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MWHAHAHA SAY FUCKING LESS š«”
Hey darlings! I'm bit stuck with my writing. Could you send me some random smut prompts for some drabbles. Pretty please šš¼āāļø (for any characters I write for)
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just got home š
i need more elvis besties. where yāall at?šā”ļø
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if you talk in your sleep; 50s elvis x wife!reader āļøš«£
summary: reader has been feeling something, for a whole while. Slowly, she hints at elvis, her freshly, new husband to help her in on it.
authorās note: hehe I havenāt been too present on here š
so I decided to write this out, an idea by my lovely love @jhoneybees. Elvis is pretty subby here in my opinion.
warnings: basically just finger sucking and humping.
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youāre too shy, too nervousā¦but thatās opposite of what you desire to physically play and do.
as you sit on the edge of the wooden, creaky bed but comforting, aloft mattress. All pretty and naturally shining, your soft, loved curls on your shoulders, in nothing but just your palm pink dress
youāve never been this bold to wear your pajamas like this. And Elvis figured the same, you could tell by the look in his eyes as he walked into the room from the shower. His cheeks shiny and high, lips moist and fluffy, hair scruffy and damp.
thereās a silent moment where you and him are both just studying eachother. As your eyes roam around his figure, all slump in his baggy but well-fitted, blue and white stripped pajamas, you catch the growing pink on his cheeks.
āH-honey, whatās uh,ā he canāt even function as he sees the obvious silhouette of your breasts smooshed against eachother that presses to the fabric of your sleeping clothes.
Without a timeās tick further, heās on the bed, all laid out for you to play with. And you can feel that he wants to be played with too. Obvious from the hardening length that presses stiffly against his thin stringed pants.
āYou know, Elvie, Iāve been wanting somethingā¦and you just havenāt been giving it to me.ā You whisper out, straddling his hips with your thighs that trap and hug on him like a second skin. He furrows his eyebrows, lips open in a second as he lets out a strangled groan from the friction to his erection.
āw-what is it mama?, y-y-y-ya know I wanna take care of ya as best as I can, honest. Poke a needle in my eye, dagger in my heart-ā he stutters out, pulling up to his elbows and letting out a low hum from the hip movements against eachother.
you shush him swiftly by pressing your pretty digits, your middle and ring, against his lower, puffy bottom lip. the world goes silent as he glances down at your fingers, to your eyes that grow and darken with sexual desire.
Then you push them between his lips. The action both bolts somthing in your cores. The not wetness that swish around your finger tips, and the feeling of your salty but savory sweet digits that prod into his tongue.
he submits so easily. Not that he doesnāt already, but without further words and actions, he just completely submits to your account.
He connects with your eyes, his light blue eyes from innocent to lust pupils speak into yours, as he then lightly pulls pressure and sucks your fingers. Like a baby being nurtured from his motherās breast.
the thought of your husband sucking your breast creates a vivid, hot image in your mind that has your hips randomly buck into his. The sensation has his mouth responding around your finger with a low hum that vibrates throughout.
āY-youād do anything for me, wouldnāt you? My beautiful, loyal, loving husband. Hm?ā You coo into his ear, slowly sliding your fingers in and out of his lips. His saliva shines on your fingers, prettily complementing the shiny ring that lays prettily around your ring finger.
He nods vigorously, eyes fluttering close as his hips slowly rock into yours. Pressing his hard, hard cock that strains against his pants into your clothes pussy.
But that just wonāt do.
You immediately shove back your fingers into his mouth, his eyes popping open with glossy developing tears from gag reflex. You pull your fingers back a little, only a little, to explain yourself with actions.
āThen listen to me, just keep your hips still. Let me do what I want, Mr. Presley.ā You huff out gently, and he groans, furrowing his eyebrows as his tears fall down to the sheets and he nods fast. All of a sudden, needy.
pulling your hips back and then forth against his. Grinding completely as your cores touch, but with just a thin, tiny layer of clothing in the blocking.
his response is almost immediate. A moan rumbles in his throat as he canāt help but rock his clothed manhood thatās hard and probably a pretty, upset red.
It feels almost like the real thing, penetrating deeply into you like he did sweetly on your wedding night. Your virgin, tight hole swallowing him greedily and deeply.
his pretty blues roll to the back of his skull as you both move your hips in a matched rhythm. Sliding your fingers wetly in and out of his mouth, following your hips.
Heās not following the rules but who cares now? You both are in the middle of chasing a specific high that only desire can yearn and capture for.
then he cums, thick, steaming hot ropes splatter in his underwear that coats his pale thighs and pubic hair. He squeals and squeaks, stuttering his hips and completely slamming them in between his legs.
The feeling of his cock twitching harshly, wickedly and hotly under you has you orgasming so hard, curling your fingers on his tongue and smooshing your clothed vagina on his hard on. Wetting his center pajamas further by your sticky, deliciously wet orgasm.
if you talk in your sleep.
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tag list: @pomtherine @your-nanas-love @jhoneybees
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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS
This way people can see theyāre not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.
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do you write for Reggie mantle? I saw you had a thing for him on a post ago, so Iām wonderingā¦.
ah Iām so sorry for answering this late but yes! I will write for him but Iām kinda busy with some other requests, if youāre interested in Elvis and agent king then stay put! If not, then request all youād like š
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austin in the dune pt 2 itunes bts extras (-: (x)
#EVERYONE#SHUT THE FUCK UP#I-I-I#HOLY FUCKERS SHIZZIES#UGHHHHHH#STOP TEASING#WHY ARE YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SOSO SOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOOSOS MEAN
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Hello! Just a quick question! On one of your fics I noticed that you implied that Elvis climaxed twice during his 68 Comeback Special. I thought he only climaxed once! You mean to tell me that this man went up on stage and got so hot and heavy that he climaxed not once but twice in front of a crowd šš I just canāt with him! Where did you hear he did it twice? š©
okay ah youāre gonna really hate me on this one š.
Iām assuming youāre talking about my ādonāt be cruelā bit, if not then Iām not toooo sure. But ahem, that is kinda just like, fiction. Iām sorry, I donāt really know if he did twice or not, I just wrote it up to go along with the fic.
Iām so sorry! You just seem so enthusiastic on it and ughh Iām sorry again! But of course, hm I could try and search up to see if it is true??? Thank you so so so much for your ask, dear nom-nomāŗļø
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Hi. May I request a mid 60s Elvis (1965ish) and female reader in which they have mirror sex. Detailed smut please and aftercare at the end. Thanks
Physical; 60s elvis x f!reader
summary: reader and elvis have some fun with their reflections, maybe a lil too much?
a/n: say less fam
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āLetās get physical.ā Was the last line he said in a husky, deep and sensual voice that tickled your ears, before he smacked you into his lap and posed you before a mirror.
āc-cāmon baby, letās see you and lil elvie play now.ā He whispers into your ear, his smooth bronze cheek thatās decorated with a thick brown shade, his sideburns that scrape against your neck.
taking your legs and parting them securely besides his own thick, tawny thighs, he smirks as your blushed cheeks are hidden behind your damp elbow and your most intimate parts lay upon eachother.
Itās a glorious sight, er to him. The swell of your ass sits right at his lower abdomen, your pussy folds that is with locks of pretty dark pubic hair. Just skin on skin with natural body hair. His dark blonde pubic hairs that shower along the base of cock and sit under you. His impressive length dribbles out bubbly syrup at the look.
āDoll, letās get physical. Real physical. Let lil Elvis play, okay?ā He whispers a soft plea against your cheek and you nod slowly. He bucks his hips and you jerk up, gasping. āI need words, babes.ā He tsks and glances into your doll eyes in the mirror.
With flushed cheeks and soft eyes, you smile gently and nod consent, āyes, Elvis, I-I wanna play.ā He smiles a cheeky lil toothy grin, then glaring back at your folds and his veiny, tan hands grip both of your thighs up, your feet dangling in the air.
It goes silent. As if the world stopped breathing, as you and him glare at his cock sliding wetly between your pink flushed skin, he lifts your hips up and his blue eyes darken with a stuttered breath as his tip nudges at your vagina hole, then slippering back up to your hooded clit.
You moan out softly, biting back a smile which he doesnāt approve of. Resting you back on his lap, he sneaks a hand up to unlatch your bottom lip from between your teeth an replacing it with his middle, and ring finger.
Itās all on cue. As you look at your own reflection, his fingers slide in between your pink lips while his massive cock slides into your vagina.
His bubbly and shiny tip disappears as does his fingers when he bottoms out and you gag lightly around his digits. āAh fuck, hunny, now lemme play. Iāll play real good.ā He whispers hotly against your shoulder blade, fluttering his eyes closed as he thrusts up with soft motions into you.
his fingers still follow, slipping in and out of your lips, becoming wet and shiny from your saliva. You feel his long, natural eyelashes brush across your back as he presses a damp forehead to your skin. Pulling out his fingers from your mouth, he wanders his sticky hand to smack harshly against your pussy.
You jolt and let out a strangled moan, motivating him to rub tight circles against your swollen button of nerves, as his hips become faster. He pants and groans, not even too long into sex, heās already out of breath.
You flutter your eyes close too and let your head fall back, focusing on this feeling. As he deeply penetrates your womanhood with his penis, that twitches between your wet, pink gummy walls. You rock your hips against his wet fingers as you snap with his rhythm.
āF-fuck, m-māalmost there mama. G-gonna let me play wit ya? Play with this pussy as I want?ā He asks with a gasp but a deep, guttural groan. You nod and moan out an evil whimper, āyes Elvis. P-please, do it.ā
Itās all that it takes. Watching his length being shoved with your sticky juice on his thighs that make it shiny and slippery. He slams your hips into his, rutting into your pussy like some hormonal teenager thatās humping some damned pillow.
and you only clench so tightly around his girth cock that slips and shimmers out and in your pretty pussy.
One arm grips you in place as he works under you, so so hard for both of you to orgasm. His skilled fingers rub roughly but deliciously against your clit, only making you scream in pleasure
your music and instruments puts him in a haze that he cums immediately into your womb, and you feel all of him. His ball sacs slap against your vulva lips as his tip smooshes into your cervix and you milk his cock, orgasming right there, so filthy, his bubbly cream flooding into your womb and wet walls as he leaks out of your vagina and onto his own balls.
He pants and so do you, catching your breath. A small moment later he presses a soft kiss against the back of your neck and pats your thigh gently, despite his earlier rough fucking. āYou okay, right mama? I wasnāt too hard, was I?ā He whispers soothingly but also aware against your back.
you love this, even after whatever type of day you had or love made, he always asked how you felt after. You hum out gently, āIām more than alright, baby.ā
Physical.
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taglist: @jhoneybees @pomtherine @your-nanas-love
#spotify#elvis#elvis presley#elvis imagine#elvisaaronpresley#enjoy!#elvis fanfiction#elvis x y/n#elvis fanfic#elvis presley x reader#Elvis smut#60s elvis#elvis x reader smut
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AHHH IS THIS GOOD OR IS THIS GOOD??????
I know his cheeks were burning because Iād be one snobby liar to say that my cheeks werenāt crimson. Dear Lord Almighty, oh my word š«
Kiss, kiss, and then I CHOMP ON THIS šš¤.
OH! Also, yeah I think I might need a part 2. Itās not a want, itās a need fellas š
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Hi!! Here's a sweet but also savoury fic that I might write a part 2 forš¤
Tagging: @elvisalltheway101 my dollš«¶
Characters:50s!Elvis X Older!reader
Warnings/triggers: 5 year age gap (A/n: The fic is set in 1955 so Elvis is 20 years old and reader is 25)
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Elvis has always had a taste for younger girls and their chatty personalities but when his head did a whole 180 after laying eyes on a matured gal like you that is more quiet and not as chatty, he learnt what his real taste is.
His family knows you from living in the apartment next door and they adore how friendly of a person you are. His mama would often praise you during family dinners to his daddy and him which usually he would get embarrassed about her rambling on about girls that could be a potential partner for him but now getting to hear about what you said during a conversation you had with his mama, he didnāt say a thing.
Even though he sees you with his mama quite often, he doesnāt know a lot about you. He knows you came from a privileged family in Texas and when you graduated highschool, you moved to Memphis when you were 22 to have a fresh start into adulthood but thatās all he really knows from what his mama told him.
He finds you very pretty and your laugh and smile are so contagious but the thing that gets him almost trembling is how mature you look in those dresses you wear, it doesā¦something to him.
Especially when he saw you from across the road as you were walking into the building complex you two live in, wearing that red halterneck dress with cherries on it.
His bottom lip just couldnāt help but fly in between his teeth, those damn curves are something else.
Heās had quite a big crush on you ever since you moved into Lauderdale Courts and for a long time he thinks he wouldnāt have the courage to confess to you because heās scared that you might get disgusted and shut him down or go off telling his parents to scold him for having such feelings for someone that they look so dearly as a close family member so to save himself from that humility, heāll just watch you from afar.
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āNah, you guys can go on without meā his friends groan in disappointment, they asked him if he wants to go to a party with him but heās already been to 5 in the past 2 weeks, he wants a break so with another shake of the head, he bids them a farewell and turns on his heel.
He hums quietly, he thought he would be running around Memphis for the night with his buddies for a bit of a laugh but heās a bit disappointed to find out they want to go ogling at girls at a party over at someoneās parentsā house, knowing that the adults donāt know about what their kids are doing because of them being out of town.
It just leaves him the option of just walking back home and finding something interesting to do there.
As he walks along the footpath with his hands in his pockets and head lowered down, he watches as his shoes lazily scrape along the concrete. He sighs out of boredom, heās bored so what could he do when he gets home?
Just then when that question pops into his head, his ears perk up to the sound of a piano. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he lifts his head towards the neon lit sign noticing heās outside of a night club. Maybe he could go and have a bit of a listen to the music? he shrugs his shoulders.
Why not?
Quietly, Elvis scans his eyes around the dimly lit bar room, seeing only a few black middle aged ladies in their best attire, smiling and laughing with each other with dainty little glasses in their hands. Itās not as busy as he thought it would be.
Then as he hears a piano play again, he looks towards the sound and his breathing comes to a halt. Youāre on stage with a microphone in your hand, he didnāt know you worked as a bar singer. He gulps as he sees you in that black sparkly cocktail dress and your hair flowing down your back. Good Lord.
Elvis shakes his head and realises he might be staring too much so clearing his throat, he glances around to find a seat.
He sits at a two person table and decides to keep his head lowered, he might embarrass himself somehow, he doesnāt know how but itās better being safe than sorry but as Elvis presses his lips together, the gravity pull of your voice through the speakers just demands him to look at you.
Is he gonna be able to look away?
āAlright, ladies and gentlemen.. The song Iāll be singing for you tonight is a song that I have always called a favourite when I was littleā¦and it goes something like thisā you chime with a soft smile.
Oh that smile.
The piano starts the song off and as the bass soon follows after, the cheerful sounds of the song fills out the room. The first word you sing makes Elvis physically melt.
āI donāt want to set the world on fireā
You smile sweetly and the older ladies there cheer you on with āThatās my girl!ā and āThatās right!ā
āIn my heart I have but one desireā
His eyes soften.
āIāve lost all ambition, for worldly acclaimā
Elvis brings his arms up to rest on the table, grasping his hands together and looking at his hands to try to just listen to your voice.
āI just want to be the one you loveā¦ā
Oh your sweet fluttery voice
He really canāt look away.
As you sway your hips subtly and bring your hand up to rest on the pianist's shoulder, Elvis bites down on his tongue. Gliding across the stage you walk down the steps and onto the bar floor, Elvisā eyes darting all over you from your jaw to your hips and down to your ankles.
He lets out a stiff sigh and leans back in his chair.
āI donāt wanna set the world on fire, honeyā
You sing with a giggle, taking slow and elegant steps towards the bar where the other women are, yelling and giggling at your cheeky little smile.
Elvisā hand twitching, he sighs again while he lifts his hand to drag down the bottom half of his face.
āI love you too muchā you add, making the ladies whistle playfully.
Elvis doesnāt even notice how his leg is bouncing nervously under the table, all he can think about is his heart floating across the room to the palm of your hand for you to squeeze, break, just do anything with it.
āYou seeā¦way down inside of meā
His heart pumps loudly in his ears as you turn your head and look into his eyes, walking slowly towards him.
āDarlinā I have only one desireā¦.and that desire is youā His heart clenching in the softest way as you give him a happy smile, realising who he is.
The small thumps from your heels make him hold his breath, sensing you walking behind his chair, a shiver drips down his spine as you place your hand on his shoulder.
Feeling you bend down over his shoulder, he lets out a small breath through his slightly parted lips.
āAnd I knowā¦nobody else aināt gonna doā
His chest almost stutters as he breathes in, your soft, sultry voice sending ticklish waves into his ears and into his brain. Feeling your warm breath lingering below his ear onto his neck, his hands adjust over the center of his pants.
āDid you like that, Presley?ā
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When things that are too dangerous to say, sing.
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girlll imma need some agent e in hereeee. I miss him so much š
Mmm, ya know what? If I get some requests on him, Iāll write it up!
SEND EM INNN
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I'm not particularly religious, but I feel like E has a special kind of passion in his voice when he sings gospel music. This is absolutely beautiful.
https://youtu.be/swho1ngGY50?si=oC70YtzxNt37N5vr
awww thank you so so much for the link! Ah itās absolutely beautiful and just so endearing š„°
And I gotta agree with you there, when heās singing anything spiritual or religious, he lifts your spirits up with his!
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me when i think about what tom parker did to my close personal friend elvis presley (i was born more than two decades after he died)
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Why this shit true?
If a guy is handsome and had uniform like soldier or cop, makes him more handsome š»
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YOURE ALL INVITED TO MY FUNERAL. Ahem, thank you. šš
Live A Little, Love A Little [1968]
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Do not be ashamed of feeling deeply. No matter where your affections and energy go, they are never wasted, or foolish, or embarrassing, or weak. If you are betrayed by someone or something you love, you can hold your head up high and know you have given yourself fully to a world you believed in, and there is nothing shameful about wanting that world to be real. Don't let anyone tell you that your love, your grief, your hope is for nothing. Don't let them tell you to dial it back. You are making that world more real just by believing in it.
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