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sissylittlefeather · 2 months
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Okay, this is fun. I'm probably making ones that have already been made, but oh well. 😂
Have a little Greg Nolan for your Friday evening:
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theresalwaysep · 11 months
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Live a Little, Love a Little, 1968
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presleypictures · 1 year
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Elvis in between takes of “Live a Little, Love a Little” – April, 1968.
The photo was taken by Sandi Miller, fan turned friend of Elvis. “I always asked before I took a photo, that lasted a few months before he finally said: “You don't need to ask me first. If I ever don't want you to take a photo, I will tell you.” So from then on, I just snapped away.”
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seredelgi · 1 year
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Elvis Presley performing “Trouble” in “ ‘68 comeback special” (1968) 
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presleybutlervsp · 19 days
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March 07, 1968
Live a Little, Love a Little Pre-production: In the morning the script rehearsals continued.
Later Elvis went to Western Recorders, at 6000 Sun set Boulevard, where Billy Strange, is firmly in charge. Elvis worked on the soundtrack, from 7.00 p.m. to 3.00 a.m. with songwriter Mac Davis, in attendance for Elvis’ rendition of his “A Little Less Conversation”.
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missmaywemeetagain · 24 days
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Pink Schnapps 🥃 (A Pink Scarf U Exclusive!) out now on Patreon!
Inspired by this gem of a story from 1968 where Elvis gets drunk. Elvis gets Reader tipsy on peach schnapps and tension and shenanigans ensue...😏
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SNEAK PEEK
TW: Alcohol use, drunkenness, flirtation/tension, nakedness, vomiting, hangover, Jack, Reader is confused and clueless as always lol
Early April 1968
“Baby. Baby, listen,” Elvis slurs, a long arm sliding over your shoulders like it has always belonged there. He doesn’t touch you much these days, so the sensation feels strangely intimate and peppers your skin with goosebumps.
You look at Jack, Charlie, and Joe in succession, all of whom throw their hands up in the air like they have no clue what has gotten into Elvis but judging by the almost empty half pint of liquor in one of his hands and an unopened, full bottle in the other, you know they aren’t innocent. Elvis Presley just doesn’t walk into liquor stores by himself. You’re not even sure he carries money on him.
“Ya gotta try this stuff, honey, it’s so good! Don’t even taste like al-kee-hol! Prolly don’t even have al-kee-hol in it cuz I could drink a barrel of this stuff an’ not feel a thing,” Elvis continues, shoving the bottle into your hand.
“Oh, E, I’m sure this—” You turn the bottle to read the label, willing yourself not to cringe, “—peach schnapps is great and all, but I don’t—”
“Ohhh, don’t be like that, honey,” he interrupts you. “These guys don’t get it but you, I know you get it.”
“Do I?” you say, eyebrow shooting up while you try to keep a straight face. “What exactly do I get?”
“That this is the nectar of the gods! They put it here for you and me,” he goes on, his depthless blue eyes watery but twinkling as they look down at you.
He’s positively smashed. You could count on one hand how many times you’ve seen this man drunk in the many years that you’ve known him, which might account for his current state. Elvis might pop pills like candy sometimes, but he doesn’t drink.
He pushes the nearly empty bottle into your hand. “C’mon, live a little, honey.” He grins wildly, bouncing on his toes. “Hey! That’s the name of my picture!” he exclaims like he’s discovered the answers to the mysteries of the universe. Then he starts giggling.
And the joy from a giggling, hiccupping Elvis is contagious. Always has been. You can’t help but smile. It feels foreign; you can’t remember the last time you really smiled.
The moment is nearly ruined by your husband’s sardonic eye roll, his chocolate eyes dull and bloodshot. Unlike Elvis, he is well acquainted with being drunk and it definitely doesn’t make him giggle. Jack looks disinterested and annoyed, not even hiding the pill he pops as he mutters, “I’m goin’ to bed.”
Your heart sinks. Part of you feels rejected—he didn’t even acknowledge you were there, much less say goodnight, but that’s nothing new. Another part of you thinks to go with him, but you know it’ll get you nowhere. If he took a pill, he’ll be out soon anyway.
Honestly, it saddens you that this is your life now. Long gone are the happy days of young love, replaced by an ever-present shadow of disappointment and indifference and, occasionally, fear. Jack can be a mean son of a bitch when he’s too far gone.
“What an ass,” Elvis says blatantly, seeming to surprise even himself and he giggles, taking a swig from the bottle.
Suddenly, you are feeling uncharacteristically awake. There’s a fire in your chest when you grab the liquor out of Elvis’ hand, taking a long draught from it. It’s cloyingly sweet but does the trick, the burn sinking down into your belly...
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hooked-on-elvis · 25 days
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Live A Little, Love A Little (MGM, 1968) | Directed by Norman Taurog, Screenplay by Michael A. Hoey and Dan Greenburg. Based on the 1965 novel Kiss My Firm, But Pliant, Lips by Dan Greenburg.
On scenes: Elvis Presley as Greg Nolan; Russ Bender as Greg's former boss on the newspaper company; Red West and Sonny West as newspaper vendors; John Hegner (child actor) as Robbie and Joan Shawlee as Robbie's Mother; Ann Doran as the Landlady.
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your-nanas-house · 2 months
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Thanks to photography
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◇ Pairing: Greg Nolan X model!Reader
◇ Warnings: SMUT, grinding, game, blowjob, photos, bad writing
◇ Summary: Greg goes carried away during a photoshoot.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is for my dear @sissylittlefeather 🙇🏼‍♀️❤️
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Y/n's action left Greg breathless again as she sat down on his lower tummy, her ass nearly brushing against his pelvis getting a reaction out of the man.
It was clear the way he looked at her... full of admiration and with a playful touch given by the tiny smirk glued to his handsome face.
A smile that caused Y/n's body to warm up, even if she wasn't such a shy person because of her job... it happened to her more than once to pose naked for photographers but it was the first time she felt something between them.
A chemistry and a tension that shouldn't have been touched.
"Anything else?" Her soft voice asked as her eyes roamed all over his body, stopping again at his face while she waited patiently... smirking slightly as soon as he replied.
Greg shook his head softly as his stunned self didn't allowed him to speak or register immediately what she was asking. Making him only stare at her to drink in every little part of what she was offering him.
It was perfect... the moment was perfect, her body as well. And the only thing that he wanted to change was the position that they were in. So with that he finally broke the silence with his low voice
"How about changing a little position?" He asked her as his thumbs rubbed soft circles on her hips, making her bite eagerly her lower lip and reply with a simple quick nod.
Greg looked Y/n in the eyes with a bit of hesitation as he gathered the courage he need to finally speak, hiding his arousal with a poker face
"How about you lay down on top of me?" He suggested casually as he played a bit with his camera, gulping as soon as the young woman lay slowly on top of him just like he craved.
The simple action instantly setting a fire inside of the photographer, his Adam's apple bobbing again, as he looked at her in that new position.
He could feel the way her body pressed down against his and it felt so damn good that he nearly stuttered out his words "Now can you pose and sway in your seductive moves, the way you did before?" He required.
Y/n started to slowly sway her hips back and forth just like she did when he asked her earlier to dance sensually for a couple of pictures he had to take.
It felt stupid as she did it, simply dancing without music or anything... just a camera pointed at her. But now it made her aroused, her hips were swaying the same way... this time leaded by the soft music of his heavy breaths.
He even had to swallow a moan since he found it extremely hard to take his eyes off her.
The way her body kept moving in each direction was very seductive and slow, and even if she wasn't doing anything extremely provocative it still looked very appealing to him... making his thoughts run wild.
Her body fitted very well on top of his, he thought as he allowed his hand to help her lower half press harder against his.
As Greg got lost in his lust just like his body which started to move on its own— meeting the soft sways with his own to create some kind of innocent friction his aching boner craved— Y/n's voice made him come back to reality.
"No photo?" She asked teasingly, not doing anything to stop his actions, enjoying herself every moment of it... opting to mock him lovingly since they should have taken care of the photoshoot instead of that.
Greg chuckled at her tone and slowly but gently whispered back his reply while controlling as best as he could his breath and groans
"I want to enjoy this moment a little bit more... I want to drink in your beauty before I take the next photos" the handsome man murmured against the skin of her cheek as he enjoyed every minute.
At the feeling of the little smile on her skin Y/n giggled back, her eyes fluttering shut as she met his thrusts less casually... her head nodding softly as she hummed back an answer
"You are the artist— I follow your wind" And with that she unlocked his racing thoughts again, making the man tilt his head up when he pressed harder his erection against her hips.
"Then you don't mind if I make another request, right?" Greg asked breathless, smiling at the teasing tone she used earlier while his hands traveled down to her waist to keep a hold on them. Pulling her in a little closer to him.
"Can you just sway those hips of yours a little bit faster? Maybe this time, it can be a little bit too provocative for the eyes to handle" he joked while doing a serious request, biting his plumpy bottom lip when she obeyed, taking the lead.
"Fuck— Bit faster, please" Greg cursed softly, taking a handful of her ass in a poor attempt to make her increase the speed of the grinding.
His heart raced, beating in his ears as his body began to sweat because of the feelings and actions.
"So damn good, Darling" the man added breathless, cursing softly as his back arched while Y/n's skilful and rough movements nearly leaded him to his peak.
"I start to think this isn't for the photoshoot anymore" the young woman joked, her heart racing at the view of him under her... her cheeks flushed due to the heat that had created between their bodies.
Greg knew that it was true but he was actually enjoying this moment as well... reaching his climax slowly as she kept swaying her hips in such a sublime way
"Yeah... It's not for the photos but still.. can you just sway those hips a little bit more?— Maybe you can do more than just swaying your hips" he whispered before biting hard on his bottom lip again, jolts of pleasure invading his body till she stopped abruptly, moving away from that lying position.
His light eyes fluttered open but quickly closed shut as a groan left his throat at the new sensation caused by her hands on his now bare cock.
When he agreed to that job he wasn't expecting to end in such a situation, being now deep throated by a beautiful and hot model that wasn't just good at her job but also at using her hands and mouth.
Her tongue swirled around his tip as her hands worked on his balls, switching after a while so that her hand was on his hard length... pumping it in a delicious pace while her lips wrapped around his testicle, sucking and licking softly.
Greg could feel his orgasm approach, just like her.. due to his loud groans and spasms of his body.
"Fuck, sweetheart" he cursed sweetly, his hand grabbed her head so that he could lead the tempo and fuck her face till he emptied his balls inside of her warm mouth.
Watching her swallow his seed before cleaning her mouth and reach for his camera to take a photo of him with an amused smile.
"Bet you would be an awesome model as well".
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vintagepresley · 1 year
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I can spot Greg Nolan anywhere. 🤭
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tcbeps · 9 months
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- greg nolan my baby from my favorite movie of his; live a little love a little
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devilsflowerr · 10 months
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there’s just something about this photo
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valkaryah · 7 months
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Elvis Presley and Susan Henning in Live a Little, Love a Little (1968)
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theresalwaysep · 9 months
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thewonderofelvis · 2 years
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Elvis in Live a Little, Love a Little, 1968.
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seredelgi · 2 years
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Requested: The shower scene from “Live a Little, Love a Little” (1968)
I did it.
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thatbanditqueen · 8 months
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Live A Little Saturday
TODAY 4 p.m. US Central, 11 p.m. Europe (Saturday, August 12)
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Impromptu Elvis Movie Gang meet up today. Sorry for the last minute notice, it has been a busy week... (isn't it always…? maybe the problem is that i am not able to manage my life… i'll save that diatribe fore another day). Anyways, if you are around, come livestream Live A Little, Love A Little with the only other people who know exactly what it feels like to suffer from Elvis hyperfixation and never want to be cured....
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