean ... I love reading a review that says "Well, Elton John is finished." I must say there was a review in CREEM of Caribou, and it was the worst review (by Billy Altman, November, 1974 - Ed.) It was great. It made me laugh. I don't mind reviews like that because it was very comical. When the guy said that I pinched "Honky Cat" from Lee Michaels that really finished me off.

One magazine printed a letter to the editor from a Kim Sand in Montego Bay, Jamaica, I'm sure John Lennon wrote it, that says "I'm tired of seeing this tired old closet queen and he doesn't even move around on stage anymore. Elton John belongs in one." It was worse than that. But I love those. LB: After we had Wayne Robins review Yellow Brick Road and he said "he doesn't have sufficient heterosexual good looks blah blah blah," we got this deluge of letters, "the girls at Beaver College think he's sexy and peachy keen." They're absolutely serious.

JU: How do you feel about being a sex symbol?

EJ: I can't understand it. I've always said that rock stars are supposed to be skinny and wasted. I think (with me) with a female it's very much a mother image, "Oh, hey, can I cuddle you. " It's a very subtle thing. In England it isn't. I can't walk around the streets there for fear that I'll get clothes ripped off. They're not subtle at all in England, they just go crazy.

LB: You had a turnover of fans at a certain point in your career which I would place at the release of Madman Across the Water. That's the point where I think a lot of the old Elton John fans decided you were jiving, weren't a serious artist, that you were finished. That's the point I began to like you. You took on a whole new audience at the very point where your initial audience split.

EJ: Like when I say at a show, "This one's from Tumbleweed Connection," there's hardly a ripple. I know exactly what you mean and I think you're quite right. Adding a guitarist made a difference; we've been a band ever since. LB: Did you consciously burn your bridges behind you?

EJ: I'd made my records with session musicians. We had a band but weren't making records together; it was ludicrous. They were getting uptight and I could see their point, and after Madman Across the Water we began to use other musicians more. I thought, "I've gotta start using the people I play with all the time. I've gotta start writing some different types of songs. " That album was Elton John stuck on a bridge. Luckily we went across.

Someone once said to me that I make the funniest records. He said it as a compliment. I mean, "Grimsby?" Grimsby is a pretty atrocious town. Singing a song about it that just makes it sound wonderful.

LB: Do you intend to make your records funny?

EJ: Yeah ... all these people spend all this time creating masterpieces, hours and hours really into things that are just five .chords. I could never believe that they thought they were creating, that they took themselves so seriously . . . I'm serious about some of my songs. "Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me", is a serious pop song, but "Grimsby" -how can you be serious about Grimsby? That's the whole point of rock and roll.

LB: One last question. Perhaps you can clarify something I've been wondering about for a long time. Why is it, do you think, that there are all these acts like Slade, and Gary Glitter, the Sweet, probably Suzi Quatro, certainly Alvin Stardust - all those teeny tigers who are such a rage in Britain, and they all bomb in the States?

EJ: You have a more sophisticated audience over here. We have a better educational system, but your kids are much more advanced by and large. An English 14 year old boy who buys a Gary Glitter record is simply younger and more naive than a comparable American 14 year old who spends his money on, say, the Allman Brothers. You must remember that you have so many more media outlets over here, more radio stations and television channels and all the rest of it, so the poor dears are bombarded constantly; consequently they become a bit more callous, or at least less gullible. They grow up so fast I sometimes suspect they're older than I am.

LB: They’re certainly more jaded than you seem to be.

EJ: Faugh. Pity, isn't it?

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