#elvis x you x jerry schilling

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Can’t Say No

Fandom: American Actor, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie, RPF

Pairing:  Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Jerry Schilling

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Jerry Schilling, Memphis Mafia

Word Count: 5108 

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Elvis Presley is an understanding man. Loving you is something he understands all too well.

Tags/ Warnings: Series of Oneshots, Non Chronological Order, Graceland, POV Second Person, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penetrative Sex, Group Sex, Extra Marital Sex, Threesome F/M/M, Kissing, Kisses, Neck Kissing, Cuddling, Declarations of Love, Falling In Love, Angst, Fluff,  Creampie,  Dom/Sub, Dom Elvis, Teasing, Wife Sharing, Reverse Harem, Established Relationship, Marriage, Reader and Elvis are Married, Breeding Kink

Notes: Fin!

As much as I’ve loved writing for our slutty summer Saturdays I think here’s a good place to end it.

As previously stated if I had to pick anyone after Elvis it would for sure be Jerry so ofc I had to finish it on him. But don’t be sad – I’m sure Elvis and Reader will be having lot of hot baby making sex  that I might write about one day. Hope you’ve liked it <3

​LINK TO MADE FOR THE MAFIA

You were upset. Anyone would think that it might have been the long day of travelling that had gotten to you or the fact that since you had touched down in California Elvis had been forced into meetings meaning that he had only got home an hour or so ago. They’d be wrong. You weren’t upset about that, in fact, what you were upset about was the fact that when Elvis had finally trudged upstairs to bed, finding you ready and waiting to spend a little one on one time together he had told you no. Well not no but he had rejected your advances citing the need to wind down after a long day by watching the football which was now playing out into the room much to your annoyance. 

You were laying in bed beside him your fingers playing with his large hand as you rested your cheek against his shoulder waiting for him to pay attention to you though he was watching the TV riveted. In fact the only time he peeled his gaze away was when he rang through for some sodas to be brought up, Jerry knocking at your bedroom door not five minutes later.  

It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle not getting your own way it was just that when it came to you Elvis rarely refused to bend to what you wanted. So you weren’t unaccustomed to it. 

It didn’t help that over the past couple of weeks you’d been living in a permanent bliss. Since the incident and Red’s subsequent punishment your little arrangement had cooled off. Though you hadn’t mentioned it outright the boys seemed to notice that they weren’t in favor, well not at the moment, and had left you and Elvis to it. And that had been heaven. 

Without them there he had seemed to relax. It was less about experimenting and more about the experience. He had shown you almost every day that he loved you with his entire being and you had done so in return. But if you were being honest you missed the man he was when they were around. You missed the fire in his eyes when he took charge or how he showed them he was your one and only. It had been a good side of him, well before it had all gotten too much. 

 In fact as Jerry handed a couple of Pepsi bottles over and prepared to leave you found yourself missing the way it had been when it was just the three of you. At least then it had been uncomplicated. 

 And so before you could force yourself not to you said, ‘why don’t you stay?’

‘What?’ Jerry said glancing at Elvis and then back at you. You knew why he was questioning it, any previous offers had been more than just about watching football and since you had cooled it he had every right to be confused. ‘He can stay right baby? Watch TV with us?’ you asked looking at Elvis whose eyes narrowed as he tried to work out what you were up to before he said, ‘yeah sure. Take a seat man.’

Jerry paused but seeing as the pair of you were watching him intently he nodded and slipped onto the bed beside you. This one was smaller than your bed back home, meaning that he was pressed against you as you lay between them, throwing him a smile as you settled back. 

Though as you looked at the TV your eyes glazed over as your need took hold. You yearned for Elvis to touch you, though he pretended not to notice as you leaned further into him. So your mind started to wander. You knew you shouldn’t, that he would pay attention to you soon but you couldn’t help yourself, especially when Jerry shifted, his thigh rubbing against yours making the dampness between your legs worsen as you glanced towards him. He smiled awkwardly and then looked back at the TV only upsetting you further. A couple months ago both these boys would’ve been chomping at the bit to do something  with you and now it all felt off.

And you didn’t want that. In fact what you did want you were laid in between but you knew Elvis wouldn’t bend to your pouting. Though he rarely told you no when he did he had a will of iron. Jerry however you doubted would be as strong. So you came up with a plan. One that went into motion the moment your hand fell onto Jerry’s thigh. 

Given the summer heat he wasn’t wearing much, just shorts and a T-shirt so when you reached across you were touching bare skin. You could feel his eyes burning into you but you kept your gaze forward, fixed on the TV, as you trailed your fingers in soft circles against him.

As he put his gaze back on the TV you smirked to yourself, allowing your hand to trace over the material of his shorts. You could feel him shift, trying to ignore the fact the material was getting a lot more restrictive the more your hand moved. When you glanced towards Elvis however he didn’t even seem to notice in fact he was leaning forward excitedly anticipating a coming touchdown.

‘That’s it he’s gonna do it! Hot damn!’ he said cheering as he moved forward forcing you off of him in his excitement meaning that your hand fully shifted, touching Jerry’s now hard cock. However it was only brief and your hand had no sooner brushed against it before Jerry was leaping up, his face flush with embarrassment though you could see he was thanking God his situation wasn’t too noticiable given the shorts he was wearing. ‘You alright man?’ Elvis asked he lay back his arm going around your shoulders as you feigned innocence. ‘Yeah,’ Jerry said clearing his throat, ‘you want more sodas? I can get ya more sodas.’ ‘Nah I’m good,’ Elvis said though as Jerry made no attempt to sit back down next to you he said, ‘oh don’t mind her. She’s just pouting because I won’t fuck her.’

Jerry’s eyes went wide as did yours as you looked towards him, a scowl on your face that made him smirk as you protested, ‘I am not pouting!’ ‘Sure you’re not, is that why your hands been rubbing up Jer’s thigh for the last ten minutes?’ he said smirking as you folded your arms across your chest, ‘you can’t kid a kidder baby.’ ‘I’m not kiddin’ anyone,’ you said looking away from him, irked that your teasing hadn’t gotten the reaction you hoped for.  ‘Hey now stop poutin’ I told ya I would didn’t I?’ he reasoned brushing your hair off your shoulder though you continued not to look at him. ‘I guess I just thought I was more appealing than the football,’ you said. ‘You are look would ya just give me till the end of the game?’ Elvis asked. You could feel yourself caving, his fingers down the chiffon of your nightdress creating goosebumps as they went but the throb between your legs was too much. You would give him his game but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t start without him. You nodded earning yourself a smile and feeling like he was back in safe territory Jerry took a seat back beside you. 

Once he was situated though you moved turning to face both men whose eyes fell on you instead of the TV. Then Elvis watched as you clambered onto Jerry’s lap, sitting on his thighs as he watched you, mouth agape and dry. 

‘Baby,’ Elvis said with an edge to his voice. It wasn’t that he was mad at you it was just that you were openly disobeying him. ‘Yeah?’ you asked as your fingers fiddled with the waistband of Jerry’s shorts. ‘I thought we were waiting,’ he said. ‘You said you were waiting,’ you said, ‘maybe me and Jer don’t wanna wait.’ ‘Y/N,’ Jerry said unsure. ‘Oh come on Jer don’t ya fancy a lil helping hand,’ you said ghosting your hand against him, ‘how longs it been? Weeks?’ ‘Exactly. Ten minutes ain’t gonna kill him and it won’t kill you either,’ Elvis said. ‘I don’t know,’ you mused teasing your finger along Jerry’s clothed shaft, ‘from the looks of things I’d say making him wait could seriously hurt him. And y’know I can do a lot in ten minutes.’ ‘You think?’ Elvis said. He was baiting you, knowing what you really wanted was him but he wasn’t going to let you win that easily. So he said, ‘fine. Go ahead but don’t expect me to be waiting around once I’m ready.’ 

And then he turned his head to the screen. It wasn’t what you wanted. You’d hoped he’d cave but seeing that he wasn't you decided not to pout any longer and take matters quite literally into your own hands. 

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around Jerry whose hold on you remained tentative, glancing towards Elvis unsure though you turned his face back to look at you.

‘You’re not going to leave me high and dry now are ya?’ you purred. ‘EP-‘ ‘Is fine,’ you said, ‘if he would rather look at 30 guys run about a field he can. But is that what you want?’ 

Jerry looked at you, watching him expectantly, and then shook his head

‘Good boy,’ you smiled before you leaned into kiss him. It was slow and languid, his hands finding your waist as he held you to him but it wouldn’t last. Not when you had a time limit hanging over you. You pulled back, sitting firmly on his lap as you shimmied the straps of your night gown down, allowing it to gather at your waist as you revealed yourself causing Jerry’s cock to twitch at the sight. Your hand ghosted down him, teasing along his waistband before you pulled them down with some assistance until he sprang free, slapping against his own stomach where he left a trail of excitement behind.

As you reached your hand forward to grasp him he grunted, thrusting his hips up for any scrap of  relief you could offer. For a moment you could’ve sworn you felt Elvis watching you but when you looked his way his gaze remained fixed on the screen, seemingly ignoring the pair of you. So you paid him no attention, moving your hand against Jerry, your thumb swirling over his tip as you moved at an agonisingly slow pace. You kept your hand moving, enjoying the way your touch seemed to reek havoc on his breathing. When you looked up he was watching you lustfully.

‘So,’ you mused, ‘be honest.’ ‘What?’ Jerry said though it was more uneven than he intended. ‘Have ya missed this?’ you asked.  ‘Is that a serious question?’ Jerry said making you giggle, even harder as his head fell back as he said, ‘oh fuck.’ ‘I’ve missed it too,’ you said. You were looking at Jerry but your words were meant for Elvis, hoping he’d see how much you needed him, ‘don’t know how he expects me to wait through an entire football game. Not after months of us all running amuck.’ ‘I can’t believe he said no,’ Jerry said in a tone so honest you wondered if he had forgotten Elvis was less than a metre away. ‘Guess I’m not as appealing as football,’ you giggled.

He was meeting your pace now, thrusting up into your hand though his face fell as your movements slowed. You knew Elvis loved you but teasing Jerry made you excited, seeing the desperation on his face as his eyes pleaded with you to give him the release he was looking for.

‘Are you gonna touch me Jer?’ you asked in a sickeningly sweet voice. ‘I’ll do anything,’ he pleaded. ‘Yeah?’ you asked earning a nod, ‘you gonna cum for me first?’ ‘Fuck,’ Jerry said. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. It wasn’t that you two hadn’t been in this situation before it was that all the times before Elvis had been right there with you. He knew if Elvis had a problem he would never have let it get this far and he also knew that all of this was to get a rise out of your husband. But it didn’t feel like that. In the moment it felt as though it was just you and him, as if you were the only two there. It felt good. ‘That’s not an answer,’ you said leaning in as your hand worked his shaft quicker and quicker, your chest pressing against his as you placed your mouth next to his ear, ‘now…are you gonna cum for me Mr Schilling?’ ‘Yes,’ he said obediently, unable to fathom how his own name could sound so erotic. ‘Where do you wanna cum?’ you asked.  ‘Your mouth,’ he said without a thought in his brain to stop him not that it mattered as when you pulled back your face was plastered with a cheeky smile and you shuffled down the bed until you were laying between his legs. 

As your hand held him your mouth moved to his balls, your tongue swiping along them in a manner that made his toes curl. Yet your tongue didn’t stop there instead it carried on its knee weakening assault along every inch of him until it could swirl his head before you inched him into your mouth. He groaned, his hands flying to your hair as you worked him. He was moving his hips against you, his fingers knotting in your locks as you moved. You could tell he was getting closer, the familiarity you had with the man telling you what ever little grunt and groan meant until he spoke.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum,’ he panted as you pulled back, keeping his tip in your mouth as your hand met his on his shaft working him frantically until you felt his release spill onto your tongue. You swallowed him down effortlessly, pulling off him with a pop though before you could speak you felt hands on your legs pulling you away from him as your body was flipped. You hadn’t noticed him move but Elvis was on you in a matter of seconds, your body pinned in the nook of Jerry’s legs as he hovered over you. Your hands immediately went to his neck, stroking it as he smirked at you. 

‘Thought you weren’t touching me,’ you said. You were unable to hear what the TV was playing in the background but with all your teasing you assumed you’d gone well over your time.   ‘You had with a minute to spare,’ he said leaning down to kiss you, his lips migrating along your jaw as you sighed. You had won but that didn’t mean you were going to let him off easy. ‘Doesn’t that mean there’s still a minute left of your game then?’ you asked smirking as he pulled back to look at you. ‘Yeah but you were right,’ he said as his fingers found their way up under the hem of your nightdress, teasing your folds as he found there was nothing there to stop him, ‘this is a better.’

And before you could protest he moved to thrust inside you, burying himself down to the hilt as he buried his face in your neck. 

‘Honey you’re soaked,’ he grunted moving his hips at a furious pace.  ‘Been waitin’,’ you panted. There was no tenderness here, the gentle and loving caresses the pair of you had shared for the past few weeks were all but forgotten as he plunged in and out of you his mouth nipping and sucking ever inch of your skin he could reach without disentangling from you.  ‘You ain’t ever gonna have to wait again,’ he said, ‘never gonna say no again.’ ‘Promise?’ you groaned as he hit that sweet spot, forcing you to grind your hips against him chasing the high once more. ‘Promise,’ he said, ‘I’ll give you anything you want.’ ‘Want it E,’ you said grasping his face. ‘You sure?’ he said making you nod, ‘ask me again doll. Tell me what you want.’ ‘Want you to cum in me,’ you said breathily.  ‘Mmm?’ he asked, ‘you gonna take it from me? Fill you up all nice and full? ‘Yes,’ you said. Though you had been on edge all day waiting for this very thing none of the anticipation could’ve matched what you were feeling at that moment.  ‘Okay honey,’ he said, ‘but ya gotta cum with me okay?’ ‘Okay,’ you said as he moved his hips against your he snaked a hand between you both, tracing electrifying circles around your clit.  ‘You ready?’ he asked as you nodded, unable to keep your eyes open as you clung to whatever would keep you grounded namely his hair and Jerry’s leg. ‘Fuck E,’ you whimpered ‘That’s it,’ he grunted, ‘cum with me now.’

And then he was spilling out into you, his hips going haphazard in movement though his fingers never lifted from your clit causing ecstasy to flow through you milking him for all he was worth. 

As he slowed down and the shocks started to ebb you opened your eyes finding him still watching you breathlessly. You giggled pushing the hair that had fallen in his eyes off his face as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. When he pulled back he was sporting that familiar lopsided grin.

‘You happy now?’ he asked. ‘Very,’ you giggled.  ‘M’glad,’ he said kissing you once more. Then he pulled out of you wiping you both down with one layers of your nightgown of which there were and outrageous amount of before he shuffled back up the bed, you scampering behind him. Though as you flipped yourself onto your knees you seemed to notice the pair of you weren’t alone, that the passionate moment you had shared had been witnessed. But you didn’t care instead you climbed back to your spot on the bed, cuddling into Elvis’ side. 

However as you did Jerry started to shuffle up towards the edge of the bed only stopping when you tugged on his T-shirt. He looked at you puzzled making you smile, ‘and where do you think you’re going?’ ‘I thought I’d give you guys…y’know…’ he said awkwardly sighing as you raised an eyebrow, ‘some privacy.’ ‘I think we’re well past that part don’t you?’ you giggled patting the bed beside you, ‘c’mon. Besides he missed the ending of the game which means he needs someone to watch the highlight show with and I’m tired.’ ‘Like you paid attention before,’ Elvis chuckled pressing a kiss to your temple. As the pair of you watched Jerry he seemed to deliberate before eventually he nodded and climbed back on the bed beside you. You shuffled down in your seat, wrapping your arm in Elvis’ as you snuggled against his shoulder though that didn’t stop you from using your other hand to take hold of Jerry’s holding it gently. You glanced at him, offering a smile which he returned before you looked back to the TV, finally content.

You still weren’t watching whatever was playing but your mind wasn’t whirring now, in fact, you were enjoying just being beside them both, listening to them talk about the football until finally you felt yourself being pulled into a slumber. And after a while, from where Jerry was sitting, it appeared that both of you had fallen asleep and so he gently let go of your hand and placed it on your thigh before he shifted himself off the bed.

He moved silently through the room opening the door quietly until he could wander down the hall and out onto the patio. The summer night’s air was warm but given that he was still in his shorts and a t-shirt he felt a chill run through him though he didn’t care. He just needed to be outside, to think. Though as he stood there he heard the sliding door open once more and he sighed to himself thinking it was one of the boys needing him for something but it wasn’t, it was Elvis. He didn’t say anything, instead, he allowed his friend to come and stand beside him but where Jerry was looking out onto the valley below Elvis was leaning against the railing, watching him.

‘You alright man?’ Elvis asked. ‘M’fine,’ Jerry shrugged, ‘just figured I’d give you two some space.’ ‘Yeah?’ Elvis asked. Jerry nodded and then he dropped his gaze looking back out at the view as he tried to work out how to phrase what he wanted to say next. ‘You know I’ve been thinkin’,’ he said nervously glancing at Elvis who watched him but said nothing, ‘maybe we should stop…’ ‘Oh?’ Elvis asked. ‘I mean not that it ain’t been fun or anything because it has but I mean after the last couple of times maybe it’s better if we don’t,’ Jerry said watching Elvis. ‘Why ‘cause Red can’t last longer than two minutes?’ Elvis asked though he knew that wasn’t the reason. ‘I’m just sayin’ it’s getting complicated don’t you think? I mean you can't deny Red got y’all a lil spun out,’ Jerry said. ‘So we go back to the way it was,’ Elvis shrugged making Jerry sigh. He was trying so hard to get his point across, to say what he wanted to say without saying it outright but it was falling flat well, that’s what he thought until Elvis said, ‘you fell in love with her didn’t you.’

Jerry looked up at him, his face splashed with regret though he didn’t say anything for a minute, allowing the words to hang between them. But it was confirmation enough. Elvis sighed and turned to look out at the valley himself, the lights of the houses below them twinkling even in the light of the summer’s night. After a minute Jerry spoke, saying the only thing he could muster.

‘I didn’t mean to.’ ‘I know,’ Elvis said quietly. There was no anger behind it, yet Jerry didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. He had half hoped that he would’ve torn into him, the way he had with Red, if it would’ve helped that gnawing feeling in his gut he would’ve let him whoop his ass. And though he had no right to all he could do was plead with him. ‘Please don’t tell her,’ he begged. Elvis sighed a laugh. ‘I don’t kick a man when he’s down,’ Elvis said looking at his friend. Neither of them spoke for a minute, unable to navigate through the awkwardness. But Elvis couldn't help himself, the questions in his mind begging to come out.

'How long?’ ‘EP-’ ‘How long?’ Elvis asked though he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. He had started their arrangement because he hoped they could all have a bit of fun, to learn his best friend might have had other intentions would sting he was sure. ‘I don’t know,’ Jerry said honestly, ‘but the whole thing with Red…’ ‘Right,’ Elvis said looking away from him. It was a relief if only slightly.

Again the pair of them remained quiet, though there were questions spinning through both of their minds, neither of them knowing where to start. Eventually, Jerry bit the bullet though he refused to look up as he said, ‘so we stop?’

‘I think that’s for the best,’ Elvis said earning a nod. ‘Maybe the other guys,’ Jerry said clearing his throat, ‘maybe you could…’ ‘Nah, not without you,’ Elvis said shaking his head, ‘I mean they’re fine and she likes ‘em but…if it’s worth anything I think she’s come to like you too.’ ‘EP don’t be cruel,’ Jerry whispered. ‘I’m not,’ Elvis said firmly, ‘look do I think she’s clambering to leave me for you? No…but she does love you Jer.’

Jerry had been looking away from him but as his words he couldn’t resist glancing his way though he immediately wished he hadn't because he could see from the look on his friend's face he was telling the truth. It was enough to make his heart flutter and squeeze all in one go. He groaned moving to sit on one of the patio chairs as he put his head in his hands, ‘I am an idiot.’

‘I’d say I blame ya but I can’t…not really,’ Elvis said watching his friend sadly. And in that instance, he had the urge to comfort him. It was odd to want to comfort your best friend, especially when the said friend had just admitted to falling in love with your wife after fucking her senseless so many times yet he knew how he felt. He wished he could be angry but watching the man in front of him so torn up over a love he knew was worth it meant he couldn’t be. He was just lucky that it was him you had picked.

‘You know if it was any other circumstance you know who I’d tell ya to speak to,’ Elvis mused making Jerry sigh. ‘Yeah she’d probably sort it all out for me,’ Jerry said. ‘Hell she’d probably let ya use her to wean yourself onto the next ‘un,’ Elvis chuckled. Jerry chuckled too though he felt fear flutter through him and he stood up. ‘She can't know,’ he said firmly. ‘No, I know,’ Elvis sighed. Jerry nodded feeling a little bit better though he bit his lip as he asked, ‘what are you gonna say?’ ‘I’ll think of sumthin’. I’ll probably blame Red to be honest with ya. I mean she’ll be bummed but she’ll understand,’ Elvis shrugged. Jerry nodded. ‘Promise you won't tell her?’ Jerry asked hoping for one last confirmation. ‘Of course not,’ Elvis said, ‘I wouldn’t do that to ya. You’re my best friend.’

Jerry nodded moving back to the balcony as his mind whirred. He felt better for telling his friend but that still didn't stop his stomach from flooding with butterflies the moment his thoughts landed around you. It also didn’t stop the guilt from flooding through him as he felt Elvis place a hand on his shoulder for just a moment before he headed inside.

When he got back to the bedroom you were laying on your front, tucked under the bedclothes as you slept soundly, though you were disturbed as he climbed in beside you, slipping down onto his back as you moved to lay on him.

‘Where’ve you been?’ you asked stirring as he wrapped his arms around you. ‘Nowhere baby,’ he murmured, ‘go back to sleep.’ ‘Where’s Jer?’ you asked, your eyes opening a touch as you realised the bed that had been practically absent of space was now empty on your other side. ‘Gone,’ Elvis said trying to keep his tone even.  You nodded, yawning as you rubbed your eyes. He watched you closely, he had to tell you, now in the dark where you wouldn’t question him too much because he knew if you asked, if you probed at him, he wouldn’t be able to keep it from you - no matter what he’d promised his friend.

 So before you could lay your head back on him he said, ‘baby?’ ‘Mmm?’ you asked sleepily. ‘I think we’re done,’ he said quietly. You stirred pulling back to place your hand on his chest as you looked at him, your brain failing to register what that meant but when it did all you could say was, ‘oh.’

He held you, his blue eyes sparkling in the low light as his fingers traced along your chin waiting for you to say something. You didn’t know what to say. You were sad it was over sure but more to the point you were worried. Worried you had done something to ruin it.

‘Is it me? Did I go too far?’ you asked making him chuckle. ‘No doll it’s not you,’ he said. ‘So what is it? I mean I thought after Red you said…I thought we were okay,’ you said worriedly. ‘We are,’ he said hoping that if he locked onto the narrative of Red you’d follow, ‘I just…I don’t know. I think the whole thing with Red might’ve been our signal to stop y’know. Maybe we shouldn’t push it.’ ‘You’re probably right,’ you said, your anxieties ebbing. Tonight had been fun but you couldn't deny it had felt different than before though you didn't know why. ‘Are you okay with that?’ he asked. You nodded. ‘Yeah I mean it’s been fun but I’d right have you, us, be comfortable and happy than all of that anyway. You know that right?’ you said. ‘Always,’ he said leaning up to kiss you. You kissed him back, smiling into it which made his brow furrow as you pulled back, ‘what?’ ‘Nothing,’ you giggled, ‘it’s just that I’ve realised something.’ ‘Oh yeah, what’s that?’ Elvis asked amusedly thanking his lucky stars you’d taken the news so well.  ‘Well we might’ve closed that chapter but that doesn’t mean we can't find other things to do,’ you mused running your fingers up his chest. ‘You’re right,’ he laughed, ‘can’t have you gettin’ bored on me can I?’ ‘Hell maybe we could actually do it like it was intended and try for a baby,’ you joked though as the words left your lips Elvis’ eyes sparkled. ‘You know that’s not such a bad idea,’ Elvis said making flutter run through you. You hadn't been being serious but at his words you let excitement. Maybe he had a point. This little arrangement had been fun but maybe it was time for the pair of you to think of the next chapter of your life. After all this whole situation had done nothing but prove how much the pair of you loved one another, why not create something out of that love?

‘Really?’ you asked quietly. ‘Why not?’ he shrugged. ‘You really never can say no to me huh?’ you giggled, amused by just how quickly he had bent to whatever you wanted. Even tonight he hadn't lasted. ‘Nope,’ he smiled, ‘how could I? Love ya too damn much that’s my problem.’ ‘Well let’s put that love to good use huh?’ you said. ‘Oh definitely,’ he said kissing the tip of your nose.

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EP + You + Memphis mafia = Chaos

Hey! I'm back, I'm still alive, don't worry, you'll have to do a lot to get rid of me.Well, let's get to the important thing, these are little things that arose in my mind, and who better than you to read them and give me your opinion, I hope you like it, if so, I will write more.Love and kisses for all. 😍❤️ 💞

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Elvis: ¿Would you do that for me?

(Y/N): Sure, I would do a lot of things to you.

Elvis: "For"

Elvis: "For me." Doll, right?

(Y/N): Yeah, that too.

Elvis:

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Elvis: I want to wake up with you for the rest of my life.

(Y/N): I wake up at 5 am.

Elvis:...

Elvis: I want to sleep with you for the rest of my life.

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Jerry: ¿What color are EP's eyes?

(Y/N): The most beautiful blue that exists in this or any other world, so deep that you could get lost in them.

Jerry: ¿When was the last time we saw him?

(Y/N): 14 minutes and 41 seconds ago, he finished a rehearsal, and went to prepare for his show.

Jerry: ¿And when did you first meet him?

(Y/N): In high school, he was two years older than me, we had never spoken but I felt like we had known each other all our lives.

Jerry: ¿And when is my birthday?

(Y/N):...

Jerry: ¿When is my birthday (Y/N)?

*Elvis, who had remained on the sidelines watching the entire conversation, decides to take part.*

Elvis: ¿When is my birthday Baby?

(Y/N): January 8 satnin

Elvis: That's my good girl

[elvisabutler]

a pelvis and some milk walk into a bar

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley | austin butler rating: m pairing: elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo and any combo of those four you can manage word count: 4720 warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). foursome. double penetration. multiple orgasms. mild overstimulation. clit pinching. nipple play. marking/biting. oral ( female receiving. male receiving, implied future. ). fingering. clit play. bit of dirty talk. everyone kind of is really nebulous with their relationships in this. it's not cheating because everyone is consenting and present alright. author’s note: welcome to day 8 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, foursome with elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sandy kawelo. the person who requested this knows who they are and knows that i somehow cranked this out because they deserved it tonight before tomorrow. let me tell y'all this was an obscene amount of fun. i've said it once and i've said it before i do very much like writing threesomes/moresomes and this was no exception. literally when i open up requests again i can almost guarantee you that I'll probably bang it out rather quick. the title isn't quite accurate to the fic itself but no lie it's grown on me so much i couldn't bear to change it.

"Just because I've been staring at her doesn't mean I want to have sex with her, EP. I have— I have Sandy." Jerry attempts to argue against what Elvis has decided to propose in the car on the way to the studio. It's not that he hasn't thought about it, anyone with eyes has thought about having sex with you. But there's certain things you don't do when it comes to you and actively entertaining the idea that they'd ever get to have sex with you? Well that's one of those things you don't do, after all Red and George had thought about it once or twice and George had entertained it just a bit only to have Elvis bite off the DJ's head. No, Jerry knows better than to think you're even something obtainable, besides he was married and he loved his wife.

"And I have her. Milk, I'm offerin' ya a chance that all the boys'd die for and here ya are tellin' me ya ain't gonna take it," Elvis scoffs and steps just a little closer to Jerry. "My boy, if I didn't want ya touchin' her— if she didn't want ya touchin' her. I wouldn't be standin' here askin' and offerin'. Ya really gonna deny my wife her anniversary present?"



In that moment, Jerry feels the world tilt on its axis just a bit. Surely he hadn't heard his best friend of a decade say that he was being offered to his wife as an anniversary present. Jerry wishes he could say that he's entirely surprised, after all, what do you get a woman who's married to Elvis Presley? The man— while a serial womanizer, a fact Jerry still can't believe some days— is arguably what every woman wants in a man and is someone who spoils her rotten. What do you get that sort of woman? Nothing material— no, gifts have to come from the heart for a woman like her. A realization hits Jerry like a ton of bricks and he's certain it's written all over his face the moment it happens. He was the gift. He was supposed to be the gift for you. A flush of desire courses through him as the idea settles fully in his mind. You want him and were obvious enough that Elvis felt the need to ask him this and to offer him up as an option. It's not that he doesn't love Sandy but a chance to have the unattainable is a heady proposition.



"She—you're not just testing me, are you?" Tricking is what Jerry means to say, knowing fully well that it just might be something Elvis is willing to do and yet as he stares at one of— if not his best friend he sees no trace of mocking or jest in them. Only pure unadulterated honesty.



"Jer—" Elvis starts before putting his hand on the other man's shoulder. "I'd joke and tease and test anyone else wit' this. Not you. The missus would kill me if I tried. Both of 'em maybe, cause boy she is capable of whipping your woman into a damn frenzy I don't wanna be on the end of. Bein' completely honest. She— Told her whatever she wanted I'd get. And she came up to me with *that*. I'd be offended if she didn't remind me 'm her husband and that she might like ya and find ya attractive but she's married to me."



There's a few words on the tip of Jerry's tongue about how Elvis can't control his own urges despite being married to you but he stops them, biting the inside of his cheek before he finds the words to speak. "So what— What exactly does she want?"



"Both of us," He answers simply, as if it's a completely normal thing to say. "Didn't press on the exact details, figured we could— uh— figure 'em out when we get to it. Might wanna have us both inside, I dunno. It's her gift, she calls the shots."



The image Elvis is painting, of you taking both of them inside you, their cocks stretching you has his pupils dilating and has his breathing shifting just that little bit earning a grin from Elvis. "You— I gotcha thinkin' 'bout it, Milk, don't I? That's you sayin' yes, ain't it?"



Jerry shakes his head as if that will clear the vision from his mind's eye only to make it worse, his mind conjuring images of your breasts in his hands and of you moaning and whimpering as his thumbs brushed against your nipples and as Elvis and him took turns sucking hickies against your neck and chest. Maybe you'd even be kissing his wife— come to think of it— 



"You think she'd mind if I brought Sandy along?" Jerry asks, mildly unsure that she'd go with it and yet wanting the vision in his mind's eye to come to fruition. Nevermind that he'd still have to talk his wife into it and ask her but it never hurts to ask ahead of confirmation.



Elvis's face lights up as he leans closer and laughs. "Wouldn't be the first time she'd've kissed 'nother woman durin' somethin' like this. Don't think she would." Elvis pauses. "So I can tell her she can get her present?"



Jerry can't help the way he sighs, shutting his eyes when he answers. A part of him feels like he might regret this later. But the temptation of you and the realization that he'd be the only person in Elvis's circle who would have actually touched you and felt how you kissed and how your breasts felt in his hand and how your vagina felt gripping his cock forces that regret deep down inside his mind.



"Yeah, you can tell her."

As it turns out, Sandy was okay with going along with this. Something about how she could keep an eye on the two of them and make sure that you were safe. Not that she truly thought either one of them would hurt you but in the heat of the moment she knows Jerry can be passionate and you've borne the marks of Elvis's own passion more times than she cares to count. You are her friend she'd never live with herself if she didn't at least make sure this ended well for everyone involved.



Truthfully, that's why you go to her first and pull her in for a kiss. The two of you had talked about this ahead of time, you wanted your respective husbands inside of you but if she was going to be here, you wanted her to be a willing participant and you wanted her to know that you loved her or at least liked her enough to make sure she was equally as involved. It was your anniversary but Jerry is her husband. She smiles into the kiss, laughing softly when she pulls away.



"I think they're enjoying the show," she comments, wrapping her arms around your neck before turning to Elvis and Jerry. "I didn't agree to this only to have this be a show for you two. Get up."



Elvis stays sitting as Jerry stands up and moves to you without missing a single beat. You can't see him approach but you can hear his soft footsteps against the carpet and the way his breathing hitches just so the more he takes in your only clad in underwear body. Your breasts are pressed against Sandy's own but you feel her move back just a bit at the same time you feel Jerry's warm breath against your neck. His hands hands move to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing against the nipples as he places feather soft kisses against your neck.



"Just wanted to make sure she was comfortable," he defends himself against your ear even though he's talking to Sandy. "Do you feel comfortable?"



A soft whimper leaves your lips as his mouth closes around your earlobe after the word comfortable and you watch as Sandy bites her lip in a mixture of arousal and amusement. "That's a dirty trick, Jerry, you're turning her into putty before she can answer."



"That's the point," Elvis interjects from his spot on the chair. "She wanted this, told her it might be a bit much but— what my girl wants, my girl gets. Ain't that right, darlin'."



You hum in acknowledgement, your toes curling in the carpet as your nipples pebble and your breath comes out shaky. Words finally come to you as you try and move your head to kiss Jerry. "I'm more than comfortable. I— More."



The grip on your breasts tightens and you keen ever so softly even as Sandy tries to swallow it with another kiss. The sensations make it hard to focus on any one thing even as your mind tries to cling to something. What it finally settles on is the rustle of what you think is Elvis getting off the chair and moving toward you. You wait to feel him next to you, wait to have him pull you in for a kiss before you realize that he's not doing that. You can feel the heat of his body against your arm for the briefest of moments before you feel it against your leg. Sandy's moved to the side of you, breaking your kiss only to have her lips replaced with Jerry's finally claiming yours with a nip and an insistent tongue. It's then that you feel the cold bite of Elvis's rings against your overheated thighs and you whine against Jerry's lips, the temperature difference forcing you to wrench your lips away to look down at Elvis on his knees, trying to make your stance just a little wider. His grin when he looks up at you is practically wolfish as he sneaks a glance at your underwear.



"Barely been touched and ya drippin'. Makin' a mess of these panties. Wanna show 'em what they've done to you already?" His voice is practically a coo as his fingers start to play with the edges of your panties as you feel someone's hand— Sandy's maybe— ghost over your hip, sliding them down as best as they can. When they're loose enough Elvis moves his head to your cunt nuzzles through the fabric before taking the fabric in his teeth and yanking them down. Your mouth opens to say something before you feel his fingers slip inside you, curling just so in the way you enjoy. Jerry takes the opportunity to kiss you once again and kiss down your neck and to your shoulder. "He's got to make sure you can take it."



Your eyes roll in the back of your head for a moment as Jerry shifts just enough to press his cock against your now bare ass and to kiss Sandy over your shoulder. After a moment you speak. "Take what?"



An idea of what is in your mind but you don't dare voice the possibility. The thought that they're going to do that to you has your mind whirling and your cunt clenching around Elvis's fingers, earning a hiss from him. "Spoilin' the surprise, Milk."



"Warning her ahead of time, E," he counters, looking down at Elvis who in a fit of childish annoyance sticks his tongue out. Somewhere deep inside your mind you can't help but laugh at the interaction. It's helped by Sandy actually letting out a soft laugh even as she looks at you as if to say men. You try to mirror the look only to have Jerry nip at your neck and Elvis nip at your thigh.



The warring sensations of their teeth has you shutting your eyes and biting on your lip to keep quiet only for you to feel Jerry's hand move down between your legs and feel his thumb brush up against your clit gathering some of your wetness. You want to ask him what he's doing but it's then that you feel his thumb on your lip, pressing against it to try and get you to stop biting your lip. After a moment you open your lips ever so slightly and Jerry allows you to taste yourself on his thumb and starts to pull his hand away only to have you run your tongue along the entire of his thumb, sucking just slightly. You finally let it go with a small pop as you open your eyes. They flit down to Elvis where he's looking up at you with something akin to lust and love all at once. You're his wife and you're showing off just how much of a minx you are to one of his best friends and to your own best friend. Elvis's eyes stay on yours as he starts to tongue at your clit, watching the pleasure start to cross your face. He briefly looks over at Jerry before you manage to stutter out a question.



"Warning me 'bout wha? Wha are you two gonna do?" Since your mind figures it's something nefarious the boys have cooked up versus them and Sandy. Elvis's fingers curl once again as his tongue moves down, licking at your walls like a man starved. His face burrows in between your legs, focusing on his task at hand and ignoring the question, leaving Jerry to answer it. Jerry's hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you in for another kiss as Sandy runs her hands across your waist.



"Elvis thinks you can take us both at the same time. You just need to be prepared. Since we're both large." As if to emphasize the point Jerry's hips grind against your ass once more. "He's got a lot of faith in you and I do too. You want it, don't you? That's what this was about? Getting us together? Having us inside you while my wife plays with your chest? Or kisses you in between us kissing you?"



Against your neck you feel his breathing shift, almost as if the image he's painting is winding him up. One of his hands moves to your hip and tightens only to have Elvis’s grip on your thighs tighten as well. You let out a groan and one of your hands slides down your torso, waiting for one of the three of them to stop it. They don't and your hand finds purchase in Elvis’s hair, your fingers lacing themselves through his locks until you have enough you can grab and yank as his tongue practically fucks you and as his fingers— those calloused digits pinch lightly at your clit. Words fail you as he continues his onslaught and as you feel two sets of eyes watching you slowly come apart from just hit tongue and his fingers alone. Elvis starts to pull away only for you to use your grip on his hair to force his face back into your cunt. He still removes his fingers, earning a whine from you that's quietly shushed away by both Jerry and Sandy's soft whispers against your ear.



"We've got you," they whisper as you feel their fingers— when had any of their hands moved down— against your clit, alternating between his rough ones and her soft ones. It's as if you're being teased with gentle loving and rough fucking all at once and despite your best efforts, you feel your head lolling backwards against Jerry's shoulder, the coil in your lower abdomen reaching such a height of tension that you feel your legs start to shake and try to tighten by Elvis's head. You need relief and no one is giving you just enough to make it happen. A whimper leaves your lips as you pull at Elvis's hair in a way he knows well. That yank always serves as a plea, a simple request that you'd be begging for if your mouth would just work. You can feel tears of want prickling at your eyes before you feel Elvis swat away both Sandy's and Jerry's hand and replaces them with his own, his fingers taking your swollen little nub and rubbing and touching just so before he allows his mouth to cover it and suck.



You reach your peak with a silent scream at the sensation, at the final missing piece finally clicking into place. Despite your best efforts you feel your body start to tremble just a bit as Jerry wraps his arms around you and allows you to lean against him even as his cock twitches against your behind. Sandy's hand reaches to pet his cock between the two of you and you hum in delight. Your chest rises and falls with shaky breaths as Elvis finally pulls away and looks up at you on his knees with his face covered in your cum. No words are said before Jerry nuzzles at your hair and Sandy kisses your neck, her free hand pinching a nipple of yours and your hand doing the same in kind to her.



"E, you're not good at sharing." Jerry says it as a tease, even as your arousal is on his fingers, waiting to be tasted by him or his wife.



Elvis shrugs, and moves to stand up. "So?"



Feeling an argument brewing you reach out to palm Elvis's cock before wrapping your hand around it and murmuring something incoherent before shaking your head to focus. "Don't ruin my present, 'vis. I want this, not just them watchin' us. Please."



Any other time and you might cringe at how your voice sounds as you say please but it has the desired effect in making Elvis sigh and has him giving Sandy the softest of kisses while giving Jerry a look as if to say go on now, get. That look spurs something in Jerry and that arm that had been around your waist, pulling you closer to him moves away. You start to sputter out your displeasure until you realize he's turning you around and taking your hand off of Elvis's cock and putting it on his. The sensation is different, not unwelcome but different and you experimentally move your hand up and down, marveling in how there's already so much precum that your hand practically glides against his cock. His eyes don't leave yours even though he wants to commit the way your hand looks and feels against his cock but there's something in your eyes that forces him to stare at them instead. To take in the wonder and arousal so present in them that he thinks they might be the most important part of everything. If Sandy notices his preoccupation with your eyes she doesn't comment on it and instead busies herself with touching you in all the spots that have your toes curling just so against the carpet.



"Milk. Ya oughta go first. Stretch her some more so she can take it," Elvis pauses and shares a look with Sandy. "Don't have to, darlin' but ya wanna watch him sink into her? Watch her take 'im?"



Sandy allows herself a moment to think, gulping as she does before she shakes her head. "I'm okay not looking. That's— I think the three of you would enjoy that more than me." it's the first time she's expressed some hesitation with this and somehow that penetrates your brain enough that you reach out to grab your best friend's hand and squeeze. She squeezes back after a moment before looking at Jerry and nodding. "Go on, honey, show my best friend what I married."



You see a hint of a smile cross Jerry's face before he looks at you and starts to move everyone closer to a bed. There's a questioning look from everyone before he shrugs. "It'll be more comfortable? I don't want to fuck standing up." As if it's the most obvious thing in the world. It doesn't take but a moment before Jerry is lowering you onto the bed and taking his cock in his hand. It's smaller than Elvis's but not by much and you find your mouth salivating just a hair as he pumps his cock and starts to move closer and closer until the tip his brushing against your already swollen clit. Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you hear Elvis's breathing deepen and hear what sounds like several curse words leave his mouth. Every brush feels as if an electric shock is buzzing through your body from your clit and your hands move to grasp at Jerry, only to be stopped by both Sandy and Elvis. It's cruel, the way they hold your hands away from Jerry but it allows him to shush your anger and your whines. "Just watch what I'm doing."



Focus on how his cock is finally parting your folds and slipping in bit by bit. There's a slight burn but it's gone in a flash when he finally bottoms out, a groan and a grunt leaving him all at once. He doesn't move for a minute, trying to keep himself together and make sure you're alright before you finally whimper out a word. "Move."



Fuck me, you mean, but you figure he understands from the way your cunt clenches around him as you say it. You hear Sandy make a joke about Jerry being good at following directions as you start to feel Jerry's cock sliding out of you, only to have him thrust once more. Your eyes try to focus on the vision of him sliding in and out of you only to have them drift up to his face, watching as it contorts with each thrust.



"Christ, EP, this— she's— what is she doing with— Keep doing that and I'm gonna—" He starts before his eyes flit between the three of you and he starts to pull out only to have you try and move your legs to stop him. "I can't cum inside—"



Elvis stops him with a growl even as he's pumping his own cock, his thumb running across his slit and playing with his foreskin. "She needs to be drippin'. Jus' this once, Jer. We'll figure it out if anythin' happens."



A quick nod from both you and Sandy puts Jerry at ease and has him sinking into your tight heat once more. Sandy's hand moves in between your bodies and rubs at your clit when Jerry's cock doesn't brush against it. You feel your orgasm starting to creep up on you, the second one in less than an hour and you want to cry in a mix of anguish and pleasure and it seems as if it's written all of your face. Words fail you and yet they don't fail the other three even as they pant around your body, and Sandy plays with her own cunt, almost a little lazily. They can't help but tell you a simple phrase that sounds like a demand.



"Let yourself go." Three little words have you arching against Jerry, hips chasing after his cock and cunt clenching around him as you feel him twitch and feel his thrusts slow down as a warmth fills you. His hands move to grip your hip, wide and unyielding as he guides you back down onto the bed and slowly pulls out, ignoring the groan of displeasure at the loss of his cock. His eyes watch his handiwork, marveling at how his cum drips out of you and how your chest heaves from the effort you've already expended. Sandy moves to pull him in for a kiss and your hand, shaky as it is moves to curl your fingers in her cunt and play with her clit a little, determined to allow her that little extra bit of fun.



As Jerry watches you see out of the corner of your eye his cock rising back to attention only for him to slip it back inside you, the pleasurable shocks starting to be almost painful before you glance at Elvis's cock. He shoots you a grin as he maneuvers you partially into Jerry's lap. Any other time and he'd make sure you were facing him but tonight he'll allow you to look at Jerry when you come for a third time. His fingers move to play with your clit, apologizing to Sandy who had moved her fingers to try and continue her own onslaught against you. The familiar calluses have a calming effect on you, allowing your body to relax around Jerry and Elvis watches as your cunt flutters around Jerry's cock for a moment before lining himself up and pushing just the tip in. All four of you let out a groan at nearly the same time, the pressure of just Elvis's tip threatening to rip you apart even if you know it's not. The adjustment takes a minute or two of no movement before he inches in bit by bit, stopping to feel you cunt clench and stopping to watch Jerry play with Sandy's cunt and your chest. When he's finally seated fully inside, he allows you to find a comfortable position between him and Jerry.



"Wanna bounce." You say, trying to say you want to bounce on their cocks, as illogical as that is. You just want the experience of it, want to prove you can do it and Jerry kisses your lips hungrily as he kneads your chest and watches Elvis suck a love bite or five onto your neck. His hands grip your hip and without much warning he moves you in the way you would if you were to bounce on their separate cocks. Elvis lets out a punched out moan and bites at your shoulder.



"Goddammit Milk, got her grippin' me tighter than she ever did. Gonna fuckin' burst in a damn minute." Elvis grunts, as he thrusts into you. His voice lowers and you hear dirty words and phrases that are for only the two of you and you find yourself burrowing your face against Jerry's shoulder in embarrassment. You can hear the squishing and squelching of your cum and Jerry's cum and everyone's precum with every thrust and you whine, wanting more and less all at once. That knot in your stomach, that spring of arousal tightens more and more with every passing thrust and every whispered word of praise and every breathy sigh you hear your best friend make.



"Doin' so good." Elvis whispers against your ear, relishing in the way you shiver. "Gonna cum a third time 'fore we fill ya completely up? Clench 'round us and milk us dry? Know ya can do it, darlin'."



"I can. Wanna do it. I can do it." You pant, words starting to slur and feeling more like gibberish as you go on repeating yourself. "Gonna feel you two for days. Love you so much."



You meaning everyone in the room, but you don't dare say the words, instead allowing that spring to snap as you hear Jerry whisper, "good girl." You come with a scream wrenched from the depths of your soul, that you swear starts a cascade of everyone cumming after you do, with Elvis being the last one to release inside you with grunts of praise and love confessions. Both you and Jerry fall on top of Elvis and Sandy flops next to the three of you as you all try to catch your breath. Your hand moves to play with Jerry's chest hair and Elvis's as Sandy strokes your hair.



After what feels like a lifetime Jerry starts to pull out of you ever so slowly, earning a low hiss from you and Elvis as your cunt is now bereft of his cock filling you. He flops next to Sandy and pulls her in for a kiss filled with love and what you think might be gratitude before setting his head on her chest. Your own head settles onto Elvis's chest, taking in the quiet thump thump thump of his heart that overwhelms your senses so completely that you nearly miss his words.



"You're stayin' here tonight. Might— might need 'nother round. Gotta make sure we're all leavin' happy tonight. 'sides, Milk, think she was droolin' for ya cock, or Sandy's beaver. You both good?"



You wait for one of them to say no and instead you get an answer that has you grinning against Elvis's chest. "Anything for her."

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[vintagepresley]

Sweet Cherry

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader x Jerry Schiling

Word Count: 5,460 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Threesome, virgin reader, dirty talking, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), rough deep throating, rough fucking, just a lot of roughing the reader up, tons of spitting, use of the word ‘slut’, slight dumbification, some slapping, anal sex (male receiving), elvis and jerry taking turns with reader, mention of blood. Just pure filth. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Jerry x Elvis x reader was a requested fic that I got a bit carried away with so I made this one extra special. This is honestly pure fucking filth with no kind of plot really. Jerry and Elvis fight over the reader and Elvis suggests a threesome just to satisfy his need for you and his low-key sexual attraction to Jerry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! POSSIBLE SPELLING ERRORS.

You had been introduced to Elvis and his group of friends by a mutual friend of yours who was trying to set you up with Elvis. He was absolutely handsome even more so in person and you would've been all for it had you not laid eyes on Jerry, one of his closest friends. You thought Jerry was quite handsome and had a muscular build to him that you found even more attractive. He also had noticed you as well and he knew you were for Elvis and that he never liked for anyone to make a move on his women, but he couldn't help himself. You were tore between the two of them but you knew with Elvis and his history with women that you'd be a passing fling with him. But with Jerry you could have something lasting. When Jerry thought Elvis wasn't looking he walked over to you chatting you up a bit and you couldn't help but blush and giggle at his every word. Elvis became furious by this but keeping his temper at bay because there was tons of people around. But once everyone had left he never got his chance to yell at Jerry because the two of you had snuck off at some point of the little party. You ultimately chose Jerry.

Elvis took this as a betrayal from Jerry especially because Elvis really had a thing for you and wanted to get to know you. There was a strain between the two men after they had a heated discussion. It became so evident to everyone that hung around them especially you. The tension between them was so thick it was almost sexual. You knew that they had an extremely close friendship just from the way Jerry spoke about him. Sometimes you felt like maybe at one point they thought about being more than just friends because of how they acted with one another especially now. But Jerry tried to not let it get to him. He knew Elvis would find another woman to obsess over and he would have forgotten this whole situation. But Elvis wasn't going to let this go and unfortunately you got in the middle of their little issue. Whenever you were around them and Jerry would leave the room, Elvis would whisper the most inappropriate things to you or if you were in his way he'd grab your hips and move you. "Scuse me, baby." he'd whisper to you as his hands lingered longer than they should. Sometimes he'd even brush up against your ass and you could feel him hard against you. You never spoke a word of this to Jerry because a small part of you got turned on by it. Even though you chose Jerry didn't mean you didn't feel some sort of attraction toward Elvis.

This would happen often and Elvis would walk away with a shit eating grin on his face and thinking Jerry had no idea. But he did.. and he was pissed that when you all three of you were alone and you had gone inside to watch tv in the living room, Jerry confronted him. "What's your problem, man??" Jerry said. Elvis raised an eyebrow at him, acting as if he hadn't a clue of what he was talking about. "I don't have a problem, Jer.." he said with a smirk. "You think I don't see ya all over my girl!?" Jerry shouts. "Your girl!? She was mine before you stepped in and took her from me!" Elvis shouted back. "She was never yours! She chose me.. Get over it and stop touching her!" Jerry growled. "Or what!? Ya ever notice how she doesn't stop me? Hm? That's cause she likes it." he said with an asshole smirk on his face. Jerry's right hand was in a tight fist ready to swing on him. Elvis laughed softly. "Settle down, Jerry.. I've got idea that'll solve our problems.." he says with a grin. "What are you talkin' about?" Jerry asked still fuming. "Just listen.. I was thinkin' why don't the three of us engage in a threesome.. Then and only then.. I promise to back off-" before he could even finish what he was saying Jerry interrupted him. "What!? Are you nuts?! I haven't even fucked her yet!" he yelled.

"It's not the craziest idea I've had. Oh well, now that changes things.. I mean, think about it.. I get what I want and you get to fuck her for the first time and get what you want. Maybe.. Y'know the two of us get what we want.." he says under his breath as he looked around for a moment before placing a hand onto Jerry's waist pulling him toward him. "Don't tell me ya haven't thought about it.." he whispered. Jerry looked around frantically and his face turned completely red. "You're nuts.." he whispered. "But you're not sayin' no.." Elvis hummed. Jerry pulled back from him. "Fine.. But how will we tell her?" Jerry asked. "Who says we gotta tell her? Trust me.. She'll want it." he smirked. Jerry shook his head as the two of them made their way back inside and finding you in the living room and you smiled over at them and something seemed different about them. But you couldn't put your finger on it and you watched as they both sat on either side of you and very close. It was unusual for Elvis to do this especially in front of Jerry and you raised an eyebrow at him and looking over at Jerry who didn't seem to have a problem. So you didn't say a word.

All three of you sat there in silence and you felt Jerry place a hand on your left thigh and you smiled at him until you felt Elvis' fingers caressing the side of your right thigh. You looked down and then up at Elvis who was smirking and then you looked over at Jerry wondering if he was going to say something, but he pretended as if he didn't see it happening. You furrowed your brow a bit as your hands rested nervously in your lap and you continued to watch Elvis' wandering hand as Jerry squeezed at your left thigh. Elvis moved his hand over your thigh until it was in between them and he carefully tugged your skirt up just a smidge and now you were staring at Jerry waiting for him to say something as Elvis felt you up, but he still didn't say word and now you let out a soft gasp when you felt Elvis' hand brush right up against your panties. "Jerry!!!" you shouted angrily as you hit him on the shoulder. Elvis gripped your thigh in his hand and you could feel his breath against your face as he whispered, "Calm down, baby." with a smirk on his lips. "He doesn't mind, do ya?" he said looking over at Jerry. "I don't mind." Jerry said softly. You glanced at the both of them as they forced your skirt up revealing your white lace panties and Elvis smirked to himself as you let out a soft gasp.

Jerry moved his hand further up your thighs and he pressed two fingers up against your pussy and he could feel how wet your panties were already.. "Hm, you don't seem to mind either.. You're practically soaked, baby." he said with smirk looking over at Elvis. "I told ya.." Elvis hummed. You felt your face becoming red as Elvis spread your legs open and lifted one of your legs onto his lap and Jerry did the same with your other leg until you were spread wide open for them. You whimpered softly, trying to squirm from their grip as you watched Elvis bring his hand down to your panties and he rubbed firmly with three fingers against you causing you to jolt at the feeling as they held you still as he continued rubbing your pussy only causing you to moan softly and soak through your panties. "Goddamn.. You're a filthy little slut.." Elvis hummed as he moved your panties to the side, getting a good look at your dripping cunt, he licked over his lips as he glanced over at Jerry. "Get a look at that pretty little pussy.." Elvis said with a grin. You whined softly wanting to close your legs but they both had a tight grip on them and you watched as they marveled at your pussy, you hated how turned on it made you.

"Shit.. She's gonna make a mess on your couch." Jerry said with a chuckle before he slapped his hand against your sensitive pussy causing you to squeal and squirm. "Fucking slut.." he barked as he grabbed your face in his other hand and crashed his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss and then he pulled away pushing your face toward Elvis who grabbed your face in a tight grip and he spit into your mouth before he devoured your lips in a deep kiss and you let out a soft moan against his lips as Jerry began to unbutton your top as he kissed your neck. He yanked at your delicate blouse and popping the buttons off as he tore it open revealing your bare breasts and he groped them in his hands before he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth and he sucked on it. Elvis buried his fingers between your wet velvety folds, running them along your clit. "You a virgin, baby?" he asked lowly. You hesitated to answer and you just nodded slowly. He smirked widely before crashing his lips to yours again. Your moans growing louder against his mouth as you gave into them.

Elvis slapped his hand against your soaking cunt and he pulled back from your kiss. "We're gonna fuckin' ruin this sweet cherry.." he mumbled. You whimpered cutely, chewing on your bottom lip from the sound of his words and you gasped softly feeling Jerry bite at your breasts. "Get up ya fuckin' slut." he demanded. They both let you go and you swallowed harshly as you slowly got up from the couch your knees feeling weak as you stood there in front of them with your shirt tore and your skirt up. You watched as they both stood up and you could see their hard ons through their pants and Jerry made his way over to you removing your blouse and tossing it on the floor and Elvis unzipped your skirt and tugged it down along with your ruined panties until you were completely naked in front of them. "Goddamn.. She's beautiful.." Elvis hummed. "She sure is.." Jerry chuckled. You felt yourself growing shy as they stared at you and their eyes wandered over every inch your body, making comments to each other.

"Get on your knees, baby." Jerry mumbled. You chewed at the inside of your cheek nervously as you nodded your head and slowly sank down to your knees, the carpet rubbing up against your knees. You stared up at both men with your innocent doe eyes and watching as they both unbuckled their belts and soon removed their pants and tossing them to the side along with their shirts. Your eyes widen at the sight of how big their cocks were and you gulped nervously as your hands gripped onto your thighs. "Has she sucked your dick yet, Jerry?" Elvis asked with a smirk. Jerry shook his head with a grin. "Not yet.." he uttered. "Mm.. Well, she's your girl.. You get to break her in first." he grinned. "Open your mouth, baby." Elvis mumbled. You slowly opened your mouth and Elvis gripped your face as he spit right into your mouth and then he turned you toward Jerry who gathered enough saliva in his mouth to spit right into yours and then they both spit into your mouth together causing some of it to drip from your mouth and onto your breasts and when you went to close your mouth, Jerry gave your cheek a gentle slap. "Uh uh.. Keep it open.." Jerry growled, prompting you to keep your mouth wide open for them. "I think she's good and ready for ya." Elvis said softly as he combed his fingers through your hair.

Jerry smirked as he stood in front of you and Elvis stood behind you and he grabbed a hold of your head keeping it still for him as Jerry slowly guided his cock into your mouth and he hit the back of your throat immediately which caused you to gag quietly and you reached up to place your hands on his thighs. Elvis held your head up. "Keep your fuckin' eyes on him while he fucks that tight throat." Elvis growled. Jerry took it easy on you at first slowly sliding his cock in and out of your mouth causing soft noises to escape your mouth and he would hit the back of your throat causing soft gags to leave you as he groaned softly. But his gentleness was soon gone as he smirked down at you and gave your face a few gentle slaps and you squeaked softly. "Ready to take this cock down your throat, hm?" he hummed. You nodded with your mouth still wide open and Elvis having a firm grip on your head and getting even more turned on by the sight of you and Jerry's cock. Elvis held you still as Jerry guided his cock back inside of your mouth and Elvis was rubbing his hand around your throat. "Just relax.." he uttered softly as he pushed your face forward and the both of them forcing you to take Jerry's cock down your throat until you made his entire length disappear and his balls hit against your chin. Jerry's hips squirmed as he groaned loudly. "Goddamn.." he grunted.

"Fuck me.. Look at her take that dick down her throat. Good fuckin' girl.." Elvis hummed. Your nails dug into Jerry's thighs as you gagged and choked that each noise sounded pornographic and saliva pooled out of the sides of your mouth and dripping down in globs, as you squealed around his cock and tears streamed down your cheeks. Jerry tilted his head back as he groaned louder and his eyes rolled back. Elvis yanked your head back to let you up for air and Jerry's cock popped out of your mouth with strings of saliva falling down your chin and onto your breasts. You gasped loudly as you tried to suck in as much air as possible and the two of them chuckled softly. "Good girl. You ready to take Elvis down your throat?" Jerry muttered as he leaned down to kiss your saliva covered lips and you nodded slowly as you turned around to face him and he smirked widely at the sight of you and his cock aching to be down your throat. You felt Jerry grab your head and hold it still for Elvis and he leaned down toward you. "Open that pretty mouth of yours, baby." He whispered into your ear and you listened obediently and opened your mouth for Elvis. Jerry grinned as he stood up straight again. "Ready, baby?" Elvis hummed. You nodded slowly.

You placed your hands onto his thighs already grasping them tight as you prepared yourself. Elvis guided his cock into your warm and wet mouth and he was already groaning. You tried your best to relax your throat as you felt Jerry pushing your head forward and forcing you to take every inch of Elvis' cock down your throat and he groaned out loudly. "F-Fuck..." he mumbled under his breath as you made his cock disappear and he slowly thrusted himself down your throat as he held onto your shoulders and your nails dug into his thighs as the pornographic noises left your mouth and drool poured even more from your mouth this time and your eyes were red with tears and your mascara a mess as it ran down your cheeks. You tried to pull back but they would let you yet and you watched as Elvis tilted his head back trying to choke back a moan and then Jerry yanked your head back to let you breath and Elvis' cock popped out of your mouth and you gasped and coughed loudly as saliva dripped all over you. "Goddamn girl.." Elvis groaned with a smirk. You breathed heavily as you watched the two of them grinning with delight at what they just did and squeezed your thighs tight together because you could feel your slick pooling out of you from how turned on you were from being used by them that your inner thighs felt wet.

Elvis smirked at Jerry and the two of them did something you weren't too surprised about but also wasn't expecting. Elvis had pulled Jerry toward him and kissed him deeply and two men embraced for a moment as they kissed sloppily and Elvis reached down to grab your hand and placing on his cock and then placing your other hand on Jerry's. He pulled back from their kiss for a moment. "We're not finished with you.." he mumbled softly before kissing Jerry again and the two of them groaned softly into each other's mouths. You began to stroke both of their saliva covered cocks in your hands as you were sandwiched in between them. You stared up at them becoming more turned on than you already were by the sight of them until they eventually pulled away and Elvis grabbed a hold of you and stood you back up on your feet. You squealed from how rough he was being and he pushed you over to the couch and sat you down and pushed you back against the couch and he and Jerry kneeled down in front of you. Elvis was on your right and Jerry on the left as they grabbed a hold of your legs and spread them a part as they bent them slightly and pushed them back so they were nearly by your head as you laid completely and embarrassingly exposed to them and they made you hold your legs up.

Elvis eyes widen at the beautiful sight of your dripping wet cunt. "Goddamn, baby.. You've made a mess on yaself already." he and Jerry chuckled. "She really is a filthy slut." Jerry muttered as his fingers played in your slick that coated your inner thighs. "Mm.. We're gonna get this pussy to open up nicely.." Elvis grinned. You whined softly and feeling your cheeks rosy and burning because of how shy you felt. You took a deep breath the moment you felt Elvis' fingers circling around your sensitive clit and you whimpered loudly as he played with the swollen bud and then you felt your breath hitch as you choked back a moan the moment you felt two of Jerry's fingers circling around your tight virgin hole. "Sit still for us, mama.." Elvis mewled. You let out the most embarrassingly loud moan when Elvis wrapped his mouth around your clit and his tongue firmly pressed against it as he lapped up your sweet arousal as he began to suck on your clit. You dug your nails into your thighs as you tried to keep your legs held back as the two of them played with your pussy. Jerry shoved his fingers into your pussy not even giving you a chance to get use to the size of them and you yelped softly. "FUCK." he growled when he felt how tight you were around his two fingers and the way your pussy clenched and throbbed around him.

Elvis groaned softly against your clit as he sucked faster, flicking the sensitive bud between his tongue and slurping up as much of your slick as he could as his face was buried in your pussy. You shut your eyes tight as your head rested firmly against the cushion of the couch and you cried out softly as your moans grew more intense and loud between each whimper. Jerry shoved his fingers inside of you until they completely disappeared and he pumped them slowly, watching with delight as you soaked his fingers and he could feel your warm cunt opening up and adjusting to the size of his fingers. He smirked to himself and decided to add a third finger inside of you and you jolted at the feeling as he shoved his fingers in deep and began to fuck you faster with them. He leaned down to lick up the pooling mess you were making on yourself, getting a bit of Elvis' saliva in his mouth that dripped down your pussy as he sucked your clit.

Elvis pulled back with a wide smirk and his face a mess with your slick and he glanced down to see Jerry fucking you deep with his fingers. "Mm.. Lemme see open you got our sweet cherry.." he said with a grin. Jerry slowly pulled his dripping wet fingers out of you and you whimpered at the feeling. Elvis licked over his lips seeing your tight hole opened enough for them to try to fuck you. "God this pussy is fuckin' perfect.." Elvis said softly. "She taste even better.." Jerry chuckled as he licked some of your slick of his fingers and then he stuck those fingers in Elvis' mouth and he sucked you off Jerry's fingers slowly a soft "Mm" escaping his lips before he plopped the mans fingers out of his mouth. "Taste so fuckin' good.." he mumbled. You wanted to get up from your uncomfortable position but Elvis shook his head. "Stay just like that, sugar.." he said softly. You let out a small huff as you watched them stand back up. "You first, Jerry." Elvis said with a grin as he patted the mans shoulder causing a smirk to form on Jerry's lips as he grabbed your hips and tugged you forward. The way you were positioned with your legs forced back it gave them easier access to the one thing they wanted.

You took slow deep breaths as you prepared yourself knowing that they weren't going to take it easy on you, Elvis especially. You never imagined your first time being like this at all. But every part of your body loved it and was ready to submit to them however they liked. "You ready for him to take that sweet cherry of yours, baby?" Elvis said with a grin as he brush a hand through your messy hair. You stared up at him nodding your head. He chuckled softly, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it slowly as he watched Jerry slowly guide the head of his cock inside of you and you winced softly in pain feeling him pushing his way inside of you and your toes curled and you whimpered softly that they sounded almost like cries from the pain and each time he inched himself inside of you it only forced your pussy to open up for him. "J-Jerry.. It hurts.." you whimpered, but he ignored you. Elvis stroked his cock at the beautiful sight of you taking Jerry who was groaning softly. "So goddamn tight.." he mumbled. Elvis continued to pet your hair with his other hand. "Shh.. It won't hurt for long, baby.." he whispered as he tried to comfort you through the pain. Jerry's hands gripped tight around your hips as he slammed the rest of his cock deep inside of you and you let out a loud cry as you trembled beneath him.

"Good girl.. Look at ya taking that big dick inside of ya." Elvis hummed as he saw a small amount of blood seeping out of you. Elvis caressed his hand against your cheek. "Hot damn, baby, he broke that cherry of yours.." he grinned. You leaned into Elvis' touch as you whimpered softly feeling Jerry's cock throbbing inside of you. He started thrusting his hips at a steady pace as you adjusted to his size and your pain induced whimpers turned into soft moans and your mouth in form of an O shape as you moaned his name softly. Elvis captured his bottom lip between his teeth as he pumped his cock faster in his hand, groaning along with Jerry as he watched him fuck you. Jerry began to slam his hips against you faster and harder as he forced you to take every inch of him and he fucked you right into the couch and your whole body trembled with pleasure. "Goddamn. Let me get a turn!" Elvis barked. Jerry didn't want to pull out but he could see Elvis was itching to get his turn with you and he groaned loudly as he pulled out. "Fuck." Jerry uttered softly and they switched places and Elvis grabbed you by your waist and lifted you slightly from the couch as your legs dangled as you tried to stay in your position.

Jerry wrapped his hand around his aching, dripping cock and stroked himself quickly as he licked his lips watching as Elvis slammed his cock inside of you with ease. You cried out his name softly feeling his entire cock slam deep inside of you and he held you still as he fucked you hard, slamming his hips right up against you as his balls slapped against your ass and his cock hit right up against your cervix. "Fuck baby.. This pussy feels so damn good.." he grunted loudly. You squirmed, whimpered and moaned loudly and your body felt so weak, but the two of them continued to take turns with you and using you for their pleasure and causing you to cum twice already from the way they pounded your pussy. You enjoyed every single moment of it. Soon Elvis was finally lifting you up from the couch and your body hurt from the position they forced you to stay in and your legs felt numb and weak as he made you stand on your feet. Elvis cupped your face in his hands with a tight grip and he kissed you deeply. "Fuckin' good little slut.. Lettin' us break ya in.." he growled as he passed you over to Jerry who pulled you against him and kissed you sloppily as he reached around to give your ass a slap and you squealed against your lips.

"Almost done, baby.." Elvis grinned as he grabbed you forced you back onto the couch. But now you were in a whole new position he forced you onto your knees and had you down on all fours and he arched your back so that your ass was in the air. He made you wait there like that as he grabbed Jerry and the two men kissed, slipping their arms around one another and you tilted your head back to watch the two of them. "You gonna let me fuck ya while you fuck your girl, Jerry?" Elvis mumbled on his lips as he reached down to spank his ass. Jerry let out a soft noise as he nodded with a smirk. "Mhm.." he hummed. You giggled softly at the sight of them before they pulled away from each other and Jerry took his place behind you on the couch and he spanked your ass a few times and each slap harder than the last and you let out soft squeals. "Ow!" you pouted and he chuckled softly as he squeezed your ass cheeks in his hands as he parted them and seeing your dripping cunt still ready for more cock. You peered behind you and watched as Elvis got behind Jerry, running his hands along his ass slowly.

Jerry leaned over you as he shoved his cock back inside of you and you trembled and squealed with delight as a moan left your lips. Jerry had himself bent over enough for Elvis to get his cock inside of him when he was ready. Elvis licked over his lips with a smirk as he stared at Jerry's tight pink rim and he ran his fingers along it, causing a shiver to run down Jerry's spine as he continued to fuck you at a steady pace. Elvis grinned and brought his hand up to his mouth spitting into it a few times and then stroking his cock to get it nice and wet so he was able to slip inside his friend. He luckily still had your slick glistening on his cock to help, he grabbed his cock and he teased Jerry's rim with the head of his cock and two men groaned loudly as Elvis slowly, very slowly, inch by inch guided his cock into Jerry's ass. Jerry's whole body trembled by this new pleasure he never felt before as he felt Elvis' pulsing cock inside of him and stretching him out. Which forced him to slam inside of you hard once Elvis bottomed out inside of him, prompted loud grunts and groans to escape them both. "Fuck.. So damn tight.. I love it.." Elvis mumbled under his breath. "Oh god.. Elvis.." Jerry hummed.

Now Jerry was thrusting into you as Elvis thrusted into him and the three of you moaning together as your sweaty and hot bodies slammed against one another. "Goddamn, Jerry.. You feel so good 'round my cock.." he moaned out, slamming harder into him and stretching him open as Jerry plowed into you. All three of you so completely overstimulated, tired, hot, sweaty and in complete bliss. So it was no surprise that the three of you were nearing your orgasm, especially you because your body was already worn out and tired from your two orgasms already that the third one was approaching quick and you could feel Jerry's hips stirring against you and his body shaking and his breath heavy and almost inaudible as Elvis pushed him even further toward his pleasure. Elvis was so close and had been the entire night but the way Jerry clenched around him was about to push him deep into his orgasm. The noises the three of you made were practically pornographic and louder than ever. "F-F-Fuck.. gonna cum... a-again.." you squealed. "Go 'head, baby.. So am I.." Elvis grunted. "M-Me too.." Jerry groaned. You cried out as your body shook and you made a big mess on Elvis' couch for the third time tonight and on Jerry's cock, whimpering softly as your body was ready to collapse the moment you finished, but Jerry wasn't done yet.

Elvis' hips bucked against Jerry as his body convulsed and he quickly pulled out of Jerry as his orgasm had hit and he climbed off the couch and quickly walked over to you, stroking his cock hard and faster as he whimpered softly and his eyes shut as he panted as he aimed his cock at your face and suddenly ropes of his warm cum coated your face white as it dripped down onto the couch and you had opened your mouth to catch some of it as he emptied his balls on your face and in your mouth but also getting some in your hair. He let out a relieved sigh. "Damn.." he mumbled as he watched Jerry now finally reach his orgasm and he quickly pulled out of you and forced you to turn around and he emptied his balls onto your pussy and your stomach and he grunted lowly as he finished and he collapsed back against the couch tiredly. Elvis plopped down in front of him and Jerry slipped his arms around his torso as you laid there covered in their cum and trying to catch your breath as the room felt like it was spinning. Elvis and Jerry chuckled softly at the messy sight of you. "C'mere, honey." Elvis smiled.

You tiredly got up as your body ached all over and you settled yourself between Elvis' legs and he slipped his arms around you as you leaned into him, resting against his chest and now you felt Jerry's arms extend toward you as they both held you. Jerry rested his chin against Elvis' shoulder as he gave him a kiss on the cheek. You tilted your head up to look at the two of them, smiling. "I knew the two of you had some unspoken sexual tension." You giggled softly. "Hush.." Jerry laughed. Elvis smirked at your words. "Seeing him with you made me even more jealous than usual because I wanted you both.." Elvis laughed. "Well you got us.." you beamed giving both of their hands kisses. "It was hot as fuck.. Damn.. I know what I promised.. But we've gotta do this again, Jerry." Elvis chuckled.

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𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲/ 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝑠𝑦𝑚𝑏𝑜𝑙 𝑘𝑒𝑦: 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 ✺ 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 ✿ 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡 ☁ 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 ☼

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- 𝗃𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 ☼✺

- 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ☁

- 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 ☼✺

- 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 ☼☁✺

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- “𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌” 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝖾 ☼✺

- 𝗂'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 ✿

- 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 (𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼) ✺✿☁☼

- 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 ☼✺

- 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ☼✺

- 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈!𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗌 ☼☁✺

- 𝟣𝟢,𝟢𝟢𝟢 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌 ☼✺

- 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 II ✿

- 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 ☁

- 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾 ����𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 ☼✺

- 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗒𝗌 ✿

- 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇: part one | part two ✿☼✺

𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗒

- 𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 ☁

- 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☁

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- the 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽 ☁

- 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 ☼✺

𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋

- “𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌” 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

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[starboybutler]

Cotton Candy Land (Ch.1)

summary: on top of elvis’s already-packed performance schedule, he had been receiving all kinds of violent threats. it had started when they were out of town, in houston, but they seemed to follow him. the first threat had been harmless enough– a shoddy note with chicken-scratch writing that said “i am going to kill you”, but now they were becoming physical– and taking a toll on elvis.

word count: 3496

warnings: age regression, crying, death threats, panic attacks, tantrums

notes: hi! this is my third attempt at a multi-chapter fic, and i hope that it goes well! elvis's age regression has always been a fascinating topic to me, so i wanted to write a fanfiction based on it and how it affected him. i'm including jerry and steve because i like them. we may get smut in the future, as well as some fluff/crushes, but who knows! i'm just really excited to get this first chapter up. shoutout to bee (dontbeecruel) for beta reading!

enjoy!

dim moonlight shone through the thin, white curtains of the work suite, illuminating the room in a pale aura. a heavy, dense silence hung in the air as binder and schilling stood on opposite sides of their paperwork-littered desk, their expressions exasperated.

tonight had been stressful.

on top of elvis’s already-packed performance schedule, he had been receiving all kinds of violent threats. it had started when they were out of town, in houston, but they seemed to follow him. the first threat had been harmless enough– a shoddy note with chicken-scratch writing that said “i am going to kill you”, but now they were becoming physical– and taking a toll on elvis.

in the middle of his performance tonight, two men from the front row hopped up onstage and rushed towards elvis, and things went south. colonel rushed from his seat in the crowd, while jerry, red, and elvis attempted to draw their guns.

the men were quickly subdued, and elvis was dragged off the stage, yelling and screaming that he would kill whoever just charged him. he was furious. the colonel met up with him backstage, and it was suggested to him that the show be stopped due to safety concerns– but elvis insisted he continue. he refused to be pushed off of the stage.

binder pressed his fingers under his aviators, rubbed at the bridge of his nose, and squeezed his eyes shut. he was developing quite the migraine trying to figure out how to deal with all of this. he thought he had security all under control– but knowing the colonel, he had probably done something dumb behind his back to compromise that.

schilling was just as stressed. serving as elvis’s bodyguard, close friend, and public relations– he had a whole myriad of issues to worry about– but the most daunting was the press. he knew those newspaper writers would be on him as soon as they could, asking for any behind the scenes details of the attacks. then there was the problem of elvis’s mental state. even though he insisted he was fine, both binder and schilling knew that the man was growing more and more paranoid with each passing hour. he had barely slept since the first threat. there’s no way he would just shake off this much more jarring one.

“we should…” jerry started, hesitantly. “we should find ep. talk to him. check up on him.”

binder let his sunglasses fall back into place on the bridge of his nose, sighing as he ran a hand through his brunette locks. “will he even let us in his room?” he asks, affixing his wary eyes on schilling. “he's been pretty shaken up lately. he’s not letting anyone in. not even vernon.”

“i know.” jerry sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “i mean, he might let me in, but…”

“over his own father?”

“hey man, vernon and e have a bit of a… rocky relationship.” jerry says, shrugging. “i’m just saying, i might have better chances to be let in.”

binder fell silent, pursing his lips in thought. “it's worth a shot,” he admits, before sighing. “christ– we should really get to all this paperwork though.”

“later.” schilling mutters. “i’m worried about elvis.”

binder gave a curt nod, and followed after the taller man as he stepped out from their workspace. truth be told, he was worried about elvis too– terribly worried– but he just didn't need another earful from the colonel about his ‘hippie work ethic’, and how he was always falling behind on important matters.

sometimes it was maddening how much the colonel was on him. he wanted to walk away at times, but he reminded himself that he took this job for elvis. the colonel was annoying to deal with, of course, but binder needed to stick around to make elvis's job a little more bearable. binder always fought that old toad tooth and nail for ep to have more creative freedoms, but the colonel just had this aura to him. it's like he knew how to twist your words and thoughts just perfectly enough to make you reword yourself until you agreed with him. most of the time, steve opted for pointedly ignoring the man, but sometimes he couldn't help but snap back at him.

jerry was much more skilled at dealing with the colonel. mainly because– for some odd reason– he got along with him. schilling was just that type of guy. he got along with everyone, no matter how unlikeable the other person seemed. maybe it was his good looks, or his southern charm– but whatever it was, the colonel took a liking to him. jerry didn't necessarily see parker as a friend, but he didn't see him as an enemy either. when binder asked about it, schilling said that him and the colonel were a “strictly business” arrangement, and that they just happened to agree in those terms.

hell, maybe jerry should take his job. they’d be a lot more productive without parker poking his nose into everything binder did, and then purposely doing something to render his plans useless.

the two men stepped into the elevator, pressing the button that would take them directly up to elvis’s private room. it wasn't that far of a ride, as the work suite was in pretty close quarters with elvis– in case he needed to speak to binder or schilling about anything. it felt like forever, though– thanks to the tense situation at hand. usually when they visited elvis, it was under a much more light-hearted guise– like for a game of cards, or to see if they could sneak out on the town without getting recognized.

but nothing like this had ever occurred before. who knows how elvis would be feeling? he was so hard to predict sometimes– you’d think he'd be feeling one way after a certain event, only to find him feeling the complete and exact opposite.

the elevator halted, the doors slowly opened and let them onto their desired floor. it was quiet– almost eerily so– as they approached the large, intricately decorated double doors, steeling themselves with a deep breath.

schilling knocked tentatively, holding his breath as he waited for a response.

nothing.

he didn't seem phased. he just knocked again, a bit firmer this time, and spoke loudly enough so whoever was inside could hear.

“ep? it's…it’s jerry ‘n steve,” he said softly, biting his lip. “we uh– wanted to check on ya.”

silence.

binder was starting to get worried at this point– and it's obvious that schilling was as well. the way his brows furrowed together tightly told steve everything he needed to know.

“try the doorknob.” binder said, nodding towards one of the shiny, golden knobs. schilling hummed and tentatively gripped one of them, attempting to turn it and stiffening when it obliged, allowing one of the large doors to open.

steve swallowed heavily. elvis’s doors were almost never unlocked.

he looked over to see jerry borderline panicking. his eyes were wide, and he seemed to be frozen on the spot as he stared into the darkness of the room before him. binder placed a hand on his shoulder lowering his voice a fraction.

“hey– don't panic,” he muttered, giving the younger man’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “we haven't gone in yet. don't assume the worst.”

“okay.” schilling gulped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to steel himself. “okay. yeah.”

they walked into the room slowly. it was cold and dark– almost pitch black, save for a small bit of moonlight peeking through a crack in the curtains. steve stumbled over his feet a few times, but jerry seemed to know the room like the back of his hand. he swiftly made his way over to the right-hand side of the room, calling out anxiously.

“elvis? it's us, man!”

there was still no response, but binder became aware of a soft, barely-present noise coming from the bed tucked away in the corner. he strained to listen out, trying to figure out what the source of the noise was, only to get thrown off by schilling yelling out again, panicked.

“elvis–!”

“shh!” binder hushed, making jerry's head whip around to face him, half-curious, half-pissed. before he could snap at steve for shushing him in a moment of panic, he seemingly heard the noise as well.

steve held a hand out, blindly feeling for the edge of the mattress. he sat himself down, leaning forward until the noise grew into a more distinctive sound.

someone was crying.

“elvis…?” steve murmured, blinking in attempt to adjust to the dark of the room. “is that you?”

only then, he spotted a lump under the blankets of the bed, quivering and jumping with each harsh noise that left it. instinctively, steve reached out and pulled the blankets away, revealing a red-faced, trembling, crying elvis.

he was curled up into a ball, sniffling gently into the synthetic fur of a small plush bear that was clutched to his chest. his tears glittered in the faint light, illuminating his flushed cheeks– the small bit of his face that they could actually somewhat see.

he looked so small, like a little boy.

“g’way,” elvis sniffled, trying to hide his face behind the now soaked stuffed animal. “leave me ‘lone.”

no one spoke for a brief moment– just out of pure shock. out of all the possible things they could have discovered, this wasn't even a possibility for them– but here they were.

in reality, maybe they should have seen a sort of breakdown coming. the death threats weren't the only thing bothering elvis. the cancellation of his overseas tour had kickstarted this whole series of events. after that, he started his american tour, which was a whole other stressor for him– then the colonel was still so adamant about him performing at the goddamn international twice a day. in other words, elvis was at his limit– and while he had the temper of a thousand suns… he was most likely just exhausted rather than angry.

still…to see him crying, cuddled up to a plush toy was far from expected. though, now that binder pondered on it, it did make a bit of sense. elvis didn't have the easiest of childhoods– growing up dirt poor with only his momma and his love of comic books to skirt him by. maybe what they were seeing was elvis’s way of trying to relive that childhood.

jerry spoke first. it felt appropriate, seeing as he had a closer relationship with elvis. with a curious expression, he knelt down by the bed until he was eye level with the sniffling, trembling elvis.

“hey, you okay, ep?” he asks lowly, his voice gentle and laced with concern. “It’s jerry. a-and steve. we came to check on you, ‘cuz we were worried ‘bout ya after what happened on stage–”

“no!” the raven haired man cried out, harshly jerking his body so that he was facing the wall opposed to schilling. “no no no! don’ talk about that!” he cried out, his voice broken and utterly distraught at the reminder of what went down on stage. he was being absolutely petulant, the tears streaming down his face becoming fatter. jerry cursed under his breath as elvis continued his tantrum. “d-d-don’ wanna think ‘bout it! j-jus wanna go home!”

“alright, alright,” jerry muttered lowly, his expression grew more concerned as elvis went on, his grip on the stuffed bear tightened significantly as he thrashed around. steve felt absolutely helpless as he watched the other man try to calm elvis down, only for the dark haired man to thrash around more wildly in frustration.

binder felt horrible for his boss. seeing him so clearly distraught made his heart clench in a painful way. he could have done a better job to prevent this pain. maybe if he had pushed back against the colonel more– elvis wouldn't be in such a pained mindset.

spurred on by his guilt, he slowly extended a hand towards his boss, laying it on his shin gently. elvis slowed in his thrashing for a moment, thrown off by the touch. he stared at steve, who was just giving him a patient, understanding look. schilling set his jaw, taking the momentary calm as an opportunity to speak once more.

“we’re here, elvis. we just want you to be okay.” he murmured.

the man stilled, his chest heaving as the tears continued to roll down his cheeks hotly, staining the satin of his top with little wet blotches. his wailing slowly turned into sporadic whimpers, his shaky hands reaching out for either of the two men beside him for comfort. they obliged him, scooting closer to elvis and allowing him to cling onto them as tightly as he needed to. he pressed his tear-stained face into the crook of binder’s neck, making the man jolt in surprise. elvis continued sniffling, his plush bear now dangling in his grasp as he weakly sobbed into steve’s warm skin.

the men shared a look, a mix of bewilderment, relief, and slight fear. how long would elvis be like…this?

“what's the matter, elvis?” schilling asked, rubbing a large hand up and down his back. when all he got in response was a series of harsh, hiccupy breaths, jerry hushed him and pat him on the back firmly. “hey, c’mon. it's alright. no more tears, you're alright.”

“take a deep breath.” binder said softly, his voice laced with an unsure, wavering tone that he inwardly cursed at himself for. “just breathe.”

the dark-haired man took a series of deep, shaky breaths, before he lifted his head from the damp crevice of binder’s skin. his eyes were red and glassy, his face shiny with his tears. his lip was trembling– giving him the look of a lost little boy. binder felt an overwhelming urge to protect him.

“...’m sorry,” elvis muttered, his voice soft and hoarse from his earlier crying. “d-didn't mean ‘t yell.” he sniffles, his face flushed with shame as he avoided eye contact with either man. “‘m a bad boy.”

“no, no,” jerry said softly, shaking his head. “you're not bad.”

“yeah.” binder agreed softly, moving a stray piece of hair from elvis’s eyes. “you’ve had a rough day. you're allowed to be upset.”

“b-but i yelled,” he murmured. “i-i yelled at you….’n…i-i-i was bein’ mean.”

“that’s okay. we don't care about that now. we just wanna be sure that you're alright.” steve explained, watching as elvis pawed at his eyes feverishly. “are you alright?”

“mhm.” elvis answered with a pitiful little sniffle, leaning into binder once more. “i’m jus’ tired…’n scared…lonely,” he admitted, pulling the tear stained bear close to his chest. “wan’ go home.”

“i know,” schilling piped up. “we just got a little while longer, and we’ll be back at graceland, playin’ football in the yard. how's that sound?”

“wanna go home to all ‘m stuffies,” he mumbled, rocking back and forth gently. “a-all them in my room, up in ‘m closet…” elvis said softly, smiling gently to himself.

“s…stuffies?” steve asked, curious.

elvis wipes at his nose with his sleeve. “l-like this guy..!” he said, holding up the brown bear in his arms. “e-e-except at home, i-i got lions, ‘n tigers, a-and even little b-b-bunnies….”

“is that right?” schilling asked, a small smile on his lips. “do they all have names?”

“mhm,” his boss muttered, shy as he idly played with his stuffed animal's arms. “all of ‘em.”

“maybe when we get back, you can give us a little tour.” jerry mused, giving elvis a patient little smile.

elvis stared at schilling owlishly, before looking away and flushing a light pink high on his cheekbones. he pressed his face into the fur of his bear once more. “okay,”

steve felt the clenching in his heart be replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling. seeing him calm, and somewhat demure made him flood with relief– elvis truly seemed happy when he was like this.

was it odd? maybe a little. steve had never seen anything like it where he was from, but in this line of work, he learned to be open-minded. he was just glad it was him and schilling, one of elvis’s closest friends, that happened to stumble upon him in this state of mind, and not someone that might have set him off more– like the colonel, or maybe even vernon.

with a little hum, steve stood. “well, we need to get going. we got a lot of work to get to.”

elvis’s face fell. he looked disappointed. “oh. okay.”

jerry cocked his head to the side at his reaction, leaning down so that he was eye-level with him. “...what's wrong?”

elvis averted his gaze from the two men shyly, swaying back and forth lazily as he muttered softly into the soft, synthetic fur of his teddy bear.

“wan’ you to stay,”

“me?” jerry asked. “or steve?”

“both,” elvis sniffled. “don' wanna be alone.”

jerry and steve shared a curious look, before looking back at the small, frail looking elvis.

“you want us to stay with you?” steve asked, to which elvis nodded in response meekly, wiping at his eyes. his movements were growing more and more sluggish, his eyes becoming droopy and lidded as he spoke again.

“mhm. need…what if someone tries ‘t attack me ‘gain? you’ll stop ‘em, right?” he mumbled, eyes beginning to flutter shut as he slurred out his words. “you’ll protect yittle elvie..?”

steve watched as the man dozed off, the ear of his stuffie between his lips as his breath began to even out. jerry pressed a hand to his lower back, guiding him to lay down fully in the soft, plush pillows.

“i’ll protect you, bud.” schilling muttered, his expression fond as he watched the man nuzzle his nose into his stuffed animal, a small, content smile on his lips.

binder blinked up at schilling, who was already kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable in the bed beside elvis. he sat up, his eyebrows furrowed.

“are we actually gonna sleep in here with him?”

“i am.” jerry answered simply, settling on his side. “he asked me to, so i’m gonna stay. he needs me.”

“but our work–”

“christ man, if you're so worried about that you don't gotta stay!” schilling whispered, annoyed. “y’can leave if you want, but i’m staying here– where it matters.”

binder felt his face flush with shame under schilling's scornful gaze. he hadn't meant to come off like he didn’t care about elvis, but he just didn't want to have to deal with another long, boring lecture from the colonel because they were behind again. all of this stuff was kind of starting to get to him as well. all he wanted was to get his work done in peace– without hearing the colonel butcher his name and call him a hippie.

“no, i…i’m sorry,” steve muttered, fidgeting with his ascot idly. “i’ll stay. i just– ugh, i don’t wanna hear his mouth in the morning.” binder sighed, undoing the fabric around his neck.

schilling's expression softened slightly in understanding. “yeah, i hear ya. i know he never yells at me directly– but man, i hate hearin’ him yell period.” he murmured, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. steve huffed warily in amusement, before silence fell over the both of them.

“...y’shouldn’t let him talk to you like that.”

“i don't…uh, really have a choice.” steve admitted. “i’m not…the confrontational kind. i prefer to push back in a much less direct way. he just…he just keeps approaching me, though, like he knows how uncomfortable he makes me.”

“he prolly does,” jerry hummed, his voice growing tired. “wouldn't put it past ‘im.”

binder smirked crookedly. “you getting tired on me, schilling?”

“hell yeah,” he mumbled, his eyes halfway closed. “been a long day. we all need some sleep.” he yawned, finally shutting his eyes.

“fine. goodnight.” steve hummed, laying his head down. he didn't get a response– just snoring.

he laughed to himself, studying the two men in front of him. elvis was fast asleep, clutching onto that same little bear for dear life as he chewed on it's ear, mumbling incoherently in his sleep. it made binder think. he mentioned his collection of plushies at home… so how long has this been a thing?

taking elvis’s past into account, and his relationship with his mother, binder suspected that this was more that a quirk or a hobby of his. he seemed like he was genuinely a little boy. like he couldn't control his emotions. that pitiful, petulant look in his eyes, those tears rolling down his flushed cheeks, the worn stuffed bear he clutched onto like a lifeline– maybe it was a lot deeper than just another thing he did.

steve could only wonder on the specifics as he dozed off, the soft snores of the other two men lulling him into a dreamless sleep.

[idk3453]

Mafia

Chapter 8 

Angel

Hey Guys! how are you! I finally finished this chapter! y'all ain't ready for what's in store for chapter 8! We start off with your POV then we end the chapter with Elvis's POV and yes THERE IS SMUT!!!! This is my first time writing smut, so it took me a while to figure out, but don't worry, this won't be the last either ;). I want to say to those who have been sharing, commenting, or even liking my posts about my Mafia fan fic that just want to say thank you so much! you guys have no idea how much it means to me. This fanfic is my baby and I want y'all to enjoy the ride along with me. To my new followers, Welcome, and to my old followers Welcome back! If you haven't read the series not a problem! I will link them down below! But y'all I present to you Chapter 8!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

TW: Sexual content, SMUT, Violence, Death of Character, Escape, Kidnapping, Blood, Strong Language.

Synopsis: Elvis Presley, the notorious mafia leader of Memphis, Tennessee has the town on its feet. Fear, power, money, and women surround him and his Memphis mafia. But what happens when one day you stumble into his world? And he makes you fall in love with him?  

Y/N POV: 

“Run…. don't stop until your far away from Elvis…” 

Those are the words that kept running through my mind, the events that transpired are etched into my head. 

Flashback:

“Elvis, stop!” “Let him go!” said the man with dirty blonde hair. He seems to be the only one with rationale in this group. 

I watched as Elvis beat the guy, causing his face to bust out with blood. His face was all battered and bruised, and Elvis his hands were coated with thick rich red blood on his hands. 

I couldn't watch anymore, turning to my right I saw a corner and decided to go towards it and just slide down the wall. Ducking my head in between my knees and drowning out the pleas and screams for Elvis to stop. 

“Sonny, take y/n to E’s room now!” said the man with the dirty blonde hair. 

“You got in Jerry,” said Sonny

 My right arm was grabbed, and I was soon taken back to Elvis’s room. 

“Easy, y/n, Easy.” said Sonny

As soon as Sonny stepped foot into Elvis’s room, I ran toward his bed and began to sob. 

Thinking about what I just witnessed.

“Hey, Hey don't cry,” sonny said as he came closer to me. 

“How can you say that when I just witnessed an attempted murder?!” I said as tears kept flowing down my cheeks.

Sighing Sonny grabs the back of his neck and rubs it, “Look, I know what you saw was bad, but it wasn't attempted murder or anything it was just Elvis and his temper, getting the best of him so he resorts to violence, but that's not bad.”

I turned to look at Sonny, thinking how stupid can he be to tell me that this was normal. There was nothing normal about what I just witnessed. For Elvis to lunge at this poor man for making a stupid comment like that, for Elvis to beat him senseless, what normality was there in this situation? 

“Sonny, I know what I saw” irritated now I looked at the TV Screen playing. 

News Reporter: “John, It has now been 2 days since this y/f/n has seen their beloved daughter. We are standing outside their home, as the parents along with her best friend have a few words they would like to say.” 

Y/BF/N: “please, if anybody has seen my best friend, please give her back to us, we miss her” 

Y/F/N: “To whoever the bastard was who took my angel away from me, I just… want to say… please don't hurt her.” Honey, Angel, If you are watching this, don't worry help is on the way, we are looking for you, and we just want you home safe.” 

Y/M/N: “Please, If anybody knows anything about my baby, this is what she looks like, please bring her back to me, I just want her back!”

“A heartbreaking scene, John more on this story tonight at 5”

Tears spilled as I watched my family and best friend appear on the news. Feeling so helpless and just defenseless. There's nothing I can do. 

Sonny notices my whimpering and sniffles “Hey, y/n, don't cry”

“y/n, I have a plan, it's an escape plan” “I am going to page my cousin Red, he still is a part of the Mafia, Imma tell him about our plan and have him meet you somewhere so that he can take you back home.”

Sonny said as he comes face to face with me. “God, I can see why Red is so infatuated with you,” Sonny whispers.

Sniffling I stand and fling myself to Sonny. 

Hugging him saying “Thank you”

Sonny hugs back and says “No problem, alright so here’s the plan…”

Flashback ends.

So now, here I am running and running towards the spot Red is supposed to meet me. 

I stopped to catch my breath, but also the adrenaline has worn off. My legs fall and I land on the branches and leaves-filled floor.  

“Maybe, If I just rest for a second, I can regain some energy, and continue running,” I said breathing heavily. 

My eyes slowly closed on me, that is until I hear a rustle, from my right, my breathing hitched, I slowly covered my mouth and crawled towards the nearest tree. A single light is illuminated, and I begin to choke back tears, “God, if you hear me, although I don't pray, please don't let them find me.” 

“y/n?its me Red, y/n?” 

Red!! 

“RED!!!” I yelled out. 

I ran towards Red, “man am I kinda glad to see you.” I said

Smirking “I'm glad to find you y/n” you ran 5 miles from Graceland” 

“Don't remind me, let's get out of here.” laughing I tell Red.

Walking past Red, I make my way to his car “finally freedom,” I sigh 

“Actually…. I have a better Idea” Red says.

 Grabbing my arm, he pins me to the front of the car. Making a loud thud, wincing at the impact on my lower back. 

“Red, what are you doing?!” we have to get out of here!” I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. 

Chuckling sinisterly, Red looks at you with lust-filled eyes. He slowly kisses your neck, one hand now grasping both my wrists, the other trying to touch my thighs. 

“RED!” I yelled, he was supposed to take me home that was the deal. Why is he pulling a stunt like this I don't know.

“GET OFF OF ME” I yelled again. But there's no use. I’m trapped. 

Closing my eyes for what is to come, I hear a click of a gun. 

“Let her go”

I opened my eyes, seeing my hero in front of me. His silhouette was illuminated by the car beams. 

Red turns around, having me in a chokehold now. 

I'm struggling to break free but the tighter his grip gets. I started to lose air, his grip kept getting tighter and tighter the more I struggled to break free. 

“Well, Well look who we have here,” Red said taunting the man in front of me. 

“If it isn't our own notorious Memphis gang leader, in the flesh, Mr. Elvis Presley.” “What a matter E, surprised to see me with your girl.” 

“Red your hurting me, *gasp* I can't breathe.” I struggled to say. 

Suddenly I feel the cold sharp metal of a blade making its way toward my neck. 

“Shut up, Bitch!.” Red said digging the blade deeper. 

“ Son of a bitch, if you so goddamn hurt her I will….” said Elvis getting ready to shoot at any moment. 

“Or what Elvis, you shoot me, she gets hurt. Face it, you lose,” said Red

Tears fall down my face, looking at Elvis, begging for him to save me. At this moment I just want to live, even if it means being saved by Elvis Presley. 

“ Alright Red, you win,” Elvis said as he slowly dropped his gun, making sure not to break eye contact with the floor and the gun.  

“Good, now y/n,” he said turning to me and planting a kiss on my cheek. “Let's get going now, baby.” struggling to break free now, I was thrashing every which way. When I saw I was getting closer to the passenger door, I bit Red's hand. 

“Ahhh!!!” Red said as he lets me go. This was my moment to run, I dashed out of Red's reach and ran towards Elvis. 

“Get back here!” Yelled Red, getting ready to use his blade on me, that was until Elvis grabbed his gun and shoots Red three times. Bullets flew past me, and I didn't look back. With a loud thud, Red was down. Blood seeped through his clothes and formed a puddle on the ground. 

“y/n!” Elvis said with open arms. I made it to his arms and began to cry, I couldn't help it, everything that transpired was overwhelming. 

“Shh, shh it's okay little one your safe now.” cooed Elvis.

Then out of nowhere, Elvis groans and falls to the ground, “Elvis? Elvis?!” Blood was pouring out of him. “Where did that bullet come from” - I said 

“No, no Elvis please!” I cried, choking on tears. 

“Elvis, you alright, we heard gunshots, and Oh my god,” said Jerry, 

Chuckling, Elvis gasps out and says “Great timing boys.” 

“Boys, hurry Elvis is hurt we have to get him to the nurse and fast!”

“Please do something!” I said, crying at the sight of the man who saved me. 

“y/n, come on let's go,” said Jerry, 

“Will Elvis be alright?” I said in a low voice, 

Jerry turns and looks at me with a sympathetic look, saying “He will.” 

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Hours passed and we all went back to Graceland. I was waiting along with Jerry on Elvis. 

“Damn what's taking the nurse so long,” said Jerry pulling at his hair. 

From the hours that passed, I learned a few things about Elvis along with Jerry. Jerry was Elvis's close friend and confidant. He was second in command, which means whatever Elvis couldn't get to do or say Jerry was ready to go. Elvis lost his mother when he was just 23, which made him get into the gang business. His father left, leaving him all alone. To fend for himself. Years later he branched out, thus creating the Memphis Mafia. Jerry has been by his side since Elvis was 25. 

“Wow, I can't imagine what that must have been for him,” I said, I couldn't help but feel terrible, for the life he lived. If maybe things would have been different, he wouldn't have had to be in this life. 

Taking a sip of his coffee, Jerry breathe out and said “Yeah, his life hasn't been the best, but he means well y/n” “He's housed all of us for years, without him we would be nothing.” “He's saved me countless times and that's where my loyalty lies with him.”  

“Maybe, he's not so bad after all,” I said shaking my head.

“Yeah, when you have some time y/n, Id love to share more with you about Elvis, that way you understand where he's coming from.”

Giggling I said “Id like that Jerry.” 

Just then, the nurse was heading our direction, my heart thumping so fast, and hard, waiting to hear what the results were. 

“Nurse! Tell us what happens to Elvis. Is he gonna pull through?” said Jerry, 

“Yes Jerry, Elvis is gonna make a full recovery, he’s right now resting.” Said the nurse smiling. 

“Oh thank god!” I breathed out, feeling a sense of ease and worry slip away.

“You must be y/n, pleasure to meet you, I'm nurse Jackie.” She said extending her hand to me.

Hesitating I look at Jerry and he gives me a warm smile, mouthing out to me “She’s trustworthy”

Turning back to Nurse Jackie, I said “pleasures all mine, Nurse, thank you for saving Elvis’s life” 

Shaking her hand.

Nurse Jackie smiles and says “don't worry about it hun, not the first time I saved this man's life, from some crazy accident or situation.”

Laughing at her statement, I felt at ease. 

“Well, I better get going, it was nice meeting you y/n, I'll see you soon,” Nurse Jackie said. 

 “Ohh, I almost forgot, here y/n” Nurse Jackie handed me some medications in a bottle. 

“What's this nurse?” 

“Those are Elvis's medications, those will help him with the pain. He just needs to take those every 6 hours, which is only an hour away, so you should be fine til then.”

“Will we be able to see Elvis today?” I asked the nurse in a hopeful voice. I don’t know where the care and love came from, especially towards Elvis Presley, but I can’t help but feel something. 

“You like him,” My inner voice said. “He saved your life.” there it is again my inner voice rambling about why I'm feeling such things. I shake that feeling off me as I wait for my answer. 

“At the moment no, but once he's awake I can have Jerry bring him to his room,”  said Jackie. 

Turning towards Jerry he gave me a sympathetic look and I breathed out saying ok, I'll head towards his room then.

“I'll see you later, Jerry. And thank you again Jackie” with that I head upstairs, making my way toward the familiar setting, and lay on Elvis’s bed, soon after sleep consumed me and for once I welcome darkness's sweet embrace. 

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Elvis POV: 

“Do, you Elvis take y/n to be your wife.”  I turn towards my blushing bride and say “I do” 

“And do you y/n, take Elvis to be your husband, through sickness and in health til death do you part? “She turns to me but as she was about to say those words. I saw her gown turn red. 

“Baby, what's happening?!” 

“Jerry!” “Where the hell is everybody?!” 

“Y/n baby stays with me please, please don't leave me, please.” 

“Well, Well what do we have here….”

“Y/N!” I wake up from the nightmarish dream. 

Beep…Beep…Beep…

“Where the hell am I” 

Pain shoots from my abdomen, and head as I slowly recall the events that transpired.

“Y/N!” “Baby where are you?” 

“Relax E, take it easy”

Turning towards my left I saw Jerry standing towards the door. 

“Jerry, boy am I glad to see you! Why am I here in our private medical room.” Why do I have all these needles on me, Where is Y/N?”

I said trying to sit up, groaning as the pain becomes too unbearable. 

“E, y/n is upstairs in your room, she's okay” 

Sighing in relief. “She's okay,” my inner voice said. 

“Well, what are we waiting for then take me to her, Jer!”

“Elvis we gotta talk about what happened just now, we could have lost you back there” 

Jerry said as tears began to brim in the corner of his eyes. 

“What happened, back there all I remember was y/n towards me and someone shooting towards me.” 

“We arrived late at that scene E, but from what I recalled, Red was dying and someone shot you, after that, we don't know what happened.” 

“You think it could have been our enemies?” I said, “who could have shot me”

“I don't know E, that's what I'm trying to piece together,” said Jerry. 

 Nurse Jackie says that you'll make a fast recovery but it's bed rest for a week, or two. 

“TWO WEEKS!!! HELL NO!!!” I protested. 

“I know E, but I'll tell ya that girl of yours is a brave one”

“What about her Jer?” I asked cautiously hearing what Jerry had to say. 

“While you were here, she never left your side. We were staying outside and she did not once escape or even tried to. She stayed quiet, she even asked if we can both see you, but the nurse suggested for she heads upstairs.” 

Cracking a small smile, I turn to Jerry and said: “ She did, did she now, you think she's warming up to me Jer?” 

Laughing Jerry said, “I can only hope so E.” 

As our laughter started to die down a little, I asked Jerry if he can take me to my room. 

“Alight E, let's go” 

And with that Jerry lifts me from my bed and takes me back to my room. 

“Jer, there's one more thing I want you to do for me, can you call Lamar to me? I wanna talk to him.” 

“You sure you won't try to hurt him?” said Jerry 

Chucking I said, “no Jer, I want to apologize for my actions.”

“Alright E, I'll call him down” and with that Jerry pages, Lamar and Lamar come speeding fast. 

Stuttering Lamar says “Yeeesss Boooosss” 

“Lamar comes closer, I promise I won't hurt you.” 

Lamar cautiously approaches me, couldn't blame him though, I did beat the shit out of him. 

“Elvis?” Lamar says as he sees me opening my arms, he flinches 

I embraced Lamar, in a hug and said “I'm sorry, Lamar, didn't mean for it to go that far”

Lamar tenses but soon releases it after a few seconds. 

Patting my back gently he says “It's alright E, no harsh feelings, I'm glad you're okay tho.”

Nodding my head, I tell Lamar that I'll be resting, in my room for a bit. And then once I'm better we get back to taking care of business. 

Chuckling Lamar says “you got it E, rest assured.”

And with that Lamar leaves and Jerry takes me to my room.

“I got it from here Jerry, you go on a rest its been a long day.” 

“You sure, Elvis I don't mind taking you…” 

“It's alright Jer” 

“Alright, E I’ll see you later then” 

“Thanks, Jerry, I'll see you later.”

Jerry turns around and heads straight to his room, leaving me alone with my black double doors. I slowly turn the door nob and peek inside. Seeing y/n sleeping on her side of the bed. 

“She hadn't changed her clothes?” 

“She doesn't have any,” my inner voice said, which reminds me to make a mental note to get her some things. 

Slowly making my way towards her, I sit down on the bed, brushing a few strands of her hair behind her ears. 

y/n groaning, and opens her eyes slowly, leaning towards my touch. 

“Didn't mean to wake you little, I'm going to head to the shower, and get these garments off me, there are some extra shirts on this dresser, If you want to change too.”

y/n nods slowly as I get up, she grabs my arm and says “stay, please.” 

Turning towards her slender, body I sat down on the bed again. 

“Okay, little I will.”

I slowly make my way toward my side of the bed, y/n gets up and helps me lay myself down. 

“Easy, Elvis, easy,” she says in a hushed tone. What surprises me the most was the fact once I lay down, she places her head on my chest and cuddled towards me. 

“Elvis?” she says, looking up at me, 

“Yes, little one,” I said looking down at her, our eyes locking, her y/e/c and my blue orbs becoming one, I slowly leaned in some more as did she. 

We were centimeters apart but close enough to feel each other's breaths. 

Her lips brushed mine and we began our entanglement. It was a soft but passionate kiss. Nothing like I ever experienced before. 

Groaning into the kiss, y/n stopped kissing and proceeded to kiss my neck, slowly trailing down my chest. 

“Little, what are you doing?” I breathe out. The feeling of her kisses sent a shock wave to my body. 

“Shhhh, I want you to relax and enjoy it.” She says as she continues to trail further down. 

Using whatever strength I had left in my body, I got up and pulled her closer to me. 

“I don't want you to be doing something out of force now, I want this just as much as anybody else, but I am willing to wait if I have to,” I said.

y/n looked up at me, smiled, and pecks me on the lips saying, “ I want to, Elvis.” 

We kiss one more time, while she slowly undoes the buttons on her shirt, dried blood still on it from the events earlier. She throws it somewhere and I am revealed in all her glory, all she had on was lace white panties and no bra. 

“You look beautiful, baby,” I said.

Groaning as the pain from my injury begins to take full effect on me again. 

“Shit,” I said. “Elvis, something wrong?” y/n said worriedly thinking that maybe she may have hurt him in some way or form. 

“Little, I'm alright, I just have a minor injury here.” “We just gotta be extra careful to not open the wound up.”

She looks up at me and begins to gently touch my world with her delicate fingers. 

“Baby, look at me. I want you to lay down for me. I wanna show you want exactly you do to me.”

She complies with my orders, her eyes are no longer her usual hue, they are darker filled with curiosity and lust. 

“That's it, baby, just relax okay.”

y/n lays down on my bead and I began, kissing her lips once more, I hover over her and break our kiss. I make my way toward her neck, gently pecking until I hear her moan. “Gotcha” I smirked. I took extra time on that side, seeing as it was her sweet spot. 

“Elvis”, she moaned out. 

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy baby,” I said noticing my breath causing her body to shiver. 

My hands were exploring her body, her curves, her lines, and my lips kept going lower and lower towards her panties. 

“You ready little,” I said, grabbing the hem of her panties, 

Nodding she eagerly awaits what I am about to do. 

“No little, I need to hear you say it, are you ready,” I said again making sure my voice was sharp and lowered. 

“Yes,” she says, her excitement getting the best of her. 

“Good” I placed a kiss on her stomach and began to pull her panties off her legs 

I kiss her inner thighs, making sure to bit and nip leaving my mark on them. 

“Mine,” I said as I continued to kiss and mark her thighs. 

“Elvis, mmmm, don't tease.” Y/N moans out. 

I moan onto her inner thigh, “Baby, you sound so divine moaning out my name like that.” “Keep doing it.” 

I continued to make my way toward her core, I paused making sure I was making eye contact with her, “eyes on me little, one. I want to see your reaction when I do this.” With that, I pursed my lips a blew air onto her core. 

y/n shivered and silently moaned. She kept moving trying to get my face to connect with her core. I licked my lips and made my way to her aching core. 

Throwing her head back, and arching her back in the process. I kept licking and sucking her core. Feeling as her nectar drips down my chin. I moaned out, loving this feeling of control I have over her. No one can make her feel this good but me. 

“Elvis, mmmm, Elvisss ahh” she screamed, bucking her hips, y/n reaches for my hair and brings me in closer. I placed my hand on her stomach to keep her from moving, I want her to stay in place and enjoy every minute of this, just as much as I am. 

“Elvis, mmm I'm... I'm gonna… cum..” y/n breathed out, removing myself from her core, slick trailed from her core to my lips. Licking them off me, I stood up and told her “Not yet little” 

“What! Elvis, I wanna, Oh my god” she moans out as I decided to draw circles on her bud. Making sure my pace was slower. 

“Elvis, oh god!” she cried out “Elvis, please faster,” 

Instead of going faster, I added a finger inside her, going in and out while also stroking her bud. 

“Fuck! Elvis, yes... Just.. like that..” y/n head has now succumbed to the pillow and her hands using the sheets to claw at them. 

“Baby, you want to cum?” I teased. Making sure to create a lasting effect on her. 

“Are you gonna cum for daddy?” I teased. Smirking as I saw her facial expressions each time adding pressure. 

She nods, which wasn't the response I was looking for, so I went in adding a second finger to her dripping core. 

“Ahhhhh!” she moaned, “now, little we went over this, I want you to speak.” “ You that pretty little mouth of yours for me,” I said. 

 “Now, I'm gonna ask again” this time going in and out a little faster and using my thumb to create circles on her bud some more. “Do you wanna cum for daddy?” I said.

“Yes! Yes daddy, please let me cum!” she moans. 

Smirking I say “Cum for daddy baby” 

And with that y/n lets out a moan and her euphoria drips out of her. Leaving her in a state of relaxation and want. 

As her slick drips out of her and onto my hands, I removed my fingers and licked them. 

“Mmmm, you taste like honey,” I said as I continued to lick my fingers. 

y/n blushed, a bright red. “That, that was….” she breathed out. 

“Use your words little or do you want me to give you another round.”  Smirking I said, as I slowly made my way back to my side of the bed.

My pants felt tighter than before, my cock twitching for it to be released. For it to be buried inside. I try my best to fix the situation but to my dismay, it was no use. 

y/n turns to me and sees what is currently going on. “Elvis” she breathes out. “Yes, little one,” I said, my eyes not leaving her gaze. 

She gets up from her side and gently straddles me. “Little what are you doing?” I said as I was about to get up, but the pain from my injury shoots up instead, having me to get back down. y/n notices and puts her hand on my chest, drawing circles. Her hand makes it's way lower and lower to my belt. 

She swiftly undoes my belt loops and removed them. She then unhooks my button and unzips my pants leaving me in my briefs. 

“Little what are you doing?” I asked again to which she replies “ Shhhh” she grinds her hips onto my aching cock, having me throw my head back groaning. “You pleased me, I want to please you tonight.” She said and she continues to grind her hips onto my cock. 

Grabbing her hips I stopped her and looked her in the eyes and said, “are you sure? We don't have to do this now?” she silences me with a kiss and says “I want to” 

Y/n proceeded by removing my briefs causing my hard-on to spring and hit my stomach. Her eyes widened with shock and amusement. “How are you big” she whispered, “Well when I was younger, let's just say my nickname wasn't coke bottle for nothing. But that's a story for a later time.” I said chuckling.    

She looks down, and gently grabs hold of my cock, groaning at the sudden contact. “y/n” I moaned out. She begins to move her hand up and down, creating the friction it so desperately pleaded.

“y/n, please go faster.” I groaned, gripping the sheets. She complied and went faster at a pace I have, never experienced before. 

“Fuck, baby your so good, ugh!” I groaned. Bucking my hips into obtaining more friction. 

Pre-cum started to ooze out of me as y/n used her thumb to glide some of it all over the tip. 

“Baby, mmmm” I moaned out loud. She then stops out of nowhere. 

Breathing heavily wondering why she stopped. I saw that she grabs my cock once more and slowly places it where her hole is, sliding down gently til she reached fullness. 

“Fuck!” we both moaned. 

y/n once in a comfortable position began to ride me. Slowly building momentum as she grinds her hips back and forth adding a little bounce to the mix. I gently grab onto her hips to steady her pacing. 

“y/n, baby” I moaned feeling her tight core. “Elvis, oh god, Elvis” she moans throwing her head back in the process. y/n proceeds to speed up the pace and her walls begin to hit my cock, in and out, in and out. 

I bucked my hips adding more pleasure, causing both of us to moan out. “Elvis” y/n says mouth wide open, grabbing onto my chest. Digging her nails. “I'm so close” 

That was my cue, I gently turned us around letting me be on top, and began to pump myself in and out of her. Hitting her g-spot each time. We both moaned, sweat dripping from my forehead. Groaning at the mix of pleasure and pain, I “stupid injury” I thought. But I was gonna push away the pain for later. 

I brought y/n legs over my shoulders, deeping each thrust. “Elvis!” “Harder!” she cries out. 

I pumped harder until I felt I was about to burst. “Elvis… I'm gonna… cum” she breathes out, arching her back in the process. 

Kissing her lips, I pulled out, both of us coming together from our highs.

Just as soon as I saw, y/n relax, I rolled back onto my side of the bed, breathing heavily. 

Turning my head I saw y/n breathing heavily along with feeling the sense of tiredness consume her. 

Slowly getting up, I grab some towels, for us to clean ourselves up. One clean, I laid back down, on the bed, looking at my injury and seeing my gauze begin to seep some blood. 

“I may have overdone it.” Chuckling to myself. y/n turns to me and notices my gauze bleeding. 

“Oh, my Elvis your bleeding again,” She said in a state of panic. 

Kissing her forehead I tell her, not to worry. “Before I forget Elvis, Nurse Jackie gave me some of your medicine. If you like you can take one that way in the morning, you won't be in so much pain.” 

Turning towards y/n, I looked at her and said, “ nurse Jackie gave you some medicine, now why didn't you tell me sooner, little” grabbing her sides to bring her in closer to me. y/n yelps and giggles saying “I must have gotten a little carried away.” 

“ you know where the medicine is now?” 

“Yes, it's inside that drawer.”

Turning towards where she was pointing, I made my way towards the drawer and grabbed my bottle prescribed to Elvis Presley. The directions say Take every 6 hours to avoid any further injury and to help with the healing process. 

Opening the bottle I grab one pill and grab a glass of water. Chucking the water along with the drug. Placing the glass cup down, I saw y/n already falling asleep. Smiling at the sight I made my way towards her, grabbing onto our stained sheets, I wrapped her body along with mine, bringing her in closer. 

Kissing her forehead I said, “goodnight, little I love you.” with that the effects of the drug kicked in and I slowly enter into slumber wishing for y/n to repeat those same words to me someday. 

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I've just sat and read all of your fics and they're all incredible! If it's okay, can you write an Elvis x female reader smut where she's in the audience of the Comeback special and maybe throughout the performance he kind if gravitates towards her? Ending really smutty where he invites her to his dressing room after? Thank you so so much!

Omg, I love this idea! 🥺 your words mean so much to me, im so happy that my works can make you entertained. on to the fanfic! I hope you like it.

Gravitation

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader.

Warning: Reverse cowgirl, Praise, Cum shot, Dirty talk, Spanking, Mirror sex, Oral (fem), Cum eating, Fluff, Stranger to lovers? Creampie, Choking, Gagging, Melolagnia kink, Exhibitionism, Crying, Chubby!reader.

Summary: You never felt so lucky, you were one of the few people to watch The Rock and roll king; Elvis Presley, to see history. You felt things you haven't before and to make it worse or better you seem to gain the Rockstar's attention. You couldn't wait to see what the future held for you.

You watched the god-like man like he was everything and more, his stage presence awoke things you never thought were possible, and your heartbeat pulsated with the rhythm of the song he sang with such emotion. Your breath became baited as your eyes locked with the rockstar, a seductive smirk made its way to his face, and a knowing glint in his eyes. He continued to perform, dancing and singing more in your direction, and your juices soaked your underwear. You desired him like no other.

Even as he sat down to talk, he would glance your way, it was unbearable when you were told y'all could take a break, you looked around for Elvis but he wasn't around he probably went to his changing room and feeling nothing short of disappointment fall in the pit of your stomach, you begin to walk to the ladies room when THE jerry schilling stood in front of you, his eyes looked your curved bigger body up and down behind his almost see through shades, unknowingly to him or knowing he licked his lips before he snapped out of his episode and cleared his throat. "Elvis wants to see you. Follow me sugar," he spoke softly so you only heard him despite you being in an empty hallway "lead the way." you nodded eagerly making Jerry laugh at your excitement and begin to show you to Elvis's changing room. With each step you got wetter, you heard tales of women who had the luxury of sleeping with the king, they had said such it was like no other, you were gonna see if it was true.

You both reached the door of the dressing room, Jerry bid you goodbye but you hardly heard him, your heartbeat was too loud in your ears, with a gulp of courage you knocked on the door and waited, playing with the edge of your dress skirt, that rested on the middle of your plush thighs not long his voice called out to you and invited you in. You turned the handle and walked in, a view which would make any fan faint to see in person, There sitting on a couch was Elvis smirk on his lips, manspreading still in that heavenly black leather suit, his eyes traced your big body, your breasts stood out like a masterpiece, your baby carrying hips, those thighs he wanted to fuck, 'Next time' he noted his mind, continuing to check you out, those legs that he wanted to be wrapped his waist, Elvis took a sip of his iced coke and put into down on the end table. Elven sent a soft smile as he becked you over with a finger, he chuckled as he pulled you onto his lap, his hand gripping your hips before moving his hands up your love handles, stopping briefly to squeeze them and then moving on until his hands cupped your breasts and groaning at the weight of them in his palms "Yar a pretty thing aren't cha." he spoke looking at you with lustful-adoring blue orbs, "Thank you Mr.Presley" you replied softly "Elvis for you darlin'." he licked his lips, his fingers gripped onto your wide hips. Elvis leaned his head back on the wall that the couch was pushed up against, his lidded eyes watching you "Go on, pretty thing, ride me." he encouraged you, your slick dripped from your oversoaked panties, and you got off his lap, your fingers worked to undo his pants and pull them down with Elvis's help, his cook stood proud once free, at a good 8 inch, which twitched from the cold air, you wrapped your hand around his thick cock and gave an experimental jerk, A sharp hiss leaves Elvis and you couldn't stop yourself.

You knew you should be patient and tease him but you dreamed of this moment ever since you heard and saw this man. You quickly took off your underwear, turned around, lined his cock to your entrance, and slid down his large length. You both hissed at the feeling, you from his member stretching your pussy, giving a pleasant burn and him from the feeling of the tightest pussy he had ever been in before, the feeling of your ass laying on his thighs, giving a comforting weight while feeling great pleasure. You breathed in, lifted your hips, and began to bounce, moans left your lips as his cock head hit your g-spot "Fuckk" Elvis moaned, wrapping his arms around your stomach, laying his head on your back, and his hips bucking up at each time you lifted yourself, pretty whines and pants was all that sounds he seemed could make, "Fuckin' hell pretty thing, go faster, wanna cream this pussy." Elvis groaned, thrusted upwards, your cheeks heated up from his dirty words, and lean a bit forward, gripping the little bit of couch that was between Elvis's spread legs and rolled your hips before riding the man below you faster, the sound of your ass hitting against his lap become louder and his thrusts faster, chasing his release. Elvis threw his head back, whining, eyes squeezed shut as he filled you with his seed "Get up sugar" he tapped your hips after gaining back some of his energy "Go to the mirror f'me, put your hands on the vanity and bend over." he commanded, watching you do as you were told, he got up after you, taking off the icon suit and walked behind his jet black hair laid on his forehead and his body adored a layer of sweat from being rid. Elvis sent you a smile through the mirror before lowering to his knees, flipping your dress skirt off your ass, and spreading your pillowy thighs to see your glistening folds, covered into your slink, and his slowly dripping out semen "Ain't this a pretty sight" he licked his lips, and buried himself in said thighs, licking stride up your cunt.

"Oh fuck!" you cried as his tongue flicked at your clitoris before wrapping his lips around the sensitive nerve and sucking on it. Hard. You grabbed the edge of the vanity, and whimpered, laying your forehead against the mirror. He gave one last suck before dragging his tongue through your folds to your cum-filed core, the wet muscle circled your entrance and penetrated, his lapped at your walls, licking out his cum

It felt so good, tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, and little sobs of pleasure left you as he didn't hold back, cumming when he nibbled your clit. You watched as Elvis appeared up from behind you, his lower face shining from your slick, and a dirty smug smirk was directed at you through the mirror, once again his hands took your hips and he moved closer to you until his tip poked your slit "Ya ready?" he asked, you nodded "Tell me." he ordered " Yes I'm ready." you smiled, touched by his caring nature.

He slowly began to push inside of you, inch by inch this new angle gave was heavenly, you felt every thing.

He grunted as he finally was balls deep into you, his balls rested on your outer lips and clitoris. He pulled back before snapping his hips, forcing a scream that has cut short by Elvis's fingers down your throat, causing you to gag around them as his thrust set a slowly but pace, pulling out slowly and snapping his hips, his eyes locked on where you were connected. He didn't keep that up for long as his hammering became faster, his hips smacked against your ass, the skin rippling at the impact, his fingers left your mouth and placed them on your neck, squeezing slightly and leaning his body on your back, his pounding reaching a new deep, his jackhammering shook your body. Elvis's eyes looked up at the mirror as he spot one of his female tailoresses who flirted with him, despite him showing no interest in her, peaking through the now open door with a sad and raged look on her face as she watched him take a big girl than her, she was mad but she couldn't look away from the scene in front of her. Knowing he was being watched as he fucked you, who will be his girl from now on, turned him on more than he thought he was, his thrusted was turning rapid, and his unoccupied hand pulled you back against him, his balls slapped your pussy as he didn't bother holding his moans, that joined your moaning and whining, his ocean blues moved from the envious woman to you, looking at your pleasure covered face.

You were getting close, oh so close to snapping that knot and you could tell so was Elvis, his cock twitched within you "I-'m gonna cum sugar!" he groaned, his dick hitting your cervix finally making your climax "Elvis!" you cried out coming down your high when he suddenly pulled out and manhandled you to your kneels, his hand working frantically as cum shot out his cock head, landing on your face and cleavage. "Goddamn." he laughed breathlessly as he helped you up and to the couch, both of you sitting on. You sat cuddling into his side as his arm draped over your shoulders, his head resting on yours as you recovered from the mind-blowing sex you had.

"Mr. Presley, you're on in—WHOA!" a man from the filming crew opened the closed door, his brown orbs widened as he took in the state of you two, slamming the door shut. A pregnant silence stretched before the man cleared his throat on the other side of the door "You're on in six minutes Mr. P-presley. I would r-recommend getting dressed." he spoke shakingly before his footsteps faded. You and Elvis looked at each other and busted out laughing for a good few seconds before you both cleaned yourself and redressed.

Elvis pulled you to with a smile "Meet me back here again after the shooting, I want to get to know ya pretty thing. Think ya will allow me?" He asked his thumbs caressing your hips "Of course." you smiles back and kissed him, pulling apart you laid your foreheads together before saying see you later and going your own ways. The rest of the filming was filled with secret smiles and glances.

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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 - mentions of drug use

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 11

Matt Sturniolo created his own world; only in his own environment did he feel secure, comfortable, and protected. A genuine camaraderie was created at Graceland. We lived as one big family, eating, talking, arguing, joking, playing, and traveling together.

Although I became friends with the guys in Matt’s retinue, he never let me, or anyone else, forget that I was his girl. I was never to get too close or become too familiar with any of the regulars.

One evening, after we came home from a movie, we said good night to everyone and went upstairs. Returning to the kitchen a few minutes later to get something to eat, I found Jerry Schilling, who’d just started working for Matt, making himself a snack. We started talking. A few minutes later, Matt appeared.

“What the hell are you two doing down here?” he shouted at us.

Intimidated, Jerry said, “Well, Matt, we were just talking. I was asking her how she felt, because she didn’t feel well this afternoon.”

“I came down to get something to eat,” I explained.

“y/nn, you don’t need to be roaming around here late at night,” he said, angrily ordering me upstairs.

Behind me, I could hear him lashing out at Jerry. “If you want to keep this job, son, you mind your own business. If there’s anyone who’s going to ask her how she feels, it’ll be me. You better mind your own goddamn business.”

I liked Jerry. He was warm, sincere, and very personable; just a couple of years older than I, he was one of the few people who I could relate to. But from that time on, it was a dodging match every time we’d run into each other. Now Jerry and I laugh about the “good old days” when we reminisce.

Most of the boys who worked for Matt had been around from the beginning and they knew all about him—his sense of humor, his sensitivity, and his temper. He stripped himself bare in front of them, and they accepted him for what he was.

Yet working for Matt was a twenty-four-hour-a-day job, and the boys were at his beck and call constantly. They played when he played and slept when he slept. It took a certain kind of personality to put up with his demands, whether they made sense or not.

“Come on, y/nn, let’s go to Los Angeles. I’ll show you where I film movies.,” he said one afternoon when we’d only been up for a few hours. He called downstairs and told Alan to alert everyone that he wanted to leave within the hour.

Alan said, “Okay, Boss. I think Richard and Gene are still sleeping. I’ll give ’em a call and tell ’em to come right over.”

“Their lazy asses are still sleeping?” Matt asked. “I’ve been up for two goddamn hours. They should have been over here by now. Alan, from now on, when I call down for my breakfast, call the boys and tell them I’m up and to be ready for anything, and that may include me not even coming downstairs. I just want them here.”

Demanding? Yes, but Matt could be just as generous. By today’s standards the boys’ salaries were not high—the average paycheck was $250 a week—but if the boys ever felt the pinch by the end of the month, they would go to Matt. They’d ask him if he could help them out with a down payment on a house or the first and last months’ payments on an apartment. Matt always came through for them, lending them the one thousand or five thousand or ten thousand dollars they asked for. He was rarely if ever paid back.

There also was no limit to the expensive gifts he gave them—television consoles for Christmas, bonus checks, Cadillac convertibles, Mercedes-Benzes. If he heard someone was sad or depressed, he loved to surprise them with a gift, usually a brand-new car. When he gave to one, he would usually end up giving to all.

James didn’t have much respect for the guys. He said Matt just gave and gave and gave, and they took and took and took. He’d say, “Son, we have to save.” Matt would answer, “It’s only money, Dad. I just have to go out and make more.”

James resented the regulars acting as if Graceland was their personal club. They’d go into the kitchen at any hour and order anything they wanted. Naturally, everyone ordered something different. The cooks worked night and day keeping them happy. James felt, “To hell with the boys. Their main concern should be Matt.”

What was really outrageous was that the regulars were ordering sirloin steaks or prime ribs while Matt usually ate hamburgers or peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

I wasn’t too popular around Graceland when I started reorganizing the kitchen. I set down a policy of having one menu per meal, and anyone who didn’t like what was on it could go to a local restaurant. This new edict resulted in much grumbling from the guys, but the cooks were relieved, and James sanctioned my decision, announcing, “It’s about time someone organized the meals. It was beginning to look like we were feeding half of Boston.”

Matt was the boss, the provider, and the power. Both the boys and I had to protect him from people who annoyed or irritated him and were no longer in his favor. Before coming down for the evening, he’d have me call downstairs to check who was there. I’d run down the guests, aware that certain names would strike him wrong.

“Shit,” he’d say, his mood destroyed. “What’s he want? Bring me some more bad news?” He’d stay up in his room rather than spend an evening with someone he didn’t like. There was one particular regular who had incurred his disfavor, and Matt told everyone he didn’t want him around. “Don’t let him through those goddamn gates!” Matt ordered. “All I have to do is look at his face and I get depressed.” Matt barred him from Graceland for a number of years, saying, “If he changes his morbid attitude, maybe I’ll change my mind.” His perceptions were correct, as these “friends” eventually betrayed him.

Matt and James kept some of their relatives at a distance because, as Matt explained to me, they’d shunned him when he was growing up, ridiculing him as a sissy, a mama’s boy. Mary Lou stood up for Matt and told his tormentors to go their own way. Angrily, she had said, “Don’t bother us with these accusations.”

Then fame and fortune hit, and suddenly all the kinfolk came around, begging for jobs or crying that they needed help. Sometimes Matt got upset, charging, “The only time they visit is with their hand out. It’d be nice if they’d come around just to see how I was doing. But hell no, it’s always, ‘Ah, Matt, I could use a little extra cash. Could you help me out?’ Hell, I’ll bet when I’m dead and gone, they’ll still be taking advantage.” But Matt ended up slipping each of them a hundred dollars or more every time they came around. If it had been up to James, he would have gotten rid of every one of them. But Matt kept saying, “No, Dad, they don’t have any place to go. They couldn’t work anywhere. Keep them here.”

From the beginning of his success, Matt put many family members on salary, and all had titles. James was his business manager; Patsy, his personal secretary; uncles Vester Sturniolo and Johnny and Travis Smith, and cousin Harold Lloyd, gate guards; cousins Billy, Bobby, and Gene, personal aides; and then there was Tracy Smith, who seemed to go from brother to brother for support. Matt took care of everyone.

I remember one night at Graceland when Matt came back to the kitchen and saw Tracy pacing the floor. “Hey, Tracy,” he said, “How ya doing, man?” Tracy, his hands in his pockets, could hardly look Matt in the eye. “I don’t know, Matt,” he sighed. “What do ya mean, you don’t know? Everyone knows how they’re doin’, man.”

Tracy, shifting back and forth, mumbled, “I got my nerves in the dirt, Matt.” Matt staggered back, laughing. “Nerves in the dirt! Hell, I never heard it expressed like that before. You need some money, Tracy?”

Again, Tracy just shifted back and forth, as Matt called Nate over and told him to give Tracy a bill. A big smile covered Tracy’s lined face as he happily took his hundred dollars and walked out the door.

Matt knew that having his nerves in the dirt was Tracy’s way of saying he was down and out—and worried sick about it. He never forgot that phrase. “Poor ol’ Matt,” he’d say. “I’ll never forget the look on his face that night, poor ol’ guy.”

That was Matt—always caring, always sensitive to everyone’s needs, even while presenting a macho image to his fans and friends.

Anything I could think of doing for him, I did. I made sure Graceland was always warm and inviting, with the lights turned low, as he preferred them, the temperature in his bedroom set to his exact desire (freezing), and the kitchen filled with the aroma of his favorite meals.

Every night before dinner was served, I came downstairs first, checked with the maids to see that his food was just the way he liked it—his mashed potatoes creamily whipped, plenty of cornbread, and his meat burnt to perfection. I always had candles on the dining room table to create a romantic atmosphere despite the fact that we always ate with several of the regulars.

I loved babying Matt. He had a little-boy quality that could bring out the mother instinct in any woman, a beguiling way of seeming utterly dependent. It was this aspect of his charm that made me want to hold him, shower him with affection, protect him, fight for him, and yes, even die for him. I went to extremes in taking care of him, from cutting his steak at dinner to making sure his water glass was always filled. I enjoyed pampering and spoiling him and found myself jealous of others vying for his attention and approval.

But I didn’t always receive his approval. If something went wrong with his dinner, Matt blew up. “Why isn’t this steak done? Why didn’t you make sure the maids cooked it right? If you’d have done your job, it wouldn’t have turned out like this.” Obviously something else was wrong, and I didn’t recognize it at the time. Because of the continuous pressures and problems in Matt’s life, all magnified by taking prescribed drugs, little things would set him off. I took responsibility for everything in his life and always took it all too personally.

I wanted to be with Matt as much as I could, but while going to the movies or the fairgrounds every night might have been a wonderful way for him to relax, it posed an enormous problem for me. Often I wouldn’t get home until 5 or 6 a.m., and I’d have to be at school two hours later. Sometimes I never went to sleep. When I did, I could barely make it out of bed. I would lie there trying to drum up the strength to face the day, Matt making it even harder by suggesting that I sleep in and cut classes. It would have been so easy to go along with his suggestion, but hanging over me was the agreement I’d made with my parents. They trusted me and even though I was letting them down, I still had to keep up the facade.

Day after day I drove to school, attended classes till noon, then returned to Graceland to slip back into bed and cuddle next to Matt, who was still sound asleep. When he awoke at 3 or 4 p.m., I might never have left his side for all he knew. I was there to give him his usual order of orange juice, a Spanish omelet, home-fried potatoes, a mere two pounds of bacon, and—first and foremost—his black coffee.

Everyone who knew Matt was aware that it took him at least two to three hours to wake up fully. Asking him to make a decision, even a simple one such as what movie he wanted to see that night, was ill-advised. He was just too groggy and irritable from the sleeping pills, which were causing him to sleep as many as fourteen hours a day. It seemed only natural for him to take some Dexedrine to wake up.

I was always concerned about his intake of sleeping pills. His horror of insomnia, compounded with a family history of compulsive worrying, caused him to down three or four Placidyls, Seconals, Quaaludes, or Tuinals almost every night—and often it was a combination of all four. When I expressed my concern, he just picked up the medical dictionary, always near at hand on his night table.

“In here is the explanation for every type of pill on the market, their ingredients, side effects, cures, everything about them,” he assured me. “There isn’t anything I can’t find out.”

It was true. He was always reading up on pills, always checking to see what was on the market, and which ones had received FDA approval. He referred to them by their medical names and knew all their ingredients. Like everyone else around him, I was impressed with his knowledge and certain that he was an expert. One would think he had a degree in pharmacology. He always assured me that he didn’t need pills, that he could never become dependent on them. This difference in opinion resulted in many serious confrontations; I always compromised my integrity and ended up taking his viewpoint.

I began taking sleeping pills and diet pills too. Two Placidyls for him and one for me. A Dexedrine for him and one for me. Eventually Matt’s consumption of pills seemed as normal to me as watching him eat a pound of bacon with his Spanish omelet. I routinely took “helpers” in order to get to sleep after wild rides at the fairgrounds or early-morning jam sessions. And I routinely took more “helpers” when I woke up in order to maintain the fast pace and, more importantly, to study for my final exams.

During the last month before finals, I started popping more dexies than before. They seemed to give me the energy I needed to get through classes and homework. Every free moment was devoted to cramming a whole semester’s work into a few weeks. But my concentration was scattered; the strain of life at Graceland had finally caught up with me.

I had already been warned by Sister Adrian that in order for me to graduate, I had to pass all my subjects. During a talk in her office, I wanted desperately to confide in her and explained how hard it was to maintain my grade level with the late hours I kept: But how could I tell that to a nun?

I had no real goals after graduation, but I did sometimes dream of becoming a dancer or possibly enrolling in an art academy. Now I realize that I was deeply influenced by Matt’s casual attitude toward continued schooling. He figured I didn’t need it and I agreed. Just being with him most of the time would provide an education—not to mention experience—that no school could give me. He wanted me to be his totally, free to go to him in an instant if he needed me.

That sounded great to me. I’d never planned on a future without Matt. Therefore, while my classmates were deciding which colleges to apply to, I was deciding which gun to wear with what sequined dress. I was tempted to say to Sister Adrian, “Oh, by the way, Sister, does gunmetal gray go with royal blue sequins?” With that attitude it was no surprise that I was still woefully unprepared for my most hated subject, algebra, the week before finals.

On the day of the test, I sat in the crowded classroom, hyper from downing a dexy, trying to work out the problems. Despite my effort, I knew there was no way I was going to pass. I started to panic. I had to graduate. I had an obligation to Matt and to my parents, who I knew would yank me out of Graceland the minute I failed this test. I glanced at the girl next to me—and at her completed test paper. It’s my last resort, I thought. I’m going for it. I was not willing to face the consequences of being sent home for failing this test.

Her name was Janet and she was a straight A student. I tapped her on the shoulder and flashed my brightest smile, whispering, “Are you a Matt fan?” Taken aback by my question, Janet nodded yes. “How would you like to come to one of his parties?” I asked.

“Are you kidding?” she replied. “I’d love to.”

“Well, I know a way that it can be arranged.”

I eyed her test paper and explained. Janet instantly grasped my dilemma and, without a word, slid her paper to the edge of her desk. Now I had a full view of her answers. I spent the rest of the hour furiously copying them down and I not only passed, but I got an A on that test.

I hadn’t expected Matt to make much of my graduation. His attitude was, “A diploma’s not that important; life’s experiences are.” But to my surprise, he really looked forward to it and arranged to have a big party for our friends after the ceremony. There he presented a beautiful red Corvair, my first car.

On the big night he was like a proud parent. Nervous about what he should wear to the ceremony, he finally settled on a dark blue suit, and I put on my navy blue gown. I couldn’t possibly keep the cap on over that mass of teased hair.

Matt had a limo waiting for us out front. But there was one problem: I did not want him to come to the actual ceremony. It would attract a lot of attention, and all eyes would be focused on him instead of the graduating seniors.

Finally I worked up enough courage to ask him to wait outside, and explained why. Smiling his funny little grin, the one that came to his lips when he was hurt or upset, he agreed without hesitation. “I hadn’t thought about that,” he said. “I won’t come in. I’ll just be outside in the car waiting for you. That way I’ll kinda be there.”

And that was what he did. I accepted my diploma with mixed emotions. I would have loved for him to have been watching, but only I knew what a physical, emotional, and mental strain it had been to get that piece of paper. To me, it represented freedom, freedom to stay out until dawn if I wanted and sleep all day if I wanted. It represented freedom from my school uniform and from the teasing the entourage subjected me to every time they caught me in it trying to sneak past them at Graceland. I was a big girl playing in the big leagues.

As soon as I could get away, I ran outside. In front of the church, Matt and the boys were standing by the long black limo, looking like the Chicago Mafia in their dark glasses and suits, each concealing a.38. Around them a group of nuns were clamoring for Matt’s autograph.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd. This material may be protected by copyright.

a/n - so cute🎀

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Return To Sender : Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,908

Writers Note: Alright so here's part 2! Once again dedicated to @sissylittlefeather Sorry if twos a little short

Warning: Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis / OC x Jerry

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

Chapter 1

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Memphis August 1968

"Jerry Schilling..."

"Natalya Dyer." She removed the cigarette from her mouth, "Nice to meet you," He smiled at her as she nodded, "Likewise." Natalya heard footsteps, which made her focus on the door, "Mama!" was all she heard as her son came charging towards her with the force of a bull. Jerry looked at her and then at her son as he smiled, "I'll let you handle that." He exited the door. Jerry thought she was pretty, but he was sure she wouldn't even be interested. Besides, she probably already had a husband.

 "Yes, Jer- Bear?"

"Can I go ride golf carts with my friends?" Jericho's eyes got huge, like a puppy. She thought about it from a mother's standpoint on how dangerous it could be, but she remembered she trusted that the Presley family, like any parent, would keep their kids safe. Of course, she also thought he'd be playing with the kids of Elvis and Cecelia, which in its own right was odd in its way, "Please, mama!"

"Oh, alright," She ruffled his blonde hair and kissed his forehead, "But be careful! You have school tomorrow!"

"I'll be okay!" He ran upstairs as she followed him up. 

"El..." Cecelia laughed as she felt him kissing her neck, 

"Hmmm..."

"I can't make dinner if you're seducin me." She chuckled, "Then Birdie can make dinner." He whispered,

 "Birdie's got the week off," She smirked, 

"But, baby,what'cha want me to do..." He pouted as Cecelia nudged him. 

"Let me cook." She turned to face him to kiss him. Elvis picked her up and placed her on the countertop. He kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks, then her nose and her lips again with a sweet hunger as she blushed, 

"What's wrong, Satnin..." He asked,

"You have a way of makin' me fall deeper in love with you every day." She whispered as she pulled him closer to her. 

"You love me, huh honey," 

"Mhmm," Cecelia kissed his cheeks, then his hands, 

"Do have anymore Mai Ta-" Natalya began to walk off as Cecelia and Elvis broke apart,

 "We do!" She flattened out her pants as Natayla laughed,

 "If you two were gonna make out, I could sit in the dining room." 

"We weren't going to do that," Elvis mumbled, 

"Mhmm..." Natalya chuckled, "You know I was thinking about that magazine proposition you two mentioned and..." 

"And..." Cecelia said,

"I wanna work on my first article, and..."

"You want us as your lab rats?" Elvis suggested as he leaned against the counter. Cecelia handed her another Mai Tai as Natayla sipped it, 

"Nothing like being a kissin cousin to a ripe pineapple." She joked as Elvis couldn't hold his laughter in, "Alright, but none of those raunchy questions about my-" Cecelia nudged him again, "Of course not, I want the world to get to understand you two as like a couple, not the stars you know." Cecelia nodded,

"I'd like that," Elvis smiled, 

"Cool, so uh... anything I can do while i'm interviewing?"

"You can help cook," Cecelia gave her a knife and a cutting board. Natalya began to cut onions. She thought of her first question, 

"So what was it like being an interracial couple in the 50s versus now?"

"Well... Should I answer first or you?" Elvis asked Cecelia as she shrugged, seasoning up the steak, 

"I'll answer," Cecelia smiled,

 "Honestly... It's hard. There's not much of a it was, you know. My fans didn't mind it, but when it came to the elders..." Cecelia sighed, "I was ridiculed and called a traitor to my race,"

"We tried to hide it, but our love was too strong to hide." Natalya caught his glance as she alternated from chopping to writing, "I mean, I-It was rough when we had the twins, the uh press askin if they'd be dark or fair," Natalya could tell that angered him, "It didn't matter none to me as long as they were healthy, because love ain't color, it ain't creed, it's a feelin'." He smiled, 

"Oh, Elvis..."

"Hmm?"

"Are the greens missin somethin?" Cecelia asked as he ate them, 

"tomatoes..." He grinned, 

"You and your tomatoes," The pair laughed as Natalya chuckled, "It was like that with my son," Natalya mentioned, "He's half Seminole, so a lot of speculation on why he's got blonde hair and blue eyes, unlike me."

"Hell, we got Cherokee in us." Cecelia smiled. Natalya grinned as she began to feel at home around them,

 "I'm a natural blonde," Elvis added, 

"So what made you two fall for each other?" 

"Her soul."

"His heart," She put the steaks in the oven, 

"Explain that, please."  

"Elvis has a heart of pure heaven, not even gold. He doesn't like to see anyone sad or struggling. Instead, he tries to be an angel on earth," Cecelia looked over her shoulder, "He's my angel on earth. He's so damn funny and," Cecelia chuckled, "He's makin' faces, isn't he?" Natalya nodded, ratting him out, 

"What can I say? Her soul brings out the best in me." He held her, "When I'm here with her, I'm not Elvis the star. I'm Elvis, her best friend, her husband, the father of our children, the man who comes home with messy hair and his shoes off,"

"The pain in my ass, but my joy, my refugee, my home," She looked at him lovingly, "Your green beans are burnin'" He smirked as she puffed out her cheeks, "See, there's the pain in my ass part." She joked,

"Oh, you love it." He smacked her butt as Cecelia blushed. 

"Did the twins change anything in your relationship?" Natalya asked. She remembered when she had Jericho, and her ex-husband couldn't even look at her for long. It was like the love in her ex-husband's eyes was vanishing. 

"The first few years were fine..." Elvis smiled, "But when they started growin older..."

"We started hitting a dry spell." Cecelia leaned against the counter, 

"A dry spell? You two?!" Natalya gasped, "No!"

"Yeah! It was bad Cece was holdin out, and I wanted to put in,"

"Or I wanted to put in, and El here was holdin out." 

"So, how'd you two fix it?"  

"We learned to listen, never go to bed angry at each other, and to kiss while makin' up."Elvis chuckled,

 "We also learned we've got a temper. And it gets in the way, every couple fights, but how you win the battle is what matters." She could see the pure admiration they had for each other. It was what Natalya wanted. Someone who'd look at her with a twinkle brighter than any star.

"Any advice to anyone finding love again?"

"Correction, don't go finding love, find a friend."

"A best friend." Cecelia nuzzled his nose, 

"You two are so sweet." The plates were made, and everyone was sitting down as Jesse reached for a role, Cecelia glaring at him 

"Not until we say grace..." 

"But mama..." Jesse tried batting his baby blues,

"Mind your mama," Elvis suggested. Even Natalya had to agree Elvis was very sexy, even as a dad, 

"Okay..." 

"You know, daddy! Today, I learned at school...How to count by 10, but then Jesse got stuck on 2x2 because he was talkin in class!" She smirked, her curly hair bouncing with every word she said, 

"And who was he talking to?" 

"Jericho." 

"Nu-uh!" Jesse stuck his tongue out, "Right, Jericho..." Jericho was blushing as he looked at Elaine, his mother noticing, "You're pretty..." Elaine's lip curled up like her father's. In disgust as she said, 

"You've got germs."

"I do not have germs!" Jericho huffed,

"Do too!"

"Do not!

"Do too!"

"Do-"

"Hey uh I'm heading home for the-"

"UNCLE JERRY!" Elaine and Jesse ran toward him as Jericho looked at his mother, her eyes on his, "Night." He mumbled, picking up his God niece and Nephew, 

"Say Jerry you like kids right?"Elvis asked as he was saying goodnight, 

"I mean I like your kids." The Memphis bachelor said back,

"That sounds... wrong as hell..." Natalya mentioned as Cecelia chuckled, 

"I didn't uhm mean it like that Mrs. Dyer." He blushed getting shy again, "Can I get you another Mai Tai?"

"Yes, you can."Elvis grinned getting invested in whatever was stirring up in front of him. 

"Actually gotta get this little one to bed," Sleep had hit Jericho as he was nodding off on his plate, 

"You two can stay over!"

"El, I'm sure she wants to go home..." 

"But..." He pleaded, and whispered, "I'm playin' Cupid." he smiled as Cecelia chuckled, 

"Besides when have I ever been wrong..."

"Well..." 

"Go 'head name a time..." 

"That damn monkey Scatter..."

"Scatter was fun!"

"Scatter wore my bra on his head, and let's not forget what I caught him doing with my favorite dress..."  

"Well... Uhm, may I walk you to your car?" Jerry offered. Natalya nodded, "That would be nice," she picked Jericho up as Jerry opened the door for her,

 "Great... now He's heavy," Natalya huffed, 

"Mind if I..." Jerry asked, 

"That would be kind." She smiled as he picked him up, 

"See who's stupid now!"

"Still you cupid." She chuckled, as they raced to the door to watch, "Your husband must be worried." Jerry spoke as Natalya chuckled, 

"My husband hasn't been worried about me in years." Trying to laugh off the heartache, 

"I'm sorry."

 "Ah, no need. He was a bastard." She shrugged, "What broke you two apart?" He kept walking as she sighed, "He wanted a trophy wife, and I wanted my husband to be a husband, " Natalya sighed, remembering how he'd come home late smelling of Whiskey and cheap perfume, "I'm sorry that happened to you."

 "You can give a man your life, and it still ain't enough." She looked at him. Jerry placed Jericho in the car as he looked at Natalya. She was strong, beautiful, witty, and charming and he had to know more. He had to see her again, he wanted to, 

"It's a shame he left a woman like you all alone."

"Well, he wanted to stick his dick in anything that wasn't me, especially after our son was born." She mentioned, taking a cigarette out as he took his lighter and lit it for her. 

"Thanks, Mr. Schilling."

"Of course, Ms. Dyer" 

"Please call me Natalya." 

"I'd like to call you some time if that's okay," Jerry smirked, remembering he had some of his flirtatiousness in him, 

"Was that too strong?"

"Not at all, but maybe we should start as friends." Remembering the advice given to her, "If that's okay with you, I'm still adjusting and-"

"I could show you around Memphis," He added, "The best restaurants everything," 

"I'll think about it." she took out her keys as he opened her door for her

"Well if you think about it and change your mind, meet me at Valmos Sound."

"Isn't that in Nashville?" She questioned, 

"Yeah, but it's three hours," He smirked as she felt her knees go weak, "Whadya say?"

"Oh alright..." She laughed, "But don't you dare try anything."

"I would never try anything with a friend." He smiled as he closed her car door. Driving off, the radio was playing Love Me Tender, she then groaned as she changed it again, and Can't Help Falling in Love was playing,

 "Fuck this.."

"Debuting on W.H.B.Q. Cecelia Presley's new hit To Be Loved." 

"God what did I do to deserve this!" She sighed,

SHOULD I MAKE PART 3?

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

It Hurts Me

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor RPF, 

Pairing: Jerry Schilling x Reader, Elvis Presley x Reader

Characters: Jerry Schilling, Reader, You, Elvis Presley, Joe Esposito

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 7849

Summary: It hurts me to see him treat you, the way that he does.

Tags/Warnings: Cheating, Established Relationship, Reader Has A Name, Second Person POV, Marriage, Implied Cheating, Kissing, Sex, Hurt, Angst, Song Fic, Betrayal, Guilt,

Notes:  I just have this thing for Jerry Schilling k?

ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE

Thunk.

As the refrigerator door swung shut Jerry sighed, already missing the cool breeze it had been circulating around his lower half as he’d held it open. He’d forgotten how hot it could get out here, the heat of the desert not staved off by the cooling ocean breeze like it was Los Angeles and given that he’d been based there for the past few months he’d gotten used to the climate. In fact, he’d gotten used to everything in L.A. He liked working through the week and having the weekends to himself. He liked going on a morning run or hanging out at the beach. He liked the normalcy of it all. It wasn’t that Palm Springs didn’t have its perks of course, actually, having missed this run in Vegas had made him feel a tad left out, it was just that he’d gotten used to the little life he had going.

Still, when Elvis had called him yesterday evening and asked him to meet him and the guys in Palm Springs for a last hoorah after finishing another successful residency he couldn't refuse and had even begged his boss to let him leave early and come in late on Monday morning which fortunately he’d agreed to. Which is how he’d ended up standing in the kitchen of Elvis’ Palm Springs home trying to will the sweat that had gathered around his neck away with the touch of an ice-cold can of beer. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink now considering most of the guys would probably have started to ease into the weekend the minute they climbed on the plane but still it felt awkward to start the party by himself. Coming from LA instead of Vegas had meant that he had been the first one to arrive so he was happy to hear the sounds of someone coming through from the garage even if it didn’t sound rowdy enough to be his friends.

He wondered who it could be, waiting for the culprit to work their way through the house towards the kitchen, and he was surprised when you rounded the door looking surprised to find him standing there, beer in hand.

‘Oh hey,’ you said scanning around to see that he was in fact on his own.

‘Hey,’ he replied.

‘Is it just you?’ you asked coming forward into the room.

‘Yeah, drove up this afternoon,’ Jerry said taking a sip.

‘Oh, yeah of course,’ you mumbled suddenly remembering he wasn’t part of the touring group anymore. You didn’t know how you’d forgotten though; Elvis had reminded you enough times, constantly explaining how he was happy for his friend but still felt a tad abandoned he had chosen to go down his own path. As Jerry explained they’d be arriving any time, moving to get you a drink from the fridge without asking, you watched him. His hair was a shade or two lighter, sun-washed, and his skin had a healthy glow to it – the kind that came when you weren’t locked away in a studio, hotel or movie set. He looked good.

‘So, I didn’t know you were comin’,’ he said as he handed you a soda which you took with a thankful smile.

‘Well it was a last-minute thing,’ you shrugged, knowing that this would appease him. Everything your husband did seemed to be last minute so it wouldn’t surprise him if Elvis had called you up and asked you to hop on a plane ASAP. Yet that wasn’t what had happened. With his shows ending in Vegas, you’d anticipated a call anytime but the one that had come hadn’t been one to invite you to join him. It had been one that told you your reunion would only occur next week despite already having spent eight weeks apart. It had crushed you and so you had arranged a flight to Palm Springs knowing that’s where he would be headed.

‘Well the more the merrier,’ Jerry smiled though it disappeared as he heard his name called somewhere in the house.

‘Jer ya here?!’ you heard Elvis’ dulcet tones yell out coming ever closer as he headed towards Jerry’s response.

‘In here,’ Jerry replied in something just lower than a shout.

‘Thought I saw your car in the driveway,’ Elvis said as he appeared in the doorway though his face fell as he noticed you standing there, ‘Cassie?’

‘Hey,’ you said putting your soda down and moving over to him quickly, hoping that if you threw yourself into his arms it would override his senses long enough he wouldn’t get mad at you for disobeying him.

‘Hey,’ he mumbled as your lips met his, your arms wrapping around his neck as he held you to him on muscle memory alone. Though as he pulled back he still looked confused muttering, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I came to see you,’ you said cheerily hoping he’d join your spirits.

‘I thought we were seeing each other Monday?’ he said. It was posed like a question but the tone that laced it was one of accusation.

‘I know but I was flying this way anyway and you were done in Vegas,’ you said airily, running your fingers along his sideburns and down his cheek. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, that going against what he said often didn’t end up going the way you wanted it, but you remained hopeful your campaign would soften him so you added, ‘It's been eight weeks…don’t you want to see me?’

‘Of course I do,’ Elvis replied tightly as his eyes flicked towards where Jerry was standing. Jerry dropped his gaze, suddenly interested in his beer can more than what was going on in front of him, ‘it’s just I planned for us to see each other on Monday. I promised the guys a weekend…y’know just guys.’

‘Oh,’ you said quietly. You had hoped that showing up here would’ve meant he’d be forced to keep you around but your plan had backfired and now he was going to rake you over the hot coals in front of his friend making you feel like the fool you were.

‘It’s just that they’ve worked hard ya know? They deserve to let some steam off before we go back to normal,’ Elvis said his thumb rubbing reassuring circles against your back though they did nothing to comfort you and nothing to make you sound any less pathetic as you mumbled, ‘I wouldn’t be in the way.’

‘And what about the other wives? They’ve all been apart too,’ Elvis reasoned moving to brush your hair from your face, an act that would force you to look him in the eye, any resolve or defiance crumbling as he gave you his most crafted sympathetic look. One that meant you were still in the shit but you weren’t going to feel as though it was his fault.

‘Right,’ you agreed cursing yourself for how easily it worked. After all, he had been straight with you and you’d chosen to run the risk of coming anyway.

‘If it was up to me I’d have you stay,’ he said pressing a kiss to your forehead.

‘No I get it,’ you said, ‘it’s fine.’

‘When I get back home on Monday we can do whatever you want okay? Just me and you how’s that sound?’ he asked watching you expectantly as you nodded. Once he could see he was off the hook he leant down, capturing your lips once again as he held your face with each of his large hands but when you pulled back you could feel tears stinging in your eyes so you pulled away from him, mumbling something about needing to freshen up to which he agreed, telling you he’d ask Joe to get some flights sorted as soon as possible.

You didn’t say anything and instead fled to the safety of the house and he watched you go making sure you were well out of the way before he sighed and rested back against the counter. Jerry remained silent, knowing that it was better to wait for him to give the temperature of the room before he dove in.

‘What the hell was she thinkin’,’ Elvis sighed.

‘What?’ Jerry said.

‘Comin’ here,’ Elvis said as if it was self-explanatory.

‘Guess she missed you,’ Jerry mused.

‘Oh don’t you start,’ Elvis said rolling his eyes. Jerry knew it was probably foolish to bait him like this, but he had been watching how your face fell the moment he had let you down even if he had done it gently. And he didn’t know if it was the fact he’d been out of the group for a while, looking at their antics from the outside in, but it didn’t seem fair. After all, he knew what it was like to miss Elvis, even as just a friend, he didn’t blame you for not wanting to be left out.

‘I’m just sayin’ it could be worse,’ Jerry shrugged, ‘she could’ve forgotten who you were.’

‘Like you you mean?’ Elvis said. It was an unnecessary barb and it didn’t serve any other purpose than making Jerry’s jaw tighten.

‘I’m here aren’t I?’ Jerry challenged.

‘Yeah, and you ain’t been out to Vegas once the whole time we’ve been there. What could your boss not spare ya? You CEO now or sumthin’?’ Elvis joked though it teetered on the edge of venomous.

‘Can’t be takin’ liberties,’ Jerry joked though it was terser than intended. He knew Elvis hadn’t taken his news about his new job well but he had been understanding enough.

‘Straight and narrow huh?’ Elvis said raising his eyebrow. Jerry was going to respond, make some quip about how anything would be straighter than working for Elvis but it was caught short as Joe appeared, no doubt wondering where Elvis had got to.

‘Ah just the man,’ Elvis said straightening up, ‘I need a favour.’

‘Sure thing,’ Joe agreed.

‘I need you to book a flight to LA for me,’ he said.

‘How come?’ Joe asked just as you reappeared in the doorway. He looked at you and then Elvis, putting everything together himself without help, ‘Uh sure two minutes.’

‘You okay?’ Elvis asked grabbing your hand and pulling you into him stopping you from lingering. It seemed that his reluctance had melted away though you wondered if that was because he was sure he wouldn’t have to deal with you for long.

‘Fine,’ you lied.

‘Joe’s just checkin’ on flights for ya,’ Elvis said pressing a kiss into your temple earning a weak smile from you in return. Jerry watched on, saying nothing, though he could see the hurt lingering behind your eyes. He was only torn away from looking at you when Joe reappeared and said, ‘uh slight problem.’

‘What is it?’ Elvis said straightening up.

‘No flights to LA. They’re all booked up,’ Joe said glancing irately at you as if it was your fault he had to be the bearer of bad news.

‘None?’ Elvis asked.

‘Might be a cancellation but it’ll mean hanging around just in case,’ Joe said.

‘Shit,’ Elvis grumbled, ‘what are we gonna do?’

He seemed to be thinking and you watched feeling your stomach churn. There was a simple solution, you stay here with him like any normal couple would do after eight weeks apart, but no he was racking his brains trying to think of how to get rid of you. It made sorrow wash through you.

‘I’ll take her,’ Jerry said making all eyes snap towards him and that sadness inside you turn to nerves.

‘What?’ Elvis asked and for a moment Jerry wondered why he’d said it at all. Maybe it was the irritation of Elvis treating anyone who disobeyed him as a second-class citizen. Maybe it was just because you looked broken – holding it together whilst he was present.

‘I’ll take her,’ he reiterated before he added with a shrug, ‘who knows how long it’ll be before she gets a flight.’

‘It’s alright,’ you mumbled, ‘I can wait at the airport.’

‘Yeah I’m sure there’ll be a cancellation at some point,’ Joe reasoned.

‘It’s fine,’ Jerry said placing his can down on the counter.

‘It’s like a four-hour round trip,’ Elvis said. You were watching him closely, watching as his eyes narrowed at his friend’s generosity. You didn’t know why. After all if he wanted you gone you didn’t see why he wouldn’t be jumping at the idea of getting rid of you sooner rather than later.

‘I don’t mind besides once I’m on a decent stretch of highway I’ll make the time up I bet,’ Jerry replied. At that Elvis relaxed and you realised his reluctance wasn’t about you at all. It was that Jerry was once again willing to miss out on the action. To put him second.

That made your stomach churn once more. After that you barely registered what was happening. There was a brief interlude of Elvis giving his thanks to his friend and then promises that were meant to reassure you though they didn’t. Nothing did. Not the way he kissed you goodbye. Not the squeeze he gave your hand as he helped you into Jerry’s car. Not the way he stopped to wave you goodbye before he headed back into the house.

Nothing quelled that feeling of foolishness inside you. You were a fool. A fool to let him do as he pleased. A fool to forgive and forget every time that it happened. A fool to cling to the idea that maybe, just maybe, he’d put you first.

‘You can let it out if you want,’ Jerry said eventually snapping you from your thoughts though when you looked up you were now on a sparse span of desert signalling you had been driving for longer than you had anticipated. You looked towards him and found him watching you expectantly, barely having to glance at the road given it was straight and empty as far as the eye could see.

‘What?’ you asked irritably.

‘Call him out,’ he said as if it were obvious, ‘it’s alright. I understand.’

‘Why would I do that?’ you snapped which made him look back to the road, evidently not prepared for your abrasiveness. If anything you didn’t understand it yourself. Elvis had hurt you and it would make sense for you to call him for it. In fact, out of all the boys Jerry was probably one of the ones to do it in front of as he was not liable to go running straight to him.

‘Well, aren’t you pissed? I mean you’ve come all this way and he’s kicked you to the curb-'

‘He has not kicked me to the curb,’ you said angrily making him shrink back in his seat though he did glance at you before looking back at the stretch of concrete in front of him.

‘Okay,’ he mumbled, ‘sorry.’

‘Why have you got something to say?’ you asked as your irritation bubbled.

‘No,’ Jerry said. He knew he should’ve kept well alone. He’d had dipped his toe in the water hoping to find something amiable to swim in, somewhere he could air his own frustrations about his friend with someone feeling just as annoyed, but he had found it to be bitterly cold and yet he couldn’t stop himself from saying, ‘it’s just…even for his track record this is pretty shitty.’

‘His track record?’ you asked unable to fathom why you were acting as though your husband's indiscretions were coming as a shock to you.

‘Oh come on Cassie are you gonna pretend you think all his behaviour is spectacular?’ he said feeling his own frustration mounting as you scowled at him.

‘I never said that,’ you muttered looking out of the window.

‘I’m just sayin' me and the guys-' he started but that was enough to snap your head back towards him as you replied, ‘Oh so you all talk about me is that it?’

‘No, of course not,’ he sighed.

‘So come on what do you say?’ you said ignoring his protests.

‘It’s not like that,’ he said glancing at you before he continued, ‘all I’m saying is there are some times when I don’t understand why you put up with it.’

‘So I’m an idiot?’ you said. You knew were being unreasonable now but your irritation had bubbled over and instead of spilling out on yourself or Elvis, whom you were truly mad at, it released onto the only person nearby.

‘No I didn’t mean it like that,’ Jerry said but you weren’t in the mood to listen.

‘Well, you shouldn’t mean anything because my relationship is of no concern to anyone but me and Elvis got it? What we do is up to us no one else okay?’ you said huffily, folding your arms across your chest as you looked away from him.

‘Fine, okay, sorry,’ he mumbled.

‘Yeah well just leave me alone,’ you snapped.

And with that the pair of you fell silent. You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed on the towns and stretches of desert that passed outside your window though you could feel him glancing at you every so often. Eventually the silence must’ve become too much for him as you heard him fiddle with the radio, letting a country station play through the airwaves, doing nothing to cut the tension. You didn’t know why you had snapped at him. If anything he was your opportunity to speak about your hurt without being judged. And he had a point. Though you loved your husband you couldn’t deny the way he treated you didn’t always feel right. Of course when you were together it was wonderful but those days were becoming further apart – distance being put between the pair of you though never by your choice.

Whether it was a comfort to know that others had noticed it too you weren’t too sure. Not that it mattered. No one would ever question his motives and if it came down to it you doubted anyone would side in your corner if you challenged him. But then again how could you expect them to? You couldn’t even do it yourself. You loved him too much.

You hoped beyond hope that at every turn he’d make the right choice and when he didn’t you let him, convincing yourself it didn’t matter, it was justified. That’s why what Jerry had said had hurt so much. Not because you were mad at him but because he reminded you of just how pitiful you were. 

At that you calmed, glancing over to him for the first time in an age. He was looking straight out at the road, his fingers tapping along to the music though they faltered in rhythm as he looked your way and found you watching him. You smiled at him apologetically and he returned it before looking back to the road in front of him. Neither of you spoke but there the air was thinner as you drove on towards home.

✵✵✵

‘We’re here,’ Jerry said stirring you from the slumber you had fallen into as you passed through Pomona. It hadn't been a ridiculously long drive but given the flight, the fight and the disappointment you had packed into your day it wasn’t a surprise you had felt fatigued.

‘Thanks,’ you said as you sat up, noticing you were now in the driveway of your Beverley Hills home.

‘Isn’t anyone here?’ Jerry asked looking at the house in front of him only to find there were no lights on and given that it was dark now it resembled more of a silhouette against the lights of the valley.

‘I told them not to bother coming till Monday,’ you said sheepishly. It was your own fault for assuming all would go well and it should’ve been you who was embarrassed yet it didn’t stop Jerry from flushing and saying, ‘Right, yeah.’

He paused for a moment as did you, both of you wondering whether or not to address the elephant in the room or to let it go, bury it under the rug like most disagreements in your life. But as he looked at you barely lit from the far away street lamps he couldn’t help but want to apologise. Even if it wasn’t just him you deserved an apology from.

‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten involved it’s nothing to do with me or anyone else,’ he said.

‘No it’s not,’ you agreed though you couldn’t blame them for it. If anything you were curious about it and though you knew it whatever answer he gave you would probably sting you asked him anyway, ‘Does everyone really talk about it?’

‘Nah it’s not like that,’ he said feeling guilty at the way your cheeks pinked up at the thought.

‘What is it like then?’ you asked. Jerry paused. He looked apprehensive, like a politician who had just been handed a career-ending question and was deciding the best way to phrase their response. It made you brace yourself.

‘Well I mean most of them don’t see an issue with it…I mean they’re doin’ similar things…,’ he said, making your chest tighten at the idea of what the boys could be up to, though you suspected you already knew. He registered your silence but he felt the need to continue anyway. He felt as though you needed at least one person to be honest with you tonight, ’but I guess it just hurts me to see you upset and cryin’ over him when he’s sittin' pretty in Palm Springs.’

Once he was no longer speaking silence descended on the two of you, thoughts swirling around your brain that you couldn’t put into order quickly enough to form a response. He hung on, fiddling with a small gash in the leather of the steering wheel as you watched him before you uttered a small, ‘wow.’

‘What?’ he asked. Of all the responses he had been expecting reverent awe wasn’t one of them. In fact, he was half expecting you to tear him a new one, even though you’d asked, and for you to storm off into the house leaving him to curse his honesty on the long drive back to the party.

‘I guess…I guess I’ve never heard anyone call him out like that before,’ you admitted truthfully. It wasn’t that Elvis couldn’t take criticism, it was just that it was never certain of how it was going to land and so over time people had stopped, preferring to take the easy way out. You supposed that was you too in some ways.

‘Yeah well I know what’s right and well, it ain’t right,’ Jerry said, shifting in his seat as if he had overstepped but he was an honest man and he wasn’t going to take something he meant back just because it was uncomfortable.

‘Well thanks for caring,’ you said with a gloomy smile.

‘Yeah, well,’ he said noncommittally.

It was odd to watch him and as you mulled over his words you felt yourself feeling odder still. He had been criticising Elvis but the more you thought about it the more it felt as well, more than that. As if it wasn’t Elvis he was bothered about, it was you. And with those thoughts swirling around your brain you found the words tripping off your tongue without you telling them to.

‘What did you mean,’ you said, his brows knitting together as you spoke, ‘when you said it hurts you.’

‘What?’ Jerry replied quietly, a barely visible tinge of pink christening his tanned face.

‘You said it hurts you…to see me upset,’ you said shifting in your seat so that you were watching him closely for any flicker of emotion that might tell you what he was thinking.

‘Did I?’ he said airily moving back from you, his fingers returning their assault on the leather of the steering wheel, picking at it nervously.

‘Yeah,’ you said firmly. It had been just a nonsensical thing, an innocent question asked, floated in the air expecting a simple answer in return but the way he was acting now made it come alive. It made that silly notion turn into all you could think of. Yet he wasn’t responding. He’d breathed life into your notions and then refused to engage with them, forcing you to put your hand on his, stopping him from fiddling with something unimportant and look towards you, despair in his eyes.

‘Cassie,’ he grumbled.

‘What?’ you asked unable to let it go, ‘I mean why do you care?’

‘We’re friends?’ he asked finally looking at you as you searched his face, unable to believe that was the reason.

‘So?’ you replied.

‘So what?’ he asked. He was getting nervous now, wondering why he’d even bothered to open his mouth. And if he was being honest he didn’t know why it hurt him. Why seeing you pretending to be okay, to put on a good show, made his heart ache. It always had but he’d pushed it aside, pretended because it wasn’t his place to get involved, but now he didn’t know how he could do that. Not when you were watching him, baiting him into saying something he might regret.

‘Does it hurt with the others?’ you asked.

‘What?’ he asked confused.

‘Joanie, Pat,’ you said, uttering your friend's names as if that would get him to be truthful. As if bringing them into the mix would get him to admit whatever he was holding back.

‘Just leave it okay?’ he sighed.

‘Do they hurt?’ you asked again though this time he pulled back moving to open his car door but you rushed forward, practically clambering over him so you could yank it shut again. Your ideas weren’t just waves idling lapping along the shore now. They were tsunamis, great floods that consumed every thought inside your brain, trying to cling to anything that might make you feel as though everything was still the same. Though from the look on his face when he pulled back you doubted it would be.

‘Cassie,’ he said practically begging for you to stop but you didn’t. You couldn’t.

‘Do they hurt?’ you asked again in a whisper. He closed his eyes, thinking for a moment before he said just as quietly, ‘No.’

‘So why me?’ you asked.

As his eyes met yours you could see it. Everything clicking into place. He cared about you, more than either of you had seemed to realise. In fact at that moment, as you thought about your husband enjoying himself without you as he had been for the last eight weeks, you thought about how he might be the only one that did. And before you could stop yourself, before you could tell your body not to you found yourself moving forward, your lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. He didn’t respond at first, his body took by surprise but then you found his lips moving against yours as his hand moved to your face, caressing the soft skin there. After a moment he came to his senses, pulling back and leaving you breathless.

You watched him, the pair of you just as confused and stunned as one another, but then you found yourself moving back in. You didn’t want to think of anything else. You didn’t want to think about Elvis, about the hurt and anguish he put you through, how he was probably miles away doing the same thing. You wanted to feel loved, cared about, the way Jerry had spoken of you. You wanted him to show it, to have someone happy to see you for once.

As you kissed you found your hands moving to the buttons on his shirt, working quickly as your mouth followed down the path of flesh they were leaving in their wake. Jerry groaned as your mouth suckled on a spot near the base of his neck, your hand ghosting down his front and making his dick twitch in response. Yet as you giggled, that obscenely cute giggle, the one he’d heard countless times before whenever Elvis had said something to make you laugh he was pulled from the moment.

‘We can’t,’ he mumbled as he tried to keep himself level-headed, ‘we shouldn’t. He’s my best friend, oh fuck.’

Though you could hear his mumblings, his pleas for you to feel as guilty as he was, but you couldn’t force yourself to. You needed this, him, in order to convince yourself you were cared about. That someone loved you, if only for a night. And it was more than that. You needed him to prove you weren’t pathetic. That you weren’t the fool everyone thought you were.

‘We shouldn’t,’ he said, ‘I mean we can’t right?’

‘Jer,’ you said finally pulling back to look at him, his blue eyes large and frantic as he looked down on you. It was ironic that you were desperate not to feel pathetic given that you couldn’t make your voice sound like anything but a plea, ‘Please?’

✵✵✵

You wondered how you’d got here. How your day had gone from hopping on a plane to surprise your husband had somehow ended up with you lying here, nestled in his best friend’s arms, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat under your ear as he slept. How had it happened? How had your life become so bent of shape that you felt driven into another man's arms? You also wondered how it didn’t feel entirely horrible. How you didn’t want to peel yourself away, scrub the night from your skin and beg Jerry to pretend it never happened. And as he stirred, noting you in his arms with a sleepy grin he found he didn’t want to do that either.

You lay there, watching as he pushed sleep from his eyes before his gaze fell on you, the worry of last night not present as he mumbled, ‘Morning.’

‘Morning,’ you said, unable to hate how relaxed your voice was.

‘You been up a while?’ he yawned.

‘Not too long,’ you said, allowing your fingers to dance lazily along his chest before he moved his hand to yours. Before you could say anything further though the pair of you were startled as the beside phone rang, cutting through your sleepy haze and bringing you back to a harsher reality as you scrambled across him to pick it up as if the phone itself had caught you.

‘Hello?’ you said a touch breathless from the shock and exertion you’d forced upon yourself in the mere moments it had taken you to answer.

‘Cass?’ Elvis’ voice rang out clear as a bell into your ear causing the first wave of guilt you’d felt that morning to wash over you. A wave that grew stronger as you looked at Jerry, finding him watching you closely as you said, ‘E? What are you calling for?’

‘Why are you expecting someone else?’ he chuckled making you close your eyes unable to look at Jerry who’d now gotten all the details of the mystery caller and was watching you uncertainly.

‘Course not,’ you said injecting as much faux joviality into your voice as possible. Something that made Elvis’ reply sound curious as he said, ‘Something the matter?’

‘No, why?’ you said attempting to make it flow more naturally as you said, ‘What’s up?’

‘Nuthin’, just checking you got back alright,’ he said making that guilt flood you once more.

‘Oh yeah fine,’ you replied.

‘Good, good,’ he said clearing his throat in the way that told you he had more to say, he was just contemplating how to say it, ‘uh, you ain’t seen Jer have you?’

‘Jer?’ you asked glancing at the man in question, still pinned beneath you, his bare skin on yours.

‘Yeah, he uh, he didn’t come back last night. I’m worried,’ he said. And just as quickly as the guilt had come to you, rushing in like a tide, it ebbed out leaving your body with only irritation and anger in its wake. This wasn’t about you. He hadn’t called to make sure you were okay, to ensure that after kicking you out last night you’d made it home. No, he was worried about Jerry. About the fact his little boy's club had been disbanded prematurely. Jerry seemed to notice the change in your demeanour as you pulled back, sitting up in the bed as you said, ‘Oh, uh, yeah he’s here. His car broke down about a half hour after he left so he came back. I told him he could crash here and have it looked at this morning.’

‘Ah okay well uh tell him I’ll see him later,’ Elvis said, unable to hear the lies for what they were as they fell effortlessly out of your mouth. It surprised you that after so long together he didn’t know you well enough to know when you weren’t being honest with him. Though you supposed he never took the time to look close enough to figure it out. Or that unlike you he hadn't had enough reference material to realise when the other was spinning a web.

‘Will do,’ you said politely though you could feel the sneer on your face as you did.

‘Okay, bye honey,’ he replied.

‘Bye,’ you said, not bothering with niceties as you moved to slam the phone back to where it was.

Jerry, who had remained quiet throughout, sat up watching you closely as he said, ‘You alright?’

‘Fine,’ you said, ‘breakfast?’

And without waiting for him you scrambled up off the bed, grabbing the robe that was hanging off the back of the door as you walked out of the room and towards the kitchen. Jerry was up in a flash to follow you, scrambling to grab any piece of clothing to cover himself as he headed down the path you had gone. Though when got in there he stopped, watching you as you moved around the kitchen, whatever had been said on the other end of the phone evidently ripping whatever happy little moment well and truly away.

It was odd. When he had awoken this morning, the memories of last night flooding back to him, he had expected you to pull right away or more to the point he had expected himself to pull away. For his brain to tell him he was an idiot, that not only would Elvis tear him limb from limb whatever was left would be gnawed away by his own guilt. Yet it hadn't happened. In fact, he hadn't felt any of that until he’d watched your face change, not to guilt but to anger. That anger had stirred the same feeling in him that your sadness had.

‘You okay?’ he asked knowing the response but asking anyway.

‘Peachy,’ you said sarcastically.

‘Cassie,’ he said but you ignored him, pulling pans and bowls from the cupboard and putting them on the counter as you whittered on.

‘Do you want breakfast? I don’t know what supplies we’ve got in but I can make something if you want. You’ll need something in you before you go,’ you said as the pan you had been holding clunked loudly against the tile counter. However Jerry wasn’t paying attention to that but rather your words.

‘You want me to go?’ was all he could ask but it was enough to get you to stop. Your clenched jaw loosened as you looked at him, whatever anger you had inside you suddenly realising it was misplaced.

‘I just assumed,’ you said quietly as he moved towards you, moving behind you as his hands ghosted down yours, his lips near the shell of your ear.

‘Do you want me to go?’ he asked, his hands lingering by your hips as if waiting for the okay. If he didn’t touch you, if he let his hands hover, never touching down then the pair of you would have an out. Plausible deniability.

Yet you didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to go, like last night you wanted him to hold you, to love you, and so you shook your head. Jerry breathed a sigh of relief, his arms wrapping around you as his lips kissed just below your ear, allowing you to lean back into him for comfort. As you reached a hand up to hold his head in place, your fingers running through his long locks he mumbled, ‘I don’t want to go either just for the record.’

‘You’re sure?’ you asked, knowing that if he pulled back now it would crush you.

‘Hundred per cent.’

After breakfast followed by a quick call to Palm Springs brushing Elvis off with the façade of car trouble, the pair of you spent a lazy day together. There was no rush to any of it, no expectation to do anything except be. It was odd to you, the simplicity of it all. When you thought of the word affair all that came to mind was sordid secrets, debauched rendezvous before returning to the monotony of normal life. And yet there was none of that.

But it was still everything you needed; he was what you needed.

He made you feel better, less pathetic, loved.

Yet as you lay in his arms, watching his peaceful face as he slept it made you feel sad. He had given you everything you needed and yet you couldn’t love him, not really. At that thought you felt sadness wash over you and you made yourself climb out of bed, should you need to cry once more. He stirred as you left him, waiting patiently until you returned though when you did you didn’t give him a chance to speak.

Instead you kissed him, climbing onto him until your hips were aligned, causing his blood to run south. There was no talking as you made out, you coaxing him out of his boxers and to attention until he was lined up with your entrance. He was still sleepy, if he was being honest he was still trying to fathom how this was the second day in a row he’d woke up in the same bed as his best friend’s wife, yet as you lowered yourself down onto him, enveloping him with your heat he came to. Yet it wasn’t the feel of you that snapped him out of it, it was the look on your face. A look that told him this wasn’t the start of something, this was you saying goodbye.

He didn’t know how long you stayed there for, savouring every minute of it until you finally worked yourselves to the edge, before you collapsed onto the bed beside him spent and exhausted. Yet as he held you, his mind whirring in post-orgasmic clarity he found himself saying words he’d never thought he’d utter.

‘You could you know,’ he said making you move your head just enough to signal you were listening but not so much that he could see your face, ‘leave him I mean…if you wanted to.’

You were quiet for a moment, the words lingering in the air above you as he waited for a response. He knew it was foolish. He knew, in his heart of hearts, he knew that you had already made up your mind. That so long as Elvis kept giving you just enough you would carry on, you’d keep letting the hurt in.

‘It’s not that simple,’ you said, your voice so quiet it resembled a whisper.

‘I know it wouldn’t be easy but you could,’ he said. He knew it wasn’t his place. He knew that even with you lying in his arms he had no right to ask that of you but he needed to know. He needed to know for his own sake that you knew you could. That you could choose to walk away.

‘So why haven’t you?’ you asked pushing yourself up until you were looking at him, ‘why haven’t you walked away? I mean you’ve tried. So many times and yet one phone call and you’re back. Whatever he needs you’re there. So don’t pretend it’s that easy.’

‘Maybe I never had anything worth getting out for before,’ he countered, his fingers sweeping along your face.

‘Jer,’ you said sadly.

‘I know, I know,’ he said with a sad smile as you moved to nestle yourself into him, feeling tears building inside you.

He knew it wasn’t that simple, you both did, and yet you couldn’t help but wish it wasn’t. You couldn’t help but wish that this was some emblazoned affair, one where the pair of you fell madly in love with one another and just had to break away in order to be together. Maybe that would’ve been better than both of you just needing someone to see you. Not for what you could be or what you could provide but for you.

‘It’s nice you know,’ he said quietly after a moment.

‘What?’ you asked as your brows knit together as you struggled to find the context of whatever he was jabbering on about.

‘My apartment. Smaller than you’re used to of course and the pipes rattle in the winter but it’s cosy,’ he said. As his hand rubbed soothing circles on your back you felt those tears sting once more not because you were sad but because for the first time in forever someone realised you might be.

‘Bet it needs a woman’s touch,’ you sniffled causing a chuckle to rumble against your ear.

‘Definitely,’ he agreed, ‘and it’s only a stone's throw away from the beach.’

‘Could spend every weekend there,’ you murmured.

‘Mmm, evenings too. Don’t worry I’d make sure I was home in time for dinner. Probably get canned for rushing to leave,’ he said.

‘I’d have to dust off my cooking skills, they’re rusty,’ you giggled.

‘Honey I’d make whatever ya gave me,’ he said.

‘Hmm,’ you mused, ‘bet you’d always call too. If you were gonna be late home, never leave me hanging.’

‘Of course not,’ he promised.

Again you fell quiet though you didn’t know if it was because of the fact the ideas floated around actually sounded good or because the simplest things, the common courtesies he mentioned, were now absent from your everyday life. Hell, you couldn’t even make your husband want to see you after eight damn weeks apart. Which is why as mundane as these ideas were they were a fantasy, a nice one, but a fantasy all the same.

‘It sounds nice,’ you said after a moment.

‘It does, doesn’t it,’ he agreed.

‘I’m sorry,’ you whispered wishing you could buy into the fantasy. Wishing that you could allow yourself to let go.

‘Don’t be,’ he said, ‘I get it…you’re right. I mean I can't exactly judge you, none of us can, not when we don’t even have the strength to get out ourselves.’

‘We still have till tomorrow,’ you said.

‘You’re right,’ he said pressing a kiss to the top of your head, ‘I guess that’s better than nothing.’

✵✵✵

It was an odd feeling, to have something knowing that at some point you’d inevitably have to let it go. To know that by the end of the day whatever had transpired would be long forgotten, avoided at all costs, and yet you’d know how it felt – to be seen, to be recognised, to be loved.

That was how it felt when Jerry stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and a glint in his eye as he clocked you standing by the bathroom counter brushing your teeth. That was how it felt when he moved in behind you, his lips on your neck if only for a moment before he moved past you into the bedroom to get changed.

You allowed him to, trying to decide whether or not to follow him but before you could make the decision you heard the sounds of someone in the house. You crept out of the bathroom, making your way down the hall ready to tell the staff they were still not needed, not until tomorrow.

And yet when you got to the living room it wasn’t the staff you found. It was Elvis.

‘Hey,’ he said his face breaking into a smile as he saw you, coming towards you so he could place a kiss on your lips. They moved against his stiffly making you unable to arrange your thoughts together to question him any further than, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Missed ya,’ he shrugged, ‘missed this.’

‘El,’ you breathed feeling guilt shroud you at the same time his arms did. Even more so as he mistook your guilty expression for one of concern for the boys who were now moving into the house, various suitcases and bags in tow.

‘Oh, they don’t care. If anything we were probably getting on each other's nerves after eight weeks,’ he said pressing another kiss to your lips. One that was cut short as you heard Jerry call your name.

As you looked towards where his voice was coming from he appeared, surprise on his face that quickly turned to a faux smile as he said, ‘Oh hey EP.’

‘Hey man,’ Elvis smiled.

‘What are you guys doing here?’ he asked, his eyes flitting to you in a fleeting glance before they fixated on Elvis, trying to ignore the way you were watching him.

‘Cassie was right. We’ve spent weeks in each other’s pocket so I thought I’d give them their release papers,’ Elvis chuckled earning a forced laugh from both of you that he didn’t seem to note was disingenuous as he said, ‘Everything alright with your car?’

‘What?’ Jerry said before his brain kicked into gear and he said, ‘Oh yeah, it uh, needed a part they couldn’t get till this afternoon. Figured there was no point drivin’ up there after.’

‘Nah probably not,’ Elvis agreed, letting you go only a little so that you were still tucked into his side as he asked, ‘She kept you entertained?’

‘Course,’ Jerry said, a tight smile on his face that Elvis didn’t clock.

‘Good,’ Elvis said, ‘though if you don’t mind I uh think we’ve got some entertainin’ of our own to do don’t you think.’  

‘Right,’ Jerry said, ‘uh see you later.’

‘Later man,’ Elvis said, not even giving you a choice before he ushered you forward, taking you by the hand down towards your bedroom, though not before you shared one last look with Jerry.

It was an odd feeling, to have something knowing that at some point you’d inevitably have to let it go but it was a feeling made worse by the fact you weren’t sure you wanted to anymore. Because as much as it hurt Jerry to watch you do it, to be a fool, it hurt you just as much to know you were one.  

It hurts me to see him treat you the way he does, It hurts me to see you sit and cry, When I know I could be so true, If I had someone like you, It hurts me to see those tears in your eyes.

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[yourforeverokay]

What happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas (Elvis Presley x Reader) pt.3

word count: 1,1k

warnings: light cursing, mentions of abuse

summary: What happens when Elvis hears about the abuse that Y/N went through after arriving back to her own room?

a/n: Hey my loves! It has been a while once again, especially with this series. I promise to be more active from now on and focus on writing more in here! I've been so focused on writing my poetry that I haven't been on this app for a while but I'm so happy with all the love you guys have shown me and my writing! I love you all <3 Hope you enjoy this part, and more is coming. Sorry for the short length of this. Thank you <3

"Please, open the door sweetheart." Elvis was pleading you behind the door. You got off the floor, taking slow steps towards the door. Not because you were scared or worried of the consequences, but because you felt weak. You opened the door, slowly revealing yourself. After Elvis saw the state that you were in, his first instinct was to embrace you. He felt the need to hug you and protect you from any harm that was aimed at your way. This meant that he took a step towards you, but it was too quick for your liking, which made you jump. You knew Elvis wasn't going to hurt you like John did, not after last night you spent getting to know each other. Elvis was different. He...cared.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." He took a step back. "I didn't mean to be that fast with you. I know the image that I carry but I promise that-" His speech was interrupted by you jumping in his arms. You held him tight and let your tears fall once again. Elvis was startled but quickly hugged you back, even tighter. "Oh Elvis, why would he do something like this to me?" You cried to him, holding him and grabbing the back of his shirt with your hands. "Who? Your husband? What did he do?" Elvis' voice sounded concerned. He took a hold of your face but his touch was gentle, unlike your husband's. He stroked your cheek and looked deep in your eyes. "He- he h-hit me." You tried to hold back your tears so that you wouldn't stutter, but it didn't work. Your emotions got the best of you. Elvis' eyes went dark. He looked angry, sad, disappointed and worried. "Sweetheart, I'm going to have to ask you to wait for me? Will you do that for me?" His eyes scanning yours. You nodded and let go of the man in front of you. The beautiful man, who seemed to understand you better than the rest. Elvis kissed your temple and left the hallway with quick but powerful steps. "Wait for me Y/N!" He quickly shouted before disappearing behind the staircase.

-

It didn't even take 10 minutes, before none other than Jerry Schilling was behind your door knocking frantically. "Hello again Y/N, Elvis sent me here. I need you to pack your bags and follow me, is that okay?" Jerry said to you after you opened the door for him. "Where is he?" You asked confused, but nonetheless, started packing your bags. Afraid of the fact that your husband might return any minute. "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Elvis has everything under control. I will just take you to another, better, room." He sounded very professional saying that. His posture was straight and his sunglasses hid his eyes from you.

"Right this way." Jerry guided you to an elevator which was huge compared to the regular elevators in the hotel. Jerry lead you to a room number 333 and left you to unpack your bags. The room was a suite filled with beautiful furniture and a view that you had never experienced before. You took everything in as you looked out of the window. While you were taking everything in, you also remembered your state. Clothes from last night, smudged makeup and messy hair. You quickly went to the bathroom to freshen yourself up. You took a hot shower, and took off the makeup that was left on your face.

You stepped out of the shower and before you were about to blow-dry your hair, you heard people coming in your room. You put your ear close to the door and listened what the people had to say. "Did you get rid of him like Mr. Presley ordered?" You heard Jerry say. An unknown voice replied: "He has been taken cared of. This is the letter for the girl." "Thank you, I'll meet you downstairs after Elvis arrives, Red." A door opened and closed.

You didn't know how to feel nor what to think. You didn't even have a clue of what had happened. You blow-dried your hair and stepped out of the bathroom. "Y/N!" Jerry had been sitting on a couch, smoking a cigarette. He stood up fast as you walked over to him. "I don't know what's going on." You said to Jerry, unsure of your situation. "Don't worry miss, Mr. Presley will explain everything. He should be here soon."

You sat down on the couch, took the cigarette off the tray and looked at Jerry. He nodded and you placed it in your mouth. Smooth smoke covering your lungs. You hadn't smoked in 3 years and you had decided to quit after getting married. John himself had always smoked in the house but he forbidded you from doing it. He always said it wasn't "lady-like".

You let your head hang low as you wondered: 'What on earth has happened in these past 24-hours?'

-

The door opened and you quickly hid the cigarette, it was an old habit. Elvis stepped inside the room and he was wearing a dark suit with sunglasses. Once he noticed you on the couch, he quickly took off his glasses and his gaze softened. "Y/N, are you okay?" He got on one knee infront of the couch to get to your level. You took a hold of his hand, which had expensive looking rings on it. "I am, but what happened? I heard some men talking that you have done something?" You asked concerned. Elvis gave Jerry a side-eye and looked down for a moment. "Honey, you don't have to be scared of that abusive son of a bitch anymore. I'll protect you. The mafia and I talked to him about his...behavior..and he now deeply regrets it." He rubbed your hand with his thumb. A sense of relief came over you. For a while John has been abusing you and using you for whatever reason. John was the boy from the neighborhood and you parents loved him...or at least the side that he showed to them. Your parents got you and John together, so that your future would be secured. Little did they know, that John could be so evil, mean and violent.

"They also said something about a letter?" You asked with a small voice. Elvis didn't say anything, he just handed the envelope to you and looked at you with an expression that you couldn't analyze. "There you go honey."

You opened the letter with mixed feelings. What could the letter contain? You opened it slowly, while Jerry left the room quietly, letting the two of you have some peace and privacy.

"Oh my god..." Your hand flew over your mouth.

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[elvisabutler]

it's an apology house

summary: being a part of elvis's memphis mafia for years honestly has taken a bit of a toll on you and your partner. as it turns out, him and jerry make it up to you. fandom: luke bracey | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: jerry schilling x gn reader word count: 1215 warning: use of the nickname kitten. injury to one mr. schilling. elvis being elvis. talk of exhaustion. author's note: so consider this a valentines sequel to my kinktober pieces 1 and 2 with jerry. you don't have to read the kinktober pieces or the christmas piece for this ( click the tag and you'll find it ) to make sense because it kind of stands on its own. and yes elvis really did buy jerry his house in california and to this day jerry actually lives in it. the fact that he does will make me cry until the end of time i swear. obligatory this is for @blurredcolour mention because hey i did say i wouldn't forget these two.

"Your arm is broken and you're telling me to calm down? The doctor said six weeks on the low side and I'm supposed to not want to murder EP." You can't help the way your voice raises an octave the more you look at how in pain Jerry looks. "It's Valentines and we spent half of it in the ER. I was planning on-"

"Kitten." Jerry's voice sounds so exhausted that you have a hard time keeping up your anger, the worry you feel for him overriding damn near everything else. "I- He didn't mean to do it- We didn't mean for it to happen. You know how he gets. Meant to reel him in and got he busted my arm. We'll celebrate tomorrow."

"That's not the point, Jerry. That's never been the point. I know he doesn't care because he can throw Linda something fun or shower her in something that makes up for everything but- do you know how terrifying it is to have Red calling me and Joe and Lamar and everyone as soon as I hung up the phone with each of them. I thought-"

"You're working yourself up." He cuts you off again, knowing that he can't give you exactly what you need in that moment. Knowing that you require a certain touch that the pain medication is dulling and shoving under a haze. "Come here." He uses his healthy arm to pat the couch's open spot next to him. "Sit next to me." He looks to see you still standing far too far away looking just as angry as you had been. "Please, Y/N? I can't- I'm not about to drag you over here."

One day you might be able to resist him, one day you might be able to tell him to shove it because you're not at his beck and call but today isn't that day. Today is the day when you sit by your partner and make a move to snuggle against him and frown. "This is why I want to get out, you know. Why I want to quit. Why we both should."

A hum is the answer only answer you get back as you and Jerry stare at the television screen plays something neither of you are paying too much attention to. "We can't both leave at once- anyone get back to you about-"

You shake your head, squeezing his hand before running your thumb over his wedding ring. "No. We can't all be in demand, Jer."

There's a hint of jealousy before he kisses your forehead. "They just think I did all the work. You're gonna find something but in the meantime- he's willing to let you stay. I know he would. And he might. He might have given me something of a bribe to convince at least one of us to stay."

"A bribe. I know he calls us a Mafia but that's a bit much." You try to joke only to look up at Jerry and see just how serious his face is. "What- What was it?"

"It not- A bribe might have been the wrong word. Especially after today. It's more of an apology present for you. Just a thank you for me and him trying to do right by me." Jerry continues to dance around telling you what it is and for a brief moment you consider making his broken arm worse to get him to focus and tell you just what he's talking about. "I actually meant to show you it today. It was going to be a nice set up, maybe a picnic."

"Jerry Schilling." You squeeze his hand in yours as you say part of his full name to get his attention before frowning. "What was it? Don't leave me in-"

"He bought us a house." The words come out in a bit of a rush before he elaborates, seeing how you're doing a fair imitation of a fish. "He bought it because I've- you know the story behind my life, Kitten. I've never really had a place to call home."

"So he bought you a house." You try and keep your tone level but the shock colors it no matter what you do. "Are you sure your pain medication isn't-"

Jerry shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "He bought us a house. Told me to settle in it if I wanted. Put down proper roots like he kinda has with Graceland." You both share a look before he shrugs. "I think that's the best permission he's going to give me to actually leave, Kitten."

You stare at Jerry for a long time, trying to figure out what to say, how to react to what he's said to you before you finally bite your lip. "We can actually make a home? We decorate and do gardening and all those stupid little things." We can fill it with stuff that's just ours is what goes unsaid. We can be just ourselves there is what goes unsaid. So much just goes unsaid that you just have to look at Jerry when you're silent.

"It's ours, so we can do whatever we want. We can grow old there. Love Memphis but LA could do us so much good." He says that part a little quieter like he's scared to admit it. "It was supposed to be your gift for Valentines."

The grin that forms on your face could light up the entire East Coast if you asked Jerry while he looked at it. He thinks maybe this is a good apology gift even if Elvis didn't intend it that way. "We could still make it my gift."

Jerry can't help but raise an eyebrow and tilt his head. "What are you planning?"

You don't answer as you move to go use the phone, leaving Jerry to worry just what shenanigans he has essentially allowed you to do. It's another ten minutes before you return to him, looking positively giddy. "Get up. We're going to our house so I can see what horrible taste Elvis is trying to pass on to us."

Jerry stays on the couch for a moment before he holds out his good arm for you to pull up. "It's not that bad, and you don't know where it is."

"But Lamar does. And Red does and a lot of people do." You pause. "It's not going to be the California house for the Mafia. But, I can whip up some snacks and E owes me for today. I want to see our house and we're going to go do that right now."

There's a moment where Jerry looks like he's going to argue with you before he shakes his head and instead uses his good hand to pull you in for a kiss, gentle as can be before nuzzling at your nose. "Let me grab a sleeping bag and we could just sleep in it overnight. If that sounds like a good Valentines date to you."

You can't help but laugh. "Why Mr. Schilling, that sounds perfect. Not as good as my original plans, but I suppose I can live with it for you. Since I love you that much." You slap his ass gently. "Go on, go grab it."

"Aye aye, Kitten."

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[bcofl0ve]

i don't have an opinion about priscilla because i'm austin tt and i'm not part of elvis tt (and i don't even want to) i find out about things because she appears on my tl so i read a lot of acc in favor of her (like you people) and acc against her like lisa's fans and i understand their side too, reading some things i wonder is she this narcissist they talk about or is she this saint you guys talk about? idk actually, i'm pretty i don't know about her but she is sus for me because this her x riley stuff was it even necessary? what was her purpose in doing this anyways?

well to start- i don’t think cilla deserves grace because she’s a saint. i think she deserves grace because she’s a human. she’s infallible and has made mistakes like we all have- i won’t deny that. it’s when the most cited mistakes have significant oversights that it upsets me. ie:

* yes she’s maintained a relationship with michael lockwood after lisa’s death. but why wouldn’t she when the alternative is being cut off from harper and finley? i detest the man, but those girls deserved their only living bio parent with them at their mom’s funeral. and lisa loved her babies so much that i think she would’ve understood.

* yes her and lisa had a complicated relationship. but the only reason we even know that is because of insiders that spoke to tabloids. lisa and priscilla never spoke poorly of each other publicly and any falling out of theirs is their family business, not any fandom’s to weaponize.

* if she is truly so awful, how/why did jerry schilling remain close with both her and lisa? he officiated nav’s wedding last year, was at an early birthday party for cilla last week and nav’s now ex wife elisa said jerry and his wife had her over before she left him and moved back to switzerland. jerry is a grown man and if he didn’t want to associate with cilla and her family he wouldn’t. yet he does- and lisa didn’t seem to mind that.

* yes she hasn’t “moved on”. but i think people need to open their minds to a deeper understanding of grief. multiple people in both of their lives thought they’d eventually get back together. that door was never fully shut- until elvis suddenly died. not to mention that if she truly moved on in the way people wish she would have there would be no graceland/epe as we know it now. vernon put her in his will when he died for a reason. and re: the more recent tours- she wouldn’t do them if people didn’t buy tickets. a lot of elvis fans do like her and she makes herself accessible to us when she doesn’t have to. which is very gracious- not to mention i think being surrounded by fans of elvis and lisa has helped her tremendously these past couple months.

re: the riley thing- cilla said in court she wasn’t made aware of the estate document change. legally, she needed to have been and she was within her rights to have the document investigated since she wasn’t.

did she *have* to? no. but it wasn’t the act of evil some people make it out to be. and throughout everything priscilla never wanted riley eradicated as a trustee even if the document was forged. it was explicitly stated that in that case, she still wanted her to be co-trustee. (but/and riley is the only one as of yesterday, and re: cilla’s lawyers statements she has accepted that just fine.)

and like i said earlier- the only non tabloid or non anonymous ‘family source’ statement we have on the record from riley’s camp is her lawyer yesterday saying she is “very content”. and all things considered her camp has no reason to lie or sugarcoat things to cover priscilla. if riley wanted it to be on the record that she thinks priscilla is a selfish money hungry manipulator then the statement from her lawyer would’ve been much MUCH different.

i’m not here to bludgeon anyone into being her number one fan. i just think throwing around words like narcissist, leech, evil, devil etc is going too far. and i wish people would give her the grace they do other people in his life.

sorry for the essay- but i hope my pov on all of this makes sense! (even if we disagree *hugs*)

[floralcyanide]

Kinktober Day Eight

Shower Sex - Jerry Schilling

sorry for not posting this yesterday but so much happened yesterday I had no time to write. I'm sorry! so, it's a day late and a little rushed, but it's here. behold day eight of kinktober, shower sex with jerry!! please reblog and like if you enjoy <3

pairing: Jerry Schilling x Reader

warnings: smut, nipple play (I'm sorry sksksk), pull-out method, shower sex, unprotected sex, not much to warn this time really

word count: 1521

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

It’s so frustrating living on a tour bus. 

Don’t get it twisted- you love working with your best friend, Elvis, but it can be challenging. Especially with the strenuous tour he’s doing across the country right now. Being surrounded by men, with the exception of Priscilla, also gets on your nerves a lot. The concerts are non-stop, and you’re so tired. You know everyone else is too, including Elvis. 

Jerry Schilling, Elvis’ other best friend, is your right-hand man. The two of you have grown close since Elvis asked you to join the Memphis Mafia and work for him in Las Vegas and on this tour. Both you and Jerry are Elvis’ managers and have to spend a lot of time together. You can’t complain, considering Jerry is a nice guy and not that bad to look at. He also is very patient but won’t hesitate to call out an issue. It’s nice to have another person other than you like that around, especially when handling a wild card like Elvis Presley.  

You’re alone on the bus currently, as it’s Jerry’s night to handle everything. You often switch due to there already being so many people on-call to handle and escort Elvis to the car, then to the bus. Due to the alleged security issues, everything has a strict schedule and protocol for this tour. Quite literally everything, including who gets the shower on the bus and when. A thought crosses your mind on whether or not you should break the rules and go ahead and shower with hot water for once. You’re almost always last regarding the shower schedule, and it’s starting to grate on your nerves. Besides, no one is here and won’t be for about thirty more minutes. Just enough time to hop in the shower and hop back out. No harm done. You look around the bus for a moment from where you sit on the couch, double-checking to see if anyone is on there. Not a soul. So you hurry to your bunk and pull your suitcase from the storage nearby, shuffling through it for some comfortable clothing to sleep in. You grab a shirt and some pants with clean underwear and snatch up your toiletries, hurrying off to the infuriatingly small bathroom.

The shower is similar to a stall. There’s hardly any room to move around, and there’s just enough space for two people to squeeze in, making it reasonably difficult even to shower alone. You bump into the walls when you go to wash your hair sometimes. After shutting the door, you turn the water on and grab a towel from the small cabinet under the sink. Stripping down, you climb into the hot shower and sigh in contentment. Finally, hot water. You’ll probably get scolded by Jerry for this, even though you’re also the boss. You both are the ones who enforce the shower rules despite getting the short ends of the stick every night. But one time wouldn’t kill anybody.

Your eyes are closed, and the sound of the shower blocks out any other noise from the bus. So, you’re entirely oblivious to the fact Jerry has snuck into the bathroom you didn’t think to lock up.  You’re also unaware he’s undressing and is about to join you in the shower until the stall door opens, and a flood of cool air rushes against your body.

“Fuck, Jerry!” you gasp, hurrying to cover yourself and panicking at being caught.

Jerry chuckles, climbing in behind you, “You’re not the only one who wants to break the rules tonight, sweetheart.”

You furrow your brows at him, scooting as far away from him as possible, which isn’t very far in this particular shower.

“You can’t wait like, ten minutes?” you screech, still trying your damnedest not to reveal any extremities. 

“If we’re gonna break the rules, we might as well have some fun,” Jerry says, letting a hand rest on your hip as he runs a bar of soap over his body.

You can’t help but look behind your shoulder at him as he does, the suds sliding down his torso down to his lower half. You look away quickly.

“Like what you see?” the sandy-haired man laughs, and your face burns in response.

“Whatever,” you try to move your hip to shrug his hand off you, but there’s no room for extra movement. So there it stays.

You begin washing your hair the best you can, but the feeling of Jerry’s hand on your skin burns hotter than the water. It’ll slide up and down along your side every now and then. It sends chills up your spine despite the raging temperature of the shower. Jerry takes notice and moves his hand closer to your front side. He’s now moving his hand along the front of your thigh as you desperately attempt to condition your hair without reaction. Maybe if you ignore him long enough, he’ll stop. But at the same time, you don’t want him to. You almost want to see where Jerry’s hand will go next. 

You start soaping your body, and Jerry snatches the soap from your hand, “Allow me to do that.”

You gulp as the pleasant smelling soap bar glides across your collarbones before moving to your shoulders and arms. Then, he starts moving it along your breasts and stomach. He sets the soap down and starts lathering your body, starting at your arms and shoulders before proceeding to your stomach, and finally your breasts. Jerry takes his time there as he massages them, his lips close to your ear. Your head involuntarily falls back against his shoulder, a gasp leaving your lips as he experimentally pinches a nipple.

“That feel good?” Jerry rasps in your ear, allowing his other hand to pinch the other nipple.

“Mhmm,” you moan, your ass pressing against his hardening cock.

The water rinses away the soap, and Jerry slides his hands down your stomach, moving to where your body is calling to be touched. He slips a finger between your folds, gauging your wetness before chuckling.

“So wet already?” Jerry teases before flicking your clit lightly, causing you to press your back into his chest harder.

You grind your ass against him, and he pushes you forward against the shower wall. Jerry is now entirely in control and lets you know it by gently nipping at your neck. He swipes his fingers over your clit as you whimper from the sensation, cheek firmly pressed on the wall. Jerry pulls his hand away from you, replacing it with the tip of his cock. He rubs it up your folds and on your sensitive bud before hesitating at your entrance.

“Is this okay?” Jerry asks, kissing behind your ear and along your neck.

“Yes,” you say, reaching a hand up to place on his cheek.

He pushes into you slowly, his hands now grasping your hips to anchor himself. Your palm moves from Jerry’s cheek to the back of his neck, where you grip his hair as he bottoms out. He begins to thrust his hips steadily, testing out how hard you slam against the shower wall without making much noise. But caution is thrown to the wind when Jerry hits a particular spot inside you, causing both of you to moan. His thrusts become quicker as your body is delightfully crushed between Jerry and the wall, the water now running cold. Neither of you cares as Jerry snakes a hand past your hip and to your clit once more. You’re panting as Jerry leaves hot kisses down your neck and shoulder, mercilessly fucking you in this impossibly small shower you snuck into. You aren’t regretting your decision at all anymore. If this is your punishment, you’d gladly get into the shower before your scheduled time every day.

“You’re so good,” Jerry mutters, his breath tickling your ear, “I should’ve done this sooner.”

Your face burns at the realization Jerry has thought about fucking you before. You can’t say you haven’t considered the same, but probably not in the shower, at least. You feel Jerry’s pace getting sloppy as his hips start slowly pressing into your ass instead of slamming into it. He rolls your clit between his fingers, and you cum, clenching around him as Jerry hurriedly pulls out. He finishes on your back, and it’s rinsed off with the now freezing water. 

“We should break the rules more often,” you say, catching your breath as you peel yourself off the shower wall with shaky knees.

“I agree,” Jerry smirks, reaching around you to turn off the water.

When the two of you get dressed as best as you can in the micro bathroom and exit it promptly, Elvis is sprawled out on the couch watching TV.

“About damn time. And it’s a good thing y’all were quiet,” Elvis says without looking away from the TV, “this is getting good.”

You roll your eyes at Elvis’ comment before plopping down next to him, “You might wanna wait a few minutes before getting in there. The water is cold.”

“I’ll bet it is,” Elvis laughs.

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Imagine #4| Jerry Schilling x Reader

Being Jerry’s girlfriend on the road.

“Baby, get up! We got an early day.” Jerry spoke from across the hotel room. You laid in bed, awake, but unmoving. “Mmm... I'm so tired. Why can't E just take a day off?” You drew out your sentences. You snuggled more into the covers and slowly drifted off back to sleep.

You and Jerry had been at this for about 10 minutes now. It’s not that you needed to leave right away but, he still wanted you to get up and around.

“(Y/N), baby. You gotta get up. Elvis offered to buy us breakfast today since we’re starting so early. How does that sound? Maybe some pancakes and coffee?” You hummed in response and let a small smile grace your lips. You opened your eyes and sat up again.

“Do you really mean it?” You spoke quietly. Jerry smiled and walked over to where you were stationed on the bed. He gave you a small kiss on the nose.

“Yes baby, I mean it. Now, let’s get up and around and we can go get some food.” You nodded and swung your feet over the side of the bed, finally getting ready for the day.