#cowboy elvis

[hooked-on-elvis]

Publicity photos. Love Me Tender (1956).

[jhoneybees]

The Cowboy and The Beekeeper.(Chapter 1)

Hello sir🫠

Welcome to the first chapter of my first series!! I'm so excited to see what you all think and hope you all like it :) this chapter is written in a third person's point of view but don't worry the other chapters will be written in a second point of view and the reader doesn't have age regression in the first chapter, they will get it tho, I promise☝️ Thank you to everyone who took part on the poll! I would've had a hard time choosing😅

Taglist: @hooked-on-elvis @scarlettlight06

Characters: 60s!Cowboy!Elvis X Beekeeper!fem!Reader

Warnings/triggers: third person pov, mentions of blood, injuries, wounds,guns, bullets

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Deep red descending from a painful wound on his arm, caused by an enemy’s hot pistol. Elvis wearing a green buttoned up shirt that's torn and in need of repair. He rides his stallion far and long in the never ending landscapes of distant mountains, scattering heights of green trees and grass. He’s exhausted and the blazing sun beaming down on his tan skin isn't helping. Creating an uncomfortably warm sensation in the wound and making his breath heave from the heat.

He’s hungry, thirsty, just wanting somewhere to rest. Riding and riding over hills and through valleys Elvis finally spots a house placed in the middle of a small plain, with a relieved but nervous sigh, he trots down.

Once halted in front of the fence gate, he dismounts and quickly ties the leading rope to one of the posts, making sure to hide his revolver a little in its holster. His bloody hand pressing firmly over his upper arm, Elvis walks through, up to the front door of the unknown house and knocks three times. Getting no response Elvis Disappointedly walks back and just as he unties the rope, a voice calls out “Hey! Can I help you?” Elvis lifts his head and looks towards the direction of the voice, meeting a pretty lady standing next to a group of beehives, wearing beige coloured pants and a buttoned up collared shirt. He sheepishly smiles “Hello! Yeah, if i ain’t botherin!”

the lady snickers and shakes her head “Not at all!” as she makes her way over, she carries a hat with a wide rim, a mesh material draping over. Loudly sighing, she places the hat on a fence post and rests a hand on her hip “What can I do for you?” again she smiles kindly, her eyes travelling down to his arm seeing his blood covered hand, Elvis breathes out a chuckle “Well uh, if ya don’t mind..uh- could I rest here?” raising his eyebrows in question, he nervously smiles earning a nod “Oh! Of course! And something for that as well…” she states whilst pointing a finger. Elvis looking down with a sheepish smile, the lady picking her hat back up, she turns towards the front door. Elvis ties the rope back and follows her inside. Looking around the place, he sighs contently and looks back at the friendly lady closing the front door. She walks past him, unconsciously putting her hat on a nearby table. Waving a hand, she guides him to the guest room. Letting Elvis in to sit at the edge of the bed “Get yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back” at her words he nods and watches as the lady walks off. Taking off his hat and with one hand he effortlessly unbuckles his gun holster, sighing relieved.

Footsteps getting closer and closer, holding a wooden box the lady returns “Alright! Now let’s take a look..uhm, could you take your shirt off please?” She smiles awkwardly earning a small grin from Elvis, taking a seat next to him, she waits for him to finish removing his torn shirt. The lady uncovers the box and rummages inside “How did you get the wound?” she asks, Elvis rubbing the back of his neck “Ah got in a bit of a tussle with some folks…” the lady nods “Hmm was it from a gun?” With a slow hesitant nod Elvis sighs “Yeah…” with a second nod, the lady picks out a wrapped up piece of fabric, unravelling to reveal a variety of tools. Laying a gentle hand on his arm, she inspects the injury. Noticing something shiny buried in the bloody flesh “I’m gonna take the bullet out so just try your best to not move too much” Elvis raises his eyebrows “Ma’am?” the lady smiles reassuringly at him “I’ll be quick” gulping silently, Elvis holds his breath. With a swift and experienced motion, the lady carefully pokes a pair of tweezers inside the wound, earning a pained groan from Elvis, getting a hold of the bullet, she pulls it out and lays it on an old rag “There” Elvis looks down and sees the bullet covered in blood, blinking blankly “Man, you was quick” the lady snickers “Told you, I would be” grabbing a small jar from the box, she opens the lid and swipes the strange substance onto a linen cloth “What’s that?” Elvis questions, the lady lifts her head “It’s a homemade ointment” giving the man a gentle smile, Elvis smiles back “It smells nice..” with a soft hum “It’s made of mostly honey, from my hives” the lady explains. She lightly pats the linen cloth around the wound, careful to not send a sharp sting. Her eyes trail up to look at Elvis who is looking down at the floor “I never got your name” Elvis turns his head “Elvis..Elvis Presley” he smiles, the lady breathes out a laugh “Y/n L/n” shyly chuckling, Elvis rubs the back of his neck with his free hand and rubs his thigh.

Finishing with the ointment, Y/n begins to wrap a bandage around his upper arm. Adjusting the placement as she goes, her eyes wander up to his blue eyes making her gulp quietly and her heart rate beating a little faster. She didn’t really take much notice of his features until now, feeling a slight squeeze in her heart. Her chest rising and falling in one slow breath, her hands gently holding his arm up with her soft fingers, with a soft squeeze she creates an indent from the pressure. Imagining what it would feel like to be held in his arms, breathing in sharply, she snaps herself out of her thoughts and lowers her eyes to the task in hand.

Elvis’ eyes trail around the room, seeing blankets nicely folded upon an old woven chair and baskets stacked in the corner. Bringing his hand to wipe under his nose, he looks at Y’n’s shoes, wandering up to her hands, noticing the bones move delicately under her skin on the back of her hands, wondering if her hands are soft like they present themselves as. Silently letting out air through his nose as his view travels further up to her chest, watching as it rises and falls in a graceful fashion. Clearing his throat when he realises what he’s doing and looks back down at the floor.

The room falls silent as they unknowingly admire each other’s complexion, their breaths, the distant ticking of the clock and birds whistling outside, the only sounds filling their ears until an unexpected meow enters the room. The both of them turning their heads to find a fluffy ginger cat, glancing at one another. Y/n clears her throat “Oh! Rosie, come here baby” Elvis looks at Y/n, the lady looks at him with a sheepish smile “She’s my cat, Rosemary” Elvis nods quietly and lets out a slight chuckle “Oh..” the cat jumping up onto the bed between them, sitting down with her paws elegantly placed in front and her chest out confidently. Looking up at Elvis with her feline green eyes. Smiling small, Y/n snickers “She’s usually quite curious with guests..” Rosemary lets out another meow, making Elvis smile “And quite vocal ” they both quietly laugh.

The feline taking her eyes away from Elvis, she stands up and walks around behind him, sitting down again next to his cowboy hat and gun holster. Lowering her head to have a sniff of the hat only for her to retract her head back slightly making Elvis chuckle “She’s probably smellin’ Rising sun” Y/n cranes her neck a little to see Rosemary then glances at Elvis “I’m guessing that’s your horse?” he nods, keeping his eyes on the ginger cat.

Straightening her posture, Y/n finishes up with the bandaging and puts everything back in the box. Elvis lifts his head as she stands up with the box in her arms “Thank you Y/n” he grins, Y/n nods her head “You’re welcome Elvis” smiling subtly “You’d probably wanna wash the blood off your hands..” Elvis glances down at his hands and nods.”The tap is outside” the lady states “I’ll start on dinner” she shyly excuses herself out of the room.

Elvis watches as she walks away, sighing again he turns to see Rosemary pushing his hat with her little nose. A small smile playing on his lips.

[valkaryah]

Elvis's red nudie suit in Loving You (1957)

[elvisbooty76]

[leanleather]

Peach Whiskey, Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a saloon owner. On what should be a typical shift, a group of cowboys wander in. The leader of said group is Elvis Presley, a man with a reputation for his quick temper and even quicker trigger finger. Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: I was deeply inspired by A Whole Man is Hard to Find, an absolutely gorgeous peace by my now favorite author, @aconflagrationofmyown​. That being said, my knowlegde of the time period is nowhere near as good as Marina’s in that fic. I will be doing more and more research as this fic goes on, but for now I am relying on memory, movies, and Red Dead Redemption (hey, I love cowboys, ok?). This takes place in like the early 1800′s in a little made up town, but I picture it being like Rhodes from RDR2, so we’ll just say it’s in Georgia (my apologies to any from Georgia because I feel like I’m gonna butcher my knowledge of the state). Also I couldn’t find like an actual word for the leader of a cowboy posse? The only one I saw was sheriff so we will roll with it. I haven’t written a series in a LONG time, so bear with me please.

Warnings: Period typical violence, swearing, guns, death threats (not directed toward Y/N), unwanted and uncomfortable flirting, sexual references (nothing explicitly NSFW), use of the word “daddy” (in reference to an actual father, this is the old south y’all), cowboys, mentions of robbery & murder, jeez this isn’t looking good for just the first chapter, mentions of prostitution, family issues, mentions of kidnapping, not proofread lol

Your daddy had shook his head when you asked to work a couple of hours at The Silver Spur. It had been nearly a fortnight since the incident that made him remove you in the first place. Piggish men deep in their glass just couldn’t keep their tongue still, you had learned. Luckily your daddy had stepped in and escorted the man out, effectively suspending you in the process.

Yet here you stood, leaning against the wooden bar, diligently cleaning a glass with a well-worn cloth. It was a slow night--the occasional customer wandering in and sitting down to get piss fucking drunk--but you didn’t mind. Any citizen of  Lynnburn or wandering stranger could plant their soul in the saloon.

Lynnburn wasn’t a big town, housing no more than five-thousand and seven hundred residents. To any stranger it would have seemed nothing more than a dusty place with poor folks. That was the facade the town was lucky to have, keeping lush farmland hidden within the woods nearby. Corn was what kept the people fed and paid along with the yearly cattle sale. Horse shows had begun to turn a profit in the confines of the town’s stables, but it had only just started to gain the attention of outsiders. It both excited and worried Lynnburn natives. The Silver Spur drew in wanderers from all over the wooded state of Georgia. Your father’s well-known peach whiskey attracted all sorts of folks--most of which being shady business men looking to snatch farming land, or men passing through on their way to the big city.

One of those shady business men was sat at the end of the bar, nursing a drink in his sweaty palms, his eyes baring directly at your body. You paid him no mind as you continued your work. The consistent hum of patrons suddenly hushed, a rhythmic k'duh sound slicing through. Your eyes shifted as the glass was quickly abandoned beneath the counter of the bar. Plastering on a smile, your voice came out soaked in honey. “Hello, what can I get ya?” Finally the men came into view, and by god, the middle man was so pretty.

He had what could only be described as the face of a young adonis. A fine beau with soft, tanned skin covering a toned but equally soft body. The raven black hair pulled the focus to his eyes, bluer than the sky on an autumn day. But you recognized his face for another reason, one that made your hands tremble a bit.

The man and his companions filled the remaining seats at the bar. He pulled the hat off of his head and rested it on the counter. “Hi, honey. We’ll all just be havin’ whiskey, on me.” You gave a nod in response and started pouring the spirit. A few drops slid down the side of the glass, a soft apology leaving your lips.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Presley.” You sat the glass in front of him. Elvis Presley was sitting in your father’s saloon. The same man who had a hand in removing a whole gang from Lynnburn and stolen their loots, blood staining his hands and perhaps his soul, was now asking you for a drink. The cowboy let out a soft chuckle, his calloused hands wrapping around your own.

“You’re alright, darlin’. Ain’t none of us degenerates gon’ hurt you.” Elvis cooed. The skin on your face felt so hot, whether it was out of fear, embarrassment, or flattery, you weren’t sure. His friends gave agreeing nods or laughs of their own, the other patrons in the saloon melting back into their own conversations. “In fact, as long as we’re drinkin’ here, your safety is our priority.” He smiled at you--a big, toothy grin--and you could feel your stomach twist.

It wasn’t long before you had given out the rest of the drinks to his buddies--who you had learned were named Jerry, Sonny, Robert (who they called Red), and Scotty. They had been gentlemanly to you as soon as Elvis gave the word. For a moment, you were sure that the night would go on and end normally.

But that business man could only hold his tongue for so long. He was near red in the face when you approached to take his empty glass. “Sweet thing, how much would a man need to offer to get a night with you?” He rasped. You had to stop yourself from boiling over, instead choosing to stiffen and move away.

“I never.” You practically hissed. Before the man could part his lips to retort, another voice cut through.

“That’s enough. Leave the lady alone.” Elvis sneered. He was standing now, moved closer to the business man with his hands curled down by his sides. The gaggle of men he’d arrived with also focused on the situation with fierce snarls. “Why don’t you just pay your tab n’ go on home, huh?” The distinct click of a revolver hammer followed. A ghostly hue washed over the now disgruntled patron as he dug in his pockets, producing some silver coins and hastily setting them on the counter before rising and hurriedly shuffling out of your father’s business.

Your eyebrows remained raised in surprise. “Thank you, Mr. Presley, but you didn’t have to do that. Usually they take the hint after the first couple times.” You snatched the glass left by the offending male, cleaning it and shoving it below the counter. It was a lie. They didn’t stop, only kept perusing until they lost interest and paid a prostitute, or your father made an appearance and forced them to leave. You were silently thankful that a man with a violent reputation had chosen to have mercy on you that night. Though, you had never heard such things about the Presley gang--who you had heard called the Mephis Mafia by town-goers, on according that the men involved had moved from Memphis, in whispers at the general store or in the corner of the saloon--ever doing anything like that to a woman. But just because nobody thought a person could do something didn’t mean that they wouldn’t. It was a hard truth your mother had sowed in your brain. Love few, and trust even less.

Elvis nodded his head slightly, scooting the coins down to you and moving back to his seat. “I only regret that men speak to you that way. ‘Specially pigs like that, though that’s a dishonor to the swine.” Scotty laughed, swallowing down the last of his drink. “But like I said, nobody’s gon’ talk to ya like that when we’re here. Swear it.” The man looked back to his friends and received grumbled agreeances. “And please, call me Elvis. Mr. Presley is my daddy.” That boyish smile made a reappearance, as if he hadn’t just threatened to paint the walls with the blood of another human being. It was sickening in a way--but, it had been in your favor. Elvis looked to the swinging doors, shaking his head softly and stretching. “Well honey, we best be goin’. Never did get yer name though.” It wasn’t a question. Not a ‘could I know your name’? It was almost a demand, but delivered much more gently. “It’s Y/N McCane, sir.” You returned his smile. You swiftly collected the empty glasses together. “Though I suspect you may know my brother, Teddy. He’s always runnin’ around town helpin’ folks with something.” Knowingly, Elvis leaned in.

“I do, actually. Good kid. Tried to recruit him a couple ‘a times, but he said your daddy wouldn’t want our blood money.” The blood running through you froze. The cowboy had been such a gentlemen before, but you couldn’t help the suspicion rising in you that it may have been a threat. “Relax, honey. Told ya. We ain’t that bad. Tell ya what,” Elvis leaned back to look at Jerry and cocked an eyebrow, the other man shrugging, “why don’t you come out to our ranch tomorrow? You can see what we’re really about.“ Shit. There’s no way your family would let you go out there. But, what harm could it do? “It will have to be after church, Mr. Pre- Elvis. Just...just meet me there.” You breathed quietly. The man across from you took your hand again, placing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Great. We’ll see you then. Come on boys, we got chores to wrap up!” Elvis reached into his pocket, pulling out what you quickly noticed was far too much money and setting it down. He left you no time to object before he ushered his posse out. Your elbows lifted to rest on the counter, your head landing in your hands with a sigh.

Once you’d closed The Silver Spur for the night, you hobbled up the stairs to your family’s abode, your stomach rumbling as you caught the smell of your momma’s cooking. You made no attempt to do anything but sit in the chair at the dining table. As you sat and locked hands with your family, your mother said grace and that was that. Not a word was spoken between mouthfuls. That was, until your father spoke. “How was work, Y/N?” It had startled you, nearly making you choke on the roasted chicken in your mouth.

“Mm, it was fine.” You replied as you wiped your face. The fork in your hand jabbed at the food on the plate. Your mind was at war with your mouth and it was unsure which would win. “Oh, uhm, Elvis Presley stopped in. Wanted me to visit his ranch.” The words spilled out of you so fast you’d barely avoided cutting yourself off with another mouthful of food.

Your father, however, became downright stiff. His utensils were abandoned on the table. “You let Elvis Presley convince you to visit his home? Good god...” Fingers grasped at the bridge of his nose. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t fucking kidnap you now that he knows where to find you. What were you thinking?” He chastised. You dared not look at him, instead meeting the eyes of Teddy. His expression was sympathetic. He knew they weren’t completely awful, but his lips remained tight.

“Daddy, he ain’t that bad. Defended my damn honor and paid me more than enough for his buddies’ drinks.” You retorted, finishing your food. Long ago had you tired of his over-protectiveness. “I am grown. I can go where I please, when I please. I appreciate you wanting to keep me safe, but just this once, please trust me.” It was pleading. Even a man as stoic as your father couldn’t resist giving in.

He let out a deep breath. “Fine. But please, take your gun? And at the first sign of anything going down, get the fuck outta there. Hear me?” You nodded excitedly. That was your cue to retire for the night, saying your goodnights to the family before heading to the room you and your brother shared. Laying in bed, you could not still your thoughts. Maybe you would ride along side the gang, hooves thundering beneath you, free as the hawks that soared the farmland looking for mice. Or maybe your father would be right, maybe you’d end up in a room in the middle of nowhere, praying for the same mercy shown to you tonight. All you could do was wait, hope, and make sure your gun was tucked into the garter on your thigh.

[mad-over-elvis]

Don't go...

[butler-on-beale-street]

https://pin.it/3QZD6SN

I ain’t even gonna lie, I am looking very disrespectfully

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY!!!!!

[lustnhim]

save a horse ride a cowboy 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

[doll-elvis]

MARTY LACKER : “I'll tell you something about Elvis. If he watched a football game on TV, he wore a helmet. He dressed for every occasion. If he watched guys on TV riding motorcycles, he would have his motorcycle helmet on. You'd walk in and it looked funny. I mean, you walk in, he's sitting there with a football helmet on. You’d say, ‘Good lord, Elvis, what are you doing?’. He’d say, ‘I'm watching the game'”

quote from “Friends remember Elvis Presley” on the Larry King show

[cilliansmesoftly]

worst way

pairing: riley green x fem!reader

summary: riley needs you after a long month of tour and missing you

warnings: smut!, pining, yearning, breaking stuff, multiple rounds, etc.

wc: 4.4k

tonight was the night riley was coming home. after a month long of not seeing each other, well besides facetime. he couldn’t wait another minute. tour was long. and it isn’t even over, he just has a few weeks before he’s out on the road again and he intended to spend every minute of his time off with his girl. his y/n.

he could picture her now.. standing in the kitchen, or maybe even the living room, comfy clothes on with her favorite show playing on the television. she’d be chewing on her bottom lip, no doubt leaving cherry red imprints from the pressure, just itching to be back in his arms.

at least, he was itching to be back in hers. he didn’t know what had gotten into him. on the ride from the airport, his sweatpants had been doing no good hiding the excitement he was feeling. to shield from even more humiliation, he took his carry-on bag and held it in front of the growing need. his hands were sweaty and he kept pushing his hair back with his hands, a nervous habit he’d picked up since growing it out.

why was he so nervous?

it’s not like you haven’t been together for about a year now, and friends longer than that. but, god, he was feeling like a teenager going on a first date.

the ride was shorter than riley anticipated, and he could feel his heartbeat in his throat as he got out the truck and hauled his bags and guitar case up the steps to the farmhouse he got built a couple years back.

home never felt so good.

and he knew it would feel even better once he got y/n back in his grasp.

however, when he opened the front door, no television was on, no sounds were heard, and no beautiful woman was standing there waiting for him. he sighed, setting down his bags in the middle of the room and fishing his phone out of his pocket.

he clicked y/n’s contact and brought his phone up to his ear.

ring…. ring…

he was starting to get worried. did she meet someone while he was away? no, she’d never do that. maybe she’s out getting some groceries, because god knows what was left in the fridge from the time he left to now. right as his heart rate picked back up, he heard a click and then her gorgeous voice through the speakers.

“hey, baby.” she said softly. “what’s up?”

“hi, honey. well, i came home expecting you to tackle me to the ground and shower me with love and kisses like you normally do, but there’s not a soul here.” he walked to his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. it was made, but he could tell where her pretty little head had been laying on his pillow.

“oh, shit. i’m so, so sorry. i went to pick up some food for us. you’re a little earlier than what i was planning for.” she sighed into the phone, he heard a car door shut and then an engine ignited. “i’m on my way back now, though. i’ll be home in, like, 10 minutes?”

“okay, baby. i can’t wait to see you.” riley had a small smile glued to his face, a blush coating his cheeks all the way down to his tanned chest. “be careful, i love you.”

“i love you, more. bye.” he could hear the shy grin in her voice and he could feel his heart clench at the sound.

he figured he could kill some time by taking a quick shower and washing off all the dirty airport germs off of him. so, he stood to his sore feet and grudged into the bathroom. he stripped himself of his sweatshirt, then his sneakers and sweatpants. he looked at himself in the mirror while the shower water ran. he’d worked out a lot during the times he wasn’t performing, just out of boredom and partly because he hated being in that cramped bus for 10, maybe even more, hours a day.

as he stepped into the shower, he let the water run down his face and back, washing off his worries and stress down the drain along with it. he was so happy to be home. so happy to have a break. and so happy he was about 7 minutes away from being with his best girl again.

y/n walked into the house with bags of takeout in her hands. she huffed as she tripped over riley’s bags in the room.

“riley?” she called through the house, setting the bags onto the counter. when she didn’t hear a response from anything but water running and humming, she knew exactly where to go. she tiptoed into the bathroom and started to take off her clothes. she could see riley’s silhouette through the white curtain hung up and even from that, her body ached for him. she quietly pulled back the curtain, he was facing away from her, so she slid her hands around his body. from his back to his torso, she ran her fingers all over the soft, tan skin. he jumped at first, but quickly turned around and gripped her cheeks in his hands.

“hi, baby.” she smiled up at him. he had shaved his beard into just a mustache and she could feel her stomach flutter at the dirty thoughts running through her mind. she pictured that mustache on her lips, kissing her wildly and so loving that her mouth would be bruised. she pictured that mustache kissing down her body, going between her legs and loving on her like she hadn’t felt in so long.

she was broken out of her fantasy by riley’s lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. the bathroom was filled with hot fog and was suffocating her lungs, but that kiss allowed her to take a deep breath that she hadn’t been able to catch since he’d left.

riley laughed as she squealed when he picked her up so her legs would wrap around his torso. his cock was already hard at the thought of having her right then. against the cold tiles of the shower. “my girl.” he breathed into her neck once they had broken the kiss. “you don’t know how much i missed you.”

“don’t i?” she was scratching the back of his head with one hand and clinging onto his back with the other. riley groaned into her skin as she pulled his hair gently. “take me to bed.”

he didn’t have to be told twice. he shut the water off and stepped out onto the cool floor. he laid y/n down gently on the bed and leaned back, captivated by the sight of her. her hair, a little wet from stray water droplets, was splayed behind her head onto the sheets. her body was tanned from the summer sun, no doubt taking advantage of the deck out back.

“see something you like? just take it.” she kicked her feet up to place them on his chest as she giggled. she admired his body, too. strong arms with veins running all the way down to his forearms and hands. tanned chest with a thin gold chain dangling from his neck. his body was work of god.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, honey.” riley grabbed her ankles and kissed each leg before leaning down against her. her skin against his felt like heaven. this was better than what he imagined. he pushed the hair against her forehead away, taking in every part, every detail of her face. it was an intimate moment, one that neither of them took for granted. it’s like they were falling back in love all over again.

“you seriously have no idea how much i missed you, riley green.” y/n sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, melting into her touch.

“how much did you miss me?” he was already panting, trembling even. y/n was so turned on she could barely stand it she kept trying to rub her legs together to ease some of the ache, but riley kept his hands on the inside of her thighs with a such a firm grip that she couldn’t move a muscle.

“enough to call you every night and listen to your voice. pretend it was your fingers all over me, making me wet, playing with me.” riley groaned, laying his head down on her chest. his wet hair was cold and it sent a shock through her, but it did wonders to cool down her blazing skin. “did you touch yourself to me?” she asked into his ear.

“‘course i did, baby. couldn’t go through a single day without you there with me. don’t matter if it was through a screen.” he kissed her chest, sucking a dark mark onto her skin. she moaned softly and it caused riley to ground his hips into hers, the head of his hard cock hitting her clit just right. “god, baby. gonna fuck you on every square inch of this house tonight.”

“please,” she whimpered, closing her legs tighter around his body, trying to bring him closer to her.

“we got all the time in the world.” he leaned back and cupped her cheek in his hand. she cuddled into his touch with a pout on her face. “let me take my time with you tonight, honey.”

she nodded softly, leaning up to catch his lips with hers. he slid his tongue over her lower lip, begging for entrance and when she granted it, he stifled a moan into her mouth. she tasted like strawberries and heaven. he couldn’t get enough of this girl. he moved his mouth down to her cheek, over her chin, down to her neck where he sucked another tattoo kiss onto her skin, left to be purple and bruised tomorrow. he brought his mouth to her nipple and she jumped at the sensation, she hadn’t been touched in so long. he licked around the bud before sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” she whined into her hand. her hips were restlessly trying to gain friction from anything they could reach. riley sat down on his knees and hooked his arms around the back of her legs. she gasped as he dragged her to the edge of the bed. her thighs were trembling as he kissed the inside of them, breathing her in as he did. y/n felt the facial hair on his upper lip tickling her skin. he was driving her crazy. she hadn't seen this man in a month. he didn't do anything extravagant, he didn't bring home flowers, he didn't bring wine. he just wanted her.

she was broken out of her thoughts by the feeling of his tongue licking a straight line up her core. she gasped and her hips jumped off the bed. riley shook his head against her, his nose brushing her clit back and forth as he did so, and laid his muscled arm over her hips to hold her still.

"you're so sweet, honey." he moaned against her. the vibrations made her throw her head back against the mattress, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she bit her lip as he sucked her bundle of nerves into his mouth, his fingers finding their way to her entrance. he spread her arousal with his thick digits, licking off what was left. "mmm." he prodded at her entrance again, just barely entering before pulling them back out. he was teasing her and it was torture.

"riley, please." she breathed out, panting. she lifted her head up just so she could catch his gaze and that shit-eating grin he wore made her groan and throw herself back against the bed.

"please, what, sweetheart?" he smirked. he knew what she wanted, he just wanted to hear her say it.

"just fuck me, please." she whined. he smacked her thigh and she hissed.

"that's all you had to say." he smiled, kissing her clit and the inside of her thighs sweetly before leaning up and capturing her lips with his. y/n hummed into it, taking a grip of his hair and pulling slightly. he groaned, reaching down to stroke his cock a few times before lining it up with her pretty pussy. he looked back at her eyes, her mouth open and panting, her cheeks rosy and flustered. she was so beautiful. even when she wasn't trying to be. he was suddenly taken back to the first day they met. sophomore year of college and he thought she was the most breathtaking thing at jacksonville state.

"what's going on in that handsome head of yours." y/n huffed, pushing a stray hair behind his ear.

"i just love you." he shook his head, grabbing her hand and kissing her wrist. "so much."

"you have me for the rest of your life, riley. you are the most precious thing i have." she leaned up to kiss him, slow and passionate. "i love you."

he pushed into her, moaning loudly from how tightly she enveloped him. she sucked a breath in through her teeth, the stretch was delicious and what made it even sweeter was riley leaning his forehead down onto hers, locking those deep blue irises onto her e/c ones. he slowly started to thrust into her. the tamed patch of hair below his stomach was brushing against her bud of nerves and she bit her lip to contain the graphic noises begging, screaming, to be released. she could feel the imprint of him in her stomach and she grabbed his hand and placed it on the point so he could feel it. riley whimpered and thrust harder into her.

"god, yes." she yelled out, wrapping her ankles around his back to keep him close to her. her nails were raking down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake. "harder."

riley quickly obliged, hiking her leg up around his waist further to hit an angle he hadn't before that had y/n moaning almost pornographically. "you have no idea how much i missed this pussy, sweetheart."

"you have no idea how much i missed this cock." she retorted, turning her head to the side so she could kiss his stubbly cheek. she pushed his head to her chest and he could hear her wild heartbeat. he could hear her whimpers right in his ear and he wished he had something to record this so he could cherish it forever. his hips picked up speed in their ruts against her. he felt like a mad-man. he was touch starved for too long and so, so wrapped up in her. she might as well be tattooed against his skull from how much he thinks about her.

his thrusts were so forceful, the framed picture above his bed frame was hitting the wall repeatedly and eventually just fell back behind the bed. they could hear the glass shattering, but they could care less. riley picked y/n up and turned her around so she was sitting on her hands and knees. she laid her head down onto the soft sheets, arching her back softly so her ass was in better view. he rubbed the soft skin soothingly before smacking it lightly. y/n giggled and then groaned when he pushed into her again. his had one leg on the floor and the other was propped up and bent. his hands were wrapped around both of her hips and he pulled her back against his cock. he was hitting so deep inside of her and y/n could feel the coil inside of her tightening even more. riley was no better than her, he could usually last a while, but, because of the prolonged distance, his tummy was fluttering and his cock was twitching relentlessly. his body was begging for a release.

"y/n." he whimpered, his pounding thrusts against her were getting sloppy and he reached around her to toy with her clit.

"oh, i know, baby. me too." she was breathless, her knuckles were white from gripping the sheets so hard and she was sure she would have bruises all over her backside tomorrow from how rough he was pushing into her. "cum inside of me. please, please." she begged. she wanted all of him, she was so close she had tears in her eyes.

"oh, my." he threw his head back before leaning down against her back. he kissed all over her neck, her shoulders. his fingers were still rubbing circles onto her clit and her body was collapsing beneath her. "i'm gonna cum, honey." he thrust a few more times, working her clit harshly. she was screaming his name, a thin sheen of sweat coating both of their bodies. the coil in her belly snapped quickly at one particularly hard thrust and she curled into herself while riley was milking her for everything she had. a few more thrusts and riley was completely undone. he released into her, pushing his cum into her further before laying down against her back. she turned her head so she could kiss his lips. "i love you. i love you." he muttered against her skin.

"i love you." she kissed the top of his head. riley leaned up and pulled out slowly, watching the mix of their climaxes leak from her core and onto the duvet. "i broke home takeout."

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they sat at the island in the kitchen, ravishing their food like two starving cavemen. she got riley and her some burgers from his favorite spot in town. they laughed and shared fries with each other. they fed each other like an annoying couple they would've made fun of back in college.

"do you think we would've been friends in high school?" she wondered, taking a sip of her cold busch light. riley brought his lips to his drink, too. one thing he loved about her is that she actually enjoyed drinking beer, maybe even more than he did.

"absolutely not," he wiped his mouth with a napkin. "i was a little shit in high school."

"you were a little shit in college, too." she giggled, pushing his shoulder. they were just sitting in their underwear, but nothing had ever felt more comfortable. more like home.

"i was worse in high school. ask momma." he laughed. "got cops called on me one time for poppin' fireworks in my principal's yard."

"riley green!" her jaw-dropped. "and to think, the worst thing you did in college was get kicked out of a bar for fightin' a guy."

"he was hittin' on you. had to do somethin'." he shrugged, smiling while taking a bite of another fry.

"you didn't even like me like that back then... did you?" she side-eyed him suggestively.

"baby, i've liked you since we first met at the gym." he slipped his hand up her leg, rubbing her thigh with his calloused fingers. rough partly from years of playing guitar and partly from the hard work he's done in his life. "when you didn't know how to work the equipment, i was hooked on you."

"oh, ew!" she scrunched up her nose. "i was wearing stained sweatpants and an old lynyrd skynyrd shirt."

"hence my attraction." he breathed out a laugh, his fingertips still rubbing over her skin. she clutched her hand to his and brought it up to her lips, kissing his the pad of his fingers.

"why didn't you tell me?" she asked softly, placing his hand against her cheek. it was warm and she leaned into his touch.

"thought you were out of my league, to be honest." he rubbed his thumb across her cheekbone, tracing her freckles from the warm alabama sun. "i thought you were the prettiest thing i'd ever seen and i didn't wanna embarrass myself by askin' you out, so i figured being friends was a good way to keep you in my life."

she fell into a fit of giggles and riley scoffed with a smile on his face, pulling back from her. "yeah, laugh at my misery. it's fine." he went to stand, but she pulled him back down, trying to calm herself.

"no, it's not that! i swear!" she bit down on her lip to contain more laughter. "that first day," she took a breath. "i fell in love with you, too."

"pft, nah." he stood up, collecting their food wrappers and walked to the trash can to throw it away.

"pft, yeah!" she stood up, too. she watched as he washed his hands and he shook his head. "you don't believe me? you were starting quarterback and completely jacked, might i add. plus, you helped me with gym equipment without making me feel stupid. i texted mom about you that very night."

"you serious?" he braced his hands on either side of the sink and she couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the veins running down his arms, she licked her lips and looked back up at him, nodding. "alright," he threw his arms up in surrender. "i believe you."

"so that means we wasted.... what?" she started counting up the months.

"at least 10 months." he finished her thought for her and she brought her hands up to her face. she could've been with him from the very first moment they met, but they both thought too lowly of themselves to make a move.

"riley, that's awful." she groaned through her hands. he laughed and walked up to her, pulling her hands away from her face and wrapping them around his body. he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lips sweetly.

"we got all of our lives to make up for that time, baby." he mumbled against her. she moved her hands up to wrap around the back of his neck. his fingertips tickled down her sides before picking her up and sitting her on the counter top. he laid her down gently and kissed down her neck, all the way to her navel. she brought him back up to her and captured his lips with her own, licking over his bottom lip. he opened his mouth further and their tongues danced together, even though they tasted like their dinner, they couldn't care less.

"make love to me." she whispered against his lips. he let his hands trail around her body before moving behind her back and unclasping her bra in one swift move. he bowed his head to kiss around her breasts, then down to her belly. he traced the hem of her panties, blue and lacy, his favorite. he pulled them down her legs, his fingers causing goosebumps to raise on her legs and follow the path he took down to her ankles. he threw the undergarments somewhere towards the living room and kissed his way back up to her lips. he kissed her lips and pulled his boxers down his thighs, letting them drop and pool around his feet. he grabbed the back of her thighs and slowly dragged her further to the edge of the counter. she leaned up to slowly stroke his cock. he leaned his head back in pleasure and she kissed the open space of his neck, licking around the stubbly skin. he lifted his head back up and kissed her sensually. this was a different kiss. it was passionate, but it was more like a promise. a promise of 'i'm yours'.

she lined his cock up with her entrance and he pushed into her slowly, laying her back down flat against the cool marble counter. his thrusts were slow, but rough. he left his branding kisses on her neck and chest. their moans were soft and intimate, a low, but intense sound of pure adoration and infatuation. y/n stretched her arms out behind her head, accidentally knocking off the decorative wooden bowl in the middle of the island. "sorry." she whispered.

"ain't worried 'bout nothing but you." he responded, his face tucked into her neck and his cock working wonders on her. she was already close. she was so full of love, so full of him. she wanted to cry, she loved him so much. and he was thinking the same because he whispered in her ear, "i love you."

"i love you so much, ri." she whined. she felt his cock twitch inside of her, but she wanted him to hold out. she wanted this feeling to last so much longer than it could. "don't cum yet." she breathed out, brushing through his hair with her fingers. "wanna feel you."

"yes ma'am." he kissed underneath the lobe of her ear and she shuddered, trying to prolong her peak. he slowed down even more and y/n could feel every vein, every curve of his cock. they felt like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for each other. the way he pulled out just to push roughly back in was driving her mad, it was getting harder to hold back. "cum for me, sweetheart. know you need to. can feel you squeezin' 'round me."

she whimpered softly and all he had to do was reach down to circle her clit and she was done for. her climax hit like no other had and she was clenching around him so tightly that riley came right after she did, kissing all over her face, her neck, and chest.

"we're makin' a mess of this house." she laughed as she looked at the mess of clothes around the floors, the bowl spilled out onto the hardwood, not to mention the fact that they had to pull the bed out from the wall sometime to clean the glass up from the picture frame.

"y'know i'm gonna have to write a song 'bout this." he chuckled and she rolled her eyes. "even though they're all about you already." he kissed her cheek and she blushed.

"let's keep it that way, baby." she kissed his lips then hopped down from the counter, brushing her body up against his. she leaned down to pick up her bra, pushing herself onto his pelvic bone with a grin on her face.

he grunted and she leaned back up, but he grabbed her arm before she could walk away. he caught her lips with his and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. she shrieked and kicked her legs, trying to get him to put her down. she was in a fit of laughter by the time he tossed her onto the couch. "i still want you in the worst way, darlin'. you ain't getting away from me for the rest of the night."

note:

hey everyone! i know this is different from what i usually post (aka austin butler ahaha) but i noticed on tiktok that riley green usually gets a lot of attention from all the clips of his concerts, but there's hardly any content of him on tumblr, wattpad, etc. so if you don't know who this is, he's a singer. i went to his concert recently and just completely fell back in love with him, so i wanted to write for him! if you enjoyed the idea, you can totally picture someone else for the role of riley. if you want more of riley, let me know! and do your research on him because this man is something else oooh lord

[crucified-cam]

if summer isn’t like this i don’t want it 🇺🇸🍒⛱️

[your-nanas-house]

A real cowboy

◇ Pairing: Joe Lightcloud X city girl!Reader

◇ Warnings: alchol, cowboys, flirt, Joe Lightcloud

◇ Summary: Joe Lightcloud wants to meet the new family that just moved from the town to the coutryside, especially the young woman that apparently lives there.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Please give me some ideas to continue this series, I managed to write the second chapter too but I'm pretty sure that it won't keep going without ideas. 🥲 Also here the series I was talking about @vintagepresley. The plot isn't the one of the movie and I apologies if Joe is a bit OOC. Series Masterlist.

The old Western saloon in the small town was as full as any other day, many cowboys went there to meet their friends and have a chat with beers in hand or whiskey if they could get it- Joe Lightcloud was one of the cowboys in the room, he too had a glass full of whiskey in his hand, his hat was forgotten on his lap while his clothes were untidy due to the heat of that day- his white shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons showing his chest glistening from the sweat that had set in, his black trousers hugged his legs and hips perfectly, the belt held them up giving a more cowboy style that made the knees of any girl, who would look in his direction, weaken. His black hair was perfectly combed back while his lips were slightly redder than usual as he kept pressing the bottle against them to drink his third beer, too busy listening and talking to his cowboy friends to worry about the number of drinks he was consuming.

The topic they were talking about was a particular gossip that had been going around the small town in the countryside for several days now, apparently a family from the big city had recently moved in nearby, right next to the reservation where Joe lived with his family.

The gossip varied every day and was decidedly different as everyone was apparently too busy giving their opinions and fantasizing without going to find out the truth behind that family.

Some cowboys had passed by while tending their cows and had glanced at the house that had once been for sale.

Only a few had the opportunity to see some clues of who the people who had come to live there might be, many assumptions had been made after the various sightings: the women's clothes hanging outside, the flowers that appeared every day, the toys left lying around in front of the house and a broken wheelchair thrown in the trash nearby.

Joe could confirm that he was intrigued by his friends' tales, especially when a cowboy from there, called Jesse by all, the youngest of the usual group that had formed over the years, opened his mouth to reveal something.

“I've been to the house” all the voices that had previously filled the place disappeared and eyes were focused on the young man who continued “I brought the mail from town once, my mum made me take it all the way there to do the new family a favor and find out if the gossip was true” he admitted embarrassedly sipping his beer for a moment as the men invited him to continue asking a thousand questions and pondering on why he hadn't opened his mouth earlier 'why didnt you tell us anything? Who lives there? Is it true that there is an old man with a woman and a child? Is the child in a wheelchair? Whose clothes are those women's clothes that were drying?'

It was Joe who silenced the noisy group of cowboys to let Jesse, who was slightly intimidated by his friends' sudden interest but nevertheless happy to share the information, continue “there is a family living there from the city, they moved in a week ago, I haven't seen any men apart from the five year old boy-" the poor boy was interrupted again by the questions asked but soon managed to talk again, a slight blush appeared on his youthful cheeks "a young woman from the city lives there, if all the women from the city are as beautiful as her I'm ready to move in and that's all I'm saying" he admitted before finishing his beer.

The men's interest had now grown even more, especially now that they had the information they expected, unfortunately for them almost all of them were taken and as a result the only one still free among them was Joe who had half a mind to go and introduce himself to the city family, hoping to see for himself the young woman who was described almost as an angel by his young friend.

"I hear city girls aren't so difficult to win over" declared one man, busy drinking his fifth beer, provoking a statement coming out of another "I bet she'd fall at Joe's feet as soon as she sees him, just like the others"- The club filled with laughter, even Joe was laughing as he thought about what to do responding to the statement with confidence "Oh I tell you. A girl like her is gonna love me. And I'd love to show her how good a time I can give her" he declares as he taps the beer mug on the bar, adding with a casanova grin turning to the young cowboy " D'ya know where they live?" and continued just after a big swig of his beer "Maybe I could pay 'em a visit and introduce myself" the cowboy suggested before even getting a response from the young man, causing the place to fill with laughter again.

A cowboy named Nash let out an amused snort as he ordered another whiskey by making a simple hand gesture "always on the hunt, huh Joe?" the young man let out a laugh at the affirmation, responding to the taunt "Ya'll know me too well. I won't lie, I am always on the hunt for a pretty face on the countryside. And this time I'll get one that I want..like always" one of his friends patted him before Joe could stand up wishing him good luck, receiving in response an amused snort followed by a cocky sentence "Hey I don't need luck. I've got charm. This pretty girl won't know what hit 'er once she sees me".

Joe left some money on the counter and grabbed his cowboy hat, walking out of the club as his friends cheered him on, until he was in his car and on his way to the house he had heard about for several days now.

The house, where he parked his car in front, was a small house, he could see that it needed renovation but it still had a certain country charm. It was an old two-storey farmhouse made of wood stained light blue and white.

The door was on the right, also made of wood, it looked pretty old but it still closed so it wasn't a big problem, there weren't many windows decorating the house but the few that were there were definitely large, especially the one on the first floor that overlooked the kitchen and probably also the dining room.

The house was surrounded by a fence, also made of wood, which probably years before had helped to contain the cattle.

Joe got out of his bright red car, closed the door and put on his hat while he headed to the front door, his gaze kept wandering around observing his surroundings, studying the house more in the hope of getting a peek and preparing himself for whoever would be standing in front of him.

He could hear someone humming from inside the house, so someone was definitely in there- Joe just had to catch their attention by knocking on the door a couple of times just like he did after adjusting his clothes and hat one last time in the hope of charming the young city girl.

Quick but gentle footsteps came closer and closer to the door and after a few moments, the sagging piece of wood opened revealing a gorgeous young girl, Joe could easily tell she had been working without a break all day because of her tousled but still gorgeous hair, tied by a ribbon probably found by accident in her suitcase or perhaps belonging to the dress she was wearing that moment and that was definitely a dress a city girl would wear and a country girl would just dream because of the mundane life she was forced to live.

The poor dress had suffered any kind of things that day, Joe could tell, given the dust and the way it was open showing the young woman's cleavage, the skirt was even slightly torn.

The young woman however was still divine, her y/e/c eyes were fixed on the cowboy with a twinkle of confusion and surprise, her neatly trimmed eyebrows were slightly furrowed as if she was asking a silent question before she opened her gorgeous mouth "can I help you?" she asked softly, confused as to why Joe was there.

The young man took off his hat as a sign of respect, a small smile appeared on his face while he spoke to the young stranger for the first time, his eyes slowly moved taking in her entire appearance "I think I'm here to help you," the young woman's expression became more confused but her eyes did not move from his "Help me?" Joe simply nodded, leaning slightly closer to whisper in a low voice "I know women who move into the country need more than help" "what do you mean?" she asked, her expression becoming more and more confused, it quickly changed as soon as she heard the answer Joe gave her with such confidence "You need a strong man to take care of you".

The young city woman was about to reply, starting her sentence with "I-" but was soon interrupted by small footsteps followed by a tug at her skirt.

A boy of at least five years old timidly peeked out to observe who she was talking to. When his doe eyes stopped on Joe, they widened even wider and his mouth opened in even more surprise when he heard him speak, the cowboy's expression was as amused as the voice he used to greet the child “hello, little fella”.

He didn't receive a response from the little boy who began excitedly tugging at his big sister's skirt repeating the word 'cowboy' causing the young man to smile more amused and make the young woman complain in a low voice as she let the child's name slip out, allowing that way Joe to use it to address the boy "have you ever met a real cowboy, Jamie?".

The little boy quickly shook his head looking at him admiringly "no, siw! I ove youw hat!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, his eyes full of excitement; Joe looked up at his hat, a sweeter smile on his face when he answered "Why thank you Jamie. I'll let you wear it just if you promise to give it back" he said putting it on the little boy's head when he shouted "I pwomise, siw" earning a deep laugh from the cowboy who complimented him "See? You're the cutest littlest cowboy I've ever seen now just like your mama, the cutest little mama I've ever seen...what's ya name, sweetheart?" Joe asked the young woman who was still standing there in silence.

Jamie interrupted them again, correcting Joe by stating that the young woman was not his mama but his older sister and her name was Y/n, which the girl did not find very pleasant and lightly scolded the little one in a joking but serious manner.

When Joe's calloused hand touched her soft hand, it took her by surprise for a moment and her gaze shifted from her little brother back to the cowboy who with a casanova smirk lowered himself and left a small kiss on her delicate knuckles "Y/n. What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady like you."

This comment made her blush but she quickly managed to cover it from Jamie to avoid further embarrassment, unfortunately she couldn't hide it from Joe who was smiling even more mischievously at that moment.

Joe leaned against the wooden wall of the house, watching her closer, admiring her body and face before speaking again "would you care to have some moonshine with a cowboy this fine evening?" he asked, his eyes a mesmerizing blue.

The girl looked at him for a moment before frowning in confusion "a what?" she asked, receiving a small laugh from the cowboy who explained to her what a moonshine was, which was an alcoholic beverage that many cowboys drank there when they wanted to have some fun.

Y/n's eyes stayed on him as Joe leaned in closer and closer to her face while flirtatiously suggesting one more thing "Or how about coming on down to the rodeo after party and I'll teach you how to line dance? We could get to know each other better" he suggested again, a confident smile on his face, which faltered for a moment as she shook her head "I'm afraid I'm busy, thanks anyway" she said quickly, ignoring the little pout from her little brother who was longing to get to know the first real cowboy who had spoken to him better.

Joe merely nodded and smiled not taken aback by the rejection "Well shoot, ma'am! That's OK....Just know that I've got more than ten-gallon hat full of charm" he winked at her, she nodded slightly not understanding exactly what he had said to her, murmuring a small reply before handing the hat back to him "I bet you have".

She easily took Jamie in her arms who smiled at Joe, waving at him with his small hand when Y/n opened her mouth again "we're really busy now, excuse us, Jamie also has to go take his afternoon nap..so bye, sir..have a good day".

The door closed and Joe didn't have time to convince her to stay with him while the kid was asleep, he couldn't even convince her to go with him for a drink, something that didn't happen often since all the women wanted him and said yes to him without him even having to ask.

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[jhoneybees]

The Cowboy & The Beekeeper(Chapter 2)

Welcome to chapter 2 :)

Taglist: @hooked-on-elvis @scarlettlight06 @joshuntildawn13 @elvisalltheway101

Characters: 60s!Cowboy!Elvis X Beekeeper!fem!reader

Warnings/triggers: I wouldn't say there's any!

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As the night grew darker and the sounds softened, Elvis excuses himself from the dining table “Uh- I- I better get some sleep” standing up from his chair and wipes his thumb under his bottom lip. You look up “Oh! Yes you probably should..Goodnight” smiling softly at him, Elvis shyly smiles back with a nod “Goodnight” quietly walking towards the guest room door, laying his hand on the door knob. Elvis turns his head back at you “Thank you for letting me rest here..” as your hand holding a plate stills at his words and smiles at him again “It’s my pleasure Elvis…Have a good sleep” answering in a quiet content tone. Another nod, Elvis makes his way into the bedroom.

After cleaning up the dinner plates, you also decide to call it a day, making sure Rosemary is in your room before closing the door behind you. Taking in the stillness of your surroundings, a quiet ringing in your ears as you breathe in and breathe out slowly. You don’t want to think too much of Elvis, he’s just a kind guy who needed a place to stay. The thoughts linger in your mind almost uncomfortably, you sit on the edge of your bed to try helping that itching thought to pass but it only makes it worse, questioning your inner voice.

What would it feel like to hold his hand? To feel it cupping your cheek, stroking your hair, holding your hand, caressing your waist in the softest of ways. What about his lips? Grazing against your cheek, kissing the back of your hand, pecking your lips. God It’s almost making you nervous, thinking it might actually happen.

You shake the thoughts away and prepare yourself for bed, removing your clothes with ease and slipping your nightgown over your head but before you put your head in through the bottom of the gown, you catch yourself in the vanity mirror. Lowering the dress down, your eyes scan over your body in the reflection. A thought floating into your mind, imagining his strong, firm, calloused hands slithering around your waist from behind as he whispers sweet praising words into the atmosphere “My sweet girl” your heart beating in sync with the imaginary voice of him “Better get ya self in bed…in that warm comfy bed of ours” The pupils in your eyes dilating ever so slightly and a warm shiver crawls down your spine. Your mind feels a slight fuzziness and out of panic you shake it away.

What on earth?

Your eyes dart to your cat who is sitting patiently on the bed, her eyes peering up at you, blinky slowly. You sigh and reach your hand down to pet her head, deciding to brush the weird fuzziness aside and slip your nightgown over your head, letting it fall to its expected length and pulling back the covers. The comforting coolness of the duvet nicely laid out on the bed as you slide under makes you sigh again, reaching up to blow out the candle and snuggle into the covers.

The next morning, Kettle whistling on the gas element and the cracking sound of bacon sizzling on the cast iron frying pan. You carefully set the table, making sure the cutlery is on the right side and placing a bowl of chopped up fruits in the center of the round dining table. Lifting your head to see Rosemary scratching at the guest room door, frowning slightly “Rosie! No stop that!” you whisper, the cat letting out a loud meow when the door opens and see Elvis walk out with his cowboy hat and gun holster on, he stops in his tracks when he sees Rosemary and chuckles “Well good mornin” Rosemary meows again and begins rubbing her side against his leg, earning another chuckle from Elvis.

You smile sheepishly “Sorry about that..She can be a nuisance sometimes” Elvis looking at you with a crooked grin “Aw no its okay… she wants a little bit of attention” groaning as he picks the cat up and gives her a little scratch behind the ear. Your heart clenching at the sight, Rosemary nuzzling her head against his palm and Elvis cooing at her. “U-um how’s the wound? Getting better?” he nods “It’s a lot less stingy now” you smile relieved “Good…I made you breakfast, come sit” you say as your hand pats the back of a chair, Elvis smiles “That’s real nice of ya but uh- i think i should go… I must be bothering you” bending over slightly to let Rosemary jump from his arms. “Oh of course not! You ain’t bothering at all, stay as long as you want” answering back with furrowing eyebrows. Elvis snickers “You sure?” and you nod with a hum.

With that leading him to stay longer, as long as he wants. Both of you ate breakfast, eating nearly burnt bacon and scrambled eggs which made you cringe at yourself but Elvis chuckled and reassured you “`s still delicious honey.. I actually prefer it this way” That name ‘Honey’ sent another of those warm shivers down your spine.

After finishing with breakfast, you two went outside into the backyard, sitting on the grass surrounded by little flowers. Talking and laughing as you both entertain each other “No Elvis, they die right after they sting'' you giggle “They die? What, do their guts get ripped out or some?” Elvis questions with a chuckle, you raise an eyebrow “That’s exactly what happens'' he looks at you dumbfounded “Wha-” you couldn’t hold in your laugh “Their stingers are structured in a way where it punctures into something and they can’t take it out than to amputate themselves..” Elvis let out a breathy laugh “Huh… Ya learn somethin’ everyday”

As time passes, the more laughs and smiles you both share.The buzzing sounds of the honeybees around the hives can be heard in the distance and the sound of Elvis’ hiccuping laugh making you almost swoon. “Well…I wouldn’t say that’s how you poke it through-” you explain but get cut off by feeling his thumb grazing along your ear as you were busy teaching him how to make a flower crown, he places a small daisy behind your ear, chuckling softly. “Better if ya make it..” he says as a grin grows on his face. Your heart skips a beat when you catch his eyes glancing down at your lips but he notices and shyly looks away as you do the same.

You continue with the flower crown in your hands, feeling a slight warmth in your heart as you think of the way his blue eyes crinkle at the corners.

After a calm silence, you smile contently, giggling feeling accomplished as you hold up the flower made crown. You turn your head towards Elvis and see him smiling at the flower crown “It’s pretty” he drawls to which your heart sings.

You shyly smile and turn yourself around to face him better, carefully putting the crown on his head. Letting out a laugh as you lean back to get a better view. “Very pretty” you slip out as the sight of the flowers laid upon his head brings out his eyes and shows the tan of his skin. Elvis chuckles. His eyes look up to see if he can get a glimpse of the crown on his head. “Why, Thank ya” he answers jokingly, you close your eyes and laugh again but when you open your eyes, you feel your hand being lifted. Your eyes soften at the sight as Elvis kisses the back of your hand whilst snickering “Nah nah, you’re the pretty one”

His laughing fades when he sees you’re not laughing, his grin falling to a small smile and he rests his arm on his thigh as his hand still holds yours.

“Am I right?”

[valkaryah]

Elvis Presley's home movies ft. horses

[elvisbooty76]

[leanleather]

Peach Whiskey Hub

Hi darlings! This is gonna be the big post for Peach Whiskey. Here you will find the masterlist, important links, and the taglist as it grows. This helps me keep stuff sorted and helps you find things!

Masterlist:

Chapter I

Chapter II (IN PROGRESS)

Important Links:

Pinterest Board

Sources Google Doc

Taglist:

(Note: This is empty bc I didn’t wanna add anyone without them telling me to. If you wanna be added, please let me know!)