Hello! I really love Elvis Presley, if the page wasn’t enough proof as is, and I love meeting new people and discussing similar interests. (19) (She/Her)
Hello! I’m just a writer and an artist hoping to put my work out there and to stop being so shy. If you couldn’t tell already, I really love Elvis, and I like sharing my passions with other people. 💜
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Red colouring means smut!
Blue colouring means Agere!
(TW: 18+ MDNI! Pegging, crude language, use of Ma'am in a sexual manner, Submissive!Elvis, Sub/Dom play)
(I can not stress enough how sorry I am for disappearing for so long, but I hope this is okay! Forgive me, Anon for not getting this out earlier...)
"Now, Darlin," Elvis started, taking a few steps back away from you whom in which was holding a thick, wooden paddle in a "threatening" manner. "You don't know what you're doin', Girl. I ain't done nothin' to receive a punishment." He had claimed. You raised a brow at his comeback, stepping closer to him inch by inch. "Babe, just existing warrants a punishment. You're in desperate need of a whooping, El." You responded, cocking your head to the side as he pointed a finger at you. "Naw, Honey- I ain't ever done anythin' wrong! You're exaggeratin' things!" "I want you under me, Elvis. I want you squirming and moaning like a bitch in heat. Can't you give me that? Be my little subby-bubby?" You pleaded, sticking your tongue out in exaggerated expression. Elvis snorted at that, shaking his head. "'Subby-bubby'? The hell you on, Baby?" "I thought maybe that would get you..." You muttered, though mainly to yourself.
"Well, you assumed wrong."
"I just wanna fuck!" You shouted, finally letting it out. "I want to peg you, Elvis! I want you to beg for me! So get on your knees and strip!" Your chest heaved as you tried to steady yourself, heart pounding against your rib cage. Elvis only stared, luscious lips parted slightly.
He began to kneel, grasping at the hem of his t-shirt where he pulled it overhead, tossing it aside before reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans, pulling the zipper down after. You watched as his hands made quick work of his clothes, saliva collecting at the corners of your mouth. Soon enough, he was completely naked, adjusting his position to being on all fours, looking up at you with sleepy Blue eyes. "Then give it to me." He muttered, ensuring you knew just how much he wanted you to be in control of him just by the way he gazed up at you. You licked your lips, stepping toward him where you then grabbed a handful of his thick, Black hair, pulling his head back. "Yeah...? You're gonna be a good Boy for me, Elvis?" You muttered in question, cocking your head to the side. "Yes, Ma'am." He nodded. "Gonna be the best for you."
As a wide grin spread across your lips, you stepped away momentarily to retrieve your "tool". Finding what you needed, a thick strap-on, you began to undress yourself whilst making eye contact with him once more. "I want you on the bed, ass up." You said. Rising to his feet, Elvis followed your command, crawling onto the mattress and settling on his hands and knees, pushing his ass in the air. "God, you're bossy." He chuckled lightly. "What was that?" You hissed, narrowing your e/c eyes at him. "Behave, Presley. You do as I say tonight." "Yes Ma'am. Forgive me." He then soon apologised, even giving a soft bat of his thick eyelashes. Once you had managed to get on your "tool", you made your way over to the bed, though not before grabbing a bottle of lubrication from the bedside drawer.
Rubbing your hands over the sides of his thighs, you moved one of your hands to his groin, brushing your fingers over his shaft. His breath hitched in his throat, and he already pressed against your hand, seeking attention. "Y/n-" You silenced him with a slap to his ass, causing him to grunt. "No. You know what to call me." "Forgive me, Ma'am... But... Please..." "Please, what?" You echoed. "Please touch me, Ma'am..."
With a hum of acceptance, you finally wrapped your hand around his length, catching the pre-cum leaking from his Reddened tip, beginning your pumping motions. "Ah..." He breathed out in pleasure, closing his eyes. "You like that?" You queried, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. He nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, Ma'am... I-I do..." He responded, humming softly as his hips began to stutter. "Good Boy." You cooed, moving your hand just that little bit faster. Though you didn't allow him that pleasure for long, removing your hand to open the bottle of lube. Elvis whimpered at the lack of stimulation, sticking his lip out in a dramatic pout, but he soon stopped when he realised what was coming next. Deciding to just lubricate only the dildo, simply to speed things up faster since you had been waiting for so long to do this, you ensured every inch of the toy was coated before spreading his tanned cheeks, positioning yourself behind him on your knees.
You sunk the toy into him, slowly and steadily, the pressure pushing back against your pelvis. "Holy hell-!" He squeaked out in surprise, his Blue eyes flying wide open. This was a new experience for him, definitely for sure. But he wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel a little good...
Waiting a few minutes for Elvis to get used to the feeling of something being inside of him, you then began to rock your hips, back and forth, back and forth. It was a slow pace at first, and it certainly made him squirm a little despite how he tried to hide it. Soon, the speed began to pick up, and so did the sounds of his grunts and moans. "Fuck... Oh, God..." He moaned out, clutching the fabric of the bedsheet, his blunt nails digging in. "Good Boy. Take it, Elvis." You growled slightly, gripping his hips tightly as you continued to peg him, your speed increasing over time.
It wasn't long before he began to whine louder and louder, begging for more. "Yes...! F-Fuck! Harder!" He begged like a slut, drooling all over the sheet. "Oh? You want it harder?" You asked, pulling it out almost all the way before slamming it back in, causing him to cry out in pleasure. "Ohh! Y-Y-Yes! Goddamnit, that feels so good! A-Again!" You couldn't help but to moan a little at his begging, slamming back into him again and again. "I-I'm gonna cum...! Fuck...! Fuck! Ah-!" With one final cry of pleasure, Elvis came, ropes of thick, hot seed spilling out on the sheet, leaving him panting.
A minute or so passed in silence, all before Elvis looked tiredly over his shoulder at you. "How soon can we do this again, Honey?
