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h0unds-of-h3ll · 7 months

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Dolly

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

Big daddy! Elvis x Playboy bunny! Reader.

Hc.

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

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

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

The beginning

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

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

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

“What if he kisses me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Him ravaging you in your pink little room.

Oooo, how livid your bunny sisters would be.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pre game

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

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

Normal girl talk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I’m sure he won’t bite,”

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

“Unless you tell him to.”

The meeting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting groped and cat called by every man you encountered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your cheeks were flushed and your face was damp.

Big adult feelings became all too overwhelming.

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

“Get ‘er for me.”

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

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

You take his hand as he pulls you up.

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

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

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

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

“Go talk to him sweetheart.”

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

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

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

“Are you shy nungen?”

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

“Aint nothin’ wrong with that.”

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

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

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

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

You nod.

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

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

“Got a purty lil’ voice too,”

He breathes out the smoke while he talks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

After

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-its too much!”

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

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