#next time i come i am staying in palm springs HOWEVER

[be-my-ally]

All Revved Up

a/n: mention of elvis knowing he was going to buy the stutz; but from my research it appears the actual purchase was more spur of the moment than it is implied here. 

For a prompt that was fic based on a car. The car is… not the main event here; i can’t yet quite bring myself to defile the blackhawk - maybe another time. 

warnings: some level of objectification; oc laura briefly  compares herself to a car, brief fingering/masturbation, sex (p in v). I am, officially, sick with (absolutely totally not just a cold) flu so if this makes no sense I am sorry lol. pretty much p without plot. really stupid car jokes.

wc: 2.2k concise smut is back!!

1970 elvis x oc

thanks to the girlies as always!!

If you were to peer up at 1174 Hillcrest Drive from the road you’d probably be too far away to notice the curtains twitch just the teeniest bit, at least that’s what Laura hopes from her position trying to look out at Elvis in the driveway. She’d wanted to come out with him, he’d been so excited about the delivery of his new car, 

“It’s a prototype Lor, you can’t even buy it yet!” But he’d been adamant that she had to stay inside, preferably away from any prying eyes. He’d explained he’d agreed to photos - that they had been a key factor in the negotiations for the car. It had, in fact, been pretty much the only way to keep Sinatra away from it, and he didn’t need to have his joy at that tidbit of information be soured by Priscilla’s reaction to his truly broken promise with Laura being errantly caught in the background of one of the, sure to be heavily publicized, images. He’d sworn up and down to Cilla - he was going to the Hillcrest house just for the car; he’d be back at the new house in Palm Springs a day or two later; and no, no she didn’t need to bother even doing the fairly short drive with Lisa, “No, really Cilla it’s fine - it’s going off to be customized anyway.”

In a similar fashion to this elusive car, Laura had been delivered to Beverly Hills herself for the next couple of days. It was a nice change of pace from Vegas for her; she was, despite being essentially at Elvis’ beck and call whenever he wanted someone fun but familiar for a couple of days, still working at the International. While it was the fall Las Vegas didn’t really have an ‘off’ season and so it had been a struggle to find someone to cover her shifts at such late notice but her excitement at the possibility of getting to be alone with Elvis for three days had made it well-worth the effort. He’d promised her mostly uninterrupted bliss, and apart from these two hours on Friday he’d be all hers until Sunday afternoon. 

“I swear - I won’t be long. ‘S the only reason I was able to be here; just gotta spend the hour and take the pictures.” Despite her annoyance - he’d been pulled out of bed for it, he was practically reverberating with excitement and all she could do was concede, agreeing to stay away from the front of the house for however long it took. She couldn’t resist a peek though, even though she knew basically nothing about cars, still wanting a sneaky preview of what he’d been so excited for. 

She wasn’t disappointed, it was a gorgeous car and looking at the long, sleek black lines of it that she could just about see from her vantage point she could understand his desperation to have it. He circles it, looking like he’s dressed to match the car, slender black suit and thick gold belt accentuating the gold accents of the S badge at the top of the long silver grill. Laura continues to watch him as he gently brushes a hand over the shiny waxed exterior as he peers into the windows - appreciating the finish. The action makes her squeeze her thighs together, stomach muscles and vagina twitching and tightening in some sort of bastardized kegel as she remembers him that morning, circling the bed and assessing her in much the same way, claiming he just had to check he’d remembered her just right. 

He walks out of sight, and had anyone else been in the room with her she would have been mortified at the sad groan she let out in response to being unable to track him any further, and she lets the curtain drop out of her grip - stomping back over to the bed and flinging herself on it. 

She’s left hot and needy, and frustrated enough to start to deal with it herself, absentmindedly fiddling with her nipple, images of Elvis circling the car, circling her running through her head. She takes a shuddering breath in as she runs her hand down to slip into her panties, imagining it was him brushing his hand over her - complimenting the softness of her skin the same way he commented on the waxed finish of the hood. She’s just starting to get somewhere, her eyes closed, as she focuses on her clit when the door slams open as Elvis walks in. He’s taken his jacket off, left in his white shirt and black trousers, sunglasses still on his face. Laura jerks her hand out from her panties with a start. His frown transforms into a grin at the sight of her panic and sudden look of concentrated innocence, his eyebrows rising behind his glasses. 

“Huh, now then, what do we have here?” 

“What, what do you mean Elvis?” She tries to play it coy, rolling to face him fully and tugging her dress down as she does. 

“Well, I saw something in the window, sure looked like some little girl peeping out where I told her to stay away. You tryin’ to get me in trouble with my wife?” She cringes at the mention of Priscilla, playful mood changing as she quickly attempts to defend herself. 

“No, no, of course not!” He frowns at her sternly for a moment before he cracks, shaking his head laughing, 

“Knew it was you!” 

Laura gasps, “You didn’t even see me?!” He shakes his head, still laughing as he walks over to sit on the other side of the bed, curling his knee up so he can face her. 

“Oh you wicked boy! Elvis! I thought you were really annoyed!” He smiles, taking his glasses off, leaning over to rest on his hand over her legs. She shifts onto her back, leaning against the headboard. 

“So,” He flops his head to the side, keeping his eyes on hers as he trails a finger up her leg, circling her knee, “then, tell me, how much is that girlie in the window?” She giggles at his frankly stupid joke, and the way he’s just catching her where she’s most ticklish at the joint of her knee and thigh. 

“Hmmm, more than you can afford now you’ve bought that faaaaancy car.” 

“You like it, baby?” She nods, fervently, 

“It’s gorgeous… I bet it drives real nice.” Elvis looks pensive for a moment, 

“Yeah, well, uh, maybe - maybe later, when, when it gets properly delivered - after it’s gone to George, I’ll take you for a spin.” He nods, “Actually, yeah, that would work - I might even be in Vegas by then.” She hums noncommittally. He smiles, changing the subject, “Now though, let’s get that engine of yours purring huh?” His hand slips further up her thigh and he pretends to act shocked when his fingers graze across a damp spot, “Ah, you’re already all revved up aren’t you baby?” 

Laura nods, her legs parting open,  dress rising to her waist again. “Uh-huh, been waiting for you,” He tugs gently at a little patch of curls escaping from the legband of her underwear as he wriggles two fingers under the fabric,  and she squirms, 

“Ohh, you have been keeping that little motor running - just waiting for me to come and take it for a ride huh?” He rubs his knuckles over her burning, sticky, skin before reluctantly withdrawing his hand in order to shift himself up the bed, situating himself between her knees. He rapidly unbuckles and unzips himself, Little Elvis springing free, heavy belt buckle hanging down by his side, the weight pulling his trousers down further. Laura moans,

“God, El, wanna ride you - or you ride me, or god, I don’t know - whatever you were saying.” He laughs at her flustered expression and words, pushing her legs further apart and tugging her closer. 

“Shit, gotta, gotta get these off,” It never fails to make her smile to herself the way he’s portrayed as some sort of sex-god, and then does something like forgets to take her panties off. She shimmies them off herself, minding she doesn’t kick him in the ribs while she pulls her leg up. They’re still hooked around one of her ankles when he impatiently pushes her leg back down, gripping her knees. Elvis pumps his fist down himself, tugging her closer, nudging himself at her folds. Laura stops him, reaching down to grasp at his glasses, he doesn’t help her but he also doesn’t stop her and soon he’s blinking slightly as his eyes are forced to adjust to even the slight difference of light in the dimness of the room. She chucks them to the side, smiling back in response to his, lifting her hips a little and hooking her feet behind him - as if to remind him what he had been about to do. He looks to the side, grabbing a pillow from beside her head, shoving it under her hips. 

“You ready baby?” She nods, and he grins suddenly boyish, “Gotta pump that lil empty engine full of gas now.” She shakes her head even as she giggles, kicking him just the teeniest bit. “Ow! Watch it!” He laughs. 

“Elvis -I swear if you make a ‘you’ve got gas’ joke now I’m getting up and walking out of here.” He loses his balance at that, practically collapsing on top of her as he laughs hard enough that he’s shaking the mattress. 

“Don’t you mean drive -” He sets himself off again, “Don’t - don’t you mean you’re gonna pull out,” he chortles, “p-pull out and drive away?” 

“You silly, silly, man.” She can feel him twitching against her upper thigh, his laughter tickling her neck where he’s tucked his head down, his hot puffs of breath causing her skin to pebble. “Or is that race-car driver?” He heaves a last breath of laughter and presses a kiss against her collarbone before pulling himself back up. 

“Lady and Gentleman, start your engines.” He slides his fingers against her, and Laura quite literally can’t open her legs any wider, shifting her hips up as she tries to ignore his joke, 

“C’mon El, please, I need you.” He strokes her side, shoving the hem of her dress even further up. 

“I got you, don’t worry, I got you baby.” Elvis mutters, sinking into her, mouth instantly falling open, as he’s enveloped in her wet heat. She takes a deep breath in as she adjusts to him and he stills for a second, waiting until she nods before starting to move his hips. 

It’s quick and dirty, clutching at her waist and slamming her against him, moving a hand to paw at her clit and Laura is almost embarrassed at how quickly she finds herself on the edge. Elvis is whispering compliments, sucking his cheeks in in that way he does, unable to stop his lips and cheeks twitching between speech and it quickly gets to be almost too much, watching the sweat start to form on his forehead, the fact that he’s still fully clothed - like he just couldn’t wait. His thumb rubbing her just right as he mutters, 

“Oh baby, bet-better than a, than a - than a fucking corvette, god I love you.” and it sends her straight over the cliff. 

Her eyes fall closed as she shudders through her orgasm, finding herself still trembling and being held up entirely by his grip on her hips even when her blood stops fizzing in her ears and she’s able to relax her tense muscles. 

She opens her eyes just in time to watch him throw his head back, hair flopping with it, his lip curling as he grunts through his own orgasm, pulling out just in time to shoot across her thigh. If either of them had lasted longer than five minutes she’d be surprised. He collapses to the side of her, breathing hard, and it’s a couple minutes before either of them speak. 

“Jeez Lor, remind me why you’re not coming back to Tennessee with me?” She gives him a wry smile, 

“You know full well why.” Laura trails a finger down his cheek, jabbing it into him and squealing as Elvis playfully tries to bite it, “besides, you’re back in January aren’t you?” He nods, 

“Yeah- yeah I think, think that’s what’s bein’ ‘rranged.” He pauses, “You’ll still be there won’t you? Still looking pretty with your little apron and tray ?” Laura grins, 

“You never know - I might be promoted by then…I’ll be waiting on the rich and famous in the suites and just won’t have any time for you.” He nibbles down her finger, looking at her darkly, 

“Yeah you will be. Waiting just on me.” She giggles, shaking her head, “Uh-huh, only me - gonna put in a special request.” He taps her nose with her own finger, his hand enveloping hers, “Just. For. Me.” She nods along with him, whispering back, unable to stop herself giggling, 

“Yep! You and all the other rich and famous people.” He shakes his head, flopping back down to distract her with a kiss. 

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Doctor's Orders

[Primis! Edward Richtofen x amab! Reader Smut]

⚠️Warnings⚠️

[Amab reader]

[Male nickname used]

[Censored swearing]

[Mentions of blood]

[Multiple org*sms]

[Blowj*b]

[Handj*b]

[Thigh h*mp*ng]

[Borderline s*x**l torture]

[HEAVY GAY SMUT 18+ ONLY]

"Nein! We can not risk you coming along right now, mein Herz." The German doctor of the group argued against you.

He stared down tenderly at you, he was much taller than you. Yet, you held your ground, staring up at him and did not back down.

"I can still help, it's a swollen wrist." You retorted, getting closer to the doctor.

"Technically. It's dislocated." He said, placing a hand on your shoulder, "and you shouldn't be shooting with it, it could cause more injury."

"Ed, I'm not just gonna sit here while you four-"

"(Y/n), bitte, just listen to me, you only need stay here und rest. Doctor's orders." The joke was funny, but Edward only frowned.

You and Edward had been "not dating" for... well, time was weird... you started somewhere in 1940's Germany. Except you weren't even born until early 1990's, but to you it had seemed like eons.

The relationship the two of you share, is typically very strictly sexual, although, you always craved more. You are more than happy to be what Edward needs in the present, to you he is a gift, a breath of fresh air from all the other men and women you've been with.

You sighed, heavily, "Fine, Edward. Whatever."

"Do not be like that, it is for your own good." Edward said, slinking a hand to your jawline, "und when I am back, I'll have something to make it worth your wait."

Heat, from the blood rushing to your face, made you have a terrible red hue cover your cheeks. Your lips turned slightly up at the ends, "OK, doc, whatever you say."

"That's my boy." He said, leaning down to kiss your lips, smiling into the embrace before-

"YO! Doc, you coming or what?" Dempsey, an American marine, called out from the next room over.

Edward groaned as he pulled away, all ready annoyed with the American, "Dempsey may not make it back."

Laughter erupted out of your mouth, "I wouldn't mind that either. Be safe."

"Jawohl." Taking his leave, Edward walked through the doors.

Almost immediately after, loneliness set it's cruel hooks into your mind. You had so very little alone time, with the other four men, you weren't sure how you could spend the next few hours.

You laid down on small bed you had claimed, the springs were worn, some broken, and the mattress was busted open, with the stuffing leaking out in certain places.

A bed, however, was a luxury in your line of work. You tried to rest, closing your eyes waiting for sleep's warm, welcoming embrace.

It never came.

After what felt like hours you sat up, pacing around. You felt useless, your team was out there, trying to turn the power on, slaughtering countless flesh addicts and you were what?

Supposed to rest?

You let out a loud groan, covering your face with your hands, "Richtofen is just trying to make me useless."

You finally sat down on the concrete floor, wishing for anything to do. Your thoughts wondered what the team was doing, how they were getting along with out you.

Images of Edward stabbing his way through hordes of zombies, him covered in blood. Before, the whole time travel thing, you never cared for things of gorey nature, although, Edward gets a certain way when blood is present.

The memories alone were enough to light a needy fire in your core. You continued daydreaming, before you could realize to stop yourself, your pants were tight. Fighting against your growing er*ct*on, "F**k!"

You Palmed the zipper of your trousers, moaning slightly at the contact. An idea popping into your mind, "I know how I'll spend my afternoon alone."

You stood back up, almost diving onto the busted bed, hastly unbuttoning your trousers and slipping them off. You slipped your hand under your waistband of your underpants, teasing yourself, you carefully rubbed the head of your c*ck.

Your hips jolted forward at the action, a string of swears left your mouth. Knocking into your sore wrist, "Ah f**k!" You cried out, the pain making you retract your hand.

You slipped out of the loose fabric, pumping yourself in your hand, carefully, allowing enough time in between to tease the tip.

The bed beneath you began squeaking as you rythmically moved your hand. The fire in your core was so dull compared to the aching in your wrist, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your hips moving on their own as well, your other hand messaging your sack. The popping of your sore wrist made the pain almost double each time. It wasn't long before steamy tears blinded your vision, the pain being too much.

The closer you got to your climax, the less you began to care however.

"AH-! F**k Edward-" you moaned out, you imagined the German, pumping his own hand around you. His pretty mouth lightly suckling on your balls, while his hand worked.

He would also be pumping his own c*ck, he would get more pleasure from it though, being uncircumsized.

"S-Shit..." You slurred out, as you heard a loud pop. Your wrist crackling as you quickened your pace, "F**k it hurts."

You tossed your head back, getting so close right before-

The door swung open, "Are you ok-?"

You froze, you glanced up at Edward, who was also frozen in his tracks, your breathing began to steady as you stared at your startled lover.

A quick blush crept onto his typically stoic expression, "Ah... apologies. I had only heard- und I assumed..."

Edward's grey eyes widened and glanced away as he noticed where he was staring, "Es tut mir leid-! I'll... umm.. leave you to it."

Edward attempted to sneak away, before your sweet voice caught his ear, "Ed, please, don't go."

It was barley over a whisper, he reopened the door, eyes wide. Stepping into the room again, "Edward... If you wouldn't mind, I'd like some help.. My wrist really hurts when I-"

"J-ja... well this is the last thing you should be doing!" His doctor persona took over, approaching the bed, "but not to worry, Schatz, I will take care of you now."

Not wasting any time, Edward began disrobing, walking towards you and unbuttoning his vest. He walked on his knees on the bed, crawling towards you as he through his vest off.

Locking his lips with your own, he bent over you, undoing his belt. Your hands moved to begin unbuttoning his white, bloodstained shirt, carefully to not anger your sore appendage more.

He growled against you, chuckling darkly, "so eager?"

You could only hum a response, 'mmhmm'

With a firm jerk, his trousers were down to his knees and his chest now exposed where you had unbuttoned his shirt. You looped a finger under the waistband of his boxers and slipped them lower, "Let the examination begin."

His husky voice in your ear, made you shiver. Edward licked his lips staring at your already erect c*ck, he took you in his mouth, his head moving up and down on you.

You moaned beneath him, a hand moving into his hair to ground yourself. One of Edward's hands played with your balls, the other drawing circles on you thigh. You so were so close, it was almost overstimulating.

"Ed-! Please." You mumbled out, The German doctor chuckled, making you moan as it sent vibrations through your needy core.

Fighting against your self, your hips attempted to buck into Edward's mouth, but you focused on keeping them down. So scared to lose this climax, he was so willing to give you.

You slightly opened your eyes, glancing at Richtofen, who's grey eyes had been staring up at you this whole time. Your hand had tussled his usually perfect hair, his face was red and drool covered his mouth.

He continued moving, however, staring you in the eyes as he did. "Ed. I'm so close." You were finally able to gasp out, his hand constricting around your balls, causing you to through your head back.

He continued to pump, squeezing the small organ, it was driving you crazy. "F**k.. Ah-!" A hand found your mouth as you climaxed in the doctor's mouth. He choked sitting up, he wiped his face then tasted his fingers.

"Delicious as always."

You could only laugh, your breathing still incredibly heavy and your hand aching even worse.

Edward stood up, "Now, sit up." His accent seeming to get thicker.

"Richtofen, I think I need a second.." You breathed out, holding your rapidly falling chest.

"Nein, you want to feel better do as the doctor says." He said, grabbing your healthy arm and pulling you out of your horizontal position.

You sat on the edge of the bed, Edward pumping your sore c*ck. You became more and more noisy as he did, moans and gasps leaving your mouth so much more this time.

When your c*ck was hard enough to barley stand on it's own, Edward turned around guiding the c*ck into him. You moaned more, hiding your face in the crevice of his neck.

Edward rode you, bouncing on your lap, the feeling was euphoric, because you were already so overstimulated.

"Scheiße... right there." Edward said, focusing on where to hit for his own pleasure.

Your c*ck got harder and harder inside of the German, your hands finding his much larger c*ck. Playing with it, you began to pinch the foreskin and play with his tip, making him much more vocal.

His bouncing got more paced as your massaged his length, a hand finding your hair, pushing you farther into his neck if it was even possible.

You could feel your second climax approaching, you began pumping Richtofen in your hand. He squirmed around, trying to get more friction, causing you to moan as he moved around on your aching c*ck.

"Ja, ja. Bitte, please, please." He cried out, you bit the skin on his neck lightly, making him repeat his previous action.

Your hand stopped pumping as euphoria washed over you once more, squeezing your hand tightly around Edward's c*ck. The warm feeling combined with the squeezing made Edward follow in his own euphoric release.

"Ah-! Mein Gott!" He said, in between heavy breaths.

"Alright, Ed! I think I'm done." You said, as you finally caught your breath, only to be met with a laugh.

"You may, aber ich bin nicht!" The doctor said, standing up, pulling a wince from your mouth as the cool air replaced Edward's warm insides.

"I don't think I can anymore, Ed, you're gonna give me the opposite of 'blue balls'.."

Your pleading only made the German have a twisted smile, like he planned to give you the fullest extent of any torment you'd been put through, "Do not worry, my heart, the doctor will take good care of you."

Edward stood before you, sticky white strings dripping off his thighs and p*n*s. He wore a wicked smile, looking down at you biting his lip, giving you the feeling of a prey animal being cornered.

A firm hand gripped your well wrist tightly, pulling you up, "und now, my darling, it is your turn."

Edward said darling as a growl, his hands pressing into your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips. Kissing you rough and full of passion, you moaned into the kiss, leaning closer into his chest.

Enjoying the feeling of being so close to the man you had grown to love, before it was all ripped away as he pushed you down onto the busted mattress again. Falling on your stomach, you winced as the bedding collided with your hurt hand, "Argh, Scheiße-!"

Turning to see Edward standing above you slowly pumping his c*ck, his eyes prying into your fragile body. Oh if looks could kill...

He slowly crawled onto the bed, laying on top of you, his lips brushed over your ear, "C*m before me and we'll have to go again, verstanden?"

You nodded, muttering swears under your breath. Edward groaned in your ear as he slid himself into you, you grabbed fistfuls of the bedding. Edward's c*ck was exactly how you would have imagined, long and built, much like the rest of his body.

He pumped into you, huffing with his movements, "Ah- Ja, ja."

Your face was buried in the mattress, tears leaking into it, your own p*n*s being rubbed by the motion your body moved and the mattress beneath. Had you not been almost at your thrid climax, you probably wouldn't have been so quick to or*a*m again.

"Awe, mein poor lad." Richtofen faked a pout as he slammed into you at a rather quick pace.

The tightening in your stomach shown through the mocking, you were close but you couldn't c*m just yet. Otherwise, Edward would continue to torture you, it was all too much.

You whimpered, attempting to hold it in, "F-fuck, Ed. No, stop." You struggled out, trying so hard to fight against your ever approaching climax. You clenched, attempting to stop the climax, however, you could not.

You came on the bed.

Edward only laughed, continuing to hit that spot you liked, you let out groans that sounded like they came from the put of your gut. Your eyes rolled back, your body twitched, "Fuck-!"

He groaned biting his lip as he came inside you, he stayed in your twitching warmth a little while before pulling out.

"One more time, as promised, darling, und we'll be done."

"I'm gonna get you a fl*shlight." You mumbled at him.

"A what?"

"Nothing, Ed. Just f**k me already." You said, no enthuasm at all.

Exhaustion was beginning to set in, more than just your sore wrist ached. You rolled over looking at the German who just continued staring at you with those damned eyes. He once again, laid over you kissing you sweetly on the lips, "this time will be more fun."

Grabbing onto your thighs, Edward pushed your legs apart and lifted them up. You felt semi-ridiculous but were far too tired to complain, Edward situated himself in between your thighs. His still firmly er*ct c**k, in the center as he closed your legs around him.

He humped into your thighs, his p*n*s rubbing against your own. You moaned as he quickened his pace, the overstimulating feeling began to die down and you were once more enjoying the action.

Edward seemed to be enjoying so much more, though. He pumped himself quickly between your thighs, huffing and groaning, scattered words of German flew from his mouth.

You took your hand and began pumping your own c**k, you wrist crackling again, the pain making you wince.

"Nein-!" Edward grabbed your hand, holding it firmly, "enjoy me."

It was more of a command than he expected, but you had no complaints.

Edward continued humping your thighs, his tip rubbing against your c**k with his movements.

"F**k, Ed." You groaned.

"Ja, me too." He said, bringing the hand he was holding to his face, placing delicate kisses to it.

With a loud moan and his body trembling, Edward's hips began to stutter as his thrusts became more sporadic. His tip grazed against yours, sending you into a small or*a*m, Edward soon followed suit, as you were both covered in sticky white strings.

Your last sight being Edward collapsing beside you, breathing heavily.