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[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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HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023

Here’s a masterlist of all the Fics I have wrote/will write for my Halloween challenge. The aim was to post a fic a day for 10 days between 21st - 31st of October. All are song fics and not necessarily Halloween-themed. I’ll be updating the list as I go. Hope you like them🧡

Day One // Tennessee Orange

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 2407 Summary: I met somebody, he’s got blue eyes. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Two // Die From A Broken Heart

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1837 Summary: Was it ever really real if he don't feel like I feel? Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Three // Pieces

Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1494 Summary: Baby, please release me, let my heart rest in pieces. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Four // Southern Boy

Fandom: RPF Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1455 Summary: Ain't nothing in the whole wide world like a southern boy. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Five // Stay With Me

Fandom: Daisy Jones x The Six Pairing: Daisy Jones x Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 1399 Summary: Guess it’s true I’m no good at a one-night stand. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Six // Good 4 U

Fandom: Daisy Jones x The Six Pairing: Graham Dunne x Original Female Character Rating: Mature Word Count: 4793 Summary: Maybe I'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Seven // I'd Lie

Fandom: RPF Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 3271 Summary: And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Eight // You Ain’t Woman Enough

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 4106 Summary: You’ve come to tell me something, you say I ought to know. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Nine // It Hurts Me

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader, Jerry Schilling x Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 7849 Summary: It hurts me to see him treat you, the way that he does. Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Ten // Jess' Dad

Fandom: Gilmore Girls Pairing: Jess Mariano x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 2426 Summary: You know I really like Jess a lot but… Song Link AO3 LINK

Day Eleven // Little Bird

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin Rating: Mature Word Count: 4553 Summary: Walked down the aisle, breakin' my heart, lay down my pride, I know I gotta let you go. Song Link AO3 LINK

[dailyjerryschillingfangirl1942]

[elvisabutler]

duality

summary: you are not a naturally submissive person. but for him? on your knees under a desk feels like perfection. rating: m pairing: jerry schilling x gn reader word count: 1335. i cannot write a damn blurb to save my life. warning: oral ( m receiving ). elvis being fucking elvis. dom/sub. cockwarming. probably an excessive use of the nickname kitten. public sex. getting caught during a sexual act ( kind of ). author's note: welcome to day 27 of kinktober: dom/sub with jerry schilling. consider this sort of a sequel to day 5 with the jerry praise kink. this is really light/gentle dom/sub but the idea struck me so here we are. hope y'all enjoy tbh.

Fixing things is exhausting work for a normal celebrity, you know this just from dealing with a few Hollywood actors and actresses before you had the pleasure and perhaps the misfortune of crossing paths with Elvis and his Memphis Mafia. It's exhausting but it's also something that requires a certain- dominance that most people lack but you for some strange reason have in spades. It's the charming sort of dominance, the one where you don't realize that the other person is calling the shots. It's dangerous in the wrong hands but you like to think you wield it rather well.

Even if you don't, Elvis hasn't fired you personally yet and he hasn't told your boss come boyfriend to fire you either, so you must be doing something right with your skills. It should embarrass you- you think- that Jerry is truly your main defense against Elvis's mildly uncertain whims but you've found that it doesn't. In fact, it kind of delights you to a certain degree, makes you feel as if Jerry can help you with the millions of juggling acts you appear to have to perform. You know it's the same for him, perhaps even worse but still, having him near you alleviates the stress.

Having him do what he's doing to you right now definitely alleviates even more stress. How he has you on your knees head in his lap nuzzling at his cock underneath a desk. You had come to him early in the day, your body jittery in a way he's become rather familiar with over the past few months. All it took for you to sag into his arms was a simple question, asked as he pulled you close.

"You alright, kitten?"

You had frowned, shaking your head as you answered, the tension leaving your body as you tried to relax in his grip. "No."

His hold tightened on you as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. "Let's see if I can't fix that for you."

Jerry has work that he can't put off but he also knows that taking care of you has become a priority to him in a way that actually outranks his actual job with Elvis from time to time. Still, this time he can't just shirk his duties but he knows you don't mind being on your knees for him, that you've looked at him with wide eyes and a look of pure contentment when you've been on your knees in front of him, his hand stroking your hair lightly. This is no exception, he thinks- it's just a taste of what he wants to do to you- what he feels will help you settle into a state that's more comfortable for you. A state that makes you feel better than you do in that moment.

His desk hides you from prying eyes and he puts his thumb on your lower lip, forcing you to open your mouth lightly. Your tongue licks at it before sucking on it and earning a small smile from Jerry as he unbuckles his pants, pulling out his cock for you.

"Remember, you have to listen and pay attention to what I'm saying, Kitten. If you don't listen I'll tuck myself back in my pants and you don't want that, do you?" His tone is slow and measured, making sure you're taking in each one of his words as you nod. "When I touch your hair later on, I want you to put suck my cock. But for right now? I just want it to be in your mouth. Can you do that? Can you be a good kitten and listen?"

"I can." You reply a little too quickly, your eyes never leaving his cock, worrying your lower lip with your teeth.

"Okay then. Get into position kitten. I'll be right there." He murmurs, smiling down at you.

His cock has hardened in your mouth as its sat there, you mostly resisted the urge to run your tongue across it or move your mouth up and down on it. You can hear rustling from above you and then you hear the door open and Elvis's voice fills the room, causing you to freeze and almost squeak in concern. It's then that you feel Jerry's hand in your hair and you almost don't listen because he cannot honestly be telling you that he wants you to start while Elvis is standing right there talking to him and likely would be able to tell if you started just from the amount of times you've had to clean up his own messes involving this very situation. You remember what Jerry had asked you though, what your boyfriend had asked, can you be a good kitten? You could, and aftering taking a moment to just inhale the unique scent of him you find yourself starting to suck on his cock. Your tongue flicks at the tip at first, knowing it drives him wild any time you do and underneath your hands you can feel his thighs flexing, a surefire sign that you're on the right track.

Jerry doesn't necessarily use a lot of words when listening to Elvis but as you pay attention for any minute changes in the conversation you notice that your boyfriend has become practically nonverbal only answering in hms and uh-huhs. You have to tamp down on the urge to laugh.

"Jerry are you even listenin'?" Elvis asks his tone sounding mildly aggravated but you could be mistaken.

"I am, EP, but I am tired and I just wanna get through this work. I'll do what- We'll talk about it tomorrow, yeah?" Jerry answers back, inhaling as your hand moved to cup his balls. You choke a little as he can't stop himself from bucking up just a hair. "Shit."

There's a long pause before Elvis just laughs, his chuckle filling the room and you know very well you've been caught and likely won't hear the end of it for another week. He has the decency not to point it out as he leaves.

"Yeah, tomorrow. When you're not so- preoccupied. Tell Y/N I said hello, haven't seen 'em 'round for a few hours."

The second the door is closed, Jerry's leaning back and pulling at your hair, using it to direct you up and down on his cock. You had been good, you were doing good but after feeling your hand on his balls, all he wants to do is have a little more control over the situation and a little more control over when he would be coming. You manage to adjust to the situation, allowing for Jerry to almost fuck your mouth without question. Your tongue slides across his length and you even let your teeth graze it, earning a hiss from him. It doesn't take too long before you feel his grip tightening and taste his release on your tongue. You want to pull off so that you don't choke but Jerry keeps your head in place, forcing you to breathe through your nose as you swallow, sputtering a little when he finally allows you to shift back on your knees.

The buzzing feeling- the overwhelming itch that threatened to decimate you is lessened, replaced in part by a sense of calm. Your head lolls forward a little before Jerry's hand comes up under your chin, allowing you to look at him.

"Better?" He asks, his thumb stroking your jaw. His eyes narrow as if he's prepared to catch you lying if you try.

"Somewhat." A pause where you find your eyes drooping a little. "Are you almost done?"

He smiles, pushing his chair back completely and standing up, holding out his hand for you to take. "Been done for about 30 minutes. Get up, Kitten. We're going home. And- if you're only somewhat better, I think I've got some work to do."

You use his hand to leverage yourself up, placing a kiss on his neck before nuzzling it. "Is that a promise?"

Your only answer is a sly half grin as you two walk out of the room.

( It was. )

[austinbutlermischief]

[headfullofpresley]

Back of the Bus

Pairing: Jerry Schilling (Luke!Jerry) x reader

Word count: 1452

Warning(s): smut smut smut, getting caught, Cilla is in this (not a warning imo, but for some of y’all it might be?? lol).

Requested: yesss, by my cutie @soloangel​ <3

hi lovebug! i was wondering, i've been sorta obsessing over luke!jerry lately. could there be some sort of smut between reader and him soon?

Author’s note: short but sweeeet (and a lil funny). enjoy my angels <3

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‘‘Jerry, we can’t do this here!’’ You squealed with a giggle as you tried to push your boyfriend off of you with all your might, but the man that was hovering above you and hiding his face in your neck was barely budging. It was rare for you to reject his kisses and big hands roaming every part of your body he could reach, but you couldn’t believe the position he managed to get you into today. Laying in the back of the tour bus, on Elvis Presley’s goddamned bed. He was going to kill the both of you if he’d find out, that was for sure.

‘‘He’s rehearsing for the special,’’ Jerry laughed softly as he pulled back from your neck, grabbing your wrists to stop you from fighting him off, putting them above your head on the bed. Trapped underneath him now, you blew some hair out of your face and rolled your eyes though you couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at your lips. There was something exciting about making love to your man in a bed that didn’t belong to you, you wouldn’t lie. You were still a little nervous about Elvis or someone else suddenly bursting through the doors of the bus, catching you two in the act. Jerry noticed and pressed the bulge he was sporting against you, making you whimper softly. Truth was, you could never resist him─especially not in that tight fitted v-neck he was wearing, sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off the veins in his forearms. Always been one of your weaknesses and he knew it better than anyone.

‘‘Alright, fuck it,’’ you huffed, making your boyfriend lean down to you immediately to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He rolled his hips against you once more and you wrapped your legs around his waist in response, exploring his mouth like you had done so many times before. When you whined in his mouth and wiggled your hands in his grip, he let go of you and your hands were in his hair immediately, pushing him down on the bed. Clothes were flying through the small room as you two didn’t waste a second─both because you were so needy for each other, and because you weren’t exactly in the ideal position to be taking your time. You grabbed onto some decorative pillows as you stretched your arms above your head, moaning lewdly when Jerry buried his face in between your legs, tongue slipping through your folds to flick at your clit teasingly. He knew he didn’t have the time to tease, but he couldn’t resist. He loved when you’d get all needy and whine for him─it didn’t take you long to get you in that state, as his tongue abandoned your clit to plant tiny kisses on your lips and in your groin, instead of where you needed him most.

‘‘Goddamnit, Jer, p-please,’’ you whined as you threw one of the small pillows at his head, messing up his hair. The both of you couldn’t help but laugh and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs spread as he went in without warning, making you gasp as you let your head fall back on the bed. You shouldn’t be complaining, after all, you asked for it. But you wanted more and more─you needed him. You tried to squeeze your thighs around his head, but his hands that were still keeping your legs spread were preventing you from doing so and all you could do in your current position was arch your back and tug at your own hair, shamelessy moaning his name.

You looked down at him when he lifted his head, breathing heavily, lips and tip of his nose glistening with your juices. You laughed softly, pulling him back up. ‘‘We don’t have time, you idiot,’’ you giggled and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, pecking your lips as he aligned himself at your entrance. ‘‘You liked it, though,’’ he grinned knowingly at you and you rolled your eyes, slipping one arm around his shoulders, your other gripping onto his arm as he softly pushed himself inside of you. The both of you gasped, his forehead pressed against yours as he squeezed his eyes shut. While you’ve been in this position so many times before, you always needed a little bit to get used to the feeling of having him buried inside of you. Once you wrapped your legs back around his waist and hooked your ankles, pushing the back of your feet against his lower back, he took the hint and started thrusting into you. Didn’t take you two long to start going at it like wild rabbits, acting as if you hadn’t had sex last freaking night. You both couldn’t help it─too in love and too horny all of the damn time. Must be the California air.

‘‘Oh, fuck! Jerry!’’ You moaned loudly, tugging at his hair as he hit your spot with every thrust, making your eyes roll in the back of your head. His lips were sloppily kissing along your jawline and down to your neck, his hand squeezing your left breast as he was keeping himself up with his other arm so he wouldn’t crush you under his weight. Your nails dug softly into his arm and shoulder as you both orgasmed, not even trying to keep the noises down even though anyone could be wandering by the bus. Jerry was breathing heavily as he hid his face in your neck and you wrapped both of your arms around his shoulders, hugging him to you tightly. When you looked over your shoulder and saw Elvis and Priscilla standing by the door with horror in their eyes, you widened your eyes. The back room where the bed was located didn’t have a door and you and Jerry both forgot to close the curtain that closed off the spaces from each other.

‘‘Goddamnit, Jerry! You’re changing my sheets!’’ Elvis yelled as you hid your face in Jerry’s neck, your face heating up in embarrassment when you heard Priscilla giggle. The couple disappeared out of the bus again with a loud slam of the door after Jerry put his thumb up. He pulled out of you and fell back on the bed, bursting out in laughter. You sat up as you looked at him with wide eyes, your hand over your mouth. ‘‘He’s never gonna let us live this down, is he?’’

‘‘Nope,’’ Jerry laughed, eyes squeezed shut as a tear rolled down his cheek, his shoulders shaking. You couldn’t but help laugh along, but hit his shoulder nonetheless. He pulled you into his side and kissed your forehead, still laughing. ‘‘I hate you,’’ you whined, though you didn’t mean a single word of it. You loved this man more than life itself. He grinned as he looked down at you, gently and playfully grabbing your face as he squished your lips together, pecking them. ‘‘I love you more,’’

The both of you got startled out of your little moment of afterglow as Elvis slammed his fist against the side of the bus by the room, laughing loudly as Priscilla tried to get him away from the vehicle. You chuckled and got up from the bed, gathering your clothes together, throwing Jerry his underwear. The both of you got dressed, wanted to do what Elvis said and change his sheets─but the both of you had no idea if the bus even had clean sheets, since you and Jerry only came to hang out here during the day. You must’ve spend a good ten minutes discussing who was going outside to ask him and after you lost two rounds of rock, paper and scissors, the task unfortunately landed on you.

You sighed deeply and fixed your hair a little bit, trying to look at least somewhat presentable before you opened the door and stuck your head out, squinting your eyes in the sun a little bit. As Elvis saw you, he put his cigar in his mouth and grabbed Priscilla, putting her in a very questionable position that had heat flush back on your cheeks again as you widened your eyes. The two were laughing and Jerry came up behind you, throwing one of the decorative pillows from the bed at Elvis’ head. As Elvis picked it up and threw it right back, you ducked and pushed Jerry out of the bus─the men were chasing each other like absolute idiots now and Priscilla laughed, stepping inside the bus with you.

‘‘I’ll help you,’’ she chuckled, hooking her arm through yours as she pulled you toward the back of the bus.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

His.

Part of the what if series, Mafia life universe.

Pairing: Elvis x reader.

Warning: INCEST! Kinda cheating? The reader doesn't know yet, Threatening, Jealousy, Mention of sex, Dark Elvis, Sexual harassment, bipolar Elvis (Elvis is 40, the reader is 18)

Summary: You and Elvis just got married 5 weeks ago. One of Elvis's men is getting married so Elvis being the king he was, decides to fund and host the wedding but when the groom flirts with His new wife and daughter his happy mood completely changes.

(A/n: it's luke's Jerry schilling)

You sang baby, let's play house, brushing your hair, and you smiled happily when you catch a glance of the big diamond on your finger, it all still feels like a dream. You married the man that many women would die for to be in your place you finish brushing and start on your makeup, it had to be simple, a light blue eyeshadow with a black cat wing would wor—"Boo!" Elvis grinned and laughed, his arms wrapping around your waist "Elvis!" you exclaimed "Wha? I couldn't help it darlin' ya was just so cute." Elvis chuckled as he kisses your neck. You rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head "What am I gonna do with you?" you asked turning around in his arms "Love me?"Elvis answered, you just let out a soft hum as you looked into his enchanting eyes and pulled Elvis into a kiss.

Before the kiss could become heated Jerry's voice called out "E.P! (N/N)! The party is startin'." Elvis pulled away and sighed "Let's go down." he grabbed your hand and walked out of the luxury bathroom, leading you downstairs to the before party. The Bachelor and bridal party were held from different sides of the mansion Elvis being Elvis, he wanted you by his side, so you both walked to the Bachelor party while playing with your husband's rings "George ya dog!" Elvis grinned letting go of your hand and opening his arms for a hug, said man hugged Elvis smiling as they pat each other's back.

You smiled softly at the sight of your husband so happy for his friend, but your smile became strained once you saw the way the groom checking you out 'Maybe he just likes my dress! It is pretty and it's matching Elvis's suit..right?' "George since I had ya on a mission you didn't get to meet my new wife" Elvis's gesture to you, you waved awkwardly at George "She quite the beauty." he smiled at you with a hint of lust in his eyes "I know she is," Elvis said a smug look on his face as if he knew something you both didn't know.

"So how's you and—DON'T TOUCH THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Elvis started but stomped after one of his wasted men, leaving you and the groom alone.

"So how old are you?" he asked putting his hands in his suit jacket "18," you replied looking around for your husband, he hummed "Dose he fuck you good? I doubt it he's not young well not like me. What you say babygirl?" he moved uncomfortably closer, you could feel his hot breath hit your cheeks, trying too hard to be seductive.

A sharp whistle catches everyone's attention and George quickly moves away from you "it's time for the ugly bastard to get married!" Jerry said causing a roar of laughter to surround you both, some of the men practically carry him to the aisle. "Elvis is already waiting. He wanted me to get you, let's go." Jerry informs you now in front of you and offers his arm, you hopped your arm around his, and you both begin to walk towards where the venue was.

You sat left from Elvis and Jerry to his right, his arm around your shoulder, Jerry leaned towards Elvis and whispered something in his ear, a flash of anger shows in his eyes, and he quickly took a glance at you he nodded his head to Jerry, moving you closer to his side, his leg bouncing while you both watch the bride and groom kiss after their 'I do's'. Everyone cheered beside Elvis, and Jerry, you weaved to the happy couple as they walked down the aisle.

George and his wife smiled as the photographer took their wedding picture. "Can I?" Elvis asked gesturing to take a photo with them "Well of course!" "Course, boss." George and his wife spoke at the same time " Thank you." Elvis smiled taking George's right side "Why don't we do a funny picture?" he suggested "Oh! Can we George?" "I see why not. I can't say no to my beautiful princess." George kissed his wife with a big smile and they all turned to the camera, George made a goofy face as well did his wife but he almost dropped it when Elvis whipped out his pistol and pointed it at his head "I'd keep smilin'. I was in such a good mood then I heard by a little birdie that ya was hittin' on my wife and daughter." sweat ran down his temple at Elvis's words "Here's what you gonna do. Ya goin' stay away from my woman or you and your little wifey will end up as food for birds." Elvis pushed the gun harder against George "Understand motherfucker?" he said calmly and George nodded frequently. "Good" Elvis smirked and put his gun away. "well I wish ya both a happy marriage." Elvis backed away after the photographer finished, shaking hands with them both before walking away to find his pretty little wife.

"She's up in y'all's room." Jerry jerked his head upstairs as Elvis came up to him "Thanks jer." Elvis nodded to him. You silently lay on your husband's side of the bed, taking in his natural, calming scent while gently rubbing your stomach "Last time I checked that's ma side, sugar." Elvis smiled softly "Can't help that it's more comfortable." you smiled back, eyes filled with love for him "Move for me baby." you scooched to your side, letting him lay down in front of you "You'll never see him again. I promised at our wedding I'll always protect ya and I'll make good on that." he kissed your forehead head as you laid your head on his chest

"I love you." you yawned, slowly falling asleep.

"I love ya too, Sweetheart."

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Summary: You and Elvis got married on October 31st,1970 and five weeks later December 5th,1970, you two have to attend one of the Memphis Mafia member's wedding but the groom can't seem to keep his eyes off of Elvis's new wife and Elvis notices that and man does he have Jealousy problems ( @galaxygirl453 )

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Wet Dream

Character/Fandom: Jerry Schilling - Elvis (2022)

Requested: yes - @shelbysbitchh enjoy my love ❤️

Prompt: One of your best friends, Priscilla Presley, is taking you over to a movie set to have a look around. Perks of having a bestie who's married to someone as famous as Elvis Presley. She introduces you to Elvis' producer, Jerry, who shows you around while Cilla is busy. Luckily for you, Jerry is a very acceptable substitute.

TW: None!

Rating: Pg-13    ||     Word Count: 3846

A/N: seeing luke bracey doused in water isn't something i realized i needed until writing this please and thank you

🦋 mila

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“So this is it!” Priscilla says, gesturing all around her.

Your eyes follow her arms to take in your surroundings. The buildings are tall and painted white with large posters, signs, and decorations hanging haphazardly everywhere. While you walk along the blacktop, your eyes are pulled in a thousand directions as you observe props, movie sets, and workers running chaotically around the property.

Priscilla has been one of your best friends for as long as you can remember and she knows that you’ve always been fascinated with films and moviemaking. So when Cilla offered to have you visit Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios in California and see what a real movie set looks like, you would never have dreamed of turning her down. You’d packed a bag within a matter of hours and been ready to go a week before your flight even left for California.

Practically vibrating inside, you’d met Priscilla and her driver at the airport a few hours ago. It’s been a while since you’ve seen Cilla, with her marrying Elvis and having Lisa Marie and all, so you’re more than happy to have some time to spend with your best friend once again. You’d talked the whole car ride, enthusiastically discussing your careers, families, love lives, and whatever else happened to come up.

And now, you’re finally here! At Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios where Elvis just finished filming his movie Clambake. According to Cilla, the agenda includes her giving you a personalized tour of the grounds, the costuming department, one of the sets for the movie, her and Elvis’ trailer, and of course an official introduction to her new husband. As your busy eyes flick from frame to frame of the chaotic world around you, trying to take in as much as you possibly can, Cilla’s voice interrupts your train of thought.

“Oh! Y/N, come here and meet Elvis’ team. People call them the Memphis Mafia,” she says, wiggling her fingers with a giggle.

You share a smile and allow her to take your hand and drag you toward a group of men of different shapes and sizes sitting around in a circle and watching television on a tiny square screen.

“Hi boys, I have someone I want you all to meet,” Cilla announces, jerking your body so that you’re standing next to her. “This is Y/N, one of my best friends from Connecticut. Y/N, this is the Memphis Mafia. Joe Esposito, Lamar Fike, Billy Smith, and Charlie Hodge.”

Your brain grinds its gears as you try to follow along with her slender finger while it points to each member. As soon as each name leaves Cilla’s lips, you know you’ll never remember which man is which. None of the men stand up and only one or two even acknowledge your existence. Although you find it a little rude, you offer a smile and mumble a few ‘hellos’ anyway.

“And this is Jerry Schilling, Elvis’ producer,” Cilla says, gesturing toward a man who is in the process of standing from his seat, bent at the waist so you can’t see his face.

When he lifts his head, your eyebrows quirk up just the smallest bit in surprise. He’s quite handsome with a shapely face, strong jawline, and striking blue eyes. His hair is long and sandy, feathered almost perfectly in a way that makes it look incredibly soft. As his eyes meet yours, you feel an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of your stomach. His long legs only take two steps before he’s towering over you.

You stick out your hand and flash him a smile. His large fingers grab ahold of yours, firmly shaking them up and down. His skin is very warm and surprisingly soft for as manly as he looks. As you both stare each other in the eyes, your smile fades. After a few seconds, you realize that you should tear your hand away, that you’ve been shaking hands for too long, staring into each other's eyes for too long. But something prevents you from moving. Jerry is the one to finally release your hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you say, adamantly forcing your gaze to remain on his eyes instead of dropping down to his lips like they want to. You expect a response but instead, Jerry just offers his own tight-lipped smile and nods respectfully. You glance over at Cilla, who is staring back at you with a quirked eyebrow and smirk plastered on her delicately beautiful features.

Suddenly, the noises of a crying baby shriek in the air. The high-pitched sound pierces through the calming static of the television and everyone in the vicinity of it winces or reaches up to cover their ears.

“Oh shit,” Cilla mutters before turning to you. “Listen, that’s Lisa Marie. I have to go take care of her real quick. Would you mind waiting a few minutes right here? I’m sorry…well, unless…hey Jerry you wouldn’t have time to take Y/N for a little tour, would you?”

“Sure. Not a problem,” Jerry speaks for the first time and you bite your lip to keep from smiling at the sound of his deep, raspy voice.

“Is that alright, Y/N? I can meet up with you both by our trailer and I’ll take you off Jerry’s hands?”

“Sure! Sounds like a plan!” you agree, secretly very pleased with how this situation has turned out.

Even though you really have missed Cilla, you’re intrigued by Jerry already and the thought of getting to spend a few moments alone with him is making your heart race with excitement. You watch as Jerry turns around and shrugs off  his brownish-grey jacket to place it on the back of the chair he’d been sitting on. Your eyes can’t help but trace up the muscles on his back and shoulders as they flex. When he maneuvers back around to face you, your mouth pops open just slightly at the sight of him. He’s dressed in a deep red dress shirt, half-unbuttoned to reveal a tan chest peppered with curled sandy hairs. He’s already in the process of rolling his sleeves up to his elbows like he knows it’s one of your greatest weaknesses. You clear your throat as he offers a smile and gestures to follow him.

“So where am I supposed to be taking you, exactly?” he asks as you sidle up next to him.

“Uh, well Cilla said she’d show me the costume department and one of the sets for the movie.”

“Right. We can start with the movie set. Follow me,” he glances over at you with a handsome smile and, now that you’re closer to him, you can see two dimples curled into his skin by the corners of his mouth.

You feel a smile tugging at your own cheeks and you drop your eyes to the ground to prevent him from noticing. You walk in silence for a few moments. You gulp every so often, unsure whether to voice the words that rise into your throat. Eventually, Jerry clears his throat to break the awkward silence that has settled and his effort gives you the courage to speak up.

“So, you’re Elvis’ producer? That’s super cool! Sounds like a busy gig,” you say, realizing halfway through your sentence that you actually have no idea what a producer does.

“Yeah, very busy, especially recently with all the movies Elvis has been working on.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I can imagine…you know, with all the stuff you do…on the daily.”

You stumble through the sentence, feeling heat creeping into your neck and ears as you set a mental reminder to stop speaking. Jerry chuckles quietly, those handsome dimples returning to his cheeks, before he glances over at you.

“You don’t know what a producer does, do you?”

You offer a laugh and shrug, shaking your head.

“Not really…”

“I do a lot of the dirty work. Finding and pitching projects for Elvis, arranging financial things, hiring people, overseeing everything and making sure it goes according to plan. Or as close to it as possible.”

“Oh, wow. That is a lot,” you reply. “I could never manage to-”

Your words run dry as Jerry stops abruptly and steps in front of you, reaching across your chest to push open a door to one of the studios. You audibly gasp as you jerk to a stop, gazing up into his face which is only a few inches away from you now. His arm is dangerously close to resting on your chest, his body within a fingers-length of your shoulder. You can practically feel the heat radiating from his body as he looks down at you with those shining blue eyes. Your chest heaves with shaky breaths as your stomach does somersaults over itself. Jerry offers a mischievous smirk and shrugs.

“Excuse me,” he says and you can feel the heat of his breath on your face.

You blink away your emotion and nervously giggle, stepping back so that he can open the door. He holds it open, gesturing with his arm and giving a slight bow with a grin. You can’t help but smile at him as you waltz through the door into the cold, dark room on the other side. You step in far enough that Jerry can also enter and close the door. But once the heavy metal door slams shut, the entire room is coated in tense darkness. You feel your eyes widen as you try to see something, anything in the room. Suddenly, the space is filled with light as Jerry flicks on the overhead lighting. You blink until your eyes have adjusted and what you see makes your mouth drop open in awe.

You stumble forward, being extra careful not to run into anything or knock over any props. Your head tilts up as you look in every direction, taking in all the equipment stuffed into the tiny facility. In the middle of the room, surrounded by a circle of cameras and mics, is a square platform on which there sits a a pole with waterskiing rods attached to it. There is a giant blank screen hanging behind the platform. In the corner of the room, there’s a giant white and red boat.

“So what is this movie about again?” you ask as you approach the platform to get a closer look at the props.

“It’s about this guy who’s inherited a fortune and he trades places with a waterski instructor to see if girls will still like him without his father’s money. It’s…not a role Elvis is particularly happy about acting out, if I’m being honest.”

As he explains, you pick up the waterskiing props and check them out. When you turn and step off the platform to get a better look at the boat in the corner, your foot catches on something.

“What’s this?” you ask absentmindedly, leaning down to pick it up. You aren’t really looking for an answer, but Jerry provides one anyway.

“Oh, that’s the hose they use to spray Elvis while he’s filming a waterskiing scene. It makes it look more real, you know. More dramatic.”

“Oh cool…how does it work?” you ask, fiddling around with the lever on the hose. “Do you just-”

You’re cut off by the super loud hush of the hose clicking on. A strong beam of water sprays out from the nozzle and you can’t help but laugh as you fumble around, trying to figure out how to turn it back off. Once your, now soaking wet, fingers finally find the lever again and manage to grip onto it long enough, you pull it closed. It clicks off, the water drizzling out to a lazy drip. You brush some hair out of your face and glance over to see Jerry. You drop the hose, one of your hands shooting up to cover your mouth.

You got him good. He’s standing with his arms held up, bent at the elbows in a disappointed expression. His hair is soaking wet, matted to his head. It’s no longer its usual feathery consistency nor its bright sandy color. It lays flat on his head, dyed a dark brown with the weight of the water. As your eyes trail down his face, you notice it’s also laying halfway into his eyes and you hold back a giggle. But your smile fades as your eyes latch onto his chest, bulging out from the red v-neck t-shirt he wears. As your eyes continue down his frame, your breath hitches at the sight of the t-shirt pressed tightly to his skin. You can see the outline of his muscles. He has a six-pack…apparently. A nice one. You can’t help but stare at it. Persistently. For way too long until Jerry clears his throat roughly and your eyes snap back up to meet his.

“I am..so sorry, Jerry. I did not mean for that to happen,” you pause, trying to collect yourself between the laughs that are threatening to burst from your chest and the embarrassment that’s sending heat flying through your skin.

You turn, too embarrassed to even look at him any more. Jerry sighs as you stammer through an apology. But when you spin back around to sneak a glance at his facial expression, he’s facing you head-on with the hose in his fingers. He shoots you a toothy smirk and you hold up your hands defensively, but before you get the chance to plead your case he’s flipped the switch on. The water is freezing cold as it bursts from the hose and soaks through your clothes in a matter of seconds. Your mouth hangs open in surprise as your eyes squeeze closed and laughs erupt from your stomach.

Finally, after what feels like hours, Jerry flicks the hose off and drops it to the ground. You reach up to rub your eyes open and when you can see again, you notice Jerry, hunched over, with his hands on his knees and a red face. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, not bothering to wipe away the water droplets which are sliding off your nose and cheekbones. When Jerry manages to stop laughing and right himself, he looks over at you.

“Ah, sorry about that. But it was only fair,” he says, his long legs stretching out to take a few steps closer to you.

You freeze, your heart beginning to slam against your chest with every step closer he takes. For a moment, you just stare at each other, your neck tilted upward to gaze into his eyes. Your own eyes threaten to flutter closed when his hand reaches out to tuck a strand of wet hair behind your ear. He seems to waver for a moment, his head bobbing forward just slightly. Your eyelashes flutter in anticipation but he pulls away with a clear of his throat.

“I guess we should, uh, get you a change of clothes,” he laughs and you join him.

He leads the way out of the building and across the street into another building of the exact same size, shape, and color as all the others. As soon as you walk in, you know exactly where you are. There are rows upon rows of costumes, all for different types of movies and characters, some bagged and some free-hanging. You immediately flood into the room, randomly choosing an aisle and traipsing through it while dragging your fingers along the different fabrics. Feathers, fur, leather.

You pause as your fingers land on a silky blue top. You push the other clothes out of the way to get a better look at the shirt and then pull it from the rack. It's gorgeous and looks remarkably comfortable and similar to your favorite top at home.

"So can I just pick...anything?" you ask, your eyes searching for Jerry in the massive room.

When you find him, you can see that he's already holding a complete outfit composed of a white dress shirt and a pair of tan pants. He's approaching you in the aisle. He gently lifts the top from your fingers and looks at it for a quick moment.

"I don't know, to be honest. But I say go for it," he replies with a mischievous smirk. "That color suits you."

You giggle and return to search for a pair of pants. Almost right next to the blue top you find what you're looking for and lay them both over your arm, waiting for further instructions from Jerry.

"I don't think there are any convenient places for us to change, since this is just the warehouse and not the dressing rooms. Uh," Jerry pauses as he glances around for a place where you can have at least a little privacy to change.

"We can just change in the corner," you suggest with a shrug.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. As long as you promise not to look."

Jerry chuckles as you shoot him a look. He follows you into the corner and you turn your back toward him. You glance over your shoulder to see him doing the same.

"Hey, no peeking."

"Same to you," he quips back and you roll your eyes playfully.

You turn back around and lift your top over your head, the fabric sticking to your body and unwilling to lift off. Once you've managed to wrestle it away, you carefully pull the other top on and adjust it to fit. You do the same with the pants.

"Hey, Jerry, can I turn around no-"

Your head snaps up as you sense Jerry's hands on your waist. They're so warm you can feel them through your top. You bite your lip and turn around in his grasp. His fingers slide along your waist with ease. You glance up into his eyes and he smiles down at you.

You know what's going to happen but it doesn't take anything away from the satisfaction when Jerry's hand slides onto your cheek. You lean into his touch, begging him to press his lips to yours. Your wish is granted as he lowers his face down to brush his lips against you. He hovers above your lips for a few moments. You suck in a breath, anxiously awaiting contact. After a few seconds, you can't wait any longer. You bob your head forward and smash your lips onto his.

Jerry's free hand grips onto your waist as his body weight leans against you. Your fingers brush up the soft fabric of his shirt and tangle into his neck and hair. Despite being soaked, his sandy locks are still soft and fine in your hand like you're running your fingers through wispy white clouds. You feel Jerry starting to walk you back and you allow him to press against you as your back hits the wall. You sigh gripping onto his neck as his thumb puts pressure on your cheekbone. Your leg instinctually begins to rise up, curling around him to pull his hips deeper into yours and-

BANG.

From somewhere in the room, something has fallen over or been knocked over. You both pull apart in shock, breathing heavily. You grasp onto his shirt, your leg halfway up his and flexed with a mixture of arousal and fear. After you both realize there's no imminent threat, you share a chuckle. Jerry's hands still rest on your face and waist and you would give anything for them to remain there forever. His blue eyes sparkle in the light as he gazes down at you.

"You looked," you say with a coy smirk.

"We always look."

You giggle, raising your neck up and curling your fingers around his to bring his lips down to yours again. You can feel him smiling into the kiss as his grip tightens around your waist once again. When he releases you, you rest your forehead against his, a smile permanently pasted on your features.

“We should probably get going,” you say with a nervous chuckle, pulling at the silky fabric of his shirt. You bite your lip as you glance up into his deep blue eyes. “Before we get into more trouble.”

“You know I don’t mind this trouble too much,” Jerry says, running his thumb along your cheekbone with a smile. You lean into his touch and stick your tongue between your smiling teeth. “But you got a tour to finish. Cilla’ll probably be wondering where we ran off to.”

He intertwines his fingers into yours and pulls you away from the wall. You unflex your fingers, assuming he’ll let go of your hand when you’re standing upright. But he doesn’t, only squeezing your fingers tighter. You swing your arms absentmindedly as you walk back with Jerry, close enough to smell his woodsy, musky cologne. A content smile rests on your face as you trot down the blacktop road. As if the moment isn’t perfect enough, the road lines up directly with the path of the setting sun, big and orange as it’s slowly disappearing on the other side of the black line of earth.

You sigh happily as Jerry slows to a stop in front of a trailer which you assume is the place you’re supposed to meet back up with Priscilla. Jerry leads you to the side of the trailer, leaning his strong wide shoulders against it as he holds onto your fingers in his. You smile up at him, taking a step closer and raising yourself up on your tip-toes to kiss his beautifully luscious lips again.

“Hi guys!” Priscilla’s voice interrupts your actions and you fall back down to your heels, immediately embarrassed. “Sorry it took me so long but it doesn’t look like you guys had any problems finding your way around.”

You glare at Cilla with wide eyes but she just shrugs with a knowing look.

“I can take Y/N off your hands, now, Jerry. Just for a while to finish the tour I promised her,” Cilla continues.

You awkwardly squeeze out a chuckle and glance up at Jerry with a glimmer in your eye. He releases your hands even though you can tell he doesn’t particularly want to.

“Thanks for everything, Jerry. It was all better than I could have hoped for,” you say, shooting a quick wink his way.

You turn to follow Cilla, who stifles a laugh as you walk away.

“So…sparks are flying with Jerry, are they?” she asks, smiling at you with a wide toothy grin.

You feel heat crawling up into your face again and you shake your head.

“I don’t know, maybe. He was very nice. Very…very fit,” you say and Cilla laughs out loud. “Hey, maybe I’ll hang around a few extra days.”

“Good idea. Then Jerry would have plenty of time to give you a more…thorough tour of the studio.”

You laugh and playfully shove Cilla. As you glance over your shoulder, you see Jerry leaning against the metal trailer, playing with the rolled sleeves of his dress shirt with a massive smile on his beautiful face. You laugh again before responding.

“God I hope so.”

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- 𝗃𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾 ☼✺

- 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍: 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑 ☼✺

- 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗌

i ☼✺

↬ 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋

- "𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗌" 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

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

- 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗏𝗂𝗌' 𝖾𝗑 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 ✿

- 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗇: 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ☼✺

- 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾: 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 ☼✺

[bcofl0ve]

a thought i had during the screening today. jerry’s presence in the graceland scene before hot & angry on beale is so funny given in 1957 he was 15. and luke bracey is a um. very large grown man. like.

ah yes. there he goes, good ol’ jerry schilling 15 years of age!

[eduardomarin90]

Baz Luhrmanns ELVIS (Official Trailer) from Bespoke Post on Vimeo.

From Oscar-nominated visionary filmmaker Baz Luhrmann comes Warner Bros. Pictures’ drama “Elvis,” starring Austin Butler and Oscar winner Tom Hanks.

The film explores the life and music of Elvis Presley (Butler), seen through the prism of his complicated relationship with his enigmatic manager, Colonel Tom Parker (Hanks). The story delves into the complex dynamic between Presley and Parker spanning over 20 years, from Presley’s rise to fame to his unprecedented stardom, against the backdrop of the evolving cultural landscape and loss of innocence in America. Central to that journey is one of the most significant and influential people in Elvis’s life, Priscilla Presley (Olivia DeJonge).

Starring alongside Hanks and Butler, award-winning theatre actress Helen Thomson (“Top of the Lake: China Girl,” “Rake”) plays Elvis’s mother, Gladys, Richard Roxburgh (“Moulin Rouge!” “Breath,” “Hacksaw Ridge”) portrays Elvis’s father, Vernon, and DeJonge (“The Visit,” “Stray Dolls”) plays Priscilla. Luke Bracey (“Hacksaw Ridge,” “Point Break”) plays Jerry Schilling, Natasha Bassett (“Hail, Caesar!”) plays Dixie Locke, David Wenham (“The Lord of the Rings” Trilogy, “Lion,” “300”) plays Hank Snow, Kelvin Harrison Jr. (“The Trial of the Chicago 7,” “The High Note”) plays B.B. King, Xavier Samuel (“Adore,” “Love & Friendship,” “The Twilight Saga: Eclipse”) plays Scotty Moore, and Kodi Smit-McPhee (“The Power of the Dog”) plays Jimmie Rodgers Snow.

Also in the cast, Dacre Montgomery (“Stranger Things,” “The Broken Heart Gallery”) plays TV director Steve Binder, alongside Australian actors Leon Ford (“Gallipoli,” “The Pacific”) as Tom Diskin, Kate Mulvany (“The Great Gatsby,” “Hunters”) as Marion Keisker, Gareth Davies (“Peter Rabbit,” “Hunters”) as Bones Howe, Charles Grounds (“Crazy Rich Asians,” “Camp”) as Billy Smith, Josh McConville (“Fantasy Island”) as Sam Phillips, and Adam Dunn (“Home and Away”) as Bill Black. To play additional iconic musical artists in the film, Luhrmann cast singer/songwriter Yola as Sister Rosetta Tharpe, model Alton Mason as Little Richard, Austin, Texas native Gary Clark Jr. as Arthur Crudup, and artist Shonka Dukureh as Willie Mae “Big Mama” Thornton.

Oscar nominee Luhrmann (“The Great Gatsby,” “Moulin Rouge!”) directed from a screenplay by Baz Luhrmann & Sam Bromell and Baz Luhrmann & Craig Pearce and Jeremy Doner, story by Baz Luhrmann and Jeremy Doner. The film’s producers are Luhrmann, Oscar winner Catherine Martin (“The Great Gatsby,” “Moulin Rouge!”), Gail Berman, Patrick McCormick and Schuyler Weiss. Courtenay Valenti and Kevin McCormick executive produced.

The director’s behind-the-scenes creative team includes director of photography Mandy Walker (“Mulan,” “Australia”), Oscar-winning production designer and costume designer Catherine Martin (“The Great Gatsby,” “Moulin Rouge!”), production designer Karen Murphy (“A Star Is Born”), editors Matt Villa (“The Great Gatsby,” “Australia”) and Jonathan Redmond (“The Great Gatsby”), Oscar-nominated visual effects supervisor Thomas Wood (“Mad Max: Fury Road”), music supervisor Anton Monsted (“Australia,” “Moulin Rouge!”) and composer Elliott Wheeler (“The Get Down”).

Principal photography on “Elvis” took place in Queensland, Australia with the support of the Queensland Government, Screen Queensland and the Australian Government’s Producer Offset program. A Warner Bros. Pictures Presentation, A Bazmark Production, A Jackal Group Production, A Baz Luhrmann Film, “Elvis” will be distributed worldwide by Warner Bros. Pictures. It is set to release in theaters in North America on June 24, 2022, and internationally beginning 22 June 2022.

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Star, November 2

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Meghan Markle 6 months pregnant with a girl 

Page 1: Kelly Osbourne’s super slim down -- calling 2020 her Year of Me she has dropped 85 lbs. and counting 

Page 2: Contents, Hailey Bieber 

Page 3: January Jones using a roller to smooth her face, John Lennon’s lookalike son Sean Lennon lit up the Empire State Building in blue to honor John on what would have been his 80th birthday, Ali Larter burst into a giggle fit during a solo stroll in Santa Monica 

Page 4: Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s kids will be like many kids of divorce: squarely stuck in the middle of their battling parents -- Angelina is fighting to take them all away on either Thanksgiving or Christmas but Brad wants the kids to spend time with him and his folks in Missouri which Angie refuses to agree to

Page 5: Not all the action on the Mission: Impossible 7 set has been for the cameras as Tom Cruise has been getting flirty with two of his costars Vanessa Kirby and Hayley Atwell while filming in Italy -- Tom’s following Vanessa around like a puppy one moment and Hayley the next and telling them how beautiful they look and how well they played a scene and he’s obviously got the hots for both of them -- Hayley is flattered he’s taken such an interest in her while Tom felt sparks with Vanessa a few years ago while shooting Mission: Impossible -- Fallout but she had a boyfriend then and now that she’s single Tom’s saying she’s the perfect combination of classy and cute, Ryan Gosling’s family is wondering whether he’s catering too much to his partner of almost a decade Eva Mendes because it’s been years since he has visited his relatives back in Canada and they’re pointing the finger at Eva and while Ryan swears he’s happy as a homebody especially during the pandemic his family is upset at the lack of contact and they are fed up with Eva for keeping him a virtual prisoner in L.A., while Rumer Willis feels she’s met her match in newly single Armie Hammer her parents Bruce Willis and Demi Moore are warning her off of him -- they’re happy that Rumer is happy but they don’t think she should be dating a guy with two young children who’s just starting divorce proceedings but Rumer isn’t worried that she’s a rebound because they were friends before the split and once the dust settles she believes they really have a chance 

Page 6: Hoda Kotb and her fiance Joel Schiffman have submitted paperwork to adopt another child, sister drama between Kendall Jenner and Kylie Jenner is making for a great new storyline on Keeping Up With the Kardashians especially after things got physical during a car ride on a family trip to Palm Springs and the spat wasn’t just for the cameras -- Kendall and Kylie have been growing apart for years and although they make out like things are OK and still goof around on Twitter but the reality is they get on each other’s nerves -- Kendall thinks Kylie is a spoiled brat and believes momager Kris Jenner gives her preferential treatment because her brand brings in more bucks -- it’s so sad because Kendall and Kylie used to be so close, Star Spots the Stars -- Katie Holmes and Emilio Vitolo Jr., Sofia Vergara, Kyle Richards, Zoey Deutch, Camila Morrone, Olivia Munn, Maren Morris 

Page 8: Star Shots -- despite ditching her typical baggy clothes Billie Eilish still turned heads with her signature neon green hair and pricey shoes, Gavin Rossdale playing tennis, Viggo Mortensen gave his seal of approval to a plaque in his honor at the 12th Lumiere Film Festival where he screened his new film Falling in Lyon, France

Page 10: Luke Bracey had everything he needed arriving on set of Baz Luhrmann’s untitled Elvis biopic in which he portrays music mogul Jerry Schilling in Gold Coast in Australia, Gwen Stefani during a photoshoot in Calabasas

Page 11: Joe Manganiello brought his dog Bubbles to the drive-in screening of his new film Archenemy at Beyond Fest, stage vets Bernadette Peters and Joel Grey took cover at the surprise A Moment for Broadway pop-up in Times Square a socially distanced performance to celebrate NYC’s theaters which have been dark since March 

Page 14: Sharna Burgess was in good spirits heading into Dancing with the Stars rehearsals, Justin Bieber on a Vespa around his neighborhood in Beverly Hills 

Page 15: Shia LaBeouf showed off his tattoos during a run, Scout Willis’ rescue dog Grandma nestled comfortably during a mid-day stroll 

Page 16: Kristen Taekman decorating her house for Halloween with son Cash

Page 17: Nev Schulman took a spin on rollerskates outside the Dancing with the Stars rehearsal studio, Rob Lowe at the beach in Santa Barbara 

Page 18: Normal or Not? Rita Ora bundled up for the dropping temperatures in London -- normal, Jessica Simpson riding her son Ace’s bicycle -- normal, a bespectacled Gwyneth Paltrow during a spa day -- not normal 

Page 19: At 6-foot-6 Charles Barkley had to squat to have his temperature taken before checking into a Beverly Hills hotel -- normal, Liam Hemsworth showing off his muscles during a workout with swimmer Ross Edgley -- normal, Dax Shepard decompressing in bed next to his dog Frank -- not normal 

Page 20: Fashion -- stars are classic in black dresses -- Zendaya, Elle Fanning, Regina King 

Page 21: Sara Sampaio, Margot Robbie 

Page 24: Dominic West who played a cheating husband on The Affair was snapped kissing Lily James despite being wed to Catherine FitzGerald since 2010 and after the photos made headlines he and his wife released a handwritten statement during a bizarre photo-op at their London home -- Catherine was humiliated by the news but she’s known to turn a blind eye and Dominic’s mad as hell with himself for getting caught -- meanwhile Dominic and Lily are set to resume production on BBC’s The Pursuit of Love which they’ve been filming in England sine July and Dominic is focused on fixing his fractured family which includes the couple’s four kids and he is committed to proving things with Catherine are strong and capable of surviving this 

Page 25: After seeming to find love at last Bethenny Frankel has called it quits with Paul Bernon after two years together because their long-distance romance proved too difficult to sustain even though Paul was willing to relocate from Boston in order to move in together but Bethenny got spooked and said no, Kristin Cavallari was spotted locking lips with comedian Jeff Dye during a night out in Chicago and those close to Kristin suspect there’s a motive behind her showing PDA with another man just six months after she and Jay Cutler announced they were splitting up: Kristin is big on getting the upper hand and kissing Jeff for everyone to see was a way of her telling Jay she was totally over him, after more than two years of dating Tobey Maguire’s girlfriend Tatiana Dieteman wants to make things official but Tobey is wary of settling down following his split from ex-wife Jennifer Meyer the mom to his kids -- now Tobey and Tatiana are at odds over their future and neither of them is backing down

Page 26: Cover Story -- Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are having a girl -- Harry and Meghan are secretly expecting baby No. 2 

Page 30: Ellen DeGeneres’ ratings troubles -- a dip in viewership shakes the daytime TV favorite leaving a struggling Ellen fighting for her show 

Page 32: Making Marriage Work -- despite hitting some bumps these stars put in the effort to save their relationships -- Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade, Beyonce and Jay-Z, Justin Timberlake and Jessica Biel 

Page 33: Catherine Zeta-Jones and Michael Douglas, Jana Kramer and Mike Caussin, Julianne Hough and Brooks Laich 

Page 36: Beauty -- Boo-tiful makeup -- Halsey

Page 38: Entertainment 

Page 48: Parting Shot -- Kelly Clarkson hosted the 2020 Billboard Music Awards featuring Lizzo 

[elvisabutler]

want to praise you like i should

summary: you don't have a praise kink. you never have and you think you never will. enter jerry. rating: m pairing: jerry schilling x gn reader ( i think, tell me if i erred too much to one side, i was really trying to make this as inclusive as i could. ) unrequited blink and you miss it steve binder x gn reader word count: 1667. i cannot write a damn blurb to save my life. warning: praise kink. oral ( m receiving ). implied sex. unprotected sex implied. elvis being fucking elvis. jealousy. possessiveness. faint d/s elements? probably an excessive use of the nickname kitten. because i asked for a gender neutral nickname that wasn't just baby and then i imagined it and now we're where we are. author's note: welcome to day 5 of kinktober: praise kink with jerry schilling. this is a new one for me and one of- two blurbs i'm posting with this kink today ( ideally, i do realize how late it is). i might write the sugar daddy elvis one within the week. we'll see. but yeah i'm not sure how good this one is, so hopefully y'all like it.

It starts innocently enough in Hollywood. You were Jerry's assistant doing the things that Jerry was too busy to get to, the small things that needed to be done to keep this whole enterprise running. Elvis was always either filming or getting into some mischief with Priscilla or an actress that you and Jerry and every adult in the picture had to clean up.

As it turns out? You were very good at cleaning things up. Elvis needed a quick getaway? You were there with the car before Jerry asked. Elvis needed to have a story buried? You were there with a charming grin ready to get a writer to just shove that under the wrong, with empty promises of having something better for them to write later. Any time you came back with the job done Jerry was there to greet you with a smile and four simple words.

"You did good, kitten."

You don't think about it the first time, or the second or really any number of times until you hear him saying it in the back of his bus, someone moving between his legs. You hear those words you only associate with yourself being uttered as he fists his fingers in their hair and you shudder. If that night you dream of being in that person's position- well, that's between you and your deity isn't it?

But then the Colonel has Elvis doing some sort of special for a sewing company and Vernon is talking about having to let you go but you feel Jerry's hand against your waist like he owns you as he pulls you close, shaking his head.

"Letting them go? With how good they are? I'll pay for their salary myself, Vernon." His response feels like it echos in your brain, the word good just bouncing around before you inhale sharply. If Jerry notices that day, he doesn't comment on it.

Which brings you to today, brings you to the time around today where you've practically been Jerry's shadow when you're not trying to get information from Steve and Bones about how the television industry works. You know you're not always going to be a Memphis Mafia assistant- Jerry's assistant- forever and it pays to have various skills.

Steve happens to be behind you, showing you something on a monitor when you hear Jerry's voice from the doorway.

"Steve you- Am I interrupting something?" His voice sounds a little tight, like he's angry and you find that you don't like how it sounds. You want to fix it like you fix so many other things with Jerry. You and Steve turn around with Steve's arm deciding around your waist is a good spot to be.

"Jerry-" You start, trying to move away from Steve and earning a sigh from him.

"I was just showing Y/N the ropes. They wanted to see, they're uh- a quick learner." His hand finally drops from your waist as Jerry motions for you to come over to the doorway.

Any other time and you'd make a comment about how you're not a dog and "try again, Schilling", but this time all you do is move to his side looking more than a bit confused.

"I know- they're good like that. You think so too, Binder?" Jerry asks with an edge to his voice that seems like jealousy and it's then that you realize what's going on and you have to bite back a laugh. Jerry was jealous like that one time you were. Oh this was a sight to behold even if you hear the word good and find that it has the same effect on you as it always does.

Steve opens his mouth before shutting it, almost as if he realizes he needs to choose his words carefully. When he finally answers you have to bite your lip. "I think they're one of the best. You- You should keep them around otherwise I might have to snatch them up. We could always use someone that good on the team here."

Jerry's hand goes out to your waist then, pulling you into him like that's where you belong and in a way you're beginning to realize maybe that's the truth. Maybe that's where you are always supposed to be, by Jerry's side cleaning things up or helping to run things. A flash of the idea of being married to him hits you and you let a small oh that only Jerry hears. He looks over at you and you swear you see his pupils dilate just looking at you.

"It's part of the plan. Listen, I need to borrow them, you can finish the lesson later. It's an EP thing." Jerry's grip has moved down to your hip and you can feel it getting tighter certain to bruise if he presses much more. You find you don't mind.

"Yeah- an EP thing. I- You go have fun, man. Just bring them back in one piece, they really could learn a thing or two." Steve's tone is soft as his eyes focus on Jerry's grip on your hip before shaking his head and turning back to the monitor.

Jerry leads you out of the room the second Steve turns away and into the nearest bathroom with a lock, shoving you in before locking the door behind him.

"What the hell, Jerry?" You ask before you're startled by the feel of his lips on yours. You almost push him away reflexively before you hear him mumbling as he kisses down your neck.

"My good kitten, my gorgeous baby. Steve's thinking you're free but he doesn't-"

You find your voice even if it's a little breathless as you actually push him off of you.

"I am free. You haven't- I didn't realize you wanted me, Jerry." Your voice betrays how truly and honestly confused you are before he moves to cup your face.

"Oh, kitten, no. I- I'm your boss and you didn't seem interested. But seeing you there with him- seeing him look at you like that- I had to let you know."

"EP's my boss, Jerry." You say like that is supposed to explain your own feelings before you sink to the ground, your hands moving to undo Jerry's belt as quick as you can. "And you weren't interested. You kept telling me how good I was but then you had other people in between your legs. And you told them they were good." You pause, tilting your head at his hardening cock before pulling down his underwear. "When you and I know I'd be the best."

Jerry starts to speak, tries to defend himself before you take him in your mouth and whatever he was about to say is overtaken by a groan as he moves to put his hand in your hair, trying to find something to grip. You pull off and let yourself do small kitten licks all across his cock, looking up and watching him stare down at you, his chest heaving like he's run a marathon already. When you're satisfied that you've lived up to your kitten nickname, you take him back in your mouth, your lips stretching around his cock as you slowly work your way to getting all of it in your mouth. He's thicker than you're used to, but the length- you can work with the length. Your tongue brushes the underside, tracing a vein as you listen to him practically whimpering above you.

"Fuck- kitten. You're so good, always so good to me and so good at what you do. Such an overachiever, bet if I asked you'd take me in this bathroom, you'd cry out so everyone would know you're mine, finally." His hand is gripping your hair fully now, pulling at it and you let out a groan between that and the feeling off his cock reaching the back of your throat. "Taking all of me in your mouth, you're- knew you'd be good. So fucking- I'm- I want to come in your mouth, kitten."

You look up at him, trying to convey your permission and you figure it's how long you've been working together that has him reading the look correctly as he grunts. "You're so good to me, letting me come in your mouth. You'll swallow it because that's what good kittens do."

Your hand moves in between your legs before Jerry yanks your hair. "None of that kitten. Good kittens don't- You won't touch yourself, that's for me later once you're off your knees. Let me taste how I've made you feel- how my praise is making you feel. You'll be good like you always are, won't you?"

You whimper and you can feel him twitching from the vibration, and you hollow out your cheeks, trying to manage a tighter suction before you hear a series of curses and the warm salty feeling you only associate with come filling your mouth. You almost start to choke, everything getting to be too much before you remember to breathe through your nose, pulling your mouth off of Jerry as you swallow. A bit leaks out from the sides of your mouth and you feel it. You find yourself leaning against the wall on your knees when you feel Jerry's thumb swipe at the side of your mouth, wiping up the cum that you lost. He moves his thumb to your lips and without a second thought your tongue darts out to lick it off.

Jerry's eyes are even more heated after that as he pulls you up, praises falling off his lips as he does. You shiver at the continued praise and at his touch against your face and at how his hand is drifting lower down your torso until he reaches between your legs.

"Let me take care off you. Show you how I reward my good little kitten. My good baby."

Your only answer is a nod as you kiss him, letting him taste himself on your lips.