So Cute Jesus!

So cute jesus! 😩😭

Elvis reaction to his daughters first period ?? 😂

I feel like he would be ALL over the place

A/N: I am imagining that this happened whenever you were out of the house.

Elvis was hanging up a few of his suits when he heard a scream from the bathroom. He immediately dropped the hangers and ran to the door, “Charlotte? Lottie, you alright? What’s going on honey?” He was in absolute panic. “I’m bleeding! I’m bleeding! It’s in my panties dad!” Lottie wailed out.

Elvis’s stomach began to turn, “What the-“ Surely it couldn’t be happening now, he didn’t know what to do! “Hold on! I am gonna help!” He said, rushing down the stairs and into your shared bathroom. He grabbed everything that he thought was feminine product and raced back up the stairs, “Lottie, here.” He tossed the items in quickly through the crack of the door

Imagine:

You and Elvis are in a bar and you just got up to take a drink, a little later a guy approches you and you start talking with him waiting for your drink to get ready, he was charming and very funny and you were laughing at his jokes, he was really a funny guy.... But... At the table there was your boyfriend,Elvis,that was not so happy with the view...

Imagine him looking at you like that and when you turn around you felt chills down your spine and you were like: "oh shi-"....

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SIR... SIR....🥵

IM NOT OKEY RIGHT NOW

ALL SUITS PART 4

The last one tho.... 🥵

Hi my friend 🦆

Honey! How are you? ✨✨❤️❤️

MY GOD WHAT AN ADVENTURE! ALL THOSE MIX OF EMOTIONS IN ONE MOMENT! AMAZING!! 🥵😭🦋✨❤️

I Ain't Gonna Let You Hate Me

Pairing: Vince Everett x F!Reader

Summary: You and Vince are out of town promoting his new record. After he embarrasses you in front of investors at dinner however, you storm back to your hotel room and he follows...

Warnings: NSFW (18+ only), fingering, foreplay, f!climax, some in-character aggression but things are completely consensual

A/N: For the anon who was longing for Vince Everett fics ;) This ended up being softer than I intended... not full-on smut, but hopefully it's enough to satisfy a bit of the Vince craving

"Y/N. Y/N I'm talkin' to you!" Vince shouts from down the hall. You can hear the irritation in his voice at your refusal to acknowledge his presence. Without so much as glancing sideways, you hastily unlock the door to your room, slip inside and swing it shut behind you with force. However the thunderous slam and click of the latch that you expect to hear never come.

Your breathing hitches as realization hits. You whirl around only to find that Vince has managed to catch the door and squeeze his way in just before it closed.

"Hey now, what's the big idea runnin’ off like that?!” he demands obliviously.

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "Oh no. Don't you dare turn this around on me. Not after your behavior back there!" you scold in frustration, crossing your arms and standing your ground.

"My behavior? Says the woman who’s been ignoring me like a stubborn schoolgirl as I called her name?" Vince retorts indignantly. He strides closer, bringing the two of you face to face.

You overlook the jab, knowing that engaging him will only lead to further argument. "Vince-" you scoff; voice gentler but still thoroughly disapproving. “You can't talk to people the way you just did. Especially not those trying to help further your career!”

“I can talk to them anyway I like,” Vince sneers petulantly with his nose in the air. He's always an ass, yet seems unusually hellbent on getting a rise out of you tonight. “It’s my music. My reputation. And why do you care what they think of me anyway?”

'Why do you care?' God he’s so blind! So incredibly selfish! Why on Earth do you put up with this man?! Taking a deep, calming breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose before addressing him with narrowed eyes. “Y’know Vince, if you weren't so incredibly talented, I swear- I- oh I could just hate you!"

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize just how long you've been repressing that sentiment, as well as just how untrue it feels. The brief silence that follows is charged with an uncertain energy as Vince considers your exclamation, studying you with more care than he's put into much of anything else this evening. You might've thought he was finally coming to his senses if it weren't for the way his eyes darken- pupils blown wide with something dangerous lurking in his gaze.

"You ain't gonna hate me," Vince declares with a cocky lilt to his already condescending tone. "I ain't gonna let you hate me." Before you even have a chance to consider addressing the audacity of his statement, Vince winds an arm around your waist, pulls you close and presses his mouth to yours. Hard.

It takes longer than it should for you to process what's happening. You've never been kissed like this before. Stern. Forceful. Dominating. It's almost as if he's sucking the air right out of your lungs. Dumbfounded, you're unable to react until he finally pulls back. And as rational thought abruptly returns, a silent fury builds in your chest. Vince isn’t one for games, but surely this is some kind of manipulation. You refuse to allow the man to treat you the way he treats everyone else; as being frivolous and expendable.

You raise your arm with the intent to slap him across the face, but Vince anticipates this and snatches your wrist within his firm grasp, unflinching as if he might've expected such a response. He knows you too well, and this only infuriates you further.

"How dare you think such cheap tactics would work with me..." Frankly you're surprised by the conviction you're able to muster in the moment, because deep down you've always envied any women he's lavished with attention; wondering what it might be like to stand in her place.

Vince seems to take your words as a challenge and promptly claims your lips once again. Only this time, his plush mouth works more meticulously in beckoning you to surrender. His tense grip softens and the kiss slows as his free hand travels from your waist, up your spine and finally around the back of your neck. Your head tilts to the side instinctively and you grip his shoulder with need, growing lightheaded. There's a curious edge to the way mouth explores yours, leading you to believe there are feelings far beyond petty frustration that have led to this moment; feelings you yourself have actively repressed. But in his haste, Vince is bringing the whole messy slew of them to the surface now. His touch is intoxicating and somewhere in the midst of your scattered thoughts and emotions, you find yourself kissing him back.

You hate him! No. You don't hate him at all. But by god, you resent the way he makes you feel- the way you've secretly craved him since the moment you met- the way you've refused to indulge in your silly infatuation- knowing his impulsive and reckless behavior doesn't bode well for any kind of steady relationship. And yet... his warm, strong fingers send shivers of adrenaline coursing through your body. His fresh, masculine scent invades your nostrils like a drug and you feel yourself melt into his embrace completely and wholeheartedly. There’s a tenderness that arises amidst the chaotic eagerness of moments ago. Even then, you're unprepared for the soft, slightly dazed expression upon Vince's face as the two of you reluctantly part.

"That ain't tactics honey," he exhales raggedly with a victorious twinkle in his eye. "That's just the beast in me..."

Oh, you want so badly to despise him! But the way his voice reverberates through your soul, his warm breath dances over your skin and his wanting mouth hovers just inches from yours erase any chance of you fighting against your baser desires. Surely you intend to push him away, make some snappy reply and send him packing... but it would all just be for show. That isn't what you really want at all. And the way his hungry eyes linger on your mouth sends a shudder of pure lust straight to your core.

As if being drawn forward by a magnetic force, you lean in closer until your lips are just barely grazing his. And for a moment the two of you remain like that- just breathing one another in- each of you daring the other to make the next move.

Naturally, Vince grows impatient first. He guides you backward and just a few steps later you find yourself pinned against the wall- every inch of his entire body pressed up against you. The man before you smirks playfully, clearly relishing being in a position of power as you gasp lightly from the impact. In all your life you’ve never been in such intimate proximity to another human being, and it's impossible not to notice his growing arousal. Chewing at your bottom lip, you sigh wantonly. “Vince…”

His face lights up at the way you utter his name in a lovesick stupor. “I knew you wanted this as badly as I did," he declares smugly, brushing a strand of rogue hair behind your ear. “You could’ve just said so, ya know...”

Shut up and kiss me! you think, refusing to give him the satisfaction of speaking the words aloud. Sliding your hands between your bodies, you grasp his collar and pull his face down into you with enthusiasm. Your eager mouths slot against one another with determination. It feels as if Vince wants to devour you, and against your better judgement, you're more than willing to let him do just that. His tongue slips into your mouth and the kiss deepens as he swallows your helpless whines. The mood shifts into something decidedly more sensual as his hands begin exploring the expanse of your body. His deft fingers caress your hips, squeeze your waist, trace the outer curve of your breasts, brush over your shoulders and slide down your arms. Every inch of you is electrified in his wake.

"You look sexy tonight doll," Vince murmurs against your skin as he breaks away from your mouth and lavishes your neck with attention. His teeth graze your collarbone, each little pinch of his love bites followed by the sultry sweep of his hot tongue.

A gentleman would never touch you like this. And you suppose that's exactly why you're attracted to Vince. He's makes no attempt to stand on ceremony, or deprive himself of what he wants in the moment. What he lacks in tact, he more than makes up for in forthrightness, which is how you know this sudden display of affection is genuine.

"You must've read my mind when you wore this dress," Vince remarks softly as he slides the strap off your shoulder and kisses the bare skin beneath.

Heart thundering in your chest, your entire body shudders in reaction to his touch as he glances up at you with deceptive innocence from beneath those thick black lashes. His hips roll into you slightly, the friction causing an undeniable heat to pool between your legs. It's completely irrational- maddening even- how utterly consumed you are already. Just a few minutes ago you couldn't stand the sight of him, and now? Now you can't bring yourself to deny him. Not when he makes you feel more alive than ever before.

His fingers dance down your arm and over your hips until he finally reaches the hem of your dress. You feel your breath catch in your throat as he toys with the edge of the thin fabric. My god, is this really happening? you wonder, eyes blown wide. But like with anything else, Vince doesn't keep you waiting.

A contemplative hum rumbles in his chest as his hand ventures beneath your skirt. The heat of his warm palm is like fire against the touch-starved flesh of your thigh. He rubs small circles into your soft skin and then follows the curve of your backside, squeezing as he explores your body for the first time.

"Vince..." you sigh yearningly, unable to formulate much of anything beyond the thought of how good it feels as he touches you.

"Mmmm, I like it when you say my name, doll," he confesses into the crook of your neck. "Do it again..." he urges as his fingers trace the line of your panties from back to front.

When you don't respond right away, he decides to tempt you with actions instead, letting his hand brush lightly over your warm mound.

"Vince!" you cry out shrilly, gripping his shoulders tight.

A mischievous smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he presses your squirming body into the wall in a silent reminder to remain still. "That's it baby. You just keep sayin' my name. It sounds so nice comin' from that pretty mouth of yours."

He leans in to kiss you and your hands run up his neck and splay into his thick, black hair, holding him as close as you can possibly manage. The rich, smoldering musk of his cologne lingers in your nostrils like the remnants of a dream. And if this is indeed a dream, you never want to wake again.

In your dazed state, you don't notice Vince pushing aside the last remaining barrier between your bodies until his thick fingers make direct contact with your wet folds, sliding back and forth with a surprising amount of restraint. Nevertheless, you gasp at his ministrations, breaking the kiss in desperate need of breath.

Vince feels your body tense beneath his grip. "Just relax, baby girl. I've gotcha."

He rubs small circles into the apex of your slit, coaxing a string of sharp, involuntary noises from your lips. And when two thick digits finally do slide into your wet heat, your head falls back against the wall in complete and utter submission.

"Vi-iince..." you moan incoherently, gripping tufts of his hair in your hands, desperate to find purchase as he presses in and out of your tight channel, building a slow rhythm.

"Oh, darlin'. So eager... it's like you were made for this," he praises as his fingers curve and stroke your inner walls.

Your muscles tighten and twitch in delight, and it feels like you're slowly being led to the edge of a cliff. As if reading your mind, Vince picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you with more force as his thumb masterfully caresses the outer crest of your folds.

"I can feel you fallin', baby," he groans with a dark, smug edge to his tone; clearly delighted by the effect he's having on you.

Breathing ragged, goosebumps on your arms, you can sense yourself on the precipice. Vince leans in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin which is now dampened with light perspiration.

"Let go, Y/N." The gentleness of his command in no way lessens the boldness behind his words. "Let go and say my name, doll."

A couple strategic motions of his fingers is all it takes to send you flying over the edge.

"Vince!" you cry out in total bliss, clutching him as if you might somehow float away into another plane of existence.

"Mmmm..." he grinds into you and peppers kisses along your jawline as your insides flutter and convulse erratically through your orgasm.

This is heaven. And who would've thought Vince Everett would be the one to lead you there.

You aren't sure exactly how long you're lost in the warm, tingling aftermath of your climax. It's not until Vince tilts your chin up to meet his gaze that you finally regain any semblance of rational thought. And even then, all you notice is how he’s even more handsome with his jacket wrinkled and hair slightly mussed.

"D'ya still hate me?" he asks, the wry glimmer of a challenge lingering behind his lustful eyes.

Damn him.

“Not so long as you finish what you started..." you reply, chewing on your bottom lip flirtatiously.

His face lights up with newfound purpose as Vince pulls you toward the bed.

Imagine:

You just finished a good and hot shower, you turn off the water, walk out and took a towel to put all over you, one for the body and one for the hair, you then walk out the bathroom and sit on the bed, you were starting to take off that towel and suddenly

Elvis got home in that moment and goes upstairs were you were walk in the bedroom and saw you like that, you turn around and jump because you didn't hear him... "Elvis god.. You scared me"...

Imagine him looking at you like that and saying nothing... 😳

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The night is not started yet

You will still get wet🙂