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whatstruthgottodowithit · 6 months

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It Hurts Me

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Actor RPF,

Pairing: Jerry Schilling x Reader, Elvis Presley x Reader

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

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 7849

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

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

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

ELVIS MASTERLIST // SONG LINK // HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE

Thunk.

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

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

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

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

‘Hey,’ he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘No I get it,’ you said, ‘it’s fine.’

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

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

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

‘What?’ Jerry said.

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

‘Guess she missed you,’ Jerry mused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Sure thing,’ Joe agreed.

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

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

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

‘Fine,’ you lied.

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

‘What is it?’ Elvis said straightening up.

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

‘None?’ Elvis asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What?’ you asked irritably.

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

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

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

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

‘Okay,’ he mumbled, ‘sorry.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘No, of course not,’ he sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Fine, okay, sorry,’ he mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

✵✵✵

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Yeah, well,’ he said noncommittally.

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Cassie,’ he grumbled.

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

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

‘So?’ you replied.

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

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

‘What?’ he asked confused.

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

‘Just leave it okay?’ he sighed.

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

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

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

‘So why me?’ you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✵✵✵

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

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

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

‘You been up a while?’ he yawned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Oh yeah fine,’ you replied.

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

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

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

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

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

‘Okay, bye honey,’ he replied.

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

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

‘Fine,’ you said, ‘breakfast?’

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

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

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

‘Peachy,’ you said sarcastically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hundred per cent.’

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

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

He made you feel better, less pathetic, loved.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Jer,’ you said sadly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Could spend every weekend there,’ you murmured.

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

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

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

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

‘Of course not,’ he promised.

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

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

‘It does, doesn’t it,’ he agreed.

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

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

‘We still have till tomorrow,’ you said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hey man,’ Elvis smiled.

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

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

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

‘Nah probably not,’ Elvis agreed, letting you go only a little so that you were still tucked into his side as he asked, ‘She kept you entertained?’

‘Course,’ Jerry said, a tight smile on his face that Elvis didn’t clock.

‘Good,’ Elvis said, ‘though if you don’t mind I uh think we’ve got some entertainin’ of our own to do don’t you think.’

‘Right,’ Jerry said, ‘uh see you later.’

‘Later man,’ Elvis said, not even giving you a choice before he ushered you forward, taking you by the hand down towards your bedroom, though not before you shared one last look with Jerry.

It was an odd feeling, to have something knowing that at some point you’d inevitably have to let it go but it was a feeling made worse by the fact you weren’t sure you wanted to anymore. Because as much as it hurt Jerry to watch you do it, to be a fool, it hurt you just as much to know you were one.

It hurts me to see him treat you the way he does, It hurts me to see you sit and cry, When I know I could be so true, If I had someone like you, It hurts me to see those tears in your eyes.

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elvisabutler · 11 months

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ally's wet hot smut summer

i would try and do this all fancy but i am not always the most graphically inclined. so this is basically kinktober but in the summer and stretched out over two months so i don't take on too much.

basically pick your day and pick your character/person and i will write it. if there is enough interest i will do four days that are double dips. now, day sixteen is a free day/free space where once the first 15 are filled, whoever wants that can go for it and pick the kink and if i'm okay writing it, i will. also within reason i might be able to work a kink into a specific verse as i did with my austin and dove/priscilla reader requests during kinktober.

only rule i'd like to make is one request per person- at least until this has been up for 24 hours. people who i write for are in the tags plus, and these four are mildly iffy so pick them at your own peril: wil ohmsford from shannara chronicles, hangman and rooster from top gun and mccoy from star trek ( i do err more to the kelvin timeline/aos/the karl urban portrayal as a warning, i'm also capable of writing not reader fic with him but idk all of y'alls taste because it's not the normal fandom y'all are used to. ) i'm also willing to attempt an elvis movie character or two so hey if you want to surprise me with a request for one of them i won't complain.

day one. cuckolding with steve x reader x elvis

day two. marking with sub wil ohmsford ( double dip: biker austin )

day three. mommy or daddy kink with selkie! elvis

day four. praise kink with austin butler

day five. degradation with austin butler

day six. titty fucking with rooster

day seven. uniform kink with army elvis

day eight. threesome/moresome with austin elvis x steve x reader ( double dip: elvis x jerry x reader x possibly sandy )

day nine. breeding kink with 70s elvis - specifically big daddy

day ten. knife or gun kink with big daddy elvis

day eleven. public play with big daddy elvis ( double dip: 50s/early 60s elvis )

day twelve. virginity/innocence kink with austin butler

day thirteen. period sex or breastfeeding kink with selkie elvis

day fourteen. housewife kink with spark universe elvis and lilly

day fifteen. religious kink/priest kink with '68 elvis

day sixteen. requester's choice with possession/possessive kink with 50s elvis ( double dip: threesome with movie based 60s elvis x priscilla x reader and facefucking with inexperience 50s elvis )

#austin butler #elvis presley #steve binder #olivia dejonge #priscilla presley #jerry schilling #elvis 2022 #sebastian kydd #austin butler elvis #why i'm posting this at 10:30 on a sunday night is beyond me.#also spoilers: had to stop myself from doing a professor kink option.#also elvis's movie characters are fair game i think but i'm not listing them all out.#ally writes #ally's wet hot smut summer

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Sweet Cherry

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader x Jerry Schiling

Word Count: 5,460 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Return To Sender : Chapter 2

Word Count: 1,908

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

Warning: Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis / OC x Jerry

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

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Memphis August 1968

"Jerry Schilling..."

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

"Yes, Jer- Bear?"

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

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

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

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

"Hmmm..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You love me, huh honey,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And..." Cecelia said,

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

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

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

"I'd like that," Elvis smiled,

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

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

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

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

"I'll answer," Cecelia smiled,

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

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

"Oh, Elvis..."

"Hmm?"

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

"tomatoes..." He grinned,

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

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

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

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

"Her soul."

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

"Explain that, please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, how'd you two fix it?"

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

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

"Any advice to anyone finding love again?"

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

"A best friend." Cecelia nuzzled his nose,

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

"Not until we say grace..."

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

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

"Okay..."

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

"And who was he talking to?"

"Jericho."

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

"You've got germs."

"I do not have germs!" Jericho huffed,

"Do too!"

"Do not!

"Do too!"

"Do-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You two can stay over!"

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

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

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

"Well..."

"Go 'head name a time..."

"That damn monkey Scatter..."

"Scatter was fun!"

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

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

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

"Mind if I..." Jerry asked,

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

"See who's stupid now!"

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

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

"I'm sorry."

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

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

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

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

"Thanks, Mr. Schilling."

"Of course, Ms. Dyer"

"Please call me Natalya."

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

"Was that too strong?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck this.."

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

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

SHOULD I MAKE PART 3?

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Happy birthday to one of elvis' bestfriends, Jerry Schilling !

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satninroses · 10 months

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About to write the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written based on this one picture oh my GOD

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elvisgasm · 7 months

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#elvis #elvis presley #elvis 70s #70s elvis #jerry schilling #memphis mafia

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i need cg jerry

i have a burning urge for cg jerry pleaaasseeee cg jerry i dont care what it is make sure it's cg jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry jerry

jerry is so bbg pleaaaseeeee cg jerry please please pretty please with whipped cream and chocolate syrup and rainbow star shaped sprinkles and a cherry on top and one of those plastic rings in those cupcakes you can get but it has tcb on the ringgggg please cg jerry

cupcake for a sweetie pie | little reader x cg!jerry schilling (wc: 604) - A/N: this was an adorable ask, so i decided to run with it. also keep in mind that i am literally jumping into this completely blind, as there is no info about jerry on the internet or in fics. so, enjoy my shitty first attempt at cg!jerry :-)

Elvis knew you before Jerry did. He had originally spotted you with the intention of dating you, but he quickly saw your kind nature and knew that he couldn't end up breaking a heart as sweet as yours. Enter Jerry. You lived at Graceland with Jerry, Elvis and the rest of the Memphis Mafia and their wives. While you liked never being alone, it could also get annoying because you were, well...never alone.

It so happened that this little adventure started because Elvis had told your papa that he intended on "letting go" of some of the Mafia members, and he didn't want you in the house to hear the commotion. Throwing his wallet and jacket at your very confused caregiver, Elvis ushered the two of you out of the mansion. Rather than wandering around aimlessly, Jerry decided to take you to a quaint little mainstreet, lined with small shops and cafes. It was a delightful day; sunny, but not sticky, and bright without being too unbelievably hot. The sun (quite literally) shined as the both of you walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, you tucked into Jerry's side. You'd stop and peer into a window display every now and then, but nothing caught your eye. That was, until you spotted a small bakery called Kutie Pies. The outside was pink and yellow, with mint green details that reminded you of the Cadillac Elvis had gifted you…even though you didn't drive. As you halted dead in the middle of the sidewalk and let go of your carer's hand, Jerry exclaimed, "baby, you can't just sto-" "Papa, can we please, please, PLEEEEASE go in? Look at all those yummy treats! I wanna get somethin' for Uncle Elvie and the girls! Maybe some of your friends would want a treat too!"

Jerry paused, and gave a quiet laugh under his breath. You looked adorable, bouncing on your toes, doing what looked like barely-contained jazz hands, and literally jittering with excitement. He wanted to say no for fear of not having enough cash to pay for all of it, but then remembered that he had his boss' wallet. Free reign! "Alright, jitterbug, we'll go in. BUT, you have to pick out something real nice for papa. Can you do that?" You nodded your head, grabbed Jerry's hand, and whipped around into the shop. You bounded up to the counter, practically dragging your poor papa behind you. Standing on your tip-toes, you looked over the high glass counter. The older woman on the other side, with rosy cheeks and big glasses, gave you a smile. '"Hey honey! What can I getchya?"

Surprisingly, she didn't recognize either of you. Mildly disturbed by this, you looked to Jerry, who encouragingly responded "go on, and tell the nice lady what you want." You decided to order a few different kinds of cupcakes for the Mafia, some fancy cookies for their wives, and a lunchbox cake with a pretty flower on it for Jerry. Then it came time to order for yourself. Jerry had left you to your own devices, and was instead looking at every single pastry the bakery had to offer. In your best manners, you asked, "could I also please have a extra big chocolate cupcake with whipped cream, chocolate syrup and rainbow sprinkles, with a cherry on top?" Jerry, overhearing your order, speed-walked over to you. "Little, don't you think that's a lot of sugar for one cupcake?" He chuckled as he shot a nervous glance to the baker, who gave him a small smile and a shrug. "Nope!" You responded, popping the P. "You can never have too much sugar!" …Proving yourself wrong, you spent the next 24 hours running around Graceland, hopped up on sugar.

#fanfic #fanfiction #writing #jerry schilling #cg!jerry schilling #caregiver jerry schilling #god this was fun to write!!#the memphis mafia #im sorry if this sucked lol #like i said #kinda going into this blind

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bcofl0ve · 1 year

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the elvis (2022) family >>>

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Kinktober

>> hiii everyone! I decided to try out kinktober since I've never done it! basically, it's little blurbs based on daily prompts. you just choose a day and a character/person for me to write about. (x reader unless you request otherwise) I’ll likely write ahead of time since some days it will be impossible for me to write. but if I need some panic room, I’ll let everyone know! prompts can be for anyone from the Elvis fandom or even the Scream fandom. (I’ll specify what characters I write for in the tags)

prompt list below the cut!

day one. voyeurism with: Sub!Austin Butler (here)

day two. roleplay with: Austin Butler (here)

day three. mommy kink with: Austin!Elvis (here)

day four. orgasm control with: Elvis Presley (here)

day five. praise kink with: Steve Binder (here)

day six. degradation with: Elvis Presley/ Austin!Elvis (here)

day seven. bondage with: Elvis Presley (here)

day eight. shower sex with: Jerry Schilling (here)

day nine. breeding kink with: Austin Butler (here)

day ten. mutual masturbation with: Steve Binder (here)

day eleven. phone sex with: Elvis Presley (here)

day twelve. public play with: Elvis Presley/ Austin!Elvis (here)

day thirteen. knife kink or gun kink with: Austin!Elvis (here)

day fourteen. daddy kink with: Jerry Schilling

day fifteen. hate sex with: Billy Loomis

day sixteen. thigh riding with: Austin Butler

day seventeen. sex tape with: Elvis Presley

day eighteen. squirting with: Austin Butler

day nineteen. threesome with: Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

day twenty. cockwarming with: Austin Butler

day twenty-one. corruption kink with: Elvis Presley

day twenty-two. sex toys with: Sub!Austin Butler

day twenty-three. spanking with: Jerry Schilling

day twenty-four. edging with: Elvis Presley

day twenty-five. housewife kink with: Elvis Presley

day twenty-six. face sitting with: Steve Binder

day twenty-seven. dom/sub with: Dom!Olivia/Sub!Austin/ Reader

day twenty-eight. drunk sex with: Steve Binder

day twenty-nine. throat fucking with: Austin Butler

day thirty. dumbification with: Austin!Elvis

day thirty-one. blood play with: vampire!Austin!Elvis

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 10 months

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Taking Care of Business

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader x Memphis Mafia

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Jerry Schilling, Sonny West

Summary: You help the boys take care of business.

Tags/Warnings: Reverse Harem, Memphis Mafia, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Double Penetration, Vaginal Sex, Foursome F/M/M/M, Wife Sharing, Reader and Elvis are Married, Blowjobs [mentioned], Oral Sex [Mentioned], Orgasms, Creampie, Made For The Mafia Series

Notes: Another instalment of smutty summer Saturdays. Enjoy <3

LINK TO MADE FOR THE MAFIA

‘Are you sure you can do this mama?’ Elvis said staring up at you. You could feel him against you, the tip of his cock slick as it nudged through your folds though his face was one of concern. No not concern, he wasn’t worried but like with everything he was always making sure you were okay with what was happening. ‘Think so,’ you said. ‘I’m gonna need more certainty than that honey,’ he said as his hand clasped onto your hand both of which were pressed onto his chest. He was laying underneath you watching you closely. ‘Yes,’ you said with a nod, ‘I can do it.’ ‘We’ll go slow, okay?’ he said his baby blue eyes trying to emit as much reassurance as he could with one look. ‘Okay,’ you nodded. ‘You ready?’ he said. Again, you nodded looking down as his hand moved to grasp his shaft. He teased the tip through your folds for a second, the precum oozing from it helping it glide easily, and then he placed himself at your entrance and thrust his hips forward until he bottomed out. He felt like heaven and the sensation of it made your eyes flutter closed as you enjoyed every inch he had to offer. ‘Fuck baby you feel tight tonight,’ he grunted. ‘Feels so good E,’ you moaned as he found a rhythm. ‘You’re telling me,’ he said as his hands moved to your hips keeping you stationary as he continued to fuck up into you. ‘You think you’re ready?’ he said after a moment. ‘Yes,’ you breathed. ‘Son?’ you heard him say though you kept your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feel of him. ‘Here,’ Sonny said. You felt him climb onto the bed behind you and station himself in between Elvis’ legs ‘Go slow okay?’ Elvis said. ‘You got it boss,’ he said. It struck you as odd. That no matter the situation Elvis and the boys could always make it feel as though they were talking about something simple like the weather. And not as though your husband was asking one of his best friend not to fuck you too fast in case you couldn’t actually take two cocks at once as theorised. You felt Sonny’s hand on your waist as he steadied himself, his other no doubt pumping his cock as you felt him line himself up. Elvis’s movements slowed allowing his friend to push in until both of them were buried to the hilt inside you. It felt different from before but not entirely pleasant. As Sonny started to move Elvis did too and your eyes flew open as you suddenly felt a stinging sensation that made you whimper. ‘Fuck, Son stop,’ Elvis said looking up at you now with actual concern in his eyes, ‘you okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ you lied. ‘Doll,’ he said warningly. ‘It’s okay,’ you swallowed closing your eyes as you tried to adjust, ‘I’m sure it’ll feel good in a minute just keep moving.’ ‘Are you sure?’ you heard Sonny ask though it seemed as though his voice was stiff as though he didn’t want an honest answer. ‘Yeah,’ you said looking down at Elvis and offering him a smile, ‘please?’ ‘Okay,’ Elvis nodded taking your hand to his lips so he could kiss it as his hips started finding a rhythm. Sonny started moving too though it was considerably faster than his counterpart. ‘Jer come here,’ Elvis said waving an arm for his friend he couldn’t catch sight of. He could’ve looked to his right to see Jerry sitting in the chair he had taken to spent and exhausted, but his eyes didn’t leave you. ‘What’s up EP?’ he asked again with such casualness he could have been asking if Elvis had seen the football the other night. ‘Distract her will ya,’ Elvis asked. ‘EP,’ Jerry said uncertainly. You supposed he had a point to question it. You’d all always agreed whatever happened would only happen if everyone was comfortable. And the way your tight cunt was being stretched out right now wasn’t exactly comfortable. ‘Just until it starts to feel good,’ Elvis said glancing at Jerry who looked unsure for a moment and then nodded. ‘God I hope that’s soon cos this feels like fuckin heaven,’ Sonny grunted. Jerry paid no mind to him and you watched as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside you as your thighs touched. You watched him and though he smiled at you, you could tell it was because he was waiting for you to give him the okay. You didn’t bother. Elvis was right. You were sure it was going to get good soon that was the reason you hadn’t told them to stop. So instead you grabbed Jerry by the back of the neck and kissed him. He fell forward bracing himself as his hands met your waist. He tasted sweet something that made you blush as you remembered his mouth had been buried in the exact hole his friends were stretching out not twenty minutes ago. In fact, the orgasm he’d given you whilst you had your husband's cock at the back of your throat was the reason you’d found yourself slick enough to even contemplate taking two of them. You were so focused on making out you didn’t realise his hand had moved from your waist until you found yourself moaning into his mouth as his hand caressed your chest, his thumb and forefinger pinching at your sensitive nipple. He lingered there for a moment before his fingers traced down you until they reached your slick folds. He teased a finger through them, trailing it around your clit which made you shiver - something that earned a groan of appreciation from the other boys. ‘Her neck, kiss her neck,’ Elvis grunted from below the pair of you as the rhythm of his hips grew quicker. Jerry’s lips migrated down your jaw, nipping and sucking at your neck in a way that made your pussy automatically throb in response. As you pulsed around them Elvis and Sonny groaned again. ‘Fuck man whatever you’re doing keep going,’ Sonny said as his hands gripped your hips tighter. Everything was everywhere all at once. Hands caressed, rubbed and gripped every inch of you. Jerry’s mouth continued to ravish your neck sending throbs to your cunt which meant that the discomfort you had been feeling was now long gone. ‘Oh god,’ you panted, ‘feels good now.’ ‘Feels fuckin amazing,’ Sonny grunted, ‘fuck I ain’t gonna last.’ ‘Me either,’ Elvis said, ‘you close doll?’ You nodded unable to speak as Jerry continued to play with your clit in a way that was starting to make you see stars. He had pulled back now, watching you as his fingers moved deftly around your swollen bud. ‘Oh my god. Fuck right there,’ you whimpered. ‘Come on baby,’ Elvis said, ‘cum for us doll.’ ‘Oh god,’ you said as your cunt started to spasm, sweet relief running through you like electricity. You fell into Jerry your head in the crook of his neck as he caught you keeping you in place. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna,’ Sonny said pulling out of you before he did which caused thick ropes of cum to splatter up your ass and back. You trembled against Jerry, your pussy still fluttering around the only cock left in you making Elvis cum without warning inside you. The only man allowed to. ‘Christ,’ he groaned as he stared to slow his rhythm, the mess of it all gathering between you as he pulled out. Once his eyes opened he reached for you, pulling you from where you had been nestled against Jerry watching the ecstasy on his face. You fell forward, your chest hitting him with a slap neither of you seemed to care about. As his blue eyes met yours a lopsided grin befell his face. He held you to him, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek so that he could lean up to kiss you tenderly, an act that had you all aflutter once more though in a different way. When you pulled back he opened his eyes watching you adoringly for a second before he pushed the pair of you up into a sitting position. ‘Did I do good?’ you said breathlessly. Your chest was heaving but you didn’t care. ‘You always do good doll,’ he said. ‘Just wanna make you happy,’ you said. ‘Well you managed that,’ Sonny chuckled and you glanced over to see him slipping his boxers back on. Your attention was snapped back though as you felt Elvis move a strand of hair off your face. ‘What about you doll?’ he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck. ‘What about me?’ you asked. ‘Did we make you happy?’ he asked pecking your lips though you captured his and kept him in place. ‘Always do,’ you mumbled against his lips. When you pulled back he was watching you closely, his eyes full of adoration. ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Nuthin’,’ he smirked, ‘just wondering how guys like us got lucky enough to have a girl like you.’ ‘Oh it’s nothing,’ you said with a smile, ‘just takin’ care of business, right?’ ‘Taking care of business,’ he agreed with a smirk.

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@literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley@18lkpeters @daffieapple

#my writing #made for the mafia #taking care of business #elvis #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #Elvis presley x reader x memphis mafia #elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling #elvis presley x reader x jerry schilling x sonny west #sonny west #jerry schilling

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kingdomforapony · 9 months

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"I'm sometimes asked what my favorite memory of Elvis is, and usually I answer by describing one of the times where Elvis and I were alone, talking through a night and into the morning. [...]

But the more I thought about this question, it's really the fun memories that keep springing up. Being at the Fairgrounds and getting hit by Elvis' dodgem car, or being with the guys at the Rainbow, barely under control as we skated around the roller rink. Walking into Fred Segal's with an Elvis Presley credit card to pick out clothes for him to check out. Driving his car through the Graceland gates--even if it was just to go to the car wash. Being anywhere with Elvis, seeing people's head turn and knowing that everyone around would love to be in the position I was in. No other way to say it--it was just so damn cool and so much damn fun. Elvis loved being Elvis Presley, and I loved Elvis being Elvis Presley, too.

I remember one time at Graceland, when Elvis was excited about his newest sports car--a bright yellow 1972 De Tomaso Pantera. He asked me to go for a ride with him, and off we headed. We got on the long, straight, flat backroads to Mississippi, and Elvis just started driving faster and faster. He kept shooting looks over at me, and as he saw my eyes getting wider and wider he started laughing. We got up to about 130mph, and suddenly I was sure that we were just one bump in the road away from being the next big celebrity car crash. But it was an interesting moment: Physically, I was locked up in in a complete, reflexive fear response. But somewhere in the back of my mind there was no fear at all. In fact, I was thinking that if you had to go, you couldn't have a much better exit than in a speeding Pantera driven by a laughing Elvis Presley. A friend who can talk to you about the mysteries of life, and then just about scare the life out of you driving 130 miles an hour.

I miss it all."

Jerry Schilling

#elvis presley #i miss him #every day #rip #rest my darling #jerry schilling

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Uncle Jerry

68' Comeback Special Blurb

Jerry babysits Ada when Elvis treats you to a date night.

It had been a while since you and Elvis had any kind of time alone with one another, especially after the twins being born. After a few months and you feeling more confident about your figure again, Elvis suggested that two of you should have a date night and do some of the old things you'd love to do together like rent out the fairgrounds or the Memphian Theater. You couldn't of been more excited and luckily your parents were in town to see the children and they had offered to watch them for you. But you suggested maybe having an extra hand to help them because they'd have their hands full with all three kids. So Elvis called Jerry to see if he'd watch Ada. You knew she'd love that because uncle Jerry was her favorite. He was more of a pushover than Elvis was sometimes and she knew how to get her way with him. He couldn't of been happier to come watch her, he loved her like she was his own child.

Elvis was waiting for you downstairs and Ada was watching cartoons in the tv room as you finished getting ready. He let Jerry inside once he arrived and the two men spoke for a moment before Ada overheard Jerry's voice from the other room. She got up and came running toward the foyer where Jerry was standing and she excitedly jumped up and down as she reached her arms out for him. "Uncle Jerry! Uncle Jerry!" she squealed. Elvis and Jerry laughed softly as he lifted her up into his arms. "Hi sugar!" Jerry exclaimed. "Daddy's standing here too, y'know." he teased. She giggled softly, waving at Elvis. "Hi daddy." she smiled before turning her attention back to Jerry and she gave him a little kiss on the cheek as she hugged her arms around him. Jerry smiled widely as he hugged her tight. "Uncle Jerry's gonna be watchin' ya while mama and I go out." Elvis said softly. She gasped excitedly. "Really!?" she said with big smile. Jerry nodded. "Mhm, we're gonna have tons of fun!" he said with a chuckle.

Elvis raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, don't let her make a mess of the house again, Jer.." he laughed, shaking his head. You finally emerged from the bedroom all dressed up and ready to go on your date. All three of them smiled at the sight of you and Elvis slipped his arm around your waist once you were beside him. "You look amazing. Doesn't your mama look pretty?" Elvis hummed with a smile. Ada nodded. "Mama so pretty." she smiled. "You look great." Jerry said softly. "Thank you everyone." you laughed. You slipped from Elvis' hold and gave Jerry a hug. "Hi Jerry. Now remember you are allowed to say no to her." you laughed softly. Jerry rolled his eyes playfully. "Uh huh.." he uttered. "You be a good girl for your uncle Jerry, okay?" you said softly, giving her a kiss. "Yes mama.." she said innocently. "Bye baby." Elvis whispered as he gave her a kiss before the two of you went on your way.

Ada smiled widely at Jerry. He raised an eyebrow because she had that mischievous look on her face the same look Elvis has right before he's about to do something crazy. "So, what would you like to do, bub?" he said with a smile. She tapped her little finger against her chin. "Let's play dress up!" she giggled. He furrowed his brow at her, chuckling. "Sounds good to me." he smiled as he set her down. She took his hand and began to lead the way upstairs to her room. Once they got there she let go of his hand and went over to her little toy chest and began grabbing all her little princess dresses and her play heels. Jerry watched her and just laughed to himself. She grabbed a dress for Jerry and she walked over to him, holding it up. "This is for you." she giggled softly. "Uh, sugar, uncle Jerry isn't going to fit that." he chuckled. She scrunched up her nose as she stared at him and down at the dress and now she was thinking what he could wear. "Oh, mama has dresses!" she said excitedly. "Uhh, I don't think your mama will want me wearing her dresses." he shook his head.

But she had her mind made up already and she went running to her parents room and Jerry quickly followed after her. "Ada! I don't think this is a good idea." he said softly. "You don't wanna play with me?" she looked up at him with those innocent big blue eyes of hers as she pouted, she knew exactly what she was doing. "Oh, of course I want to play with you, sugar." he sighed softly. "Alright, one dress but we have to put it back before your parents get home." he nodded. Her sad expression and pout went away fast and she smiled happily as she grabbed his hand and walked him over to your closet and she reached up to open the door. "You pick a pretty dress now." she smiled. Jerry looked into your closet and shook his head as he just laughed. "Um, how about you pick for me?" he smiled as he picked her up so she could reach. She nodded happily at his request and she began to look through your dresses until she stopped when she saw a pretty baby blue dress with flared sleeves. "This one!" she said happily and she snatched it off the hanger. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the dress and he had no idea how he was getting that on with his muscular build. "Uncle Jerry's definitely going to look pretty in this." he laughed and carried her back into her room and he set her down.

He took the dress from her hands and she went over to pull one of her dresses she picked out over her clothes and stepped into her little heels and she stomped around in her heels and giggling to herself. Jerry smiled as he watched her having a good ol' time. He did the best he could slipping your dress on over his clothes and it was pretty evident that he had stretched it out. Once he got it on he could hardly move in the thing. Ada eyes widen at the sight of him and she giggled hard. "Uncle Jerry looks funny!" she pointed and laugh. "Yeah, yeah.." he chuckled and he spun around for her. "Do I at least look pretty?" he laughed. She nodded as she tried to contain her giggles. "Very pretty!" she beamed. "You look very pretty as well. Like a little princess." he smiled. She giggled and happily went over to grab her barbie makeup that you had bought her. "Uncle Jerry needs makeup now!" she grinned. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. "I don't think so, Addy." he said softly. Now her pout was back and she was giving him the look again with those big puppy dog eyes and she even managed to tear up. She was too cute and too hard to say no to. "Okay, okay.. You can do my makeup, honey." he said hesitantly. She quickly smiled and jumped up and down happily.

She pulled out one of her little chairs for him. "Sit down, please." she smiled. He couldn't help but smile at her and he sat down in her little chair that he was way too big to be sitting in. Then she pulled the other chair up and she stepped out of her heels and climbed onto the chair to stand on it so she was able to reach him. "I'll make you look like a pretty princess!" she giggled. She took some of the glittery eyeshadow on her fingers and he closed his eyes as she brushed it onto each of his eyelids. He peeked at her a bit to see the very concentrated look on her face as she did his makeup, he smiled to himself. His eyelids were super glittery by the time she finished and then she put some glittery blush on his cheeks trying to copy the way she saw you do your own makeup. "We need lipstick!" she exclaims and she climbs off the chair and Jerry opens his eyes to her running off again and this time she went into your bathroom, knowing exactly where you kept your makeup and she rummaged through it making a bit of a mess of it all on the floor until she finds your lipstick and then she goes running back to Jerry.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "Addy, will your mama like you using her lipstick?" he asked curiously. She shook her head as she climbed back onto the chair and she opened the lipstick, turning the small tube until the lipstick popped up and then she put the bright color onto his lips, it obviously not being perfect. She stood back to admire her work with a smile and without saying a word she hopped off the chair and grabbed her brush and little butterfly clips and then climbed back on the chair and started brushing his hair back and placing butterfly clips randomly in his hair. He was afraid to see what he looked like. "All done!" she giggled. "You look so pretty, uncle Jerry." she smiled. "Can I see?" he asked softly. She nodded, climbing off the chair and he got up and walked over to her little vanity and he was shocked to say the least at his face and hair. "Wow! I look amazing!" He exclaimed dramatically. As the night went on he continued to do what she wanted and played dress up and princesses.

Eventually you and Elvis had arrived back home and your parents were downstairs watching tv. "Where's Ada and Jerry?" you asked. Your mother telling you that they're upstairs playing. "Oh boy." Elvis mutters with a smile. The both of you make your way upstairs where you could hear the two of them talking and Jerry was speaking with a higher voice and Ada would just laugh every time he spoke. Elvis laughed quietly as the two of you peeked in on them from the cracked door. Elvis' eyes widen when he saw what Jerry was wearing and how he looked and Elvis pushed the door open laughing so hard. "Jerry.. What the hell are ya wearin'?!" he cracked up. "Is that my dress!?! And my lipstick?!" you shouted. Elvis was laughing so hard he ended up on the floor. Jerry didn't feel too embarrassed but he certainly didn't like that the two of you saw him that way. "Ada made me put the dress on and lipstick." he confessed. She gasped. "No I didn't!!" she said as she glared at him for telling. "Is that so?" you said, knowing that this was all her idea. Elvis had tears in his eyes from laughing and each time he looked at Jerry in that ridiculous makeup he couldn't stop himself from laughing. "Oh lord." he said between his laughter. It was so contagious that it made all of you just laugh.

Ada was always getting Jerry to do the most silliest things for her, but you thought it was the sweetest thing that he would go to great lengths just to make her happy. Sometimes she gave him no choice in the matter. Like father, like daughter.

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#elvis presley #ada presley #jerry schilling #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #Elvis fluff #dad!elvis #Graceland

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