#elvispresley

[choko-lates-choka]

[elegantpersoncreation-2]

"In 1958, Elvis Presley wasn't just making music—this was a rebellion wrapped in rhythm. A reminder that life doesn't always have to be serious. Sometimes it's about letting go, shaking off the weight, and getting lost in the Dixieland Rock. No overthinking. No turning back."

[lustnhim]

manspreading 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

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inspired by a post i saw on tiktok. i just climb right between them and lay down on his thighs :( ugh, cute baby.

[elvispresleysdearestfangirl]

A crowd with binoculars watches Elvis Presley perform in Oklahoma, 1970.

[presleyslilbaby]

Sub 60s Elvis? (Smut)

~New Experiences~

(1960's!Elvis X Reader)

(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?

[rjmartin11]

The Fire We Make

Summary: You and Elvis just can't keep yourselves away from one another.

Word Count: ???

Warnings:

Author's Notes: Am I back??? Possibly. I had a dream about this. I've been looking for inspiration and a tale where Elvis has an obsession with Reader... A gentle sexy obsession plus a lot of protection.

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"Why am I here? I shouldn't be here?" You say to yourself.

You smooth out your dress four more times before looking at the front door of Graceland. You place your hand over your heart. Plus, fluff your hair a few more times before walking up the stairs.

You know you should be home before he gets there. You know how Nathan's temper will flare when you aren't personally bringing him his dinner, but you push all that aside for now. You never get to really leave the house or the jailhouse more like it. Only to work your lousy nine to five job, get groceries, and go to church. If Nathan allows it. It's time to have some fun.

You place your hand on the cold doorknob, letting the sounds of the cheerful house welcome you into the party. You smell a slight scent of smoke and Memphis barbecue in the air. The smell of home. Chatter and laugh fill the air, plus some music gently playing in the background.

You slowly walk in, almost like you're trying to avoid someone. It's almost like you're trying to avoid... him. Nevertheless, you ease your way through the sea of unfamiliar faces, kindly smiling as you pass by them.

You made your way towards the kitchen to get a drink. Then, someone grabs your arm, turning you around to face them.

"Y/N?!" She asks.

"Sandy?!" You respond, giving her the biggest hug.

Sandy is your old friend from way back when you had more of a social life. You needed her hug. It lightened your soul.

"Y/N, friend, I'm so glad you made it. I missed you," Sandy says, smiling from ear to ear.

"It's good to see you."

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice says from behind you.

You turn to see who's asking.

"Jerry?"

"Hey, Y/N," Jerry says, wrapping his arms around you. "It's great to see you. Welcome back."

"It's great to see you both," you say. "How long has it been?"

"Seven years," Sandy says without hesitation. "You missed so much."

"Oh, yeah? Such as?"

"Such as my and Jer's wedding," Sandy says, holding her left hand up, displaying her ring.

Your eyes widen, and your mouth drops open in shock.

"Whoa. I have missed a lot. Congratulations," you say, hugging the both of them.

"Jerry," Sandy says, glazing at her husband. "Could you get us something to drink?"

Jerry nods his head. He knows that you and Sandy have a lot to catch up on. He kisses her forehead and walks away, leaving you both alone.

"I sent you a wedding invitation. Why didn't you come?" Sandy asks.

Should I tell her I was in the dark? That I didn't know about the invitation? Would she believe me?

"I... I'm sorry I missed it. I wish I"

"Don't worry, it. You're here now. I'm glad you're here. I'm happy you're here now."

You smile and nod. Jerry comes back with three glasses of champagne. The three of you cheer to the good ole days and the better days ahead. The champagne is the best thing you've sampled in a while. It melts on your tongue like cotton candy.

"Oh, Y/N. Have you seen Elvis yet? I'm sure he'd love to see you."

"No, I'm... I just want to spend time with you and Jerry. Catch up with my best friend."

Sandy smirks and lifts her glass to yours, clinging them together. Then you hear it. That familiar laughter in the other room. His laughter. How it brightened every dark corner of your being. You're not an evil person, but when a dark shadow looms over you, there's no light in your life. But he is.

Something Sandy doesn't know is that you may have not seen her in the last seven years, but you saw Elvis one year ago. That laugh reminds you of why you hesitated coming into the house. There's so much in that laughter that your heart aches. His laughter has an effect that makes others want to laugh with him or smile.

"I wonder what's so funny," Sandy asks, snapping you out of your daydream.

"I think I'm hungry," you say, holding your stomach with your hand.

"Well then, let's eat," Sandy says, intertwining your arms together.

She guides you through the party to the kitchen. You see more familiar faces that you hadn't seen in a long time. It was like a family reunion in Graceland. You got more attention in the last hour than you have the last seven years with your husband. Or at least not the attention you like.

"Y/N, as I live and breathe!" A familiar voice shouts at you.

"Sonny!" You shout and laugh as he picks you up and spins you around.

"Well, damn girl, we missed you. Where you been?"

You're hesitant, but you answer.

"I... home. If not at work."

"What's keeping you home? You got kids?" Another asks.

"No. No kids. Just... busy. I'm gonna get me another drink," you say, rushing off towards the kitchen.

You take time to compose yourself and breathe. You feel overestimated by everyone, but you enjoy being with everyone. You love being away from Nathan more than you love him. He was a good man at first or so, it seemed. Then he changed.

You start pouring yourself another glass of champagne, and a strange feeling comes over you. You pause. Like there's another presence in the kitchen with you. You ignore it and place the bottle back on the counter. You place the glass on your lips. Then...

"Y/N," the voice says.

You freeze in place. You don't dare turn around. So many feelings pass through your being, knowing he's in the same room with you. You remain still for fear that you'll do something you'll regret.

"Y/N?" Elvis says again.

He's right behind you now. You feel the heat radiate from his body. You place your glass down on the counter. Words don't come to you. You have no idea what to say to him.

"Hi, Elvis" is all you can manage.

Elvis gently grabs your arm, turning you around to face him. You avoid his eyes. If you look into his eyes, you're a goner.

"That's all I get, Y/N?" Elvis asks. "Hi, Elvis? I haven't seen you since that night we were together and that's all I get?"

"Elvis, please don't do this."

Elvis grabs your face, forcing you to look in his eyes. Oh, his blue eyes that bewitch you. You quickly close your eyes as if he were Medusa.

"Baby, you're shaking. Why? Are you afraid of me?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"Y/N, look at me," Elvis demands. His tone even.

You open your eyes to look at him. Those beautiful baby blues capture your soul. Elvis can see the true soul of a person when he looks into their eyes. The very reason why you didn't want to look him in his eyes. Yet you believe you can hide certain things from him.

"If you're not afraid of my, darling, why haven't come by to see me in over a year? Why haven't you called me?" Elvis beseeches you.

"You know why?" A stray tear escapes your eye.

"Because I was honest with you about how I feel about you? Because I said I lo..."

You clasp your hand over his mouth.

"Elvis, no." You whisper to him. "What happened was a mistake. I'm a married woman."

Elvis gently moves your hand away from his mouth.

"As I recall," Elvis starts. "You're unhappily married. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you didn't miss me."

You can't lie to him. You can't lie to yourself. There's a large part of you that wants to throw your arms around him and embrace him. You want to kiss his soft lips and make passionate love to him. Elvis is an example of a real man compared to the man you married.

"I can't lie to you, Elvis."

Elvis smirks that irresistible smirk that warms your core and pulls at your heartstrings. He kisses the palm of your hand. You press your fingertips against his cheek. The heat between you both burns hot. You can't deny Elvis' charms. You want him. Your lips barely touch one another then...

"Y/N?" Sandy calls.

She snaps you and Elvis back into reality. You pull yourselves away from each other as Sandy walks into the room.

"You get your drink yet?" She says, popping her head into the room.

Sandy spots Elvis leaning against the wall, eyeing you. You grab your glass and smile.

"Yeah, I got my drink. I was just..." You drift off looking at Elvis. "Catching up with Elvis."

"Well, come on. We're waiting for you," Sandy says, grabbing your arm.

You take one last look at Elvis and her mouths the words...

"To be continued."

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Elvis Aaron Presley 🎶 the King of Rock and Roll

January 8th, 1935 - August 16th, 1977

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