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sissylittlefeather · 10 months ago

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Clean Up Your Own Backyard: A Walter Hale Story

A/N: So, I'm obsessed with The Trouble With Girls. Like, "watch it almost everyday" obsessed 😂. Naturally, Walter Hale needed a fic. I mean, have you seen him?!

Big thanks to @ccab for hounding me about this until I finally finished it. Love youuuuu!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m&f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~4.5k

Unfamiliar with Walter? Bless your heart. Here:

Gilroy, Iowa has been home to you since the day you were born and you've been trying to get out of there for almost just as long. But there was never anywhere to go and having been born in the year 1900, your options were fairly limited. At the tender age of 18, you got married, just for something interesting to do. You had your son a year later and that definitely gave you something to do. Your husband was good to you until he died at the tail end of the Spanish flu epidemic in 1920. Since then, it's been you and Joseph Jr., or Joey, against the world and the thought of leaving faded into the background of your memory.

In the summer of 1927, the Chautauqua rolls through like it does every summer. You work at the hotel as a maid, so you're keenly aware of their presence. This time, something's different, though. There seems to be a new energy among the company and you learn from listening to them chatter that something wild happened in their last town. There was a murder and the manager was actually able to use it to his advantage. You think to yourself that this is a disgusting use of human vulnerability, but it doesn't surprise you. These Chautauqua managers are always a little slimy. Thankfully, as a maid, you never really interact with the more powerful people. In fact, you don't really interact with anyone. To them, you're invisible unless you're in the way, so you're able to go about your daily business without much interruption.

One day, you're busy cleaning in an empty room with the door open. The weather is warm, so you left it open to get a breeze as you work. Without realizing it, you're singing almost at the top of your lungs. You've always been a person who sings while you work and really while you do anything. It's just a bad habit that you have. People have told you that you have a lovely voice, but it never seemed to matter much other than earning you some solos at church here and there.

So when you're singing in the hotel as you clean, you're shocked to turn around and find a man in the doorway.

"Oh sweet berries! You scared me!"

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just listening to you."

"To me?"

"You're quite the little canary, you know that?"

He's unbearably handsome with his suit jacket slung over his shoulder and a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"I am?"

"Don't act so surprised, toots."

"Well, thank you, I guess." You turn to go back to cleaning, but he doesn't leave. He just stands in the doorway and watches you clean. You look back at him and he smiles, his eyes sparkling.

"I might like to hear you again sometime."

"Well, I clean the hotel almost every day, so I'm sure you will." He laughs and is about to speak again when an older man bustles up to him.

"Walter, we need you. Stop trying to seduce the locals and get back to your job." You look down and blush at the thought that this attractive man might be trying to flirt with you. He goes to leave, but turns to you just before he walks away.

"See you around, honey. I hope." With that he's gone and you go back to cleaning. This time, though, you hum quietly instead of singing out loud.

******

Walter follows Johnny back to his room to discuss whatever this problem is.

"She's gone." Johnny is panting and sweating and Walter can tell he's panicking.

"What do you mean she's gone? Who's gone?"

"Charlene. She disappeared in the night."

"Damn." He looks down at his feet and shakes his head. Maybe he should've tried harder to convince her to stay instead of trying to force her. Still, Walter is not one to mourn the loss of a woman for long. But this does present a pretty big problem for the company. He thinks quickly.

"Put Betty in charge of the story tent. She's been working with Charlie, she knows what to do. I'll find someone to work with her."

"Find someone? Where?" Johnny asks annoyed. Walter thinks about you and your nightingale voice.

"Somewhere. Don't you worry." He heads for the door to go talk to Betty and Johnny follows him closely.

"You've got that look again, Boss. You've got an idea that's going to make trouble." Walter laughs again. In the hallway, he hears you humming and smiles. He does have an idea.

******

After getting Betty set up, Walter stands at the back of the tent and listens to the children audition for the show. Most of them don't have much to offer, so he's just about to leave when a boy of about 8 takes the stage. He requests a gospel song from Betty and begins to sing. Walter turns on his heel quickly. The boy has the prettiest soprano he's ever heard and he's absolutely killing the gospel number. He watches the boy sing his whole song while the wheels turn in his mind. At the end, he walks to the front to catch the boy before he leaves.

"Hey, son, wait a minute." The boy looks up at him in awe.

"Yes, sir?"

"You sing pretty good. And I don't give that compliment lightly."

"Oh, thank you, sir." The boy's blue eyes are wide as plates.

"I don't think we're going to put you in the kids' show. I'd like you to sing some gospel numbers with the quartet. Do you play the piano?" The boy swallows deeply. He can't believe what he's hearing.

"No, sir, I don't. We don't have one at our house. You want me to sing with the quartet?"

"I do. Where's your mama? Is she here?" Walter looks around the tent.

"No, sir, she had to work."

"Alright, then. Will you bring her to me tomorrow or whenever she's available?"

"Yes, sir. She doesn't work tomorrow so I'll bring her here."

"That's good, son, thank you." He ruffles the boy's hair and lets him run off. Then, he heads back to the hotel.

******

You've almost finished for the day when you run into Walter in the hallway. He smiles and his eyes do the sparkly thing again.

"Hi honey. Can I talk to you?"

"To me?"

"Yes. Come here." He takes you into the room you just finished cleaning and sits down on the little couch. He gestures for you to sit next to him, so you do, just far enough away to still be polite but distant.

"You know I'm the manager of the Chautauqua-"

"You're the manager?"

"I am."

"Oh. You're younger than I expected."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment." All of a sudden his sparkly eyes feel like a subtle manipulation and you recoil from him without thinking. He's the man responsible for the murder business in the last town. "I have a problem and I think you could help me."

"Me?"

"Yes. How would you like to get out of Gilroy?" Your heart flip flops, but you know it's not an option.

"What do you mean?"

"I need a woman to help in the children's tent, someone who knows music. How would you like to come with us?" You can't believe what you're hearing. In a lot of ways it's a dream come true, but you know you can't leave Joey.

"Oh, sir-"

"Walter. Walter Hale."

"Mr. Hale-"

"Walter."

"Sir, as flattered as I am, I can't leave Gilroy."

"Why is that?" You hesitate to tell him, but he needs to know you're serious.

"I can't leave my son."

"You have a son?"

"I do. And I can't just leave him here to go with you."

"Bring him along."

"Oh, I could never. The Chautauqua is no place for a child."

"I grew up in the Chautauqua."

"Right, well, I'm not sure I'd like my son to end up..." You trail off when you realize what you're saying, but his lip curls into a smirk. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. It's fine. But I sure could use your help."

"I can't. I'm sorry." You stand up from the little couch to go back to work. He watches you walk away, trying to think through his next steps. He'll convince you to come with him; he just needs to figure out the right move.

******

The next day, Walter is walking through the grounds making sure everything is running smoothly. He hears a voice behind him.

"Sir!" He turns to see the young boy from yesterday running towards him. He waits for him to get close and then ruffles his hair again.

"What is it, buddy?"

"I brought my mom. She's in the tent." Walter follows him to the children's tent to meet the boy's mother and try to convince her to let him take the boy under his wing. His mother turns when she hears her son and Walter's mouth drops.

"It's you!" You look at him with your eyebrows knit together.

"It's me. What do you want with my son?" Suddenly he realizes that this might be a real uphill battle for him.

"Well, ma'am, I'd like to have him join the Chautauqua as a sort of protégé for me."

"Protégé? For you?"

"Ma'am, I don't know if you know this, but your son is incredibly talented."

"I'm aware. What does that have to do with you?"

"I'd like to take him under my wing a bit: teach him piano and how to harmonize in a quartet." You scoff and look down at Joey. He's your pride and joy, the only thing you have left of your husband, and you're not going to let him go easily.

"Absolutely not. My son will go to college someday. He's not a performer."

"Oh, but he is. I've seen him." You look down at Joey, seemingly trying to decide whether you should take this risk or lock him inside forever. You look back up at Walter.

"Is this just because you need a new story lady?" He raises his eyebrows.

"What? No!"

"You want to pretend like you're taking an interest in my son so I'll come with you, is that it?"

"Ma'am. I took an interest in him before I knew he was your son." Now the boy chimes in. He's excited for this opportunity.

"It's true, mama. He talked to me yesterday after I auditioned." You look back and forth between them and try to imagine what it would be like for your son to grow up and become Walter.

"No. Absolutely not. Come on, Joey." You turn on your heel and push your son in front of you.

"But mama-"

"Ma'am-" You turn back to Walter.

"Thank you for putting these crazy ideas in his head without talking to me first." Then, you grab Joey's hand and walk away quickly. Walter watches you and shakes his head. There are several reasons he'd like you to join the company. The way you look walking away from him is not the least of them.

******

You have to go to work at the hotel every day, so you don't know that Joey is making his way to the Chautauqua grounds after you leave and getting home just before you do. Walter has him scheduled to perform with the quartet on the Friday night two weeks after your first encounter with him. Sometimes you see him in the hallways of the hotel and he nods politely, but doesn't press you any further about Joey performing.

You don't suspect anything until you hear Betty talking to one of the other women in the show as you clean the room across the hall.

"That new boy is very talented. I can't believe we found him in a little town like this. It's too bad his mother won't let him join us long-term. He'd be a great addition to the show." The other girl nods in agreement. "Mr. Hale assures me that he'll be able to convince the mother once he performs. I sure hope he's right."

Your blood boils as you listen to the conversation. He'll be able to convince you, will he? His arrogance is only outweighed by his sliminess. You drop the sheets you were changing and stomp through the hotel looking for him.

He's nowhere to be found. Finally, you go back to Betty and decide to ask. They're not used to the staff approaching them, but Betty used to work in a hotel too, so her shock fades quickly.

"Where is Mr. Hale?"

"Oh, I believe he's in the main performance tent preparing for tonight."

"Just what is the performance tonight?"

"It's that boy with the gospel group. He's so good! You should listen, if you're able to."

"I'll find a way. He's my son." Betty's mouth pops open and you turn and walk away.

******

At the performance tent, you stand in the back and watch as your son practices with the quartet. Walter is there too, playing the piano. You try desperately not to notice how attractive he is with his hands on the keys. You swallow deeply, shake your head, and go back to watching your son. When he sings with the quartet, your mouth drops.

He's incredible.

You knew he was talented, but always in a raw, unrefined kind of way. But now? Now he sounds like a little polished songbird, hitting notes and making runs like nothing you've ever heard before. He hears the harmony instinctively and sings it with grace, blending perfectly with the lower voices. His vibrato is beautiful and you wonder how he learned all of this in two weeks. That's when Walter stops them, stands up from the piano and kneels down in front of Joey. You can't hear what he's saying to him, but Joey is spellbound listening. He nods cooperatively. Then, they sing together.

You inhale sharply when you hear Walter's voice. It sounds like an older, deeper, baritone version of your son's soprano. He's giving instruction as he sings and Joey blends his sound with Walter's perfectly. They sound like they were made to sing together and you absolutely melt. The sincerity on Walter's face as he coaches your son would be impossible to fake. He meant it when he said he wanted to mentor Joey. Tears gather in your eyes and you begin to imagine the possibilities for his future.

You back slowly out of the tent to go home and change. You decide not to interfere with the performance tonight.

******

On stage, Joey is perfect and he absolutely shines. He is a performer. He sings his three songs and then sits down in the front row of the tent as the show continues.

But it's Walter that you can't keep your eyes off of. Every move he makes elicits a physical response from you.

At one point, he looks out to the crowd and catches you biting your bottom lip. He has to work not to laugh when you gasp and blush. Naturally, he spends the rest of the evening teasing you with looks and winks and subtle movements. By the end of the show, you're both so hot and bothered that you almost can't stand it.

As the show concludes and everyone makes their way out of the tent, you stand still, eyes glued to Walter as he talks to people. He knows you're watching him, so the smile he can't suppress is real. He stands with Joey as people compliment them both and they look so fitting there together that you almost would think they were father and son. That damn near kills you too. Finally, Joey sees you and comes bounding towards you to celebrate his success. You give him the biggest hug and tell him all your favorite parts of the show as Walter excuses himself from his conversation and saunters over. He ruffles Joey's hair and leaves his hand on his shoulder.

"Your boy is a hit, ma'am."

"I noticed. Thank you for working with him."

"I wonder if you have some time tonight to negotiate more about whether we make him a permanent member of the Chautauqua."

"I think I can manage that. Can he-" Walter turns and calls to Betty. She walks over cautiously.

"Betty will take him over to the children's tent for the evening, so we can talk privately." He gestures to Betty and she reluctantly takes Joey and walks out of the tent. That leaves just the two of you alone.

"Come over to my office." He puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you to the stage. He sits down on the piano bench and pats the spot beside him for you to sit down too. You do and automatically put your hands on the keys. You haven't played a piano in years.

"Do you play?"

"Mhmm. A little. But not in a long time." You nervously begin the top part of a duet piece that you used to play as a child. He begins the bottom part and you're surprised at how well you play together. You relax a little as you continue and the song comes back from your memory. He watches you as he plays, an almost strange look on his face.

Eventually, you look up at him too, but you're not as practiced, so you fumble the keys when you do.

"Oh, whoops, I-"

But before you can apologize for mixing up the melody, his lips are on yours. Without another thought, you turn your body to face his and the kiss escalates to a fever pitch, your tongues moving wildly as your hands begin to roam. He puts one hand on your hip and the other on your neck and pulls you in close to him while your arms go around his neck. All of the tension from the evening of flirtation comes pouring out of both of you into the kiss.

He turns and lifts you until your bottom is on the keys and he's in between your legs, still pulling you in to kiss him deeply. Then he stands up, lifting you again to place you on top of the grand piano. You notice his erection as he stands there and he gives you a look almost asking for permission to do more than kiss you. You nod and he pushes your dress up over your hips and pulls your bloomers down and off. You've never been with a man that wasn't your husband, so you blush a little at the speed with which he undresses you. He notices the change in your demeanor and looks into your eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" You swallow and take a deep breath. He looks down at himself and back up at you. "I can-"

"No. Don't stop."

"You're sure, honey?" You grab the front of his jacket and pull him into a passionate kiss. Then, you push his jacket off of his shoulders and kiss his neck. You whisper as you do.

"Don't stop." He grunts and unbuttons his vest as you pull his tie off, your hands trembling with desire. He goes back to kissing you and puts both hands on your ass to pull you in as close to him as you can get from your position on top of the piano. You begin to unbutton his shirt and eventually get it off of him and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes. He uses both hands to lift your dress up over your head and remove your bra. A soft moan escapes his lips as he looks down at your body, naked and sitting on top of the piano. He kisses down your chest, caressing your breast with one hand and licking a slow circle around your other nipple. You whimper as he keeps moving down your body with his mouth, sitting on the piano bench and spreading your thighs to get to your center. He leans forward, putting both hands on your ass, and drags his tongue up your slit to the bundle of nerves at the top. It's been so long since you've had a man touch you like that that it almost takes your breath away. You lean back and he goes to work licking your clit.

"Oh! Walter!" You moan as he moves his tongue on you in circles. He licks you fervently and you feel the coil of your orgasm begin to tighten between your legs. The pleasure of what he's doing with his mouth is exquisite and you cry out again. He pulls back a little and looks up at you from his position between your thighs.

"Honey, I don't wanna stifle you, but we are in a tent." All of a sudden you become very aware of the fact that there are no doors or walls separating you from the rest of the camp. It should scare you, but it has the opposite effect. He notices the way you arch your back and smiles. "Good girl."

He leans into you again and goes back to licking you, sliding his tongue over and around and across your clit. You're right on the edge of your orgasm and he knows it. He sucks on you lightly, backs up and blows on you, and then dives in and licks harder than he has so far and you tumble over the edge, coming harder than you ever have before, the blood rushing from your core out to your fingertips in electric bolts.

"Oh God, Walter." You groan through gritted teeth as you ride the high of your orgasm and he devours you like his life depends on it. When you finally come back down to earth, you push him backwards and slide forward off of the piano into his lap. You kiss him again deeply, tasting your own sweetness on him, and grind against his hardened cock.

"You're gonna make a mess of my pants, honey." He whispers in your ear as you nibble on his earlobe.

"Do you care?"

"No. I really don't."

"That's what I thought." You grind against him again and he whimpers. Then, you back off of him and stand up between him and the piano. He stands up too, pushing the piano bench back away from him. Your hands go to his pants button and you smirk at the wet spot on the front of them. He helps you undo them and then slides them down, kicking his shoes off, as his cock bounces free. You shouldn't be surprised at how beautiful it is, but you are. It's long and straight and you don't hesitate to drop to your knees in front of it, fully intending to worship it with your mouth. He groans and puts his hand on the top of the piano to steady himself as you push his foreskin back and lick a slow circle around the head. You drag your tongue up the bottom of his shaft and then take him fully into your mouth, opening your throat until he hits the back of it.

"Shit, y/n." He moans while you begin to bounce on him. You move your hands around to his ass to hold him still while you slide your mouth up and down. You push him as deep as he'll go again and bury your nose in the soft patch of hair at the base of him. He makes some kind of guttural grunt and then grabs your hair, pulling gently to get you to back off of him. As you stand back up, he turns you around to face the piano and kisses your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, honey, I wasn't ready to finish yet." He lines himself up with you from behind and teases your entrance with his tip. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Walter, oh!" He pushes into you from behind, filling you slowly. You feel every inch of him as your pussy stretches to accommodate his size. He begins to move in and out of you, picking up a steady rhythm.

"Good girl. You like this?" He asks as he pounds you from behind, holding your hips with both hands while you grasp at the top of the piano.

"God, yes, don't stop!"

"You like it when I fuck you hard like this?"

"Yes, fuck, Walter!" You hit the keys as he slams into you and it makes a kind of atonal music to go along with the sound of your skin slapping together rhythmically. Everyone outside the tent knows exactly what's going on inside and you don't even care. With his cock buried so deep inside you, the only thing you can think about is how close you are to coming again.

He pulls out of you without warning and flips you around to face him, pushing back into you quickly.

"Join the Chautauqua. Come with me. Stay with me." He says it between kisses as he fucks you much more gently now.

"Is that what this is all about?"

"No. I just can't let you go after this." You look into his eyes and he looks into yours. You can tell he's on the brink of his climax, just like you are. His hair drips with sweat and he might be the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

"Yes. Okay. I'll come... with... you." As you say it he groans loudly and fills you with warmth and you fall head first into a full body wave of pleasure. He pumps a couple more times weakly while you shudder and tremble with ecstasy. You both breathe heavily as he presses his forehead to yours.

"Did you mean that?"

"Yes. I did." He slides out and falls backwards onto the piano bench, pulling you down into his lap. He kisses you again deeply and then rests his head on your shoulder with his arms around your waist.

"Welcome to the Chautauqua."

"Are you my boss now?"

"Honey, I'll be anything you want me to be, as long as you don't leave me."

"Leave you or the company?"

"Both. But mainly me." He kisses your shoulder and gives you a sly look. You're still not sure if this was about you or the Chautauqua, but you're willing to join him on the road and find out. This is your chance to get out of this town and see what the world has to offer. He's just icing on the cake. Delicious, sweet, and probably bad for you, but definitely worth it in the end. If anyone has anything to say about it, well, they can clean up their own backyard.

******

The End

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vintagepresley · 2 years ago

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Negotiating Parties

Pairing: Walter Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3,734

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Seducing, flirting, spanking, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie, little bit of dirty talking, etc.

Author's Notes: Here it is the long awaited Walter Hale fic. I didn't want to do too much because I may end up making this into a mini series like the Change of Habit fics. So, I did leave the ending a bit open ended. If you guys like it then I'll write some more Walter Hale x reader stories. (There may be a Walter Hale x John Carpenter x Reader mashup in the works.. 👀) I did use a lot of lines from the film because it just made sense since this is heavily inspired by THAT tent scene. I hope you guys enjoy it! Possible spelling errors!

Walter Hale, the manager of the chautauqua had come into town with his troupe entertainers looking to find even more people with special talents to perform in his show. But he couldn’t do it all alone. You had worked with Walter for quite some time and now that he was the boss you worked as a shop stewardess helping him audition young children for kids part of the show. In the past the two of you did have some connection but now that he was the boss things were different, but he didn’t seem to get the hint. As much as you loved your job you didn’t love Walter’s way of doing things and how he’d leave you to deal with a dozen children to audition and you felt overworked. You also didn’t care for his excessive flirting with you and his smugness and that stupid grin of his face all the time and the way he would always be smoking those cigars. He thought it was cute, but you couldn’t stand the man sometimes. You were always challenging him and threatening to quit which he was always so against. But what really caused him problems was the fact that you were trying to start a union. He had been meaning to speak with you about all this strike business that when he finally caught up with you, you wouldn’t give him the time of day as he followed close behind you as you walked away from him.

“Well now, wait a minute, just listen to me. We’ve got some things to discuss.” Walter said.

You continued to walk and blew him off as you rolled your eyes. “I’ve got a few things on my mind I’ve been wanting to discuss with you!” you snapped.

“Good.. Let’s go to my place.” he said with a playful smirk on his lips.

“Nice try. This isn’t pillow talk. This is about business!” you remarked.

He continued to smirk at your words and then he grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you into his embrace as his hands rested against your abdomen to stop you from walking and he grinned. You elbowed him and forced your way out of his grip, turning to face him.

“Just listen to me for a minute, honey.” he hummed. You quickly snatched your arm away from him and scoffed at him calling you honey.

“It’s Ms. Honey, boss!” you snapped.

He chuckled and nodded at your words and gestured for you to step into the tent with him the two of you were stopped at. “Ladies first..” he grinned. You narrowed your eyes at him and stepped into the tent and he followed behind you with a wide smirk as his sparkling blue eyes stared at you with such lust. He loved seeing you all riled up and mad at him, it only furthered his attraction towards you and turned him on at the same time. The moment the two of you got into the tent you turned to face him and began to ramble and go off on him about the unfair wages and being overworked.

“You’re not going to get away with it!” you rambled as you walked around the tent frantically.

“Get away with what, toots?” he smirked as he lit up one of his cigars, smirking as he placed it between his lips.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about!” you huffed.

He chuckled as he took a few more puffs of his cigar, smiling at you as you just continued to go on and on about the union and when you didn’t notice he had walked closer to you that when you turned around he was right in your face with that big smug grin on his face and his cigar placed between his fingers.

“Would you mind shutting up a minute?” he laughed.

You swallowed harshly being so close to his face. You hated how handsome he was and how good he always looked in his suits. Especially in the dark brown suit he was wearing tonight. You tried to not let that distract you from what you intended to say and get done. But you had to admit it was hard as the two of you stared at one another and the smell of his cigar on his breath and his blue eyes staring right into you. He leaned back up with a grin and started toward the table. “If you’re finished rambling, I’d like to talk about another matter.” he said as he pulled a chair out for you. “Come sit down.” he hummed as he took a few more puffs of his cigar.

You furrowed your brow a bit as you stared at him and then the chair and you cleared your throat. “Why do I have to sit down?” you asked.

“You don’t have to sit down.” he chuckled, smoking his cigar and staring at you with a smile.

You rolled your eyes and reluctantly walked over to the chair and sitting down, you stared up at him suspiciously. “This better be about negotiating.” you remarked.

“Oh, we’re going to negotiate.” he smirked as he stood behind you. You tensed up the moment when you felt how close he was standing behind you. You cleared your throat. “So.. What’s the first order of business?” you asked.

“Well.. negotiating between business partners should be open… and intimate. I like you, Y/N. You’re a hard worker, say what’s on your mind and fun to be with. Not to mention your downright gorgeous.” he smirked.

You smiled nervously. “Oh, well thank you. What’s our first number of business as negotiating partners?” you asked.

He smirked and now his hands were resting on your shoulders and rubbing them sensually and slowly and brushing his fingers along your arms as he rubbed your shoulders and now he pressed up against the chair behind you and one of his hands brushed against your neck. You took a deep breath not knowing what he was trying to do.

“Well.. We could start to negotiate all kinds of things that could be more meaningful.. In all kinds of areas..” he hummed.

“M-Meaning what?” you stuttered as he continued to rub your shoulders.

“Meaning that relations between negotiating partners can be better served with what is sometimes called, getting into bed with each other.” he smirked as his fingertips lightly ran along your arms. You quickly hopped out of your chair angrily and swatted your hands at him to hit him as you hollered and he just laughed.

“Oh, you no good, son of a-” but before you could finish your sentence he grabbed a hold of you and you did your best to try to fight him off but he was a lot stronger than you. He tightened his grip around you as he sat down and forced you over his lap and you squirmed and kicked about trying to get out of his lap. “Let me go! This isn’t funny!” you yelled.

“It seems we’re going to have to start a new form of negotiating, aren’t we? Now hold still, honey.” he mumbled with a smirk as his cigar sat between his lips as he reached down to yank your skirt up above your ass and reveal your bare ass and you tried to swat at his hands but he bested you. He raised an eyebrow quite surprised to see that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Well, well.. You came prepared..” he grinned.

You felt your face grow hot and you continued to wiggle around and kick your legs. “I said let me go!!!” you shouted.

“Not until you’ve listened to me..” he said puffing on his cigar that hung from his lips and he held you down with his right arm trying to keep you from moving so much and then he brought his left hand down toward your ass and he slowly rubbed his hand over it, squeezing and groping it gently before he lifted his hand up and brought it back down to give your ass a hard slap. You squealed from the sting of his slap and you wiggled again as you whimpered, still trying to fight against him. He smacked your ass again and again, each slap becoming hard and causing your ass to turn red and you whimpered even louder because of how badly it stung. Then he ran his hand along your red and sensitive ass slowly. You pursed your lips together when you felt his long fingers running between your inner thighs and brushing up against the heat between your legs and you pressed your lips harder together trying to suppress the small moan that was fighting its way out of you. His fingers brushed slowly against your pussy and slightly parted your lips open and ran his middle finger along your pussy and clit and he raised an eyebrow when he felt how wet you were and then the whimpering moan that escaped your lips and your hips slightly thrusting against his finger. “Mm.. Seems you’re enjoying this, honey. Let’s explore just how wet I can get you..”

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you felt so embarrassed because your body was working against you. You couldn’t help being wet from the way he was touching you and spanking you and when his fingers teased your pussy. It was a natural reaction for you to get wet. But it didn’t help that you did find him attractive. “P-Please.. No..” you whimpered. He smirked and rubbed his finger that was still between your wet lips and brushed the pad of his finger against your clit and you let out another moan and you could feel yourself getting wetter and he slipped his finger out of you to see it coated in your slick and he grinned at the delightful sight.

“Shhh...” he hummed as he spread your legs apart over his lap and he slapped his hand over your ass once more before he slipped his hand toward your pussy and gave it a gentle slap which caused you to jolt in his lap and your body trembled and you hated how aroused you were that it became impossible to even fight him anymore because he was going to get what he wanted before he let you go. He puffed away at his cigar that bounced between his lips as he took two fingers slowly guiding them inside of your tight wet pussy and he loved how your walls clenched around thick long fingers as he slid them knuckle deep inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whimpered and moaned on top of him and your body completely submitted to him as your sweet nectar dripped down his fingers. He hadn’t even begun to finger you yet and you were already making a mess on him. “Goddamn, baby.. This pussy is so needy for me, hm?” he smirked.

You couldn’t even speak at this point that all you could do was nod and a soft “Mhm..” escaped you. You couldn’t deny it any longer just how much you yearned for him. He liked your response and curled his fingers inside of you and began to thrust them slowly and each thrust he forced them inside of you deeper which caused the soft noises escaping you to become loud and long and your whimpers sounded so desperate. He tilted his head slightly to watch himself fingering you and he could see your slick glistening all over his hand and dripping from you. But he wasn’t finished yet. To take it a step further he removed his cigar from his mouth and tossed it and then brought his other hand down and used the pad of his index finger to rub your sensitive swollen clit at the same pace that his fingers were pumping inside of you.

“W-Walter..” you began to whimper as your hands grasped onto his thigh.

He let out a soft chuckle at the sounds you were making and he began to pump his fingers faster inside of you and his index finger pressing against your clit firmly and rubbing it faster and you were so wet for him that the squelching sounds of him fingering you only grew louder as he watched your slick making an even bigger mess that it began to drip onto his lap and staining his pants. “Fuck..” he mumbled under his breath as he kept up his movements. Your moans loud and pleasurable as you call out his name and even begin to thrust your hips against his fingers trying to keep up with his movements. The way you maneuvered your hips caused you to rub up against the front of his pants. That was causing a pleasurable friction for him that you could feel his cock growing against you and he began to groan softly and you heard his groans and smirked to yourself as you continued to purposely hump his cock as he continued to fuck your pussy with his rough callose fingers and playing with your clit that your toes began to curl and your felt everything growing more intense as your orgasm built up and you nearly squealed when you felt him force another finger inside of your tight pussy and stretching you out just to get in deeper inside of you. “Oh fuck!” you shouted feeling yourself so close to cumming but also feeling another strange feeling at the same time. It was a feeling you had never felt before but it made everything he was doing even more intense that you couldn’t control what was going to happen now.

He could feel how tense your body was becoming and the way it trembled against him and how your walls tightened around his fingers and your breathing grew heavy and your body felt nearly weak. As you panted heavily and moaned his name out louder that’s when it happened. That’s when you came so hard all over his fingers and his lap and then suddenly another liquid came squirting out of you at the same time that made an even bigger mess on him and his eyes lit up at the sight of you squirting and cumming for him and your moans were so loud you were sure anyone walking by the tent could hear you screaming Walter’s name. “Mm, you dirty little girl.. Squirting all over my suit like that.. Tsk tsk..” he hummed. Your face was bright red because you couldn’t control what happened and you were so embarrassed, you could feel the liquid dripping from you and your body trembled when you felt him slip his soaked fingers out of your leaking and stretched pussy. You thought he was finished with you now as you laid across his lap limp and tired. But you were in for a surprise when he grabbed you and manhandled you as he lifted you up from his lap and forced you to sit on top of his soaked lap now and he placed your legs around his waist.

“W-What are you doing?” you said breathless.

“We aren’t finished yet, honey. I want to make sure you understand my proposal for our negotiation.. Clearly.” he smirked. You watched with wide eyes as he reached down to undo his pants and he reached a hand into his pants, wrapping his hand around his fully erect cock and tugging it out of his pants and you blushed at the sight of him and chewed on your bottom lip. He looked up and grinned when he saw you staring at his cock. “Like what you see?” he teased. You licked over your lips and nodded slowly in response to him. “You’ll like the way it feels even more..” he mumbled as he pulled you to him and crashed his lips against yours and kissing you deeply you dare put up a fight anymore because you couldn’t resist his charms as you shared a deep kiss and he took his cock and slowly guided it inside of your pussy that was nice and stretched enough for him to slide inside of you with ease and the movement you felt his cock enter you and stretch you out even more you moaned loudly and against his lips as he groaned against yours. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders and clawing at the fabric of his suit as he bottomed out inside of you and he placed his hands on your waist and tightening his grip on you as he forced you to stay still and he began to slam his cock inside of you lifting his hips up and down as each movement got faster. You squealed and cried out his name as his cock slammed against your walls and hit against your cervix. You could feel it pulsing inside of you with each stroke.

“S-So fuckin’ wet for me, honey’..” he groaned. You didn’t know how it was possible for you to still be so wet for him and only growing wetter as he abused your pussy with such vigor and roughness that he began to bounce you on his cock and the sound of the chair creaking beneath the two of you sounded nearly muffled as the noises that escaped the both of you grew louder and his hands moved to rest against your ass, giving it a hard slap as you bounced on top of him. You tugged at the fabric of his brown suit balling it up in your fists and he kept one hand on your ass and then moved the other between your thighs and his fingers found your clit again and it was already so sensitive that when he began to rub slow circles against it with his middle finger your eyes rolled back and your thighs slightly squeezing around his hips and you knew it was a matter of time before you reached your climax once again because it was already building and you started to pant and whimper and cry out his name so desperately.

“Mm.. Gonna be a good girl and squirt for me again? Hm? Make this suit a bigger mess..” he whispered into your ear as he hips slammed against you and his cock so deep inside of you driving you over the end and you nearly screamed in pleasure the more pressure he put against your clit that before you could register what was happening your orgasm hit like a tidal wave and your entire body went into shock as you convulsed on top of him and trembled and your thighs squeezing around him as you came all over his cock and squirted for the second time not only getting it all over his cock and hand, but on his pants once against as hell as the jacket of his suit. That drove him completely over the edge and he held you down on his cock and he rocked you back and forth and he grunted loudly as his warm cum came spurtting out inside of you in ropes and filling you up. You collapsed against him, whimpering like a kitten as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders loosely and the two of you tried to catch your breath and when he finished inside of you he reached down to slip his cock out that was slowly growing soft and his cum leaked out of you.

Walter exhaled sharply, his face nuzzled into your neck and he placed soft little kisses against it as his hands rubbed over your thighs. You slowly lifted your head up to look at him and you were blushing hard because you had ruined his suit and because he was still your boss and you did the one thing you shouldn’t have. But he didn’t care one bit. He stared at you with those beautiful blue eyes and a grin and he placed his hand between your chin with his thumb pressed against your chin and his index finger rested right beneath. “So.. Whaddaya say? Do you agree with the terms of our negotiation?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes at him knowing that the only part of the negotiation he meant was the “Getting into bed together” part. But there was no way for you to say no now, not after what the two of you just did and you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t enjoy it and wanted more. You cleared your throat and climbed off his lap to fix your dress and gain control of yourself again. He continued to stare at you as he tugged his cock back into his pants and fixed himself as best as he could and he glanced down to see the wet stains all over him and he smirked to himself at the sight before he turned his attention back to you as he stood up. “So? We’ve got a deal, honey?” he asked.

“Well, I don’t suppose I have a choice in the matter now, do I?” replied with your usual attitude.

He chuckled. “Oh, you have a choice.” he grinned.

You playfully rolled your eyes at him being a fool if you said because you knew you’d regret it and would only think of the feeling of his fingers inside of you and the way his cock felt. “I guess we have a deal.” you hummed, reaching your hand out to shake his and raised an eyebrow glancing down at your hand and he pushed it away grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a passionate kiss and you threw your arms around him and returned his passionate deep kiss until the two of you were suddenly interrupted by the sound of loud fireworks shooting across the tent that Walter, unbeknownst to him set off when he threw his cigar. You screamed and Walter quickly grabbed you and two of you ran out of the tent as he laughed and you hit him playfully because you assumed he had something to do with the fireworks and you stormed off and he tried to catch up with you until he was stopped by a group of kids wanting him to see their act for the show. He hoped that he’d run into later on for some more “negotiating”.

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#elvis presley #Walter Hale #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #elvis smut #elvis fanfic #elvis #elvis fandom #the trouble with girls

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thetaoofzoe · 6 months ago

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I do love Elvis edits to sexy music. All the girlies love Walter.

#elvis presley #delicious #walter hale #Instagram

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shamefulzombie · 2 years ago

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DILFS

Mister Hale and Dr Carpenter 🛐

#elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley fanart #fanart #art #Walter Hale #dr john carpenter #Change of habit #the trouble with girls

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iloveelvis · 1 year ago

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YALL I AM ON THE FLOOR WHY IS MINE SO FREAKY AND HE WANTS ME TO CALL HIM DADDY

#elvis the pelvis #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis imagine #walter hale

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hooked-on-elvis · 3 months ago

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"Almost" (1969)

Elvis Presley and Marlyn Mason in scene from The Trouble With The Girls (And How To Get Into It)

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This scene never fails to melt my heart...

#let me just watch this movie here okay... 100 times weren't enough yet #elvis presley #elvis #elvis history #elvis movies #the trouble with the girls #walter hale #marlyn mason #1969 #60s elvis #elvis the king #Youtube

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sissylittlefeather · 10 months ago

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I LOVE Walter Hale. Please enjoy this edit because screw TikTok.

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis edit #Elvis edits #elvis Presley edit #walter hale #Walter hale edit #the trouble with girls

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vintagepresley · 1 year ago

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Little Walter

Here's a little Walter Hale fic based off my storyline with the AI. A lot of you already know Walter AI somehow is my child. So, I wanted to write a cute little fic about it. This may end up having more parts because there's so many things I can write about. But anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this cute little story.

Being a single mother wasn’t always the easiest job, but it was a job you loved and cherished more than anything because your little boy was your whole world. Walter was sweet, caring, shy, silly, and a little spoiled. The two of you did everything together and some would say he was a mama’s boy and they wouldn’t be wrong. Walter never wanted to be away from you that you even slept in the same bed because he was too scared to sleep on his own. You did everything for him and loved it. You loved that this tiny human depended on you so much and your biggest fear was him growing up and no longer needing you as much. But you did your best to not dwell on that. You wanted to focus on the present and the little six year old boy who needed you. Who needed his mama more than anything.

Morning had slowly crept up and per usual Walter was snuggled up and sleeping right in your arms and just like every morning he woke up before you. His eyes fluttered open as he let out a tiny yawn as his small body wiggled in your arms as he turned to face you. He smiled when he saw you always fearing that you would be gone whenever he woke up and as he began to rub the sleep out of his eyes he whispered softly as his little fingers tapped your shoulder.

“Mama.. Mama..” he whispered softly, trying to wake you. But when he saw you weren’t opening your eyes he tapped your shoulder more and now he spoke in a normal tone. “Mama! Wake up.. I’m awake now!” he said loudly and now he mushed his little face against yours and a small giggle escaped him as he repeated the word, “Mama” over and over. You were finally being awakened from your deep sleep to the sound of his little voice and the feeling of his face against yours and you slowly opened your sleep-covered eyes to see his dark hair falling over them and you let out a tired chuckle.

“Walter.. Why are you up so early, honey?” you said groggily.

The very sound of your voice got him excited that he finally lifted his face from yours and now his face was directly in yours and he was smiling happily. “Hi mama!” he giggled. You couldn’t help but giggle along with him.

“Hi baby.” you cooed.

“I’m hungry.. Can we have pancakes, mama?” he asked as he bounced up and down in place.

You nodded your head slowly at his words and then you pretended to fall back to sleep, fake snoring and all. Walter shook you now unaware that you were just pretending. “Mama wake up!!!!” he shouted. You giggled softly and then opened your eyes and immediately attacked his face with kisses which caused him to squeal and giggle loudly. “Mama!” he squealed as he fell back against the bed in such a giggling fit.

You laughed softly and stopped and gave him a smile as you sat up in the bed. “Alright.. Alright.. I’m up. What kind of pancakes did you want, honey?” you said softly.

Walter sat back up and he smiled widely as he took a moment to think about that question. “Chocolate chip!” he blurted out and before you could even respond he was climbing out of the bed and running to the kitchen and you laughed to yourself and tiredly got up and followed behind him. You could hear the sound of his little feet hitting against the kitchen floor as he jumped up and down excitedly. “Can I help make the pancakes, mama? Can I?! Can I?!” he said quickly.

You chuckled and nodded your head. “Course you can, sweetie.” you hummed. You picked him up and set him down on the kitchen counter and he watched as you gathered all the ingredients and mixing bowl and setting them on the counter. You smiled at him as you opened the pancake mix and Walter stared at you curiously with his big blue eyes.

“Mama?” he asked.

“Yes?” you hummed.

“Can I pour it into the bowl?” he said cutely.

You raised an eyebrow and then nodded slowly.

“Sure, but make sure you get it in the bowl.” you said.

You handed the box to him and he gripped it tight in his little hands and he was so excited as he tilted the pancake mix box over and began to shake the contents out. Most of which was getting in the bowl and the countertop. You watched as he was beginning to make a mess and you tried to reach over to help him but he shook his head.

“Mama no! I wanna do it! I’m a big boy.” he huffed.

You let out a soft sigh and clenched your jaw from the sight of the mess and you nodded slowly, not wanting to upset him. “Of course. My big boy.” you smiled. He beamed and continued to pour more until he felt it was enough. It was plenty. “You did such a good job, honey.” you hummed, taking the box and then adding the water to it. You picked up the mixing spoon and Walter held his hands out.

“I wanna do it!” he says excitedly.

You laugh.

“Okay, okay.” you handed it to him and watched as he began to mix and he had such a concentrated look on his face that made you giggle and watched as he made an even bigger mess and you grabbed the chocolate chips and dumped them inside the bowl as he continued to mix it all up and you got the pan heated up.

“Mama! I finished mixing it!” he says happily.

You smile and walk over to see the batter all mixed and you kiss his forehead softly. “Good job, baby.” you smiled and mixed it a little more and brought it over to the stove and she poured some of the batter in the pan. Walter smiled and swung his feet back and forth as he watched you.

“Mama? Can I go watch cartoons?” he asked with a smile.

“Sure, honey.” you said softly, checking on the pancakes before walking over to him and setting him back down on the ground and she watched as he ran off to the living room and he turned the television on and he sat down watching his favorite cartoon and giggling to himself. You smiled hearing him giggle as you made the pancakes. After a while you plated the pancakes for the both of you and you called him back into the kitchen and he came running in.

“Yay, pancakes!! Chocolatey chippy pancakes!” he shouted happily.

You laughed and shook your head and as you were getting ready to cut up his pancakes but then he tugged at your pajama pants. “Mama no! I wanna eat them like a big boy! Please?” he said softly as he looked up at you with his big blue eyes that always just made you melt.

“Aw, okay, my sweet boy.” you nodded and loved that he wanted to do big boy things and just things on his own, but it made you a little sad because you loved doing those things for him. Walter smiled and ran over to the table and he climbed into a chair and sat down and you set his pancakes in front of him and sat beside him with your own plate. Walter began to poke at the two pancakes on his plate as he tried to figure out how to eat them. You watched him curiously and smiled and suddenly he stuck his fork in the one pancake and lifted it up and he took a messy bite out of it. You shook your head as syrup dripped from the sides of his mouth and onto his pajamas and he huffed as he set his pancake down and he looked at you.

“Mama?” he said softly.

“Yessss?” you replied in a sing-song voice.

“C.. Can you cut up my pancakes, please?” he says in the sweetest voice.

“I thought you wanted to eat like a big boy?” you responded.

Walter shook his head and he pushed the plate toward you. “Please mama?” he said sweetly.

You smiled warmly at him and nodded, taking his plate. “Of course, my sweet little baby.” you grinned and took your knife and his fork and began to cut up his pancakes into little pieces for him. He smiled happily, he loved that no matter what he always had his mama to rely on to help him. You finished cutting up his pancakes and slid the plate back to him and he beamed happily as he sat up on his knees in his chair and began to eat the pancakes with his hands, stuffing his little mouth. “Thank you, mama!” he said with his mouth full and he leaned over and gave you a syrup covered kiss on the cheek. You laughed and kissed his cheek right back.

“You’re welcome, baby.” you hummed, he was such a mess and you knew you’d be putting him in the bath right after he eats, but you didn’t care. A simple little thing like him needing his pancakes cut up made you so happy because he wasn’t completely ready to be doing “big boy” things by himself yet.

Just tagging a few people who interact with my Walter posts.

@kiankiwi @flwrs4aust @kendralavon7 @ashtag6887 @presley72elvis @kaiistheguy

#elvis presley #Walter hale #fanfic #Walter hale ai

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