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lala1267 · 1 year

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Bow down bitches.

Summary: You were a beautiful model. You weren't very fond of Elvis at first, but when you began to like him, you ruined everything. Your security guard was a part of the problem.

Warnings: smut kinda, not Elvis x reader. (it's not a heavy smut dw). Swearing, punching, and blood (if you squint).

I was a sexy nineteen year old girl who was named Natalya. I was a model for chanel. I had long blonde hair, big dough eyes, and an hourglass figure. I was perfect. I was used to getting what I wanted when I wanted. If someone were to say no, I would either have a fit or storm off. I was a bitch. But being a sexy bitch wasn't easy. Every man that I met wanted to get me drunk and naked. I was a beautiful girl that was used for her body, many times. Men would touch and tease me and play it off as a 'joke'. I did what I wanted, I would party, drink and smoke. I was living my best life.

Sunday, 5th June, 8pm 1970.

I was backstage getting ready for my walk. It was a very important walk since there would be celebrities watching in the front row seats. But I wasn't nervous, I knew I could outdo all of the other models as usual. I was put in a small tight blue dress that was dotted with expensive rhinestones. I also wore lavish white heels, and my hair was left to flow along my back like a blanket. My makeup was amazing, I had light blue eyeshadow with long black eyeliner, and my lips were a glossy pink. I was next up, I was just thinking about which celebrities would be there. Once I heard my name, I knew it was time. I strutted out with confidence, my hips swayed, and my arms swung. My walk was very arrogant and sassy, but it was also elegant and beautiful. I looked at the celebrities when I locked eyes with the one and only Elvis Presley. I didn't know why he was even here. Surely, he had his singing stuff going on. He stared at me like i was a goddess. I wasn't far from one. His deep gaze didn't faze me. Once I turned around, he flashed me a smile, which I didn't return, I needed to remain professional for the sake of my job. I strutted backstage and began to get undressed and pack my things. I got dressed into a pink, short, flowy dress and a pair of white converse. I left my hair down so that it could seep over my shoulders like water. Thirty minutes had passed, and I was ready to go home. I walked through the main entrance, and I was instantly mobbed by paparazzi, I simply smiled and gave them something to take pictures of. As I got into my car, I was told by my driver,

"Excuse me, ma'am, Elvis Presley has offered to take you to his hotel. He said he wants to get to know you." I rolled my eyes.

"Get to know me, my ass. All guys say that when they just want sex. Besides, I'm not interested in him anyway."

"Ma'am, this could be good. You don't have to date him. He sounded very desperate, at least consider giving the guy a chance."

I paused to think before replying.

"For goodness sake, alright, take me there." I said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Ma'am, he said that he can send a car over to pick you up."

"I don't need his shit, I have my own car." I angrily said as I crossed my arms. The only reason I agreed to this was because Elvis was known for girls chasing him. Mabey he should do the chasing for once.

Arriving at Elvis's Hotel

I stepped out of the car and onto the cold cement road. It was 10pm. I was ready to go to bed, but of course, Elvis had to bother me at this time. I walked into the lobby with my favourite security guard, Mike. He was a very kind person. I walked up to the reception.

"Hello, how may I help you." The lady behind the desk asked whilst she chomped on her gum like a damn horse.

"I'm here to meet Elvis. Where is his room." I asked.

"Well, Elvis doesn't seem to have anyone on his visiting list. Are you sure you're here to visit him?" I crossed my arms as I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I'm sure, just call him or something." I snapped as I started growing impatient. The lady let out a small sigh before picking up the phone.

"Yes, there is a girl that is saying that you invited her here." The lady said. I watched her face drop as Elvis instructed her to give me his room number. She huffed as she looked up to me, who had a smug smirk on my face.

"Room is 34, on the second floor." She stated as she lost eye contact with my blue eyes. I just fake smiled and waved as I walked over to the elevator. I pressed a button that read,

'Floor 2'

I turned to Mike, my security guard.

"That lady pissed me off." I said angrily. I felt his hand rub my back in a circle motion before he spoke.

"Well, at least you got your way in the end, and you are prettier than her anyway." He said as he looked down to me with his piercing blue eyes. His blonde hair hung infornt of his face. I smiled as I hugged his arm. Once the lift opened, we stepped out and made our way to the room, linking arms. Mike nocked on the door that had Elvis's name on. We waited until the door opened. We were met with some random guy who was definitely not Elvis. He smiled.

"Ah, hello, you must be Natalya." He said cheerfully. I just nodded as I spoke.

"Yep, that's me."

"Why don't you come in." He said. I grabbed Mike's arm and pulled him in with me, I didn't want to be alone with Elvis. I didn't even like Elvis. I looked around the rather large room. It had lavish red carpets and long purple curtains. There was a kitchen and a living room area. I looked around until I saw Elvis eagerly walking up to me. He was about to pull me into a hug when I stuck my hand out for him to shake.

"Nice to see ya Natalya and..."

"Mike." I said. Elvis's face dropped slightly.

"Is he your boyfriend or what." I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms.

"No, he's my friend, best friend, actually." I said in a tone. Elvis nodded. I looked up to Mike, who was towering behind me. I just gave him a look that basically meant,

'I hate Elvis already'

I turned back to Elvis.

"Well, shall we sit." He asked with a stupid smile on his face. I nodded. Mike and I followed behind Elvis. We sat down on the sofa in his living room. Elvis looked up at his freind, the one who had let us in.

"Ya can leave now, Jerry." he said. He turned back to me, who was opposite him on the other sofa with Mike. I was very close to Mike since I didn't like the man that sat in front of us.

"Tell me about yourself, darlin." Elvis said in a deep voice. His voice made me itch and cringe.

"Yeah, don't call me that. But I do modelling, and my name is Natalya." I said bluntly. He sat up.

"Well, I see that you are close with your friend Mike, he must be a good man." Elvis said in a sly tone. I looked up at Mike who was visibly annoyed. I held his hand to tell him to calm down. I looked back at Elvis who was watching me.

"Yeah, we are close, and he is a very good man. He's the best man. He treats me well." I said as I flicked my hair. Elvis and Mike had a mini staring contest for a few seconds. Mike was clenching his fists and was about to lose it. I placed my hand on his and whispered.

"You should go, I don't want a fight to happen, I'm too tired for all of this." I looked into his eyes as he nodded. He gripped my hand before standing up and walking out of the door. I turned back to Elvis, who was staring at me.

"You kicked him out?" He asked excitedly.

"No, i just told him to leave since you guys don't seem to get along."

"Yeah, damn right we don't." He said in a raspy voice. I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs. This was going to be a long night.

30 minutes later

We had been talking and getting to know eachover for a while now. I still didn't like him.

"Shall we watch some TV in my room." Of course, the only place he had a TV was in his room. What a coincidence. I was tired and I didn't feel like being a bitch so i nodded and followed him. I sat myself down on the edge of his bed, facing the TV. He grabbed a bowl of popcorn that was in his room for some reason. He placed it on his lap. He turned on a movie that was popular at the time. I reached my arm out to grab the popcorn from his lap, he purposely moved it so that my hand met his cock instead of the popcorn. He laughed and i pushed him harshly, it wasn't fucking funny.As time passed, the man seemed to move closer and closer. We were now touching shoulders. I was sleepy and tired and he noticed this. He wrapped his large arm around my figure. For some reason, I wasn't pissed off, I hate to admit it, but it felt quite comfortable. I leaned my head into his chest and placed my legs over his. He played with my hair. I could smell his expensive cologne. It was sexy. I began to drift to sleep when I felt Elvis pick me up and place me in bed. He wrapped me up in blankets so that I was cosy. He took his shirt and pants off only leaving his boxers. He climbed into the bed next to me and placed his arms on my hips. His touch sent chills down my spine, I was still fully dressed, but I was too tired to change. His hands rubbed along my waist. They travelled down to my bare thighs and lifted my dress up. His large hands travelled around my ass and hips. I turned around to face him. I looked into his eyes before he cuddled me. He felt so warm and calming. For some reason, I wasn't able to stay angry at the man, he was too intoxicating.

The next morning

I woke up in Elvis's arms. I felt cosy. He was awake, his hot breath hit my hair. I looked up at him.

"Goodmornin', doll." He said in his deep sexy morning voice. I smiled for the first time.

"Goodmornin', Elvis." I said as I traced my hand down his chest. He grabbed my hand and kissed it romantically. I felt the butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't resist. I leaned closer and placed my lips onto his. His lips were soft and begging to be kissed. I pulled away and laughed. So did he. Suddenly, i felt a sense of guilt rise in me. What about Mike? I have betrayed him. I felt disgusted in myself even though me and Mike weren't dating.

Me and Elvis got up at the same time. As we walked into the kitchen, I felt his hands on my hips. I walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a waffle from the packet. I placed it in the toaster. As I waited, i felt Elvis's body against mine. His hand traced up and down, and his breath was hot. I looked up at him and smiled. He was a good man. Once my waffle was done, I grabbed it and took a bite. I turned around to Elvis. I brought the waffle up to his pink lips. He bit into it. I smiled at him and played with his black hair.

"I really like you." He said as his hands were on my waist.

"I like you too." I said as a smile appeared on my face.

I watched Elvis walk into the living room. I followed him like a dog. He sat on the plush couch as he turned the television on. He looked to me and patted his thigh, indicating that he wanted me to sit. I walked over to him and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around me as I leaned into him. I was wrong about Elvis, he wasn't some superstar that fucked thousands of girls. He was a man. He was mature and just my type.

1 hour later

I was in the hotel bedroom, gathering my things as I needed to leave. Elvis was still in the living room, watching the television. I was almost ready, I had done my hair and put on the clothes that I had arrived in. I liked Elvis, but I had already spent too much time at his hotel room, I needed to sort out business. As I walked out of the door, I was met with Elvis, who was towering over me. I looked up into his sad puppy-dog eyes. He raised his hand to cup my cheek.

"Do ya have to leave. I really like your company." My heart shattered at his words. But I had a life of my own and a job.

"I know, Elvis, but I need to go. I have my job and..." I paused as Mike came to mind. I couldn't tell Elvis that I was thinking of Mike. His heart would crumble.

"Nothing." I continued.

"I just need to go, I'm sorry, Elvis." I quietly said as I walked past him. I felt his hands hold mine before I pulled away. I walked out of the gates of heaven.

1 day later

I had just finished another modelling show, and i was backstage with Mike. I was packing my things as I talked to him.

"Did you have fun at Elvis's last night?" He said in a slightly pissed off tone.

"Uhm, yeah, it was alright." It was one of the best nights I've had for a while.

"Well I missed ya." He said quietly. A smile brightened my face as I turned around to face him. I looked into his blue eyes.

"I missed you too." I said. He smiled as he lifted his hand to play with my hair. I felt my cheeks turn pink.

"Do I flatter you, my dear?" He said flirtatiously. My cheeks were now hot and red. I rolled my eyes sarcastically before replying.

"Well, I ain't gonna say no." I said as giggles escaped my pink lips. I had liked Mike for a while, and I think he felt the same way.

"You need a real man. Like me, not Elvis." I was slightly taken back by his sentence, but I didn't have time to reply as I felt his plump lips on mine. I didn't stop him. I was enjoying it. I trailed my hands down his chest as he grasped my ass. A slight moan escaped my lips as I felt his hands grip my ass once more. Just then, a girl walked in. I instantly pulled away, and so did he. I wasn't that embarrassed, but Mike definitely was. His face was bright red, and his breath was unsteady. I found it funny that such a big, strong man would be acting like this. I covered my mouth as I tried to hold my laughter in. The girl finally began to speak.

"Uhm, your car is waiting, ma'am." She said. I just simply smiled and nodded like nothing happened. I looked back to Mike, who was still in a state of shock.

"Come on, baby." I said in a flirtatious tone just to embarrass him even more. I loved it when I had the upper hand on men. I walked out of the room with Mike trailing behind me like a lost puppy. He was so cute. I got into the car with Mike next to me. The car started, and we were off. I traced my hand along Mike's muscles. He stroked his hand on the inside of my thigh, slightly pulling my dress up. His hand got closer and closer to my panties. He looked at me with sexieness in his eyes. He bent over to whisper in my ear.

"I can show you a real good time, I can make you scream my name." He whispered in a raspy tone. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and chills ran down my spine. His words and touch aroused me. I smiled before moving to sit in his lap. I shuffled around to get comfortable, and I felt Mike's hard push onto my ass. I looked at his face i knew that he was resisting the urge to not fuck me in a car with others in. I smiled before leaning over and placing wet kisses from his lips to his neck. I had him under a spell, a love spell. I straddled him like a seat and grinded into him like no one was around.

"What are you doing?! The driver will see us." He whispered-yelled into my ear.

"Well, I guess I'm going to have to give him a show as well." I said with an evil smirk. I carried on grinding like there was no tomorrow. I was feeling brave. I lifted my dress up so that it was resting above my bare boobs wich were shoved in Mike's face. I quickly pulled it back down as I tried to hold my giggle in.

"You're crazy." He said as he laughed.

"You only live once." I said confidently before continuing,

"Besides, I have a nice pair of boobs." I said as I laughed.

The driver pulled up into my house driveway. I got off Mike and planted a kiss on his wet lips.

"I'll give ya the rest of the show when we are inside." I whispered flirtatiously. We both got out of the car and watched the car drive off into the distance. Once it was out of sight, we rushed inside and up to my bedroom. He stripped me off aggressively and pushed me onto the bed. He was on top of my bare body. I opened his shirt and reached down to unbuckle his belt. I needed him so badly. I was thirsty, hungry for the man. Once his lower half was completely exposed, he rapidly pushed himself inside of me. He was good at this. Loud moans escaped my mouth as heavy breaths escaped his. His pace quickened, and so did my breaths. Soon, he pulled out and splashed his babies all over my stomach. I smiled proudly as the last moans flooded out of my red lips.

The next morning

I woke up naked along with Mike, who was also naked. I smiled at his beautiful sleeping face. He was a pretty sleeper. I quietly got up. As my legs were firmly on the floor I felt a terrible ache rush through them.

"For fuck sake." I said to myself. All of that riding didn't come without consequences. I walked over to my vanity and grabbed the pink silk robe that was hung over my chair. I wrapped it around my bare body and headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, and I began to make a waffle. As the waffle sprang up from the toaster, I heard a nock on my front door. I put my waffle on the counter and walked over to the door. I opened it to the last person I was expecting to see. I looked up to see Elvis with a bouquet of perfect pink and red roses. My heart shattered as I remembered that just last night, I had made love to my security guard. He smiled before speaking.

"Good morning! I got your address from one of your friends, I hope you don't mind. But I got you a gift just for you, my pretty girl. " he said cheerfully as he held out the gorgeous flowers in front of my face. I took them into my hands as I forced a smile onto my face. Just then, I heard footsteps travel down the stairs. A voice followed.

"Oh baby, last night was amazing." Mike said in his deep morning voice. Once he was downstairs, he woke up properly to see me with Elvis at the door. I turned to Elvis, who was both furious and disheartened.

"Elvis i-i can expla-"

"I should have known that you were just a whore who wanted my money. How could you. You said you liked me." His eyes were watery, and his hands were shaky. I would've argued back, but he was right. I did tell him I liked him and I also kissed him just to come home and fuck my security guard. I didn't say a word as I realised what was going to happen. I heard Mike's voice raise and Elvis's voice raise. They were yelling at me and at themselves. They argued back and forth until Elvis stepped forward and gave Mike a heavy blow to the face. I looked up with wide eyes to see Mike with a bloody nose on the floor. Elvis ran towards his powerless body on the floor. I liked both of them, but I didn't want to see any of them get hurt. I jumped in front of Mike's body. This was a bad decision. Elvis's fist landed on my face instead of Mike's. Elvis's eyes widened in shock. His face slowly turned into an angry expression.

"L-look what ya made me do!" He yelled as he quickly walked out of the door. Me and Mike were both on the floor, injured and hurt. I knew once Mike recovered, he would walk out of the door that Elvis had just walked out of. It was just a matter of time

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lanadelray-gurl · 3 months

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“Can’t fix something that doesn’t want fixing.”

Warnings!!!: Smut,use of a mirror during sex?(idk if that counts) p n v,oral f and m receiving,cheating,no condom during sex(wrap before you tap) choking,hair pulling,slapping and scratching,Elvis cheating on Priscilla. Let me know if I missed any<3

Pairing: Elvis Presley x fem!reader

Plot: Elvis was always smooth with the ladies. But when he met a girl he wasn’t able to drive crazy he’s gotta know what he’s doing wrong.

It was pretty much your dream to go to an Elvis show,maybe even see if you could sleep with Elvis. You knew well he was with a new girl every night and you wanted a chance,you were also known to get around or to put it into better words no one was able to tie you down. You never liked staying with people very long,you liked to be free. Everyone in your family hated it,your mother disowned you and your father sent you packin’.

You weren’t going to complain,there was no point in doing so. What is done is done,you made it on your own. You worked your ass off and made your own money,you moved from your small town and went off to LA. At first it was tough living out there,barely scraping by due to the ‘luxury’ lifestyle. You started modeling just to make enough cash and it worked! You made it in the work of modeling,and you were well known around town.

You noticed how frowned upon it was for a lady to be interested in more than one man. But when it came to the men in your line of work..it was just “oh boys will be boys!” And “men have needs!” Well you weren’t having it! You took what you wanted from any man that would offer,you’d take someone new to your luxury apartment almost every other week. Yeah so what you liked sex? A girl has needs too. But during all this time you still haven’t seen an Elvis show or even seen Elvis! But tonight that was gonna change,you made sure once you knew tickets where available you bought them. You booked a room in the international hotel on the top floor,trying to up your chances to get close to Elvis.

You were finally escorted by your own personal security to the stage room,this was your chance. You made sure you were sitting up front,very close to the stage. Making sure he could see you,your (h/c) hair was pinned up nicely and you had on your best dress and heels. He was gonna see you tonight. He had to! Suddenly the lights dimmed,pulling you out of your thoughts. People were shuffling around to get to their seats as the show began to start,the curtains lifted slowly. You watched as Elvis walked onto the stage,guitar in his arms. He was wearing his glamorous white suit,he basically glimmered in the bright lights that shined towards the stage. He waved to his fans,smiling that beautiful smile. It made something inside of you twist and turn,your body started to feel warm and fuzzy. You heard everyone around you clap,whistle and shout. You couldn’t help but clap with them giving him your support.

He walked to the microphone,adjusted it and smirked shaking his head slightly while laughing to himself. The band started playing,that’s all right. He began to sing,his booming voice sending out chills in your body.

“Well that’s alright momma..”

You felt something inside you throb,you couldn’t tell if it was your heart or somewhere a bit lower..

“That’s all right for you..”

God you were going crazy,you sat there in your seat. Gripping onto the fabric of your dress,your breath was quick,your heart was racing. You had to have him.

As the show continued,you couldn’t control your arousal. You felt the wetness pour out of you and into your pretty pink panties. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he moved his hips and basically flayed around the stage. Soon the show came to an end,Elvis walked off the stage hugging and kissing the woman who came through his path. You stood right in front of Elvis,your heart raced in your chest.

He gently held your face,his strong hands made you shiver. His cold rings made your hot skin sting,he looked into your eyes the vibrate blue color was beautiful. He leaned in,pressing his pillowy lips into yours it felt like heaven,you kissed back deepening it. It surprised him normally with his fans it was quick and gentle but now with you..it felt hot and sensual. He pulled away and stared into your eyes..why was his heart racing? He felt hot all over maybe it was from his performance or maybe it was you…

You smiled at him,your hands lingering on top of his. He gave you a half smirk before walking off and going to his other fans. Elvis soon went with his Memphis mafia up to his lavish hotel room. You followed after them,they walked towards the elevator watching them enter and then once the door closed you watched the light above the door flicker as it went up each floor. You watched it stop at the very top floor and you smiled,he was on the same floor you were how lucky! You entered the elevator and pressed the bottom to the top floor,your heart racing praying you’d be able to get there in time to see Elvis.

Once the elevator stopped at the top floor you rushed out of the door. You felt desperate but who wouldn’t chase the opportunity to say they got to fuck Elvis! You weren’t missing this moment,you didn’t see him the hallway but you did see a door close just as you entered the hallway. You walked towards the door,noticing how it looked a bit more decorative than any of the other doors. Thats gotta be his room,you walked towards the door and with a shaking hand and a heavy sigh you knocked on the door,you heard heavy steps walking towards the door. You were quick to smooth out your dress and slick back any stray hairs,you leaned against the door frame popping out your curvy hips. Once the door opened you were face to face with Elvis but instead of his jumpsuit he was wearing a black and burgundy silk robe.

“Hey there darlin’..you lost little lady?”

He tilted his head slightly,a cigar hung between his teeth,with his silk robe he wore sunglasses with gold rims. He had a slight smirk,he remembered you from the show. You were the girl who made his heart race.

“I’m awfully lonely tonight..and by the looks of it..”you glanced around his room,it was empty but well decorated. His wife was no where to be seen. “You seem pretty lonely too..” you giggled softly. Elvis took the cigar from his teeth and held it between two ringed figures,he suddenly moved from in front of the door and let you inside..who was he to deny a girl some company?

You walked into the room,taking in the loud and elaborate colors and decorations,taking note of each detail. Your hips swayed as you walked which caught his eye,he rested that cigar on a nearby ashtray and followed behind you. His hand made its way around your waist,you of course smiled eating up all of his attention. You were guided into his room,you dropped you purse on the floor and kicked off your heels while biting your bottom lip. You sat back on his big,plush bed. Lifting up one of your feet and pressing it against his chest. He gently held onto your calf,pressing kisses against the top of your foot and down to your knee.

God you were intoxicating,you weren’t like the other girls who came and went..no you were like fresh air. You knew what you wanted and you weren’t gonna leave until you got it. You were like him..that’s what it was. He pulled down the straps of your dress before sitting on his knees between your legs and reaching behind you,unzipping your pretty dress. You allowed it,tilted your head and smiling smug down at him. You stood up letting the dress fall of your beautiful body,he stared up at you from the floor,kissing you thighs and admiring you pink lace panties and matching bra. He worshiped your body,your soft skin driving him crazy..he finally stood up,but slowly making sure to kiss your thighs up your stomach and then stopping at the top of your breast once he stood up fully,towering over you.

He gently caressed you arm up to your cheek. He gently held your face and you leaned into the gentle touch. Enjoying it while it lasted,before he leaned forward to kiss you,but you pressed a finger against his lips. You shook your head and reached up and took off his sunglasses.

“I wanna see those pretty blues honey..”

You spoke gently before you finally pressed your lips against his. You tossed his glasses off to the side,your hands now working on untying the silk robe,once the front of the robe opened you pulled away and looked down at his slightly toned but still soft and plush body. You ran your hand over the exposed skin and stop and the band of his black briefs,you smiled and glanced up at him.

“We’re gonna take care of little Elvis..can I?”

You questioned,he of course nodded “I’d like that very much momma..” he spoke gently and watched as you dropped to your knees,you slowly pulled down the briefs. His cock was half hard,bouncing slightly as it twitched from the sudden chill of the cold air,you parted your plump pink lips and wrapped it around the uncut head. You swirled your skillful tongue around the salty flesh,he gently gripped onto your hair messing it up,not that you cared..you felt as his cock twitched once more as it got fully hard. You couldn’t fit all of it down your throat,you used your hands and stroke the rest of the shaft down to the base.

You bobbed your head skillfully “fuck— god that mouth is so good honey,don’t stop that babydoll..” He moaned loudly and started to thrust into your mouth making you gag,spit dripping down your chin onto his full balls. He continued to thrust down your throat pulling your hair forcefully,making you whimper around his cock. This made his breath hitch in his throat,he finally slammed your head into his pelvis,your nose buried deep into his light colored pubes. You always forgot he used to be a blond. You slapped his thigh before he released your head,you fell back onto your ass trying to catch your breath,one had held you up and one wiped you slobbering mouth.

His cock twitched wildly,he looked up at the ceiling before closing his eyes and catching his breath,he looked down at you and smirked tilted his head towards the bed. “Up on the bed..lay on your back momma.” He demanded and you obliged. You got up,crawled onto the bed. You laid on your back,Elvis stood at the end of the bed after kicking off his briefs he got onto the bed sitting on his knees in front of you. He yanked off your panties and put them into the pocket of the silk robe. You bit your bottom lip and squirmed,he grabbed the bottom of your thighs and putting them on either side of his hips,he put his middle and ring finger in his mouth,wetting them.

Elvis gently pressed his wet digits against your tight hole,you arched your back as you felt the pressure. The two fingers finally pressed into your wet pussy,curling up and pumping into you slowly. You moaned loudly and gripped into the sheets “Elvis! F—fuu-!!” You clapped a hand over your mouth and tried to hide your moans,he quickly gripped your wrist with his free hand and uncovered your mouth. “No no no baby..I need to what this pretty moans babydoll..” he growled and pumped into your tight,wet cunt faster

“A-ah! P-please Elvis s-slow down!”

You started to whimper and beg,your already messed up makeup just getting worse from your ongoing tears. Her firmly but gently pressed his thumb against your neglected clit,you started to curl up into yourself and you squirmed and moaned. It felt like hot lightning was running through your body as you rocked into his hand,his thumb making swift and quick circles against your now throbbing clit. You let your eyes roll back into your head your mouth hung open and you whimpered loudly as your eyes fluttered shut as you came on his fingers.

Your back arched off the bed for a few moments,your legs twitched and started shaking. He pulled his fingers away with a smile,he leaned over you as you came down from your orgasm. You felt him press hot wet kisses against your skin,he gently rocked his hips against you,his leaking tip rubbed against your tip. This made you cry out “hmm baby..so wet and so pretty oh honey I’m gonna fuck you senseless..” he whispered in your ear before pressing more kissing against your neck and collarbone,he reached behind you and unclipped your bra revealing you basically perfect breast. He left a trail of open mouth kisses against down to your left breast,he took the hardened nipple between his lips before gently biting on it and sucking,his other hand gently grabbed onto your right breast and he started to gun it softly.

With his other hand he held onto his shaft and slowly pressed Into your warm pussy. He let out a shuddered gasp,his mouth hung open and his eyes shut. You grabbed onto him,one hand scratching his back from over the silk robe and the other pulling his hair. He groaned loudly,his held you close to his body and thrusted into you. He pushed you back down into the bed and looked down at you he was growling and grunting like an animal. “So fucking tight— such a good girl coming to my room and basically begging me to f-fuck that tight pussy ah fuck” he tried to catch his breath. He picked you up,moving you with him.

He sat at the edge of the bed making you ride him ,a mirror facing the both of you. He watched as your pussy took his cock so good,he rocked your hips sloppily. “Look at me fuck you honey..l-look how good y-your pussy take my lil Elvis..” You looked over your shoulder and watched yourself in the mirror. “Fuck Elvis..your cock feels so g-good! Fuck!” You moaned loudly and arched your back,you let out loud soft whimpers. He slapped your ass as hard as he could the rings on his fingers making large marks against the already large handprint. You felt a turning sensation start in your stomach,you knew you were about to cum. You grabbed onto his shoulders erratically,trying to reach your climax.

“You gonna cum? My babydoll wanna cum? Come on go ahead cum all over daddy’s cock darlin’…”

he moaned into your ear,he watched your rockin’ hips in the mirror and scratched your soft gentle skin. You cried out,tears flooding your eyes and the rest of the already running mascara dripped down your cheeks. You finally started to sloppily and erratically rock and shake your hips down into his cock. Your climax hit you like a truck,you slumped over on his shoulder and continued to let him fuck your swollen and puffy pussy,causing you to become overstimulated. You continued to twitch and shake on his cock. He grabbed onto your hips with all the strength he had left,definitely gonna leave bruises on that pretty skin.

Elvis was reaching his orgasm and he started to twitch crazily,he made you looked at him while he smirked “Make daddy cum baby,make daddy cum..—“ He moans loudly and he started to thrust up into your abused and sore cunt,he watched as your face twisted and turned. Finally you felt the warm squirts of his hot cum feeling you up,he groaned loudly and slammed you down on his cock. Before you knew it,you were being laid down back onto the bed. Elvis settled his face between your legs,your legs behind placed over his shoulders. You started whimpering and squirming trying to get away from him “E-Elvis..it’s too sensitive!—“ you were cut off by Elvis gently sucking your swollen clit,you cried out and sobbed into your hand. You couldnt handle it,his tongue traced over your hot slit,licking up his and your cum. His tongue prodded at your hole,it made you crazy you couldn’t help it but you gripped onto his hair and pressed his perfect face into your slit. You came all over his face,rocking your hips against his nose before finally letting him go. He lifted up his face,his perfectly sculpted face was glistening from your sweet cum,you looked down at him and watched him smirk before plopping your head back down onto the pillow.

Once you plopped you head back down on the pillow you passed out,only waking up hours later into the night. You were cleaned and wearing a nice silk robe..he must’ve cleaned you off and gotten you covered up. You sat up and looked around,you were then face to face with a sleeping Elvis..you needed to leave. You slowly got out of the bed,grabbing your clothes and your heels. You tried to find your underwear but remembered Elvis took them,you decided to let him keep them,you wouldn’t miss them too much..

You creeped out of the bedroom and then you looked around making sure no one was there,you saw one the members of the Memphis mafia laying and sleeping on the couch. You tried to be extra quiet,you then walked out of the front door and leaned up against the now shut front door,you sighed heavily before rushing down the hallway and into your hotel room. You slammed your door and sat down on the floor against the door “I just fucked Elvis Presley..” you whispered to yourself,you smiled and laughed while combing you hands through your messy hair.

Elvis woke up that morning,expecting to see the beautiful woman from the night before. “Shit..” he looked around frantically and confused. He got out of bed and put on his robe,checking the whole room. You were gone..you didn’t even bother to say goodbye..normally he was the one doing the running after a night of fuckin’. He shook his head and laughed to himself while holding his forehead,what did he do to run you off? He had to find out..he called his buddy

“hey..yeah it’s me E..I need you to figure something out for me..Yeah I need you to find someone for me..”

This was gonna haunt him for as long as he lived..he needed to find out who you were..you were who he wanted.

Okay! That’s the fanfic! I kinda left it on a cliffhanger incase I wanted to make this a story I’m no totally sure so let me know what you think! Don’t forget that request are open<3

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Matt & Me 🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - age gap,, i think thats all

all of the songs and celebrities mentioned in here are from the time periods this was written if you are confused🩷

Chapter 1

It was 1956. I was living with my family at the Bergstrom Air Force Base in Austin, Texas, where my father, then Captain, Joseph Paul y/ln, a career officer, was stationed. He came home late for dinner one evening and handed me a record album.

“I don’t know what this Matt guy is all about,” he said, “but he must be something special. I stood in line with half the Air Force at the PX to get this for you; everybody wants it.”

I put the record on the hi-fi and heard the rocking music of “Blue Suede Shoes.” The album was titled Matt Sturniolo. It was his first.

Like almost every other kid in America, I liked Matt but not as fanatically as many of my girl friends at Del Valley Junior High. They all had Matt T-shirts and Matt hats and Matt socks and even lipstick in colors with names like Hound Dog Orange and Heartbreak Pink referencing names of his songs. Matt was everywhere, on bubblegum cards and Bermuda shorts, on diaries and wallets and pictures that glowed in the dark. The boys at school began trying to look like him, with their fluffy hair and turned up collars.

One girl was so crazy about him that she was running his local fan club. She said I could join for twenty-five cents, the price of a book she’d ordered for me by mail. When I received it, I was shocked to see a picture of Matt signing the bare chests of a couple of girls, at that time an unheard-of act.

Then I saw him on television on Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey’s Stage Show. He was sexy and handsome, with his deep brooding eyes, pouty lips, and crooked smile. He strutted out to the microphone, spread his legs, leaned back, and strummed his guitar. Then he began singing with such confidence, moving his body with unbridled sexuality. Despite myself, I was attracted.

Some members of his adult audience were less enthusiastic. Soon his performances were labeled obscene. My mother stated emphatically that he was “a bad influence for teenage girls. He arouses things in them that shouldn’t be aroused. If there’s ever a mothers’ march against Matt Sturniolo, I’ll be the first in line.”

But I’d heard that despite all of his stage antics and lustful, tough-guy looks, Matt came from a strict Southern Christian background. He was a country boy who didn’t smoke or drink, who loved and honored his parents, and who addressed all adults as “sir” or “ma’am.”

I was an Air Force child, a shy, pretty little girl, unhappily accustomed to moving from base to base every two or three years. By the time I was eleven, I had lived in six different cities and, fearful of not being accepted, I either kept to myself or waited for someone to befriend me. I found it especially difficult entering a new school in the middle of the year, when cliques had already been established and newcomers were considered outsiders.

Small and petite, with long y/hc hair, y/ec eyes, and an upturned nose, I was always stared at by the other students. At first girls would see me as a rival, afraid I’d take their boyfriends away. I seemed to feel more comfortable with boys—and they were usually friendlier.

People always said I was the prettiest girl in school, but I never felt that way. I was skinny, practically scrawny, and even if I was as cute, as people said, I wanted to have more than just good looks. Only with my family did I really feel totally protected and loved. Close and supportive, they provided my stability.

A photographer’s model before her marriage, my mother was totally devoted to her family. As the oldest, it was my responsibility to help her with the kids. After me, there were Don, four years younger, and Michelle, my only sister, who was five years younger than Don. Jeff and the twins, Tim and Tom, hadn’t yet been born.

My mother was too shy to talk about the facts of life, so my sex education came in school, when I was in the sixth grade. Some kids were passing around a book that looked like the Bible from the outside, but when you opened it, there were pictures of men making love to women, and women making love to each other.

My body was changing and stirring with new feelings. I’d gotten looks from boys at school, and once a picture of me in a tight turtleneck sweater was stolen from the school bulletin board. Yet I was still a child, embarrassed about my own sexuality. I fantasized endlessly about French-kissing, but when my friends who hung around our house played spin the bottle, it would take me half an hour to let a boy kiss my pursed lips.

My strong, handsome father was the center of our world. He was a hard worker who had earned his degree in Business Administration at University of Texas. At home he ran a tight ship. He was a firm believer in discipline and responsibility, and he and I frequently knocked heads. When I became a cheerleader at thirteen, it was all I could do to convince him to let me go to out-of-town games. Other times no amount of crying, pleading, or appealing to my mother would change his mind. When he laid down the law, that was that.

I managed to get around him occasionally. When he refused to let me wear a tight skirt, I joined the Girl Scouts specifically so I could wear their tight uniform.

My parents were survivors. Although they often had to struggle financially, we children were the last to feel it. When I was a little girl my mother sewed pretty tablecloths to cover the orange crates that we used as end tables. Rather than do without, we made the best of what we had.

Dinner was strictly group participation: Mother cooked, one of us set the table, and the rest cleaned up. Nobody got away with anything, but we were very supportive of one another. I felt fortunate to have a close-knit family.

Going through old albums of family photographs showing my parents when they were young fascinated me. I was curious about the past. World War II intrigued me, especially since my father had fought with the Marines on Okinawa. He looked handsome in his uniform—you could tell he was posing for my mother—but somehow his smile looked out of place, especially when you realized where he was. When I read the note on the back of the picture about how much he missed my mother, my eyes filled with tears.

While rummaging through the family keepsakes I came upon a small wooden box. Inside was a carefully folded American flag, the kind that I knew was given to servicemen’s widows. Also inside the box was a picture of my mother with her arm around a strange man and, sitting on her lap, an infant. On the back of the photo was inscribed “Mommy, Daddy, y/n.” I had discovered a family secret.

Feeling betrayed, I ran to phone my mother, who was at a party nearby. Within minutes I was in her arms, crying as she calmed me and explained that when I was six months old, my real father, Lieutenant James Wagner, a handsome Navy pilot, had been killed in a plane crash while returning home on leave. Two and a half years later, she married Paul y/ln, who adopted me and had always loved me as his own.

Mother suggested I keep my discovery from the other children. She felt it would endanger our family closeness, though when it did become known, it had no effect on our feelings for one another. She gave me a gold locket that my father had given her. I cherished that locket and wore it for years and fantasized that my father died a great hero. In times of emotional pain and loneliness he would become my guardian angel.

By the end of the year, I’d been nominated to run for Queen of Del Valley Junior High. This was my first taste of politics and competition and it was especially trying because I was running against Millie Collins, my best friend.

We each had a campaign manager introducing us as we went from house to house knocking on doors. My manager tried to talk each person into voting for me and donating a penny or more per vote to a school fund. The nominee who collected the most money won. I was sure that this competition would jeopardize my friendship with Millie, which was more important to me than winning. I considered quitting but felt I couldn’t let my parents or my supporters down. While my mother was out looking for a dress for me to wear to the coronation, my dad kept reminding me to memorize an acceptance speech. I kept putting it off, certain I was going to lose.

It was the last day of the campaign, and a rumor began circulating that Millie’s grandparents had put in a hundred-dollar bill for their vote. My parents were disappointed; there was no way that they could afford to match that much money and even if they could, they objected on principle.

The night they announced the winner, I was all dressed up in a new turquoise blue, strapless tulle net formal that itched so badly I couldn’t wait to take it off. I sat beside Millie on the dais in the large school auditorium. I could see my parents with happy, confident looks on their faces though I was sure they were going to be disheartened. Then the principal walked up to the podium.

“And now,” she said, hesitating to heighten the suspense, “is the moment you’ve all been waiting for . . . the culmination of a month of campaigning by our two lovely contestants: y/n y/ln . . .” All eyes turned toward me. I blushed and glanced at Millie. “ . . . and Millie Collins.” Our eyes locked for a brief, tense moment.

“The new Queen of Del Valley Junior High is . . .” A drum roll sounded. “ . . . y/n y/ln.”

The audience applauded wildly. I was in shock. Called up to the stage to give my speech, I had none. Sure that I was going to lose, I’d never even bothered to write one. I walked, trembling, to the podium, then looked out at the crowded auditorium. All I could see was my father’s face, growing more disappointed as he realized I had nothing to say. When I finally spoke, it was to apologize.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m not prepared to give a speech, as I did not expect to win. But thank you very much for voting for me. I’ll do my very best.” And then, looking at my father, I added, “I’m sorry, Dad.”

I was surprised as the audience graciously applauded, but I still had to face my father and hear him say, “I told you so.”

Being elected Queen was a bittersweet victory, because the closeness that Millie and I once shared was restrained. Still, to me that crown symbolized a wonderful, unfamiliar feeling: acceptance.

My newfound tranquility ended abruptly when my father announced that he was being transferred to Wiesbaden, West Germany.

I was crushed. Germany was the other side of the world. All my fears returned. My first thought was, What am I going to do about my friends? I turned to my mother, who was sympathetic and reminded me that we were in the Air Force and moving was an unavoidable part of our lives.

I finished junior high school, my mother gave birth to baby Jeff, and we said our goodbyes to neighbors and good friends. Everyone promised to write or call, but remembering past promises I knew better. My friend Stephanie jokingly told me that Matt Sturniolo was stationed in Bad Neuheim, West Germany. “Do you believe it? You’re going to be in the same country as Matt Sturniolo,” she said. We looked at a map and found that Bad Neuheim was close to Wiesbaden. I said back, “I’m going over there to meet Matt.” We both laughed, hugged each other, and said goodbye.

West Germany

The fifteen-hour flight to West Germany seemed interminable, but finally we arrived in the beautiful old city of Wiesbaden, headquarters of the U.S. Air Force in Europe. There we checked into the Helene Hotel, a massive and venerable building on the main thoroughfare. After three months, hotel living became too expensive and we began looking for a place to rent.

We felt lucky to find a large apartment in a vintage building constructed long before World War I. Soon after we moved in, we noticed that all the other apartments were rented to single girls. These Fräuleins walked around all day long in robes and negligees, and at night they were dressed to kill. Once we learned a little German, we realized that, although the pension was very discreet, we were living in a brothel.

Moving was out of the question—housing was too scarce—but the location did little to help me to adjust. Not only was I isolated from other American families, but there was the language barrier. I was accustomed to changing schools frequently, but a foreign country posed altogether new problems, principally that I couldn’t share my thoughts. I began to feel that my life had stopped dead in its tracks.

September came and with it, school. Once again I was the new girl. I was no longer popular and secure as I’d been at Del.

There was a place called the Eagles Club, where American service families went for dinner and entertainment. It was within walking distance of the pension and soon proved an important discovery for me. Every day after school, I’d go to the snack bar there and listen to the jukebox and write letters to my friends back home in Austin, telling them how much I missed them. Drowning in tears, I’d spend my weekly allowance playing the songs that were very popular back in the States—Frankie Avalon’s “Venus” and the Everly Brothers’ “All I Have to Do Is Dream.”

One warm summer afternoon, I was sitting with my brother Don when I noticed a handsome man in his twenties staring at me. I’d seen him watching me before, but I’d never paid any attention to him. This time, he stood up and walked toward me. He introduced himself as Steven Wright and asked my name.

“y/n y/ln,” I said, immediately suspicious; he was much older than me.

He asked where in the States I came from, how I liked Germany, and if I liked Matt Sturniolo.

“Of course,” I said, laughing. “Who doesn’t?”

“I’m a good friend of his. My wife and I go to his house quite often. How would you like to join us one evening?”

Unprepared for such an extraordinary invitation, I grew even more skeptical and guarded. I told him I’d have to ask my parents. Over the course of the next two weeks, Steven met my parents and my father checked out his credentials. Steven was also in the Air Force and it turned out that my father knew his commanding officer. That seemed to break the ice between them. Steven assured Dad that I’d be well chaperoned when we visited Matt, who lived off base in a house in Bad Nauheim.

On the appointed night I tore through my closet, trying to find an appropriate outfit. Nothing seemed dressy enough for meeting Matt Sturniolo. I settled on a navy and white sailor dress and white socks and shoes. Surveying myself in the mirror, I thought I looked cute, but being only fourteen, I didn’t think I’d make any kind of impression on Matt.

Eight o’clock finally arrived, and so did Steven Wright and his attractive wife, Carole. Anxious, I hardly spoke to either of them during the forty-five-minute drive. We entered the small town of Bad Nauheim, with its narrow cobblestone streets and plain, old-fashioned houses, and I kept looking around for what I assumed would be Matt’s huge mansion. Instead Steven pulled up to an ordinary-looking three-story house surrounded by a white picket fence.

There was a sign on the gate in German, which translated as: autographs between 7:00 and 8:00 p.m. only. Even though it was after eight o’clock, a large group of friendly German girls waited around expectantly. When I asked Steven about them, he explained that there were always large groups of fans outside the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of Matt.

I followed Steven through the gate and up the short pathway to the door. We were welcomed by James Sturniolo, Matt’s father, a tall, gray-haired, attractive man, who led us down a long hallway to the living room, from which I could hear Brenda Lee on the record player, singing “Sweet Nothin’s.”

The plain, almost drab living room was filled with people, but I spotted Matt immediately. He was handsomer than he appeared in films, younger and more vulnerable-looking with his haircut. He was in civilian clothes, a bright red sweater and tan slacks, and he was sitting with one leg swung over the arm of a large overstuffed chair, with a cigar dangling from his lips.

As Steven led me over to him, Matt stood up and smiled. “Well,” he said. “What have we here?”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I just kept staring at him.

“Matt,” Steven said, “this is y/n y/ln. The girl I told you about.”

We shook hands and he said, “Hi, I’m Matt Sturniolo,” but then there was a silence between us until Matt asked me to sit down beside him, and Steven drifted off.

“So,” Matt said. “Do you go to school?”

“Yes.”

“What are you, about a junior or senior in high school?”

I blushed and said nothing, not willing to reveal that I was only in the ninth grade.

“Well,” he persisted.

“Ninth.”

Matt looked confused. “Ninth what?”

“Grade,” I whispered.

“Ninth grade,” he said and started laughing. “Why, you’re just a baby.”

“Thanks,” I said curtly. Not even Matt Sturniolo had the right to say that to me.

“Well. Seems the little girl has spunk,” he said, laughing again, amused by my response. He gave me that charming smile of his, and all my resentment just melted away.

We made small talk for a while longer. Then Matt got up and walked over to the piano and sat down. The room suddenly grew silent. Everyone’s eyes were focused on him as he began to entertain us.

He sang “Rags to Riches” and “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” and then with his friends singing harmony, “End of the Rainbow.” He also did a Jerry Lee Lewis impersonation, pounding the keys so hard that a glass of water he’d set on the piano began sliding off. When Matt caught it without missing a beat of the song, everyone laughed and applauded except me. I was nervous. I glanced around the room and saw an intimidating life-size poster of a half-nude model on the wall. She was the last person I wanted to see, with her fulsome body, pouting lips, and wild mane of tousled hair. Imagining Matt’s taste in women, I felt very young and out of place.

I glanced up and saw Matt trying to get my attention. I noticed that the less response I showed, the more he began singing just for me. I couldn’t believe that Matt Sturniolo was trying to impress me.

Later, he asked me to come into the kitchen, where he introduced me to his grandmother, Minnie Mae Sturniolo, who stood by the stove, frying a huge pan of bacon. As we sat down at the table, I told Matt I wasn’t hungry. Actually I was too nervous to eat.

“You’re the first girl I’ve met from the States in a long time,” Matt said, as he began devouring the first of five gigantic bacon sandwiches, each one smothered with mustard. “Who are the kids listening to?”

I laughed. “Are you kidding?” I said. “Everyone listens to you.”

Matt seemed unconvinced. He asked me a lot of questions about Fabian and Ricky Nelson. He told me he was worried about how his fans would accept him when he returned to the States. Since he’d been away, he hadn’t made any public appearances or movies, although he’d had five hit singles, all recorded before he’d left.

It felt like we’d just begun talking when Steven came in and pointed to his watch. I had dreaded that moment; the evening had gone so fast. It seemed I had just arrived and now I was being hurried away. Matt and I had just started to get to know each other. I felt like Cinderella, knowing that when my curfew came, all this magic would end. I was surprised when Matt asked Steven if I could possibly stay longer. When Steven explained the agreement with my father, Matt casually suggested that maybe I could come by again. Though I wanted to more than anything in the world, I didn’t really believe it would happen.

a/n - thoughts on this story so far? all the fashion and technology and things is still based in the time period its set in but i promise it gets better as the story goes on! i know the age gap is crazy but back in the day it was normal and its the age gap in Priscilla’s book so i just stuck with it. I in no way support this at all🎀

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h0unds-of-h3ll · 8 months

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Dolly

A collection of head canons that involve you becoming Elvis’s little doll.

Big daddy! Elvis x Playboy bunny! Reader.

Hc.

Warnings: ownership, playboy. Drinking, smoking. Innocence kink, corruption. Sugar baby/daddy exchange. Age gap. Elvis wants you to stay his doll forever. Chokers. Sex.

A/n: Inspired by: https://be-my-ally.tumblr.com/private/719329605910167552/tumblr_2VzVj6g1Kadkago3K

Ps: I love you girlie, please update. On my hands and knees begging for possessive big daddy E.

The beginning

You hadn’t been there for more than a couple weeks before the girls started gossiping.

“You know he’s coming this weekend, right?!”

“I’m going to wear pink, or do you think that’s overdone?”

“What if he kisses me?”

The rumors spread all throughout the weeks about the Elvis Presley visiting the bunny house.

It made your stomach churn and your heart burst out of your chest.

He was your first crush, albeit you were just a little girl compared to him. So who were you to think you had a chance with him?

The more mature women had a far greater chance of getting with him then you did.

You were just a sweet young thing, nothing more nothing less. That’s what men had loved the most about you was the innocence you exuded.

If only they knew what you thought every night about Elvis.

Him ravaging you in your pink little room.

Oooo, how livid your bunny sisters would be.

Hugh didn’t mind all the chaos and drama going throughout his mansion, all the reporters and journalists in the bushes once word got out.

He knew at the end of the day that the more publicity he got that the more people would come to his party than ever recorded.

However he didn’t favor how many of his girlfriends talked about Elvis than him.

Elvis this, Elvis that. Pure and utter Elvis mania.

He started to wish that the weekend wouldnt hurry up and come so that he would have to hear the man's name again.

Worried about you, one of his newest favorite girl becoming corrupted by this hysteria.

Pre game

Saturday night finally rolls around after a hectic week of photo shoots, modeling and being a hostess to dying men.

The girls constantly talked about Elvis, what he’s going to wear, what he smells like, the length of his cock.

Normal girl talk.

They placed bets on how far they can get, sleeping with him would let them win the entire night.

You couldn’t help but blush and bow your head as the older women chatted amongst themselves about if he’s cut or not.

Your closest sister, Holly, who was only a couple years older than you and was the last new girl before you got initiated.

Confiding in her, asking for her guidance and she delivered.

“Just be confident, honey, he’ll love you like I do and all the other girls do. Just be yourself and don’t be afraid of him,”

She runs her hands over your shoulders and smiles at you in the mirror, helping you get ready.

“And I’m sure he won’t bite,”

She leans down to your ear looking up at you through her thick lashes.

“Unless you tell him to.”

The meeting

When the limousine pulled into the yard all hell broke loose.

He was late, the party had already started a couple hours ago. The house breathed from the inside out from how many people mingled in there.

People drank and smoked, fucked in the bathrooms and halls.

You were alone since Hugh appointed high value men to Holly to entertain.

You held a platter of little shot glasses full of champagne around the house.

Adorned in your bunny uniform, the ears bouncing on your head as you walked around the palace.

The music was loud, almost deafening. It was your first party as a bunny and you weren’t sure if you were cut out for this.

Getting groped and cat called by every man you encountered.

You weren’t sure if you were ever going to see Elvis at this point, you heard that he was here but you never even seen him.

After a empty trey and an ass grab, you decided that you needed a break. Putting the trey on the kitchen counter you snaked your way to the back of the house where the grotto was. Holly had introduced you to it when you needed to get away from the house.

It was a little walk away but it wasn’t bad.

The only thing you were concerned about was Hugh knowing you left. Your heels sunk into the ground as you walked, you slipped them off and held them as you continued.

Sniffling softly into the dark sky, your lashes were heavy and the glitter on your cheeks slid down your face as fat alligator tears began to fall.

The dainty lights in the vast pool was your only light that guided you.

Only a couple people were talking around the cave as you entered.

You couldn’t see who it was as you sat by the rocks a bit aways down. Your heels laid next to you, kicking your legs out in front of you, you sat on the top of the little rocks- admiring the water below you.

Your cheeks were flushed and your face was damp.

Big adult feelings became all too overwhelming.

You listened to a man ask another if he wanted another cigar, the other replied with a raspy no. The two conversed behind you on the long velvet seats watching you. Your ears piqued at the familiar sound. It couldn’t be could it? Your nose is too stuffy as you try to breathe.

“Get ‘er for me.”

The couch groans as a man comes over to you, gently touching your shoulder you jump at his touch.

You look up at him and he smiles softly at you, his blue eyes were kind.

You take his hand as he pulls you up.

Maybe it’s because you’re naïve but it’s refreshing to have a man whose nice to you for the first time all night.

As he helps you up, you see the other man sprawled out on the couch. Long legs spread out wide, he’s chewing on the butt of the cigar it’s almost burnt all the way up. He’s puffing smoke out of the side of his lips. His face is covered up by a pink pair of sunglasses.

why he wore sunglasses at night is beyond you. Wearing a big white fur coat. He strokes his thighs, fingers weighed down by heavy shiny gold rings. In that moment you know its him, Elvis Presley.

Jerry pats the small of your back, walking you to him.

“Go talk to him sweetheart.”

You’re a bunny so you follow directions as soon as you’re told. You nod your head, big ears flopping as you do and stand in front of the wolf staring down at you. You stop a few feet in front of him, staring at your feet timidly. Jerry sits at the far end of the couch.

He takes the cigar from his lips and holds it between his two fingers, stretching his arm out on the back of the couch. The smoke billows out of his mouth.

He pats his thigh with his other hand and you can’t will yourself to sit on his thigh. To touch him. Be that close to him.

“Are you shy nungen?”

You can’t will yourself to speak, you almost choke. His voice is so deep, much deeper than what you’ve heard only on television. You nod. He grins.

“Aint nothin’ wrong with that.”

He runs his hand up and down his broad thigh. He licks his lips slowly.

“Y’know lil’ darlin’ I ain't gon’ do nothin’ unless you wan’ me too, jus’ wan’ talk to ya is all.”

You don't know how but the older man, gives you a puppy dog look that you can't turn down. You smile a little.

“I like how when you smile your nose wrinkles, ya ever notice that ‘bout yourself?”

You nod.

“It's one of the reasons why Hugh hired me.”

You glance up at him through his lashes as he takes a drag from his cigar.

“Got a purty lil’ voice too,”

He breathes out the smoke while he talks.

“What d’you think Jerry? Think I should take ‘er home with me?”

It's not the fact he's insinuating that he wants you long-term that makes a warmth pool in your panties.

It's the fact that he's so confident that he’s able to take you home with him.

“Sure, as long as she keeps her lil’ costume.”

Elvis smiles like a Cheshire Cat, so wide to the point his smile lines show.

“So what d’ya say, you wanna be my little Dolly?”

After

That night was the last night you spent in that mansion.

Hugh was wildly infuriated for the first few hours that Elvis introduced the idea of taking you home.

But Elvis wasn't a quitting man and he fought for what he wanted.

(He won the fight after the payment of $7 million, but a win is a win.)

The girls were upset that you out of all of them won the king.

Holly just gave you a hug and a smile, telling you that she knew that you had it in you.

He flew you out to Vegas the next morning, and let you watch him perform.

Bought you thousands of dollars worth of dresses and jewelry in the span of a couple of hours.

Made you wear a collar around your neck with embedded diamonds.

He liked how innocent you were to the point where it was just downright mean.

He ran his hands over your sides and you thought nothing of it, kissed your neck, and called you his Dolly.

The Mafia almost made fun of you from how stupid you were.

Asking if you could kiss him good luck behind the stage.

After the show, he was soaked with sweat and breathing heavily. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and told you to stay up in his room and wait for him in that pretty purty little white cotton bra and panty he got you. With your little bunny ears on.

You did as you were told, sat with your legs under you, hands flat on your thighs on his big bed.

When he does come up its almost brutal how fast he’s taking off your underwear. How quickly he gets worked up and hard he fucks you.

Adrenaline raging through his veins. Even if he's old and his back hurts, he’ll fuck you like a jackrabbit.

You can most definitely tell the girls back at the mansion that he wasn't cut, and the head of his wide cock gets caught on your soaked little hole every time he fucks back into you. Watching the cream of your cunt start to compile on his shaft.

He was worried that your little cunt wouldn't be able to take him. You're just a little girl, if he wanted to, he could really damage you. But why would he want to hurt his little Dolly?

Mascara smeared across your face, your pretty red lipstick was smeared all over his.

He almost bruised your cervix every time he held down your hips to the mattress, angling you in such a specific way that it made you cry. Filling you up as he came into your womb.

“I-its too much!”

“Nah satnin, you're just a sensitive lil’ thang. Can’ help it if you can’ take it.”

This was very experimental and I was just trying something new. Let me know if you guys like this format and are interested in reading more!

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flowersforjude · 11 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You’re attacked on your way home from shopping and Elvis is none too pleased about it.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3,687

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Violence, some mild cursing, angry but protective E, reader gets hurt but E is there to patch her up, there’s some fluff at the end!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | I know I kind of fell off the face of the Earth but I’m back! There were some family things I had to take care of, but regular posting will be back. This was requested by a sweet anon. I hope you enjoy it, love! And apologies for the long wait!

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Your fingers held tightly to the bags in your hands. Your feet light as a ballerina's as you skip to your car. It had been a successful day of shopping—new clothes, some treats for your friends, and a few small gifts for your husband, Elvis.

The scent of fresh leather and perfume still seemed to hang in the air around you as you pulled out of the parking lot. Your fingers traced the smooth surface of a new silver bracelet on your wrist, and you smiled at the thought of showing everything you got to Elvis. You imagined his face full of gratitude and happiness when you gave him the new watch and rings you got him.

The anticipation of returning home and showing off your finds made you press the gas pedal the tiniest bit harder. Elvis' delight in seeing you model your new outfits never wavered, even after how long you'd been together. You could already hear him excitedly telling you that he had the perfect shirt or jacket to match a dress you bought or that he had a tie that would go with the color of a blouse you got. It warmed your heart to see him so happy over matching with you—something others wouldn't understand. Something only the two of you would share.

As you came to a stop at a red light, you happened to glance in your rearview mirror. Your brows came together, and it took you a moment to make sure you weren't seeing things.

There was a car that looked alarmingly familiar—a shade of red with a crack in the windshield. You swore that it was the same vehicle that was parked a few spaces from you at the mall.

You tried to shake off the feeling of unease that was creeping up inside you. It's not like you didn't see a million cars that looked alike every day. This had to just be a coincidence, you told yourself, but as the traffic light turned green, the car still trailed behind you. It crept closer to your bumper, and you could see the occupants. A man sat in the driver's seat, and a woman accompanied him in the passenger side.

Your eyes locked with the man’s, and you shuddered with a wave of cold fear. You pressed harder on the gas, wanting to get away from the whole situation. The possibility of this being a coincidence seemed more and more unlikely as the car looked to be following your every move. You made a few turns, hoping to lose them, but he stayed right on your tail.

Your mind raced with thoughts about why these people were following you. In all your years with Elvis, you never had a crazy fan interaction. Elvis had told you stories of encounters he had that left him uneasy, but the worst you had was some staring when someone recognized you. Which, thankfully, didn't happen often. Most of the time, it was just young girls who knew you were Elvis' wife. But was this something you needed to be concerned about?

Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you attempted to keep composure. You didn't need to lose your cool on the highway, and surely these people weren't bold enough to follow you all the way home.

You hoped.

As you turned onto your street, the car continued to follow you, and some of your anxiety gave way to annoyance. You loved that so many people adored your husband because he was able to bring so much delight to his fans, and he got so much joy from it as well. But some people took their admiration too far.

The driveway of the home you shared with Elvis was coming up, and the vehicle was still on you. You had to think of something.

You pulled into the drive and parked the car. When you saw that they had actually followed you into the driveway, you were shocked. The nerve of some people would never fail to amaze you. You waited a moment to see if they would get out, but they simply sat in their car, staring into the back glass of yours. You could feel their eyes on you, even from a distance.

You decided to take matters into your own hands. Even though you were filled with apprehension, you got out of your car and walked up to theirs, your hands clenched tightly to keep them from shaking. As you approached, the driver rolled down his window.

"Can I help you?" You asked, trying to sound confident.

The man looked you up and down before speaking. "What?"

You could feel your annoyance spike. These people had followed you all the way home, and now they wanted to act like they didn't know what was going on.

You tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke. "I asked if I could help you because you've been following me for miles now."

The man looked at you with a blank expression, and the woman stayed silent. After a second, the man gave you a sly grin, and you could see a hint of malice in his eyes. "We just wanted to say hello to the Queen."

Your stomach churned, and a wave of disgust swept through you at his words. What was phrased as a compliment was made to sound like a threat, and you were feeling extremely unsafe now. You knew that Elvis had a lot of fans, but something about the way the man spoke and the look in his eyes made you uneasy. You took a step back, inching closer to your car.

You tried your hardest to put on a smile and not show your fear. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I have to get inside now."

As you turned back to your car, ready to get away from this strange encounter, the woman yelled from her seat. "Look, we're just big fans of Elvis, and we saw you at the mall, and we wanted to follow you home to maybe meet him." You glanced back at her. She wore a small smile meant to seem friendly, but you weren't convinced. "We're sorry if we scared you."

Knowing your husband better than he knew himself, you were fully aware that if you went up to the house and told him there were fans at the gate that wanted to meet him, he'd come down here and give them his undivided attention. That was just the type of person he was. Elvis was thoughtful, and oh so kind. But you didn't want these people around any longer than they had to be. You got an off feeling from them, and if your mother taught you anything, it was to trust your gut.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves. Not knowing how they would react once you turned them away made you not want to speak at all. "I'm sorry, but I don't think that'll be possible. I'm not sure if Elvis is even home yet. He's a very busy man, as I'm sure you can gather." You waited with baited breath as the couple took in your rejection.

The woman's expression soured. "We just wanted to say hello," she said, her voice growing increasingly bitter. "What's the harm in that?”

You could feel their eyes boring into you, and you knew you needed to end this conversation before things escalated. "I'm sorry.” You repeated, backing up a few inches. "But it's just not possible right now." The woman huffed, and the man glared at you. You apologized one more time before turning your back to leave.

Just as your hand was about to close around the car door handle, you heard rushed footsteps coming up behind you. You had just enough time to whip your head around before your back was pressed against the front gate.

The woman had gotten out and was now gripping the front of your shirt as she held you in place. "You think you're so special, don't you?" She hissed, her eyes filled with jealous rage. "Just because you have a ring on your finger doesn't mean you own Elvis."

"Let me go!" You shouted, struggling to free yourself, but that just seemed to aggravate her further. She jerked you forward, and your head slammed into the metal gate from the momentum. Your head throbbed from the impact, and you cried out as you felt the warm trickle of blood run down the back of your neck.

As you attempted to regain your composure, the man slowly got out of the car. His dark look was gone now, replaced with something akin to boredom. "Come on, baby." He said, his voice smooth and coaxing. "Let's just go. This isn't worth it."

But she wasn't listening. Her eyes stayed locked with yours, and you could see so much hatred in them.

You were acutely aware of how vulnerable you were. You were alone, with no one to help you. Your heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of your chest as you tried to shake off the woman's grip. You had to do something. You couldn't stay there and let them hurt you.

"I don't want any trouble," you said, your voice embarrassingly shaking. "Just leave me alone."

The woman rolled her eyes, and before you knew it, you were hissing in pain as your hands scraped on the rough concrete of the driveway. "Fine, we'll leave you alone. But I'm gonna teach a spoiled bitch a lesson first."

Her hands seized your hair and yanked you up. A hiss left your lips as a blazing fire shot through your skull. Before you could think of a way to fight back, she had shoved you face first into the gate, which rattled from the collision. Your cheek bounced off it, and she laughed. "Oh, that bruise is gonna look good," she sneered.

You could hear the man behind you sigh. "Come on, baby," he said again. "We need to go."

"No!" She shouted. "This stuck-up little bitch needs to know she's not queen almighty."

As you jerked in her grasp, you could feel the woman's nails digging into your scalp. You knew that you couldn't just take the abuse. You just didn't know what to do. But like a godsend, you happened to glance to your right. The intercom to the house was inches from you. You wouldn't even need to get free from your attacker; just somehow get your arm up a bit to press the button and call for help.

Her partner was still trying to convince her to leave, so she was distracted. You slowly began to raise your arm up, inch by inch. You shook with adrenaline, but at last your finger crushed the call button down.

"Help me! Someone! I need help!"

The woman let out a squeal of aggravation, and finally her grip on your hair faltered. You took the opportunity to try to push her off you.

She went to grab at you again, but voices from up the drive sounded out. You could pick out Elvis' voice in the pack, and that alone made you sigh with relief.

"Fuck this." You heard the man say. "Enough is enough. I'm leaving with or without you." He ran off to the car. It started up but didn't leave. "Come on!" He yelled.

The woman wouldn't move, though, even as Elvis and the guys got closer. She just lunged at you again.

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" You see Elvis running towards you, his eyes filled with concern and anger.

The woman stepped back, suddenly realizing how dire the circumstances had turned for her now.

"Y/N." Elvis called. You turned to follow his voice and were dazed by the sheer comfort his presence brought.

He whipped open the gate and was by your side instantly. He took your face in his hands, his thumbs going over the bruise forming on your cheek. Tears filled your eyes as everything that occurred crashed down on you. "Are you okay, baby?" Elvis asked, his voice gentle as he wrapped you tightly in his arms, pulling you into his chest. His scent flooded your nose—aromatic wood smoke and spicy cologne. It comforted you as nothing else could.

You felt a sob rise in your throat, but you swallowed it down. Elvis heard your sniffles and lifted your head."What happened?" He demanded, looking between you and the couple.

The man was still near the car, with Jerry and some of the other guys standing around him. The woman stood a few feet away from you with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"She attacked me when I wouldn't let her in the gate." You answered, your teary eyes meeting his.

The woman seemed to snap out of it. "You little bitch!" She screamed. "I'm gonna-"

"Alright, stop," Elvis interrupted. He stared at the woman in disbelief. "Stay here, darlin’.” He told you as he strode over to the woman.

The sound of his voice was too faint to be heard from where you stood. but the way he threw his arms around wildly made it clear he was not being nice. He thrust his finger in her face and pointed back towards the gate. His face was hard and his arms tense; a look of rage emanated from him.

You watched as Elvis set his attention on the man. They exchanged words before Elvis spat out something and pointed towards the car. The couple got in without further delay.

You looked away from the retreating vehicle and locked eyes with Elvis. You could see the rage still boiling within him as he marched over to you. You knew he was trying his best to keep himself from losing his temper entirely, so you reached out your hands for him. He took them without hesitation, gripping them tightly as he pulled you into an embrace once more.

Your face fell into his chest, pressing your cheek against his shirt. "Oh, darlin'." He whispered, his voice filled with worry. "We need to get you inside." He ran his hands through your hair to inspect some of the damage.

You nodded, not trusting your voice, and let him lead you towards the house. You clung to him like a lifeline, soothed by his warmth and the way his arms felt around you.

As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a little foolish for letting yourself get into that situation in the first place. But you knew it wasn't entirely your fault. Elvis' fame brought unwanted attention, and sometimes it spilled over onto those closest to him.

Once inside, Elvis led you to the couch in the living room and sat you down gently. “Let’s see here,” he said, his voice soft as he swiped his thumb across your bruised cheek. His eyes carefully roamed over your face, taking in the swelling of your cheek before turning your hands over and inspecting the gashes on your palms.

"You hurt anywhere else, honey?" He hesitated as if afraid of the answer.

You nodded. "I'm pretty sure the back of my head is cut." You answered, pointing to the base of your skull.

He sighs before standing and moving to take a look. Elvis was gentle as he parted your hair and examined the laceration, his fingers lightly brushing over the wound. "Oh, baby." He murmurs before kissing the crown of your head. You close your eyes, savoring the sensation of his lips against your hair.

"We need to go to the hospital." He said firmly as his brows furrowed.

He was already moving away from you when you reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him mid-motion. “No, please.” You said, your voice quieter than normal. You didn't want to cause an even bigger fuss, so you shook your head and tried to stand up. “I just want to be here with you.”

Elvis looked at you for a long moment, his eyes softening as he caught onto your sentiment. "Alright, let's clean these wounds up then." He said finally, gesturing for you to come with him to the bathroom.

He helped you sit on the edge of the tub before going off in search of supplies—bandages, antiseptic, and some ice—he thought would help with the swelling of your cheekbone. Once fully prepared, he knelt down beside you and began tending to you.

He worked quickly while still being careful with you, not wanting to cause any more unnecessary pain. His touch was gentle as he swabbed away the dirt from the cuts on your palms. He wiped them down with antiseptic, only pausing when you winced or tensed from the sting. Each time, he'd look at you apologetically before rubbing soothing circles on your knee and continuing his work. You watched him work in silence, marveling at how attentive he was.

"There," he whispered softly. It was clear he wanted to make sure that you were alright, though there wasn't much more he could do for now other than offer you comfort.

You give him a light smile before leaning forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug, burying your face into the crook of his neck. You sighed contentedly as Elvis' lip made a path across the side of your face up to the shell of your ear. His lips were like ballet on your skin as they moved across it, making it seem like everything was alright again.

"Thank you." You mumbled into his skin.

He chuckled breathlessly. "Anything for my girl."

The next few hours passed by uneventfully. The time was filled by pretending nothing happened by lounging on the couch with Elvis while the television played and showing him what you got from the mall. There was something that lingered in the air, though. Something that wasn't spoken but felt just as strongly.

Elvis was off, and you only had an idea as to what the matter was. You knew it had to do with the incident with the couple. You couldn't tell what he was thinking, though. You just watched as all the troubling emotions passed over his face for the rest of the day. You wished you could take it all away, but you knew that wasn't possible. All you could do was be there for him, and that's what you intended to do.

As the sun set below the horizon, Elvis got up from his spot on the couch and stretched his arms. "We should get you to bed." He said, looking down at you.

You nodded, smiling up at him. "Yes, please; I'm exhausted."

He didn't chuckle at your eagerness like he normally would. And while you both readied for bed, he was distant. There was none of his usual playfulness. No flicking water at you while you brushed your teeth. No cheekily swatting at your butt as you walked past him in your little nightgown. You could've written it off as him not wanting to be too rough with you after the ordeal, but that didn't seem right.

The bed dipped as you two settled into the blankets. On a typical night, Elvis would instantly pull you into him, his arms coming around you to hold you as you fell to sleep. Tonight, he only stared blankly at the ceiling.

“E.” You whispered quietly, your hand coming to rest on his chest. “What's wrong, baby? You've seemed down all evening.”

Elvis turned to face you, and you definitely noticed how he flinched slightly when his eyes flickered to the bruise on your cheek. “It's my fault,” He said boldly, his voice filled with remorse and sadness. You felt your heart constrict at his confession.

You looked at him, confused. "How is it your fault, baby?"

"I wasn't able to protect you." His voice was low as he fiddled with the ends of your hair. He couldn't make himself meet your gaze.

You reached down and took his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "You did protect me, Elvis. You were there for me."

He finally looked up at you, his eyes filled with grief. "But I couldn't stop it from happening in the first place."

You squeezed his hand. “It's not your fault.” You insisted firmly.

Elvis nodded slowly, his hand still in yours. "I just can't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

You scooted in closer to him, resting your head on his chest. "I know," you whispered. "But I'm okay now."

Elvis wrapped his arm around you and held you close, his lips pressing gently against your forehead.

You could feel his heart beating in his chest, and it was as if it was in sync with yours. The two of you lay there in silence for a few moments before you felt Elvis stir beneath you. He shifted, moving so that he was hovering above you.

"I need you to know how much I love you." He spoke with an intensity you've only heard from him a few times.

Your heart swelled at his words. "I love you too, E," you replied.

Elvis kissed you, his lips moving slowly over yours. The gentleness of his mouth was like a butterfly's wings as it flitted through the air. You knew he was trying to convey all of his emotions through the way his lips moved against yours. He gave you one last peck before pulling back to look at you. "I don't ever wanna let you go." He said, his eyes piercing into yours.

You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing circles on his skin. "You'll never have to." You promised, your voice unwavering.

In that moment, as you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you knew no matter what happened, Elvis would always be there to catch you when you stumbled. And in return, you'd always be there to pick him back up when he fell.

This was so fun to write, and I'm really happy with it. Thank you for the request, anon!💕

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vintagepresley · 2 years

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68’ COMEBACK SPECIAL

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 6745

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. TONS OF SMUT. Virgin reader, dry humping, oral (m receiving), fingering, praise kink, some daddy talk, teacher/student. Etc etc

Authors notes: I don’t really know what to say about this one. But they call it the COMEback special for a reason, looool. Possible spelling errors. I hope you enjoy!

Recommend song:

“I know baby you can’t lick it, I’ll make you give in.”

It’s the rehearsals for the 68’ Comeback, a huge event that was going to be debuted on NBC for none other than Elvis Presley. This was his huge comeback to the music industry after being away for so long and making movies that he eventually got tired of. This was a TV performance that needed a live audience for him to perform to, you happened to be one of the lucky people who got picked out to be in the audience for the special. Your mother protested it, but you were 20 years old, and this was a once in a lifetime experience. You’ve always been a huge fan of his and had the biggest crush on him much like every other woman in the world. You were so excited to be able to watch his big return and to see some of the behind the scenes for it as they filmed. You were lucky enough to get a seat right at the front of the small square stage. It was bound to be an intimate performance with how close he was to everyone. You had worn a special outfit for the occasion, a black and white short sleeved, mod style dress that your mother thought was too short, but you argued with her that it was the fashion nowadays, you paired that with white stocking that came up just below your knee with black flats to match. You left your hair down and curled it a bit, keeping it held back with a head scarf to match your outfit and a simple pair of earrings, your make up was a light-colored eyeshadow and mascara, making your lashes look like the how the fashion models did theirs and a light shade of pink lipstick. You were hoping it would catch his attention. Please let him notice me.

It was almost time for him to come out as they set up for the stand-up part up the special and much like every other woman in the audience you were so excited, your heart practically beating out of your chest. You couldn’t believe you were going to be seeing Elvis Presley in person and be so close him. The lights in the studio were dimmed and the applause sign going off informing you all to start clapping as he began to walk out onto the stage. You felt your heart sank into your stomach the moment you saw him in that black leather suit, his hair slightly messy but perfect as well. You felt faint by the sight of him, biting down on your bottom lip gently as he took the stage and grabbing his guitar. You didn’t think it was possible for him to be so beautiful in person. Throughout his entire performance you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and the way that tight leather hugged each part of his body, the sweat dripping down his face, and sweat dripping down the part of his chest that was visible. At one point during his performance, he dropped to his knees right in front of you, legs spread wide open, you caught yourself staring at places you knew you shouldn’t have. You quickly looked away from him, hoping he hadn’t noticed you were staring. But... He did.

The two of you now continued to make eye contact with each other and you noticed the smirks that played on his lips each time he looked at you. You thought it was all in your head that he was looking at you, but each time he did, it made you all flustered. Shortly after his performance was done, they announced they would be taking a short break to set up for the sit-down portion of the show. As Elvis was heading back to his dressing room, he stopped and walked over to Jerry who was standing with some of the other guys watching the performance from behind the scenes and he pointed you out in the crowd that was now thinning out as they changed the set-up of the stage, “Ya see that lil’ girl over there, Jerry? Bring her back to my dressing room for me, will ya.” He said patting Jerry on the shoulder before making his way back. Jerry not questioning Elvis’ reasoning went over to where you were and introduced himself to you. “Hey, I uh... I’m Jerry, I work for Elvis, and he wanted me to bring you backstage.” He spoke in a hushed tone. You raised an eyebrow at him with a confused and nervous look on your face. Elvis wants me to come to his dressing room? This can’t be real. “Hi, I’m N/A. Me? Really?Oh, I- Okay, I guess.” You said in an anxious tone. You weren’t sure what was happening or why this was happening. But you couldn’t pass up the opportunity no matter how unsure you were of his intentions.

Jerry gestured for you to follow him and so you did, taking slow deep breaths as you walked past the crowd towards the backstage, nervously playing with your hands. Elvis had made himself comfortable as he waited, he was sat on the big light brown couch that sat in his dressing room, legs spread open and a towel around his neck with his head tilted back against the couch. Once you and Jerry approached his dressing room door, Jerry knocked gently before opening the door, “EP? I’ve got N/A here.” He said and Elvis tilted his head back up with a smile and grabbed a hold of the towel that was around his neck and tossing it to the side, you peered into the crack of the door and caught a glimpse of him, biting your bottom lip. “Well, don’t be shy darlin’ come in..” he said playfully. You slowly made your way into his dressing room, Jerry shutting the door behind you, glancing back at it nervously before turning your attention back to Elvis. He looked gorgeous sitting on that couch, and you couldn’t help but glanced down at his legs wide-open, manspreading as he usually did, he was still sweaty which you thought was so hot, you caught yourself staring at the same place he caught you looking earlier, and you quickly adverted your eyes elsewhere. You could feel your face becoming red especially with the way he was looking you up and down admiring how your dress hugged every curve of your body. You weren’t sure what to say, you were so nervous, and he could tell. “So…N/A?” he hummed. “What did you think of my performance?” he asked with a smile. “Oh, it was amazing! Y-You were amazing as always.” You answered in a fangirlish tone. Oh god, shut up…

Elvis chuckled, “Thank you, honey. Why don’t come sit down… I don’t bite.” he says teasingly. When he called you honey you blushed and felt your knees go weak but snapped yourself back to reality as you slowly walked over to where he was sitting, fumbling nervously with your hands again as you sat beside him. Smoothing out your dress that was now exposing your thighs a bit more. Mother was right… This dress is too short… You took a deep breath as you were now face to face with this beautiful man. You let out a small gasp when he reached over and placed his hand on your right thigh, keeping it there. You hated how he was making you feel right now, it was feelings you never felt before that was building inside of you. “So, tell me about ya self, baby. How old are you?” He spoke lowly in that thick accent of his. You licked your lips slowly as you stared at him, his blue eyes practically staring into your soul as his hand squeezed your thigh a bit. “I’m 20, and um…” you said shyly. You weren’t sure what to say so you just blurted out, “I’ve been a big fan of yours basically all my life!” You giggled nervously. That made him smile and you watched as he scooted over closer to you, the fabric of his leather pants brushing up against your thigh, a part of you hated how much this was turning you on, but another part of you loved it.

You watched as he lifted his hand up from your thigh and up to face, resting it against your cheek and brushing the pad of his thumb against your skin gently. You took a deep breath as you moved closer to him, his facing getting closer to yours, now your lips were inches apart. You stared at those soft full lips of his, biting down on your bottom lip, screaming internally for him to kiss you already. “That pretty lil’ dress caught my attention, baby. But so did those wandering eyes of yours.” He whispered, a smirk forming on his lips. Oh, God… He noticed. You tried to act innocent and play it off, “I have no idea what you mean….” You whispered playfully. “Sure ya don’t, darlin’.” He whispered before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you softly, you kiss him back hungrily, your hands find their way against his chest, gripping his leather suit. You were surprised at your own actions; you were still a virgin and sure you’ve been on dates with guys but the furthest it got was some kissing nothing as intense as this though. You felt Elvis’ right hand against your thigh slowly moving its way up your dress, you reached one of your hands down to grab his arm to stop him, pulling back from him and you look down a bit embarrassed. He raised an eyebrow, and he placed his hand beneath your chin, making you look at him, his eyes now looking at you with concern. “What’s the matter, baby?” he spoke softly. You couldn’t believe you were going say this especially to Elvis Presley, who’s been with tons of girls probably more experienced than you, you sighed softly as you stared into those ocean blue eyes of his, “I-I’ve never done anything like this before. I… I’m a virgin.” He nodded slowly with a small smile. “That’s okay, baby. I won’t hurt ya. But if this isn’t what you want, we can stop. Okay?” you were surprised by his reaction, reaching a hand up to play with your hair, twirling it between your fingers nervously, as you took a moment to think about what he said, shaking your head. “No… I want to, Elvis. I just don’t want you to be disappointed in me being unexperienced.” You say quietly. He chuckled a bit. “Darlin’, I could never be disappointed… I’ll be gentle with you.” he said reassuringly. You bit down on your bottom lip, nodding in response.

He leaned toward you again, his hands finding your waist and gripping it firmly and pulling you closer to him as his lips found their way back to yours, kissing you softly, your arms slipping around his neck as you returned his passionate kisses. His hands on your waist turning you on more and you could feel the dampness that gathered in your panties. One of his hands made their way up your back and finding the zipper of your dress, he mumbled softly against your lips. “Can I take this off, little one?” despite you being nervous about doing this you were also so eager that you nodded your head quickly in response to his question. He began to slowly unzip the back of your dress, raising his hands up to slowly pull the dress down your shoulders and you pulled back from him a bit to help. You stood up slipping off your flats and slipping your dress off, letting it fall to the ground and now you were standing in front of Elvis in just your white bra and panties and knee-high stockings. His eyes scanning every inch of your body, biting down on his lip and you could see the obvious boner growing in his tight leather pants, begging to be released.

He sat up a bit in his seat now a wide smirk forming on his lips, “Can you take your bra off for me, baby?” he said, and you were blushing so much now your face was practically red. Elvis Presley is going to see me naked, this can’t be real. “Sure…” you said shyly, and you reached your hands around to unhook your bra and slowly slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. The cold air hitting your nipples and causing them to get hard had you immediately bringing your arms up to cover your breasts as you stared at Elvis. He chuckled leaning forward and reaching his hands out to remove your arms, pulling you toward him so you were standing between his open legs. “Don’t do that… I wanna get a good look at ya.” He teased, staring even more intensely at you. Between the look he was giving you and his cock growing harder by the minute in his pants, you were so turned on it was driving you wild, you could feel the wetness growing in your panties more, anxious to see what he was going to say or do next. He moved over now and patted the spot next to him. “C’mere, baby…” the words coming out of his mouth like silk.

You sat down beside him and watching him closely as he reached down to unbutton his leather pants, pushing them down enough just to reveal his hard cock that sprang right out, fully hardened now, you gasped at the length and the grith of his member, biting down your lip as you brought your legs up onto the couch sitting on your knees now, his hand reaching over to wrap around your waist, rubbing his hand gently over your back as his right hand took his cock into his hands, pumping it slowly, precum coating the head of it, he looked at you with a smirk as he spoke softly. “Soo… You’ve never done anything before, little one?” you shook you head slowly, “N-no…. just a bit of kissing.” He nodded with a smirk, his hand still slowly pumping his cock, a small groan escaping him as he spoke, “Well, I’m gon’ teach you so much, baby.” He pulled his hand back from your waist and up to your face, resting his hand against your cheek and letting the pad of his thumb brush lightly over your soft plump lips, and moving his hand to stick two of his fingers into your mouth. “Lemme see you suck on my fingers, baby. Slowly….” He said in a low tone. You were so turned on by this and he’s hardly done anything, and you could feel the heat between your legs growing, your panties practically soaked now as you began to suck on his fingers nice and slow. He watched you intensely as his groans grew a bit louder the faster that he started pumping his cock in his hand. He mumbled between each groan, “Good girl… Good girl.”

He started pumping his fingers slowly into your mouth now and you reached up to hold onto his wrist as your eyes stayed on him as you continued sucking on his fingers and when he saw how comfortable you were becoming, he pushed them a bit further into your mouth. You couldn’t help but gag a bit but continued sucking and now bobbing your head a bit faster. “Fuck, there you go… just relax.” He mumbled as his breathing became heavy; he wanted your mouth on his cock so bad. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, covered in your salvia now and licked his lips. “That was your first lesson, I think you’re ready for the next….” He used those two fingers you just finished sucking on to gesture for you to lean down toward his cock. You moved in a more comfortable position on the couch still sitting on your knees as you leaned down toward his cock, a bit nervous but excited at the same time. A man has never made you feel the way Elvis was making you feel in this moment. You loved every minute of it. He lined his cock up with your lips and brushed the tip against them slowly, the precum from his cock coating your bottom lip. “Open, baby.” He demanded. His left hand resting against your back rubbing it gently, you slowly open your mouth and wrap your lips around the head of his cock, slowly inching him further into your mouth as much as you could and began to bob your head slowly. He tilted his head back as he let out a soft groan, bringing the hand up that was holding onto his cock to grab hand full of your hair to keep it out of your face as he tilted his head forward, watching you take him in your mouth. “Goddamn… You’re a quick learner.” He cooed. Carefully pumping your head a little faster on his cock. Hearing those words turned you on and made you happy that you were pleasing him the way he liked, you started swirling your tongue around the length of his cock.

“Fuck…. Just like that…. I want you to relax that throat now, baby. Are you ready?” he spoke softly. You responded with a “Mmhmm.” against his cock, preparing yourself for what was to come next, he tightened his grip on your hair and kept your head still as he began to thrust his hips up and plunging his cock deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and you gag around it, saliva already gathering at the sides of your mouth, dripping down the sides of his cock. His groans now louder than before. He brought the hand that was resting against your back, down to your throat, brushing his hand gently against it. “Mmm, such a good girl. Just keep that throat relaxed for me.” He said between heavy breaths. His hand moving back to rest against your back, lingering down to your white panties, his fingers tracing over them, giving your ass a gentle slap. You yelped softly against him and now he was he was fucking your mouth at a steady pace, hitting the back your throat each time he thrusted into you, causing more obscene noises to escape you, making a mess on his lap with your salvia. His hand that was resting on your ass moved further down between your legs and he rubbed two of his fingers against the soaked fabric of your panties, pushing his fingers against your folds, a big smirk forming on his lips because of how wet you were for him. You grinded your hips slowly against his fingers and he continued to rub his fingers against your panties, giving you the friction that you’ve been yearning for and now while he was throat fucking you, you were moving your hips back and forth against his fingers at a slow pace, letting out soft mumbled moans against him. His head was tilted back against the couch as his own groans filled the echoing room. “G-goddamn….” He groaned out. You could’ve made him cum right then and there, but he had other plans for you, so he pulled your head back, his cock popping out of your mouth covered in your spit, strings of salvia dripping from your mouth as he pulled you up.

“Damn, baby.” He chuckled softly. “I’m gon’ have so much fun with you.” You couldn’t help but giggle. You couldn’t believe what was happening right now or what you just did for him. But you were wanting more. Much more. He grabbed his cock pushing it back into his leather pants but leaving them unbuttoned now. You were curious about what he was doing, and you began to pout. He caught a glimpse of your face. “Don’t worry… It’ll be back out, little one. I still have much more to teach you.” He said as a small chuckle escaped his lips. “Take your panties off, baby.” He hummed. You stood up from the couch and hooked your fingers between the hem of your panties and slowly slipped them off, kicking them to the side with the rest of your clothing. He patted his right thigh gesturing for you to come sit on his lap, you sat yourself down on him, your legs on either side of him, your pussy now sitting directly on his cock, you could feel every inch through his pants against you, throbbing for you. You reached your arms up to wrap around his shoulders, he leaned forward kissing your now messy lips and trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder until he reached your breasts, swirling his tongue over your right nipple, grazing his teeth over the sensitive bud. You let out a soft whimper as you watched him, twirling your fingers in his hair gently, he then moved over to do the same to your left nipple before trailing his kisses back up to your lips, kissing you deeply as his hands found their way to your hips, he positioned himself better on the couch, spreading his legs open a bit wider.

He began to grind your hips against him slowly, you let out a small moan feeling the harsh leather against your thighs and your pussy, the friction it was causing against you made your eyes roll back a bit, another soft whimper leaving your lips as you squirmed slightly, Elvis was enjoying seeing you behave this way, it turned him on. He was hardly touching you and you could feel the slick from your pussy dripping onto his pants. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear, “I told you… I’m gonna be gentle with ya.” He smirked as he leaned back and now his hands were squeezing your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he began to grind you a bit faster on his hips as he slowly began to move his own up against you. You couldn’t contain the next sound that escaped your lips, a soft whimpering moan. How was is possible for him to make you feel this way? He wasn’t even inside of you. He was driving you crazy now, but the smirk on his face said it all. He got off on this. Heavy petting. You wanted to take this leather off, you wanted him to just fuck you already, but he shook his head when you tried. “Uh uh… No, darlin’. What did I say? I’m gonna teach you how to please me.” He said sternly. You pouted but went along with it because you were still new to this. He lifted his hips a bit to thrust against you and you gasped softly feeling the harsh leather hit your clit as he grinded your hips slower and deeper against him, your slick leaving streaks along his pants each time you moved against him, your juices dripping down his pants. You blushed at the sight of how wet he had gotten you. The sounds of your soft moans growing louder and his groans filling the room, you almost forgot where you were for a minute until you heard movement outside the door.

You tried your best to not be so loud, but it was hard when Elvis was pushing you deeper into this ecstasy of passion, now he let go of your hips and rested his hands behind his head and he grinned, “Go ahead, baby… Show me how much you want my cock..” He said teasingly. Your hands gripped at the collar of his leather suit as you now began to grind yourself against his pulsing bulge, moving yourself faster as you humped him, your breathing becoming heavier by the second and your moans louder, he didn’t take his eyes off you as he watched you proudly, biting on his bottom, groaning loudly. You slowed your movements, and they became long and slow, the slick from your pussy dripping down your thighs now. Your hands moving up to grab at his hair, tugging and pulling at his dark locs. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you whispered almost breathless into his ear, “I-I’m gonna cum... E-Elvis....” he heard those words, and he shook his head, grabbing your hips and stopping you. “Not yet, little one.” He said softly. You let out a small whine. You desperately wanted him to just fuck you already. But this was his game. He enjoyed the foreplay.

Now he was lifting you up and turning you around on top of him, you let out a small yelp because you weren’t expecting the sudden change and now your back was facing him, comfortably placing your knees on either side of him again, you weren’t sure what he was doing now. He slouched down against the couch to get in a better position, holding your hips, you could now feel his cock directly up against your ass, and you wiggled it against his cock teasingly, the harsh leather rubbing in between your ass, you were getting used to the feeling of it and was enjoying how rough it felt against your skin, he pulled you back so that you were resting against his chest and he began to slowly grind his hips up against you, the bulge in his pants moving up against your ass and he kept one hand on your hips and moved the other down between your legs, trailing his hand up and down against your thighs, your eyes fluttered shut as you exhaled sharply at the feeling of his hands so close to where you were wanting him, your arms reaching up to wrap around his neck, your hands getting tangled in his hair as your body is now stretched out on top of him, he leans his head down a bit, kissing at your neck soft and you whimper softly when you finally feel his hand where you needed it, against your wet heat. He moved two fingers between your dripping wet pussy lips, and now you started to grind not only against his fingers in desperation, but your ass was moving against his cock, the friction from both ends driving you insane as he continued to kiss your neck. He lifted his head up a bit to peek at his fingers that were now covered in your juices, mumbling softly against your soft skin, “Fuck. I love how wet that pussy is just for me….” He brought his lips back to your neck. You got flustered by his words, whining softly as you spoke shakily, “P-Please… I want to feel you inside of me….”

He smirked, gliding his fingers back between your wet folds as his hips continued to grind up against your ass a bit faster now, his groans vibrating against your neck, rubbing one of his fingers against your sensitive clit in slow circular motions, causing your legs to shake a bit and a louder moan escaping you, tugging at his hair now, while you continued to grind your ass up against him, he moved his hand up that was holding your waist to your breasts, squeezing them gently, he started kissing on a different part of your neck now, leaving his mark on you. Two of his long fingers now slowly inching into your tight wet pussy, he took his time getting them inside of you as you stretched around them, but he could feel you tightening back up. You couldn’t control the loud high pitched moan that escaped you, your head tilting back in pleasure, your eyes shut tightly as you felt his fingers deep inside you, you whimpered the words, “Fuckkkk..” under your breath as he slowly began to pump them inside of you, the wet sounds filling the air as he pumped them a bit faster once you adjusted around them. “Good girl, good girl… Taking my fingers nice and deep in that pussy.” He whispered softly against your ear.

His words having you on the brink of cumming all over him. He’s been teasing you this whole time that you didn’t think you could wait any longer. He moved his hand down from your breasts and back to your hips now grinding your ass against him at a quicker pace, while also having you ride his fingers as they pumped deep inside you. Your face against his, leaving sloppy kisses against his lips as you moaned out in pleasure, pulling tighter at his hair, his groans long and low against your mouth, your toes curling from the stimulation of his fingers and his cock grinding up against you in sync together. You whimper in between your moans trying to form a sentence, “I-I… I’m going to cum. P-Please… C-Can I, daddy?” you begged against his lips. You never thought you’d be saying those words. But you could not hold back any longer, the orgasm that was building inside of you was screaming to get out. “Cum for me, little one…” He whispered softly against your lips giving them another kiss. Hearing those words were all you needed for that sweet release and as your body moved once more, you were gripping tightly at his hair and he hissed softly at the feeling as he groaned out loudly at your movements and as your body tensed up above him, your mouth forming an O shape as you finally reached the orgasm that had be building up, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as you cum all over his fingers, the euphoric feeling taking over and your body squirmed above him as you rode out your orgasm against him, breathing heavily as your movements came to a slow stop, your body weak from being over stimulated.

“Damn, baby… You made a mess. I ain’t finished with you yet.” He chuckled softly. Your eyes widen at the sound of his words. Yet? YET? You didn’t think you could take anymore, even though you were still desperate to feel his cock inside of you. You watched as he brought his fingers that was covered in your juices up to his lips and tasting you. You blushed at the sight, biting your bottom lip as you heard a soft, “Mmm.” escape his lips. You sat up now in his lap and turning yourself back around to face him, kissing his lips softly to taste yourself. He brought out a different side of you... Someone you didn’t think you were, but around him… You would do anything he asked. Anything to please him. “How does my girl taste, hm?” he said teasingly. His girl? The sound of that made you want to melt right into him. “Yummy….” You whispered against his lips. You glanced down at his pants to see he was still hard as a rock. How was that even possible? You then noticed he had came all over the inside of his pants, a bit of it was seeping out at the top, you brought your hand up to your mouth and giggled softly. He raised an eyebrow at you and then looked down to see his pants. He chuckled softly, “Ahh, shit… That’s your fault, ya know?” he said playfully. “Don’t you have to go back out to perform, Elvis?” you asked. “Ha, yeah. Well… Bill won’t be too happy about me ruining the pants.” He laughed.

Now he was slowly unbuttoning the leather jacket and removing it, exposing his chest and you reached up to rub your hands gently over his skin, your fingers twirling through some of his chest hair, you leaned forward pressing light kisses against his chest, his skin so soft and a bit sweaty still and you couldn’t help but inhale his scent, glancing up at him with a smile as your eyes met his. “So… What are you going to teach me next?” you say teasingly. He was enjoying this side of you, a grin forming on his lips as he spoke, “I’m gonna give ya what you want, little one.” Your eyes widened with excitement, and he grabbed your hips and lifted you up, and switching positions now so that you were laying down on the couch. You loved the way he manhandles you. Nipping at your bottom lip as you watched him with excitement hovering above you, you could feel yourself getting wet all over again just from the sight of him. He grabbed a hold of your thighs, spreading your legs wide open for him as he moved himself between you, pressing you up against his leather pants, your eyes rolling back from the feeling of it against your bare pussy, grinding himself slowly up against you. You took a deep breath as he did, you were hoping he was done with his teasing. You needed him more than he knew. He hooked his arms around your thighs and brought them up toward him, you wrapped them around his waist tightly and now he was pressed firmly right up against you, his hands resting by either side of your head against the couch and he started grinding himself up against you a few more times, as he leaned down kissing along your breasts as he moved his hips back and forth humping your pussy, the leather causing so much friction between the two of you he finally couldn’t take it anymore and he reached a hand down in between the both of you with his left hand, tugging his pants down a bit just enough to pull his girthy member out.

He now lined himself up with your pussy that was dripping with your slick all over again and throbbing in desperation for him, you brought your hands up to his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you so that his chest was pressed against your own and now he was guiding his cock between your folds and circling the head against your sensitive swollen clit. You let out a soft moan the anticipation of him being inside of you building. You were nervous, but more than ready to feel him inside of you. His beautiful blue eyes staring deep into your N/A eyes, pressing a soft kiss against your lips and he whispered softly, “Are you ready to take me inside of you, baby?” You nodded your head slowly, “Yes, please…” you cooed. You were bracing yourself now as you felt him pushing the head of his cock inside of you, inching slowly and carefully. He groaned softly, “Fuck… So, fucking tight for me…” He whispered. You whimpered softly from the pain, clawing lightly at his back as you felt him pushing himself inside. He gave your lips another gentle kiss. “Just relax, baby….” He said with such warmth in his voice. You nodded. You were slowly stretching out around his cock and slowly adjusting to his size, the feeling going from pain to pleasure. You tilted your head back moaning softly, he felt so good deep inside of you, filling you up. “You okay, baby?” He whispered through a soft groan, brushing his hand against your face. You nodded with a smile and now he began to pump his hips against you slowly, your moans growing louder with each thrust that he made.

His lips finding yours again, each of your moans vibrating against each other’s lips, your hands clawing deeper at his back and piercing the skin as he began to pick up the pace and moving quicker into you. He groaned out loudly, “Fuck, you feel so good around my cock...” he hissed and now he plunged his cock deep into you, his breathing becoming heavier which each movement, his hands placed back at either side of your head, gripping the fabric of the couch tight between his fingertips and now you were moving up against him. The sounds you were both making growing louder and louder by the minute, your eyes fluttering shut from the amazing sensation. You couldn’t believe that you were fucking Elvis Presley. This didn’t feel real to you at all. But it was. Now his hips were slamming into your own roughly, and you began to moan his name out over and over and louder, “Elvis.. Elvis… ELVIS….” Someone was bound to hear what was happening in here now. Your hands moved down from his back to his ass and squeezing it tightly through his pants with a playful smirk on your lips and keeping them there as you both were reaching that euphoric peak. Beads of sweat running down his face, his hair sticking to his forehead, he looked beautiful. You whimpered loudly from the feeling of how deep his cock was in you and all the spots he was hitting just right. You didn’t think you’d be able to cum twice, but he was about to prove you wrong.

He his head was now buried into your neck and your hands gripped his ass tighter and you whispered against his ear almost breathless, “E-Elvis, baby… I-I-I’m gonna cum….” You were hoping he was close as well, you wanted him to fill you up with his cum, make you his. When he heard your words, it only forced him to fuck you deeper, harder and as he groaned out against your neck, his words coming out mumbled and airy when he spoke, “D-Do you want me to cum inside you, baby? O-Or pull out?” Bringing your hands back up and tangling it into his messy hair, you practically begged as the words left your mouth holding him close to you, “P-Please….. C-Cum inside of me, Elvis… Please…” That’s all he needed to hear, you were both on the edge of your orgasm and he thrusted one more time inside of you, his hips bucking as he let out a loud moan against your ear and you felt the sweet release of his cum filling you up as he reached his orgasm and yours followed immediately after, moaning out his name at the top of your lungs, cumming all over his cock, the both of you riding out your orgasms together until your movements come to a stop and his body falls against your own, his head resting against your chest as the both of you try to catch your breath. Your hands brushing his hair softly as you glanced down at him.

You suddenly hear a loud knock on the door that nearly makes you jump. You hear a strange man’s voice who’s accent you couldn’t place. “Elvis! You were supposed to be back out on that stage 10 minutes ago!” he shouts. Elvis lifts his head up to look at the door as he shouts back, “Alright, Colonel. I’ll be out in a minute!” he the mumbles under his breath, “Goddammit.” Before he looks up at you with a smile and cupping your face in his hands as he kisses your lips, whispering against them, “This was amazing, baby. Will you stay and wait here for me after the show?” he smiled. You couldn’t help but smile widely at his words and you nodded your head slowly, “Of course.” You hummed. He planted another kiss on your lips, pulling himself out and climbing off you and standing up to put his leather jacket back on and walking over to the mirror to fix himself. You bit down on your lip as you felt the warmth of his seed seeping out of you and you turned yourself over onto your side, your right hand resting against your head. You just stared at him, admiring him, and giggling as he looked down at his pants again forgetting what he had done in them earlier. “Ah fuck it….” He mumbled as he pulled his pants back up and buttoned them, shaking his head. “All your fault, little one.” He laughed. He came back over to you to steal another kiss from your lips.

A louder knock coming from the door, the Colonel yelling, “ELVIS.” And he rolls his eyes as he hears the man’s voice again. “Alright, alright, I’m coming, goddammit!” You giggled and he shook his head with smirk as he headed for the door, looking back at you as he opened it. “Don’t ya go anywhere, darlin’” as he spoke softly giving you a wink and then shutting the door behind him as he walked out.

You shifted around to lay on your back again, staring up at the ceiling, smiling to yourself happily, bringing your hands up to cover your face, still processing what just happened and thinking to yourself, Elvis Presley just took my virginity.. Oh my god…

PART TWO :))

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You Know Why

Pairing: Nick “Goose” Bradshaw x Female Reader.

Summary: You’re a sexy sweetheart with a past and a toxic boyfriend. Goose sees that and wants better for you. Why? You know why. ❤️

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, hurt/comfort, reader has jerk boyfriend, toxic relationship, some curse words, punching, Goose becoming “Mr. Steal Your Girl”. ;)

Word Count: 4,787

A/N: I couldn’t come up with a name I liked for Reader’s boyfriend in this so he’s just “Boyfriend” LOL. The word “Squid” used in this story is a common nickname for Navy sailors, usually intended as a mild insult. This idea comes from the 150 Random Writing Prompts list by @writinginstardust.

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“Blue Hawaii” and “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Presley. 🎵

I really like this one. 😍 I hope you enjoy! :)

Lieutenant JG Nick "Goose" Bradshaw thought he always knew what his type of girl was. He wanted one that shared his sense of humor and values. Someone who didn't mind his silly antics with his best friend and someone who could understand how important his service to the Navy was to him. Someone he could feel comfortable with introducing to his mother. He let his friend, Maverick, chase the hot-to-trot bombshells. As nice as they were to look at, Goose knew he didn't want the hassle and drama those types inevitably came with. Or at least that's what he thought until he met you.

You worked at a little hole in the wall BBQ restaurant near the docks. The wall decor was tacky and the air always had the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. None of that mattered to Goose. The pulled pork sandwich was to die for and best of all, the restaurant had an old upright piano in the corner open for anyone to play. At least that's what he told himself on the reasons why he kept coming back. You were leggy and buxom. A "body built for sin", as they say, or even for the pages of a girlie magazine, as it was rumored you had once posed nude in one.

"I'm telling ya, man! I've seen her in there as Miss March, like, a year ago." Wolfman once told Goose during a round of locker room talk.

"Yeah, you say that but you fail to come up with the evidence." Hollywood chimed in, laughing, while Wolfman claimed he no longer had the magazine to prove it.

"Mother Goose got the hots for a centerfold?" joked Slider.

"She's not a centerfold." Goose flatly stated despite not being quite sure of himself. He didn't know why he suddenly couldn't come up with one of his quick quips. "She's not..."

As if reading his friend's mind Maverick spoke up.

"Hey, so what if she is?" He said to no one in particular.

"Like any of you horn dogs really care?"

Maverick turned and smiled and nodded at Goose who returned the nod. The conversation went in another direction and all was quickly forgotten. Except Goose didn't forget. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

Your story was that you had moved out to California from some small town in the Midwest. Like many girls before you, the bright lights of Hollywood had attracted you and your ambition was to make it as an actress or a model. Needless to say, your Tinseltown dreams never panned out. Not wanting to go back home but no longer able to afford L.A., you relocated south to much more laid back San Diego.

It really didn't matter to Goose whether or not you'd been a centerfold or whatever else was in your past. That was the least of it. His real problem was with that goddamn boyfriend of yours.

...

Goose sat on the piano bench in the restaurant, messing around on the keys, lazily playing whatever song came to his mind. It was early on a Friday night and the place seemed deserted at the time. It was only him, the bartender, and one other patron who looked half asleep at the bar.

Goose hummed a few notes. From where he sat, he could see the small parking lot. He saw you sitting in the passenger seat of your boyfriend's Trans AM. Even from the distance, Goose could feel the tension. Your arms were folded across your chest, your face turned away from the guy in the driver's seat. The RIO watched your boyfriend's lips move. He was yelling at you, that was for sure. It made Goose shift uncomfortably. He didn't like it when any man raised his voice at a woman. You turned and said something back to your boyfriend, your face did not look happy. You turned again and made an attempt to exit the car, when the guy grabbed your arm. Goose felt ready to jump up to your defense but you quickly shook your boyfriend off and got out of the car in a huff. You slammed the passenger door so hard it rattled the car windows. Your boyfriend peeled out moments later.

You opened the door and stomped inside. You were so fired up you didn't even notice Goose sitting there at the piano until he casually said:

"Trouble in paradise?"

You froze and looked at Goose. He was in jeans with a T-shirt and a blue Hawaiian shirt.

He kept his eyes on the piano keys.

"Goose." You said. Just seeing him made you calm down a bit.

You walked over to the piano and stood next to him.

"Where's your partner in crime?" You asked.

Goose smiled and glanced at you over the bridge of his aviators.

"Mav? Oh, I imagine by now he's probably shacked up with some lady he picked up at the O club."

Goose paused and quickly added: "I mean, he had a date. Yeah, that's it. A date."

You chuckled as he winked and hit some keys trying his best to imitate the sound of a comedic rim shot.

"Have a seat, honey." He offered, nodding to the bench.

You had some time before your shift started. You slid your purse strap off your shoulder and rested it on top of the piano as you took a seat next to Goose.

"Everything OK, Y/N?" Goose asked, cautiously. He made it no secret he was not fond of your boyfriend at all.

You nodded and said: "Yes. I'm fine, Nick. Thanks."

He didn't press and you didn't offer anymore.

You reached out and touched a few keys.

"I never learned to play an instrument." You told him, changing the subject.

"It was just never a thing in my house. Growing up."

That was another thing. You didn't like to talk about your family.

He had been struggling all night to figure out what to play. "Great Balls of Fire" was his favorite song but sometimes he felt like switching it up.

Wanting to lighten the mood, an idea popped into his head and he started playing.

"Night and you/And Blue Hawaii/The night is heavenly..."

He turned and and smiled at you and continued singing:

"And you are heaven to me."

You felt your heart flutter and your cheeks blush.

"That's my favorite Elvis movie. Blue Hawaii." You mentioned.

"Yeah? It was on TV in the rec room last night." Goose said.

"I've always wanted to go there." There was a wistful tone to your voice.

"To Miramar's rec room?" Goose suggested. "It's nothing special. Let me tell ya."

You laugh. "No, you dork! I meant Hawaii."

Goose smiled and kept playing.

"You mean you've never been?!" Goose asked like it was impossible.

"Well, we should go! And WHO are you calling a DORK, missy?!"

You laughed and shook your head at his silliness but he went on.

"No, seriously, let's go, Y/N. It's beautiful! You'll love it! We'll go to Pearl Harbor first. Gotta pay our respects."

You giggle. "Of course, Goose."

"That's right! And then we'll do all the touristy shit, ya know? Like, we'll go to Waikiki Beach. It's crowded as all get out but don't worry we can still have fun. We can go swimming or surfing or snorkeling. Whatever you want, babe."

Goose winked at you as he continued to tickle the ivories. You couldn't help but smile. The man always knew how to make you smile.

"We'll go to a luau," Goose said. "Eat some pig that's been in the ground for half a day. Drink as many of those fruity drinks you like."

Playing along, you joke:

"Yeah and maybe if we're lucky we'll both get... Lei-ed."

Goose stopped playing and let out one of his loud, wild, and infectious laughs.

"Oh, baby!" He cackled. "At this point, I'd settle for a hula girl shaking her grass skirt in my face. But yes, ma'am!" He drawled.

"I always appreciate a nice lei." He gave you a knowing look over his sunglasses.

"You and me both, Navy man." You winked.

"Great Balls of Fire!" Goose quickly slid his hand back and forth across the keys so it made a range of notes.

You both loved the way you flirted with one another. Not so much in an overt sexually charged way but in a more tongue-in-cheek way.

"You're sweet, Goose. But I know it's all just a pipe dream." You sigh.

"Why do you say that?" He asks, softly, eyes still on the keys.

A beat of silence passes between the two of you.

"You know why." You replied.

"It doesn't have to be that way, Y/N." Goose replied.

Something about the way he spoke and the soft melody he was now playing made your heart feel like it was melting.

Changing the subject, you glanced at your watch and said you better get going but he gently touched your arm, stopping you.

"Wait," Goose said. "C'mere. I wanna show you something."

He patted his lap.

You raise an eyebrow. "What?"

"C'mere," Goose repeated, smiling. "This won't take long, I swear."

He pushes the bench back a little bit so you could stand up and sit on his lap.

You shoot him a quizzical look as you settled yourself on his lap. You feel butterflies dance in your stomach as he pulls you closer and his arms cover yours.

"This will be your first piano lesson." Goose tells you.

You laughed and turn to look back at him. "What?! Are you serious?"

"Don't worry, honey, it will be a freebie lesson. After that, I'm afraid I'll have to start charging. A guy's gotta eat, ya know?"

You can't help but giggle as Goose reminds you that you had just mentioned how you always wanted to learn an instrument.

"Yeah, but not right now!" You exclaimed.

"Oh, hush," Goose replied. "You're being a very difficult student to work with, young lady."

He turns you back so you are facing the piano. He places your fingers on the keys and rests his hands on top of yours.

He leans his head over your right shoulder and guides you on which keys to play. You can feel his breath hot in your ear.

The notes you make don't sound nearly as good as when Goose plays.

"That's all right, darlin,'" He coaxed. "It's a little awkward your first time but you practice enough and it will come more naturally."

He really didn't intend that as innuendo but you both catch it and chuckle.

Goose worked the pedal below while you kept trying the keys he taught.

"I'm no good at this," You comment.

"Here, let me show you."

Goose takes your hands off the keys but makes no indication that he wants you to get up so you stayed seated in his lap.

His arms flanked around yours and he shifted his body to scoot closer to the piano and you could feel his chest flush against your back. You caught a faint whiff of his woodsy cologne.

He started to play but he wasn't playing the same thing as before.

Gradually, you recognized the tune and it all started to click.

"Wise men say/Only fools rush in/But I can't help/Falling in love with you."

Goose sang softly in your ear.

You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you let out a sigh.

Sitting there in Goose's lap with his arms around you, the warmth of his body heat, his smooth singing voice serenading you, it felt so good. You felt warm, safe, and loved. Things you hadn't felt from anybody in a long time.

As Goose continued to sing, you closed your eyes and surrendered to the moment. Soon he was slowly rocking you side to side to the music. His face was so close to yours, you could feel his mustache brush against your skin.

"Take my hand/Take my whole life, too/For I can't help/Falling in love with you."

Goose finished singing and you both sat very still for a moment. Slowly, you twisted around to face him. He lifted his aviators up and rested them on top of his head. Your noses were practically touching. You were both staring at each other's lips. You both were breathing heavily.

You both wanted to say something but couldn't. You felt your bottom lip tremble but whether it was from anxiety or anticipation, you weren't sure.

Goose reached up and pressed his thumb to your lips and brushed it back and forth. Just when you felt like you couldn't stand it any longer, he leaned in and your eyes closed anticipating his kiss.

"Hey, Bradshaw!"

The voice of the restaurant manager made the two of you jump. It gave you such a jolt of surprise that you accidentally tipped backwards, catching yourself on the piano keys, resulting in a medley of sour notes. Goose reached out and helped you steady yourself.

"Are you gonna turn my waitress loose any time this year?"

The manager joked. He was a friendly, middle aged man.

"Dinner crowd's gonna be coming in shortly." He explained, his head sticking out from the kitchen door.

You watched as a range of emotions crossed Goose's face as he tried to pull himself together. He also had got lost in the moment before and had forgotten where he was. It was such an easy thing to do for both of you when you spent time together. He swore under his breath.

"Uh, yeah!" Goose called out your boss. "Sure thing, man! She's all yours."

Goose reluctantly released you. The piano bench made a scraping noise across the title as he pushed away from the instrument to allow you to stand up.

You gathered your purse and turned back to Goose. He remained seated on the bench, looking up at you with wide brown eyes.

"Thanks for the piano lesson, Goose," You tell him. "I gotta get to work now. See you around."

"Y/N, wait."

You shake your head no and started to move away as he stood up.

"No. I'm sorry, Nick."

Was it your imagination or did your voice just crack when you said his real name? It must have because you noticed the change in Goose's face. His brown eyes, reflecting concern. You both knew you only called him by his real name when you were being serious.

"I'll come back." Goose said. "Later. Tonight. When you're off."

You sigh. "That...That wouldn't be a very good idea. "

Goose inhaled and exhaled a very audible sigh of frustration.

"Your boyfriend? Is he coming back?"

You nodded.

"Look, I just don't want there to be any trouble..."

"Trouble?!" Goose repeated. He motioned to himself, trying to lighten the mood.

"C'mon. Do I honestly look like trouble?"

There was a beat and he added:

"OK, so I DO look like trouble but that's only when I'm with Maverick. He's a bad influence on me. Other than that I'm an angel, baby, I swear." He made a show of crossing his heart.

"Yes," You chuckle. "Yes, you are, Goose."

Damn this man, you thought. Damn this irresistibly charming, handsome and heartwarming man.

"Go to work, honey," Goose said. "I'll come back. "

...

Shit. Goose thought. The chance was right there and if it hadn't been for the worst timing in the world from your manager, you two would have kissed. One thing was made crystal clear: you felt the same way he did.

Goose never thought of himself as the type that would deliberately swipe another guy's girl. Tonight that was going to change. His reasons were valid. He was coming back and he didn't care if it started "trouble" or not. He wasn't afraid of your boyfriend and you shouldn't be either. You deserved better and he was going to give it to you. He was going to make you his.

All throughout your shift you couldn't get your mind off of Goose and the almost kiss you had with him at the piano. You kept replaying the scene over and over in your head. Oh God, how much you wanted him. And he wanted you, too. You told him not to come back but you hoped he wouldn't listen.

Please come back, Goosey. Baby, please.

You clocked out and when you walked out into the dining room, you felt your heart soar like a F-14 launched off the catapult.

Goose was waiting for you.

"Hey," He said, smiling. "I'm back."

"I see that." You said.

You wanted to run to him. You wanted to jump in his arms and plant kisses all over his pretty face but you restrained yourself.

He offered you his arm.

"C'mere. Walk with me awhile."

You walked together down to the pier. The night had a warm, balmy breeze. You both stopped along side the railing looking out at the twinkling lights of the passing boats.

"He's coming back to pick me up." You blurted, referring to your boyfriend. You were looking to break the awkward silence. You turned to face Goose.

"He's taking me on a date," You explain.

Goose only nodded and listened to you explain how your boyfriend had been asking you to move in with him. He had been starting to get very adamant it and it was causing problems, among other things.

"Does he hit you?" Goose asked, carefully.

You shook your head no.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N. You can tell me. You know that."

"I would never lie to you, Goose. You know that."

Goose nodded.

"I know you wouldn't, baby."

There was something about the way he said that. It was so firm yet so warm and gentle. You felt your eyes well up with tears. You managed to kept them at bay.

"Look, Y/N," Goose started. You wondered if you were finally going to discuss what almost happened at the piano earlier.

"Do me a favor." Goose stated, taking your hands in his.

He hesitated before looking you square in the eyes.

"Don't go on that date."

You stood there for a moment, holding hands and eye contact.

You felt your bottom lip tremble again.

"Why?" It was all you could manage to squeak out.

"You know why."

Goose reached up and brushed his thumb across your lip.

You couldn't take it anymore.

"Say it."

To your surprise, Goose shook his head no.

"Say it," You demand. "Say it, Nick! Say it!"

Goose kept shaking his head.

"No, honey. I'm done talking."

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You immediately surrendered to his embrace. Your hands were moving all over each other. He pulled you as flush as he could to his body. You let your hands slide up his sides, over his neck and into his hair. You had wondered before what kind of kisser he would be. He did not disappoint. His tongue danced with yours over and over in the most tender and loving way. A moan escaped from your mouth and Goose squeezed you tighter.

Goose reluctantly released you when it became necessary to breathe again.

Your eyes fluttered open. You both were panting steadily.

"Oh, Goosey," You whispered.

You hugged him again, pressing your face into his chest. You felt his arms wrap around you, feeling like a cozy blanket .

"Talk to me, honey," He soothed. "What is it?"

"I've made so many mistakes in my past." You told him. "I'm not proud of the things I've done."

Just thinking about your life back in L.A. made you want to cringe.

You looked at the gold cross that he wore on a short chain around his neck next to his dog tags. You reached up and rubbed the pendant between your fingers.

"I used to go church," You said, not sure why you were telling him this. "I used to be a good girl. Once upon a time. You're such a good man. You should get yourself a nice church girl, Goose. A good girl."

Goose cupped your chin and tilted your head to make you look up at him.

"I don't need to do that. I already got a good girl."

You were both smiling when he leaned down and kissed you again. He wanted to communicate through the kiss. He wanted you to know nobody was perfect, everybody has made mistakes, it didn't matter what your past was, the time was now and that's all that mattered.

The kiss was abruptly interrupted when a booming voice from behind said your name.

"Y/N?! What the HELL is going on?!"

You froze stiff. Goose immediately pulled you off to his side, moving in a defensive position in front of you. His protective mode had been activated.

There was your boyfriend, standing there just a few feet away.

He was shooting daggers at you with his eyes.

"I've been looking all over for you. Your boss said you left thirty minutes ago?!"

His glare found Goose.

"And who the fuck is this clown?!" He was looking at the aviator but speaking to you.

You felt your stomach knot with fear. You didn't want there to be a scene. You didn't want anyone to get hurt.

"No, no, no, pal," Goose answered, waving his index finger, voice dripping with sarcasm. "There's only one Bozo around here and it ain't me."

Your boyfriend put his hands on his hips and squinted his eyes.

"Oh, a real funny guy, huh? We'll see what's funny when I knock that shit-eating grin off your face."

You clutched Goose's arm. He looked back at you and touched your hand, reassuring you it was OK.

Turning back, Goose could only find amusement in the situation. Guys like your boyfriend were a dime a dozen. Their bark was always worse than their bite.

"Y/N, I asked YOU a question." Your boyfriend spat.

"He's my friend," You simply said.

Your boyfriend moved closer. Spotting Goose's dog tags, he scoffed.

"He’s one of those squids, huh? I should have known. Boy, you'd really screw anyone, won't you? All right, you had your fun. Come on. Let's go."

He had the audacity to stick out his hand, expecting you to take it.

You shook your head.

"No."

Your boyfriend's eyes widened with disbelief.

"What?!" He was not accustomed to being denied.

"No," You repeated, much louder. "I said no!"

Goose felt his heart swell with pride at your new found confidence.

Your boyfriend let his arm drop. He threw up his arms in frustration.

"I can't believe this bullshit!"

"Believe it, brother," Goose gloated. "You heard the lady. She doesn't want you anymore."

"Hey, asshole, " Your boyfriend pointed his finger at Goose. "Nobody is talking to you!"

"Yeah, well, I AM talking to you," Goose quipped. There was an edge to his voice he didn't use very often but he still maintained his composure.

He knew nothing made a pissed off person more angry than someone who wouldn't take the bait.

"She doesn't want you here. I don't want you here. That gives you one option: Go away and don't come around ever again."

Your boyfriend edged closer. To your surprise, Goose did the same.

With the two men standing in front of each other, you noticed how Goose was taller than your boyfriend. Goose had his shoulders squared and his chest was puffed out like a peacock. He wasn't exactly a super buff guy but he did have a decent build.

You watched in awe at the display in front of you. You never had two guys fighting over you before.

"Oh, yeah?" Your boyfriend whined, peering up at Goose. "What are you gonna do about it if I don't, hot shot?!"

Goose grinned so wickedly it was almost a little unnerving. He started chuckling. "What am I gonna do?! What am I gonna do?! " He mocked.

He began cracking up.

He turned around to you and called out: "Hey, Y/N! Your boyfriend here wants to know what I'm gonna do!"

You thought maybe Goose suddenly lost his marbles and your boyfriend looked just as perplexed.

Just as quickly as he started, Goose stopped laughing, turned back and violently snatched your boyfriend by his shirt collar, catching him completely off guard, lifting him off the ground. The action made your boyfriend yelp and you audibly gasp.

"Fuck around and find out." Goose told him, very matter-of-factly.

He released your boyfriend without warning and the man stumbled upon impact with the ground.

He looked visibly shaken up. You suddenly laughed. Mostly at yourself at why you let him bully you for so long. You walked over and defiantly linked arms with Goose.

Your boyfriend's panicked eyes flickered back and forth between you and Goose. You both waited to see what he would do next.

Nostrils flaring, he yelled: "Fine! Fuck it! You can have her, man. I was about done with her ass anyway." He told Goose.

He shot one more glare at you. "Fuck you, bitch!"

The last thing he saw was Goose's fist coming toward his face. It connected with his nose so hard it sent him flying backwards. He fell flat on his back on the pier, knocked out cold.

You gasped and turned to Goose. He was groaning, flexing his hand, rubbing his knuckles, trying to relieve the pain.

"I hate it when it does that!" He said, humorously, as if his hand had a mind of it’s own.

"I don't take it very well when somebody talks to my girlfriend like that."

You looked from your new boyfriend to your now ex-boyfriend laying splayed out.

"Is he going to be all right?"

Goose shrugged.

"I suppose so. Don't worry. He's still breathing. He'll walk it off. C'mon, let me take you home."

...

You walked back to the restaurant parking lot with your arms wrapped around each other's waist.

"I didn't know you could fight like that." You said, curiously.

"Yeah, I used to box a little bit while I was in Annapolis." Goose explained.

"I gave it up because I didn't want to screw up my hands. I like playing the piano more than boxing. It's good to know I still got it, though!"

You give him a sultry glance.

"I got to admit it was pretty hot." You give him a nudge.

Goose laughed and made a playful growl in your ear which made you giggle.

"That get your motor going, baby? I'll have to remember that."

"You're a little bit of a lover and a fighter, huh?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

As you reached the parking lot, there was one burning question still on his mind.

"Can I ask you a really, really random question?"

"Shoot." You reply.

"You used to do some modeling, right? Back in L.A.?"

"Yes?"

You both stop walking when you reach Goose's car.

He chuckled nervously while he scratched the back of his head.

"So were you ever in a magazine? By any chance?"

You laughed and regard him curiously. You folded your arms across your chest and gave him a pointed look.

"What kind of magazine are we talking about?"

" Hehehe... " He chuckled. He wonders if he's going to regret this but he just has to know.

"You know," He said. "A girlie magazine?"

Your mouth opens in surprise but you're not upset. It was actually quite funny.

You pretend to be flattered. You clasped your hands over your heart and bat your eyelashes.

"Oh, Goosey." You fake some sniffles. "It's so sweet of you to say that! That's always been a dream of mine ever since I was a little girl. To be the centerfold in a girlie magazine."

You then burst out with laughter.

"No, I was never in anything like that! Where on earth did you get an idea like that?!"

Goose was cackling with you.

"I'm sorry, honey! I honestly don't know where that idea came from."

I knew those idiots in the Miramar locker room were full of shit! Goose thought.

This time you took the lead and kissed him.

"I love you, Goose."

"I love you more, honey."

He held you in his arms not wanting to ever let you go.

"You know, Y/N," Goose started.

"I happen to have a really great Polaroid camera." His voice had a hint of mischief in it.

You smiled, slyly.

"That's nice. Any particular reason why you're telling me this, Goose?"

He shook his head.

"Nope! No reason at all! I just thought you'd be interested in that little tid-bit."

"Uh-huh." You clicked.

Goose opened the passenger door for you. Before you slid inside the car, you told him that he could show his camera to you "on the trip".

"What trip?" Goose asked.

You smiled. "Our trip to Hawaii, of course."

Goose laughed.

"Great Balls of Fire!"

#top gun #top gun 1986 #nick goose bradshaw #goose #goose x reader #nick goose bradshaw x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #reader insert #x female reader #bless you if you read all this b/c it's kind of long ❤

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Hello! I was thinking if you would like to do a yandere elvis x reader where the reader is really desired and love by everyone? Like she is kind of like Aphrodite where everyone justs want to be with her or be her. Please do this when you have the time and energy and when you can! If you do not want to do this, you don't have to♡ I love you, take care of yourself, stay hydrated, eat all your meals, and sleep well. I love you again, darling♡

note: ah all of you are so cute <3 this request is so awesome! and thank you so much for the last part, truly, it made me feel so happy. ilysm♡ (it also got me out of my writer block i need to smooch you!!!)

one thing elvis always knew about you is that you were too good to be true.

the first thing people notice about you is your beauty, you probably don't fit on those stupid standards — because you are the standard. everyone wants to be you or to be with you. girls try to copy your gracious moves, your cheerful laughter, your doe eyes and your adorable smile. boys wanted to kiss those pinkish lips, to hold those soft hands and to smell your perfume in their pillows after a night.

and elvis wasn't the exception. but what made the difference from those people to him is that he really loves you.

he loves your imperfections, how you sometimes get so angry you feel like breaking something in half or when you throw a tantrum and someone (anyone) tries to comfort you. and he doesn't care about that.

you want to break something? break his heart.

you want to scream at someone? scream at him.

you want to be a brat? be his brat.

be his everything.

“ goodbye! ”

your cheerful voice woke elvis from his daydreaming state.

both of you were walking on a park and this was the fiftieth time you rejected someone, he swears.

“ don'cha get tired of so many proposals? ” elvis says with a tint of sarcasm.

you laugh in response, taking some hair out of your face. “ yeah. but... what can i do? ”

you can tell me it annoys you and i will solve it. — that's what elvis tries to say before getting interrupted again. now, it's a girl dragging her brother who seemed too shy to talk to you. elvis rolls his eyes.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️

elvis' career skyrocketed after the louisiana hayride. and he loved it.

not only could he buy his mama a pink cadillac. but he could buy you anything you wanted.

now that he was this big thing, one of the things the colonel advised him not to do was to be seen with a girl as it was bad for showbusiness. elvis had to do some... convincing.

“ colonel, if i'm seen with these girl, i promise ya', my sales will never be more higher. ”

“ boy, no girl has ever do that. ”

“ yet. ”

and after showing the colonel one of the many photos he took of you (in secret), his manager accepted. sensing this to be a clever market strategy from the rising rock star.

just like you were the living image of aphrodite, he was the living image of apollo. such an amazing soldier fighting for what he wants. and what he wants, is you.

so imagine how big his victory smile is as he grabs a newspaper, you and him laughing inside a store; you holding some candy while elvis carries some bags from different stores, with the headline saying:

ELVIS PRESLEY IN LOVE?

oh yes. you could say that.

what elvis didn't anticipated was for you to get calls from different record companies, movie companies, modeling agencies, you name it! everyone wanted you!

not only were you elvis presley's girlfriend (as the press suspects) but you were absolutely beautiful with a sparkling aura surrounding you.

and elvis wasn't pleased with this.

“ doll, they getting you because you're known for being my girl. ”

“ so what? a job is a job! ” you jokingly said, turning around to face yourself on the mirror; clearly missing elvis' stern gaze behind you.

“ besides. ”

elvis clears his throat, sitting on your bed, your pillows comforting him somehow.

“ it's not like that's real. they just don't know we are the bestest of friends. ” you exclaimed with enthusiasm at your plan taking place. elvis wasn't that enthusiastic.

but there's where his best ideas born.

“ but what if they find out? can't they sue you? ”

at the word 'sue' leaving his mouth, you stop applying lipstick, looking at him worried.

“ what? can they do that? ”

now. elvis could just laugh it off and tell you that wasn't possible, that he was joking.

where's the fun in that, though?

“ yeah, obviously. ” he sighs, standing up while shaking his head in a disapproval manner, grabbing your face with his hands. “ this is why we should stick together. i don't care if you want to pose naked, i'll be there, my love. but we should really care about... laws in business. ”

you surprisingly believe every word he says, your eyes full of fear of getting sued by some famous company.

“ you're right. ” you shake your head with a laugh, turning around to hug him. “ oh, elvis. you saved me. ” you laugh, closing your eyes into the hug clearly missing elvis' wicked smile.

“ that's why i'm here for, aren't i? ”

️from there, it was easier for elvis to convince you to stay close to him.

“ they saw you with me, they may be overpriced or something, i should go with you to tell them it's not right. ”

“ no, you see, if we wear matching clothes, they might think we're family. they might leave you alone. ”

“ in Graceland i could truly protect you, no one could touch you there. not even fans. ”

“ don't mind what the colonel said, doll, i am NOT obsessed. that's ridiculous. it's being obsessed being worried about your goddamn well being? well in that case, maybe i am! ”

it was better not to doubt elvis intention it's what you came to realize.

he is the star, after all.

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your real downfall was when elvis had to be in Germany.

you cried and cried and cried and cried.

“ i promise ya' doll, if i knew it would come to this i wouldn't have done that-. ”

“ no. ” you shook your head, your head in his lap as he brushed your hair off your teary face. “ you showed how no one is gonna bring you down. i'm proud of you. ” you lifted your head to look at him, your hands innocently in his thighs.

god, even while crying you still look like a goddess. so unfair.

“ i just-... i will miss you. what am i gonna do without my best friend. ” you muttered the last part to yourself. elvis' heart cracked a bit at the word 'best friend', thought by now he would evolve to 'boyfriend'.

“ i'm really sorry, doll. ”

you just kissed his cheek and hugged him, your hand in his stomach, your cheek pressed to his chest with a pout in your eyes. the both of you looking at the fireplace.

Gladys' sobs could still be heard from her room.

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when elvis got shipped to Germany, everything went from bad to worse.

after gladys' died, you stayed at Graceland; at elvis request, to manage it. to be it's homewife in some way.

vernon was a fun company, he knew what elvis stories to tell you so you wouldn't miss him that much. he would even show you some pictures from the family album.

but you couldn't help to still miss him.

you've grown so attached to him these last months, you couldn't think of how to do all of those mundane things without him.

it's not even that you just didn't want to. you really couldn't.

was it the cereal he chose, the green one or the blue one?

was the napkins he bought from these company... or these one?

or is it these one?

“ miss, do you need anything? ”

you turn to see an employer, looking at you with a soft smile until you turned, his eyebrows raised and his eyes started to shine. you return the smile, already used to people doing that expression.

“ no, thank you. ”

you turned around again, taking a random cereal and leaving it on the cart before moving. you weren't really on the mood to deal with boys that want your number. you just wanted elvis, for God's sake. was it really a bad thing to perform what he wanted? was it really bad for him to go against the colonel? why dancing is a forbidden fruit now?

you could feel the tears growing in your eyes, your bottom pink lip trembling as you walk faster to the register.

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you also realized you couldn't even go to the street alone without elvis by your side.

everyone tried to engage in a long conversation, in the middle of the street, with sun rays beaming in your face. if the heat wasn't enough for you to get upset, their annoying faces were.

“ aw come on-. ”

“ no, i'm really sorry but i have to go. ” you tried to say as quickly as you could, slightly pushing the man off your way.

“ hey, it's just a compliment, don't be such a b-. ”

“ finish that and i'll chop your cock off! ” you turned, with a finger pointing at him.

the man must've thought you were crazy as he just shrugged his shoulders and awkwardly walked away. you sighed, walking to Graceland, your only safe place.

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you stare at the newspaper, elvis and priscilla beaulieu on the front page. mocking your pain.

mocking you.

you can't believe you spent almost all of these years missing him as if he was your husband. you thought he was equally miserable as you were, clearly, you were wrong.

you scream as you grab the newspaper and rip it to shreds, your legs colliding with your bed behind you, sitting on it as you try to make priscilla's face more ugly with the ripping between it.

you were jealous. yes! how could you not?

while you were walking down the streets dealing with creeps by yourself, elvis was out there protecting someone else. while you were trying to choose what to pick for groceries, elvis was helping her.

her.

HER.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE HAS THAT YOU DON'T?

NOTHING.

YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, KIND, NICE, ADORABLE, LOVELY!

the screams continued until vernon arrived to your room, gaze worried and gasping for air.

you just sat there, newspaper in your feet with priscilla's and elvis' faces in each of your hands.

“ what happened? ”

the hand that was holding elvis' face shook.

“ nothing. ”

the other hand that held priscilla's turned into a fish, crushing her naive smiley face.

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as you walked to Graceland with elvis and vernon behind you, you chose to make yourself the most annoying bitch in the planet.

you haven't talked to elvis. you didn't even knowledge him. every time he asked what you were doing it was white silence. vernon just frowned and responded to him.

but elvis' gaze didn't leave your serious face.

he caught up that you weren't talking to him so while you were getting ready for bed, nightgown flowing in your body with your hair all ready, you heard a knock. to which you didn't answer to. vernon always knocked three times.

“ doll? ”

elvis velvety voice made an appearance inside your room, you with your back against the door just sighed.

“ hey, baby. ”

you rolled your eyes, putting on your cream.

elvis just gulped, walking to you with a small smile. “ you haven't given me a big hug. ”

i don't give a fuck — is what you wanted to say.

“ look, i don't know why you're acting like this, i mean- i- i.. i come back from being so far away from you and you're acting like such a-. ”

elvis paused, looking at the ground, regretting what he almost said.

“ say it. ”

he looked at you, surprised that you were talking to him. until he saw your stern gaze.

“ no. i-. i didn't meant to. ”

you scoffed, putting your cream down.

“ i just want you to talk to me. ”

if he wanted someone to talk to, he should go with that beaulieu girl. fuck him.

“ i don't care. ”

you were expecting elvis to sigh and say you are brat, a bitch, a dumb girl, a jealous weirdo. you sure weren't expecting him to kneel and grab your legs, pushing you closer to him, his face in your thighs; your nightgown lifting a bit.

“ 'm sorry. i don't know what i did... but, really, i am sorry. ”

you stood there surprised, your hands in the air as elvis sniffed.

“ is it because i went away from you? i promise doll, that will never happen again. i will never leave you- i will be utterly devoted to you. ”

“ e-elvis. ” you whispered, shocked at what he was saying, holding his hands trying to make him look at you but he was strong and stubborn.

“ no! please! ” he sobbed, his face all buried in your thighs, his shoulders shaking with sobs.

this isn't what you wanted... right? you just wanted elvis to apologize, to hug you or even kiss you a bit. but this worshipping?

you felt... powerful.

“ it's okay. ”

elvis stopped crying, looking for up at you for the first time, his eyes were quite red, his cheeks tainted with tears.

“ you forgive me, baby? ”

you nodded but quickly held elvis back from hugging you, his hopeful expression turning grey.

“ keep worshipping me. ” you darkly said and elvis smiled happily.

happy that you didn't notice his plan.

happy that priscilla really made you jealous as he expected.

happy to know that you were lost without him as his dad told him.

happy that you will finally only let him worship you.

because if you are aphrodite, then he is a common human being; on his knees begging for you to use him.

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Fuck, it i love you.

Part 1/?

(Austin! Elvis x reader)

Summary; sugar! daddy Elvis basically starting a relationship between 34-year-old Elvis and 19-year-old reader, who’s the colonel’s step daughter... it starts of pretty innocent but soon turns into allot more

Tw; angst age difference sexual tension, fluff maybe some swearing that’s about it reader as annoyingly naïve at first bare with me

Note: priscilla doesn’t exist so he ain’t married….. might get dark from time to time

Year 1968; comeback special

you sighed softly looking out of the car window “I really really reallyyyy don’t want to come along you know that right”.

You said and shot your stepdad a glare, to say you didn’t like him was a soft expression of the hatred you felt towards that man, and you honestly didn’t get what your mom.

Saw in him and that you’ll never know either, but little did you know that. The colonel that’s what he called himself at least.

He looked your way and scoffed shaking his head at you “if it makes you feel better little girl, I didn’t want you to come either, but your mama asked me to help you start of. An acting career so be happy I even let you be in my boy his Christmas special hm?”

He said and gave you a stern look which made you roll your eyes. You didn’t even wanna waste the energy to respond to his comment you didn’t wanna.

waste your time any longer you in full honesty just wanted to go to school and study women’s rights. To make a better world for them but noooooooooo your mother wanted you to become a model or an actress. Cause a girl as pretty as you weren’t supposed to be the sweating away in the office all day.

But you swear that if you could have it your way you’d be living with your grandparents. Upstate New York and would be going to one of the best schools out there. But you didn’t have it your way you never did, and it never would with this dimwit around.

You sighed softly as the car was parked you got out the minute it stood still. And pulled down your baby blue dress and fixed your hair as you entered the studio with your stepdad.

You looked around as your eyes widened as you entered the building. You felt shyness build up in your stomach and wrapped your arms around yourself. “ain’t no way in hell I’m gonna be in that crowd! I don’t care what mama wants…” you whisper shouted at the colonel.

He scoffed at you and shook his head “your gonna be in that crowd if you like it or not little girl.” He shouted right back at you, you huffed and shook your head an stormed off yelling. “You aren’t even my dad!”

before he could even follow you, you hid in the first bathroom stall you could find wanting to get away from him.

You waited for a few minutes and the minute the heavy footsteps were gone. You made your way out of the small bathroom stall making it your mission to find the nearest bus stop.

in the neighborhood I the hopes to get to. School before second period, as you made your way down the hall you bumped into someone.

“I’m so so so sorry…I’m really clumsy and jumpy and I’ll get you a new.” You looked up at the person you were talking to “c-coffee.” it was the one and only Elvis fucking Presley.

He let out a chuckle and looked at you “it’s okay no need to apologize… leavin’ already huh?” He asked looking back at the exit and then back at you.

You looked at him feeling a tad nervous and shook your head “uhm no…..but yes, you see mr I’m supposed to be at school… my step dragged me-.” You cut yourself of wondering why you were telling all this to Elvis freaking Presley. What was wrong with you he couldn’t care less why would he. “sorry you don’t care I’ll make my way out.” You giggled slightly embarrassed and turned on your heel starting to make your way away from him.

When you felt him grab you’re wrist, you looked at him surprised as he spoke up again. “first of all call me Elvis sweetheart….. second of all whose your stepdad?” he said in that deep voice with that southern accent it.

You were sure you were blushing you could feel It on your cheeks as you looked at him a bit surprised before answering the good mans question. “colonel tom parker” you mumbled and looked at your feet.

Elvis took a good look at you his eyes scanning over your body. He let out a hum at your answer before he spoke up again. “wait so why did you wanna leave already darlin?” he looked at you as you let out a.

sigh “well he wants me to be in the crowd an I uhm…. I don’t wanna leave I promise I just don’t wanna be In the crowd yano..?” you said as you look back up at him, his eyes staring right into yours. And oh boy did you get lost in those pretty blue eyes.

Elvis nodded his head and motioned for you to come along wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “c’mon follow me darling I’ll get you the best spot out of all of ‘em outta the eye of the public of course.” He said as he walked you over to the control center and you smiled softly to yourself leaning into his touch.

“say how old are ya anyway?” Elvis said looking down at you, you looked up at him and smiled “I’m 19”. Elvis nodded his head and smiled a you “good that’s a nice age”.

You felt your cheeks turn light pink as you and Elvis entered the control center room you. Looked around with big eyes so amazed by all the buttons that you didn’t even notice Elvis looking at you, you didn’t even hear the chuckle escaping his lips.

The man had just met you but was already filled full of adoration for you. And he’d do everything in his power to make you is not that he need to do allot for him because.

At the end of the day he was Elvis fucking Presley and he had women dropping at his feet. By just flashing them a pearly white smile and my oh my was that pearly white smile working on that little heart of yours.

Elvis smiled and moved you over to a chair at the desk pulling out a chair for you. “here ya go honey take a seat ye while I talk to my friend over here.” You nodded your head and took a seat at the chair. He pulled out for you as he talked to Steve

“and huh if the colonel comes In just tell him we didn’t need another person in the crowd so I made her your assistant ye you can have her do some coffee runs maybe to convince him of it.” He said to Steve as he nodded his head Elvis walked back over to you and smiled.

“it’s all set pretty now you just sit and enjoy the show ye” Elvis smiled and gave you a slight smirk. you giggled as you looked up at him “thank you so much… good luck you’ll do amazing” you said as he shoot you a wink before walking off onto the stage.

That was your first encounter with Elvis Presley and it certainly wouldn’t be your last

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blurredcolour · 1 year

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If You'll Be My Bodyguard, I Can Be Your Long Lost Pal

[Complete]

Austin Butler x Female Bodyguard Reader

Summary: A series of threatening letters, accusing Austin Butler of necromancy to achieve his triumphant performance as Elvis Presley in the 2022 biopic, forces the actor to employ advanced personal protective services. It becomes your responsibility to protect him, while appearing as nothing more than his personal assistant. Drawn into the frenetic pace of awards season, and the complex personal life of an actor-on-the-rise and his model girlfriend, you cannot help but wonder if everyone will make it through the assignment unscathed.

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Author’s Note: Austin’s girlfriend in this series is unnamed and vaguely described. She was written with no basis on any real individuals and I make no claim to knowing Kaia Gerber or any other models he may be or have been involved with. I have absolutely no opinion on who Austin Butler dates – the character simply suited my narrative needs.

Warnings: Threatening letters, Physical violence, Firearms, Body image issues, Alcohol consumption, Vaping, Smoking, Language, Dog, Brief discussion of Lisa Marie Presley’s death, Reader injury by dog, Reader injury by brick, Relationship breakdown, Verbal conflict, Mention of familial illness, Mention of Lori Butler death, Mention of car accident, Austin Butler injury, Hospital care, Mature/Explicit Themes [Overheard sexual intercourse, Overheard masturbation, Oral sex – m/f receiving, Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex] – 18+ Only.

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your-nanas-house · 2 months

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Would you like a compilation of short fics of Elvis cumming in his pants?

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dre6ming · 1 year

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The delicate beginning rush - teaser

A picture board of teasers for the upcoming chapter

Pairing Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Chapter 15 - out on February 17th

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Leaked pictures from Timothee Chalamet’s birthday- a surprised love story maybe?

The leaked pictures show, the Grammy nominated singer and actress, Y/n having fun doing karaoke with actor Austin Butler. Rumors about the two dating started early this year after they met at the Met Gala. The actor, who at the time was dating model Kaia Gerber, broke up with her just a few months ago, since then fans have been wondering if these two might be the cause. What do you think?

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Out on a friendly walk? Or finally dating?

Austin Butler & Y/n caught walking the streets of New York. Y/n and the actor seem to have more and more encounters as she was the one to present him with his very first Golden Globe a few days ago. We also note that the two were also photographed together last week, in LA, before the award show - picture right here.

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Spotted! Actor Austin Butler and Y/n leaving the Oscars together!

The former Oscar winner actress, was present at the 2023 award ceremony. She allegedly attended alone and was there to present the award for best actor, since she won the female category last year. To no one’s surprise Austin Butler was the one to take the award home for his performance of Elvis Presley in the 2022 biopic. The two shared a tight hug on stage and were rather distant for the rest of the night, that is of course before they were caught by the paparazzi leaving together. Just look at the cute picture, I think this takes us one step further to understand where these two stand, after a year long of speculations

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Oscars 2023 - after party at Baz Luhrmann’s

We can not believe our eyes, after leaving the Oscars together, Austin Butler and Y/n are photographed cozying up at Baz Luhrmann’s after party. We really can’t get enough of these two. I think our best bet to find out what is actually going on between them is by hiring a professional investigator- anyone want to volunteer?

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It’s official- Y/n and Austin Butler are dating - we repeat they are dating!!

The 20 year old, Grammy and Oscar winner, actress and singer, was photographed lip locking with 30 year old Oscar winner, Austin Butler. I’d say we have quite the power couple here. Now what do you think about the age gap of 10 years? Also wouldn’t we all like to know how these two hid their relationship for the past year? Were they involved early last year during the time he was dating his former model girlfriend, Kaia Gerber and she was supposedly dating the singer Joshua Bassett?

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Austin Butler falls asleep on his girlfriends lap while she reads to him

A month after being photographed kissing in a dark alley in New York, Y/n and Austin Butler make it official as she posts a cute picture of the actor falling asleep on her lap. We couldn’t be more in love with these two and we are extremely happy for the happy couple

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I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling 21…

Austin Butler surprises everyone by posting on his instagram for the first time in months, his last post being a thank you towards the Academy for his award, that was back in March. Now it seems that he and his girlfriend had a joined birthday party. The two of them have an age gap of 10 years and 9 days, with his birthday being on august 17th 1992 and hers on august 26th 2002. This was the actor’s caption for his girlfriend Y/n: happy birthday to my sweet girl, my heart beats in your name.

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Y/n on vacation with her boyfriend Austin Butler

From the actress’s instagram account we have a small sneak peak at her and Austin Butler’s vacation. We are not sure about where exactly the two are since they seem to be experts at hiding form the press, but we’re hoping for more content soon.

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The first fall of snow.. or maybe not?

From Y/n’s instagram, we have a picture of her and Austin Butler kissing in the snow. They look so cute and adorable, we love every time we get a glimpse into their private relationship, especially as the two approach their one year anniversary - at least in the public eye. Close sources to the couple, state that we are actually counting up to the second year of them dating. Opinions? Do you think the source is right?

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dreamingofep · 1 year

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For the Heart

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: no not at all. This idea popped in my head at midnight the other night and couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Prompt: You are Elvis Presley’s latest girlfriend. You are a new actor in Hollywood and fall head over heels with him on set and your whirlwind romance begins. | [Fem!Reader ]

TW: Sexxx. Cussing, masturbation, fingering (f. receiving) teasing/tension, some spanking, dom!Elvis, unprotected p in v, cream pie, short time skips, inaccurate to Elvis timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors

Do NOT Interact)

| Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Hi guys this is my first fic I’ve written in 8 years so I’m really nervous about it lol. But I really hope you do enjoy and like this story. Please feel free to comment and message me your thoughts I’d love the feedback! Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

April 1967

You were laying in bed wrapped up in blankets, staring a hole into the ceiling. Glancing over at the clock, you see it's 1:30 am and let out a sigh. You know you should be fast asleep by now but you’re restless tonight. Being alone in Elvis’ room when he wasn't here was always so lonely and made this mansion seem so much bigger than it actually was.

The scent of him lingered in the primary suite and surrounded you like a warm blanket. Even when he wasn’t here, you felt his presence in the halls and wished he was here by your side now. You were so accustomed to staying up late hours with how Elvis lived his everyday rock and roll lifestyle. Sleeping all day and partying all night was something your system got used to so when he wasn't around and was shooting his next movie in Hollywood, your body would just naturally stay up missing those nights.

It was June of 1965 and you just turned twenty-one a few days ago. That was the day, you broke the news to your parents that you were ready to move to California and pursue your dreams of being an actor. They were stubborn and uncompliant at first, stating all the obvious things like, “you don’t know anyone there!” and “it’s too dangerous for a girl like you!” But you were determined, you were ready for the next step in your life, you couldn’t stay here and rot away. You booked your one-way ticket to Los Angeles International Airport and kissed your parents goodbye and stepped on that plane and knew your life will never be the same.

You would write to your parents every day about how great things were going and how the first time you stepped off the plane, you really felt at home. It was hard for them to let you go and move so far away from home. They thought you would be a Colorado girl forever but you were enthralled by movies and the dazzling lights of Hollywood. You knew from a very early age that was where you belonged. So after graduating high school, you took acting lessons, singing lessons, and anything else to make yourself a dynamic artist. You worked at the local diner working 6 days a week and saved half your tips into a jar you labeled, “for the city of angels.”

You hadn’t had much luck at first and naturally, you felt discouraged. As a new actor in Hollywood, this place scared you. The competition is fierce and the beauty is unmatched.

But of course, just as you’re ready to give up, someone notices you and you book a job. At first, you were getting little magazine jobs, modeling in the background of pictures, or getting background roles on tv shows. Things were really looking up as you were booking more and more consistently and your happiness grew.

At the start of 1966, you are gaining momentum in your career and actually getting speaking roles in tv and film! You can’t believe this is your life and you’re starting to earn a living this way. A few weeks into January, you get a call from your manager, Alan, that you just got booked for a new exciting film but you had to be discreet.

“Well, that’s amazing Alan! Can’t you tell me what it’s for?! You can’t just tell me you have good news but can’t even tell me what it is! I promise not to say a word!” Your heart is racing with anticipation. Could this be my big break? Would this completely change my path?

That’s putting it mildly.

“Okay okay y/n, I’ll tell you but you just can’t say anything yet. So that audition you did a few weeks ago, about the race-car driver and the girls trying to marry him, you got the part of one of the girls and- ”

“Oh my gosh seriously?! No way! This is the biggest speaking role I’ve ever gotten oh my gosh Alan this is amazing! But wait, why do I have to keep this hush-hush?”

Alan laughs, amused by the excitement in your voice, “Well I was trying to get to that but you got excited. Alright, the big part of this is who the lead is… it’s Elvis Presley y/n. You’re going to be in a movie with the Elvis Presley in Spinout!”

You jump up from the sofa and start to scream. You could not believe what he was telling you! All that work and all the times you felt like giving up were worth it.

You had loved Elvis for as long as you could remember. Your father absolutely hated when you would blast his records in the living room. He thought he was a terrible influence and was going to ruin society. You would just laugh at your father and play it over and over again not caring. You loved this man’s voice and the way he moved… you had no idea what was happening to your body but it was like you were mesmerized by his hips and the way he would move on the stage.

The stern conversation you got with your parents when you decided to sneak into the living room to watch him on TV with Sinatra. They were repulsed by that boy on television and catching you of all people watching it was just unbelievable to them. But you couldn’t care less. You really liked it. His energy and charisma was contagious and you could never get enough of him. This man had a way of drawing people in like a moth to a flame, irresistible in every way.

You'll never forget your first day on set and you were racked with nerves just before meeting Elvis. You checked your hair and makeup a million times in the mirror before you heard the knock on your trailer door. You opened the door and all you could see were those sparkling cobalt eyes looking back into yours.

The energy he possessed was so undeniably attractive and you tried to fight it in every way but your heart and your body got in the way of all of that. He greets you with so much kindness and charm you want to faint.

“Hi dear, I'm Elvis Presley, it's a pleasure to meet you. Can't wait to work with you these next few months,” he says, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. You blush instantly and want to hide your face from him that this was the reaction he got out of you just from a ten second exchange! How the hell were you going to make it through your lines with him?!

He had the southern charm that made you smile whether you wanted to or not and showed so much kindness to everyone on set. But the way he would look at you in particular, was enough to make you a stuttering mess. Those deep blue eyes stared into yours and you knew you were doomed into falling in love with him.

He’d ask you to come and hang out with him in his dressing room between shots and just get to know you more. He made you feel calm, and at peace. He was a great listener and made you feel like he really cared about what you had to say.

That peace got placed on pause when his body touched yours. Whether it was a hug or when he put his hand on your thigh, your heart pounded in your ears and you couldn’t help but want him more than anything. He had so much sexual energy that you couldn't fight and he knew it. You weren’t oblivious that this was the man that millions of women fawned over and threw themselves at him any chance they got. He was no angel but it didn’t bother you too much. It came with the territory and knew there was nothing you could do about it.

In those alone moments, Elvis made you feel like the only girl on this planet and you just loved it. It was like a dance you two had. He’d touch your hand and you’d touch his hand back. He’d brush you hair off your face and you’d reach over and touch his perfect face, pretending he had a crumb on it or something. It never failed to send a thrill through you and you could tell he loved it when you would touch him so gently. The crew could tell he favored giving attention to you and would tease you about it. You would act as if you had no idea what they were talking about but you knew you two had an attraction for each other like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.

A month into you being on set with Elvis, one night in his dressing room, he pulls you in close and asks you to be his girlfriend. You smile the biggest smile you’ve ever made in your life and whisper yes. He pulls you into his arms and gives you this deep passionate kiss that makes you melt into him. You’ve never felt so happy.

Those beautiful memories of your lover snap you back to reality making you realize it's another night of being by yourself. What you would give to go back a year and revisit those moments together. A tinge of sadness strikes your heart but Elvis was almost done filming his latest picture. He’d be home in 5 days and you could not wait. It had been a long three months since you saw him and you missed him so much.

Being in his arms felt like home and you longed for that. He’d make a point to call you every night and tell you how the day went and ask you what you have been up to. He’d ask you what the latest auditions you’ve gotten and if you’ve booked anything on the horizon. You two would talk for hours, pouring each other's hearts out to one another and longing for the day you get to see one another.

Between juggling your schedule with acting and modeling gigs that would take you all over the country, you also have a boyfriend on the other side of the country filming his movies and trying your best to prioritize each other. It was really hard to have a perfectly balanced life. Not that you’d ever complain, but you knew this was not a normal relationship. You were dating Elvis Presley. The King of rock and roll. There was bound to be some difficulties.

You'd occasionally send him a polaroid of yourself in some scandalous lingerie and hope he wouldn't forget he has a girl at home waiting for him. You knew you were young and he may want someone else to fill that void in his heart but for the meantime, you tried not to think of that.

You missed his lips, and how soft and plump they felt on your skin. How large his hands felt when he was grabbing your hips forward to grind on his hard erection. You missed having your brains fucked out of you anytime you wanted and how he would cuddle you after drifting to a deep sleep together.

Getting up out of bed, you turn on the lamp and go to the sofa across the room and pick up some magazines that were left on the coffee table. You flipped through a fashion one but it couldn’t keep your attention so you went to grab another one. There on the front cover was Elvis’ gorgeous smile. You melt and just wish those gorgeous eyes were looking at yours in real life.

You flip through the page and start reading through the article about him about the latest project and the songs he's going to be recording for the picture. The picture they took for the feature made him look so good. You could swear his face was sculpted by the gods themselves. He was the most perfect-looking man you’ve ever seen and wanted him here, taking care of you in every way imaginable.

You lean back on the sofa and sighed, feeling so needy for his touch and his-

God, what a wreck you've become. You felt ridiculous needing a man this way but you couldn’t help it. This was the longest amount of time you two had spent away from each other and your body was so used to having him any time you wanted. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew all the ways to get a rise out of you. Each time he would take you, it felt so passionate, so intense, you couldn’t believe that a man could make love to you like this.

The throbbing between your legs was starting to overshadow any logical thoughts. You lift your nightgown up just above your matching panties and start to think of how good Elvis’ hands would feel on you right now. Looking back at the magazine, his eyes burn into yours and your need for him takes over your whole body.

You gently start rubbing your clit over your panties and let out a sigh. Flashbacks from passionate nights that seemed like eons ago come back to you so clearly.

His sexy deep voice whispering in your ear telling you how much he loves you and all the things he wants to do to you. You roll your hips into your fingers putting more pressure on your clit and let out a soft moan. Your wetness starts to pool and your heartbeat starts to rise. “Elvis,” you moan out needing him more than anything right now. The idea of his cock deep in your pussy has you rolling your eyes back and makes you desperate for something inside you.

You push your panties to the side and feel how wet you’ve become and run your index finger up and down your folds. You keep spreading the wetness and you lean your head back ready to slip a finger inside yourself. You start to inch your finger in slowly when you hear a voice behind you.

“Well, hello darlin’.”

Elvis utters under his breath, just a few feet behind the sofa.

Oh shit.

You jump at the sound of his voice completely shocked he’d even be here. Even more embarrassed that he might have walked in on you touching yourself.

Your heart was beating through your chest and couldn't figure out what your next move would be. You quickly straighten out your nightgown and stand up and face him behind the couch.

The sly smile on his face makes you blush and you run around the sofa and jump up and hug him, wrapping your legs around his torso. The feeling of him wrapping you up in his arms and hugging you tight makes you the happiest you’ve felt in months.

He breaks the hug and looks at your face, taking you all in, “I’ve missed you, honey.” He presses his lips onto yours and you feel the passion seeping through. You grab him by the back of the back neck to deepen the kiss and your tongue starts to explore his mouth. You feel a smile start to form on his face.

“Well someone missed me,” he chuckles and sets you back down on the ground.

“Yes of course honey,” you laugh with him, slightly breathless. “I had no idea you were coming home so early! This is the best thing I could have imagined. I’ve missed you so much honey I can’t even begin to tell you.” You reach up and grab his face to give him another kiss, showing him how much you needed him. Elvis takes you by the hand to lead you around the sofa to sit down next to him.

You sit down and feel the wetness that has pooled down to your panties. You breathe in sharply and shift in your seat to not make it too noticeable how uncomfortable you were. Elvis sits next to you and puts his hand on your upper thigh. The coolness of his rings pressing into your soft flesh drives you mad.

He brushes your long blonde hair behind your ear and runs his hand over your back and rests it just above your ass.

“Whatcha been doing while I’ve been gone, baby? Have you been stayin’ good for me?” he looks deep into your eyes and you can’t look away. It’s like he knows every last thought you’ve been having over the last ten minutes. Your breathing starts to pick up again and you give him your best innocent eyes and reach up to touch his face.

“Oh, honey, of course I’ve been good for you. You’re all I’ve been thinking about though honey. Missing your beautiful face.”

“Mmm, me too doll me too. You’re all I think about too…” He trails off and plants a kiss right on your jawline making you take in a sharp breath. He inches his hand further up your thigh and scrunches the fabric of your gown up exposing your panties.

“Now, tell me hon, what were you doing just before I came in…” He puts another kiss on your neck this time, making you fall apart at the seams already. You're so touch deprived you can’t believe how easily you’re coming apart for him.

“Oh nothin’ baby, I was just r-reading some magazines and stuff… that’s all baby. I couldn't sleep. How was your flight over here? Was it ok?” You say, trying to change the subject quickly.

“Flight was fine baby. We can catch up later but right now, I’m just more curious about what you were doing with that magazine with my face on it.” He says slyly, raising his eyebrows at you.

“I was just reading the articles and going through the pictures and was about to try to head to bed again, that’s all dear.” You say trying to not maintain eye contact but his gaze is magnetic and you stay looking at him. You know he can see through your lie and the blood rushes to your face and your ears. His hand is still on your upper thigh and he starts to rub his thumb in slow circles, just inches from your panty line. You shift a bit, needing to move and desperate to make him drop the topic.

“Come on honey, let's go to bed. You must be exhausted after working so much and your long flight over here. What pajamas do you want to wear tonight I'll go grab them.” You start to get up on your feet but feel Elvis’ hands grab your hips, sitting you back down roughly.

He gives a slight chuckle and moves to sit on the edge of the coffee table and faces you.

“I know you’re lying to me, lil mama. Why do you want to lie to me?” He places both of his hands on the top of your thighs and waits for your answer. Slowly he moves his hands to the inner parts of your legs and applies pressure with his thumbs just inches away from your core.

“Honey… no please I’m so embarrassed. I don’t want you to know what I was doing. I have not been good for you.” You whine, leaning in to kiss him again but he leans back and turns his face away from you.

“Uhuh honey, no lyin’ to me,” he says and spreads your legs apart for him. You freeze, so overwhelmed by his bold move. He has never called you out like this and your whole body is on edge. “I know you’ve been lying to me. I saw your head leaned back, fingers in your panties wishing it was me teasing you instead. I just know you’ve been wanting my cock so bad and can’t help touching yourself over the thought.”

“Please baby… stop I can’t… I’m sorry.” You say grabbing onto his hands wanting him to move his hands up higher to touch your throbbing core. He doesn’t move though. He sees what you’re trying to do and is more stubborn than anyone else on this earth. He always gets what he wants and he knows it.

“No, you don’t get to move my hands or have any other part of me until you tell me exactly what you were wanting before I walked in here. You need to show me exactly what you need.” All you can do is shake your head no.

“That’s not the answer I wanted,” he growls in your ear and lifts your night gown off your body. He hooks his finger on the sides of your panties and tears them off your hips leaving you completely exposed. You don’t move. He has never done anything like this and the possessiveness is rolling off of him in heat waves and consuming you whole.

He grabs you by the ankles, bends your legs up, and plants your feet on the sofa spreading you wide. Your heart is pounding and you can’t control the gasps that are coming out of you. He continues to look at you like he can devour you whole and has a tight grip on your ankles, his rings digging into your skin.

”So, you want to be difficult and stubborn hmm? Then I’ll just leave this pussy throbbing and needy for me. I’m not giving in until you show me, honey.” You can’t help but moan in frustration and you want him to help you get what you need. The release you've been craving for months, the one that has been keeping you up at night was ready to explode. And now that he’s here in front of you, you are desperate.

“Baby, please I need you so bad. I want your hands all over me and making me feel so good. I was thinking about all the times you’ve made me cum all over that cock and how you are the only man that can fuck me right. I’ve needed you for months now,” Your hand slowly makes its way to that bundle of nerves, and the feeling of how wet you’ve gotten drives you crazy.

Elvis’ eyes are locked onto you slowly rubbing circles on your clit and moany breaths are slipping out of your lips as you are thankful for the friction and needing some release.

“Mmm yes, honey I like that. Keep touching yourself. Tell me what else you need from me. I promise I’ll give it to you but I need to see it first.” He tightens the grip on your ankles and leans in closer, getting a better look at your dripping cunt.

“Goddamn baby, you are so fucking wet. I could just eat all that cream that’s coming out of you. You look absolutely delicious.” He lets out a sigh and you pick up the pace of your fingers on your clit. The sound of how wet you are is driving him over the edge and you see his dick twitch.

“God Elvis please I need all of you inside me. I want to feel you shoot your hot load deep inside of me. I have been thinkin’ about it for weeks and weeks. Please baby don’t make me beg anymore.” You say moaning louder and louder. He’s still not budging and know your words just aren't going to do the trick.

Slight anxiety runs through you as you've never done this in front of him. Taking a deep breath in, you decide to slip your middle finger inside yourself and throw your head back with the feeling of getting something inside you. It’s not quite as satisfying as what you really need but it helps take care of that need.

You hear Elvis moan, watching you intently. This reaction out of him just makes you pump your finger in and out of yourself at a steady pace. The wet squelching sounds come out of your pussy louder the faster you go. You start to whine and your eyes open, drifting to examine all of Elvis’ reactions to you.

His breathing becomes labored and starts to moan out “oh fuck,” the more you finger yourself. Your eyes continue looking down at him and look at how good he looks in his button up shirt, chest exposed, tailored slacks and down to the blue argyle socks on his feet. The buttons being undone to the middle of his torso made him look irresistible. This bold fashion choice makes you want him so much more. The slightest thing he does or depending on what he’s wearing can make him drip in sexual charisma and it was your weakness. Your eyes go lower and see the erection forming in his pants. Biting your bottom lip, you want him more than ever. It always shocked you how big he really was. It had been a while since you saw him naked and your eyes couldn’t help but stare at how thick and long he was.

You kept staring at that perfect cock and slip a second finger inside you, curling them inside and moan louder loving how it feels.

“E-Elvis, please baby I’m begging you. I need that hard cock inside me. Please, honey, I need you to feel how tight I am for you.” A moan comes out of you that is full of frustration and need.

You can’t keep this going for long because your coil is about to snap. A few more pumps from your fingers and you cum all over your fingers and watch as milky cum pools on the sofa. You gasp for air and feel your pussy clenching your fingers. Elvis can’t tear his eyes off of you, mesmerized by how your pussy is clenching around your fingers. He pulls your fingers out of you and picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. He starts walking over to the bed in long, quick strides.

“Woah, honey! What are you doing?! Put me down!” you scream not knowing what he has in store. His hand smacks your ass hard, sending a shock through your entire body.

“This is for being so difficult and stubborn you naughty girl. I could have been inside you ten minutes ago. Could have been cumming around me instead of your little fingers.”

He goes for another spank and this time a moan slips out and he throws you on the bed, your hands catching the fall. You’re left on you hands and knees and feel Elvis’ arm wrap around your torso, stilling you.

Leaning over and pushing away the hair that has fallen in your face, Elvis’ whole presence is commanding the room and you don’t dare to move.

“Tell me mama, are you going to be good for me or going to continue to be a bad girl?” He rubs your ass slowly waiting for the answer.

You turn your head, looking at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be good baby I swear,” you pant, waiting anxiously for his next move.

Elvis spanks you again and flips you over in one swift motion. “Mmm, good girl. Now honey, how hard was that? Telling me exactly what you wanted.” His hands trail across your face, drifting further down to your chest and squeezing your breasts. You let out a muffled moan, still waiting to see what he was going to do next. His eyes make their way to your leaking cunt and grunts when his thumb makes contact with your wet throbbing clit. “God, you were so sexy ‘bout to lose my goddamn mind watching you do that to yourself. And all over the sight of me?”

He gets up off the bed and takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor. He’s standing tall, looking absolutely gorgeous at the end of the bed all sun kissed from the California sun. He looks down at his crotch then back up to you. Examining you like prey laid out on the bed.

“Look what you’ve done to me, honey. Made this cock so hard and hungry for you. Are you ready for me? Ready to make you mine again?”

You sit up and continue to look at his erection. You have no words and all you can do is nod.

Unbuttoning his pants, you slowly pull his zipper down. Grabbing the sides of his pants by the waistband, you slip his pants off his hips and watch his cock spring free. A moan comes out of you and can’t help but touch him. The veins protruding on his shaft and how red his tip was, was driving you mad.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, thinking Elvis can't hear you.

“You like what you see honey? See what you've done to me?”

“Mmhm, I should do it more often,” you say coyly and place your hand around his shaft. He looked huge in your small hand and your body shakes in anticipation.

You like the feeling of how warm it is in your palm and want to lick up the precum that is leaking out of his tip. You slowly pull his foreskin back and rub his head, spreading the warm liquid all over him and start to jerk him off slowly. He throws his head back with a sigh and moans the more you move your hand along.

Suddenly, he grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your head back and arches your body towards him at the edge of the bed. His cock resting between your breasts, his heat burning into your chest. His eyes are so full of lust and power, there’s no way you can resist him.

“Oh, lil mama I’m gonna make you cum over and over for me. I’ve been needing you so bad. Been waking up in the middle of the night with my cock so hard wishing I could put it in this perfect pussy of yours.”

You start begging and clawing at his arms to give you the attention you need. He lets go of your hair and lays you back down on the bed. Picking you up by your hips, Elvis pulls your body to the edge of the bed and rests his cock on top of you stomach. He takes his left hand and grabs both of your wrists and raises them above your head. You’re completely at his mercy and can’t move with how strong he is. Slowly, he starts to jerk himself with his other hand, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds, putting more pressure on your clit knowing how it sends you over the edge.

“Are you ready for me lil’ mama? Hmm? Ready to be a good girl for me and take this dick?” he moans, teasing your entrance with just the tip.

“E… please I can’t wait any longer. Please fuck me,” you whine with no ounce of control left in your system.

He lines himself up with you again and slowly pushes himself in you.

The feeling of him stretching you is so overwhelming and you try to claw at the blankets underneath you, needing to release this pain but pleasure that is building up inside of you.

His eyebrow furrows and his mouth makes a delicious O shape and lets out a deep guttural moan. “Goddamn it baby you’re so tight, squeezing me so hard already. It's been too long since I fucked you,” he leans down and kisses you roughly on the mouth.

Your entire body is shuttering from the sensations you are feeling. You want more of him but know your body just isn’t ready for it and Elvis knows to take it slow with you. He pulls out of you and shoves two fingers inside you, curling them and hitting that spot that only he can. You feel like you can cum again but you do everything to try and wait to have him feel it when he's inside of you. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you making you even wetter than you ever thought you could become.

“Mmm yes, baby you’re almost ready for me. You feel so good,” he praises and proceeds to slip in a third finger inside your dripping cunt.

You moan out in ecstasy and start to grind yourself into his fingers, his rings hitting your clit every time you move your hips down to meet the rhythm he has made. He starts to show that crooked smile you love so much and you look down to see his throbbing cock, the tip glistening with your juices.

“Get back inside me baby, please I need it,” you say as you lean your head back in the blankets arching your back slightly showing him how bad you need this. Without warning, he pulls his fingers out of you and enters you once again. This time he does side in easier but is still very taught around his girth.

Elvis’ moans fill the suite followed by expletives muttered under his breath. The look in his eyes was pure fire. He could never get enough of you and how you took him so well. He starts to move his hips more, testing out the waters to see what you wanted the most tonight. He puts his free hand underneath the small of your back lifting you up making you arch a bit. Taking on this new angle, it sends you to the heavens. Just when you think that’s as good as it can possibly feel, he bottoms out and fills you completely. He doesn’t move for a while, letting your body adjust to his size. The rhythm he sets is achingly slow but you relish of how great it feels.

He kisses you deeply and moves his mouth to your breasts. He starts sucking on the sides of them knowing how sensitive they can be in those spots. As he continues to suckle welts into your breasts, he starts to move in and out of your pussy with a steadier tempo. With how much stimulation you are receiving, you can’t hold back the moans and the screams that are coming out of your mouth.

Elvis gives your breasts one final suck and pulls away from your upper body and proceeds to fuck you, leaning back a bit as he watches how your pussy consumes his cock whole.

“God baby you look so good. Taking my cock so well even after all this time,” he teases and lifts both of your legs onto his shoulders.

“How does this feel honey? Do you like it when I rearrange your guts? Making this pussy cum all over me hmm?” He moves his hips with more vigor and is hitting your G spot every single time. You groan out in pleasure, needing more time to get more adjusted to the position but love how deep he is. He’s relentless. He keeps pounding into you harder and harder watching you fall apart at the seams.

“Elvis! E-E-Elvis I’m so close oh god please,” you beg over and over like he’s your saving grace. A few more thrusts and you were seeing stars behind your eyelids. You scream his name over and over, unable to control your body or your mind. He tries to keep this pace but your pussy was squeezing him so tight he was starting to lose control and loved how you felt around his cock. You continue to squeeze him, unable to think clearly about anything else.

“Oh fuck yes honey keep cumming all over me. I don’t want you to stop,” he groans over you. The sound of him and his words keep you on your high and you don’t want this to end. You feel completely out of your body and start to shake from so much stimulation.

He’s not done with you and you know it. Elvis squeezes your thighs with his massive hands and uses them as leverage and pounds into you faster, chasing his high you know is coming soon. “Honey, look at me. I want you to cum one more time before I do,” he pants looking down at you in a sexed out daze. You squeeze your eye shut tight, not knowing how much more you can take. You start to protest, “oh God honey I- I-I can't!”

He never takes no for an answer so you knew he wasn’t going to like hearing what you had to say. He only heard a challenge and he loved a challenge.

“Oh, I know you can baby. Fall apart for me again and then I’ll fill you to the brim with my cum.” He spits on his hand and slowly starts rubbing your clit in circles and you can feel the heat in your belly roar. You can’t even look at him anymore, your body feels so weak all you can do is wraith in pleasure on top of the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the covers each time he thrusts into you and rubs your swollen bud.

Elvis’ tempo is becoming more and more erratic and your coil is about to snap again. Applying more pressure to your clit you know that’s it and you see stars once again and it was somehow even more intense than the first one. You scream out once again and hear Elvis moan too.

But something feels different this time. Your orgasm continues but there is so much more pressure you feel in your stomach you don’t understand what is happening. Elvis continues to pound the shit out of you and before you know it, a warm liquid is shooting out of you, spraying the base of Elvis’ cock and his lower tummy.

You have no control over what’s happening. You keep screaming out and feel another large spray come out of you making Elvis growl and moan out your name. “Oh god yes y/n. God you feel so good.”

His hips begin to stutter and you watch as he leans his head back to the ceiling, “Aw hell mama, I’m gonna cum oh fuuuuckk,” he moans and you feel his cock twitch over and over again inside you. Feeling his thick cum spraying your walls and seeing him chase the high he's been waiting to get is the hottest thing you could ever witness. He places his hand up your throat, giving it a light squeeze as he slows his pace and his pulsating dick finally stops.

He pulls out of you, lets go of your wrists that he's been keeping in his grasp, and gets on top of your chest. Both of you breathing erratic and heavy. You are left breathless and completely fucked out of your mind. You have no idea what to say as you realize you have no idea what liquid just came out of you not once, but twice.

Holy shit what was that? Did I just pee on him? Oh god I’m so embarrassed… Could I have squirted? You had heard of stories of people having the most intense orgasm that they can squirt as a result of it. But you never thought you would be able to do it!

Elvis looks up at you, sweat dripping from his brow, and giving you the most sensual smile. You start to get self-conscious and don’t know what to say.

“Honey I- I-... I’m so sorry about that I have no clue what was happening I made you an absolute mess I'm sorry,” you trail off, not wanting to look at the reaction on his face.

He lets out a soft chuckle. “Oh woah woah honey no need to be upset. Why would I be mad at that?” he pulls you onto your side and holds you in your arms. “Baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. God I could watch that for hours it was so good baby.” You look up at him with a sly smirk and can’t help but giggle. “Really baby? Didn’t make you wish you hadn't come home early?” Elvis smiles that’s boyish grin he always does and grabs you closer. Squeezing you by the ass and makes you look at him as he places his other hand on your jaw.

“Baby you squirting was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. And quite frankly, I’m gonna want to make you squirt like that again and again from here on out,” he says grabbing your face and planting a heated kiss on your lips. You knew he was telling the truth and all your insecurity was washed away. You break away and grab his face, “It was the most insane, intense feeling I have ever had, E. I had no clue I could even do that,” you exclaim and feel the smile expanding over your face.

“Me either honey,” he chuckles, “Just another way I can make you a huge mess for me,” he moans into your mouth, going in for another kiss.

“I missed you so much E. This was the greatest surprise I could have ever gotten.” You trail your hands up and down his chest, feeling the warm sweat linger there. This was the most passionate lovemaking you’ve had in ages and you feel like your high off of his dick.

“Come on honey, let's go downstairs and make you something to eat.” He pulls you up by the hand and gets you up off the bed.

“E, I’ve already eaten dinner hours ago. It’s 2:30 in the morning,” you say glancing over at the clock.

“ Well, darlin’...” He pulls you in close, pressing his body to yours feeling the heat roll off of him. “I hate to tell ya, but I am nowhere close to being finished with you. I have so many different ways I want to make you cum for me,” he says seductively, biting his lower lip sending an electric shock wave through your entire system.

“...fuck…” you whisper into his chest, your thoughts begin to race and your heart starts to hammer away in your chest.

“Well, in that case, I think I'll take one of your famous peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches you love so much.” you giggle softly and reach for another kiss.

“Coming right up, baby. I love you so much y/n.” He looks at you and takes you all in.

“I love you too E,” you whisper, hoping that all of this would never end.

He takes you by the hand and leads you to the door, wrapping your robe around your shoulders and helps you put your arms through. He puts his on too and you both sneak down stairs giggling like little school girls.

Sitting at the kitchen table, you take this moment in. Enjoying your little slice of heaven.

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 10

It was the era of the Polaroid and the beginning of videotape. He was the director and I his star acting out fantasies. We dressed up and undressed, played and wrestled, told stories, acted out our fantasies, and invented scenes. Whether it was dressing up in my school uniform and playing at being a sweet, innocent schoolgirl, or a secretary coming home from work and relaxing in the privacy of her own bedroom, or a teacher seducing her student, we were always inventing new stories, and eventually, I learned what stimulated Matt the most.

Almost every night I made quick trips to the local drugstore to buy considerable amounts of Polaroid film. Some of the cashiers knew me, and I wondered if they suspected what we were doing.

I put on dark glasses to “disguise” myself, but ended up looking even more conspicuous as I’d sweetly request twelve packs of Polaroid film while making excuses like, “Gee, the others must have been defective. I just can’t seem to get them to come out right,” or “You’re not going to believe this, but someone stole my film.”

Making it in and out of Graceland was no easy feat, either. I’d pass Mr. Stall at the gate at odd hours of the night, smiling and waving hello, returning shortly with the same smile and the same wave. I was sure he harbored some suspicious thoughts about what I was doing.

Matt laughed when I told him. “It’s all in your mind. He’s no more thinking anything than a dog sleeping.”

“Well, what if he starts spreading rumors, like I go out at night?”

“It might create some excitement around here. This town’s dead. Boston needs a little gossip!”

Matt and I both loved creating these sexual fantasies and it seemed to bring us closer together. I had no previous sexual experience to compare with his inventive sexuality and I was ready to indulge him any way I could. Being in the fast lane, he was exposed to every pleasure available in life. Ordinary thrills sometimes were not enough, especially when he was under the influence of powerful drugs.

At first I was totally open to Matt and many of his ideas. I lived for those moments we were alone. I was careful to say little that might jeopardize my bond with him. I fulfilled his needs, and his beliefs became mine. Under no circumstances were his ideas or playfulness perverted or in any way harmful.

A few days after he came home, he led me to his long black limousine and we sped off to one of Boston’s most exclusive boutiques on Union Street for some after-hours shopping, just as we’d done in Las Vegas. While the boys milled around the shop and the store’s sales staff tried to look nonchalant, Matt got a big kick out of having me model dozens of stunning dresses and suits and coats that were so stylish I was doubtful I could wear them. I was still an insecure teenager.

“Matt,” I said, wearing a sexy gold lamé gown that clung to my every curve, “these clothes are too sophisticated for me.”

“Sophisticated?” he said, regarding me admiringly. “What’s sophisticated? You could go around wearing a feather and that would be sophisticated.”

“Well, bring me a feather then.”

We spent four hours at that shop and during that time, I had a personalized lesson in the Matt Sturniolo Fashion Course.

As I tried on dress after dress, Matt delivered a running commentary on color. He liked me in red, blue, turquoise, emerald green, and black and white—the same colors he himself wore. He liked solids only, declaring that large prints took away from my looks. “Too distracting,” he said. He hated browns and dark green, colors inextricably associated in his mind with the Army.

Exhausted and a little confused about my new look, I walked out of the shop dressed in a sleek black linen suit with four-inch highheeled shoes to match. With Matt sitting proudly beside me, the guys loaded the trunk of the limo with armfuls of packages, and I felt very special.

Back at Graceland he had me model all my new clothes again for Grandma, who patiently sat through a long two hours of changes. I was Matt’s doll, his own living doll, to fashion as he pleased.

It was the early sixties, when clothes and makeup veered to extremes. Women’s eyeliner was heavier, their hair more teased, and their skirts shorter than ever before. All the rules I’d learned about dressing and applying makeup (less is more, the simpler the better) were being broken, and men seemed to love it. Matt certainly did. If I went a little light with the mascara or black eyeliner, he’d send me back upstairs to apply it more heavily.

Matt liked long hair. When I’d cut mine without asking his permission, he was shocked.

“How could you cut your goddamn hair? You know I like long hair. Men love long hair.”

He wanted it long and jet black, dyed to match his because, as he said, “You have pretty eyes, baby. Black hair will make your eyes stand out more.” He made a lot of sense to me and soon my hair was dyed jet black, like his.

The more we were together the more I came to resemble him in every way. His tastes, his insecurities, his hang-ups—all became mine.

For instance, high collars were his trademark, not because he especially liked them, but because he felt his neck looked too long. He never felt comfortable unless he was in a customized high-collared shirt, though in a pinch he’d turn the collar up on a regular shirt as he had when he was in school.

When he told me that the collar I was wearing on a particular blouse was too small for my “long, skinny neck,” I too began wearing high-collared shirts. Why not? My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded with his approval and affection. When he criticized me, I fell to pieces.

The Pygmalion nature of our relationship was a mixed blessing. The most fundamental thing at this stage in our life together was that Matt was my mentor, someone who studied my every gesture, listened critically to my every utterance, and was generous, to a fault, with advice.

When I did something that wasn’t to his liking, I was corrected. It is extremely difficult to relax under such scrutiny. Little escaped him. Little except the most salient fact of allthat I was a volcano about to erupt.

There were evenings when he’d send me back upstairs to change clothes because my choice was “dull,” “unflattering,” or “not dressy enough” for him. Even the way I walked came under review; he told me to move more slowly, and for a short while, he had me walking around the house with a book on my head.

I appreciated his interest, but I hated having to hear him remind me of my shortcomings so many times, and each time having to promise him that he’d never have to tell me again.

Would I ever be able to live up to his vision of how his ideal woman should behave and appear? She had to be sensitive, loving, and extremely understanding, meeting unusual demands any average woman might reject. This included being left behind when he made spur-of-the-moment, questionable “business” trips.

She had to be pretty and she had to possess an offbeat sense of humor to survive all the joking at Graceland. Often I’d walk into Sunday afternoon football gatherings and hear inside jokes about the cute all-American cheerleaders. Eventually I found myself thinking like one of the guys. “Nice tits and ass,” I’d say to myself. “A little heavy in the thighs, but the face makes up for it.”

Matt had a strong aversion to wearing jeans. As a poor boy, he had no choice but to wear them and he never wanted to lay eyes on another pair. That applied to everyone in the group.

His firm ideas on my wardrobe didn’t make it easy for me to go out and buy clothes for myself. One day I came home proud of a dress I’d just bought and couldn’t wait to put on. I knew he didn’t like prints, but this was a blackand-white flowered silk that I thought very special.

The first words out of his mouth when he saw me were: “That dress doesn’t suit you. Does nothing for you. Takes away from your face, your eyes. All you see’s the dress.”

As he tore me apart I started to cry. “Are you quite finished?” I inquired. I didn’t give him a chance to answer, bolting for my bathroom and slamming the door.

A few minutes later I heard his voice from the other side of the door: “You gotta keep away from those large prints. You’re a small girl, Sattnin.”

I opened the bathroom door and snapped, “Okay, I’ll return the fuckin’ dress.”

Matt fell to the floor laughing; eventually I joined in, unable to stop myself. Once again I’d compromised my own taste.

He ignored no aspect of my appearance, including my teeth. He took me to his dentist, told him to clean my teeth and give me a thorough examination. He was to look for probable cavities only and should I need any fillings, they were to be made of white porcelain. To him a mouth loaded with gold or silver was an eyesore.

He was equally fanatical about posture. If I slumped, he’d straighten my back. When I’d look up at him and wrinkle my forehead, he’d smooth it out—or tap it—telling me not to get in that habit. I didn’t like him rapping me, so I learned that one fast.

When we came home from the movies one night, I was getting ready for bed and he was in his office playing the piano. I came in to listen, propping my foot on the bench where he was sitting. He looked down at a small chip in my nail polish and I immediately withdrew my foot from the bench and started making up excuses about why it wasn’t fixed. “I’m going to have my pedicure tomorrow,” I promised.

“Good,” he said, “cause that doesn’t look like my Little Girl’s. You should always keep them looking nice.”

I was leading a double life—a schoolgirl by day, a femme fatale by night. Our evening appearance downstairs usually resembled a grand entrance. Even when our only intention was to have dinner, we always dressed for the occasion. Matt might wear a three-piece suit with a brocade vest and a Stetson hat. Under his coat he always carried a gun. He’d given me a small pearl-handled derringer and I carried it in my bra or tucked it into a holster around my waist. We were a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

Matt loved films, and we went to the Memphian almost every night. He was still renting the whole house after regular hours since he couldn’t attend a movie without being mobbed. One of the guys always lined up several films in case Matt didn’t like one of them or decided to see as many as three or four in a row. We usually arrived around midnight, our limousine pulling around to the back of the Memphian. From there we’d proceed into the side door like a royal couple leading their court.

Already seated in the theater were the usual crowd of thirty to fifty local friends and fans. Matt always sat in the same seat—with Nate Doe to his right, me to his left.

Before calling “Roll ’em!” he looked around the theater to make sure everyone was seated. He was an acutely aware person and could immediately spot any unwanted or unfamiliar faces. If any new faces were sitting too close to him, Matt suggested they move elsewhere. He was more lenient with the girls. He might not demand they move but he certainly wanted to know who they were, and should they object to being asked for this information or smart off in any way, he would not hesitate to have one of the boys escort them out, telling them never to come back.

There were times Matt rented the entire Boston Fairgrounds after closing and we all spent hours on our favorite rides. We tried such daredevil feats on the roller-coaster as seeing who could stand the longest with both arms outstretched as it whipped and twisted around the track again and again.

Matt loved the bumper cars and would team up with the entourage against some locals. They’d spend the night seemingly trying to kill each other, laughing and bruising themselves like tough little boys while we girls watched and cheered them on. After several hours my own enthusiasm waned.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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Tupelo

Where he had to derive his wealth from the mob, along with his women.

Mafia! Elvis Presley x Reader smut.

Word count: 6k.

Warnings: Gun play, he taunts you with it. Young reader being seduced by older man. Coercion, slight non-con. Prostitution. Explicit content language and graphic sex. Unprotected sex. Breeding. Kidnapping. Smoking. Talk of violence. Threats and blackmail. Edging. Stockholm syndrome? Daddy kink. A little bit of sacrilege. Thigh riding.

A/n: This was inspired by the beautiful story by @foreverdolly <;3

It was warm, humid and sticky. The room was stuffy and you can hardly breathe, deep wheezing breaths. The cigar smoke and bourbon accumulate to a toxic breeze. You tug down the bottom of your short dress down. It was nothing more than a competition at a bar. The reward was popularity and validation of being the most beautiful woman in the entire bar. The lights are beaming down on you as you step on stage. Your heels clicking on the wood. You can’t see the eager men sitting and gawking in front of you. The light causes a barrier between you and them, it gives you confidence.

You know most of them are criminals and gangsters. Even if it was the 50s the scene raged on stronger than ever. People get what they desire. The only reason why you stood sweating on the bright stage was that you needed the money. A fair amount to start a little life. What you didn’t know was that in the fine print, that you were also to spend the night with the highest bidder.

The woman who was in front of you ushered off the side of the platform, her hopes broken forever knowing that she was bought low. Wringing your hands, blinking at the halo of a crowd you breathe slowly. The host of the little show was a woman, who was older with a cane. She was slender and curvy with long red hair. A woman who could easily pass as a model when she was in her prime. Her cane clicks as she saunters towards you. Her green eyes staring straight through you. She eyes over your body, digesting you.

After her inspection she speaks.

“Where are you from?”

She smacks her painted lips together as she talks. Impatient as you’re the one of the last girls. Your heart palpitated in your chest, nervously. Cheeks flushing with color.

“I’m not from around here if that’s what you’re asking.”

It's nothing more than a squeak, somehow she looks disappointed that you’re not native. Some of the men groan. It startled you slightly. The lady looks down the length of your face to your neck. She shrugs.

“Age?”

You chew a little on the inside of your cheek. As you state the answer, the room collectively goes quiet. The air is taken from your lungs and the only thing you can concentrate on is the dancing smoke. The room bursts into hushed whispers, debating whether you’re too young. If the charges would be worth getting if you were to rat.

“Louder for the back.”

Lifting your head and straightening your posture you take a deep breath in and proclaim it. Allowing the men in the back to hear, few of them whistled lowly. The host smiles and bows.

“Let the bidding begin!”

You couldn’t hear anything for a while, your heart pumping is the only thing you felt. Only slightly tuning in to hear the bid reach the hundreds. It was promising, you could get an apartment and have rent in advance with that kind of cash. The bids continuously got higher and higher. More of the men became competitive. When it got to the thousands you held your breath. Suddenly men flaked and there were only two. One of the party’s voices sounded old like a man in his eighties, whereas the other was a deep grumble of a young man who was in over his head. Without a doubt you had hoped for the younger half to have enough dough to at least bluff. Standing in the middle of the stage like a baby deer.

“One million dollars.”

The room dropped silent in a second. One million made the room stand still and the tension to choke you. Thank god that the voice came from the younger counterpart. You let out a long sigh, smiling softly. Seconds pass, the hostess announces the last chance. You crossed your fingers behind your back, praying. Not a voice is heard other than the woman declaring the bid was close and that you were sold. She takes your arm and walks you off stage, before you’re even off it the next girl is being auctioned. The woman plucks a sharpie from her pronounced chest, tucked between her cleavage. She holds your arm out, taking the sharpies lid off with her teeth. Her lipstick rubs off on the plastic. Hastily, she scribbles letters onto your forearm. Dropping your arm, she puts the lid back on. Giving you brief instructions to which room you’ll be staying in.

“Good luck, honey. You’re going to need it.”

___

The girls in the bright room are loud. There’s twenty of them in a small room. A couple leather couches sat across from each other. The nervous girls stood and paced the room, some wept. You sat on a table pushed back against the wall. The ceiling has rings of smoke imprinted on it. As the girls talk, some models others, ducklings. You can only focus on your earnings. One million. That's a lot more than you anticipated. Far greater than all of the girls' compensation. A woman who has pink glitter on her face and long dark hair comes to sit beside you, she smells like the musk of cigars.

“It’s crazy ain’t it?”

She has a strong southern accent, a southern Belle. You nod silently, not wishing to share your reward, not wanting to boast. Glancing at the words on her arm. Roach. It’s a stupid question but you can’t help but ask.

“Is he nice?”

She gives you such a soft look, she squeezes your hand that’s close to her. She looks at you sincerely, deep brown eyes almost black orbs.

“Are any of them kind?”

Taking her hand away she holds them together in her lap. Looking down you shake your head.

“No, ‘suppose not.”

She nods at your answer, smirking a little. You’re fresh meat, no wonder you got auctioned so high. Some of the ladies here are older who rely on this for work. You trace over the lettering on your arm. A flock of girls turn to you, suddenly asking the famous question.

“Who did you get?”

They pop the question off like they were asking what classes you got in high school. Being put on the spot, you shy away from the question.

“Tupelo.”

You whisper like it was the name of the devil. The girls turn and murmur. Your brain burns on what ifs, you naively thought he couldn’t be that bad. However with the women’s protests you begin to doubt your confidence.

“I heard he likes to torture his girl!”

“That he likes to tie them up!”

“Use them as pets!”

The girl next to you whispers.

“I know that he likes to play a game, before enjoying what’s his.”

Your stomach instantly feels like a hive of butterflies erupted. Your ass and thighs start burning up. A game? What game? Your head starts to feel heavy.

“A game?”

She nods, her lips thinning into a sharp line as she thinks of her experience with him. She remembers her game all too well, tag. It’s played by his rules whatever he wants, goes. Not to mention he is a massive cheat as well. How do you cheat at tag? He finds a way.

“He changes it to every girl, rarely if ever has he done the same game over. All I can say is to be smart and thorough.”

You take a deep breath in, digesting her advice. You try to prepare yourself on what to expect but truly you can’t. Smiling at her you squeeze her hand.

“Thank you.”

Licking your lips, you take in her beauty. Long hooked nose and high cheekbones, her genes are strong to say the least. Traditional.

“I never caught your name.”

Before she can answer, the door swings open and a burly man with a scar on his face and a deep voice rumbles.

“Tupelo.”

You stand and all eyes are on you. Turning away to wave at the lady behind you, she smiles warmly. There’s a pit in your stomach as you know you’ll never see her again.

___

Seated in the back of a long limo, the seats are leather and the man who drives has the glass up so you can’t see him. Staring out the window, you’re anxious. Wondering with thunderous thoughts what torment you’re about to experience. You trace over the emblem sewed into the leather. E.P. A bit of a clue, maybe an initial. The stitch feels like silk and precise as you prod at it. It’s gold too.

You can’t see a lot out of the dark windows, but you can make out the woods and trees. Swallowing thickly you’re worried that you might get executed. The moon shines bright and it’s your only light source, hoping to find any landmarks to remember by.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, nervously. Tucking your head into the seat, you close your eyes trying to get the most shut eye you can. Your intuition is getting the best of you- telling you that tonight is going to be the longest night of your life.

___

You almost fall out of the car when the door you’re leaning on opens. Strong hands come to pick you up, a young man with dark hair pulls you to your feet. Neither of you say anything as he walks you to the mansion. Great white pillars resemble a castle suited for a king. The man beside you whispers.

“Are you okay?”

You’re slightly taken aback by the compassion but you nod. It’s not inherently a lie nor the truth. He takes your answer, opening the huge glass door and allows you to walk in. Each side was a room with lavish furniture and stained windows. You look everywhere you can, soaking in your surroundings. Absolutely stunned. The man grabs onto your wrist walking you through the house and to the back. It’s a relaxation room, a little library. He tells you to wait and that his boss will be down shortly.

He locks the door when he leaves. You sigh, frightened. Accepting your fate you go over to the stacks of books. Skimming your fingers over leather bound piles. Most of them are religious, other biographies. You automatically assume that your captor is far smarter than you, however it seems mostly academic. You nod at the conclusion like it’s vital information. Hearing loud shouting from the nearest room, you go to the wall closest to the pile of books to listen. This house might be heaven, but the walls are thin.

“I don’ give a hell, whether or not you can’ gamble tonight! I spent my own goddamn money on cargo, it’s not my fault you spent all yours!”

It’s the voice who won you. A shiver runs up your spine, making your skin tingle. Feeling your pussy flutter at hearing his voice. You feel guilty and ashamed but you can’t help yourself. The deep rumbles of his voice shocks your cunt, you beg for him to speak to you in such a tone. A songbird.

“Listen to me, I swear I can’ do no more handouts. If you call me again I’ll get scout to come and visit,”

He’s pacing and breathing heavily. The huffs make you clamp your thighs together to create friction in hopes to keep yourself tame.

“Remind me again about your rendezvous with that pretty little thing called Annie? I might be getting old but I’m damn sure you took photos.”

His voice dips low as he continues, it gravels into a thick drawl.

“Ain’t that right?”

He follows it with a couple more ‘mhms’ and a ‘thought so.’ It gets quiet after that before he screams the name Jerry. He tells his affiliate to go get the girl and that he’ll be in his room. You shuffle almost bouncing off the wall when you hear footsteps coming towards you. Looking at the floor you sit on a small velvet couch, picking up the nearest book and opening it to a random page. You snorted a laugh seeing that the book was Nabokov’s Lolita.

The door opens and you turn the page. You look up from the book and find Jerry in the doorway staring at you. He’s shocked, you’re the first girl to have ever read anything while waiting. There’s something different about you. Hell, if the boss doesn’t want you he’ll take you. He motions his head out the door, telling you to follow and you do. He makes a mental note how submissive you are, he doesn’t know how well you’ll do in the game. He’s seen some with a whole lot of fight, others just give up, those are the sad ones.

Walking up the stairs, you stare at yourself in the mirrors lining the walls. Your hair is messy but nonetheless you look good. Jerry doesn’t knock on the door which you find weird, but he unlocks the door and shoves you in. You stand at the door, not daring to move an inch. From what you’ve heard the man in front of you has a temper.

He stood in front of a vanity. Staring into his reflection as he slicks his hair back with a wide tooth comb. A fat cigar stuck between his lips, puffing the ember alight. Smoke billows from his nose and out the side of his mouth, resembling a dragon. The ash falls onto the table top. There’s a bottle of almost empty whiskey sitting aside. His hand on the side as he molds his hair into place. Watching in a daze at his side profile. He’s an angel, the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. The slope of his nose, cut of his jaw. The long skinny shape of his torso. Broad shoulders, he’s tall and built like the perfect model of a man. Wearing slacks with his suspenders hanging loose by his sides. A white dress shirt tucked into his pants. The collar tieless and the buttons are undone at the top showing his chest, the tuft of hair shining with sweat. He’s wearing a gold chain that has a cross pendant around his neck. Your eyes bulge out of your head at the gun he’s packing in his waistband.

Your clit throbs and you swivel your hips to make your panties catch the sensitive nerves. He drops the comb on the table, running his hands over his hair to perfect it. He takes the stogy between his slender fingers. Bulky diamond rings glinting in the low light. You wonder what the bruises would look like on your body from the metal.

“You like watching yittle one?”

His voice is coarse and far deeper now that it’s no longer muffled. It makes you all too warm now that he’s addressing you, even if he's admiring himself in the mirror you take the sentiment. He blows a long white gust of smoke from his lips.

“I asked you a question. I don’ like repeating myself. Are you deaf?”

He tucks the claro between his lips to breathe it in. The place reeks of cinnamon. So he’s mean you think, shocker. He starts to snap his fingers towards you, now looking at you. Dark blue eyes with long dark lashes.

“Yes, I do. Is it wrong of me to?”

He frowns a little before shaking his head. He goes to sit on a satin chair pushed against a wall. Spreading his long legs out, complete disregard for manners. Even with two people in the room, he takes the energy. He owns the world, you. Slumping in his chair, one of his fingers trace over the lacing on the arm rest. Rubbing his longest finger in a circular manner. Your cunt contracts around nothing. Surely, it’s weeping. He takes puffs on the smoke, blowing it through his nose.

“On the contrary, never has a girl been so open about it.”

You blush at being called out. He beckons you forward with his fingers. Walking hesitantly to stand between his legs. He’s looking up at you through his lashes. Tapping the ash onto his carpet. It’s half smoked now. Staring at your arm, his teeth shines as he smiles wide. Eyes crinkling. He was in his early twenties, but the business has made him mature faster than most. His hometown displayed on you, for some reason makes his cock twitch. He drags out his inhale and blows it out the side of his mouth away from you.

“Sit.”

You lower to the ground, tucking your legs under you. He’s bored with you so he smokes farther. You place your hands on his knees, your face directly in front of his bulge. If you focus you can make out the shape of the base. He takes his fingers from the chair and traces over the shape of your face. His favorite part was your cheek. He squished your cheeks together to pucker your lips. Rings warm against your soft skin. Peering down at you, he traces his thumb over your lips. The weight is minimal but it’s enough to leave you wanting. Opening your mouth you suck the digit into your mouth. He exhaled through his nose. Chewing on the base as you suck on his thumb. His fingers tucked behind your jaw, holding your face down as you swirl your tongue around the salty pad.

You watch his cock grow in his slacks as you continue. Fuck, hes thick. His girth is almost as big as a cola bottle. The thought gives you more ambition. Nibbling softly at his nail. He shifts to sit up and crouch over you. His cross dangling over you along with the long brown tobie. Taking his thumb out, a long string of your spit connecting you to him.

You can’t register anything before he takes two of his longest fingers and shoves them into the back of your throat. His other hand is at the back of your neck choking you down his fingers. He stares down at you, directly in your eyes. He’s mocking you in the sense of questioning you on how much you can take. You gag and sputter as he keeps digging at the back of your throat. Tears welling up in your eyes.

You can feel the bitterness of metal on your tongue. They’re bulky and heavy on your tongue. After one particular jab you fold. Your hands push on him to make him remove himself. He sits back in his chair while you’re on the ground sputtering. He holds his throbbing cock in his hand, squeezing himself to redirect blood flow. He reaches over and grabs your arm, smearing the sharpie on your arm. Pulling you onto his lap, he makes you straddle one of his burly thighs. The stretch sends shockwaves directly to your pussy. He stares at you, he has a habit of reading people. The cigar hangs loose from his lips.

“Wan’ you to get yourself off on my thigh.”

Choking on his words you flush red. You hold onto his shoulders and he doesn’t touch you, other than his thick muscle inserted onto your core. Your knee causes friction onto his shaft once you start moving. You’re creating a long wet spot on his expensive pants. A hint of guilt crosses your mind, as you look at the cross nestled on the patch of hair on his chest. But the pleasure is too great. A switch flicks in your head and your mouth falls open as you moan.

“Lord, oh my god!”

He smirks, laughing lightly in his chest.

“ ‘prefer daddy, but I’ll take it.”

The cigar wiggles as he mumbles. You push your forehead onto his shoulder, into his neck. He’s too cold hearted to love the little kisses you press on his neck, but he’s man enough to admit he likes it. You smell his cologne and musk, it boils your blood. Your hips are lighting a fire. It hurts slightly at how rough you’re getting. Almost hitting him full force with your lower body. He doesn’t know why but he can tell you’re close. Waves turn into a tsunami as you grow closer to the top of the roller coaster. You claw at his meaty shoulders, careful to not grab at his hair.

When you start to unravel he takes you by the back of your neck and pushes your mouth onto his. Holding the weed between his lenient fingers. Billowing smoke floods into your mouth and he won’t let you go. Your thighs tighten around him and your body shutters as you come. It feels like you soaked his leg as you continue to finish. He pulls your bottom lip when he lets go. You cough furiously at the intrusion, he just smirks.

Shortly after he makes you stand. Walking over to the table he snuffs the cigar out in a small tray. He wipes his mouth, and itches the back of his neck. The cross moving as he does.

“I want your panties.”

You heave, trying to regain your breath. Your heart is thrumming like a horse running.

“What?”

He rolls his eyes, beckoning with his fingers for you to come to him again. When you’re close enough he grabs you by your throat. Your eyes go wide and the breath is knocked out of you as he shoves you onto the wall. His nose is a couple inches away from yours. You can smell the smoke and whiskey coming off him.

“I’m beginning to think you’re dumber than the average whore.”

He chews on his bottom lip, eyes blazing red like a bull. He knows deep down he would never hurt one of his girls. But scaring them was different, fear gave him power. What would he be without power? A nobody and he simply couldn’t have that.

“I said take ‘em off.”

He raises his eyebrows, his fingers constricting a little.

“Ya hear?”

You nod as best as you can. Head foggy as you’re growing unconscious. He pats your cheek before letting go like petting a dog. You tuck your hands under the skirt of your dress, hooking your fingers under the bands and pulling them down your legs. When you hand them to him he takes the dainty white article and pockets them.

He sits back in his chair after downing the rest of the alcohol in his whisky bottle. You stand where he left you, terrified.

“I wanna play a little game.”

Your stomach churns, the lady was right. He thinks for a moment, deciding what game he desires.

“Let’s play hide and seek.”

He scratches his face in thought.

“Here’s the rules, if you manage to leave this house you can get the money and walk. However, if I catch you, you’re mine to keep.”

Your head can’t compute. One hand it’s amazing, on the other it’s complete garbage. You’re sweating with the worst poker face he’s ever seen.

“I mean you don’t really get a choice, but I’ll give you a heads start.”

He blinks without a care. He shrugs. You’re confused on how such a beautiful thing can be so devious. A funny idea comes to mind, if he keeps you, then you could help him. Suddenly the deal doesn’t feel as rotten. He rubs his hands on his thighs. You’re still in a trance at how big he is. What he’d feel like stretching your tight hole, all of those thick veins an-

“Run.”

Before you can think your body reacts and you’re out the door.

___

You didn’t know why, maybe a sick twisted part of you but you wanted to toy with him. If he wanted to play a sick game you’d play him for all of his money, not a measly million. So you nearly stumbled down the stairs, your heels doing you no service. Carefully you take them off and leave them at the top of the stairs. Your short dress causes cold air to wip at your cunt causing you to shiver.

You’re not quite sure where to hide since you assume most rooms are locked, so you dash into the kitchen. You try to find a cabinet that you could fit into. One under the sink, surprised that you can fit your breath is hot and suffocating. It feels like ten minutes which is a good head start. You hear him walk across the room, opening a door and walking out. You assume he’s left. You slowly crawl out of your hiding place on all fours. Your skirt hiked up around your waist.

Slowly and carefully you’re crawling out of the room. Patent black dress shoes with a gold chain on the top. Fuck. Why’d he just stand there, your breath hitches as your vision slowly trails up his long body. He’s looking down at you, demeaningly. The fucker has the audacity to smile. Eyes crinkle and smile lines. You look out the window, finding Jerry walking out. That damn rat.

“Funny findin’ you here, ya know. I was just comin’ down for some more booze.”

He laughs darkly, hand on his hip. He leans on his arm on the doorway.

“Crawlin’ ‘round on fours.”

His voice is deep and he whistles low in a cat call.

“Should tear your hide up for bein’ so gullible.”

When he talks it’s becoming slurred, from the liquor hitting or how riled up he’s getting? Both are very plausible.

“What I’m goin’ to do is give you one last run, give me ‘bout ‘nother half a bottle and I’ll come fuck that tight snatch of yours.”

He swallows thickly, nodding to himself. He steps aside and lets you crawl away. He watches your bare ass and damp pussy in full view disappear from him.

___

You’ve gone through every door on the top floor, the ones on the bottom were fair game. You’ve snuck yourself into a room where there was a wall of stacked TVs playing surveillance footage of the house. Inside and out.

You were watching him, smoking a regular cigarette swaying his sultry hips to some music he put on. He downed another full bottle of whiskey, alternating between a cancer stick and liquid courage.

He was seducing even if he was the scariest person known to man. You tucked yourself on the long couch. You were admiring him, the more you watched the wetter you got. In your daydream you fucking lost him. Panic washes over you, how could you lose him? You felt pretty secure in your spot. Then it struck you that he knew all the blind spots where the cameras didn't reach. You were royally fucked.

You hid behind the couch when the door slowly opened. Your plan of action was waiting it out. You held your breath as he walked in. He takes his gun out of his waistband. Taking the safety off and locking the hammer back. All he had to do was pull the trigger. Surely, he wouldn’t. Right?

“I’m not gonna hurt ya, I promise.”

He smiles and you start turning to make the dash to the door.

“I know you girls get awfully wild when you get scared.”

He sniffs the air and groans, that punches your stomach hard. Making you shudder.

“Fuck, yittle one. Can practically taste ya.”

He’s rounding the corner of the couch and that's your best bet to run. As you do he blasts the television closest to your leg. You’re running, adrenaline rushing and pumping through your veins. The only thing you can think of is finding a new room. It wasn’t even about the money any more, it was just about hiding.

You’re tugging on door knobs, finally you find one and you fall on your ass. You watch him walk towards you, you get up roughly. Nearly tripping, and closing the door. You couldn’t lock the door before he walked in. You’re crawling on the floor pathetically. Skirt hiked up and he dropped to his knees, grabbing you around your ankle and he’s pulling you to him. You yelp as he straddles your bottom half.

“Startin’ to piss me off little girl.”

His strong hands manhandle you to where he wants you. You can feel how hard he is against the swell of your ass. Shoving your face into the carpet to hide your embarrassment. He unbuttons his shirt hurriedly, while he tucked his gun back into the front of his pants.

“ ‘m not gonna lie, outta the share of girls I’ve had. You were the most entertaining. Gettin’ me so hard, just to fuckin’ tease.”

He gropes your hip when he gets his blouse fully undone. He takes his hand off to fly it down to make your ass burn. You cry out a moan, grinding back into him. He chuckles low in his throat.

“Such a little baby, so whiny.”

He slams his hand down onto your other cheek, multiple times over. You try to run from his fury but he doesn’t allow it. He pushes you up and spreads your legs open. Your face is damp from fallen tears, your cunt crying to be touched by him. The littlest escapade is too straining on your body. He traces the lips of your pussy with the metal casing of his gun. It spreads you open and the metal cools your hot clit. You breathe heavily onto the floor.

“Lookit ya, filthy fucking girl. Gon’ make my carpet dirty. Should be ashamed.”

He shakes his head, degrading you like a dog who peed on his floor. He keeps sliding the metal over your folds, coating it in your juice. He watches frozen, dick straining in his slacks. Hisses low when he watches you clamp around his piece.

“Who gave you the right to look this good, huh?”

You don’t have the brain power to answer so you just mumble.

“My mama.”

He slows the motion on his prodding. Taking one of his hands and spreading your ass apart to get a better view.

“Your mama, shit, she’d weep if she could see her yittle baby right now. Gettin’ fucked by a revolver.”

He paws at your cheek, leaning over. He places the six shooter to the side by his blouse. You can feel his weight shift onto your lower back. His cross touches your upper back, his lips brush the shell of your ear.

“What would your mama say if she’d known her baby was such a slut.”

He threads his fingers into your hair and tugs your neck up. You wince at the pain but it warms your body more.

“N-not a slut, I jus’ like you.”

He’s taken aback by the confession. Never in his life has one of his girls admitted to having a crush on him. He gets up from you, you’re not entirely sure what he’s doing. You’re too fried to care. You hear his belt clicking and his slacks falling. He grabs you and pulls you up, making you walk over to the small couch. He pulls you over the armrest.

He turns you over onto your back, your ass burns as he maneuvers you. Spreading you open to see your cunt. His cock throbs at the sight of you so vulnerable. He touches himself at the base and he gasps for air at the feeling. He traces over your core, the head of his dick becoming damp. You stare up at the ceiling, concentrating on the feeling of him exploring.

“Beg for it.”

He doesn’t look up, he just watches. Your mouth opens before you can think.

“Please, daddy all I wan’ is you. Fuck me so good, I’ll fall in love. I swear!”

He laughs at your promise.

��Ain’t that righ’?”

He moans deep in his throat as he pushes in. His hands squeeze your hips in a vice. He’s too thick it hurts, you claw at his bicep and he smiles wide. He’s still pushing inch by inch after minutes have passed. Every ridge and vein he has you can feel it in your body, pulsing. He lowers himself to go deeper, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit. You jump at the overstimulation which makes him pull out slightly. You almost scream at how stuffed you feel.

“ ‘m gon’ fuck ya now. Best if ya held onto somethin’.”

Your ego got the best of you so you didn’t. He’s fucking you fast and deep. Shoving you up the couch with every thrust. Every slap of his hips, his balls smack into your sore ass. He’s drawn up taut so he won’t last long. His cross is dangling in front of your face, you stick your tongue out and take it into your mouth.

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’.”

He rasps out. You shove your hands into his hair, grabbing the base of his scalp. Your fingers instantly coated in heavy grease. Big doe eyes staring up at him is what does it. He pushes deep into you and you start freaking out.

“Pull out!”

He smirks, almost laughing incredulously. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he feels his come spill out the sides of your cunt, down his balls. He tried to pull up but you tug him down by your hands. He’s sweating heavily, his chest hair scratchy on your skin. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him into the hilt. He understands the memo and starts shallowly thrusting. He’s looking everywhere, Tupelo, your eyes. He's rubbing at your clit furiously. You can feel your stomach contrasting. Your breath is stifling. Releasing his chain from your mouth, he replaces the metal with his plush lips. Your stomach clenches and releases. He’s instantly flooded with your warmth.

He softens shortly after and pulls out, your shared fluids leaking onto his couch. He pulls up his boxers, helping you to move over for him to sit. His hair is stuck up in many places. You lay your head in his lap. At first he didn't know what to do from such a romantic gesture but he welcomed it nonetheless. He pats your head a couple times before leaning fully against his couch.

You kiss his bare thigh, it shouldn’t be hard making a war criminal fall in love with you. You don’t even care about the money anymore, you just want to be with him. Although, you think that you don’t even know his name.

“I dont think you ever introduced yourself.”

You whisper against his heated skin. He frowns, shaking his head with a shrug.

“I haven’t for a good reason.”

You pinch your face in confusion, so you pry farther for your desired information.

“And why not.”

He sighs low in his chest, his stomach contracting.

“If I told you my birth name, it’d get you killed. Trust me, it’s happened before.”

You nod, feeling mixed emotions.

“Okay, Tupelo.”

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