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stellaisinlove · 1 year

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Our Secret

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: After filming a movie with your coworker, Henry. The two of you have press work to do. Traveling around the world and answering questions from interviewers each day. It can get tiring but it can also lead to a new beginning.

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I have always been a fan of Henry Cavill. I admired him, not just for his good looks but for his remarkable talent in acting. So when I found out that I would be starring alongside him in an upcoming movie, I couldn't help but scream.

Our chemistry on set was undeniable, and our scenes together were electric.

When it came to press week, Henry and I found ourselves doing interviews with one another. Spending almost every day together. Neither of us getting annoyed with the other.

We got the usual questions and gave the usual answers.

"What was your favorite scene to film?"

"Tell people what they should most anticipate from this movie."

When it came to the interviewer asking me what I thought about Henry and what Henry thought about me. We gave a polite, generic answer before moving on to the next question.

During a particularly long press day, we took our seats in two director chairs with the poster of our movie behind us. We sat there making small talk before the Interviewer entered, being fashionably late.

Although it was just an interview, I still wanted to look my best. Wearing a dress that I found laying in my closet a couple of weeks ago before the press started. Although, I didn't think the dress was very special. Henry did, his eyes were on me like glue. He zoned out, staring at me not caring about what the unprofessional interviewer was asking.

As the interview went on, she asked me a question that I could suspect from a mile away. "What's the chemistry like on set for you two?"

I chuckled and shook my head, "It's easy to get distracted...I mean, have you seen Henry? It's hard not to have a crush on him." I laughed brushing it off. I knew more than half the girls watching this interview agreed with me.

Henry left his trance. Trying to put together what he just heard come out of my mouth. He blinked, nodding his head trying not to open his mouth and say something he shouldn't say in front of the camera.

"And you, Henry?" The interviewer asked.

Henry scoffed before giving a small smirk. His blue eyes trailed down my body. "Well...I, too, get distracted during scenes. The number of times I had to call 'line' because I was too busy admiring how she looked..." Henry smirked turning his head to look into my eyes. I looked right back at him.

Our eyes locked, and the interviewer's questions faded into the background. It was as if we were the only two people in the room. I felt my cheeks get warm as Henry's eyes trailed down to my lips, a soft smile stretched on my face. The tension between us was palpable.

"Well, that's all the questions I have. Thank you for coming." The camera switched off.

"Thank you!" Henry and I said in sync, jumping out of our seats and to the exit.

Out front was the black van with tinted windows, waiting to pick us up. Henry walked ahead of me. Opening the car door and letting me in first. I sat down with a sigh, laying back in my chair. Henry sitting beside me, buckling his seatbelt.

"Thank God today is over." I groaned before buckling my own.

Henry gave a soft laugh before looking out the window.

We were currently in London for press. Driving down the busy streets of traffic. Henry would occasionally point out places he'd been to when he was little. He suggested that when we had a day off he would show me the city. Saying he would take me to all the Michelin-star restaurants that I wanted to go to.

Once we were at the hotel we rushed to check into our rooms.. Both our managers gave us the best Suites the Hotel could offer and we were eager to see them. "You can leave your bags here, someone will bring them to you shortly." The concierge smiled.

Henry and I entered the elevator, clicking the button that said '20' on it. The elevator doors slid open and we stepped into the hallway, about to part ways but, I was stopped by Henry's voice.

"Y/N, Can I talk to you for a moment?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

I nodded, feeling my nerves jump as my eyes connected with his. "Of course, what's up?"

Henry took a deep breath, "I can't keep acting like there's nothing there, Y/N... I have feelings for you, and I can't keep pushing that down and ignoring it..."

My heart skipped a beat. We both knew damn well there was something there, but neither of us knew how or when to bring it up, and thank God he did it before me. I had the largest smile on my face, Henry waits for my response.

"I've felt the same way for...such a long time." I whisper.

Henry took my hand in his, I looked down and noticed how perfectly my hand fits in his, it was smaller than his but not by a lot. His hands were warm and smoother than I thought. " I don't want to waste any more time pretending... I want to be with you."

I smiled, feeling warmth in my chest, "I want to be with you too. But, what about our jobs?"

"That doesn't matter." He said moving his hand up to cup my cheek. "It can be our secret..."

I leaned my head into his touch with a relaxed smile. His hand warming up my even warmer face.

"Ahem,"

The two of us snapped back to reality to see a bellboy with our bags. He handed them to us before rushing back to the elevator acting as if he didn't see anything.

We looked at each other awkwardly not knowing what to do next.

"I should go to my room now..."

Henry cleared his throat and gave a nod. "Right," I could see the pink stretching on his face.

I made it to my room and threw my bag onto the ground. Slipping off my shoes, I fall onto my bed and lay there for a moment, trying to recall what had just happened. When I finally realize what this meant I squeal, covering my face as I can feel my body full of butterflies.

I sit up in my bed and look out the window at the most incredible view. Maybe I should get out for a little bit, and see the city. Before I could even get up there was a knock at my door. I slip my shoes back on and look through the peephole to see Henry standing there.

I open the door and he's looking down at me with another smile of his.

"How about that restaurant?" He asked.

I didn't hesitate. I nodded my head and held out my hand, he placed his in mine without a second thought.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x y/n #actor #actress #superman #clark kent x y/n #fanfiction #dc universe #actor x reader #x reader #x y/n #fluff #celebrity #celebrity x reader

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gatabella · 5 months

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How Ava Gardner Saved Carrie Fisher’s Life

On the afternoon that Debbie Reynolds married her third husband Richard Hamlett in 1984, Carrie Fisher called her mom from London to wish her well and apologize for not being at the wedding, explaining that she wasn’t feeling well. Carrie (to her great credit) was always honest about her addiction issues and struggles with bipolar disorder, but at the time she was going through a difficult period at the end of her brief marriage to singer Paul Simon and trying to hide her problems from her mother. Debbie, however, sensed that something was wrong and when she tried to call Carrie back and she didn’t answer the phone, she panicked. Debbie then called the hotel’s front desk and asked if they’d go to Carrie’s room and check on her, but they refused, not believing they were actually speaking to Debbie Reynolds. “It was close to one in the morning in London, and somehow I had to save my daughter. Who did I know there who could help? Frantic, I asked the concierge, ‘Would you go to Carrie’s room if Ava Gardner came to the hotel and went with you?’ In the moment of silence it took him to process this and agree, I prayed that my good friend would be true to her reputation, still awake in the wee hours and sipping champagne at home. Thank goodness she was. ‘I’ll sure as hell take care of it,’ Ava said when I explained the situation to her. Ava had handled everyone from Frank Sinatra to bullfighters in Spain. I was confident one London concierge would be no match for her. Ava rushed to the St. James Hotel the instant after we’d first spoken. When she and the manager opened the door to Carrie’s room, they found my daughter asleep on the floor, all of her clothes still on, including her shoes. The television was playing and all the windows were open, chilling the room. Ava called a doctor, who gave Carrie the medical treatment she needed. Carrie had not overdosed, although she had taken many more pills than a person should. Ava stayed with Carrie until she was sure she was out of danger. In our last phone call, many hours later, I thanked Ava for taking care of Carrie and making sure she was safe. I knew that words could never express how grateful I truly was. I trusted that my dear friend would understand.”

-from Unsinkable: A Memoir by Debbie Reynolds and Dorian Hannaway, William Morrow (2013)

#ava gardner #debbie reynolds #carrie fisher #quote

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subformuscularalpha · 1 year

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"Hey, why is such a handsome boy sitting alone in the bar?" The guy I had been checking for the last hour suddenly dropped down on the couch next to me.

"I'm... My friends wanted to dance", I pointed to the other room where music was coming from.

"And they left you alone here?"

"I'm not really keen on dancing", I felt embarrassed in the presence of such a good looking man. And I couldn't stop looking at his biceps — shirt's sleeves were lying so tightly around them, it seemed like they were about to burst.

"I'm Vlad", he extended his hand.

"Jake", I put my trembling hand in his and felt the warmth of his palm. Vlad gave me a firm handshake and then moved his hand on the back of the couch, inviting me to get closer to him.

We started chatting. Vlad was in his early thirties and was already working as a senior manager in a local tech company. I managed to get to know a little bit more about his life and job but it was more like Vlad asking questions and me answering them. He wanted to know everything about me and he was into asserting his dominance in that way. I couldn't withstand him and I enjoyed that. The way he looked at me and the way he talked was seductive and was showing his self-confidence.

When a waitress was walking next to us, he snapped her attention. "Another mojito for the boy, please. And whiskey for me". The girl nodded and headed to the counter. A moment later she returned with two glasses.

I didn't notice how I slowly moved closer to Vlad. He then wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pressed me against him, so that now I could smell his strong body odor mixed with a nice cologne, and feel his warm and hard body next to mine. As we were drinking, he moved his arm away from my shoulders and instead put it on my thigh. He rubbed my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. Then his hand moved to my crotch and clenched around my weenie. Vlad's hand was big enough to easily encircle my penis and balls all together. The glass almost fell down from my hands as a stroke of sensation hit my body. Fuck, I was so close to cum at that moment. Vlad wasn't squeezing my crotch to hurt me, it was just a way of marking his property.

After we finished our drinks, Vlad proposed to move to a better place. He paid the bill even though I tried to protest. "Don't worry, boy, a man should take care of such things". Then he led me to his apartment that was right around the corner.

It was a pretty luxurious complex with a concierge that welcomed us in the entrance hall. We took the elevator up. The corridor up there was clean with white walls and a marmour floor. Vlad led me to his apartment.

We entered into a living room which was combined with a kitchen and dining area. There was a modern couch in the middle of the room and a big plasma TV on the wall. The whole room was furnished in a modern style combining wooden texture with dark colors.

Towering over me, Vlad pressed me against the wall, grabbed my jaws with his big hand and started kissing me. His lips pressed over mine with a strong sensuality and his tongue forced my mouth open and started exploring it. The harsh stubble of his beard rubbed against my sensitive skin, while his hands caressed my body. He touched my arms, then moved to my hips and then down to my ass. He squeezed my buttocks through the pants and I gave out a small moan of pleasure.

I enjoyed the moment but at the same time I was frightened. I had often dreamt about being used by a man like Vlad but I had never experienced it in real life. Being trapped between a wall and his rock hard body, I knew there was nothing I could control.

Vlad ripped my shirt off and threw it away. After undoing my belt and unbuttoning my jeans, he picked me up and threw over his shoulder like a child. He pulled my pants and briefs off in one swift movement, leaving me all naked. Actually almost naked — as the last, Vlad took my shoes off and carried me to his bedroom.

Before being thrown on the bed, I got a firm smack on my bare butt, that made me squeak in pain. Vlad stood in front of the bed. His muscles were bulging out of his clothes. He quickly took his clothes off and stood there revealing his incredibly beautiful body. My eyes wandered over his body and stopped at the thick shaft that was hanging between his legs. It wasn't even hard yet but it already seemed to be around 7 inches long. I knew what he was about to do next and I was scared. I had never had a man inside of me before. Not even mentioning such an endowed one.

Vlad jumped on the bed and spread my legs. I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my hole. He put his one hand on my neck pressing me against the bed and used his other one to direct his dick. I took a deep breath as he pushed inside of me. I closed my eyes and moaned. At the same moment Vlad pressed his lips against my mouth and continued moving deeper inside of me. I felt my body stretching over his growing member. I started crying and tried to push him away but I wasn't able to move him even a little bit. He was controlling everything and I just had to obey.

Vlad broke our kiss and looked into my eyes. There was something in them saying "you're mine now". He put his hands on my waist and slowly pulled me closer until his balls pressed against my butt. He then stopped for a moment, "Are you ok, boy?". I nodded my head while my eyes were all red from crying. It hurt so much but at the same time it felt so good.

Vlad pulled his cock a bit out and pounded back inside of me. He started moving his hips back and forth faster and faster. My body was shaking from the pain and pleasure. My ass was burning and it felt like Vlad's massive coke was pushing from inside of my belly. I closed my eyes... It seemed like it was going to last forever. But then Vlad thrusted deep inside of me and stopped. Shots of his cum unloaded into my gut while drops of his sweat were falling down on my face.

Vlad pulled his cock out and dropped on the bed next to me, "How did you like it, boy?"

I was barely able to speak and my inner self felt so empty. I turned to Vlad and crawled under his armpit. "It was... awesome...", I managed to say.

#vladogerasimov #alpha #master #muscular

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csuitebitches · 3 months

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What do you think about consumerism in relation to the "hypergamous" lifestyle?

Great question. I'm going to be honest with you. There’s no point in sharing my opinion, I’d rather share my observation.

there is this perception that you have to spend crazy $$, wear designer, go on expensive holidays, be a part of exclusive member-only clubs in order to bag a wealthy guy. The thinking is, “if I look the part, I will fit right in.”

let me break it to you. If you’re Asian, Middle Eastern - you come from a culture that basically defines marriage as something between two families and not individuals - you could live the above lifestyle, live way beyond your means but your chances of bagging a wealthy guy are low. If you do not have the family background or education level to support your lifestyle to be with a rich guy, it’s going to be very difficult, not impossible. You could bag someone who is upper middle class, but definitely not the 0.01%.

While it’s true that the rich do spend like crazy - you have to understand that (especially in Asians) the level of spending is completely different. They can book a first class emirates flight without caring about rates, they have access to concierge services, the circles are small but tight. It is extremely difficult to break into these if you don’t have the money or are extremely good friends with someone who is in this circle. To keep up with this circle is another financial headache.

The consumerism is crazy, it is high yes, but often it’s for things you might not expect. “Silent luxury”, investing in jewellery, properties, experiences, hobbies, drivers, PAs, 24/7 staff to take care of your home, having personal managers at the banks that have your accounts, seeing the top CEOs, politicians, actors etc as regular people - keeping up is not easy. Even if we look at normal stuff, like shopping for clothes - they’re able to blow this thousands of $ on a simple Hermes tea cup set, break it, and buy another one very nonchalantly. Not to mention the constant social gatherings, the clothes (god forbid you repeat), your life’s experiences etc etc. Women here don’t work to maintain their lifestyle, they work to enjoy what they are doing. Even if they stop working tomorrow, they will be financially taken care of by their families or husbands.

hypergamy here is completely different and obstructed. Let’s take my own example. I date boys that my family picks out for me - boys whose families own massive conglomerates, who are cultured and sophisticated, etc etc. I ended things with my last boyfriend because of multiple things, but what mattered most was that my father felt that he wouldn’t be able to provide for me the way I was used to all my life. (Even tho my ex came from a wealthy background too). At every social gathering that my parents organise or take me to, I’ve got my parents friends asking my parents if I’m single, if I’m interested in meetings their sons, etc etc. Dating and marrying hypergamously in Asian and Middle Eastern cultures is very much a family affair. There is a lot of talk that happens in these circles - who married who, whose kids are dating who, did you hear that A’s son fell in love with some middle class girl he met in college - not to your face, but behind your back.

What I’m trying to say is - you could look the part but still not bag the guy. You could dress nice, you could wear expensive perfume and make up but in the end, backgrounds are vetted extremely carefully. Especially in today’s day and age where looking the part has become easier than ever. So now when you tie this to consumerism, you can see why it can be difficult to keep up with this level of consumerism and spending. And even if you can - that may not guarantee anything. Unfortunately life isn’t like kdramas and some rich guy isn’t going to take pity on you and transform your life when he could just be with someone who has a similar upbringing which is more comfortable.

I’m not sure if I answered your question correctly, but I assumed that you were basically asking me if looking the part can get you any points in the hypergamy scene.

#q/a

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 7 months

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Arranged verse is BEGGING for a “there was only one bed” troupe

"I'm sorry Mr. Wayne, under the circumstances-"

The concierge was clearly ready to panic. Or faint. Or Vomit. Or some combination of the three. Something had gone horribly wrong in the system and instead of a proper suite there was one bedroom with admittedly a king-size bed and a few amenities but... not what was booked. NOT a penthouse.

"It's alright," Bruce said giving the poor man his most charming smile. "It's late. We're tired. I'm sure we can hash it all out in the morning."

"Absolutely." You smile reasuringly and make a mental note to have your gown sent out for dry cleaning- trying to ignore the anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

"I'll call my manager and-"

"In the morning," Bruce said, patting your arm. "After 20 hours in the air I don't think it matters what you sleep on so long as it's a bed, huh, sweetheart?"

"So long as it's clean-"

"Spotless, Mrs. Wayne," he promised, crossing his heart and breathing a sigh of relief. He'd been ready for a full blown tantrum. But- he doubted that you'd want to sleep in a suite that the owners son had just finished a coke fueled three day party in before they'd had time to call in a hazmat team... Not that he could say that.

Instead, he sent a text to his manager and told him to make sure there was champagne and a couple massage booked as he watched Bruce hold the Elevator door for you. And prayed that you didn't REALLY have a pair of white gloves to inspect for dust. Or god forbid a black light. Somethings were just out of his control altogether.

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Bruce could have stayed in the hot water forever. But he knew, despite your polite insistence that he should go first you were just as tired and just as ready for bed. So he tried to hurry.

And tried not to wonder about your interest in Harvey Dent. He wasn't vain enough to think that it couldn't be romantic. Though- you'd always been... careful. Nothing was a secret. You met, if you met, in the open. And nothing on your phone was ever hidden.

Spite, maybe? To spite him or your parents? You weren't stupid. You knew you appealed to men. And you had to know Harvey had a crush on you. And you had to know that doing ANYTHING with dent would give your father a stroke.

What was Harvey's appeal to you? Was it your need to feel safe now that Batman could no longer do it for you? Spite? A little bit of an ego boost? Friendship? You always had a long game- or at least it seemed like you did.

But worse- if it was romantic would he stop you? He didn't even know if you could ever want him that way. Not that he blamed you. After everything. After willingly treating you like an object.

He promised you it wouldn't be a horror story. And with that in mind, he shouldered the bathroom door open, pausing for just a second.

Realizing that in the year and change he'd been married to you this was the most undressed he'd ever been in front of you. Nothing but some white terrycloth tucked around his hips. And he didn't know why but the realization made him blush.

"Do you need help with your dress?" he mumbled.

"I got into it on my own," you remind him, carefully not looking at him. Trying not to look at the scars you'd once traced with your fingertips and remember how safe you'd felt despite the relative danger. The scourge of Gotham's underworld and- you give yourself a mental shake and gesture to where you made yourself a little bed where you could sleep sitting up with an extra blanket using an ottoman and a chair. "You'll need to lie down. You'll need-"

"We'll talk about that in a minute," Bruce said, glancing at your little arrangment with a frown. Absolutely not. "Your turn. I'll see if the kitchen will send us up a late dinner."

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #arranged!verse2.0

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humanitashealthcare · 1 year

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3 Reasons To Get Telehealthcare For Chronic Disease Management

In recent years, the healthcare landscape has undergone a remarkable transformation, thanks to the rapid advancement of technology. One area that has witnessed significant growth and innovation is telehealth, which allows patients to receive medical care remotely, leveraging telecommunications and digital platforms. Telehealth has emerged as a promising solution for chronic disease management, offering numerous benefits and addressing several challenges associated with traditional healthcare settings. Read More: https://www.homepros411.com/articles/3-reasons-to-get-telehealthcare-for-chronic-disease-management

#chronic disease management #Concierge telehealth medical care in home Bronx #Concierge telehealth medical care in home Brooklyn

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pascalscoffin · 6 months

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Bad Idea

Full Pedro Masterlist

No this is not inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s song

Warnings: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: unprotected p in v sex (do what you want, heathens); oral (f receiving); biting; Dieter gives a pussy she/her pronouns; “choking”; Dieters a menace. Reader works at the hotel and just can’t follow literally one of the only rules DONT FUCK THEM

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You never really fawned over celebrities before, you never really understood the hype, they were just normal people that made it onto tv more often than most normal people. Anyway, that’s what you used to think, but being the concierge of a fancy ass hotel in England quickly taught you otherwise.

Sure, celebrities wanted you to think they were normal, just regular people milling through their day with an annoying boss- their bosses were in fact annoying- but these people were far from normal, most of them had absolutely insane views, or requested absolutely ridiculous things from you or the other hotel workers. And they never fucking tipped. Ever.

So, the ‘do not fuck them’ rule was never really a problem for you, sure your favorite celebrity would come in, you’d get the butterflies and the nervous feelings- and then they opened their mouth and they were just… horrible, and any infatuation you’d had for them would be gone immediately.

When you heard a whole slew of them would be bubbling in the hotel you worked at, you seriously considered completely resigning from the job altogether and finding a new one, you didn’t want to be stuck in a hotel with those people for three months! Filling their ridiculous requests and making them feel good about themselves when they inevitably crash, because they always do.

Ronjon, though, had somehow managed to convince you not to, and now here you were, standing at the front desk of the hotel as the actors got taken care of outside before coming in. It was the Cliffbeasts cast and crew, Cliffbeasts, while it was an okay movie, ultimately did… nothing for you because you really would rather just go watch Jurassic Park.

Not to mention the cast of the Cliffbeasts movies made you want to shoot yourself in the face. Sean Knox was a “wellness guru” though something felt fishy there to you, like maybe he didn’t believe in it or something, or maybe like it was a cult. Carol Cobb.. you weren’t sure why you didn’t like her, she was a decent actress.. well despite that half-Pakistani half-Israeli role she’d recently done but you couldn’t really blame her for that… could you? Lauren Van Champ… you really really didn’t like Lauren, her nasally cry thing was annoying, her Cliffbeasts accent was just… too harsh, and her all around… everything just made you not like her. Her husband Dustin Mulray was a class A fucking asshole, drunk and disorderlies, screaming at old ladies, he was even seen flipping off a seven year old one time.

Krystal Kris was a new face to the movies, a young girl famous on TikTok for her choreography.. if you can call swaying your ass back and forth choreography. Howie Frangopolous was a good actor with some truly comedic gold lines, though a bit hot headed according to tabloids.

And then there was Dieter Bravo. Dieter was probably the only one that didn’t put on a show for people, didn’t try to make his life seem more or less fabulous, he didn’t dress up for anything that wasn’t a tv interview or an award show, though you figured if he could dress like a hobo to those things he probably would.

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You’d heard Dieter was a man whore, giving himself over to any woman or guy that was willing to lay under or on top of him. So, you expected him to be.. less than appropriate. Maybe a scandalous comment here and there, or sultry looks, you didn’t know, but you were determined to stick your ground and not fall into any traps.

That proved difficult, though, because it seemed like every time you went to Dieter’s room to collect a service tray, or bring him food or clean towels, he wanted a serving platter once and hasn’t returned it yet, he was pretty much fucking naked, door flung all the way open with his arms stretched out, sometimes in a bathrobe, other times in a wool brown robe you often thought about feeling anywhere on your skin that wasn’t your fingertips. Always with a cheeky, sexual grin as he tried to coax you into his chamber of pleasure, you’d decline with a comment about him having a fist and internet before practically sprinting away from him.

You’d tried not to be around him too much if you didn’t have to go to his room, feeling your resolve crack each time he’d flash you that stupid fucking smile that made your heart palpitate. The stars were having dinner together tonight though so you wouldn’t be able to avoid him like you’d hoped.

You walked over to him and Carol when you noticed he didn’t have any water and motioned to his water class with the pitcher in your hand. “Would you like some more?” Dieter looked over at you quickly and grinned over the top of his sunglasses. “Yes. Please.” He reached for his water quickly and extended it out to you, gazing up at you with those big brown eyes.

God you had to get away from him, away from this room, before your resolve completely shattered and you were begging him to just take you right then and there. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea. Repeated in your head like a mantra as you poured his water and then rushed away from him, feeling your face start to warm up under his heated gaze.

Dieter stared at you like that all night, like he knew something you didn’t know and it was driving you crazy. At the end of the dinner you rushed to help clean everything up as the actors started to file out of the room. Dieter, though, hung by the entry way, watching you as you scampered around the dining area.

When you made your way out you stopped in front of Dieter and put on your most professional smile. “What can I get for you, Dieter.” Dieter looked down at you and tilted his head a little.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?” Your eyes widened and you jerked your head behind you to make sure your coworkers hadn’t heard, opening and closing your mouth before looking at Dieter. “That’s unprofessional, Dieter.” You stuttered, trying to move past him.

He followed you, though, and continued. “That wasn’t a no.” He looked at you and you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s a bad idea.” “Again, that’s not a no.” You sighed harder this time and stopped, turning to face him. “Do you actually want to have sex with me or just sex with something?” Dieter opened and closed his mouth and you raised a brow. “Find me with an answer and I’ll give you mine.” “Yours?” Dieter perked up and his eyes fell to your crotch. You scoffed and slapped under his chin. “My answer.” You rolled your eyes. “Now go to your room and take a cold shower or something.”

“Cold showers don’t work.” Dieter grumbled as he slouched away, bath robe swinging side to side with a big pout on his face. You shook your head and went back to doing your work, rubbing your wrist against your forehead.

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Two days later Dieter was asking for chocolate strawberries and rosé to be brought to his room- by you specifically. When you got to his room you tapped your knuckles against it and hummed as you waited for him to open the door.

When he opened it, he actually had pants on this time, well not pants, more like those dress shorts you usually hated on men but… they looked good on Dieter. And of course, he had on that brown robe again. He looked godly, really.

“Hi. Come in.” Dieter stepped to the side quickly and you raised a brow before stepping into the room a when he motioned you in before closing the door. You looked at the door, and then Dieter.

“I thought about what you said.” He nodded and sat on the sofa, patting the cushion next to him. This is a bad idea. Echoed in your head as you slowly set the strawberries and rosé down, sitting down next to him even slower as you pressed your hands into your skirt. “Okay…”

You didn’t actually expect him to think about it. You thought maybe he’d give up the chase and try to find someone else in the hotel or maybe finally cave in and just fuck his god damn fist- no such luck, though.

“I thought about it a lot. Like a lot. I haven’t slept. Well I slept but only for like thirty minutes and then I dreamt about it.” You blinked and motioned for him to continue. “Okay…” he nodded. “I wanna have sex with you. Anybody else is just confident. Around.” He shrugged. “Besides… I’ve wanted to taste you since the second I walked into the hotel.”

You widened your eyes a little and let out a little scoff. “What?” “That’s why I keep asking people if they wanna have sex. I keep thinking about you. About how your pussy would taste. How she looks. Fuck I bet she’s pretty.” His eyes are glued to your skirt now, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as you looked anywhere but at him because you had one sliver of resolve left and you could already feel it starting to slip away right into Dieter’s thick fingers for him to just completely obliterate.

“Dieter you can’t-“ Dieter was in your personal space now, practically sitting on you but not necessarily in your face or anything. “Bet she glitters like fucking gold when she’s all wet and waiting for somebody’s cock.” And then his hand is sliding under your skirt and his lips are on your neck. “I bet she’s soft and warm and tight. I bet she’ll flutter like a fucking butterfly when I finally let her cum.” And that was it.

You whined and grabbed Dieter’s wrist to push his hand under your skirt, taking a deep breath when his large warm hand settled over your panties, already wet with your arousal. Dieter groaned low in his chest before slipping his hand into your panties and resuming his assault on your neck, getting more aggressive.

“Need you to say it.” He shifted so he was turned towards you better. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” He nipped at your jawline lightly, causing you to shudder as your eyelids fluttered, moaning softly. “Dieter- need you to fuck me. Please.” You scratched his forearm lightly. “Please.”

Dieter pulled away and was quickly tugging your blouse of your skirt and started yanking it over your head before kissing your chest, biting down on the flesh of your left breast. You yelped a little and looked down at him as he slid his tongue over the bite and grinned before lifting you up so he could unzip your skirt before tugging it down.

Once he had your clothes off and you were sitting there in your bra and panties, he stood up and put his hands on his hips, getting a good at you. “Fuck you look gorgeous.” He mumbled, licking his lips before leaning down and slamming his lips against yours.

You pushed into the kiss eagerly and let out a soft moan, grabbing his robe and pulling him down on top of you, pressing up against him. Dieter moaned happily and pressed his hips down into yours eagerly, letting out a shuttery breath.

“Gotta taste you. Fuck. I’ve been wanting to taste you.” He reached behind you to unhook your bra, nipping lightly at your nipples before trailing down your torso and to where he really wanted to be.

“She’s crying for me, baby. You shouldn’t deprive a lady of what she wants.” Dieter shook his head and pulled your panties down, groaning happily and closing his eyes before pressing his face deep into your pussy.

You gasped and looked down at him with wide eyes, moaning loudly and gripping the couch cushions tightly, trembling a little. “Dieter- fuck.” You pushed your hips up into his mouth and whined softly, looking down at him.

Dieter peered up at you through his lashes, humming happily and sucking on your clit like a pacifier. Your back arched as you gasped loudly, moaning as your eyelids fell shut, dropping your head back as you rocked your hips up into his mouth eagerly, your hands moving from the cushions to his hair when he slid his tongue into you and started fucking you with it.

You’d never really enjoyed oral before, most guys that tried were rushing so they could get to their prize, bury themselves in you and then never call you again. Dieter, though, Dieter ate pussy like his life absolutely depended on whether or not you came. His tongue massaged every inch eagerly but not too eager to the point where he was rushed and sloppy.

His movements were calculated, lips moving like he was having the most intense make out session, sloppy wet sounds mixing with his moans and groans, fingernails dug deep into your skin. He was actually enjoying it, his own hips pushing against the air as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, whining and begging you to cum on his tongue.

It wasn’t long before your brows furrowed and your mouth fell open, her legs shaking and closing around his head as you came with a loud cry of his name, trembling a little and tangling your fingers tightly in the hair on the back of his head, keeping him in place even if he made no movements to pull away.

After a moment, though, he tapped your thigh and you felt your cheeks warm up more than they already. Your skin was practically on fire, already a little damp from the exertion. You slowly opened your legs and Dieter pulled up with a small gasp, panting softly as he grinned cheekily, face shiny with your juices.

You blinked rapidly as you looked at him and shifted a little. “Knew she tasted good. Taste.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours tightly, pulling you closer to him as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You moaned happily and tangled your tongue with his. Dieter wasn’t really the type to wipe his face, instead opting for leaving your juices there, sliding his tongue wherever he could get it on his face before he was picking you up and carrying you over to his bed.

You yelped when he threw you down on it and laughed as you looked up at him. “Keep it on.” You said quickly when he went to take off the coat, raising a brow at you. “What?”

“I…” you huffed. “You come to the door naked in the coat constantly and you’re not gonna fuck me in it?” You pouted. “A little lack-luster if you ask me, Dieter.”

Dieter blinked and slowly let go of the coat with a grin, humming. “Alright.” He moved down to his shorts and undid them before pushing them down- commando- you expected nothing less from him.

“God I’ve been dreaming about this since I got here. Been wanting to bury myself in this warm pussy.” Dieter purred and kissed you deeply as he pushed your legs apart and slotted himself between them, grinding against you but not quite sliding in yet.

“Please, Dieter. Need you.” You begged, grabbing his shoulders under the jacket as you peered up at him, trying to tug him closer. “Can’t stop thinking about it. Please.”

Dieter grinned and chuckled a little as he started kissing your neck. “So impatient.” “Says the guys who’s been begging me to fuck him for three weeks.” Dieter laughed again and lifted up so he could watch as he grabbed the base of his dick and guided it into you slowly, groaning happily.

“Look at how hungry she is.” He mumbled softly, sliding his thumb over your clit slowly. “Swallowing me up so good. Didn’t even need to stretch her out.” He ran his hands over you slowly, pulling out and then sliding back in, groaning. “God it looks so pretty. Fuck. Got me all soaked already.” He dropped his head back as he bottomed out, eyelids fluttering as he closed them.

“Dieter~” you whimpered, you were honestly surprised you hadn’t needed any stretching, Dieter was definitely the biggest guy you’d been with, not in just one aspect but individually you’ve been with men that compared either girth wise or length wise. But you’d never been with someone as long and as girthy as Dieter, your legs shook as you hooked them around his waist, sliding under the coat as you whined.

“Fuck you feel so good.” Dieter groaned into your neck, starting to bite and suck on your neck. “Harder- Dieter, harder. Please.” You begged him, tugging him closer and leaning up to kiss him eagerly as he started fucking into you harder, huffing softly.

“Listen to you, baby. You sound so fucking pretty- fuck- gonna have to keep you around huh?” He kissed your jaw lightly, nudging his nose against your cheek lightly. “Would you like that? You can come live with me in Sherman Oaks, have your own room- fuck- your own house if you want one. Never have to work again just be my little play thing- fuuuck.” Dieter whimpered when your nails dug into his shoulders, a gasp falling from your lips when he brushed your gspot.

“Dieter-“ “aww I know, sweet girl.” Dieter purred, kissing your cheek gently. “Feels good, huh?” He angled his hips to hit your gspot with each thrust, groaning with the way you were fluttering around him, shuddering as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes. Fuck it feels so good, Dieter.” You whined, rocking your hips with his before gasping when he shoved your hips down into the mattress.

“Stay still, sweet girl. You just sit there, look pretty, and feel good.” Dieter hummed, nipping lightly at your jawline as you nodded eagerly, not even sure what you were agreeing to as you felt his thumb press into your clit, the rest of his hand splayed over your mons pubis, his fingertips grazing your midriff as your head fell back, the pressure of his hand pressing down caused everything to feel ten times stronger than it already did.

You looked up at Dieter and saw him watching his hand with an astonished look on his face. “W-why are you making that face?” You whimpered softly as Dieter chuckled. “Can feel my dick through your stomach, gorgeous.” He licked his lips. “Fuck. Let me keep you, baby. Please.” He begged, looking from your stomach to your eyes.

“Wanna be able to fuck this pretty pussy whenever I want to. God.” He dropped his head back for a second and snapped his hips harder into you. “Gonna let me? Please, please, please.” He moaned and pressed his hand harder against your stomach, making you whimper and scream his name as that coil in your stomach snapped and heat spread across your body, legs tightening around Dieter to pull him closer.

“Fuck- yes, Dieter. Don’t ever wanna stop doing this.” You whined and arched your back. Dieter gasped softly and moaned before leaning down and kissing you eagerly, moaning and pushing his tongue into your mouth as he came, pushing deep inside you as his muscles shook.

You slid your arms through the jacket and wrapped them tightly around Dieter’s middle to keep him close, nudging his nose against your cheek before covering you in kisses and little licks like he was a kitten.

You laid like that for a while, Dieter keeping himself hovered over you as he smothered you in kisses. Slowly, he moved off of you and laid next to you, laying on his side so he can look at you, a dopey smile on his face.

You felt a little awkward under his stare, slowly starting to fold your arms over your chest until he stopped you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him, kissing your knuckles. “Did you mean it?” He asked curiously and you looked at him, furrowing your brows. “About moving to Sherman Oaks with me.” He lifted on his elbow, looking down at you a little giddy as his fingertips drew patterns on your stomach, trailing up your chest and to your neck before grabbing it lightly at the sides.

“Want you to move in with me. Be my little housewife.” He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over your face, he looked a little nervous. You swallowed thickly, opening and closing your mouth before you nodded slowly.

“Okay.” You said softly. The idea of living with Dieter did seem nice, especially if this was something that was going to happen on any kind of basis, day to day or otherwise. “I wanna live with you.”

He perked up and grinned widely. “Yeah?” He shifted so he was sitting up now, his hand pressed down against your collarbone as you laughed softly and nodded, cheeks warm. “Yeah.”

Dieter grinned and leaned in to kiss you deeply, you yelped a little and giggled as you kissed him back, closing his eyes and laying your hands on his cheeks. “Good.” He laid beside you again, pulling you tight against his side as he nuzzled your neck, slinging his other arm around you and hugging you tightly.

You didn’t peg him for the cuddling type, though now that you were wrapped up in the octopus-like limbs of Dieter Bravo, it made sense he would cling to you like this, physical touch seemed to be a big thing for him, something he was always craving.

On some sort of sub-level you understood, being an only child with parents that would rather work and drop you with nannies you knew all about not getting the love and affection children craved and required.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Maybe you and Dieter could be good for eachother.

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harunayuuka2060 · 4 months

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Neige: MC? When can we meet again?

MC: I don't know, Neige. You've got a busy schedule yourself and Vil.

Neige: That shouldn't be a problem!

MC: Um, no. But thank you.

Vil: MC, it's part of your job to ensure your client's safety, correct?

MC: Yes.

Vil: My manager called and she informed me that she wouldn't be able to drive me home.

Vil: You wouldn't mind if I asked you to drive me to my house, would you?

MC: ...

MC: Yes, no problem.

Neige: Be careful on the road, Vil! MC!

MC: Thanks, Neige. And be sure to take care of yourself.

Neige: *giggles* Of course!

MC: ...

Vil: ...

Vil: Can you see properly with that mask on?

MC: Yes, don't worry.

Vil: ...

Vil: Is this the kind of service you provide for your customers?

MC: It depends. Some appreciate the silence, while others love to chat.

Vil: I see. Glad to know you're not using silent treatment on me.

MC: ...

MC: Well, I still feel awkward around you. That's for sure.

Vil: ...

Vil: MC, do you still like me?

MC: ...

MC: Yes. As a fan.

Vil: ...

Vil: I see.

MC: Is Mr. Venue not here?

Vil: He has gone on a world tour and won't be back until summer.

MC: I see. Is there anything else you want me to do, Vil?

Vil: No. It's fine. You can go now.

MC: *bows and about to leave when-*

Vil: MC, clear your schedule for the next month.

MC: Why?

Vil: I might need your services.

MC: ...

MC: It would be best for you to hire a butler if that's the case.

Vil: You don't want to?

MC: My manager needs me, so I can't work exclusively for you, Vil.

Vil: Well then. See you next time.

MC: Yes. See you next time, Vil.

*Back at the nightclub they're working at*

Rook: Ami masqué! It's a pleasure to meet you!

MC: ...

MC's co-worker: *whispers* He's a new hire.

MC: Oh. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you-

Rook: Le chasseur d'amour! My name is Rook Hunt!

MC: It's a pleasure to meet you, Rook. Has the manager already taught you about your responsibilities here?

Rook: Pas encore! I have been told that I will be under your tutelage!

MC: ...

MC: I could already see our patrons liking you.

Rook: Merci! To receive such praise warms my heart! No wonder you are the best concierge!

Their co-worker: I know, right! They just know what to say!

MC: Haha...

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eliteproconcierge · 2 years

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aliypop · 8 months

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No Baby You Can't Lick it

Word Count: 2,522

Writers Note: Alright I'm tackling writing 70's E as a smut so don't judge me on this one

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: With Elvis now in Vegas and Cecelia back from her world tour, she finds herself at The International Hotel being reminded of the powerhouse of love that is her husband Elvis Presley

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The International Hotel January 7th, 1972

The cameras flashed through the lobby as a dark brunette-haired, sunglasses-wearing, fur coat-toating, tawny-skinned woman was at the front desk. That woman was,

"Mrs.Presley, We uh weren't excepting you!" The concierge looked in shock.

"Call me Cecelia, sweetheart." she laughed, taking off her shades as she looked at the young woman who was about to faint. Usually, her husband had this effect on women.

"W-Well... Can we do anything for you, get you a room..."

"I know Mr. Presley is on stage currently... but, uh, if you could relay a message to Jerry, tell 'em the Eagle has landed." taking the key from her, Cecelia winked as she continued to walk down towards the Elevator.

"Mrs. Presley!"

"Happy Birthday, Mrs. Presley!"

"Welcome back, Mrs. Presley!

"Geez, Midge. I didn't know people even remembered my birthday." she laughed as they walked through the casino. She was all smiles and waves like a pageant girl when really all she wanted to do was see her loving husband, who she hadn't been around for almost a year,

"Well, I don't even think you remembered your own birthday, let alone celebrated in how many years?"

"Not true! Last year Elvis. Bought me a rhinestone studded Gibson Guitar."

"And what did you send him."

"The key to a custom-made roadster... With EP on the seats."

"Well, when's the last time you two Celebrated your birthdays together..."

Cecelia took in a deep sigh as she thought about it. They'd been so busy with tours and conflicting schedules and even the kids who were now teenagers that the two hadn't even had time to their actual selves. The Elevator began to ding as they reached the 32nd floor of the hotel. Midge walked out first as Cecelia took out the hotel key. In a sense, the room felt like a home away from home.

The outside of the crowded concert hall was where the Memphis Mafia was trying their best to transport,

"Elvis, I love you!

"Love you too, honey." he winked,

Back to his hotel room, that was if he could stop kissing all the women who'd approached him, but then again, when you're the big star that is Elvis Presley, what's one more woman? Running down towards them was the concierge who had run to Jerry to tell him,

"The Eagle has landed."

Jerry looked at the young girl as he gave her a nod and a tap on Elvis's shoulder,

"We gotta go, E."

"Somethin wrong..." He looked up at Jerry, his hand searching for one of his many peacemakers.

"Nah, we just gotta go..."

The view of Vegas was beautiful from the window as Cecelia stood in front of it dressed in her long boudoir pink velvet robe. Champagne in her hand as she slowly breathed in and laughed, her eyes catching a pair of red panties that definitely didn't belong to her, just another chip in their marriage she'd manage to find. But it was no different than when she witnessed him date over 25 girls while his heart set on her. Lost in thought, Cecelia didn't even hear the key in the door turn,

"Be careful, E..."Jerry said,

"Why the hell do I have to be careful?" Elvis laughed a lit cigarillo in his mouth, "What's in there cept for what's usually in there." opening the door to his hotel room, he could smell the sweet scent of a familiar perfume. And the shift of a calming wind coming through.

"Elvis, is that you?"

"Cece..." his tired blue eyes now magnified back with energy,

"El..." she ran to him as she engulfed him with a tender kiss on his lips,

"I'll leave you two alone," Jerry smirked, closing the door behind him.

Cecelia had pulled away from him, taking the Cigarillo out of his mouth and setting it out. On the ashtray, "Seems somebody missed me." He whistled, looking at her frame in the robe,

"Seems someone couldn't wait for me..." her eyes gesturing to those panties again,

"Honey, no matter how many fans may have come in trying to steal away my appetite, you'll always be my main course," he whispered in her ear. Biting at the lobe as she shivered,

"You're lucky it's your birthday in half an hour..." she laughed,

"And you're lucky it's still yours." his lips were now on her neck, kissing and sucking all the way down to her shoulder, where her robe was now slithering down off her skin,

"Tell me, doll... you wearin anythin under that robe."

"Why don't you see for yourself." she laughed, running towards the bed as she untied her robe and ran,

"Damnit, Cece!" He laughed, chasing after his playful wife. Oh, the things he'd do for the woman before him. Cecelia was by the piano, now draped over it, as her eyes seduced him into coming over,

"Lord ol mighty..."

"Like what you see?" velvet curtains as her backdrop, she looked like something a man would only dream of finding in a bordello landscape.

"Mhmm..."

"You know... Pres, I'm liking a whole lot of what I'm seein..." Gesturing to him and his oh-so-tight blue owl jumpsuit. She wanted to pull him by the belt and get to working on him right now, but she wanted to make him work for it.

"You want me don'tcha honey,"

"I thought I was makin' my intentions clear," she smirked, beckoning him to come closer. Elvis began to walk closer towards her like a sailor drawn to a siren,

"Not clear enough, baby..."

"Do you want me to tell you what I want tonight..."

"Tell me, honey..."

"Well... I want you to make love to me like the beast I know you can be..." her arms around his waist as she heard the clinking of his belt hit the floor. His hands were already caressing her plump breasts.

"Easy... Mmm, tiger." her hand was now on his chest as she unzipped him slowly from the jumpsuit,

"Tell me, Mr. Presley... Did you think of me when you were fuckin those girls..."

"Every time..." he growled in her ear. As he pressed her against him, she could feel his cock against her ass. Biting her lip, "You know I love you... And only you," he whispered, biting her shoulder, "And I miss you and only you..." his fingers rubbed circles on her waist.

"Why don't you prove it..."

"Spread your legs, baby. And I'll show you," he commanded her. Cecelia felt her body pressed against the glass window, as his fingers were already working magic down from her heated skin to her oh-so-wet cavern. He could hear every little gasp and sharp mewl of a moan whenever his fingers would brush across the spot that made her say,

"Elvis..."

"Right there..."

Or his favorite.

" Don't stop..."

"I wasn't planning on it." he laughed, "You're wet, sweetheart, and it's all for your Elvis, huh." she could hear his devilish smile through his thick southern accent, "Elvis..." she sighed, her eyelids fluttering at his finger-work, though to be fair she did love a man who was a God at the guitar. "Tell me what you want, baby..." his voice was husky and raspy and sending her on edge,

"I ...I need you..."

"Need me to what, baby girl..."

"Fuck me..." Her voice had an innocent tone to it, and it was driving him crazy.

"Is that how we ask for things, Cece..." he asked her as he gently grabbed her face, lust-blown eyes looking into one another. Cecelia shook her head no.

"Oh, come on, little darlin, you can use your words for your Elvis, can't."

"Please..." she whined and whimpered.

"Anything for my princess." Tilting her head up from her chin, and he kissed her. Elvis could taste the faint hint of champagne and her lipstick on his tongue. Cecelia could taste the punchy scent of his Cigarillo and his beer. But it only made the kiss more intense for her. After all, she still did miss him. Gripping onto his broad shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist as she scrunched up her nose, readjusting to his size.

"You okay, baby?" Elvis asked with concern.

"Mhmm... it's just been..." her body shivered as her face fell into his shoulder blade, "Awhile..."

"You've missed me, haven't you, doll..."

"Why doya ask Pres..."

"Legs shakin worse than mine, and I ain't even start yet." he laughed.

"Maybe cause. I'm all shook up, OH EL YES!" she moaned at the first thrust he gave her. Cecelia had her fingers caressing his sideburns. She then heard a thud as she felt the sensation of glass on her back. Elvis's thrusts were in rhythm with every whine and moan she gave him, like a que written in sheet music,

"Fuck! Atta boy!" Cecelia growled as her eyes rolled from the jolt of his hips,

"You like that baby girl... Heh..." holding her closer to him as if she'd slip away.

"YES... YES... YES... ELVIS YES!!!" she could hear him moaning in her ear,

"It's nothing but sweet lovin for you, doll..." he whispered in her ear along with other sweet nothings. He could feel her nearing her end as she pulsated around his cock, but he knew she didn't want the fun to end. carrying her to the bed as he was still stuffed deeply inside her, Elvis laid down with Cecelia on top of him,

"Can I ride you, baby..."

"Cece, we've been married fourteen years. You really gotta ask." he kissed her collarbone, as he then kissed down to the peak of her breast,

"Tryin to keep the spark alive."

"With a body like that, it ain't never died, Cece." he groaned as his mouth latched onto her nipple. She knew there'd be a hickey. But Cecelia didn't care. After all, it was still her birthday. Grinding down on him and moving her hips, she could feel every ounce of stress leaving her body, just from feeling the tip of him touching the spot that made her go wild like a bull seeing red,

"You like that baby, you like how I ride you..."

"Mhmm...I like the view, too." he moaned, his blue eyes rolling back as his dark lashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Elvis had one hand on her waist and the other gripping her ass. His hips followed her pace and rhythm.

"Faster baby..."

"FuCk Cece!"

Elvis watched as he felt her tongue lick all the way down his chest. Oh, how did he get so lucky? His heart was racing, and he felt even more feverish. He needed to feel her tongue wrapped around his,

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!!" her back was arched as if she were about to do the bridge, lost in her own pleasure. He could hear the moans and feel Cecelia's quivering lips squeeze him tighter. Rolling over, Cecelia was now at the bottom, looking up at blue, lust-filled eyes.

"Well, hello, handsome..."

"Hello, beautiful." he smirked as she laughed, "What's so funny..."

"Your jumpsuits still on..."

"Shit, you're right... mind helpin' me remove it," he asked as he felt her kissing down from his chest and towards the zipper as she unzipped the rest with her teeth, his bottom lip between his teeth. This was another reason why she was Mrs. Presley. She could put on a good show. Kissing back up the leg, she stopped at the main event, then back at Elvis as he took his index finger under her chin and traced Cecelia's plump lips with his thumb. Her mouth opened wide as he slipped his fingers in one by one, sucking on each and every one of them as they all left with a little pop,

"Think you can take all of me now..."

"Yes, Daddy Elvis..." she was in a daze as she blushed, "Did I just..."

"Don't pay it no mind, darlin... Just show your big daddy Elvis how much that little ol mouth of yours misses me so much." Her red lips wrapped around the base of his cock. As her eyes focused on him, she could hear him moan and grunt and groan as she worked every nerve and vein with the grazing of her teeth and tongue.

Elvis was in pure bliss as he pulled at her hair,

"Don't stop, doll..."

"Oh shit... shit... shit..."

His hips began to thrust into her mouth as she pulled away,

"You fucking tease..."

"Me! a..." She played innocent as he pulled her back to his level and moved between her legs, "Tease!" she yelped as she felt him lap up all her slick wet juices. "Elvis...Elvis... Elvis..." her fingers in her own hair as she felt him nibble at her clit and lightly pull on with his teeth. sliding in his long finger, He could feel her coil about to snap at any minute, but he couldn't let her finish like this. Not after how she just left him. Cecelia's breath was hitching as she felt his finger curl into her with a beckoning motion,

"Oh! O-O- Oh Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!" if he hadn't known she was a singer he could, sure enough, tell by the E6 note she was hitting, he was taking her there and he could tell from the way her breathing was staggering.

"EL I'M GONNA!"

He stopped as he smirked looking up at her,

"You fucking tease!"

"Me... A tease oh darlin..." Lining himself with Cecelia, he entered back in as a shudder escaped both of their bodies, the two were both stimulated enough to pick back up from where they left off. His hips were rutting against her like a dog in heat, the two were in pure bliss as his hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed gently as she felt the cool metal of his rings,

"Oh God... ELVIS FUCK ME!"

"Mmmm! BABY OH SHIT!"

Cecelia collapsed on top of him as her breathing was heavy,

"Did you uh..."

"Mhmm..." she nods.

"Did you..."

"Mhmm..." Pulling out, he got a warm towel and cleaned her up as she kissed his cheek,

"Want anything to drink," Elvis asked,

"I could drink you..." she smirked watching him stand up as she smacked his ass,

"Watch it there honey." he laughed as she smirked,

"How can I when I've got grade-A beef in my face."

As the night went on the pair was snuggled up together, under the sheets. Elvis had his arms around Cecelia playfully kissing her neck as she giggled, There was a knock on the door and the two groaned putting on their robes, it was now 11:56 pm, and outside the hotel room were Jerry and Midge rolling in two guitar shaped birthday cakes.

"Happy birthday E and C..."

"What's wrong?" Elvis looked at the two as they then looked at each other, tussled hair and bite marks, both of their hearts beating faster with just one look,

"Should we leave them..."

"Yep..."

From afar the only thing they could hear was,

"Come here, big boy..."

"Yes, baby girl..."

"Should we even wake em up tomorrow ?"

"Nah."

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