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Loki: If I don't make it back I--
*disappears*
Mobius: he'll make it back
THATS GAY. THATS GAY. I'M SORRY THERE'S NO DENYING IT.
AND THE RAINBOW GLARE IN THE CORNER. THERE WAS A RAINBOW GLARE IN THE CORNER
ME HAVING STERK?
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k-wame · 5 months
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JACOB ELORDI as Elvis Presley 'Priscilla' (2023) wrt./dir. Sofia Coppola
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bodyelectr1c · 1 month
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plaything
austin doesn’t let the reader finish until he wants her to
literally no plot, just smut
warnings: orgasm denial, teasing, oral (f receiving), degradation, edging, a little overstim, implied age gap, possessive austin, daddy kink
this is my first time writing, it’s so nasty but kind of hot. i’m a sucker for an older guy, so i picture a sexy age gap. anyways, enjoy!
austin hadn’t let you off easily, forbidding you from touching yourself while simultaneously leaving you unfinished and begging, writhing; a string of desperate whines and pleas leaving your throat. it was clear to you he didn’t care for your pleasure, he just wanted to get himself off. you were nothing more than a fuckdoll to him. he’d no shame in pulling you by your hair- no matter when; no matter where, dragging you to the nearest bathroom, shed, closet, whatever- and fucking you senseless
“fuck- you’re such a slut baby,”
“your cunt is so fucking tight, just for me”
“you’re-fuck, gonna be the death of me..”
he cooed ‘affectionate’ remarks at you in between progressively sloppier thrusts- if they could even be labelled affectionate. you regarded it as love on his part, you both know you enjoyed being degraded, and he knew you’d do anything to make daddy cum.
sometimes, whilst jackhammering into your pussy, he’d lazily reach down and thumb at your untouched clit in circular motions, occasionally dipping his hand down to where you both connected, attempting to fit one of his thick fingers in alongside. he did this just to hear you scream his name, and he’d stop as soon as he felt his climax nearing.
it was habitual, his hips would begin to stutter, his moans would get more desperate- louder and lower, his degrading remarks would descend into a string of pet names, his eyes fluttering closed as he groaned. “babybabybaby”
and then it was over, he’d pull out with a desperately hot groan, his cum painting every part of your body as he’d collapse onto the bed, his larger frame dipping the mattress next to you. you’d scream his name to no avail, trying to chase the high that he brought you near, but never cared to complete. your own hand darted down to your throbbing clit, rubbing desperate and fast circles around the sensitive nerves before they were met with a sharp slap on austin’s behalf, and then an absence of any sensation. he’d pull your hands away from your clit, puffy and leaking.
“you cum, when i make you cum, i don’t fuck college whores who get off on anyone’s fingers but mine.” he’d growl, pulling your thighs apart after you’d began rubbing them together in an attempt at any friction, his words turning you on impossibly more; you felt like you could cum untouched, coaxed by more of his dirty, perverted requests. you let him know, too, babbling incoherent sentences and grabbing onto his toned arms, repeating over and over again to just “let me cum daddy, i’ll be good i promise, fuck- pleasepleaseplease austin”
to your dismay, he’d almost always get up off the bed, watching you writhing and twitching from your previous proximity to your orgasm, and spit out:
“you’re so desperate it’s pathetic,”
before walking away to take a scathing hot shower, leaving you sensitive, but obedient enough to never touch yourself in the hopes that he’d come back and please you to completion.
in those blissful moments where he’d come back from the bathroom after an excruciatingly long time, finding pleasure in the confidence that you’d wait for him to make you cum, he’d hover his tall frame over you, watching attentively, towel loosely hanging on his hips, v line completely visible above the thin cloth, hair still wet as an aftermath of his shower. he’d let out a gruff and low laugh at how much of you whore you were being, fucked out without being allowed to cum. he found it comical, and a fucking sexy sight to see. his girl, spread out just for him, obedient and desperate to please him in any way you could. he got hard again just thinking about it.
he’d lower himself between your thighs, much to your relief as you let out a pleasured sigh, letting your head fall back against the bed as his stubble brushed your clit alongside his nose, teasing you one last time, evoking a sharp twitch in your abdomen, before he brought his tongue out to swirl around your sensitive cunt. your desperation to get off overcame you, you couldn’t help but lose your fingers in his damp hair whilst pulling his head down to force him onto your clit. he didn’t stop you, instead alternating between sucking your clit- hard, as if to signal that he was still in charge, and swirling his tongue around your pleasure soaked pussy, focusing his attention on one sensitive spot that made you whine louder and higher.
hearing you express your immense pleasure was a profession of devotion for him, and it turned him on profusely, causing him to moan around your cunt, sending vibrations around you that fluttered around your walls. his sucking and teasing was becoming too much for you, and he didn’t give you a second to rest, pulling you back toward him with a tight grip on your hips every time you tried to lift yourself in an attempt to catch your breath. he knew you could take it.
you felt your climax nearing you as you began to convulse, closing your thighs around his head, his still damp hair tickling your legs as he sucked harder and harder, also aware of how close you were due to the incessant chant of unholy curses and moans left your body. it was sinful, truly, his chin already soaked with the anticipation of your climax, mixed with the noises you made as he lost himself in between your legs.
“daddy, i’m so close, please let me cum, please let me cum, fuck!” you begged as he looked up from his task at hand, mouth never leaving your swollen clit, icy blue eyes focused on the pornographic sight before him, basking in it.
your climax washed over you as you let out a last scream of his name, pushing his head back down as you bucked your hips sloppily against his face, allowing yourself to release, the warm knot in your stomach untying itself as your eyes rolled back into your head.
as you lay there, panting, coming down from your intense high, austin outlined your clit in slow circular motions with his fingers to coax you through your comedown, making you twitch under the aftermath of the stimulation, bucking your hips up again slightly before letting go of all the tension in your muscles and collapsing farther back into the mattress, hands still intertwined in his now messy hair as he moved to lie next to you, using the white sheets to clean the remainder of your juices off his face before turning to face you where you lay, breathless
“fuck baby, that- was hot.”
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I know you're a lonely woman, And I love you But someone else is waiting, And he owns you If he should ever wake up Be sure your story is straight, love If you talk in your sleep, Don't mention my name If you walk in your sleep, Forget where you came.
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blondringlets · 2 months
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mineimmaculatedream · 7 months
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andichoseyou · 1 year
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doll-elvis · 1 year
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“when I brought Elvis in something that he really loved to eat, he was adorable, sitting up against the pillows, cross-legged in his men’s pajamas. he had this cute little dance he did in bed, where he rocked from side to side, sometimes with his eyes closed, with this beatific smile on his face, almost like Stevie Wonder. that’s how much he loved his favorite foods. It tasted so good to him and made him so supremely content. I can still see him rocking left to right in bliss, enjoying his food”
from “a little thing called life” by Linda Thompson
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photographic evidence of the cutest thing I’ve ever read about elvis😭
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mrsroryhuntzberger · 1 year
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Jeff Winger as 2022 Best Picture Nominees
(But I’ve only seen one of these movies)
(from @ wingeroocontext)
1. Top Gun: Maverick
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2. Avatar: The Way of the Water
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3. Elvis
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4. Women Talking
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5. All Quiet on the Western Front
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6. The Fabelmans
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7. Everything Everywhere All at Once
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8. Tár
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9. Triangle of Sadness
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10. The Banshees of Inisherin 
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emmymaehereeeeee · 6 months
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Playing Sober
summary: you have to deal with a very drunk elvis on the car ride home from a party and somehow avoid his momma. drunk!elvis x reader
“Oh but lemme- lemme tell you ‘bout Y/N, shoo-wee! When I-I tell you, thas a-a woman, God- a mighty!” With his seat reclined back and his hands raised Elvis was tracing small shapes on the ceiling of the car. “She’s so nice, but-but don’t be trying to put no moves on-on me..” Elvis said as he pushed his hand against your cheek, “Cause if you try,” he let out a hiccup, “You try and kiss me- I’ll whoop your ass and so will Y/N.” “Oh will you now? I am driving you home through so let’s keep all that to a minimum, yeah?” You reply as you start the car up.
Elvis stares back at you blankly for a moment, “I-I am serious!”
Nodding your head you watch as he fiddles with the handle of the car, “Uh-uh don’t mess with that.” He eventually left the door handle alone and soon resulted to singing very loudly, “Oh I loveeeee myy Y/N…. She is sooo beautiful and I love herrrrrr, my y/n my y/n. Woahhhhhhhhh….. she is very pretty and niceeeee..” He turned to look at you with a dopey grin, “Did ya like that?” “It was amazing, baby.” You say as you reach over to stroke his face.
“Woman! I done told you- I am dating Y/N!” He yanked away from you. “Well why don’t you tell me about her?” You ask as you begin to drive back to Graceland. Elvis smiled big and he pressed his hands against his cheeks, “Gosh she’s so cute, she does this thing when she laughs so much she just she can’t stop laughing she’ll laugh so hard tears are just rolling down her cheeks- ain’t nothing even funny but Y/N will laugh. Oh when she’s mad she,” he hiccuped,”will cross her arms and sit away from me, I know she does it cause she wants attention but if I give it to her then she is going to be overwhelmed. Oh when she gives me these little kisses when she does it all over my face, man shit I feel like I died and went to heaven. You just- the-the way she smiles-“ he pauses a moment and laughed, now resting his head on the center console.
You smiled softly as he continued to ramble, “Oh well she sounds amazing,” you said as you pulled through the gates of Graceland.
“Mhmmmm.” He hummed to himself, the soft glow of the outside lights hitting his skin. “You kinda look like her, know that?”
“Oh yeah? That’s funny, hey why don’t we get you inside and we’ll see if Y/N is home,hm?” You say hoping to coax him out in his drunken state. The lights in the house flip on lighting the entire front porch and a portion of the lawn up. The warm glow filled the once empty space. “Shit.” You mumbled under your breath as you watched someone walking through the living room.
“Why are we saying shit? I know lots of words- shit, bitch, fuck you- ooh that would be a good song! Fuck you bitch you broke my heartttttt.” Elvis wailed out into the darkness. His drunk giggles mixed with his singing only made it harder for you to pull him out of the car.
“Elvis stop- your momma is inside and she’ll kill you if she knows your drunk!”
Elvis’s eyes went wide, “I am not drunk, I am completely sober.” He whisper yelled as he haphazardly leaned against the open car door. He pushed off of the door and began to stumble towards the front door, “Mommaaa” He hollered out into the darkness.
Quickly you shut the door and grabbed his arm pulling him down to your level, “Elvis- it’s 3 am we have to be quiet,” you said softly- almost as if you were talking to a child. Elvis giggled and shook his head, pulling a finger up to his lips, “Shh.”
“That’s right, now come on- we got to get you inside.” You guided him towards the front door, “How much did you have to drink tonight, mister?” You asked as you adjusted under his deadweight.
“I am not drunk, I am there soberest there ever was.” He said matter of factly. “Ohh the soberest of them all? Is that why I had to pick you up from the bar tonight?” A small smile spread across your face as you watched him attempt and fool you with his drunken antics. “Mhm, I am fineeee.”
The sound of the front door lock turning is what brought you back to reality, “Elvis?” Gladys asked as she saw the state that her son was in, her hands naturally gravitated to his cheeks as she checked for a temperature. “Oh sweetie are you feeling alright?” She asked with a hint of worry in her voice.
"He's just exhausted, Gladys - you know how he is, always pushing himself in this music gig," you reassure, doing your best to keep him steady.
"Is he really alright?" Gladys asks with a hint of concern, her voice tinged with worry, as she observes her son's state.
"I'm not sick, just tired - all I want is to sleep. Goodnight," Elvis mumbles, attempting to free himself from his mother's grip. Leaning down to your ear, he whispers, "Where's Y/N? You promised I'd see her." His tone takes on a slight pout.
Her worries seemed to ease a bit at his reply, and she turned to head back to her room, leaving the two of you alone in the softly illuminated living room. "You'll get your chance to see her soon, but first, let's get you out of those clothes," you say, your tone gentle and reassuring.
Elvis extends his arms slightly to create a barrier between you and him. "No way you're taking off my clothes. I've got a girl, remember? Told you that already," he says, his movements becoming sluggish and feeble. "I don't need your help," he mumbles as you guide him up the stairs and into his room. "You, uh… you should go," he insists with a weak tone.
“Now Elvis, just listen here- I am your girl!”
Flopping onto the bed Elvis lifted his head to look back at you, “What the hell are you on about now, woman?”
“Don’t talk to me like that, brat.” You snip at him teasingly- “I am your girl- it’s me Y/N!”
He stared back at you with such intensity- as if he was trying to determine whether you were real or if you were one of his drunken delusions.
“C’mon now, put your arms up,” you say sternly with a scrunch of your nose. The smell from his mouth causing a twist in your stomach, “You smell like cheap alcohol,” you mumble as you pull off his shirt.
“It is not cheap alcohol!” He snaps back with a pout on his lips.
“Oh I thought you said you hadn’t been drinking.. are you lying to me, Elvis?” You ask as you pull on his night shirt and start to tug down his pants.
“Stop I wanna do that.” He says placing his hand over yours, you move away and allow him to dress himself. Watching as he haphazardly pulls on his pajama pants. “See I can do it all by myself.”
“I am so proud of you, sweetheart.” You smile and push his legs back onto the bed, “Now why don’t you get some rest? Want me to play with your hair-“
“Woman I already told you- I have a girl and you aren’t her!” He says promptly shoving you off the edge of the bed. “God damn it Elvis!” You huff and look up to chew him out but he had already passed out, “Oh you little- you just wait until the morning.”
@arianatheangel-girl @lillypink @steph-speaks @crash-and-cure @18lkpeters @jahayla-parker @flwersgarden @prayerstopresley @insanelycrazyanddelusional @kxnnxy
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k-wame · 5 months
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JACOB ELORDI as ELVIS PRESLEY 'Priscilla' (2023) wrt./dir. Sofia Coppola
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bodyelectr1c · 1 month
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he’s looking at me actually (on my knees)
ps: i need inspiration to write, please ask if u have an idea u want me to put to life, i need another way to procrastinate 💤
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hooked-on-elvis · 5 months
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Some of my favorite pictures of EP and two cute ballads. ♥
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bcofl0ve · 11 months
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67 years since russwood park. very glad he didn’t let those new york people change him none!
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curryaboo · 4 months
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if anyone knows any bollywood songs that are influenced or sampled from western songs pls let me knowww 🥹🥹 i’m making a wee playlist rn bc i keep seeing loads of the inverse (western songs sampled from bolly music) & thought it’d be cool to do the opposite :D
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