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Shout out to the guy from Jailhouse Rock who decided to not make a break for it so he could fuckin' BOOGIE

Some of my favorite Elvis songs

CLAMBAKE

2. SNOWBIRD

3. IF YOU TALK IN YOUR SLEEP

4. IF YOU DON'T COME BACK

5. BLUE EYES CRYING IN THE RAIN

6. FAIRYTALE

7. CHANGE OF HABIT

8. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN BACKYARD

9. A THING CALLED LOVE

10. IF I CAN DREAM

Title: 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬 Warnings: sexual content, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi-public setting, possessive behavior, praise kink, 1960!E.P, riding/lap!riding

The trailer door slammed shut behind him, rattling in its frame. You barely gave him time to take off his army jacket before pushing him onto the couch and straddling his lap, the G.I. Blues costume still clinging to him like a second skin. “Woah! Well, hey there, darlin’,” Elvis drawled, “Miss me that bad?” he tilted his head a bit, rubbing his thumbs over your hips.

You rolled your hips against him, making him groan low in his throat. “You were gone too long.”

He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to where your skirt was already hitched around your hips. His hands gripped your thighs possessively. “Lord, sugar. Ain’t even got my boots off yet.”

You caught his bottom lip between your teeth and whispered, “Then keep them on.”

He growled—low and rough—before thrusting up to meet your grind, his fingers dug into your waist like he could brand himself into your skin, he helped you take down your panties, and he unzipped his fly, pulling out his semi-hard cock and gave it a couple of heavy strokes, before slowly helping you inch down on his dick, until he was all the way inside you, a moan being torn from your throat.

“Good Lord,” he muttered, watching you bounce with a hungry gaze, “look at you—takin’ me so damn good.”

"Ha- Elvis-" You moaned his name, breathy and broken. Your thighs were already beginning to tremble and burn and Elvis noticed it the moment your rhythm faltered, your breath hitched more from strain than pleasure. A crooked, boyish smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in, voice thick and teasing against your ear. “Burnin’ out on me already, honey?” he murmured, hands sliding from your hips to cup your ass, grounding you.

You whimpered, trying to keep moving, but your legs were giving out. He chuckled, deep and low, before shifting his hips beneath you, planting his boots firm against the trailer floor. “That’s alright,” he drawled, voice dipped in syrup and sin, “I got'cha.”

Without warning, he took over—grabbing your hips and began helping you bounce on his cock, each thrust sharp, hungry. His pelvis slapped up into you with every bounce he controlled, and your head fell forward against his shoulder, overwhelmed.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he panted, nuzzling your neck, breath hot and heavy, “just let me do the work now. Let me take care o' you.”

His grip tightened. Your moans turned breathless, helpless, as he drove his cock deeper, faster. “Elvis— I'm gonna—” you gasped.

“I know, sugar,” he rasped, his grip never faltered—one arm locked around your waist, the other guiding your hips down harder, slower now, grinding you down on his thick cock.

The sound of your slick skin meeting him, drowning out even the distant chatter from the set outside. “Look at'cha,” he murmured against your throat, placing open-mouthed kisses along your pulse. “Makin’ a pretty mess all over my cock.”

You couldn’t answer—not with the way he rolled his hips up into you, deliberate and deep. Your cunt tightened around him, desperate for more.

He groaned at the sting, the vibration of it making you clench. “Christ, baby...” he breathed, voice shaking now. “You’re squeezin’ me like that and expectin’ me ta keep it together?”

Your body jerked as he angled just right, stars exploding behind your eyes. “Elvis—please—”

He pulled back enough to look at you, sweat-slicked curls clinging to his forehead, blue eyes locked onto yours. “Come on, then,” he whispered hoarsely, “let go f’r me, sweet girl. Come all over my cock.”

With one more thrust, sharp and perfect, he pulled you down flush—and you came on his cock with his name on your tongue.

Your body trembled in his arms, every muscle slack with release. Elvis held you close, chest rising fast beneath your cheek. Then, with a strangled groan, he pulled out of you just in time, his cock slipped free slick and aching, twitching against his stomach.

“Goddamn,” he hissed, hand stroking himself once, twice, until he spilled hot against his skin, his cock slowly softening against the crook of your thigh. “That was too close.”

You blinked up at him, dazed and breathless. “Sorry—”

He cut you off with a kiss, slow and deep. “Don’t be, baby,” he murmured against your lips, voice husky. “Dyin’ ta be inside ya, just… not without a plan.”

"Are you sure you don't need your top?" - Elvis Presley

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕌𝕡

tags: 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟶!𝙴𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚜, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚜

Elvis turned toward the mirror, and smoothed the front of his white jumpsuit with practiced ease—until his blue scarf slipped forward and a flash of red caught his eye.

He stilled.

A soft chuckle rumbled low in his chest as he lifted the scarf, eyes narrowing at the lipstick print smeared right in the center. Another kiss mark peeked up near the collar of his suit.

“Well, look a' that,” he drawled, grin evident in his voice. “Sugar, y'went and branded me like I’m yours.”

He craned his head slightly, admiring the faint imprint near his collarbone that was placed on the collar of his jumpsuit , hidden just enough to be their secret.

“Guess I can’t shake you off even if I wanted to.” he chuckled to himself.

You weren’t even at the hotel tonight—back at your own place across the city—but you'dmade your presence known just fine.

Elvis adjusted the scarf deliberately, keeping the mark where it showed just a little.

He winked at himself in the mirror. “Awh... Let ‘em see it. Let the whole damn room know I belong to somebody.”

Then he turned, swagger smooth, and headed to the stage. He was marked—and grinning like a man in love.

did that elvis fic called tempt by the hour just completely disappear? i wanted to reread it and i can’t find it anywhere

FANTASY

70s!elvis x reader

an: been a while, but i'm back! sorry y'all ♡ let me know if you enjoy this ^_^

cw: NSFW

sitting him down on his chair. you kiss his lips ever so gently and begin lowering yourself till your knees hit the floor. you wanted to show him your devotion to him. he could feel the love radiating from your soft kisses against his thighs.

"'s alright.. ya ain't have 'ta do this honey.." his strong voice purred. you looked at him through your lashes with a hazy and lustful look. your eyes clogged his thoughts and drove him insane. with one look of yours he melted like honey right onto the palms of your hands.

"i need this, elvis," you whispered, "i need all of you." as soon as you said those words, his breath hitched, and he could feel his cock twitching. your voice was sweet as honey, and your words oh so gentle.

"baby?"

hearing your nickname made you twitch slightly. you looked up to him, but a sudden blurriness distorted your view. "elvis?" you called out. everything quickly went black, a sudden thump was heard, and you were in pain.

"baby!" cheerily- yet concerned, shouted your friend millie.

it was all a dream, and now you have a bruise, but not for a good reason. that dream was so sensual, you fell off your bed. "oh gosh- millie.. good morning-" you groaned, as she helped you stand up.

it was all just another night of living your dirty elvis fantasy through your dream.

happy easter! 🐣

[ no one will ever know, how much i love you so ]

- it's only make believe ~ conway twitty ♡

[ where is my friend smiley?! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ]

anytime i see elvis with scatter i think of this song 🤍

HIS.

early60s!elvis x reader

an: hihi! this is my first time writing smut and posting it. this is just a little tease.. hope u like c:

cw: NSFW. using fingers for unholy tingz..

it was as if he could sense your slight uncertainty when he whispered, "let me do all the work princess."

his warm, strong hands groped your rear, causing you to slip out a moan. you yearned for him and his warmth; he was your drug, and you were willing to dissipate all your energy and soul to be with him.

you were his.

feeling him rub you through your underwear, you gasped. a simple touch from him could ignite the flame within you. he gently laid you down on the bed.

slyly grinning at your neediness, he spat, "such a needy girl, aren't ya, baby?" in response, you mewled. his voice sent shivers down your spine and gave you butterflies in your stomach.

lowering your panties, he sucked in a breath once he saw your wetness. he slowly dipped two fingers in, causing you to moan as your fluids quickly coated his fingers. his long fingers slightly stretched your hole as they teasingly slipped in and out of you.

a low growl came from his throat as he heard your slight whining, he unziped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. pre-cum leaked from his pink tip, and you were practically salivating at the glorious sight.

"wait," you whispered, "will it fit?" he smirked at your shy tone and concerned face.

his slight southern accent melted onto his words as he lowly said, "it'll fit, honey, you're made for it."

"You taste like the 4th of July..."

[ You Can Be The Boss - LDR ♡ ]

[ moon river and me .. ]

~ this photo of him makes me feel all warm and giddy inside ♡

[ You make me wanna be like one of those girls from

the 1950's

Wearing those big pearls

I'll cook you breakfast

Coffee on your desk, yes ]

- Puppy Love ~ Lana Del Rey ♡

[ But you haven't seen my man...

You haven't seen him

He's got the fire and he walks with it ]

- Sad Girl ~ Lana Del Rey ♡

"Give me a kiss

Big daddy, you so pretty (So pretty)"

~ Ya Ya - Beyoncé ♡

[ Hello-o-o, you are lookin' so fine, so fine

Fantasy about you's like a gold mine, gold mine ]

Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight (a.k.a Dirty Elvis Fantasy) ~ Lana Del Rey ♡

[ You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra, but you the king, too, so I would say, "Back at ya!" ]

- Prom Song (Gone Wrong) ~ LDR ♡

well my boyfriend's in a band..

Yes,sir