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Earth Angel, Heavenly Boy Part 4

Pairing: Angel!Elvis & OC!black!female

Summary: After a nearly fatal car accident, a mysterious man saved the life of a young woman who believes the young man is more than what he seems.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Bad dreams, mentions of angels, slowburn

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Four!

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Noel feels like she's flipping over in her car once more. She sweats in bed as the memories play horrificly in her mind. She can hear the wheels squeaking across the wet roads once more. She hears the glass shatter in her ears as it scratches her skin. She feels the pressure of the air bag as it tries to protect her from impact. She feels the steering wheel force itself down on her leg. She relives the excruciating pain that came with the moment as her leg snapped in three places. She feels her right wrist snap. The recalls the moment as the driver's seat forces her chest forward, breaking a rib. She was dying. She was dead.

She sees the small light in the distance and walks to it, yet she's pulled back to the pain of life. But there's no more pain. She's comfortable and warmth life a security blanket. She feels stronger than before. As she comes to, she feels sometime strange. It's like someone is... kissing her gently back to life.

Noel forces herself awake. She catches her breath as she wipes the sweat away from her brow. Then her fingers trace her lips as she recalls the lips that were once there. She didn't imagine it. She knows she didn't. She was kissed back to life. The one who kissed her had blue eyes. He was that close to her.

Noel gets out of bed and looks for her pencil and sketch pad. She plays her music as she begins to draw he hero's eyes. They're not large. His eyes were hooded but not sinister. They're heavenly. There was a glow about them. A peace beyond her comprehension. A peace Noel yearned for deeply in her everyday life.

Noel sketched page after page until she felt that she got his eye just right. Forty-two pages of eyes and the final page reminded her of Dr. Carpenter a little bit. An oceanic haze of turquoise made her heart swell with comfort.

Before she knew it, it was seven o'clock in the morning, and she needed to call her boss to let her know she wasn't coming in. Her boss was quite understanding and kind about it. Noel got the next five days off to recuperate herself.

She takes another shower and brushes her teeth in preparation for the day. She makes a few phones to her family, telling them about her car accident. Her mama is frantic and doused with anxiety. It takes Noel at least thirty minutes to calm her down.

"As long as you're safe, baby girl," she says.

"I'm just fine, Mama. I love you," Noel says, reassuring her.

"I love you, too."

After talking with her mama, Noel calls her car insurance company to file a claim. Being that it wasn't her fault, Noel could get a new vehicle in no time. But for the next two weeks, Noel can have a rental car to get her from A to B.

She cleans her apartment and gets her bills in order, seeing if she has room for that Italy trip she's dreamed about. She still has some saving to do, but she's closer than she was.

She goes in the kitchen for a snack and looks at Dr. Carpenter's card on the counter. Maybe she should talk to him. The thoughts of life haven't plagued her mind since she was a teenager.

All of a sudden, her phone rings.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Noel? Hi, it's Zeke," he says.

"Hi. Yeah, I remember you. The cutie from the fire department," she flirts.

Zeke laughs at her jests.

"That would be me, yeah. I was wondering if you're free tonight for dinner?"

Noel blushes at this question.

"Maybe. Why do you ask?"

"Would you like to go to dinner with me?"

"I'd love to go to dinner with you. Where are you taking me, and where do we meet?"

"It's this little bistro off the counter of Locura and Bedlam. Meet me there by seven," he tells her.

"Locura and Bedlam? Got it."

"I can't wait, Noel. I'll see you then."

"Yeah, see ya then."

They hang up the phone, and Noel ponders on the word Locura. It's something unique about the word. She can't focus on it too long, knowing she needs to go pick up her rental car.

Noel takes the city bus to the local Enterprise. She gets to look at the from a different point of view. Before the accident, her life was nonstop. Rush, rush, rush. She didn't notice how much the city had changed around her. New restaurants. More office buildings. She prides herself in noticing things that others may miss, but now she's the one who's missing things.

The bus slows itself down as it approaches an accident. The passengers of the bus shift their focus on the sad spectacle. Noel was already sitting on that side of the bus in shock. She can't believe her eyes.

As everyone else sees the paramedics doing their jobs, Noel sees what she believes to be souls of the dead. She sees a translucent little girl with a teddy bear patiently wait for someone. Then, a translucent woman walks up to the little girl and the walk hand ns hand into a source of light.

Noel takes a breath and looks at the ambulance. The blood body she sees is the same woman she saw walking with the little ghost girl. Could it be that they walked into the afterlife? The light of heaven? A tear falls down from Noel's eye to her cheek. It was a sad sight, but it was also a sense of peace to it. It still perplexes her.

Twenty minutes later, Noel gets to the Enterprise rental car dealership. She did most of her paperwork online, so the dealership only needed a few signatures. They handed Noel the keys to 2019 Nissan Rogue. As she sat in the driver's seat of the vehicle, Noel just couldn't get the image out of the mind.

She picked up her phone and decided she'd make one phone call before driving off. As the phone rang, Noel hoped that she made the right decision to call.

"This is Dr. Carpenter."

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rjmartin11 · 11 days

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Earth Angel, Heavenly Boy Part 3

Pairing: Angel!Elvis & OC!black!female

Summary: After a nearly fatal car accident, a mysterious man saved the life of a young woman who believes the young man is more than what he seems.

Word Count:???

Warnings: Slowburn, talks about God, Biblical stuff like angels, demons, the devil, spirituality, and realism.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Part Three. Bring a little religion in here. I hope that's okay. I'm an open Christian, meaning I gladly speak on God. Elvis was an open Christian, which I find sexy as all get out. As beautiful as he was, he could have been a narcissist, vain, boastful, arrogant, exectra. But he was humble. There's nothing more sexy than a humble man. At least, in my opinion. 😊😊😊

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Noel was silent on the drive home. She contemplates her life, and all she can do is remain quiet.

"Nole?" Trish asks. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want to eat?"

Noel turns to look at Trish and says, "Everything that I've denied for the last two years of this diet. I want burgers and fries and hot dogs and fried chicken and cake and brownies! I've only lost his forty pounds, and I work myself to the bone to make ends meet! I want to go to Italy and eat pizza and pasta and gelato. I wanna drink wine and rum and vodka!"

"Nole! Take a breath!" Trish says.

Noel takes a breath, and the flood gates open. Everything she's holding in comes out all at once. Having a death experience puts a lot in perspective for a woman who had very little.

"Nole, breathe. Take a deep breath and breathe," Trish says. "It's late, but I'll get you something good to eat."

It's fifteen minutes after one in the morning. Trish was able to find an old Mom and Pop restaurant open late. They order up chicken alfredo, spaghetti with meatballs, salad with the fixings, and a large pizza with a bottle of red wine.

By the time they get to her house, Noel and Trish unpack the car and head into Noel's apartment. Noel is thrilled to be home after a long, exhausting day. She's been faithful to her diet, but she needs a cheat day.

They set up her dining table with on the food, grab some plates, and wine glasses. The next thing Noel does is pour herself a glass of wine. Then Noel and Trish begin to indulge quietly in their dinner. Noel eats her dinner like it's going to disappear before she's done.

"Nole, slow down," Trish says.

"Sorry," Noel says, a mouth full of pizza. "I missed this type of cuisine."

Noel sips her wine and thinks about Dr. Elvis Carpenter. What he said about calling him. She was going to need someone to speak to about her issues. She held her glass to her lips.

"Penny for your thoughts, Nole?" Trish says. "I know this is a dumb question to ask, but are you okay?"

"Trish, did you know that the guy who hit me was in the ICU?"

"No, I didn't."

"I kept hearing them say that I shouldn't have survived the crash. I should be dead. They questioned how I'm still here... I know I should be dead. I was dead, Trish." Noel takes another sip from her glass.

"I'm sure you were just terrified, Trish."

"You said you saw my car? How bad was it? Honestly."

Trish looks her in the eyes but remains silent. She can't look in Noel's eyes for long, knowing the truth.

"Your silence speaks volumes."

"Nole... your car was totaled. It flipped over several times, it seemed. All the windows were shattered. There was blood on the driver's side, and a part of the driver's seat was crushed." Trish pauses at the mere thought of it all.

"Physically, you shouldn't be here drinking wine with me. It's theoretically impossible! But here you are without anything close to a scratch on you. Nole, you know I'm not really into the Christian stuff because I'm a realist, but the best word to describe this situation is..."

"Miracle," Noel whispers.

Trish tears up at the word.

"Yeah, Nole. It's a miracle that you're still here. I thought I lost my best friend."

Noel puts down her glass, stretching her arm across the small table to Trish. Trish takes her hand gratefully. A forever bond could have been broken tonight. Some bonds are stronger than others. It's a funny thing how one life can touch so many other lives.

"I love you, Nole."

"I love you too, Trish," Noel says. "I'm not planning on going anywhere for a while. I believe God wants me here just a bit longer."

"Maybe I'll go to church with you on Sunday," Trish said.

"You know, I've been doing bedside Baptist for a while. But I will go back. I think my guardian angel wants me to."

"Guardian angel?"

"Yes. I believe I was saved by an angel. As I woke up, I saw a pair of blue eyes... I believe. Then I fell asleep again."

"You shouldn't go to work tomorrow, Nole," Trish says. "You really need a break."

"I know. I wish I got a doctor's note," Noel said, putting her hand into her scrub pocket.

She feels around for a moment and realizes there's paper in her pocket. She remembered Dr. Carpenter gave her his card, but she didn't recall him giving her a doctor's excuse from work.

"Whoa..."

"Is that a doctor's note?" Trish asks.

"I believe it is. Now, all I have to do is text my boss about what happened."

"Was it that sexy doctor I saw with you?"

Noel cuts her eyes at Trish. Of course, she recognized that Elvis was gorgeous. It was undeniable, but he was out of her league.

"I believe it was Dr. Carpenter. It's his signature," Noel said.

"Dr. Carpenter? Did he give you his first name?"

"Yeah. It's Elvis, but I don't have time."

"If the accident has proven anything tonight, it's we don't have all the time in the world, Nole! Did he give you his number?" She asks Noel.

"Yes, on the professional basis that he analyzes me and sees that I'm okay. Not that way, Trish."

Noel had other things on her mind. She had this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't want to lie to her boss, but she felt the boss wouldn't be understanding at the situation. It would be one thing if she was in the hospital banged up from the accident. But she came out untouched. Her car is totaled, and she needs to make plans for a loaner vehicle to get from place to place. But if she feels great, she should go to work. She'll worry about it in the morning. Not now.

"Do you need company?" Trish asks.

"I'm fine. You go home. Thank you for bringing me home and picking up dinner. I appreciate it more than you know, Trish."

"You're my best friend. If you need it, you got it. I know you're proud, but I'm here for you. Plus, you had a rough day."

"Yeah."

Noel and Trish kiss each other's cheeks and hug before Trish heads out on her way home. Noel tells her to drive safely and locks the door behind her.

Noel takes this time to clean up the table and put her leftovers in the fridge. Trish bought her enough food to last her the rest of the week. She was grateful for that. She finishes up her glass of wine and gets ready to shower.

When she sits in bed, Noel's mind is still running wild for the evening's events. She doesn't know how to slow her thoughts down. She gets herself a bottle of water and brings it back to her room. She takes a sip, turns out the light, and gets into the bed, resting her body. She closes her eyes and tries to sleep.

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rjmartin11 · 17 days

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Elvis & Echo

Pairing: Elvis and the mythical Nymph Echo

Summary: Elvis meets a beautiful young girl who only speaks by repeating the last three words spoken to her.

Word Count:???

Warnings:

Author's Notes: Hey people! So, this tale has been on heavy on my mind. I love Greek mythology tales of love, power, sorrow, tradition, and morals.

One story that broke me when I first read it is the story of Echo and Narcissius. If you aren't familiar with it. The legend goes Narcissius was one of the most handsome man of his time. Blessed by the gods. He was so good-looking that if he saw his reflection, he'd fall in love with himself. Nymphs never really go for men unless they are next to beautiful, but Narcissius was adored for his beauty.

One nymph in particular fell in love with him, Echo. Echo was cursed by the goddess, Hera, for her affair with Zeus. Echo's curse is that she can only echo the last three words that are spoken to her. Narcissius was on a hunt in the woods that Echo lived in. She fell in love with him at first sight, but it was unrequited love. She tried hugging him, and she tried kissing him, but he told her he'd die before she'd enjoy his body. Heartbroken, Echo runs away. The story gets weird around this part because different historians say different things about Echo's ending. One story says she ran to a cave and concealed herself in leaves. She withered away until nothing was left but her voice. Another story goes, even though she was heartbroken, she'd watch Narcissius from a far until he died discovering his own reflection.

Echo deserved better love, and I believe Elvis would be a better and more understanding love. As we all know, Elvis has beautiful, ethereal features that are compared to that of the Greek gods. I believe if Echo saw Elvis, the experience would be better. She'd swoon just like we do.

Please enjoy this tale. I think I'm only going to do this one unless y'all want more??? 😉😏 Let me know.

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Elvis came home from his tour, and he needed a break from people. He just wanted alone time for once. He starts walking in the fields behind Graceland and starts humming to himself.

He walks beyond the fields into the woods of Graceland. At this point, his singing out loud. Elvis loses himself in I'll Fly Away. Elvis finds joy and solace away from the cocaphony on the stage. Just praising his Lord and savior is enough for him. The Lord, being his audience of one, is enough at this moment. Or so he believes he's alone...

Elvis doesn't realize there's an audience of two. This particular girl has been listening from behind the trees since he began singing. His voice stuck her with cupid's arrow. This nan before was blessed three times by Apollo and Aphrodite. His beauty was more than that of Adonis or ever Narcissius. The man who broke her heart. That love made her hesitate to try again, but there's something different about this man that makes her want to love him. Something makes her want to hold him, and please him, if he only let her.

She wishes she could speak to him normally. She wishes she could ask his name, but since her curse, all she is able to do is repeat words spoken to her. It makes it difficult to make friends in this strange new world called the 50s.

She has a mind of her own, but her voice is gone. Maybe if he keeps singing, she could sing with him to catch his attention.

"I'll Fly Away. Glory, glory. I'll fly away!" Elvis sings

"I'll fly away!" She sings.

Elvis stops singing and looks around. He thought he was alone, but it seems a fan may have found him. He doesn't mind any fans. He wouldn't dare turn one away. If it wasn't for his fans, he'd still be driving a truck.

Elvis continues to look around at the trees. He knows he heard someone.

"Hello?" Elvis calls out.

"Hello?" She calls back. This is it.

She thinks to herself. This is it.

"Someone there?" He asks, hear the young woman's voice.

"Someone there?" She repeats.

Elvis, confused at the game being played, continues to see if the girl would come forth.

"I won't hurt you. Come here." He says.

"Come here!" She shouts with glee, running from behind the brush.

She runs straight to Elvis, faster than he anticipated. She embraces him and he her.

"Wow," he he says.

"Wow," she repeats, lacing her fingers through his hair.

She finally gets a better look at Elvis. This is the first time she sees his hue of his eyes. They turn her soul lusty, and her heart swoons at the sight of him. She can't help herself and kisses him. Elvis doesn't pull away, but he indulges her. Who was he to turn away a beauty as fair as she? He dips his tongue into her mouth, and she repeats the action. Never before has she done this. It's quite enjoyable.

After a moment, he slowly pulls away from her. Elvis looks into her warm brown eyes, and his heart melts.

"Who are you?" Elvis asks, touching her face.

"Who are you?" She asked, repeating the gesture.

Elvis kind of laughs it off but answers her question.

"I'm Elvis."

"Elvis." She answers.

What a beautiful name that fits such an extraordinary man. She thinks.

Elvis examines her closer. Her clothing is different. Her wardrobe reminds him of the toga that he would see in old Greek books or films.

"Baby, are you lost?" He asks.

"Lost?" She repeats, kissing his hand.

No, I'm found by you. I'm in love with you, Elvis. She thinks but can not express it.

"No, who are you? Where are you from? Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Elvis asks.

"Need help." She says.

"I'll help you," Elvis says, escorting her back to the house.

He wraps his arm around her as they walk up the back way to the house. She wraps her arm around his waist.

"Who are you, baby?" Elvis asks her.

I'm Echo. My name is Echo, Elvis. And I'm so in love with you.

She thinks. Oh, how she wished to speak to him. To tell him everything on her heart, but all she can manage is,

"Baby."

Once inside the house, Elvis starts to make phone calls to the police department.

"Elvis," Gladys asked. "Who's this?"

"I found her in the woods, Mama. She needs help."

Gladys does her own inspection of Echo. Examining her from head to toe. She realizes she doesn't have a bra on and quickly covers her with a sweater. It was one of the warmest covers Echo had ever had, and she gently grabs Gladys hand. Thanking her. Gladys accepts her gesture.

"What's your name, dear?" Gladys asks.

"Dear." Echo replies.

"Mama," Elvis says. "I don't believe she has words of her own. She just repeats what's told to her."

"Tol to her," Echo replies.

An hour later, Elvis takes Echo to the police station where a doctor examines her. She hates being away from Elvis, but her eyes never leave him. They are both mesmerized by one another.

The doctor's conclusion was that the young lady had been through a traumatic experience that caused her to go speechless. The doctor also concluded that her voice was just delayed, which is why she copies the words spoken to her. Yet she understood a lot and was not a fool. It's just hard her her to express herself the way she'd like to. She also didn't have any family or friends, which is why she attached herself to the first person who paid attention to her.

"We could put her in a hospital if you'd like Mr. Presley," the doctor suggests.

"Hospital?" Echo replies.

"No, I'll... I'll take her home with me," Elvis says. "My family won't mind."

Echo smiled at him for that. He takes her by the hand, and they head back to Graceland. Upon arrival, Elvis explains to his folks about Echo just staying for a few days until she can get on her feet.

"Son, did you find out her name," Vernon asked.

"Her name... it's Belle," Elvis says, giving her a name. "She abandoned, and she attached herself to the first person who paid attention to her. That's me. She's not here because of my fame. She's here because of my kindness. I wanna help her."

"Belle," Elvis calls to her, and she takes his hand.

Elvis recalled what the doctor said back at the police station. She repeats words given to her, so whispers in her ear what to say to Gladys and Vernon.

"Mr. and Mrs. Presley," Echo starts. "I'm so grateful to you both for letting me stay. I know I'm a stranger to you, but I mean no harm."

"See," Elvis says.

This makes Echo's heart sing. Elvis helped her speak, but she wished she could do more.

Gladys and Vernon look at one another. Caving to Elvis' pleas, they allow Belle (Echo) to stay. Gladys and Alberta make dinner with a little help from Echo. This Southern style dinner was different from everything Echo ever had. She enjoyed every minute of it. She loved watching Elvis and his family at the dinner table. It was a heartwarming sight. There was so much love in this house and among them all. When Elvis laughed, she laughed. It was quite contagious.

Gladys set Echo in a room upstairs not too far from Elvis' room. She made up the bed just right for Echo, not knowing just how special this was for her.

"I hope this is just right," Gladys said.

"Just right," Echo said.

"Well, good night, Belle. Rest well," Gladys said.

"Rest well," Echo replies.

Echo sat in the bed and relaxed her body. The bed was soft but firm. It's better than the ground or the trees she rested in. She rested her head upon her pillow and fell asleep for a while.

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Even though she slept well, she wanted to be with Elvis. She quietly climbed out of her bed and headed toward Elvis' room. She quietly enters into his cool room. She sees him silently resting in his large bed. She crawls into bed with Elvis, sliding under the covers with him.

For a moment, Echo watches Elvis in admiration. She captivated his beautiful features, dark black hair, his pouty lips, and his deep voice. She watches his hairy chest rise and fall. Echo can't wait any longer and lightly places her fingertips on his chest.

Oh, my beloved Elvis. You are more than I ever dreamed of. Kind, loving, handsome, strong, talented. Where were you so long ago? Echo thinks to herself.

She leans in and kisses his lips, startling him awake. Echo smiles at the sight of his eyes. Elvis is absolutely breathtaking.

"Belle?" Elvis says.

"Belle," Echo says.

Elvis knows what he needs to do to hear what he wants from her.

"Elvis," he says. "Kiss me, Elvis."

Echo smiles, "Kiss me, Elvis."

He does as she asks and kisses her gently. Their tongues massage one another. Elvis goes down her neck to her shoulder as Echo massages his back with her fingers. Then Elvis whispers in her ear, "Make love to me."

"Make love to me," Echo whispers with glee.

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rjmartin11 · 19 days

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rjmartin11 · 20 days

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Earth Angel, Heavenly Boy Part 2

Pairing: Angel!Elvis & OC!black!female

Summary: After a nearly fatal car accident, a mysterious man saved the life of a young woman who believes the young man is more than what he seems.

Word Count:???

Warnings: Dr. Carpenter alert!!! Love triangle in effect.

Author's Notes: I should have mentioned this in part one. This is a slowburn, so nothing too exciting at first. Bare with me. There shall be SMUT... later.

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Noel is taken to the hospital for some follow-up exams. The paramedics on scene checked her out from head to toe, but she needed a closer look. The first responders of the fire department whispered to one another. Noel couldn't help but hear the verbal squabble.

"How did she get out of that car?"

"No one should have survived that crash."

"She got out of that car unscaved?"

"It must be a miracle."

A miracle? Noel thinks. It had to be a miracle. She did remember praying, but that's it. God answered her prayers and healed her, but nowadays, healing takes more than thirty seconds.

At the hospital, Noel was put there every test possible. Bone scans. Brain scan. X-ray. Muscle mass. Aptitude tests to test her verbal skills and her logic skills. Being that Noel worked for the medical field, she knew these tests well. She just never dreamed or even imagined she'd be on this side of it.

It's the usually twenty questions. What's your name? What day is it? Who's the president? When's your birthday?

Noel's patient and kind with every doctor and nurse who tests her motor skills. She knows what it's like to be on the other side of asking the questions and getting push back from the patients. She wants to be the best patient, so she may go home and put this entire messy day behind her. Noel still wears her scrubs, so the staff knows she comprehends everything they're telling.

They allow Noel one moment to call loved ones to let them know about the accident. She brimg herself to call her mom yet. She'll call her when she gets home. She doesn't let work know because she can't take a chance in being called off from work. She calls her best friend, Trish. Trish freaks out and tells Noel she'll be there as soon as possible.

"The psychiatrist will be here in a moment to speak with you, Ms. Pierce," the nurse says. "Is there anything I can get you in the meantime?"

"No, thanks."

The nurse leaves the room, and Noel rests her head against her pillow. For the first time in her whole day, Noel exhales. All she wanted was to go home and relax before the work day. She closes her and contemplates her life. She thinks about how her life... ended??? A tear cascades down her cheek.

Someone knocks at the door, and she believes it to be the psychiatrist.

"Come in," Noel says, wiping away her tears from her face and sits up.

In comes a handsome stranger in fireman outfit. He's tall and medium muscular built. He's head is shaved. His carmel coated skin is gorgeous, and when Noel looks closely at his eyes, she notices they are spring green.

"Hey, Ms. Pierce. Do you remember me from earlier?" He asks, walking into the room.

Noel blinks at the thought. He was just too handsome to forget. Who was he? He wasn't he her hero. Was he part of the fire department that helped at the accident sight?

"Hmm... is it Clark?" She asks.

"It's Zeke," he says, walking closer to her.

"Zeke. How may I help you?"

"So, we went through your car and retrieved some of your personal effects," Zeke says, handing her a bag that contains her cellphone, wallet, and keys to her home.

"Thank you. Zeke," she says, taking her things. "You know you could have left this with the nurse, and they would have brought this to me. Why did you decide to personally give me my stuff?"

Zeke bites his bottom lip and says, "I... want to personally see how you were doing. Then I wanted to ask you for your number."

Noel bites back her smile.

"Well, you're bold, sir."

"No, I just believe that life's short. There comes a time to take risks. Don't you think?"

Noel sits quietly for a moment, thinking Zeke's words. The thought crossed her mind. It's been a year and a half since she allowed a man to be close to her. She denied herself any physical pleasure. She threw herself into work and focused on her weight. Exercising and health eating. Maybe it's time to find love again.

"Why not?" Noel says, pulling out her phone and handing it to Zeke.

Zeke puts his number in and calls his number so it's saved in his phone.

"And save me in your phone as Noel, please?" She asks.

"Noel. Got it," Zeke says, grinning at her.

Another knock comes at the door, and in comes the tall man in a suit complete with a stethoscope. Noel is taken aback the appearance of this man. His face is chiseled and sculpted. He has a head full of dark hair and a lean figure. Whatever he wanted, Noel would would give it to him.

"Good evening, Ms. Pierce," he starts. "I'm Dr. Carpenter. The psychiatrist here at Southern General."

"Hello," Noel says. "Uh, Zeke. We'll chat later I'm sure."

"You bet," Zeke says, waking out the door but not being eyeing Dr. Carpenter.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you and your friend," Dr. Carpenter said. "But the sooner I examine you..."

"The sooner I get home."

"You got it."

Noel sits up on the side of the bed as Dr. Carpenter pulls up a chair. He hadn't ever spoken to Noel, but he started scribbling in his notebook. This made her nervous. What could she have possibly done in thirty seconds to make him write so soon.

"Stop worrying, Ms. Pierce. These are my notes I'm writing. Just simple things, really. Your name. The date. The time. Case number," he stated.

"Oh," she sighed.

The doctor looks up at her from his notebook and says, "I'm sure been asked this a hundred and one times night, but..."

"Here come one O two," she sasses him.

He giggles a little at her jest; Noel just to see his beautiful smile. It lights up the room and a part of her soul.

"Well," he begins, "for the sake of getting each part of the story correct, this is necessary."

Noel nods her head in understanding.

"So for the hundred and second time, what happened?" Dr. Carpenter asks.

"I was driving home. The roads were wet. The other person came in my lane. I swerved out of the way. The car hit the back side of my car. The water on the road caused my car to hydroplane. My car flipped. The next thing I remember..." She pauses.

"What? What do you remember?"

She remembers being wrapped in some sort of feathery warm blanket. The pain she felt was over. The blue eyes on the face of the guy who pulled her out of the car. She couldn't make out his face. He touched her face with his warm fingers.

"I remember the medic trying to wake me," she lied.

She couldn't share the rest.

"The medic said that you said someone pulled you out of your car. That car was damaged pretty badly."

Noel looks away from him. "I shouldn't have survived. Is that it?"

"No, Ms. Pierce. That's not..."

"The other driver?" She cuts him off. "Are they okay? No one's told me if they were? If he or she or they... I feel so selfish for not asking."

Dr. Carpenter sees the concern in her eyes.

"He..." He starts. "Is currently in the ICU."

Noel covers her mouth in shock. "No."

"He was drunk driving, and as you stated, the roads were wet." Dr. Carpenter says.

The guy in the ICU could have a family and friends. She can't blame him. He could have been having a bad day. She knew what that was like. It could be her in the ICU.

Tears start to fall down her eyes to her cheeks. It's a mixture of relief, fear, and sadness that haunts her now. She looked down at the radio for only a moment. Nothing longer. But she was sure she died. She recalls being suspended in the air and the peaceful liberation that came with it. Then, she was guided back to her body.

Dr. Carpenter pulls out a napkin for Noel to wipe her face.

"Thank you," she said, taking the napkin and drying her eyes.

Dr. Carpenter gently lifts her head, causing Noel to look into his eyes. His beautiful cerulean hues. They remind her of her rescuer.

"You mind if I examine your neck for a moment?"

"No. Not at all," she breathes.

He inspects her neck and moves it gently from side to side.

"Do you remember hitting your head at all?" He asks.

"I do."

"Something else happen you'd like to tell me about?" He whispers.

"I..." She hesitates. "You'll think I'm crazy."

"What's said in this room stays in this room. Between us."

"I think I... died. I felt pain. Excruciating pain, then it was all over. I was out of pain. I saw a light, but it was like a will o the wisp. Small light. I was going to it. Going to peace. Then someone called me back here. To live because my life wasn't over. I felt this blanket of warmth surround me like feathers. When I opened my eyes, I saw his blue eyes, but he was out of focus. Then he put me to sleep. The next thing I know, the medic is waking me up."

Dr. Carpenter remains quiet as she tells from about her outer body experience.

"Sir, do..."

"Elvis. My name's Elvis," he interrupts her.

"Elvis. Do you believe in God?"

"I do."

"I think... I actually have a guardian angel looking out for me."

"Hmmm."

"I swear that's the truth. Honest."

"I believe that you believe it."

Noel nods her head and says, "And that's all that matters."

"Look, Ms. Pierce..."

"Noel."

He smiles at her.

"Okay. Noel. You went through a near death experience. Your life is going to change. You may see things. You may start asking questions like, "Why me?" "Why am I still here?" I hope you ask the correct questions, which are, "How can I use this second chance?" "What can I do with this second chance?" "What have I not done?"

"And, Noel. You're going to need someone to talk to," he said, pulling his card from his jacket pocket. "Call me when you need someone to speak with."

Noel took his card and considered what he was saying. She was already questioning herself, but most of the time, she suffered in silence. Most didn't want to hear what she had to say, so she kept her opinion to herself.

"Elvis, you seem like a great doctor, but I can't afford you."

"Did I say anything about payment?" He questioned.

This comment stops Noel in her tracks. If he doesn't want money, what does he want?

"That's too generous. What do you get out of talking to me?"

"You could use a friend. What if I told you I had a near death experience?" Elvis asks.

Noel looks at him for a moment. There's a silence between them, hanging in the air so one could cut it with a butter knife. Then all of a sudden...

"Noel!" Trish bursts through the door, running to her friend.

Elvis scurries out the way. Trish wraps her arms around her friend, tears in her eyes.

"Nole, I saw the car and feared the worst happened to you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Noel says, looking upon her friend's face. She wipes her face with the napkin Dr. Carpenter gave her a moment ago.

"I'll leave you ladies alone," Elvis says, leaving the room. "And Noel?"

They look at him.

"Think about what I said, please."

Dr. Elvis Carpenter walks out of the room, Noel and Trish to talk.

"What do you need, Noel?" Trish asks. "What do you want to do?"

Noel sighs and says, "I just want to go home."

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rjmartin11 · 23 days

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In this alternative, I'd be Myrna Smith!!! That's it! That's the answer! I'm a background singer that will to risk it all!

Okay, serious question for you all.

Picture it. It's 1969-1970. This summer is a scorcher.

Elvis is not married in this alternate universe. And you know he loves the ladies.

You are on a mission to sleep with him, come hell or high water. But he's one of the most famous, mysterious men in the world. So how do you do it?

Tell me in the comments below! What foolproof method would you use to ensure you got some good 'ole down home lovin'? Would you be a gate girl? A concert-goer? Try to weasel your way in through one of the members of the Memphis Mafia (probably not the best idea)? Taglist - @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @arrolyn1114 @missmaywemeetagain @be-my-ally @vintageshanny @prompted-wordsmith @precious-little-scoundrel @peskybedtime @lookingforrainbows @austinbutlersgirl67@lala1267 @thatbanditqueen @dontcrydaddy @lovingdilfs @elvispresleygf @plasticfantasticl0ver @ab4eva @presleysweetheart @chasingwildflowers @elvispresleywife @uh-all-shook-up @xxquinnxx @edgeofrealitys-blog@velvetprvsley @woundmetender @avengen @richardslady121 @presleyhearted @kendralavon7 @18lkpeters@lookingforrainbows @elvisalltheway101 @sissylittlefeather @eliseinmemphis@tacozebra051 @thetaoofzoe @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @crash-and-cure @ccab @i-r-i-n-a-a @devilsflowerr@dirtyelvisfant4sy @elvislittleone @foreverdolly @getyourpresleyfix@gayforelvis @headfullofpresley @h0unds-of-h3ll @hipshakingkingcreole @p0lksaladannie @doll-elvis @tacozebra051 @richardslady121 @jaqueline19997 @myradiaz@livelaughelvis @deke-rivers-1957 @atleastpleasetelephone

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rjmartin11 · 26 days

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Earth Angel, Heavenly Boy

Pairing: Angel!Elvis & OC!black!female

Summary: After a nearly fatal car accident, a mysterious man saved the life of a young woman who believes the young man is more than what he seems.

Word Count:???

Warnings: Car accident

Author's Notes: Okay, okay, maybe I'm officially off from retirement. I don't know. This story just hit me, no pun intended. I just felt I had to put it down.

If you enjoy this chapter and want more, like, repost, comment, and follow. If enough people like it, I'll make another chapter.

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"For He shall give his angels charge over you to keep you in all thy ways." Psalms 91:11 (Bible)

After a long day at the office, all Noel wanted to do was go home, prop her feet up, and drink some wine. She was supposed to leave at five o'clock, yet Noel finds herself leaving the desk at six thirty. By the time she gets home, there will be no cooking. She can get by on just a glass of wine and a snack.

The ground was saturated with the rain from the last hour, but Noel didn't care. She was ready for that shower. The glass of wine. Her recliner. Her mystery book or mystery show. Whatever came first, she'd take it.

Driving home in the dark is never ideal, but here she is. Noel decides to play the radio to lift her spirits. She doesn't like driving when it rains, and she despises driving in the dark.

As she turns up the radio, a car swerves into her lane. Panicked, Noel tries to move out of the way of the car. This causes the car to hydroplane on the wet road. Noel tries to regain control of her vehicle, but the other car hits the backside of her car, causing her to flip over. The other car spins out of control, running into a tree.

Noel screams as her car flips and lands on its top. She wore her seatbelt, but the top half of her body's positioned out of the driver's window. She has cuts on her hands, arms, and face. Her legs are concealed under wheel. She can barely breathe.

"God... please... help," she breathes into the air with tears coming down her face.

She believes she hears footsteps, but she goes completely limp from the pain.

At the moment, her silent prayer to God has been answered. Angels, unseen to human eyes, surround the scene. Real angels with magnificent wings and a heavenly glow.

One angel in particular goes to Noel's aid. Honestly, he's not supposed to help her out of the car. His job is to watch her to make sure no more harm comes to her as they wait for the paramedics to arrive. His other job is to whisper positive thoughts of encouragement in her ear as they wait, and if her body is too damaged from the collision where her soul can't remain, he's supposed to signal the angel of death. Yet, her angel can't.

Noel's body has internal bleeding, three different vertebrae are fractured, and her right wrist and left leg are broken. She's a candidate for a new life. A new life with wings or the ethics rest, the angel can't bring himself to report this.

Angels also have a gift to see the soul of each and every human being. He sees that kind, generous soul Noel has within her. She puts others in front of herself in her career and in everyday life. She was in an abusive relationship, which removed herself from a year and a half ago. It didn't change her soul and destroy her character. It only made her stronger. Noel was loved and respected. She'd be missed.

The angel gently pulled Noel's lifeless body out of the car with ease. Placing her gently in his arms, he wraps his wings around her. Her breathing is shallow. Her pulse is weak. As he hears her heartbeat fade in and out, he knows Noel won't make it to the hospital. He sees all laid out before him. The ambulance gets to her, places her on the gurney, and she dies on her way to the hospital.

"No," he says, looking at Noel's cut face. "This can't be how it ends for you."

"Elvis!" Calls out the angel in charge. How is she!"

"Yes, Gabriel!" Elvis shouts back. "She'll live."

A single teardrop trickles down his cheek at the sight of Noel. Elvis has been around the world and has seen many beautiful women. Yet something about Noel captures him. He can't stop what should be, but for Noel, he'll risk the wrath of the Lord.

In the distance, he hears the sirens wail. He looks upon once more.

"Noel Pierce. You are a light in this world. And you will live," Elvis says, as he places the kiss of life on her lips.

This kiss is so powerful that it heals each and every part of her body. It mends all her veins and blood vessels that caused the internal bleeding. Her bones snap safely and securely into their places. Her cuts vanish, and her heart beats stronger than before.

Elvis slow moves away from Noel, giving her air to breath once more. Her vision is weak, but she opens her eyes enough to see a blurred image of her rescuer. All she captures is the blue hue of his eyes.

Elvis places his fingers over her face and says, "Rest now until the medics come. You've seen enough for one night."

Noel obeys, and her eyes fall closed. Elvis rises from the ground to join the fleet of angels to fly off to the next mission.

"Miss? Miss? Can you hear me???"

Noel opens her eyes as the medic examines her eyes. She looks around and bewilderment.

"W-what? My car..." She says.

"Miss, what's your name?" He asks.

"I'm Noel. Noel Pierce."

"What happened?"

"I'm not too sure," Noel says. "It happened so fast. The other car came in my lane and swerved. I swear the car flipped over."

"The blue car?" The medic asked.

"Yes." Noel pauses and looks around. "Where is he?"

"Who?"

"The guy that pulled me out of the car?"

"No one was here when we arrived on the scene."

Noel looks up at the medic. Her face goes numb, and her heart sinks to the pit of her stomach. He was there. Someone was there. There's no way she could have imagined that.

#elvis #elvispresley #elvis fans #romance #elvis x oc #AngelElvis #HappyAngel

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rjmartin11 · 28 days

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Thanks, @your-nanas-house for the tag. Little Sister.

R - Ready Teddy by Little Richard

J - Just Be Good to Me by Deborah Cox

M - Mmmbop by Hanson

A - Ask of You by Raphael Saadiq

R - Rose in a Concrete World by Joe Thomas

T - Take You Back - Jeremy Camp

I - It Will Rain by Bruno Mars

N - Nothing Matters by Lauryn Hill & D'Angelo

1 - 1 in A Millon by Aaliyah

1 - 1 by U2

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people

Thanks: @beastofburdenxo

Finally got around to doing this lol

P - Pumped Up Kicks, Foster The People

I - (I Just) Died In Your Arms Tonight, Cutting Crew

N - Nocturnal Me, Echo And The Bunnymen

G - fuck it I’ll do this one later

U - fuck it I’ll do this one later

W - Where’s My Love (Alternate Version), SYML

R - Rain In My Heart, Frank Sinatra

I - Ik Junoom (Paint it Red), Vishal Dadlani

T - The Other Side of Paradise, Glass Animals

E - Every Breath You Take, The Police

S - Shadow of Mine, Alec Benjamin

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rjmartin11 · 1 month

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Hide and Go Seek One Shot

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Elvis had been away from you for far too long, and you want to play with him in more ways than one.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. Viewer discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: Hello, world. RJ here. I'm just passing through with a one-shot that's been on the shelves of my mind for a while. I'm retired from writing, but I wanted y'all to have this. Something dirty. Enjoy.

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It's been a full thirty-five days since Elvis left on his cross-country tour, and you missed him deeply. Even though he calls every few days to let you know where he is and how the shows are going, you need him around. His physical presence keeps you humble.

Although you have your hands full with a one year old baby boy. You want his daddy around to play with both of you. You feel like Elvis would have missed his first steps if he didn't walk in through the door that very moment.

He called you last night stating that he'd be home today. You haven't truly slept since the call. It only mattered that baby boy had rest, so he could play with daddy. You made sure he was fed and bathed.

You started cooking immediately for your weary traveler and his band of soldiers. All of Elvis' favorite dishes were to be made with exceptions. Fried chicken, barbecue chicken on the grill, potato salad, mustard greens, mashed potatoes with Smoky Mountain gravy, black-eyed peas, macaroni and cheese, cream onion casserole, and cornbread. For dessert, banana pudding, sweet potato pie, and Ms. Mary's chocolate cake.

You scrambled all over the kitchen with Ms. Mary and Ms. Nancy came in to help with the load. You worked a full six hours in preparation for your love to come home to a great meal. You knew the meals on the road consisted of junk food, so this had to be special.

As you started to slow down a bit, Ms. Nancy asked you to go upstairs and rest. You didn't want to fall asleep on Elvis, so you did as asked and slept for a few hours.

"Mama???" You hear his little voice from down the hall and open your eyes. "Mama???"

You rub the sleep out of your eyes and head to his room. You creep slow around the corner as you hear him continue to call your name. You peek your head in the door, and he starts to giggle. Your son has his daddy's contagious gift of laughter.

"Is that my little Garon?" You ask.

"Mama!" He says with excitement in his voice.

"Hi, Mama's baby boy. Mama's handsome baby boy," you say, taking him out of his crib.

You get him ready for the day, and you both head downstairs. The ladies have taken care of dinner just as promised. You hand Garon off to his Great Aunt Delta and Great-Grandma Dodger so you can finish getting dressed for Elvis' arrival. You take a quick shower and get your hair and makeup ready for him. You want to look irresistible for your love.

As you put the final touches on mascara, you hear a big commotion downstairs.

"Daddy's home," you say to yourself, finishing up.

You run out of the room and to the staircase just in time to see Elvis look up at you. His smile lights up the room, and your glows.

"Hello, Mrs. Presley," he says, greeting with Garon in his arm.

"Hello, my husband," you reply, walking down the stairs.

He walks up to you with his free arm open to you. You embrace him gently as your son is in his other arm. He kisses your head and whispers he missed you. You tell him how much you miss him and how glad he's home.

Everybody crowded into the kitchen to get a plate. You made Elvis' and Garon's plates first, and then everyone piled in for their plate. Ms. Nancy made you a plate, so you sit and eat.

For the next thirty to forty-five minutes, the house was alive with laughter and conversation. Everyone talking about the tour and their adventures on the road.

"All in all," Elvis starts, "it was an amazing trip. This tour was great. Now, I'm just grateful to rest for the next three months."

"Rest? My husband wants to rest?" You ask.

"Yes," he answered. "Traveling around the country is fun, but I wanna rest."

"I guess you can wait on that surprise I have for you," you whisper in his ear.

"Surprise??? Baby, you didn't have to get me anything."

"I wanted to," you say, kissing his cheek. "Get rid of the boys and come find me upstairs."

You pick up Garon and walk toward the door. You bid everyone good night. Your sister drops by and takes Garon home with her, so you and Elvis can have Graceland all to yourselves.

You go upstairs and wait for him on the bed. You waited six months, so another fifteen to thirty minutes wouldn't hurt.

You peek out the window as everyone leaves out the front door, piling into their cars. Elvis tells everyone goodnight and thanks them for everything. He turns and looks up at the window. He sees you staring back at him and smiles the notorious smile of his. You bite your lip and close the curtain.

Seconds later, he's up in the room looking at you sitting on the bed.

"My pretty little Satnin. How I've missed you," he whispers as he crawls on top of you.

"I missed you, E," you whisper back.

He starts passionately kissing. You start slipping your fingers in his hair as he does so, kissing him back. You've longed for this moment for six, dreaded long months.

You roll yourself on top of him and push yourself off of him. You stand in front of him and begin to undress. Elvis watches in awe of you. As you slip out of your panties, cock begins to tent in his pants.

"You missed me, E?" You ask.

"Can't you tell?" He asks back.

"Then why are your clothes still on?"

Without another thought, Elvis starts to unbutton his shirt and undo his belt. Pulling his pants down off of his hips, disposing them to the floor. His cock sits up long and hard before you. All the things you want to do his penis. All the things you've longed to do to his penis.

You bow in front of Elvis. Not allowing him to wait another moment to start to suck him off at the head of his cock. His head falls back, and he moans your name. You only do this for a few seconds until you get off of your knees. You gently climb on top of him until you both are face to face, kissing one another. Elvis rubs your back. Followed by your ass. Then, he slides his fingers in between your legs to your vaginal lips, gently stroking your clitorus. You indulge in the feeling a moment.

Then Elvis pumps his cock a few times, attempting to penatrate you. You stop him and whisper,

"I wanna play a game."

"What?" Elvis asks confused.

You crawl off of him, standing before him and repeat,

"I. Wanna. Play. A. Game."

Elvis, reluctant to your quips, answers you as he gently strokes the throbbing in his dick.

"What kind of a game, Y/N?"

"Hide and Go Seek. In the house. Naked."

Elvis, wide eye, pops his head up to look at you.

"A... w-what? Hide and seek in the house naked?" He answers.

You nod your head enthusiastically. The smile never leaves your face. You squeeze your legs at the thought of him catching you. It makes you wet.

"Y/N, baby. Garon? What if he needs us?"

"He's with his aunt. He'll be with her for the rest of the night."

"Mary? Nancy?"

"I gave them the night off. They helped me cook your welcome home dinner. They earned it."

"Dodger? Aunt Delta?"

"E, everyone is gone. Graceland is all ours for the evening. Surprise."

Elvis smirks to you with that infamous smirk that makes your heart gallop, your knees quiver, and pussy drips. Elvis sits up on the bed, looking at you like he could eat you alive.

"You have twenty seconds to hide before I stuff my dick so far up your pussy they hear you scream on Beale Street," Elvis says.

"That's only if you can catch me," you laugh, running out the door and down the stairs.

"One!" Elvis shouts, standing from the bed.

"Two! Three!" He continues to shout.

Elvis gets quiet as he starts searching the house for you. He walks downstairs, allowing the soft carpet to massage his bare feet. He quietly looks in the living room, and he even takes the extra steps to see if you're hiding in the music room. He'd love to fuck you on top of the piano.

He walks into the dining area and checks under the table. He makes way into the kitchen, silently searching for you. He rubs the ache in his dick, begging for a release only you can prove.

"Y/N?" He calls out to you. "Oh, Y/N. Where are you?" He asks.

He walks towards the Jungle Room, but there's still no sign of you. It doesn't make him mad. It only makes him want you more. He so enjoys the chase.

"Oh, you are so good at this, Y/N," he says. "I'm going to find you, and I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll be begging me to stop."

You start to giggle but quietly move downstairs. Elvis heard you and ran to the sound of your voice.

"Baby, no cheating now. If you left the house, that's cheating. You want the public to see you. That beautiful, naked body of yours."

*ring* goes the phone.

Elvis looks at the phone confused. Who could be calling you and him right in the middle of your game. Hesitant, Elvis picks up the phone and answers.

"Hello?"

"I didn't leave the house," you say over the phone.

"Y/N, you naughty girl. You deserve a spankin'."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Once I get my hands on you..."

"Talk is cheap, Presley."

"Tell me where you are."

"Where's the fun in that?" You answered him. "You're so close, E."

"Give me a hint."

"Well, there are six phones in the house. One in your study. The kitchen. The bedroom. The living room. And the other two are... E?"

Elvis goes quiet. Dead quiet to the point that it scares you. Then you realize he knows where you are!!! He knows you're downstairs! You drop the phone and try to make a run for it, but he grabs you as you get to the doorway. You yell with excitement.

You back away from him. You made him wait to pleasure you too long. He's sex deprived, hungry, and needy for you. You can see the lust in his eyes. Where the color of his eyes was once a clear blue, you now see a stormy dark gray.

"Now, E..." You say trying to calm him down.

"Silence," Elvis says, backing you up to the sofa.

You run away from him further into the den of the room, but he's right behind you. He grabs you and lays you face down on the sofa. He slaps your ass a few times cause moans to escape from your lips.

"Bad girl," Elvis says, through clinched teeth.

*smack*

"Making me wait to fuck you."

*smack*

"Not allowing me to take what's rightfully mine."

*smack*

"Awe!" Is all you can muster up.

The action makes you wetter. You start to hump the couch as another smack lands across your backside. Elvis has your hands where you can please yourself, so you fuck the sofa.

He forces his hand upon your ass once more, then he raises you ass in the air where you can't grind the sofa.

"Elvis, please," you beg.

"Elvis, please!" He mocks you, placing another smack to your rear end.

Then, without warning, he stuffs himself inside your pussy from behind. You let out such a moan at the penatration and pleasure that fulls you up. Holding your sides, he pounds his rock-hard dick inside with fervor. You delight in the feeling of being one with him.

With your hands free, you waste no time placing your fingers on your clit to work yourself into a frenzy. He pumps into you for a few minutes until he pulls out of you, turning you around to fuck you from the front.

He hungrily kisses your lips and makes his way down your neck. He takes his time going down to your breast, giving them special treatment. You moan at the sensation of his lips on your skin. They're like two plush clouds massaging you.

Elvis bites your left nipple causing you to scream. He looks at you with that devilish grin and licks the ache away. He sits up for a moment, and you take this opportunity to kiss him. You push him on his back, mounting his cock. He helps you line yourself up with his cock, and pulls you down to relieve the ache of pleasure. You both moan at the first stroke of each other.

You begin to ride his penis like you're on saddle back. You start slow at a slow trot and pick up the pace into a full gallop. Your heart has been racing since the beginning of your little game. But it's nothing compared to the way it races with Elvis inside you. You love this man so much.

He pushes himself inside you just right where he hits your g spot, and your moans fill the room. You are so blissed out from ecstasy that you tumble on top of him. He holds you closer than a toddler holds his or her teddy bear.

You both lay there quietly, just enjoying each other's company.

"Baby," Elvis says, "That was the best game of hide and seek I've ever played. I never knew running around Graceland naked could be such fun."

"Oh, I did, E. I knew," you say, wrapping his arm around you.

"So, what's the next game, Y/N?" He asks, kissing your head.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

#elvis #elvispresley #romance #elvis fans #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n

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