#torso 1973

[cleopatragirlie]

𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 '𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞' (𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑)

[bambiiis]

[dio-the-thot-exterminator]

jcnsmckmak HI GAY 👋🏿 🏳️‍🌈‼️

If the killer gets them he’s homophobic >:(

[horrortitlecredits]

The Hound of the Baskervilles (1929)

Torso (1973)

The Tingler (1959)

Raw (2016)

The Love Witch (2016)

[cleopatragirlie]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 '𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐢 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞' (𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟑)

[kristina100000]

so in love with this lesbian couple from torso (1973).. if i am not watching this at least once a month i am dead

[dreamingofep]

Halloween Party: A Sinned Awakening Story 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, mentions of blood/gore, some public smut, oral, dirty dirty feelings

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: Hi everyone! I know it's not spooky season but I don't think there's a bad time for vampire Elvis. I planned on making this short and fluffy but… it took a turn😈 It started off so cute but then the image of them on the couch popped in my brain with the cape pulled over them and ummm... the rest is here...Hope you enjoy this spicy little addition.

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! Hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

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October 31st, 1973

He hated the idea.

The whole concept of Halloween was something he never liked, even before he was a vampire. Celebrating the dark, gruesomeness of monsters for a night? No thanks, he would not have fun with that.

You, on the other hand, loved Halloween. You blamed it on the fact you had been human longer than Elvis ever was and thought it was just a fun time to dress up and fantasize about being someone else for the night. That was all before you found out that a lot of the fairytales and legends that made you scream as a kid were real. But this year, you wanted to have fun with it. You wanted to throw a big Halloween party for everyone and have a good time together. The request you had for him a few weeks ago was particularly not his favorite.

“I think a Halloween party would be so much fun. We can decorate the house, and everyone can dress up. I think everyone would have a great time,” you say excitedly. Elvis considers your plan carefully, trying to see if this would be fun for him. “Okay… I don’t mind throwing a party I guess… but knowing you, there’s going to be a wildcard in this plan of yours,” he teases.

You huff at him, “I just want to have a little fun that’s all! I know you’d have a good time. I think it would be fun to dress up together,” you explain. “And what would we dress up as?” He asks warily. “I thought we could just be ourselves for the night… vampires,” you suggest. Elvis boisterously laughs at the idea. “Honey, are you crazy?” He chuckles, “We can’t do that. That’s one of the biggest rules to not let humans know of our existence,” he explains. “I know, I know. I just thought it would be nice that once a year, we don’t have to hide who we really are,” you say quietly. “We can play ‘dress up’ and enjoy ourselves for once and not have to worry about what the world has to think about us.”

You knew Elvis wouldn’t love the idea, but it came from a good place. He makes his way closer to you and pulls you into his arms. His warmth engulfs your whole body and you wrap your arms around his torso. You loved when he held you like this, It was the easiest way he comforted you without saying another word.

“I think you’re right, it could be a lot of fun. I’ve never had the luxury of being myself and now because of you, I can. We should do it,” he says softly, caressing your head on his chest. “Really? You’re sure you’re okay with it?” “Yes, I’d never do something like this before you and I think it would be great,” he assures you, “But what do you want me to wear to make my whole existence a costume,” he jokes.

You pick your head off his chest and reach up on your tippy toes to kiss him. You had already thought of what you wanted him to wear but you had to make it seem like you had to think this through. “Hmm… something black and velvet,” you surmise. “I already wear that on a day-to-day basis, I guess I dress like a vampire without meaning to,” he jokes. “Yes you really do, I don’t know why I wasn’t more suspicious earlier on,” you tease. “Well what should I add to make it even more convincing,” he asks you, placing his hand on your cheek. “I think you’ll need a floor-length cape with a high collar…and umm, black eyeliner to make your eyes look more sinister,” you say caressing his handsome face too. “Hmm okay, this might work, I’m sure I can have something made in time. And what about you? What are you going to wear?” He asks intrigued. “I’ll find something good I’m sure,” you imply, already knowing what you wanted to wear designed.

Something to make you weak…

*

On Halloween night, the house was decorated to the nines. As usual, you went all out and made sure the house looked as spooky and haunted as possible. The red drapes came out from storage and fake cobwebs and spiders covered them. Elvis let you decorate however you wanted and found it amusing that you were sweating over all the little details of this party. From the drinks to the food, (for any humans that would attend) everything was on theme. You were really happy with how everything was coming out. All you had to do now was get your dress on that gave you the most vampiric look.

You did your makeup with a smokey, darker look that made your golden eyes pop. Your lips were stained with a dark red lipstick that you loved. The dress you bought was from Los Angeles and custom-made. They were known to make movie costumes and knew Elvis from his time in the movies. They were more than happy to make such a dress for your Halloween party.

You chose to have a black dress that had sequins sparsed throughout with a corset built into it and a high collar. The back of the dress was ruffled with a bustle and had more black sequins all over it. You added onto the whole look with a black choker that had a cross hanging down in the middle. For the finishing touch, you let your fangs descend. You had never been around a group of people looking like this but that made it that much more thrilling. The veins that cracked down your face made you seem that much scarier.

By the time you were done getting ready, the house was starting to fill up with people. Everyone’s costumes were fun and creative. You look around for Elvis but he isn’t down here yet. You mingle with some people that you know and they are taken aback by your appearance. They were amazed by your ‘makeup’ and your ‘fake’ fangs. You giggled and politely thanked them.

You went to the kitchen and grabbed something to drink. There were various punch bowls with an assortment of drinks in them. You made sure there was blood in one for you and Elvis. You grabbed two wine glasses and filled them both with the ladle sticking out of the bowl. You go back into the dining room and see if Elvis is out here yet. You take a few sips of the blood in your glass and let it quench your thirst.

You get that familiar feeling of when Elvis walks into a room. It was a new sixth sense you’ve developed. Turning towards the staircase, you see him. He nearly knocked the wind out of you he looked so good. He starts to come down the stairs with a cigar in his mouth, wearing a black velvet suit and a floor-length cape that is red on the inside. It fluttered behind him like a king’s, making him look so powerful and regal. The collar on the cape came up higher than he normally would wear and in his hand, he carried a cane. It had a ruby red gem on the end of it and you remember so well what that cane did to you when you two first met.

Terrible, vile things.

You shiver at the thought.

His hands were covered with black leather gloves and walked with a newly defined swagger. You felt your heart pitter-patter away and tried to get it together so Elvis wouldn’t hear it. His hair was soft and gelled at the sides showing his gorgeous face. You were practically drooling over him. He added black eyeliner to his already piercing eyes and you couldn’t look away from them. As usual, you were sucked in by his very presence.

Everyone got excited when they saw him and immediately greeted him. You stayed back and let everyone say hi first even though you were dying for his attention. After a long while, his eyes find yours in the crowd and he makes his way to you in the dining room. Oh God, he looked so radiant and powerful dressed like this. It made you want to worship him in any way you could. You smirk at him as he finally gets close enough to you.

“Hello Mr. Presley, you make an awfully convincing vampire,” you blush. His eyes take their time looking at your costume and nods his head approvingly. “So do you honey. Looking absolutely delicious,” he coos, leaning down and placing a kiss on your neck. You hum delighted by his touch and hand him his glass. “For you dear, drink, let’s have a good time tonight,” you tell him and wink. “Oh I’m sure we will,” he says as he brings the glass to his lips. You watch as his fangs descend and his eyes look more menacing as the black veins crack along his face.

He looked dangerous and you fucking loved it.

Elvis kept you tied to his hip all night long, occasionally catching him staring at you longingly. Those eyes killed you. You couldn’t help but succumb to him every time. He loosely had his arm around your waist and would squeeze you tightly from time to time. You could tell he was having a good time tonight. That’s all you wanted for him. It was nice to see him so relaxed and have a good time with his friends.

You were very intentional with the way you would touch him. You wanted to leave him wanting more from you. The way he was starting to crumble because of it made you smugly pleased with yourself. Your hands would linger on his thigh as you sat next to him and slid up, making him freeze in anticipation. But you would move it away and place it somewhere else, leaving him disappointed. He grabs your hand to keep you still, trying to focus on the conversation he was in the middle of but it was no use. You would just move on and tease another part of him, using your lips instead. You’d wrap your arms around him and lean into his chest, nipping at his neck. He was doing everything in his power to not fall apart. His eyes look at you momentarily, full of hunger and danger. You innocently excuse yourself from the conversation but feel his eyes staring daggers at your back.

Jerry finds you in the crowd, sipping from your wine glass and looking on amused. He was also dressed like a vampire with just a cape and not as elaborate as Elvis’ costume. You snicker when he walks over to you with his glass of blood. “I think you throw a better party than Elvis ever has,” he jokes. “I know, everyone is going to wish they get invited to one of my parties,” you tease. You both hear Elvis give a booming laugh with someone across the room and flash that million-dollar smile. It made your heart soar seeing him this happy.

“That’s because of you,” Jerry tells you. “What’s because of me?” You ask as Elvis’ laughter continues to ring out. “That laugh, that smile, he’s never been this happy. He would never have been involved in a party like this years ago. He’d usually be sulking in a corner alone probably being moody and uncooperative. But that’s all different, you changed him. You made him see life differently.” “I just love him, that’s all I did to change him.” “And that’s all he needed,” he affirms. “And you have a superpower to get him to dress up like this. I would have never thought I’d see the day,” he jokes.

You laugh and shake your head at him, “what can I say, I have my ways,” you boast. It was turning out to be a memorable night.

Some of his friends brought cameras and were snapping pictures of everyone at the party all night long. The party was still as lively as ever even at 2 am. As the night creeps by, the camera finds you and Elvis and he pulls you into his chest.

Flash.

Elvis leans down to kiss your neck, posing for a perfect picture.

Flash.

Everyone around you two whistles as Elvis kisses you more. You push at his chest and give him a sly look, loving to see his flushed face. The party continues to be lively in the dining room where people are eating the food laid out on the table. Elvis takes this opportunity and continues to cover your neck with kisses, his hands trying to consume your body. You were drowning in his touches and you could feel how much he wanted to feed. It made your mind fuzzy and hard to breathe.

Your hands slip into his jacket, scratching along the curve of his back. He presses into you more, savoring your closeness. “God honey you look so good tonight,” he whimpers into your ear. “Thank you, baby, so do you,” you whisper.

You felt yourself melting into his touch, never wanting him to stop. Then you feel his sharp teeth graze at your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine. He had never fed on you so publicly. He was always so discrete about it all. But tonight, he was really taking your words into account and not hiding his true nature and you liked it.

You push him backward to go further into the living room and away from everyone’s wandering eyes. The curtains that were up in the living room hid most of the piano area and the sofa that was in there.

He sits down on the sofa and pulls you into his lap quickly. He rests his cane in between his legs and swoops his cape around you, engulfing you in his lap, covering you from the crowd. His warm, plump lips cover your face and neck with kisses and make you feel weak in his arms. You pull at his tie and unbutton his shirt slightly just so your hands can feel his skin.

A low, pleased growl comes from his throat, and his hand glides up your calf to your thigh, spreading your legs apart. The heat coming off of him was blinding and made you melt on his lap. He concentrates nipping on your neck, right at the spot he loves to bite and lick from. His hunger only worsened you sensed, he was starved. Maybe just being in this situation where he didn’t have to hide his fangs or hide drinking blood from anyone brought out a different side to him. Either way, he was dying to take a bite from you and you didn’t mind it. You wanted him to really let himself go.

“Go ahead, bite me, baby,” you whisper, tempting him further. “Goddamn it, no. I’m not going to want to stop, you know that,” he grovels, into your neck. “I don’t care, I can feel how much you need me,” you snicker. He groans frustratedly, “Was this your plan all along? To make me lose all control in front of everyone?” He says ticked off.

Your hands slither along his torso and pull at his belt. Your hands find his soft length and he grunts when he feels your touch. “Maybe… I just like watching you crumble in my hands,” you tease. His eyes flicker with a devious glimmer when he looks at you. “Sucha naughty fucking girl,” he growls. “You’re not going to like it when I cause a scene,” he warns. “Go ahead baby, I’m not afraid of you making a little mess.”

Before you can say another word, his hand is on the back of your neck and his teeth sink into your flesh, letting out a soft groan. He drinks eagerly and holds onto your body tightly. Pure satisfaction runs through him and try your best not to make a sound and draw attention to yourself.

He takes his teeth out of you breathless and you watch as blood covers his lips and dribbles on the corner of his mouth. Your thumb wipes the drop of blood and puts it to his lips. He licks the pad of your thumb and lets out a soft sigh. “What a mess I’ve made,” he smirks, looking at your neck. “Mhmm,” you sigh. He leans in again and starts to kiss ravenously at your neck. His lips make you melt into him and lean even more into his body. If the house wasn’t swarming with people, you’d be straddling him and trying every way to get him aroused.

He pulls down his collar and exposes his neck to you. The way his heart was pounding away, patiently waiting for you to take a bite out of him. “Your turn baby,” he coos.

You on the other hand don’t have to be told twice. You hungrily go for his neck and sink your teeth into him. His sweet and savory blood coats your tongue and you groan at the taste of him. You pull at this collar wanting him as close as possible. Elvis lets out a soft sigh as you contently feed. You didn’t realize how much you needed this, how much you needed him. The closeness, the intimacy of feeding on each other like this was never done before. Something about being out in the open while feeding on each other was extremely hot and satisfying.

“So hungry, aren’t you baby? So hungry for Daddy,” he coos. Jesus that word made your core flutter when he called himself that. You couldn’t help how it made you feel. It made you feel submissive and powerless in the best of ways with him. You respond with a low moan and continue sucking on his neck. His hand squeezes at your thigh and makes you squirm in his lap. Those hands were like wildfire, once they touched you, your whole body was consumed by them.

His hand starts to lift the heavy material of your dress and slithers it across your bare thigh. The cool sensation of his leather glove made you shiver at his touch this time. “What else are you starving for hmm?” He asks you as his gloved hand rubs your covered mound. You take your mouth off of him and gasp at the tingling sensation. “Do you forget you can’t keep anything from me,” he teases. “Keep feeding baby,” he encourages you.

You helplessly whimper into his neck and the scent of the dripping blood from his neck was drawing you in to not think clearly. You lap at the dribbling blood with your tongue and savor the taste of him. His hands don’t stop teasing you and inch closer and closer to your core. You felt yourself start to get aroused and silently cursed him for taking over this little game of yours.

His leather-gloved hand pulls your panties to the side and lightly rubs your clit. You hiss at the friction and nip harshly at his neck, warning him to stop. He pulls his neck away from you and pats at your aching bud. “Bad girl. You know not to bite me like that. What am I to do with you acting this way,” he reprimands, his voice gruff and low. You pull at his head to get him closer again and continue to kiss and nip at his neck, drinking his scent. “Oh come on honey, I know you like me to act on my worst behavior around you,” you growl in his ear, taking a bite into him.

He groans heavily at the feeling of your teeth back in his neck. His hand that’s around your waist squeezes you tightly, as a warning almost. But you didn’t pay any attention to it. You keep his neck pressed to your lips and let out little sighs with each drink. “Fucking brat,” he grumbles. You kept feeding, sloppily letting more blood come out of his neck and not drinking it right away. You felt like you were in a frenzy, unable to control any of your emotions. You just kept wanting more of him. The only thing you could compare it to was when you got drunk as a human. You were love-drunk on him at all times it seemed. You’d never get enough of him.

You clung onto his neck with both arms and groaned a bit too loudly and knew you needed to stop or else. It was too late. Suddenly, the cold end of his cane pushes up against your folds and moves it back and forth. You scratch at his chest and quickly take your mouth off of him. You look at him in shock, not expecting him to do something like this again. This man plays by his own rules, you should have known…

You were wetter than you thought and the cane quickly becomes coated in your slick. “Goddamn it,” you hiss at him. He chuckles slightly amused at your reaction. “What honey? This is what bad girls deserve. Punishment,” he growls. You mewl frustratedly and pull at his shirt, hearing the tiny fibers start to rip.

You feel him push the cane to your entrance and a low thunderous rumble comes from his chest. “Don’t. You. Dare. Rip my clothes off,” he warns, twisting the cane against your entrance. You gasp and look at him defiantly. Your eyes pierce into his and he analyzes the mess on your face. You didn’t care about that. You wanted him to stop teasing.

“Stop teasing,” you warn, thinking you still have a chance against this man. He doesn’t listen and twists the cane more, making your body freeze. Your nails rip further into his shirt and shred it away in agony. He gives a dissatisfied look and slowly pushes the end of the cane inside of you. You pull at his shirt and press your lips together, holding back the cry you want to let out. “I’ll keep teasing ya if I want to.” He says low. “Just look at what a wet mess you are. You wish it was my cock, don’t you,” he quips as his eyes inspect the blood smeared down your chin and along your neck. “You shouldn’t be talking about mess,” you grumble, as you nip at his bloody neck again.

He doesn’t like this. Not one bit.

His other hand pulls at your hair and pulls you off of his neck. You had pushed him to the edge. There was nothing he hated more than when you didn’t listen to him.

You gasp at the sudden force and look into his fiery eyes. He stays quiet, trying to see if you’ll obey him. You defiantly tug your head away and try to get out of his grip anyway. The blood frenzy you were experiencing was blurring your decision-making more than usual. This only makes him tighten his hand around your hair more. The cane continues to move slowly and makes your eyes roll back. You hold your breath and try everything to keep quiet.

“Uhuh…Look at me.” He hisses. You obey. “You love to get a rise out of me hmm?” You nod your head slightly with a smirk formed on your lips. You can sense he’s holding back his anger, trying not to make a scene. He shakes his head disapprovingly and pulls the cane slowly out of you.

He moves it up to your bud and rubs it slowly there. Your body jolts by the pressure and your hands are back on his chest, grappling his shirt again in agony. Your pleading eyes look up at his heated, dark pupils and a chill runs through your body. “This thing is gonna be covered in you, I’m a bit jealous,” he snickers. He keeps rubbing it, building up your release and watching as your jaw falls slack. “Fuck,” you whimper,

“Here’s what you’re gonna do, sweetheart. I’d love to ruin you right here right now, but I know you won’t stay quiet. You’re going to get upstairs and wait for me, on your knees, in nothing but your bra and panties. Then, you’ll need to be punished.” You whimper defeatedly, trying to get in his good graces again by snuggling up to him. “Baby, please, I wanna stay here with you. Don’t make me wait up there for you,” you whine. “Too late, get upstairs,” he says low, nipping at your neck like you did to him. You yelp and try to get him to hold you and nuzzle in his neck, but it’s no use.

“Now.” He warns.

Your heart falters and you suck a sharp breath in. You stand up, pulling your dress down. He has a smug look on his face as he watches you get up, looking like he’s going to devour you. You collect yourself and make your way to the stairs. You catch some people looking at your bloody face and think it’s just part of your costume, finding it riveting.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, you make your way to the bathroom first. You knew you needed to clean your face off. Your reflection surprises you. You did make a mess of yourself. You quickly get a washcloth and wipe off the blood and lipstick smeared on your face.

Once you looked presentable again, you made your way back into the bedroom. The hum of people downstairs made it increasingly noticeable how quiet it was in there. You reach behind you and pull down the zipper of your dress, letting it fall in a puddle at your feet. You quickly step out of it and throw it toward the closet. You glance at your reflection in the mirror and fix your bra strap. This set was sexy and sheer. You might as well not have worn anything. But you knew Elvis would love to take the time to take it off of you.

You knew he was going to take his time to come up here. He wanted to keep you waiting in anticipation for him. You drop to your knees in the middle of the room, feeling exposed here. After quite some time, you heard footsteps come up the stairs, slow and steady.

You try to control your heart from racing but it’s almost impossible to. The bedroom door opens and you bite your lip when you see him. He had lit a cigar and had it dangling from his lips. He puffs a plume of smoke from the doorway as he gawks at you on your knees. You were abhorrently weak for him. This entire look on him was extremely arousing. Be it as it may that this was a costume, he looked damn good in ‘vampire’ clothing. You did make a mess of him as his white dress shirt was largely covered in blood starting from his collar and dripping down.

He closes the door behind him and doesn’t leave eye contact as he forcefully locks it. He takes the cigar out of his mouth and puts it out on an ashtray by the bed. In his other hand, he still had his cane. You feel your cheeks redden at the thought that he was walking around the party with that sin-covered stick in his hand. He drops it at his feet and unties the cape from his shoulders, wearing a smug look on his face.

“Oh, sucha good girl,” he smirks, taking off his leather gloves and chucking them on the floor. You look up at him with an innocence, liking to hear the praise coming from his mouth. You nod slightly, waiting for him to give you more. He whirls his cape from his body in a dramatic fashion, throwing it on the bed. “Being so good yet so naughty downstairs,” he tsks. You want to beg him to ravage you but you know you won’t get your way tonight. He is now in charge.

“When you look like that, it’s hard to act polite and proper.” You throw back at him. “Oh is that so? ” He asks. “Yes, you’re very distracting,” you huff. He walks closer and stands before you, figuring out what he wants. “Oh my poor, tortured honey,” he says tauntingly, caressing your face in his hand. “Can’t stand to be in the same room as me or you’ll want to drain me. Or worse… want to fuck me senseless.” He says with a smug smile.

You stare at him aghast, his bluntness taking you by surprise. “Yes, especially that last part when you’re looking at me all night like I’m a feast.” You spat back at him. “Mmm… then you probably don’t want to know what I was thinking coming down the stairs and seeing you dressed like this,” he groans. “No, I’d rather you show me what you were thinking,” you say mischievously. “You’re very good with your hands.”

His eyes glaze over with devilry and licks his bottom lip ever so slightly. “Put your hands behind your back,” he instructs, as he fully unties the tie from his neck. You do as you’re told and look up at him expectantly. He comes behind you and you feel him wrap the tie around your wrists. He ties them tight but you could still break out of them if you absolutely wanted to. “Don’t rip this off, or you’ll be in big trouble,” he growls into your ear, almost reading your mind. You huff but give him a sweet smile still.

He slowly unbuttons his shirt, teasing you with the fact you can’t touch him. His chest was stained with blood and looked more inviting than ever. He did the same with his pants, slowly unbuttoning them while you could see his length hard down the side of his thigh. You take a shaky breath in and wait for him to say something.

He takes his cock in his hand and rubs it slowly as he looks down at you, taking a sharp breath in. “You made quite the mess of me,” he purrs. You want to look away and hide your turned-on face but you can’t, he has you too focused on him. “I need to make a mess of you now,” he coos as he puts his other hand on the back of your head. His length was inches away from your lips and you bite your lip as you look at him needy.

“Open your mouth and make it nice and wet for me, then I’m getting you on that bed and treating you how a bad girl deserves.” He growls. Your heart stutters and nod your head at his implication. He places the tip of his cock on your lips and you open your mouth, letting him slide it along your tongue. A pleased grumble comes from his chest and his other hand pulls at your hair. You can’t help but let out a whimper yourself, you found it so attractive hearing him enjoy you like this.

His hips do all the work, slowly moving his cock in and out of you as your tongue swirls around his shaft. He pushes in more and you know exactly what will make him crumble. You flatten your tongue and lick the underside of his length, making him shudder in your mouth. His hand in your hair tightens even more and he lets out a guttural groan. He doesn’t tell you to stop so you repeat the same motion, over and over again. “God baby you know just what to do hmm?” He groans.

You hum in agreement and he pushes his length all the way inside of your mouth, pushing against your throat, making you gag. He quickly pulls his length out of you and pulls your head back to look at him. He tries to act like he’s not totally breathless but he is. You open your mouth again and he fucks your throat, making you unable to function with it going deeper inside you. You just let him thrust his hips and take command of the whole situation.

“Next time you want to act up, I want you to think about this; my cock deep in your throat while you're being a good, quiet, submissive little girl,” he says with a grunt, pushing his length in you for good measure. He quickly pulls it out of you and tilts your head up at him, waiting for your answer. You choke a bit as you gasp for air and look up at his blazing eyes. You quickly nod your head at him. “Yes, Daddy.”

He picks you up from underneath your arms and has you stand up. He pushes your body against his and makes you moan at the feeling of his skin, his hard length pressed against you. His eyes were still heated and full of intensity as he looked at you.

“Turn around, bend over on the bed,” he ordered. You try to kiss him, trying to make him affectionate but he pulls his face away. “Now.” He snaps. You do as you’re told and walk over to the bed, collapsing your upper body on the bed and your feet still on the ground. You turn your face to the side and try to see where he is. You feel his hands instead, slowly trailing up the backs of your thighs up to your ass until you feel him press his cock into your backside. You gasp at the feeling of him and softly moan. He spreads your legs open wider by moving them apart with his knees, making room for him to fit between them.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so good. Don’t make a sound, okay?” He asks deviously. You whimper but nod your head in agreement.

You felt him push the tip of his cock at your entrance and swiftly thrust inside of you. You gasp and bury your face in the comforter. Oh God, you were going to die. He was not going to take his time with you tonight. He was going to fuck you and make sure you listened to him. He wasn’t quiet, he was enjoying being deep inside of you and making you wetter by the second. The way he was taking you was dirty with a carnal lust for your body. You were loving every second of it, you just weren’t expecting all of this.

You gasp as his hips drive into you and make your legs feel weak. All you wanted was to hold onto him but held your bound wrists in his hand as he pounded his hips into you. You grunt in agony, trying to listen to him but you want to scream his name. He was making you feel so good with each second that passed.

“Oh my God Daddy please,” you say breathlessly. He makes a pleased groan when he hears that words pass your lips. “Yes baby take it,” he praises, snapping his hips into you. You groan with your face into the comforter. You feel his other hand grab your hair in a tight fist and pull at it as he makes short, concentrated thrusts. You were so pent up, so on edge and he wasn’t giving you any time to take this slow. The heat in your belly grew more and you wanted to fall apart already. You knew he could tell too. He knew your body like it was the back of his hand.

“Daddy, please,” you whimper quietly. He growls in your ear and pants heavily, "cum for me, now," he demands, possessiveness overflowing from him.

Your whole body tenses and the heat of your orgasm washes over you, over and over again. You see stars behind your eyelids and gasp for air. You moan out his name as your walls squeeze his cock deep inside you. You can hear the fibers of the tie start to tear, wanting to rip it off your wrists as he only fucks you harder. He lets out a deep, primal growl as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"Mhmm yes, you're all mine baby, all mine," he moans, loving the feeling of you squeezing him. His face burrows into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly and heaving for air. You continue to ride out your orgasm and your vision becomes clear again. The grip his hands have on you is so firm, he doesn’t want to let you go.

“Daddy is going to come now,” he groans, pulling his cock out of you and quickly flipping you over. You land on your back and look up at him in a daze. He looks spent and in the heat of ecstasy as he grabs his wet cock with his hand. “Open that pretty little mouth now. Daddy needs to fill it.”

His deep gravely voice makes your core flutter again and you’re helpless for him. You prop yourself up on your elbows and let your mouth fall open again, looking up into his heated eyes. He props his knee on the bed and puts his length back in your mouth, his hand working the base of it. His eyes squeeze shut and he grits his teeth together as you feel his cock pulse in your mouth. He groans loudly and pushes his length further into you. “God baby you feel so good,” he moans. Your mouth fills with his warm seed and revel in the taste of him.

He pumps his length a few more times in you and pulls it out of your mouth. You swallow looking up at him, hoping he loved all of that as much as you did. He staggers back and looks at you spent. He reaches behind you and tears the tie off your wrists. You can tell he’s trying to get himself together and get back to focusing on you.

He sits on the bed and quickly grabs you to get on top of him. You squeal surprised and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. He crashes his lips into yours and kisses you with a fiery passion. Your head feels dizzy again and hold onto him tight. It feels like he’s desperately in need of your lips like you’ve been depriving him of a kiss. Both of you groan and gasp for air between kisses.

“You drive me fucking crazy you know that?” He mutters between a kiss. Your lips slyly form a smile and pull at his hair as you kiss him more. “Mhmm I sure do,” you purr. “Keep driving me crazy, you’re so good at it,” he growls and nips at your bottom lip. His hands squeeze at your hips and you take a sharp breath in. “Come on, the night is young, let’s get back to the party.”

You actually wanted to keep him to yourself all night and not let anyone else get his attention. Forget the party, he was all you wanted to have for the rest of the night. He hums quietly and tilts your head up to look at him. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back up here,” he winks at you. You smirk at the thought and instantly agree. “Good. I knew you liked me on my worst behavior.”

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[weirdtvland]

Torso, 1973 🩷

[mybeingthere]

‘In a horrible way, marvelous’ - birds by Leonard Baskin.

Raptors were central to Leonard Baskin’s work throughout his career. His winged creatures stood on their own, as subjects in their own right; Baskin also incorporated them in other images, most notably his human figures.

Birds of prey – owls, herons, eagles, pelicans – encapsulated his antithetical understanding of the human race: noble and base, common and heroic, tender and brutish, vulnerable and ruthless. With that in mind, the crow is a frequent subject in his work. Outcast because of its scavenging ways, the crow stands in for the downtrodden, the common people who survive by their wits on society’s castoffs.

In a famous collaboration, Baskin joined forces with British poet Ted Hughes to create “Crow: From the Life and the Songs of the Crow,” a 1973 collection of Hughes’ poetry which explores a crow-inspired mythology illustrated with Baskin’s drawings.

The bird is both defenseless and undefeated, a presence even in death.

Baskin wrote about his fascination with raptors: “Owls obsess me. They’re predators, always in control and always mysterious. Late one midsummer night I watched one for two hours. He was after the thousands of moths who were drawn to a light by my window. He grabbed at them with his claws, never missing a one, and their wings fell off all over his breast. He was beady-eyed and, in a horrible way, marvelous.”

In the ’60s, Baskin probed more deeply the relationship between humankind and raptor in works like the “The Great Birdman.” A large black-and-white woodcut, the piece presents what looks like a burly man’s muscled torso with a raptor’s head. Rendered in broad, curving strokes, the imposing figure recalls history’s bigger-than-life heroes and villains: Mussolini, Balzac, Churchill, H.G. Wells, men who were variously brilliant, courageous, cruel and unforgiving.

[transgender-er]

IGNORE THAT I PUT THE WRONG YEAR FOR PSYCHO. PSYCHO WAS FROM 1960.

[thoughtsandbones]

The flesh you thread between my blood and bones slows down the pendulum of death

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of profanity, scars, fluff, anxiety, medical inaccuracies, surgery, blood, gore and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

PLEASE reblog and like! Hope folks are enjoying the series, I am building up characters and plots, cos I have a lot ideas and just been enjoying writing :D

Song inspo: Don't Fear the Reaper - Tom Jones, American Idiot - Green Day, After Dark - Mr.Kitty, 1973 - James Blunt

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14 and PART 15 I

Part 15 II

Ghost stared at the yellow sign reading in black NO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT on the white double doors that led to the operating room where Soap had been wheeled in by both doctors, surrounded by other medical staff.

As he walked behind them when they rushed ahead he heard them shouting all sorts of medical jargon. You were so calmly ordering for mLs of drugs with too many Zs. He looked down at his skeletal gloves, the fake bones once white now stained red with Johnny's blood.

Looking up again at the sign he thought of you. How your hands would also be bloodied, pouring deep into Soap's body, mending him.

You gotta save him he pleaded in his head. He couldn't lose Soap, not now. Not after what they had been through together in Mexico, Chicago... now this.

'C'mon Lt!' Soap's words rang through his skull. Guilt flooded his chest as he remembered moments of how blunt he had been to Soap...

Squeezing his fist tight, Ghost sighed and then walked down the corridor until he found himself a chair in an empty room and plopped the chair right outside those double doors. Sitting down, Ghost winced with pain, the cut sobbed as he sat down and moved his torso.

"Fuuuck" He growled quietly.

Leaning back, he shut his eyes letting the darkness wash over him.

...

Soap was lifted onto the surgical bed. As you and Peyton scrubbed in, the nurses dressed him. Through the window of the scrub room you watched as he was intubated, his bloodied clothes discarded in the yellow hazard bin.

Once scrubbed and prepped, you assume the lead role in the surgery. Neuro was your speciality, this was a spinal injury. This is your arena. Closing your eyes, you breathe in.

"It's a beautiful night to save lives" You say, opening your eyes. Peyton eyes crinkle, a sign she was smiling under her medical mask.

"10 blade" You say and the nurse gives your instrument. You place the edge of the blade two inches above the bullet wound, applying pressure with your index finger you slide the blade across the skin unveiling the flesh beneath.

"Suction" Peyton says and she moves in with the machine that gargles up the blood from the exposed muscle

Peeling back the muscular layers you clamp down areas needing support. Soap's lumbar was one display. No major damage could be seen.

"Bullet must've missed the lumbar" Peyton says

"L1 clear" You say inspecting the upper lumbar region, with your blade you move down

"L2 clear"

"Suction" Peyton says

"L3 clear" you say and then move down

"Suction"

As you looked around L4, there was a sudden gush of blood and the monitors started beeping rapidly

"Found the bullet" You say "Clarissa, Kerrison rongeur" holding your left hand up whilst holding the area with your blade as Peyton continued suction. The beeping subdued.

"Need another pair of hands for this" You say

Peyton gave the suction pipe to the nurse on her right and then took hold of a clamp and forceps.

Cutting away at the connective tissue and muscle you peel the layer as Peyton grabs the shrapnel

"Hard part now.." She said after depositing the shrapnel in dish

Rapid beeping started again. You and Peyton both move together, suction, cutting, threading and assessing any damage to the surrounding nerves.

"Pulse at 120" Clarissa said as she took hold of the forceps from Peyton

"Shit" You say as more blood gushed from the wound which was quickly slurped away from the suction pipe.

"Sutures" Peyton said and she began to sew up the first damaged nerve.

There was a increase in beeping

"Pulse 150"

"Let me do it" You say and Clarissa swiftly gives you a new set of sutures.

After adjusting yourself you look down "Surgical microscope please" And the microscope was brought down to your level and adjusted to your eyeline.

Focusing your eyes through the lense you begin to graft the a new nerve from the damaged nerve, cutting the damaged part and sewing the ends.

This was your element. Fixing the broken. Mending the hurt.

After 5 hours of intense surgery, you and Peyton were nearly finished. The beat of song playing off the speaker was echoing across the walls of the OR. Nodding your head along to the drum of Green Day's American Idiot as you finished suturing the final layer of Soap's skin.

"Nice finish" Peyton said as she cleaned the area "Stats are good" she added looking at the various monitors that beeped rhythmically along with the music.

"Pause music please" You said, one of the nurses pauses.

You cut the last suture and place the forceps onto the tray held by Clarissa.

"Good job Dr Kaur" She said nodding at you. You nod back and return to admire the handiwork which was being dressed by Peyton and another nurse.

"He is stable and stats are looking great" Clarissa says as you eye the monitor. You turn to her and smile, putting more effort to crinkle as your mouth was hidden behind the mask.

"We will take him back to the ICU just for observation" Peyton said as she moved over from Soap to you and Clarissa.

"I'll help take him" Clarissa said "Well done"

"No thank you" You say "Thank you everyone" You say loudly to the rest of the medical team all who respond with a cheerful thanks back.

"I'm gonna head back" You say

"I'll keep you updated, and let you know when the team can see him" Peyton says taking her gloves off as they left the OR, she tapped you on the shoulder and walked off.

Taking off your surgical cover, masks and gloves you wash the grimy sweat off your hands. The smell of strong disinfectant soap filled your nose.

Leaving the scrub room you walk off back towards the double doors where you had rolled Soap in. He was okay now. Had to wait until he was awake to see if there is any nerve damage to his legs...

Checking one of the clocks on the hallway you realise it was 11:49am, you longed for a hot shower and then the comfort of your bed. Walking through the double doors, midway through yawning you were met with a giant man sat in the middle of the hallway. The skull face gave you a jump. It took a few moments to register that it was Ghost.

"Lieut-"

Ghost leapt up from his chair and nearly toppled you over as he confronted you

"Is he alright? Did he make it?" He blurted, his eyes widening at you.

You stare back into his eyes, only just able to make out the blue iris.

"He's okay." You say, reaching your right hand up to to his shoulder.

"His legs, said somethin' abou' his legs" Ghost huffed at you

"Ghost, he is stable and in the ICU, regarding his legs, we will have to wait until he wakes up to assess any damage." You to him calmly

He takes in this information, your calm demeanor. Of course you know what you are doing he thought to himself

"Are you okay sir? You ask

"I'm okay" Ghost said quickly.

You look at him curiously, there was something off about him.

"Okay then.." You say moving away from him.

Ghost moves towards the chair and picked it up with his left arm, the sudden weight made him wince and groan as his unattended wound stretched and weep as he moved.

"Fuuck" He whispered to himself as he set the chair back down and placing his right hand over his wound on the left side of his waist.

"Lieutenant what happened?" You say rushing over to him

"Nothin'" He said trying to push you away. You scoff at him and roll your eyes.

"Ghost, I'm in no mood for bullshit" You say sharply at him. Ghost looked at you, eyebrows narrowed, your eyes slightly red and clearly tired.

He was being rude again.

"I got a nick" He said motioning to his wound looking at your stern face, eyes narrowed. Clearly annoyed. "Can you patch me up?" He asks, your stern face relaxed, softened.

"Right, come with me" You say letting out a big sigh and head out of the RAMC building and then back to the infirmary in Building 2.

Turning the light on you spritz the med bed and give it a quick wipe.

"Get your vest off" You say plainly to Ghost who follows your command. He unties the straps and then sets his vest aside. Attempting to take his hoodie off but he couldn't as the wound caused him to wince further.

"Need some help?" You say as you look over to Ghost who was clearly struggling.

"Alrigh' then" He said and braced himself as you walk closer to him, bringing your hands to his body, rolling the hem of his hoodie slowly and carefully.

Ghost winced again as you went near his waist.

"Might have to cut it off" You suggest looking up at him.

"Go on then" He mumbled, the edge of his mouth curved slightly under his mask.

Grabbing a pair of clothing shears, you cut the hoodie off Ghost, revealing a damp black shirt underneath, his bare muscular arms on unveiled. You look at his waist, and see a patch of dried up blood, parts of his shirt clung to his skin dried and wrinkled.

"Sit on the med bed please" You motioning to the bed and then you walk off to the bathroom to wash your hands. Sleep eludes you. Drying your hands you head back to where Ghost was, who was now sitting crouched on the edge of med bed.

Putting on a pair of gloves and grabbing a stool with your foot you slide close to Ghost, and lift the t-shirt. As suspected the parts that clung to the skin where dried stuck to the wound. An impromptu weak bandage.

"Gonna also have to cut your shirt around the wound, it's dried to the gash"

Ghost looked down at you.

"Can't you bandage it?" He asks and the expression your face held clearly showed he asked a stupid question.

Your look of disbelief subdued, and grabbed the scissors. Ghost's heart quickened. He didn't mind being shirtless. But not when he has been in the field with limited availability to shower, smelt like shit and especially in front of a woman he was interested in...

"Wai-" Ghost began but he was too late, you began to cut his shirt off him, exposing his sticky sweaty scarred skin.

As you cut away at the fabric you notice various deep pink and white scars adorned on his chest and abdomen. Dirt had built up in areas, but it was expected. A shower is the last thing you need in the field.

Grabbing some saline water and a towel, you wash away dirt surrounding the remaining cloth covering his wound. Gently, with your gloved fingers you peel the cloth away revealing the gammy wound. Inflamed and dirty.

"Lift your arm" You ask and Ghost does so and watches as your pour more saline to the wound, his eyes focused on the precision placement of your fingers on his waist, not ogling him.

He slightly winces as your fingers graze over a sensitive area. As you examine the area, you notice it was bumpy, sand had gotten into the wound.

"This area is very inflamed. Lie down, it'll sting as I clean it" You say gently

Ghost shuffled back and then. laid down and then turned his head to watch as you focused on cleaning his wound, your concentration unwavering as you focused on the task at hand. He noticed the lack of talking, just blunt and no joy. But then, you did just finish a 6 hour surgery.

He gazed at your tired eyes, noticed how you rapidly blink every now and then, your mouth pursed, no smile on show. You grabbed some small gauze and wiped the wound.

"This is going to need stitches" You say

"Hmm" Ghost mumbled "I'll let you get to work, I'll just be here" He adds

You laugh slightly and then finish cleaning the area before starting to suture the two layers of fatty tissue and muscle, pulling the flesh together again, wiping away any blood with clean gauze.

Ghost felt himself slip into the bed beneath him as you got to work, focusing on his breathing; in for four, hold, then out slowly for four. Drifting away, away from the chaos of the last 24 hours. Away from the chaos that still looms ahead of him.

<CUE FLASHBACK> 23rd August 2010 Ashfield Base, mess hall "Sergeant Riley" You said as you plopped down opposite your superior in the mess hall with your lunch, the hall was mostly empty, the radio played on the speaker overhead. "Cadet" Sergeant Riley said not looking up from his cup of tea and half-eaten sausage roll. "C'mon sir, you know my name" You quipp at him as you take a bite of your pizza. Simon looks up from his cup and stars at you, your eyes widened and the grin appeared on your face. "Cadet Ruhari" He sighed looking back at his sausage roll. "Cadet maybe no more" You say cheerfully Simon looked up quickly "What do you mean?" He asked "Captain asked if I wanted to come join full time, commit proper into the army." You said "Ah" Simon said quietly "Ain't you got some good brains for uni?" He added and looked at you as you shrugged "Maybe can do it later, but I do enjoy this" You say motioning the space around you. "Nothin' enjoyable about war" He said sharply You were taken aback "Of course not sir, I just meant as in discipline, camaraderie and the protection of one's country" "Hmm" Simon mumbles giving you a slight cold stare with his sharp blue eyes. In that moment of silence, the radio station at base start playing 1973 by James Blunt. The echoes of the piano filled your body and you began to twiddle your fingers to the beat of the drum. Looking at Simon you start to grin, he looks up at you as you begin to mouth the lyrics: Simona.. you're getting older Your journey's been etched on your skin... "Simonaaaa" You sing quietly and giggle Simon gazed at your joyous smile as you continued to mouth the lyrics of the stupid song that made a twist of his name. He watched on as you exaggerated the 'mona' part of Simona and laughed along with you. Simon knew the Captain was going to offer you a place in the army, but he had hoped you would decline. Going out in the field changes people. Changes the best of people. Turns them into someone else. Would you still be the same after you see the horrors of war? Simon wondered as he watched you finally finish the now cold slice of pizza. He would hate to see that beautiful smile disappear.

[kristina100000]

conchita airoldi in torso (1973)

[ronnymerchant]

TORSO (1973)

[vintageshanny]

Play Something For Me - Part 4 - When Will I See You Again?

Writing Prompt: “Why are you doing this?”

Content: Elvis in Las Vegas late summer 1973, fluff, smut, light angst. Link to series is at the bottom.

Thank you to everyone who has encouraged my writing and been so kind and supportive! And thanks to my beautiful sister wives: @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @missmaywemeetagain @from-memphis-with-love @powerofelvis

Ruby awakened with a start and looked at the clock to see it was 1:00 in the afternoon.  Elvis’ warm heavy arm was thrown over her torso, holding her in place.  It was like he sensed, even in his sleep, that he couldn’t bear to be left alone.  She shifted slightly and looked into his handsome face, studying every feature while he snored lightly.  She didn’t know what the end of the week would bring, but she wanted this vision of him sleeping peacefully by her side etched into her memory forever.  Ruby gently reached out and ran her fingertips over his forehead and then down the slope of his nose.  If God himself had carved Elvis out of marble, he could not have done a better job.  She leaned in and gently kissed his eyelid, feeling the flutter of his long eyelashes against her skin.  As she leaned back, he stirred a little bit.  “G’morning, baby,” he murmured in a raspy voice.  Ruby’s mouth turned up in a smile at how cute he sounded all sleepy like this.  “Good morning, handsome,” she responded, opening the top couple buttons of his pajama shirt so she could snuggle into his chest.  “Woah, tryin’ to start somethin’ first thing?” he chuckled.  “Didn’t get enough of me last night?”  “I could never have enough of you,” Ruby confessed with a blush.  She could see his eyes light up at that remark.

“Well, I wanted to tell ya baby, I think I got a little carried away last night,” Elvis said.  “Oh?  You have regrets?” Ruby whispered nervously.  “No, honey, not like that, not about bein’ with ya.  I loved that, I really loved that.” He seemed distracted for a second thinking about just how much he had loved it. “I jus’ mean that I meant to pull out of ya before I, um, y’know, but I got caught up in the moment.  In the spell you cast over me,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  “Oh, that’s okay, I’m on, um, something for that,” she muttered, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole conversation.  “Oh,” Elvis said, sounding surprised.  “You, uh, d-d-do this often?” he stuttered out, staring down.  “Sleep with rock stars in their hotel rooms?  All the time,” Ruby teased.  Elvis tried to suppress a little smirk at that, but she could see he still looked apprehensive.  “No, Elvis, I actually haven’t been with anyone since, I mean, in a long time,” she said, much too embarrassed to admit it had actually been since her divorce over three years ago.  “I just like to be cautious.  I have…responsibilities at home,” she explained vaguely.  Elvis looked relieved at this confession, and Ruby wondered if it had anything to do with his fear of disappointing her.  She supposed everyone must have their quirks and insecurities, even an amazing man like Elvis.   Maybe especially him.

“Besides,” she added, trying to get back the romantic mood, “I liked feeling you, um, y’know, inside of me.”  She could feel her face turning bright red as Elvis looked at her with a big grin.  “Sweet red Ruby, you are my dirty little girl, ain’t ya?”  She giggled as he reached over and tickled her sides.  “Stop, Elvis,” she squealed with delight.  “Mm-mm, ya said ya can’t get enough of me.  I ain’t never gonna stop,” he teased, rolling over on top of her.  Ruby could feel his cock hardening against her leg as he leaned in and pressed his lips against her cheek.  They were slightly parted, as if he were trying to breathe in her very essence.  She turned her head and caught his lips against hers, letting out a soft moan as their tongues touched.  She was still wearing just his pajama shirt, and she could feel the solidness of his arousal as he started grinding into her slowly.  The silkiness of his pajama pants felt good against her bare legs as he continued to kiss her passionately, moving his mouth to her earlobe and then her neck.  Ruby moaned out Elvis’ name as his tongue trailed down to her collar bone.  

Before she could suggest that he get undressed, she felt him suddenly trembling on top of her and his wet release soaked through his pajamas and hit her thigh.  “Oh,” Ruby exclaimed, startled.  “I-I-I’m sorry, mama,” Elvis mumbled, lowering his head.  “Ya jus’ got me too excited, I-I-I couldn’t hold on.”  He tried to laugh it off, but Ruby could tell he was embarrassed.  She pressed his head to her chest and rubbed his back soothingly.  “That’s okay, Elvis, you don’t need to apologize for anything.  You just took me by surprise is all.”  “I-I d-don’t wanna let ya down,” he said, his voice muffled by her body.  “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s just not possible,” she said in mock exasperation.  “Really, Elvis, I’m enjoying every minute of being with you.”  “Oh, Ruby, why are ya doin’ this?  Bein’ so sweet ta me?”  Elvis whispered, mushing his cheek further into her soft pillowy chest.  “Because I think you’re incredible, Elvis.  You said yourself we must have reconnected for a reason.  Maybe you need someone to remind you of how special you are.  Even in those moments when you feel like you don’t deserve it.”  “Sweet Ruby, you’re always so smart,” Elvis sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair.  Finally he climbed up from the bed and tugged on her hand.  “Let’s get changed and eat some breakfast.  I have ta start gettin’ ready for my shows soon.” 

Every night that week, Ruby watched in amazement as Elvis performed two grueling shows, hobnobbed with industry people after the shows, and did meet-and-greets with fans who were just dying to see their idol.  She noticed with some concern that he was taking quite a bit of medication to keep up this schedule, but he assured her it was all prescriptions from his doctor.  Ruby bit her tongue at that, unsure whether they yet had the type of relationship where she could question him further on that point. 

When they were finally alone together each night after the hoopla, they would be intimate in the most tender and passionate way Ruby had ever known. She tried to absorb every detail into her subconscious mind. The way he chuckled in embarrassment when she grabbed his perfect butt, the way his tongue felt when it flicked her clit, the moaning noise he made when she sucked the tip of his cock, the way he filled her so completely and would call out her name as he climaxed, his heart pounding so loud she could feel its vibrations. And oh, the sound of his laughter. It was imprinted on her heart. When this was all over, she didn’t want to forget a single detail of his aura.

After they satisfied each other, they would cuddle and talk until Elvis’ sleeping pills kicked in.  Ruby told him about Ella and how much she missed her when she spent part of the summer with her father. She wasn’t sure how he would react to her having a daughter, but Elvis just held her close and said he felt the same about being away from his Lisa.  He even opened up to her about his frustrations with how his career seemed to have stalled again. The week flew by, and as they lay in bed Friday night, Ruby mulled over how close they had gotten. She knew she had strong feelings from the start, but she hadn’t been prepared for how much it would hurt her heart to think of leaving. Suddenly that feeling of impending heartbreak was hitting her full force.

“Elvis,” she said anxiously, “you know I have to go back home tomorrow.”  “Tomorrow?” he exclaimed, sitting up.  “I-I-I thought ya could stay til I’m done.  Closing night is Monday.”  “Oh, that’s Labor Day.  Ella is coming home Sunday and goes back to school on Tuesday.  I have to be there,” Ruby explained apologetically.  “W-w-well, what am I supposed to do without ya?”  Elvis asked.  “Well, you knew I had to go back home at the end of the week, right?” Ruby asked gently.  Part of her was surprised he was so upset. In the back of her mind, she had considered this might be just some fling for him to distract himself from the routine of performing. “I-I-I guess so,” Elvis said.  Ruby could see he was getting very agitated.  “But what about us?” he questioned.  “Y-y-you keep c-comin’ into my life and makin’ me fall for ya and then disappearin’,” he pouted.  Trying to hide her shock, and maybe delight, at his admission of falling for her, Ruby sat up in the bed and reached for the Hilton Hotel notepad and pen on the nightstand.  She neatly wrote out her full name, address, and phone number and set it next to his glasses.  “I’m not disappearing, Elvis,” she soothed him as if he were a child, running her hands gently over his thick torso. “Here’s everything you need to find me.  I came to find you, and now it’s your turn.  If you ever want to see me, if you ever need a break from all this,” she gestured toward the window with a view of the Las Vegas lights, “you know where I’ll be.  This doesn’t have to be the end.”  She lowered her head and swallowed, trying to hold back a cascade of emotions. “I hope it’s not the end.”

“But my sweet red Ruby, I-I-I love you,” Elvis pleaded, a single tear falling from his sapphire eyes.  “I love you too, Elvis,” Ruby whispered softly.  “Just my music, though, right?” he said with a hint of bitterness.  Ruby gently wiped the tear from his cheek.  “Oh, Elvis,” she said, holding his face in her hands. She could feel her face flushing but she needed him to know.  “It was never just the music.  It was always you.”  She leaned in to kiss his soft sweet lips.

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Torso (1973)

Dir. Sergio Martino