#vince everett

[sissylittlefeather]

Kinktober Day 9: Face Slapping

Dinner is Served (Vince Everett)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, cussing, kissing, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, face slapping (obvi)

Word count: ~1.7k

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You sit on the couch in new lingerie and a silk robe waiting for your husband to get home on your anniversary. Sometimes you wonder what you were thinking when you married Vince Everett, but then you think about how playful and sweet he can be and you forgive him like you always do. Still, you're afraid the dinner you cooked is going to get cold and he won't have time to enjoy your outfit before sitting down to eat. The clock on the wall reads 5:47pm. He was supposed to be home just after 5. You sigh deeply and close your robe just as you hear his key in the door. He walks in and whistles when he sees you. 

"Well, hi honey!" He walks over and puts his hands on your hips, looking you up and down. 

"You're late." You try to keep your face somewhere between a frown and a pout, but the truth is you're just glad he's home. 

"Aw, I'm sorry. Time just got away from me. What's the occasion?" His eyes roam over your body hungrily. 

"What's the...? You forgot!" He raises his eyebrows. 

"Forgot what?"

"Today is the 16th." Realization hits him and he puts his palm on his forehead. 

"Our anniversary! Baby, I'm sorry." His eyes gleam playfully. "You want me to run out and buy a bow and put it on my cock?" 

He knows exactly what to say to make you giggle every time. 

"Vince! You dirty thing, you. Just come eat your dinner." You back away and tie your robe closed. He'll have to wait to enjoy the lingerie. 

In the dining room, he settles in his normal chair and you go to fix him a plate. As you stand staring at the food, though, you have an idea. He forgot your anniversary. You can't let him get off completely free. 

"Where's my plate, honey?" He asks tentatively when he realizes you're back with no food. That's when you slip your robe off and reveal that you've taken your panties off. "Oh..."

You walk over to the table and perch right in front of him, one foot on each arm of his chair. You lean back on your hands and look down at him playfully. 

"Dinner is served." He's positively buzzing with excitement, so he wastes no time in diving into your pussy mouth-first. You moan loudly and drop your head back as he pushes his tongue into your slit and then moves up to swirl it over and around your clit. "Mmm, yes Vince baby, just like that." 

He thrives on the praise and licks you even more fervently than before, trying to bring you to an orgasm as fast as possible. You whimper as you feel it building in your stomach and he slides first one and then two of his fingers up inside you. 

"Is that good, honey? You like it?" He asks sweetly. You nod frantically. 

"Yes, don't stop!" He smiles and goes back to moving his tongue over and around your hardened bud. You gasp and pant and arch your back, so close to your release. "Oh, Vince!" 

Your climax runs through you like electricity, lighting you up from the inside out. He licks you through it, reveling in the feeling of you pulsing and throbbing around his fingers. When your clit softens, he pulls back and looks up at you like a puppy. You know what he's waiting for. 

"You did so good, baby. That was amazing." He grins up at you, lips glistening and then stands up to undo his pants. You start to help him and then change your mind. He's not entirely forgiven yet. You pull his lips down to yours and kiss him deeply and then hop off the table and walk away. He watches you in shock. 

"Honey, what?"

"Figured I'd go get your actual dinner." You walk into the kitchen and he follows behind you quickly. 

"But baby... I'm not finished with the first course yet..." 

"You are until I say otherwise." He groans as you bend over right in front of him to pick up a fork that you dropped on purpose. You wiggle your ass at him and he grabs your hips and presses his erection against you. 

"C'mon, baby please. Ya gotta give me somethin'." You turn to face him and lean against the countertop. 

"Do I?" He nods and touches himself gingerly, whimpering. 

"Well alright then. C'mere baby." He smiles deviously and walks over to you as you get on your knees. You finish unzipping his pants and pull his aching member into your hand, pushing his foreskin back. He grunts as you lean forward and take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around his exposed tip. 

"Mmm, that's better honey." He holds your hair and thrusts gently into your mouth. You continue to work him with your mouth and hand until you feel him start to tense up. "You want me to cum down your throat, doll?" 

You can tell he's getting close by the way he talks, but you're not quite finished with him yet, so you pull off and stand up. 

"No, I don't think I do." You turn around and wiggle your hips again. He grins as he strokes his cock and watches you. 

"Oh, you want it like that, do you?" You nod and whimper as he teases your entrance a bit and then starts to push in. You let him get almost all the way in and then start to pull away. 

"Oh no, baby, I've just remembered your favorite television program is on." You say with false concern as you walk away from him towards the living room. He groans loudly and holds his dick in his hand. 

"I don't care! You're my favorite television program!" He hollers as he stands there frustrated. When he realizes you're really not coming back, he follows you into the living room. He inhales sharply when he sees that you've stripped off the lingerie and are now standing there in nothing but your heels. 

"Goddamnit, honey, you're bout to kill me." 

"Have a seat." You push him down on the couch and then cross the room, bending over to turn the television on. He makes some kind of strangled noise in his throat and you notice he starts to pump his cock. "No sir. I don't think I want you to touch yourself."

"Baby..." He whines and you're afraid he might actually cry. You walk over close to him and he reaches out to touch you, but you gently push his hands away. 

"No touching me either." He grunts and flexes his hands. 

"This is mean."

"Next time you won't forget our anniversary." 

"No, I won't." He reaches out and slaps your ass gently and without thinking at all you turn and smack him right across the face. Not hard, really, but enough to sting just a little bit. He stares up at you with his eyes wide and you don't notice his cock twitches. 

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I went too f-"

"Do it again." 

"What?" His voice is so quiet it's almost a whisper. 

"Do it... again..." A smile creeps across your lips and you slap him again. He turns his face back to you and his eyes are almost black with lust. 

"I swear to God, baby if you don't let me fuck you right now I'm going to lose it." His voice is deep and you know he's serious, but it doesn't matter. You're absolutely aching for him and you couldn't hold back even if you wanted to. He grabs you and pulls you down to his lap and you both go to work frantically ripping his clothes off between feverish kisses. He loses a couple buttons in the process but neither of you care. It doesn't take long at all for him to be naked, with you straddling his hips and his dick so far inside you it feels like you might scream. He holds your hips as you bounce and roll on him. Then, you decide to lean into what happened earlier and grab his face in your hand. You freeze with just about an inch of his cock inside you and ask. 

"When is our anniversary?" You can tell by the look in his eyes that this has him on fire. 

"Today." You slap him across the face and he groans. 

"And what's today?"

"The 16th of June." You slap him again and feel his dick twitch inside you. 

"And are you gonna forget it next year?" You hold his face in your hand again. 

"No ma'am. I'll never forget it." You sink down onto him fully and he moans loudly. 

"Good boy." His eyes roll back when you say it and you can practically feel his orgasm building. "Now, cum for me." 

He grabs your hips and thrusts into you from underneath so hard that you almost fall over, but he's holding you too tight for that to happen. He pounds you relentlessly and you moan with the feeling of it. His thrusts get more erratic and you know his orgasm is close. 

"Fuck! Yes! Baby!" He yells as he finally cums harder than ever before inside you. You feel him pulse as he fills you with his release and then both of you relax into each other, trying to catch your breath. 

"Well that was different." You say quietly. He starts to laugh and before you know it you're both just giggling and holding each other as he begins to soften. 

"Yes it was." He says, chuckling a little still. "I liked it though. Did you?" 

You nod and kiss him gently on the cheek. 

"I did. Your cheek is all red though." 

"Worth it. Hey, will you do me a favor and get my jacket?" You nod and stand up, your legs a little shaky, and walk over to the foyer. When you get back to him, he pulls you back down into his lap sideways. "Look in the pocket." 

You reach into the pocket and pull out a little velvet box and a card. 

"Vince, what is this?" 

"Open it." You do and find a beautiful pair of diamond earrings. 

"Vince!"

"Read the card." You quickly flip it over and read what he has written. 

Of course I didn't forget. I love you, baby. 

You look up at him in shock. 

"Why on earth did you pretend to forget?!"

"I wanted you to punish me. It was fun, wasn't it?" You push his shoulder gently and laugh again. 

"You're impossible."

"Yeahhh, but you love me."

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[vinylespassion]

Le chanteur américain Vince Everett, fervent admirateur d'Elvis Presley, Royaume-Uni, 29 août 1974.

[loving-elvis]

My favorite 50s!Elvis photos, part 195 of ∞; Vince Everett My Beloved 💖

[seredelgi]

Elvis Presley in “Loving you” (1957)

He’s unreal.

[thingsonvcr]

I don't usually make personal posts here, but I thought I'd share this:

I've been doing cross stitching for about a year now. Initially, I just wanted to find some kind of craft to occupy my time with, and since I'm not very skilled in, well, anything, I thought cross stitching might be a nice, simple thing to try. I started out with easy patterns and have been gradually moving to more varied, challenging things.

Aaaaanyway, all this to say: I made a gift for my Elvis loving friend!

I got to try a new fabric (28 ct Evenweave, using over one stitches, which made the stitching quite small) and a slightly different stitching technique. I also modified the original chart a little (because doing pin stitches on Evenweave was a pain in the ass 😅).

This was a fun project to do, though veeeeery slow going (took me about three months to finish). I do like the end result though, and how well it resembles the original photograph. ❤️

[doll-elvis]

the urge to squish his cheeks between my hands until his lips pucker 😩

[earthbaby-angelboy]

The vibes Vince Everett, Danny Fisher, and Clint Reno and give as littles

Vince Everett (Jailhouse Rock, 1957):

Let's get this squared away: Vince's regression is rough. Because of this, some of his more negative habits come out to play. How often he slips is determined by how much stress he is under, and he began regressing after he got out of jail to deal with the things he saw and experienced while he was there. He usually holds off regressing and bottles up all his emotions until he drops hard. He regresses through a broad range of ages, anywhere from 3 to 9 (most often around 7.)

He becomes bratty and defiant, trying to break any rules you may have put in place for the sheer joy of seeing how far he can take it. Then, he throws a complete fit when you punish him. Speaking of which, this little boy needs RULES, and strict ones at that. He also needs a routine to provide him with some consistency. He believes that acting out is the only way to get attention, so you quickly need to teach him that it's not okay to behave like that, and all he needs to do to get attention is to ask. He needs a caregiver that has the patience of a saint, because when he's throwing a tantrum, he'll get in your face and shove you around as a way of provoking you to hit him. Sometimes, he'll actually slap you just to get a reaction. You definitely have to remain calm and even-keeled, but also teach him that it is never okay to hit people.

This kiddo chews on his nails and sucks his thumb all the time, and it makes you worry about all the germs going in his mouth. No matter how hard you try, you can't get him to use a pacifier. It drives you INSANE. As a way of compromise, you buy him a chewy necklace, which he always forgets he has. It's definitely not an easy job to be his carer, but it's so worth it for the little bit of relief it provides him.

Danny Fisher (King Creole, 1958):

Danny found himself regressing a few days after his mother died. He didn't know what it was or why it was happening, and quite frankly, it scared the crap out of him. In all honesty, I don't think he'd be comfortable with having a caregiver who wasn't a family member. So, Mimi often takes care of him. She's extremely confused about it; all she knows is that her brother sometimes acts like a kid and gets really clingy. He's very closed off about his regression, and if Mimi mentions it while he's big, he immediately shuts her down and changes the topic. She knows he's not hurting anyone (and that he's been through hell), so she chooses not to further question him and goes along with it.

He regresses into babyspace, and can usually tell before it happens. Before he fully drops, he tells Mimi his head is "getting fuzzy.” So, she prepares a safe area for him and gathers some items he likes to have with him when little. A teddy bear his mother gave him, a blanket from when he was a kid and a pacifier from when he was a baby are the only “little items” he has. He likes when Mimi reads him the books his mother used to read to them as kids. Sometimes, he finds himself crying softly because of how much he misses his mother, and Mimi is right there to comfort him. When little, he often forgets who his sister actually is, and ends up calling her "mama." She doesn't mind; whatever helps him, helps him.

When he's not crying or being read to, he likes to have dance parties with Mimi! They'll put on a record of some kid-friendly songs, and they have a little jam session.

Clint Reno (Love Me Tender, 1956):

He regresses out of anxiety, and it's the only thing that keeps him from going headfirst into neurosis while his brothers are in the Army. He is very playful and energetic when little, but also becomes extremely defensive and more protective of his siblings than when he is big. (I didn't think that was possible, but here we are.) He is quite reckless when it comes to his own safety, but if someone threatens his brothers, he's squaring up and ready to fight. Although he's filled with feral energy, if unprovoked, he's very well behaved. He doesn't throw tantrums, and is a very respectful boy (doesn't matter if you're younger than him, he says "sir" and "ma'am" to EVERYONE.) He doesn't really have a definite age that he regresses to: he's just a kiddo!

He has no problem regressing in front of Vance, Brett and Rey, and is very nonchalant about it. They absolutely freak out the first time this happens and they think he's lost his sanity. When he goes back to being big, they have an intense interrogation session with him, and he explains that sometimes he just feels a little different! After the shock wears off, they melt because for once, their kid brother is allowing himself to be...well, a kid.

He is definitely a gentle giant in the sense that he actually forgets that he isn't physically small. Sometimes, he'll flop on top of Vance and almost crush him. Vance literally does not care, because if Clint is happy, he's happy. I don't think his brothers would treat him differently when he's regressed than they would if he was big; if anything, they just speak in more gentle voices and tone down the rough-housing. He loves playing outside, especially in mud and dirt! He takes a bath every night because somehow or another, he always ends up outdoors.

He's very clumsy, and has A TON of bruises on his knees and elbows. He's more than likely to be wearing at least one bandaid, and his brothers have a first aid kit with them at all times. When he falls, he thinks absolutely nothing of it; he gets right back up and continues playing!

(A/N: i originally wanted to make this with all of the ECU littles, but i haven’t watched all of elvis’ movies yet. with that being said, i’ll most likely divvy this into a few parts, and continuously post as i watch them!)

[headfullofpresley]

𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Vince Everett x reader

Word count: 6K

Summary: You and your boyfriend of two years decide to spice things up in the bedroom because it's raining and what else is there to do other than making a little intimate amateur video?

Warnings: modern!Vince, smut; oral (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, choking, filming while being intimate, no use of sub/dom dynamics. vince spits in readers' mouth like once.

A/N: this had been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute but i finally decided to finish it, so enjoy mi luvs. <3

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“Y/N, you still here?”

Your boyfriend’s loud voice echoed through his apartment only thirty minutes after he left it. You were right where he left you – snuggled up in his bed, watching TV. You had traded your usual reality show for a horror movie, figuring you could take it seeing it was in the middle of the day but with the way Vince’s voice had startled you, it was obvious you couldn’t.

Your boyfriend did not wait for a response as he had already barged into the bedroom, knowing you’d still be there. He remembered you telling him that you didn’t have any classes or plans today, starting your weekend early.

Looking at the TV screen that was placed near the end of the bed, he chuckled as he saw the kind of movie you were watching and the position you were in; looking at him with wide eyes, hand over your heart. “You know you can’t handle those movies on your own,”

“I thought I’d risk it,” you sat up in the bed, watching Vince kick off his shoes and pull his shirt over his head. “What are you doing back so soon? I thought you’d be in the studio until late,”

“Me too,” he sighed, a strong hint of annoyance on his tongue. He unbuckled his belt, flicking open the button of his pants before pulling them down. “But I was the only one who bothered to show up. I don’t know what’s wrong with these fuckers. They just don’t give a damn, I’m the only one who actually cares about this band,”

You immediately welcomed your boyfriend into your arms as he crawled underneath the sheets with you. With a heavy sigh, he swung his arm over your waist and rested his head on your chest.

“I’m sorry, bub,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. You knew better than to tell him to find a different band, even though those exact words were burning on your tongue. It wasn’t just a band to him – they were his friends and he didn’t want anyone else but them. You could understand that, but you hated when they stood him up like this because they had been drinking too much the night before.

You had no idea what the reason for their absence was today, but you figured it was probably something stupid like always.

“’S not your fault,” he mumbled as he hid his face in your neck, pressing a kiss against your skin. “I know they’ll be there for the show tomorrow night,”

You nodded, agreeing with him. The band usually had small gigs in pubs and bars and even though the other guys hated rehearsals and getting prepared for said shows, they were always right there on stage with Vince on the actual night. You knew Vince hated this more than anything, but to you it didn’t seem like he was doing much about it. You decided to change the topic, because you knew talking about the band would only get him in a mood which caused him to take his frustrations out on you and you really weren’t in the mood for a screaming match with your fiery boyfriend.

You preferred the warmth of the sheets over the dramatics of storming out of the apartment.

“Now that I have you here,” you grinned, playfully tickling the back of his neck with your nails which made him lift his head and look at you. “Why don’t we do something fun today? Maybe go see a movie,”

He thought about your suggestion for a little bit, eyes drifting to the dark clouds that lingered in the sky outside. Rain wasn’t predicted for today, but as you turned to look outside, you noticed raindrops softly hitting against the glass of the window. You wouldn’t mind to go outside in this weather – umbrella’s existed for a reason, right? – but there was no way you could get Vince out of bed and onto the streets.

“Let’s just watch a movie here,” he said, grabbing the remote you placed on his pillow. You shrugged, not having much choice but to agree and watched him exit out of the current movie you were trying to watch and search for another one. Playing with his hair, you let him do his thing until he suddenly took his focus away from the TV and turned his head to look at you.

You should’ve known that he was up to something with the way he was smirking at you like that and with the way his eyes lit up at this idea that was forming and coming together in his head.

“Or… we could make our own movie?” Although the words came out slightly questioning, you could see by the way his eyebrow rose with confidence that he was set on this idea. He just wanted to make sure you were okay with it as well.

You snorted, pressing your lips in a straight line to keep in a laugh. “Baby, I’m sure the boys will show up tomorrow, you don’t have to turn to porn. The industry is cut-throat,”

He could hear by the giggle that managed to escape from your throat that you weren’t serious, but he threw the remote to the end of the bed and shifted his body weight on top of you, tickling you.

“Oh yeah? How do you know, hm? Got any experience in it?”

You laughed, swatting his hands away from your sides which he allowed. Even though he was sure his girlfriend wasn’t living a secretive double life as a college student and a pornstar, he was curious if you had ever done something like this. You and Vince had been in a relationship for two years and he’d like to think he knew everything about you, but still, people kept secrets.

You were quick to ease his heart, though. “I don’t,” you laughed, wrapping your fingers around his wrists as he cupped your face. “But something tells me you’re gonna give me that experience,”

He chuckled, a sense of relief washing over him but he did his best not to show it. Instead, he pecked your lips and caressed a strand of hair out of your face. “Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to ofcourse, but we never done anything like that so I thought it’d be… I don’t know, fun. Something new,”

You feigned a gasp, looking at him as if he had said the most offensive thing he could’ve ever said to you. “Something new? Are you.. are you implying that we are.. boring?”

He sighed deeply, his facial expressions hardening a little as he glared at you. It only made you laugh harder and he shook his head, moving his hands down to your throat. He didn’t add any pressure as he lightly and playfully choked you, laughing softly.

“You’re already a great actress; this might be your calling,”

 

Never in your life had you thought about making a sex tape. Not with Vince, or anyone else. You wouldn’t say you were boring or vanilla in the bedroom, especially not with the man you were currently in a relationship with, but you were a private person.

You didn’t want to share the details of your sexual activities with anyone other than the person you were doing them with. You barely gave your girlfriends the juicy stories they wanted, let alone complete strangers on the internet. But Vince could be very persuasive and even though he would drop the subject if you told him you really did not want to do this, he could see you were curious about it and he was right. There was something exciting about filming yourself while being intimate – you did tell him you wanted to see the finishing product yourself first before he’d throw it on the internet.

You also told him you wanted to do some research first, hence the reason why you were currently sitting at Vince’s desk, looking at amateur porn videos as if they were a cinematic masterpiece.

But the thing was, if you were going to be on the internet, you didn’t want to embarras yourself.

You wanted to see what other people did and what worked for them and what could work for you and Vince – every couple was different, though. Some made a real home movie out of it, some showed their faces and some didn’t, and some only showed foreplay. You realised there were no rules to this and Vince was happy when you finally clicked out of Pornhub and swiveled his desk chair around to face him.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you told him, watching him place his phone in a tripod. Getting up from the bed, he placed it somewhere next to the chair, making sure the bed was in full view. The smile on his face disappeared as you spoke again. “A few rules, though-“

“Babe, please. Let’s just.. do it and I can edit it later… please?”

You sighed deeply, looking at your boyfriend standing there; hands folded together, lips pouted while only clothed in a pair of boxershorts. Ones that had gotten tighter the moment this idea popped up in his head.

“Alright, fine,” you agreed, squinting your eyes at him in playful suspicion. A smile returned to his face and he grabbed your face, pecking your lips before pressing the record button on his phone camera. You two were far from professional, but some of the amateur video’s you had seen seemed like they were filmed with a brick so you figured an iPhone wasn’t so bad.

“I have to change first!” you told him, getting up from the chair and running toward his wardrobe; you two didn’t live together but there was enough of your things in the apartment that made it look like you did. Vince left the camera on, laying on the bed as he waited for you to trade one of his shirts you were wearing into one of your cute little lingerie sets.

 

It wasn’t completely over the top and maybe a bit more basic than what you had seen other girls wearing in those videos, but it was one of Vince’s favorites. A white bra and thongs with little sunflowers on them, along with some lace details.

Cute, but sexy.

Vince propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes glued to your frame as you walked over to the bed and smiled at him. He reached out a hand to you and you took it, moving onto the bed to straddle him as he sat up against the pillows. He let go of your hand as you placed both of your hands on his shoulders and his ran down your sides, resting on your hips.

“You look sexy,” he whispered, not caring if it would be audible in the video or not. He seemed more relaxed than you, not bothered by his phone pointing your way at all but he could feel you were a little tense. He leaned in to you and you took the hint, leaning down to kiss him; didn’t take him long to move to your neck, inhaling some of your perfume as he kissed up to your ear.

“Just relax, baby. Pretend there’s no phone, just us lovin’ each other,” his voice whispering right in your ear made you wrap your arms around his shoulders a little tighter, tangling your fingers in his thick locks. He was right; after all, this was no competition. Just something fun you were doing with your boyfriend. It didn’t have to be perfect.

You slowly nodded and focused on Vince and his touches. He moved his hands up and down your arms, fingertips creeping underneath the straps of your bra to slowly slip them down your shoulders. His hands didn’t stay there long though, moving down to your hips and your ass, squeezing the flesh softly in his palms. Because of the fabric of the bra being a little more loose now, he kissed his way from your neck to your collarbones and your cleavage, sucking and biting gently on your soft skin.

Pushing the thought of being recorded right now to the back of your mind as best as you could, you moaned and grinded yourself down onto him. You were steadily growing more aroused and so was he, thrusting his hips up a little as a small groan rolled off his tongue. He pulled his head back in his neck a little and looked at you, a smirk gracing his features. You bit your lip, grinding onto him a little faster as you placed your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself steady; his hands rested on your hips to guide your movements.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he complimented with a soft grunt, slipping his hands underneath the fabric of your panties to squeeze your ass and make you grind onto him a little firmer. “Wanna eat you out on the chair,” he whispered as he kissed your jawline, grinning against your skin.

You chuckled softly and nodded, not saying no to that. Getting up, you walked over to the swivel chair and sat down, watching him turn the tripod into your direction, making sure the camera was aimed mostly down and recording from the side a little so his actions would be visible.

“See, told you I had to edit,” he grinned, leaning down to wave at the camera. You laughed and poked his side with your toe, amusedly shaking your head at him. He grinned and pecked your lips before getting down on his knees; he looked at the camera that was filming his face slightly from the side one more time and even though you didn’t expect anything else from him, you laughed softly when he smirked at the damn thing. Rolling your eyes and chuckling softly, you watched him as he started kissing up and down your calves – a soft moan escaped you as he lapped his tongue at your ankle teasingly, looking up at you with a grin before kissing every single one of your toes. It was light and cute and even though it tickled a little, your heart swelled at the sight.

The iPhone barely bothered you anymore as he spread your legs a little, stroking his fingertips over the small wet spot staining your panties. He leaned down to place kisses on your inner thighs, making you lean back against the cold leather of the chair as you grabbed the arm rests, goosebumps licking at your skin. You could barely keep yourself quiet; Vince was making the task impossible, especially when he hooked his fingers underneath your panties and slowly pulled the fabric down and you found yourself not caring or worrying about how you’d sound on video anymore when he kissed your folds.

And when he suddenly swept his wet muscle through your folds, tongue flicking at your clit once, your whimpering and moaning got a little louder.

Vince wasn’t much of a talker during oral, which you were eternally grateful for and you were happy he wasn’t amping up his cockiness for the camera either. You placed one foot on his shoulder, the other one swung over one of the arm rests you had removed your hand from, giving the camera a better view. Your boyfriend moved one arm around your thigh, his other hand accompanying his mouth as he slipped in a finger, his lips around your clit to suck on it softly. He was looking up at you with a small grin, making your toes curl and your moans a little more high pitched, your hand finding its home in his hair once more. He was quick to add another finger, pushing both of them knuckle deep inside of you before curling his fingers; you gasped and pushed his face firmer against you, making him grunt softly but he didn’t do anything to pull away.

You had taken his breath away on several different occasions and he never complained.

“The phone,” you whispered, biting your lip as your eyes met his. He frowned a little, pulling back as your grip on his hair loosened – he looked at the phone in the tripod, which was still there and still recording. “Give it to me,” you told him with a small exciting smile. He was beginning to think you were having second thoughts but as he saw that look in your eyes, he knew you were too turned on to stop now.

Pulling his fingers out of you, he shamelessly licked them clean and took his phone out of the tripod, handing it to you. You flipped it around, noticing the phone was still recording and he chuckled softly as you pointed the camera at his face, your legs still spread in front of him.

“Go on then,” you grinned teasingly and he was pleasantly surprised by your words, not hesitating to do what you told him to. He gave you a wink as he licked his lips and your heart skipped a beat, watching him through the camera as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs, keeping you in your place before he leaned in closer and went back to eating you out. He started slow, making you whimper and moan softly, making sure it sounded extra sensual. Your confidence was growing now that you had the phone in your hand, but so was his. Vince wasn’t the type of person to shy away from a camera and your sounds were stroking hid ego greatly, but he wanted more.

Didn’t take him long to go all in; the slurping sounds that were created because of his mouth and your arousal were sinful. With the way you were moaning out his name and a string of rambled curse words and the way he was looking up at the camera, it was enough to make porn addicts cum undone in the matter of seconds.

It was enough for you to come undone.

Your fingers clenched around the phone, careful not to cut off the recording. You were looking at him from underneath the phone, because the real life version was so much better.

“S-Shit.. Vince,” you breathed out, your voice shifting into a moan as one of your hands moved back into his hair. Your boyfriend was a bit of an actor too, rolling his eyes into the back of his head as he got you to your breaking point but you were too out of your mind to laugh at him. You could barely keep your body still, the chair creaking and shiveling a little underneath your weight and half of Vince’s weight as he had his arms pressed on the edge of it.

Once you were trying to close your thighs and tugging at his hair a little, he knew you had reached your high and were getting sensitive. He slowly pulled back and licked your arousal from his lips, leaning up to gently take the phone out of your hand; you let him do what he wanted, switching to the front camera and recording the both of you in a sensual make out session.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, which only made you more needy for him and you didn’t even care about your faces being on full display. He opened his eyes, looking in the camera as you bit his lower lip, sucking on it softly afterward; as you turned your head a little and noticed the position of you and your boyfriend in the camera, you giggled softly and turned his face back to you, kissing him again.

 

It was obvious that being on camera was doing something to the both of you, mostly your ego’s. He was sucking on your tongue, nipping at your lips and moaning into your mouth. It was turning you on to no end and you stole the phone out of his hand, stopping the recording.

“Lay on the bed and film me,” you told him as you handed him the phone, gently shoving him to the bed. He laughed and got on the bed, pressing record again after you fixed your hair a little. You giggled as you wiggled your hips a little, running your hands through your hair before pulling your bra strips further down than they already were. He bit his lip, moving his free hand down to cup himself through his boxershorts.

“Take it off,” he told you with a soft exciting laugh, watching you turn your back to him as your hands found the clasp of your bra. You easily flicked it open and took the fabric off your body, hiding your bare breasts with your arm as you turned back around and threw the piece of underwear at him. He laughed again, putting it beside him on the bed as he watched you through the camera when you slowly removed your arm and softly squeezed your breasts, smiling at him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, squeezing himself a little harder. “Come here, baby. Wanna see you on my cock,”

You grinned and made your way closer to the bed, making sure to sway your hips in a flattering way. He silently signed for you to turn around as he tugged his boxershorts down and you quickly grabbed the fabric to throw it to the floor, doing what he wanted; hovering above him with your ass on full display, he wrapped his hand around his cock and gathered some of your arousal on his tip, the both of you moaning in unison at the skin on skin contact. You looked over your shoulder to the best of your abilities and wiggled your hips a little, desperate for him to fill you up. He grinned, making sure the camera was capturing the moment of him aligning himself at your entrance and you slowly sinking down onto him.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groaned as he was completely inside of you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your ass. He didn’t know if it was to sooth himself or you; he had been inside of you countless of times before, but the feeling could transport him to a different universe every time. “My baby girl’s so tight,”

You moaned softly at his words and placed your hands on the bed in between his legs, keeping yourself up but leaned forward a little so the view of him disappearing inside of you every time you came down was perfectly visible to the camera.

“I love your cock, baby, feels so good,” you moaned as you bit your lip while looking at him over your shoulder, fucking yourself onto him slowly. He cursed softly under his breath, knowing your words were for the camera, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Dirty talk wasn’t foreign for you and him, but you were usually a little more reserved with it. Seemed like the camera brought out another side of you, one that he was excited to explore more.

“Yeah? You love it, huh? Show me how much,” the way his voice dropped a few octaves made you slip even further into your newfound role and when he landed a slap on your ass, you moaned pornographically as you picked up your pace. He grinned to himself as he felt you placing your hands on his ankles, helping to keep yourself steady as your ass jiggled onto his lower abdomen every time you came down.

“Look at that ass,” he hummed, making you slow down a little as he squeezed your ass, his large palm kneading the flesh hungrily. Unfortunately for him, the position didn’t allow him to sink his teeth into it, otherwise he would. “Fuckin’ sexy,”

You giggled softly as you slowly twirled your hips around a little while looking at him over your shoulder, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes met yours as he moaned deeply, his hand running up your spine and twirling your hair around his wrist before grabbing onto it. You moaned as you sat up a little more, picking up your pace as you chased your second high of the day; he quickly flipped the phone to selfie mode as he put it on the bedside table, moving his now free hand forward and in between your legs. Your moans grew louder as his fingertips found your clit, rubbing at it skilfully fast. Your position naturally shifted as you pulled your feet from out underneath you and placed them flat on the bed.

He released your hair as you quickly lifted your hips, making him slip out of you. You were planning on riding him while facing him but he seemed to have other ideas as he grabbed your hips and playfully threw you on the bed. You laid in his spot as he got in between your thighs, laughing softly as he reached his arm to the phone to fix its position a little; making sure it was filming your bodies and half of your face.

“You better edit the hell out of that video,” you whispered to him in a giggle and he chuckled, nodding as he pushed himself inside of you. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans. He didn’t give you time to get used to the change of position, thrusting into you at a steady pace as he pulled back and grabbed your ankles, keeping your legs spread and up in the air a little.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he kissed your ankle and the side of your foot, teasingly sinking his teeth in your big toe. Your hands were in your hair before they moved down to your breasts, squeezing them and pinching at your nipples softly. Vince didn’t try and keep himself quiet anymore either, and while he wasn’t quiet in the bedroom in general, you could hear he was amping it up a little for the camera.

Still, he sounded fucking hot, and it only added fuel to the fire of your own nearly feral state.

“Look at you,” he grunted, gently letting go of your ankles and lowering your legs as he ran his hands down your thighs, squeezing at your hips. He moved one hand up your tummy and in between your breasts, hand wrapping casually around your throat. “Taking my cock so well and looking fuckin’ gorgeous while doing so,”

He added a little pressure to your throat, making you grab onto his arm and at first, he thought it was because you were in pain. He realised that was most definitely not the case when your eyes rolled into the back of your head, moaning as you stuck out your tongue. He smirked as he collected a bit of saliva on his own tongue and leaned down to you, keeping his hips still as he dribbled a string of spit onto your tongue.

Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him as you swallowed his spit and he cursed softly. That was something you hadn’t done before, and he’d be damned if this was the last time you’d ever do it.

A new fire seemed to light inside of him as he grabbed onto your left thigh, pushing it backwards and moving it to the side so your legs were pressed together and side ways. With his hand still around your throat and his other hand now squeezing your ass, landing a firm slap against your skin now and then, he fucked you roughly into the mattress. You were a moaning mess underneath him, holding onto his arm tightly to keep his hand around your throat as you kept your eyes on him the entire time.

 

He was so damn gorgeous with his messy hair, eyebrows pinched together in concetration as he watched his own cock being covered in your arousal every time he pulled his hips backwards and his plumb lips parted, moans and curses flying off his tongue.

It was a sight you never wanted to forget and as you remembered the phone still recording on the bedside table, you realised you never had to.

Vince Everett truly was a sight for sore eyes and with his balls slapping against your skin with every thrust, you wouldn’t mind to share it with the rest of the world through a computer or phone screen.

Due to your thighs pressed together, Vince was struggling to postpone his orgasm any longer. The position caused you to be even more tight than you already were and he was slowly but surely losing his mind, his hand that was around your throat moving to your thigh to keep your legs in place. He never wanted the moment to end, but the feeling of your warmth surrounding his cock so firmly made it impossible for him to slow down or change the position.

“’M so close, baby girl, so close,” he grunted as he looked down at you through half lidded eyes, his hands squeezing at your thigh and ass as if you were some kind of stress ball that would release pent up tension. In a way, you kind of were in this moment.

You were sure you’d be bruised up in a few hours, but you did not care for one second.

You didn’t have the strength, nor were you in the right mind, to answer him with words so you moaned instead, giving him a little nod. He chased his orgasm, thrusting hard and fast for a few times until he suddenly pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock. You took the hint and spread your legs in front of him again, propping yourself up on your elbows a little as you watched your boyfriend jerk himself off for a few seconds before he released himself all over your stomach and a little bit on your breasts.

His head hung back in his neck as his hips stuttered forward in his fist, his chest heaving up and down frantically as he moaned out a few incoherent curse words that you were pretty sure wouldn’t be picked up on camera.

As he rolled his head back to look at you, he grinned as you swooped up some of his sperm from your tummy, sucking it off your finger. He licked his lips and leaned down, placing his hands on the pillow on either side of your head as he kissed your lips.

“My dirty little movie star,” he whispered against your lips with a smirk and you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. You kissed his neck before softly and teasingly biting his earlobe, giggling.

“You’re definitely cutting that out,”

 

Vince had sitting at his desk for the rest of the day, working on the sinful video you created a few hours ago. He was motivated, wanting your first “official” sex tape to be flawless. He wanted it to seem like you and him had done this before and even though it was still going to look like an amateur porn because that was what it was, he wanted to make sure it looked better than some other videos that were out there.

He also worked so hard on it because you told him you wanted to see the finished product first before you’d decide if you wanted it to be out there on the internet for everyone to see or not.

You had changed the sheets and after dinner, you made yourself comfortable in his bed and watched TV. You had eventually drifted off to sleep, but your boyfriend startled you awake at around 1 in the morning.

“It’s finished!” he announced loud and proud, smiling brightly as he turned the chair around to face you. “Come see, princess,”

He wasn’t too bothered about the fact he woke you up; this was more important. You sighed softly and got out of the bed, sitting down on his lap as you watched him set up the video.

“Here we go,” you chuckled with an amused shake of your head as you leaned back against his chest, as Vince pressed play.

You felt a little awkward watching yourself and your boyfriend being intimate in a video like this, but you had to admit, his editing was really good. The awkward change of some positions were cut out and he got rid off the moments that felt a little too slow as well. It looked good; like a video from one of those verified couples.

Your faces were in most shots and that’s what you doubtful about uploading it to the public. You were still in college and Vince was doing gigs and whatnot; what if people recognized you? Strangers were one thing, but family and friends were something else entirely.

You had a teenage brother, and you were pretty sure porn wasn’t foreign to him.

“Vince, I don’t know.. maybe we should’ve been more careful with showing our faces. Can’t you cut it out of the frame?”

“Baby, I tried but it ruins the whole video,” he sighed softly, leaning his chin on your shoulder as you were leaning with your elbows on the desk now, looking at the computer screen. “There’s one other option, though,”

You turned your head a little to look at him and he raised his head, shrugging his shoulders a little. “We can put it behind a paywall,” he suggested, quickly continuing before you’d have the chance to stop him. “A lot of couples do that. They don’t upload their full videos for free, only snippets of it or short foreplay videos. Let’s be honest, most people are too stingy to pay for amateur porn unless they’re full on addicts. Chances of people we know being porn addicts are slim to none,”

His words made sense. You had come across a lot of those teaser videos or foreplay videos where you didn’t see anyone’s face, having to pay for a subscription if you wanted to see the full video with face. You were still a little nervous about it, but it meant you’d get paid for it; maybe you wouldn’t be able to shop until you dropped but having some extra money on the side would be nice.

You were a poor student and Vince was the lead singer in a still mostly unknown band. You both could use the money.

“Okay, okay, let’s just do it,” you said, nodding as you turned back to the computer. Vince smiled brightly, slipping one arm around your waist as you watched him create a faceless teaser video out of the full video. You created an account on Pornhub and OnlyFans, watching excitedly but nervously as the teaser was uploaded.

“You’re gonna be famous, baby,” he said jokingly, sending you a wink as you turned around on his lap a little to face him with a soft laugh.

Slipping your arms around his shoulders, you pecked his lips and smiled. “I can’t wait,” you grinned jokingly, your eyes lighting up a little as you grabbed your phone from the desk and opened the Notes app. “We have to come up with ideas. We can’t always do it on the bed or even in your room, that’s boring,” you told him as you already started typing away, listing a few ideas for videos.

Vince raised his eyebrows, blowing a raspberry before letting out a laugh. “I’ve created a monster,”

You ignored his words, smiling as you leaned back against his chest and continued cooking up ideas for your and your boyfriend’s newfound hobby.

Vince didn’t care if he created a monster or not or about the fact that you seemed to be more excited about this all than he was in the moment. Even though the thought of strange people watching the videos stroked his ego and made his confidence grow a little more, it also made him feel even closer to you than he already was.

Because despite putting the videos online for people to see, he felt like creating them was something intense and beautiful that he only shared with you. Not only would it give him something to look at if you weren’t by his side – which was rare because the both of you were together nearly every day – it was also a way of making memories.

Sinful, delicious memories he couldn’t imagine himself creating with anyone else.

[kitabasis]

Now. I have no experience being heterosexual, so I could be wrong, but I don't think that this is a very heterosexual thing to do.

[vintagepresley]

Sassy lil’ baby.

[peaceloveelvis]

Forever 🤍

[bokuranofandom]

Happy Holidays!

Art by Kumeta Natsuo (source: twitter)

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Vince's Attitude

A Lincoln Town Car drives up to ECU High's front door.

"Jeeves stop here. I wanna get out now." Vince orders.

"Yes, Master Everett," his chauffeur says as he stops.

Vince gets out of the car with his Ralph Lauren backpack wearing high end clothes.

"You better be back at 3:15 or else." he says as he closes the door.

Jeeves drives away as Vince walks into the school.

"What's up poors!" Vince yells as a flex.

"Ah shut up, Vince!" some of the boys yell as he walks by.

"And a good morning to you too Charlie, Steve and Walter. I know you're all so jealous but oh well. We can't all appear on MTV and land a huge recording contract." Vince starts to laugh and walks away.

Walter has to hold Charlie and Steve back. "He ain't worth it. If there's any justice in this world, he'll get his one day."

Vince keeps laughing as he walks to his locker.

"Vince you really need to end this state of hubris and narcissism."

Vince rolls his eyes as he opens his locker. "Ah what do you know Scotty boy. You ain't got much room to talk with that silver spoon shoved in your mouth. Beat it."

Scott just sighs and walks away. Vince turns to his left.

"What ya got something to say to me Chad?"

Chad just chuckles. "You know, Vince. I never thought you'd be the kinda kid who becomes a complete ass just because he made a million bucks. Didn't anybody tell ya to be nice to the people on the way up? If they did then you'd know that you're only gonna run into them on the way down. Keep it up and -"

"Ah shut up!" Vince interrupts.

Chad just shrugs as if to say "Can't say I didn't warn you." and walks away.

Vince groans in annoyance as he grabs his books to put away. He looks at his schedule and finds that he has American Literature as his first class. When he walks into the classroom he immediately gets annoyed.

A teacher is talking with her student about a project. "What did you want me to help you with, Johnny?"

"Ms. Xana, Ah'm tryna write a story about a man who performs on riverboats in the 1860s. Where should Ah look?" he asks sitting at a desk.

She thinks as she goes through some books at her desk. "I think I have just the book for you, Johnny."

She pulls out "Life on the Mississippi" and hands it to him. "This is a memoir by Mark Twain. He used to work as a steamboat pilot before the Civil War. This should help you get started with your research."

Johnny takes the book smiling as Vince rolls his eyes. "Are ya done with the theatrics Johnny? Nobody reads your damn plays."

Ms. Xana gasps. "Vince watch your language. I won't have that type of talk in my classroom."

Vince scoffs as he sits down and waits for the bell to ring so class can start. His mind starts to wander and thoughts become sour.

"Why'd my stupid parents decide to keep me enrolled at this stupid school with these stupid kids and naggy ass teachers? I'd rather go to a private school or drop out all together."

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AN: Also shoutout to @xanatenshi as the literature teacher. I hope I did you well.

[hooked-on-elvis]

[seredelgi]

Girl you got him, he’s right there

[bunnydexterloveselvis]

I drew BDE and Vince like one or two weeks ago teehee (plus my silly self insert)

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