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I Need Somebody

Wordcount: 512

Request by: @sissylittlefeather

Prompt: Elvis and Cecelia on the phone talking

Warning: None

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1958

It was a late night in Louisana, and Elvis was bored in his hotel room. He'd been filming his new movie King Creole and feeling homesick until he thought of an idea, which was to call his girlfriend, who he had hoped wasn't on stage performing. Sure, he loved dating a woman who was his equal, but it did get lonely on those nights when he needed her near to sing him to sleep when his insomnia got the best of him. Of course, Cecelia knew all too well how it felt. Everywhere she turned she could see Elvis, from the posters to the commercials to the merchandise the girls wore to her concerts, but it was nothing like having the real thing. "Alright girls goodnight..." Denise said, wishing The Garnets off as they all disbursed, Cecelia rushed to her room waiting to get into bed, 

"Cece..."

"Yes, mother?"

"Front Desk says your room phone has been hanging off the-" Cecelia dashed flopping onto the bed and rolling over to the phone, "Hook..." Denise shook her head, Elvis sighed getting discouraged as he waited for her to answer, he hoped she was okay, or that she was being true to him, or that she simply was just- 

"Hello?"

 "ELVY WELVY BEAR!" Cecelia shouted as he laughed,

"Hey honey, I missed you," He smiled as he could hear her grinning, "Me too..." She responded by kicking her feet up and swinging them, 

"How's filming?"

"How's the show?"

"You go first..."

"No, you..." 

"No, you..."

"Cece..."

"El..." 

"Lonely..." They said in unison, "Can't sleep without you..." Elvis sighed, "And when I try to I-I toss an turn and then I'm up so I read a book and..."

"And then get reminded of you not reading them allowed?" She asked as he laughed, Cecelia knew him so well it was scary, 

"Yeah... I..."  

"HEY ROSA GIVE ME MY DRUMSTICKS !" Elvis paused as he shook his head,

"You what..."

"Nothing," He shook his head, as he kept trying to focus on what he was saying, 

"I wish you were here right now..." 

"Me too- HEY CARLOTTA GIVE ROSA HER DRUMS..." Elvis blinked it sounded as if Cecelia's voice was coming from the wall behind him, "Sorry baby the girls are acting nuts.." He heard the door open as he took the phone as far as he could with him, his head peeping out the door "No worries honey..."

"Excuse me one second," Stepping out her hotel door, she took a deep breath and said, " YOU TWO ARE FIGHTIN' LIKE CHIL-"

"Ladies..."

"Hi, Elvis!" Rosa waved, Cecelia dropped the phone as she ran over to Elvis, Elvis catching her in a tight hug, and a sweet kiss, 

"Wanna help me fall asleep..."

"Gladly..." 

It was a late night in Louisana, and Elvis was bored in his hotel room. He'd been filming his new movie King Creole and feeling homesick, but now he had his girlfriend Cecelia running her fingers through his hair and singing him to sleep as he happily laid on her chest. 

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[sissylittlefeather]

YASSSSSS ELVIS TOAST

But the description is perfectly me 😂

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[sissylittlefeather]

My most recent fic was my 100th piece.

If you average it at 2k words each, that's over 200,000 words.

I couldn't have done it without all of you.

So much of my heart goes into each and every thing that I write. I'm glad there are some people who enjoy them. And I know it's smut, but I (almost always) try to give Elvis a love he deserved. I hope he would see my heart in them and appreciate them.

Anyway, I'm feeling sappy tonight. I love you all and I love our man with my whole heart, always and forever. 🩷🩷🩷

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[sissylittlefeather]

Lemme get the one of her on the phone with this one:

Please and thank you 😁🩷

Since you all like my Elvis and Cecelia fics I'd like to invite you to a fun challenge! Simply pick your favorite Cecelia picture pair it with an Elvis picture and send a scenario in my ask to write a fic!

[sissylittlefeather]

I looooove this. Especially in light of recent conversations that have been floating around. He was beautiful, heart, soul, and body, at any age. To be able to make him feel that way, even for a moment, is a dream come true. 🩷🩷🩷

Make me know it

Happy Birthday Nat! @vintagepresley I thought you should have some fic for your birthday, so here is a BDE one-shot, set in around 1975. It was inspired by the photos with Diana Goodman below and also a quote maybe by Sheila Ryan? I can't remember, talking about loosening Elvis' belt when he got into the back of the car after a gig.

I've just tagged my usual taglist for my ongoing fic, hope that's OK!

18+ only please - this is very smutty.

Pairing: Big Daddy Elvis x reader

Word count: 2.7K ish

TW: Body image issues/insecurity, body worship, mention of illness including impotence, and then smut smut smut.

You wait in the car anxiously. There’s no way of knowing what kind of mood Elvis will be in after the shows nowadays. Sometimes elated, sometimes exhausted, sometimes silent and filled with pain. But however he feels you will be there to make him feel better. Sometimes by talking to him about the show, sometimes by just being a silent reassuring presence. 

You hear the familiar commotion outside the car, then he’s beside you on the backseat, Joe slamming the door shut behind him and running round to the front to get in himself. His eyes are closed behind his shades, his hair is plastered to his face with sweat and he’s gasping for air. You quickly reach over and loosen his belt, which you watched several people force closed just before the show. His breathing becomes less laboured, he reaches for your hand and wraps it up in his. You look at his fingers, still long and slight but lumpier now, repeated impacts from his karate practice calcifying the bones. All four are adorned with big flashy rings, gold and diamonds sparkling in the low light in the car. There are bandaids under each of them, to stop the fans from pulling them off. And there’s a big scratch on the back of his hand where they’ve clawed at him instead. 

You shuffle closer to him as the car speeds off down the interstate, taking the opportunity to unzip his tight jumpsuit further, down over his belly. He complains quietly, but you can tell he’s more comfortable now, even if he doesn’t like you seeing his stomach like this, stretched and larger than when you met. You run your hand down his chest, fingers digging into the coarse damp hair there, and then let them continue their way down until your hand is resting softly on his round belly. You love touching it, but he doesn’t often let you. 

“Uh honey,” he mumbles, still not opening his eyes. “I don’t want ya doing that.”

You ignore him, shuffling even closer and resting your head on his chest now too, breathing in his musky smell. He doesn’t try to move you away, anyway. 

“Where are you sore?” You ask him quietly, once you’ve been on the road for a while. 

He moans softly. “Everywhere honey.”

“Where’s worst?”

He grumbles. “Belly,” he says quietly. 

You shift your head downwards, pressing kisses where your hand has been resting, kisses he would usually try to wriggle away from, but not tonight. He’s tired and he’s in so much pain that he doesn’t have the energy to push you away or ask you to stop kissing or touching. And the kisses do make him feel better. He’s always amazed at you, young, pretty and carefree, loving him, a fat lonely old man. 

“Am I helping?” You ask, looking up at him hopefully as you continue your gentle ministrations. 

He opens his eyes to look down at you and nods. It’s worse with his eyes open, he can see your pretty face, your beautiful blonde hair and your finely manicured nails in sharp contrast with his sweaty hairy body, his stomach swelling out in a way he hates. He quickly closes them again. At least he’s enjoying the feeling. 

You tug the zipper of his suit down even lower, chancing a quick glance up to see if he’s noticed, but his eyes are still closed. You know it’s a fairly long drive, so you’re tempted to try something you’ve never done in the back of the car before. Still kissing his belly, you let your hand side around it to rest in between his spread legs, and then you squeeze there. 

His eyes flip open and he adjusts his shades. 

“Darlin’, I…uh…” he wants to say something about the fact that you’re in the car right now, with other people. He wants to say he’s too tired for this, he’s not sure he can get it up and that you surely don’t want to suck him off anyway. But he doesn’t say anything else, for some reason. Just trails off. 

“I wanna make you feel good,” you murmur against his skin, squeezing again. 

Elvis breathes, hard. “I don’t know if you can darlin’,” he responds, quietly. 

“I wanna try.”

He nods. You’re kind of amazed to be allowed, having thought he’d push you away as he usually does, whenever he’s done giving you head and you want to reciprocate. You pull the zipper all the way down and move his underwear out of your way too, the white pants he wears because the jumpsuits are so tight he can’t get away with wearing nothing as he usually would. His cock is soft, he’s never knowingly allowed you near it in this state, he’s usually so embarrassed when he can’t perform like he wants to that he doesn’t even let you see it. You have though, when he’s sleeping and you’ve woken up first, sneaking a secret peek at him under the bedclothes. You know he wouldn’t like it, but you can’t help yourself. He’s always been self-conscious of the fact he’s not cut, you remember the first time you were together and it was almost like he was trying to hide it, stuffing it inside you whilst still wearing his shirt. But recently his self-consciousness there had been overtaken by how badly he feels when you see his belly, so now he's virtually never topless and he always sleeps in pyjamas so you can’t sneak a peek of anything, the sex symbol of the world so overtaken by shame and fear that he hides himself away when he isn’t onstage. 

You press your gentle kisses to his cock now, all along the length of it, kissing the tip and then ducking down to kiss his balls. He makes a tiny approving noise so you carry on, licking now, licking and kissing him, your hands running over his belly as you do it, feeling like you’re worshipping at the altar of him. You feel his finger tips touch yours uncertainly and allow him to gather your hand in his again. He squeezes, gently, and you take this as your cue to start moving your other hand on his cock. It’s a weird sensation, working his cock when it’s so floppy, but soft moans are escaping his mouth so you think you must be doing it right. 

Elvis sighs, feeling your mouth around the head of his cock. It feels good, even if he doesn’t think you’re going to get anywhere. He briefly glances at the rear-view mirror, looking at the driver and then looking away. It wouldn’t be the first time a girl had given him head in the back of the car, but it certainly was the first time in a long time. He always pushes you away because he’s embarrassed, thinking he should be able to please you how he knows you want, but he can’t. The pills have left him almost impotent, and he feels like half a man most of the time. He remembers how he used to fuck you, when you first met. Like a madman, whenever, wherever, railing into you until you screamed his name. But not anymore. He wonders why you are still here. You could do much better. 

You’ve been going for a while now, stroking his cock and sucking on it, playing with his balls, anything you can think of. But he’s still only half-hard, shows no signs of being near to release. You’re tired so you stop, sitting yourself back on the seat next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“It’s okay baby,” he says, quietly. “Sometimes I just can’t. It’s nothin’ to do with you.”

You nuzzle his neck, then kiss the salty sweaty skin there. “I haven’t given up,” you reply. “Just having a rest.”

He giggles softly and takes his shades off, moving so he can look you in the eye. “You’re somethin’ special, you know that?”

You smile back. “You’re somethin’ special too, Mr Presley.”

He strokes your cheek. “I don’t know what you’re still doing here with me.”

You sit up then, frowning. “What do you mean, what I’m still doing with you?” 

“Ah well darlin’, you know I’m not the man I used to be…”

You lean over him, kissing his lips softly before you continue. “You’re the most wanted man in the world, I am so lucky to be with you.”

“I-I was maybe…once. Not any more.”

You shake your head. “Did you see that crowd this evening? They wanted you. Why do you think they were pulling the rings off your fingers and scratching you half to death? And anyway, I want you no matter whether other women do. You’re so beautiful,” you stroke his face as you say it. “All of you. I know you don’t like it but I love the shape of you.” Your hands move from his face to trail down his chest, run over his belly, grasp a thigh. 

For the first time in a long time he grabs your face and kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring every bit of your mouth. Something about the way you are so unapologetic in your love for him turns him on and he just wants to be close to you. You moan into the kiss, remembering times when he’d come off stage and just want to fuck, sometimes grabbing you and pulling you into the restroom, having you up against the wall in one of the stalls. It would start with a kiss like the one he was giving you now, and then his hands would be all over you, his knee between your legs, pulling your panties to one side so you could grind yourself against the rough wool of his suit. You pull back and then bite your lip. 

He looks at you, face flushed, nibbling on that lovely red lower lip of yours and wonders what you’re thinking.

“What is it, darlin’?” He curls a loose strand of hair around your ear. 

“Can you ask the driver to put the partition up?”

Most of the time when Elvis travelled he kept the partition down, so he could talk to the driver, or to Joe, or to whoever else happened to be in the front. But occasionally he wanted to sleep, or what seemed like a very long time ago, wanted to fuck in the backseat. 

“Sure honey,” he replies, and instructs the driver to move the partition. 

As soon as it’s up you wriggle out of your panties and sit yourself down over one of his thighs. His eyes go wide, realising what you want. 

“You mind if your suit has to go to the dry cleaners?” You ask, sweetly, putting your head to one side. 

A grin spreads across his face, the first one since he got into the car. 

“I sure don’t,” he drawls, grasping your hips with both hands and rolling you against him. 

You gasp, rocking your hips forward again, enjoying the delicious friction between your wet pussy and his clothed leg. You slip your arms around his neck, hands finding their way into his hair. You keep grinding against him and moaning, the straps of your dress falling down over your shoulders, exposing your bra. He groans, moving one of his hands from your hip to your breast, palming it as he pushes the material of your dress down further. He can’t remember the last time he felt this turned on, unhooking your bra and tugging and pulling at your clothes until both of your breasts are free. 

“Bounce for me honey,” he murmurs, watching your breasts moving up and down as you do as he requests. He can finally feel himself getting harder. 

He pulls you further up his thigh, one arm wrapped around your waist, and then takes one of your hands from his neck and wraps that around his cock. Now you’re closer he pushes his face between your breasts, kissing the skin there and moaning against you. His hand is making you keep up a furious pace on his cock, but you can feel your own orgasm getting close now and so that’s where you concentrate your efforts. Grinding against him, fingers deeply tangled in his hair, holding his face to your cleavage. He doesn’t need to ask if you’re going to come, the nails digging into his scalp forcing his mouth and nose so firmly against your skin that he can barely breathe tells him that. He should care that you’re hurting him when he’s already in so much pain, should care that you’re stopping him from breathing when he struggles sometimes just going up a flight of stairs. But his cock is hard for the first time in a long time and he doesn’t care about anything else right now. 

You start to feel the warm spread of your orgasm building and building as you wriggle and grind and rub yourself against him, gasps and moans tumbling from your lips, your fingers gripping his head harder than ever until finally you’re there, calling out his name in the back of this car speeding down the interstate to God knows what hotel, in God knows where. You sigh with relief and let his head go, looking down to see him red in the face where you forgot to let him breathe. 

“Oh fuck. Are you okay?”

He nods his head, unable to speak but still not caring. At some point when you were chasing your high you entirely forgot about his, the whole point of starting this in the back of the car in the first place. You look down and his cock is erect and red and dripping with precum. You immediately drop to your knees in the footwell between his legs and take him in your mouth, steadily stroking his cock with one hand. 

“Oh baby,” he moans, unable to form any more words as you take him in completely, his pubic hair tickling your nose. 

You start to pick up speed again, knowing it can’t be long with him in this state. Remembering how he used to look being pleasured like this. It seems so long ago. You other hand reaches for his and he takes hold of it possessively, thinking about all the other times you held his hand in the back of the car, sometimes when that was all he would let you do because he couldn’t bear to talk. Then all the thoughts are wiped from his brain as he starts to feel the ecstasy of release, his orgasm exploding inside him as he comes in your mouth and down your throat. He grunts, eyes rolling back in his head as he thrusts into your mouth a few more times, his hips bucking and then stuttering until eventually they are still. The rush of pleasure is like an old friend coming to visit, someone you thought maybe didn’t like you enough anymore to make the journey but you prayed would again one day. He has missed this. 

You get up from your uncomfortable position in the footwell and stumble back to sitting beside him on the seat. Your arm wraps around him possessively and you kiss his cheek. 

“Nearly there, boss.” The shout comes from the front of the car, making you think having the partition up probably made no difference whatsoever to how much they heard. Not that you really care. A wave of tiredness hits you, and your eyelids start to feel heavy. You feel like you could sleep right here and now.

“C’mon baby,” Elvis murmurs into your ear. “Can’t have the guys seeing you like this.”

He gently attempts to cover your breasts with your dress, then finds your bra on the seat between the two of you and giggles like a schoolboy. You grin too, grabbing it from him and shoving it into your handbag along with your panties, which you’d retrieved from the floor. You pull your coat on as an attempt to properly cover up, as he zips his jumpsuit back up again. You nestle back against him. 

“Did you enjoy yourself?” You whisper, as the car slows.

“Of course honey,” he whispers back. He pauses for a moment to reflect, wiping the sweat from his forehead and sliding his shades back on. 

“I should never have said you might not be able to make me feel good.” He slips your hand back into his. “You always know how to do that.”

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[sissylittlefeather]

for the 500 followers <3 // i love this photo sm

Hi @lustnhim! Thanks for making a request! This one got dirty on me quick. I hope you enjoy it!

Exclusive Interview

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, cussing, oral sex (both), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, swallowing

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"Ladies and gentlemen, the King of Rock n Roll, Mr. Elvis Presley!"

They announce him as he enters the room for his press conference. He humbly rejects the nickname they've given him and makes his way to where he's supposed to be, looking impossibly attractive in his black suit and red scarf.

You're there with the press. This is your first real assignment for the magazine and you can't believe they actually said yes when you begged for it. But none of the guys in the office wanted to take the job, so here you sit with your press badge, waiting for the opportunity to ask your questions.

The press conference starts and he takes questions from everyone. Well, almost everyone. He seems to be intentionally ignoring you, skipping over you time and time again. At first you wonder if it's your magazine he's skipping, but no, you're not from one of the trashy gossip rags and he's answering their questions. It must be you. You look over yourself to see if there's anything about you that seems particularly offensive, but there's not. You're wearing a relatively harmless pencil skirt and button down shirt with reasonable heels. You don't have on pantyhose, yours had a run in them this morning, but there's no way he would notice that from the stage or be offended enough to ignore you.

He calls on the person right next to you again, avoiding your eyes. You're starting to get frustrated. If you can't get any of your questions answered you won't be able to write much. But still, he doesn't take your questions. Finally, as the time is almost up, he calls on you.

"Mr. Presley-"

"Elvis."

"Right, y/f/n y/l/n with-"

"Oh! Sorry. That's it folks, we have to wrap this up. Thank you for coming." The facilitator of the press conference cuts you off and you look at your watch. He's ten minutes over. No wonder they stopped you.

Still, you purse your lips in frustration, tears gathering in your eyes. You've failed your first assignment. You might never get another one. You're packing up your stuff and trying not to cry when you feel a presence. Looking up into his face, you freeze when you realize it's him. He smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Honey, you didn't ask a single question, did you?" You think to yourself that it's not your fault he never called on you.

"No, I didn't."

"Well, I can't send you back to your boss empty-handed." He shakes his head and you raise your eyebrows.

"You can't?"

"Absolutely not. Let's find somewhere to talk." Your mouth pops open. He wants to give you a private interview. This is something you never expected, but you're not going to say no.

"O-okay." You stand up quickly, dropping your pen. He bends over and picks it up for you. When he hands it to you, your fingers touch and you damn near drop it again.

"C'mon." He puts his hand on the small of your back to lead you out of the room. You're ready to go with him wherever he takes you, but the elevator is about the last place you expect. As soon as the door is shut, he pushes the stop button and turns to you. "This is about the only place I can get any privacy. I can't get five minutes alone anywhere else. Now, ask your questions."

"Oh, um, Mr. Presley-"

"Elvis." He takes your hand in his rubbing small circles with his thumb. You watch him for a second and then look back at your notes to try to focus on a question.

"Can you tell me a little bit about..." He opens your hand and presses his lips to the center of your palm. "...about what..."

He kisses your wrist and then gently pulls you in closer to him.

"...what you plan to do next?" You finally get the question out, looking up into his face, which is now very close to yours, and he smiles at you.

"This." He leans in and kisses your neck.

"Mr. Presley..."

"Elvis." He whispers into your neck.

"Elvis... this seems-"

"You want me to stop?" He swirls his tongue in a circle just below your ear.

"God, no." Your mouth finds his and he dips his tongue in to dance against yours. You drop your notebook on the floor and he presses your back up against the wall of the elevator, rolling his hips into yours. He groans and you whimper as you put your arms around him and pull him into you even tighter. You tremble as he kisses you deeply and then works his way down your neck again to your cleavage.

"What's your name, honey?"

"My name?" You ask breathlessly as he presses his lips to your breasts.

"Yes. Your name."

"It's... y/n..." You're struggling to make words with how good it feels to have his mouth on you.

"Y/n..." He keeps kissing you in between words. "Can I... taste you?"

"Oh, god, yes, please." You feel him smile against your skin and then he gets on his knees, running his hands up under your skirt. He pushes it over your hips and moans softly when he sees your white cotton panties. Slipping his fingers under the waistband, he pulls them down and lets you step out of them. You notice that he tucks them into his pocket.

He makes his way back up to your center, sliding his middle finger into you and pressing his lips to you. With his other hand, he lifts your left leg up onto his shoulder and then steadies you by grabbing your ass. He pumps his finger in and out as he begins to move his tongue on your clit. You moan loudly and feel him smile again. He drags his tongue over and around your sensitive button, feeling it tighten as the blood rushes to your core. He sucks you lightly and then backs up, flicking you gently with the tip of his tongue.

"Mmmm, yes." You run your hand in his hair.

"You taste so good, baby. Cum for me." He dives in fully, licking you harder than he has so far. It has the intended effect, pushing you over the edge into the crashing waves of an intense orgasm. It starts in your center and pulsates out to your fingers and toes before you finally relax and come back down to earth. He stands up, wiping his face with his hand, and then unzips his pants. You watch as he pulls out his dick and strokes it a few times.

"You want this cock, baby?" You reach out and palm him, pumping him gently and kissing him again.

"I want anything you'll give me." He lets out a low growl and then turns you to face away from him. Holding your hip with one hand, he teases your entrance with his tip before pushing into you slowly. A soft moan escapes your lips as he fills you up, giving you time to stretch around him.

"God, you're so tight baby. It's so good." He picks up a steady rhythm of sliding in and out of you, slamming his hips into your ass and holding you steady with both hands. The relentless pounding is about to push you over the edge again as he drives into you. He fucks you with such intense passion that you could swear he was in love with you. Then, he reaches around and circles your clit with his finger and you cum hard on his dick.

"Oh, god, Elvis." You reach up over your shoulder where he's set his chin and grab his hair. He kisses your cheek and whispers.

"You like that, baby? You like it when I give it to you hard like that?"

"Yes, yes, mmmmmm!"

"That's my good girl. You take my cock so well." He grunts deep in his throat and you can tell he's getting close too as he fucks into you relentlessly. When he tenses and pulls out, you turn quickly and fall to your knees, taking him in your mouth and sucking hard.

"Oh, fucking shit!" He slams his hand on the elevator wall to steady himself as you swallow every drop of the cum he shoots into your throat. His legs shake and he drops his head back while you finish him off. You feel him relax and pull back. He looks down at you on the floor and tips your chin up with his finger to meet his eyes.

"You're incredible." You stand up and he kisses you again. Then, he looks at his watch. "Damnit, I have to go."

He helps you rearrange your skirt, but does not give your panties back, and puts himself away. You push the button to make the elevator go again while he gathers your notebook and other things from the floor. He runs his hand through his hair as the doors open back to the hallway outside the conference room. You walk off together, both of you thankful that the crowd has dispersed.

"Hey, listen. I'd like to give you that exclusive interview again sometime. How do I reach you?" You write your name and number on your notepad, tear off the page, and hand it to him. He folds it and tucks it carefully into the same pocket as your panties. "Thank you."

He looks back and forth down the hallway to make sure it's deserted. Then, he pulls you into a final kiss.

"I'll be in touch." The conference room door opens and he jumps back. It's one of his guys.

"There you are, boss. We thought we'd lost you." The man looks between the two of you and suppresses a grin. Elvis winks at you one last time and then walks back through the door with the man who found him.

"No, I was just doing an interview..."

******

The End

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[sissylittlefeather]

Hey @mysteriouslymagicalwolf! I definitely got carried away with this one and wrote a whole ass fic. I hope you enjoy it!

Birthday Girl

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation (m), ejaculation

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You're late.

You hate being late, but since you've become a mom, it seems like it gets harder and harder to get anywhere on time. And now with the divorce, it's even worse than before. Not only do you have to get Jeffrey ready to go, you have to try to convince him to stay with his dad.

Tonight was particularly difficult for some reason and it couldn't have been a worse night for Jeffrey to have a complete meltdown. It's your birthday, your 30th birthday, and you saved up for months for these tickets to Elvis's show in Houston. You don't really have any friends left, since most of them were wives of your husband's army buddies, so you decided to go alone.

It would've been fine. But you're late. And it's dark and he's half way through Bridge Over Troubled Water already and you cannot find your seat. The ushers have disappeared, so it's on you to find it but you just can't. The reality of everything in your life comes crashing down on you all at once and you just fall to your knees in the aisle and cry. You cry because you're alone, your husband doesn't love you anymore, your kid is melting down at every little thing, you've been looking forward to this concert for months and now you've missed half of it, you can't find your seat, and it's your goddamn birthday.

You're sitting in the aisle sobbing when the house lights come up. You look up suddenly, eyes red with tears, and somehow he sees you from the stage. The last thing you needed was to be noticed, much less by him, so you bury your face in your hands in shame and your shoulders quake with sobs.

"Honey, c'mere." Surely he isn't talking to you. "In the aisle, come up here. Y'all go get her."

He gestures for the security guards to go get you and bring you to him. When you realize what's going on, you're paralyzed and they have to half-carry you up to the stage.

"Bring her up." The security guards lift you so that he can reach you to talk to you from the stage. When he realizes how upset you are, he puts the mic on the ground and kneels down to be as close to your level as he can be.

"Honey, what's goin' on? Are you alright?" He speaks to you as softly as possible with the crowd noise. His voice is gentle and smooth. Elvis is used to fans falling apart when they see him, but he senses that this is different. You look up at him in shock.

"I-I'm fine."

"You don't look fine, sweetheart. What's got you so upset?" You take a deep breath and try to decide how much you should tell him. But then it all comes pouring out of you.

"It's my birthday. And I was late because my kid had a meltdown because he didn't want to stay with my ex and now I can't find my seat and I'm sorry I was just so excited to finally see you and I spent so much money and now I missed half the concert and I'm alone and it's my birthday and I'm so sorry to bother you."

He listens attentively and then reaches out to put his hand on your cheek, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb.

"You're not botherin' me, honey. Don't you worry about that. Here." He grabs the mic and turns to the wings of the stage. "Joe, get this girl a chair and put it on the front row."

"You really don't have to-" He puts the mic down to talk to you again while Joe fetches a chair and adds it to the front row for you.

"Yes, I do. You can sit in that seat. And also..." He reaches into his boot and pulls out a key, pressing it into your palm. "This is my hotel room key. I'm at the Hilton, room 1614. You come to me tonight and we'll celebrate. You deserve a real birthday."

"I can't take up your time like that-"

"You're not taking anything, honey, I'm offering it." He pulls the scarf from his neck, throws it around you and uses it to pull you into a kiss, pressing his lips against yours gently. "I have to get back to the show. I'll see you later."

He nods to the security guards, who lower you back to the ground and guide you to the chair Joe added for you. Elvis picks up the mic and goes right back into his concert. He makes eye contact with you throughout the rest of the show, like he's doing this just for you, even winking a couple of times. You blush every time, but your resolve gets stronger to go to his hotel and see him after the show. If nothing else, you have to thank him for taking the time to be kind to you.

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After the show, you sit in your car in the parking lot of the Hilton trying to decide if this is crazy or amazing. Eventually, you come to the conclusion that it's a little of both, but you'd be stupid not to at least see what happens. Besides, it's your birthday. What do you really have to lose?

When you find yourself at the door, you're not sure what to do. You have a key, but just walking in seems rude. You settle for knocking and wait to see if he's there. After a few seconds, he opens the door still in his jumpsuit, but without the belt.

"Oh! It's you!" He closes the door quickly, leaving you outside. You stand there shocked, not sure if you should leave or stay. When you're just about to turn around and leave, he opens the door again. In his hand, he's holding a small plate with a cupcake on it, a single candle burning on top. He ushers you into the room and begins to sing Happy Birthday. You absolutely melt at his excitement. He gets to the part where he's supposed to say your name and stops, looking at you expectantly.

"Oh! Y/n."

"Happy birthday dear y/n. Happy birthday to you!" He finishes the song with a flourish and then holds the cupcake up for you to make a wish. You close your eyes and smile and then blow the candle out. He cheers and laughs and then sets the cupcake on the table.

"Happy birthday, baby." He puts his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek.

"Thank you. That was great." You turn and look up into his face and there's some kind of electricity building between you. You look down at the cupcake to break the tension, picking it up and pulling the candle out. He watches you with an amused look on his face as you take a bite. The icing gets all over your lips, so you run your tongue over the top and giggle. Something inside him flip flops when you do. For some reason, he finds you unbearably endearing. You miss a spot of icing on the side of your mouth, though.

"Oh, honey, you got..." He uses his thumb to wipe the side of your mouth and then licks the icing off. "That's pretty good."

You dip your finger in the icing and put it in your mouth. The icing is sweet and decadent and it's your favorite part of a cupcake anyway.

"Lemme get some more of that." You dip your finger in the icing again and offer it to him. He holds your hand and puts your finger in his mouth, sucking gently and sending a shiver down your spine. You feel your center get a little wetter with the sensation of his mouth around your finger. He backs off of you, but keeps holding your hand, opening your palm and pressing his lips there. Turning you towards him, he slips a hand around your back and pulls you in close to him. He speaks softly.

"I'd like to give you something else for your birthday, if you want it." He leans forward and kisses you deeply, parting your lips with his and sliding his tongue into your mouth. You sink into the kiss, letting your arms find their way around his neck. He pulls back a little, hovering with his lips just above yours, and whispers.

"I will go as far as you want me to. You can tell me to stop at any time. Otherwise, I'll just keep on going."

"Elvis?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't stop." You don't have to tell him twice. He dives back into kissing you passionately, his tongue dancing against yours. His hands roam over your body, touching your hips and your sides and your ass and your breasts. He reaches back behind your thighs and lifts you so that your legs are around his waist, carrying you over to the bed. He crawls onto the bed and lays you down, kissing your neck down to your cleavage. Moving down your body, he slides his hands up your thighs under your mini dress.

"Can I take this off?" You nod fervently.

"Yes, please." He slides his hands up your body and pulls your dress off, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. He kisses back down to the place where your bra meets the skin of your breast. Pulling it down a little, he exposes your nipple, dragging his tongue around it. His hand goes around behind your back to undo your bra and he removes that quickly too. He continues to explore and worship your body with his mouth and hands.

"You're so beautiful, honey." He kisses down your stomach to the top of your panties and whispers into your skin. "I wanna taste you."

You whimper and lift your hips as he hooks his fingers under the sides of your panties and drags them down your legs and off. Then, he unzips his jumpsuit all the way down, pulling out his rock hard cock. He lays with his head on the pillows and grabs your hips.

"C'mere, honey." You scoot over to him and he situates your hips over his face so that he has easy access to you. He uses one hand to guide your pussy down to his mouth and the other to stroke himself. Then, he pushes his tongue into you a few times before licking up to your clit and settling there. He drags his tongue over and around you eagerly, like your pussy is his last meal. He lets his tongue flick your clit softly for a bit before you groan and grind into his face. Then, he puts his whole tongue on you again, licking you hard. You feel the rush of your orgasm gathering in your hips as he stops stroking himself and uses two fingers to slide inside you and pump in and out quickly. He tickles your g-spot and continues to move his mouth on you.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis!" You moan loudly and slam your hand on the hotel room wall as you cum hard in his mouth. The vibrating ecstasy reverberates through you like bolts of electricity. But he doesn't stop. No, he just keeps on licking you and finger fucking you until you cum again a second time. When you try to pull off of him, he holds your thighs.

"No, honey, you got one more in ya. I'm gonna get you there." You whimper, sweat running down your chest. His hair is wet with sweat too, since he's still in his jumpsuit. You look down at him with his face buried in your pussy and he's beautiful with his eyes closed. He moves his hand back to his cock, where he pumps himself as he licks you. Your third orgasm slams into you, exploding in your veins like firecrackers and making your legs shake, knocking out the hearing in your left ear. You feel him shudder underneath you and realize that he's cumming too, shooting his release out onto his hand. Finally, his body relaxes with yours.

He can tell you're exhausted, so he releases your thighs, letting you fall sideways off of him to lay on the bed.

"Happy birthday, honey." His words slur a little from the use of his tongue. You look down at him where he's made a mess on his hand and the crotch of his jumpsuit.

"You didn't have to do that. I could've-"

"No, honey, tonight was about you. I didn't want you worryin' about me." You turn to look at him and he kisses your forehead. "Was that a good birthday?"

"I think that was the best birthday I've ever had."

"You wanna stay? I can give you more in the morning." You smile and nod.

"Under one condition, though."

"What is that?"

"Let me take care of you tomorrow." He smiles.

"I think I can make that happen."

"Good." You roll out of bed and get him a towel from the bathroom to clean himself up. He stands up to strip off the suit and you hear him groan.

"What?"

"I was supposed to wear this tomorrow night. And I made a mess of it." You laugh and lay down on the bed. He finishes taking the suit off and climbs into bed with you, pulling you in close to him and pressing his naked body against yours. "Worth it for my birthday girl."

He kisses your cheek and holds you as you both drift off to sleep.

Looks like wishes made on birthday candles do come true.

******

The End

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[sissylittlefeather]

Thought I'd add a couple...

Hope you don't mind... 😘

save a horse ride a cowboy 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

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[sissylittlefeather]

Hii!! I don't know if people are sending you photo prompts or you're finding them yourself but I've got one here🫠

🤭🤭🤭

Hi @jhoneybees! Yes, you did it right! Also, I really hope you wanted smut for this one because it got dirty QUICK. This picture is just so hot. I couldn't help it! Anyway, I hope you love it!

Welcome Home, Baby

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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You're unpacking some of your clothes in the bedroom at Graceland when Elvis brings in the last of your boxes and plops them on the bed.

"Honey, these say 'bathroom', right?"

"You can't read it?" You walk over to him where he's standing next to the boxes.

"It's not my fault I can't read your toddler scrawl."

"Hey! I was in a hurry. Like your handwriting is perfect!" You nudge him with your elbow and he throws his arm around your shoulders.

"Yeah, but you're a girl." He turns and kisses your temple. "My girl. In my house now."

"I still can't believe my mother let me move in here with you. If you were anyone else, she'd die before letting me live with you before marriage. You're lucky she loves you so much." You turn to face him and wrap your arms around his waist. He's sticky with sweat from moving all day, his sweatshirt marked with wet splotches, hair uncharacteristically messy.

"What can I say? I'm a lovable guy."

"That you are." You turn your face up and he lowers his lips to yours, pressing them against you softly.

"I just couldn't live without you here another second. Now we can finally be together in our own space. Just you and me." He leans in again and kisses you a little more deeply, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You can tell he's eager to christen the place as yours. It's not the first time you've been here, by far, but it's different now that you've moved in. There's a hint of future plans that has you both giddy with excitement. He kisses down your neck to your collarbone and rolls his hips into yours. You moan softly and run your hands down the front of his chest to the top of his pants.

"Mmm, baby, I need a shower first."

"You know I don't care. I like you salty." You whisper, nibbling on his earlobe. He chuckles and leans away, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and off. Now he's half naked and you want to wait for him to shower even less than you did before. The soft patch of hair on his chest drives you insane and you reach out to touch him. He grabs your hand with a devilish look on his face.

"Come with me."

"Where?"

"To the shower." A smile spreads across your face and his eyes light up. "C'mon."

His fingers go to the buttons on your dress and he has you naked in less than two minutes, dropping his pants and pulling you toward the bathroom. He starts the shower and lets his mouth and hands explore your body while he waits for it to warm up. His dick was mostly hard already, but now it's standing at full attention, pressing into your lower stomach. You climb into the shower together with you behind him as he rinses himself. You press your body into his back and reach around to take his cock in one hand. As you begin to stroke him, sliding his foreskin back and forth, he leans his head back and groans. Your other hand massages his balls and his hips buck forward into your hold. After a few seconds, he turns in your arms and takes your face in his hands, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. He runs his fingers down your front, grasping your hip with one hand and your breast with the other. As his thumb grazes your nipple, a shiver runs down your spine. He leans down and pulls it into his mouth, flicking his tongue against you gently. Pushing you back to the wall, he gets down on his knees and presses his lips to your center. He thrusts his tongue into you a few times and then starts making bold circles on your clit.

"Oh, god, Elvis." You moan, wrapping your fingers in his hair. He slides a finger into you and pumps it in and out as he moves his tongue quickly on you. Your walls flutter around him and he knows you're getting close. He sucks your clit gently and then flicks it with the tip of his tongue. You dance on the edge of your release, your heart pounding as he dives in fully, licking your clit like his life depends on it.

"Come on, baby, cum for me." He says, his voice deep and husky with lust. You moan loudly as your climax slams into you, bursting out from your center to the edges of your fingertips. You shudder and pulse around his finger and feel him smile into you as his tongue makes its final sweeps over your clit.

He stands up, a smug look on his face. There's nothing he loves more than ruining you with his mouth and then watching as you try to compose yourself after. But this time, you don't even try. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him and take his cock in your mouth as deep as it'll go.

"Oh, fuck, baby." He stumbles backwards and slams his hand against the wall to regain his balance. This is the first time you've reciprocated with your mouth. Honestly, you have no idea what you're doing, but you figure you'll just lick and suck and move on him as long as you can, mimicking what you do with your hand. "Goddamnit..."

His teeth are clenched and his eyes roll back as you open your throat and press your nose into the patch of hair at the base of him. You gag a little, but his reaction is worth the discomfort. Pulling back, you pump him with your hand and lick a circle around his exposed tip.

"Baby, if you don't stop, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. My God." He still has himself braced on the wall, trembling slightly. You're trying to decide if you're okay with that when he pulls away from you quickly, standing you up and turning you to face the wall. He bends his knees and pushes into you from behind, pounding you relentlessly and holding your hips with his long fingers. You cry out with each thrust of his hips as he fills you over and over again passionately. He grunts and slams into you, balls slapping against your ass. You love when he gets like this, almost feral with need for you. Knowing that you've driven him this wild makes you throb with desire and his aggressive thrusting is exactly what you need. Your breasts bounce as he pounds into you and you feel his body tense as he groans.

"Fuck, yes, baby!" He cries out as he fills you one last time, shooting his release deep inside you. His legs shake as he slides out of you, stumbling backwards again to lean against the shower wall. You turn to face him and lean against the wall behind you too. You're both panting and sweating and the water is still running in between you. He starts to chuckle and you giggle a little and before you know it, you're both laughing, the sound echoing through the bathroom. He turns the faucet to make it run from the tap and begins to fill the bathtub. You both slide down the wall until you're sitting in the tub. He reaches out and gestures for you to come over to him. You do and then lean your back against his chest as the water rises around you. He turns the tap off and nuzzles your ear with his nose, whispering.

"I figured we needed to relax and recover."

"Ha! You were right!" He laughs his big booming laugh again and wraps you in his arms. You lay together in the tub, both of you still shaking from the feverish heat of your lovemaking. After a few minutes of silence, you start to relax. He kisses your cheek and sighs.

"Welcome home, baby."

******

The End

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[sissylittlefeather]

Hi Sissy! If it’s not too late, could you do a Fic of Elvis based on the song “Help Me Make It Through the Night?” Like Elvis and you know you’re not good for each other, but you can’t stay away. Can develop into smut but if you’d prefer not, that’s okay too! If it’s too late, I completely understand! Thank you! 😊

@peaceloveelvis Hi! Definitely not too late! First of all, this is one of my most favorite songs. I actually have a series planned to go with this song later, so stay tuned. But also, I haven't written anything without smut in a LONG TIME. This one came out this way and I might revisit it to expand on the smut later if there's interest, but I kind of like it without it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ficlet!

Help Me Make It Through the Night

Warnings: none really, cussing, mentions of sex

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Elvis has been a part of your life since you met him during his Timex special with Frank Sinatra. The only thing you did more than make love relentlessly was fight endlessly. The nights were hot, but the mornings never failed to conclude with both of you yelling and at least one of you crying. There was no end to the way you loved each other or the way you managed to drive each other insane. There was always something to fight about and you left each other every time swearing you'd never be together again. But somehow, you'd end up in the same place and before you knew it you were naked in an elevator or in his backseat or in a bathroom or a hotel bed in some sketchy by-the-hour kind of place. Even after he got married, you didn't stop. Your pattern of fucking and fighting stayed the same.

In 1969, though, you had a particularly spirited tryst that ended with both of you saying things you regretted almost instantly. But you were both too stubborn to admit it, so instead you threw a shoe at him and screamed at him to get out and he called you a name and swore he'd never end up in your bed again. This time, the pain you caused cut so deep that you both insisted you'd never give in again. It was over, for real this time. The hurt was too much to make the good times worth it.

So, you did what any self-respecting woman would do. You married someone else.

When he heard about it, he broke an end table and all the things sitting on it in a fit of rage and jealousy and something else he was afraid to admit.

On your wedding night, you cried yourself to sleep with your new husband snoring quietly next to you in the bed.

Then, in 1971, you find yourself walking down the street and come upon a loud and frantic crowd. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you look to see what all the commotion is about. The crowd parts like ill-meaning clouds and he looks up at just the wrong moment.

His blue eyes pierce you straight through to your soul, even from across the street. Something inside you jumps and your hand goes to your throat. Memories of every time you've ever been together slam into you like a freight train and you're somewhere between ecstasy and wanting to die. By the look on his face, you can tell he's experiencing something similar. Everything inside you is screaming at you to go to him, but you feel the cold little ring on your finger and know that you can't. You turn and walk away as quickly as you can. He fights to get away from the crowd around him, but by the time he does, you're gone.

******

You're pacing the floor of your living room when the phone rings. Even several hours later, you haven't recovered from your encounter. You pick the phone up aggressively, annoyed to be distracted by the call.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Presley would like you to meet him tonight at the Presidential Motel at 11pm." Your blood runs cold.

"Why?" The line clicks with no answer. He's left the ball in your court and you hate it. You won't meet him. You just won't. He's impossible.

But at 10:45pm you're in your car. You've spent the last several hours trying to remind yourself of all the reasons you hate him. You finally decide you're going to see him just to tell him that you don't care what he says; you were serious last time. This is not a thing anymore and it never will be again.

At 11:06pm, you sit in the parking lot of the motel, a battle raging inside you.

"This is stupid." You mutter, finally getting out of the car. At the desk, you ask which room Mr. John Burrows is staying in. The clerk tells you and you stomp towards his room getting more and more angry as you walk. The nerve of him to think he can just summon you like this.

You pound on the door with every ounce of rage your body can contain flowing through you. The door opens slowly and your heart skips. Why does he have to look so good?

"You came."

"What the fuck could you possibly want to say to me?! The last time you saw me you called me a whore and said you'd rather swallow a knife than see me again. So, whatever you have to-"

"I miss you."

"You... what?" He speaks again slowly and deliberately.

"I miss you." It feels like your stomach has fallen to your kneecaps. "I'm lonely, honey."

"Call your wife."

"Will ya just... no. I want you."

"Have you forgotten-"

"No, I haven't. And I'm sorry." He's never apologized to you before. You stand in stunned silence just outside the door.

"You're-"

"Sorry. Yes. Now, will you come in please?" You stand there completely lost. Finally, he grabs your arm and drags you into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"What the hell, Elvis?!" He pulls you close to him and presses his lips to yours. For a second, you melt into him. Then, you remember why you were mad and pull away angrily.

"No, I'm not-" He pulls you in again, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you more deeply this time. You fight to get away, but he holds you tightly. Eventually you're able to escape his grasp and you push him backwards. He goes to grab you again and you slap him across the face. Your hands go to your mouth in shock and he looks at you stunned.

"Oh god, I'm-"

"I guess I deserved that." He walks to the bed and sits down. "You actually hate me, don't you?"

You stand there for a few seconds before sitting down beside him on the bed.

"No. I don't. But we said this was done."

"I know. I'm just... I'm alone, honey. And I miss you so much it hurts worse than being with you." You look at him, but he won't meet your eyes. It comes to you that he must be pretty desperate to put himself in this position.

"You're alone?"

"You know how it gets for me. There's people everywhere, but I just... I miss you."

"Why me?" He rolls his eyes and looks at you finally.

"You gonna make me say it?"

"Yes. If you want me to stay here, then-"

"I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. You're the only one I want when I feel like this and it's been so long-" You reach out and put your hand on his knee and he looks down at it, setting his on top of yours, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.

You're used to these vulnerable moments from him. They're what has brought you together over and over throughout the years. So when he breaks down and sobs, you pull him into your arms and hold him without thinking. Somehow you end up lying in the bed with him cuddled tightly against you, head on your chest. You stroke his hair and hum quietly. This is a familiar position for the two of you and you've missed it more than you care to admit.

Eventually, his breathing evens out and you realize he's fallen asleep. You kick your shoes off and snuggle in to spend the night. As angry as you were, you can't deny him what he needs because the truth is you love him too and you always have. You kiss his forehead and hold him tightly. You've missed this too.

******

In the morning, you make love and it's sweet and sensual and exactly what you've both been needing. And this time you don't fight. Somewhere in the year you were apart, you grew. The love that you have is more important than anything that might separate you.

And as you lay naked together, the world opens up for you. He talks about leaving his wife and you decide your husband will be better off without you.

Will it happen? Will you finally find a way to be together in a way that works for you both? You don't know.

But you made it through this night together. Something tells you that you can make it through anything now.

******

The end?

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[sissylittlefeather]

Sissy- I’m so excited you reached your 500 follower mark. You’re very talented and I love sharing this little Elvisey corner with you. ✨

This photo of him is gorgeous and dreamy and sort of gives me Sissy poetry vibes. I’ll trust you to create whatever feels good to you. A little smutty, a little fluffy, whatever tickles your fancy dear 🖤

Thank you for being who you are 😘

@lookingforrainbows Awww you're the best! Thank you! Love you sweet friend!

I might've gotten a little carried away with this one, but you said poetry, so here you go...

Just the Two of Us

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, fingering, o in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public(ish) sex, and some really indulgent purple prose

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"We're married."

"I know." You look at your new husband and you're in absolute awe. How did you get so lucky? As you walk hand in hand on the beach, you can't believe this is actually your life. You're married. And not just to any man. You managed to land the most famous man on the planet, but more than that, you love him more than you ever thought possible.

He stops and turns you toward him, wrapping his arms around your waist. The wind blows through both of your hair as the sun begins to set over the water. He leans in and plants a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"I love you so much, baby." He coos into your ear. You can't help but smile at his obsession with telling you how much he loves you as often as possible. This is probably the tenth time he's said it since you've been walking up and down the beach. "Let's lay down."

You spread out the towels you've been carrying this whole time, take off your gauzy white cover-up, and settle on the sand, lying on your stomach. He lays next to you, propped up on one elbow to look at you.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He says with a sly smile.

"I'm starting to believe it. It's hard not to when you say it so often."

"I just want you to see yourself the way I see you, baby." He runs his fingertips down your cheek and leans in and kisses you again. Then, he looks out over the waves and surveys the beach around you. It's deserted, but of course it is since this is a private beach reserved just for your condo.

You're soaking in the last of the evening rays when you feel him fiddling with the strings on the side of your bikini bottoms. Your eyes pop open as he pulls on one and it comes untied.

"Elvis. What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just... playing..." He reaches across to your other side and pulls on that one too until it falls open.

"Elvis..." He slides his hand under the back of your swimsuit and takes a handful of your ass, squeezing it gently. The sound of the waves crashing fades into the distance as his hand drifts a little lower, his finger tracing the edges of your entrance. He moves his fingertip to your clit and begins to make slow circles. Without meaning to, you lift your hips and spread your legs a little. He knows this signal and pulls his hand back to press his middle finger into you.

"Mmm... Elvis we're on the beach."

"So? There's no one around for miles. It's just you and me, baby." He pumps his finger in and out of you and you moan softly.

"But still." He pulls his finger back.

"You want me to stop?"

"No!" He smiles and presses his finger into you again, using his pointer finger to rub on your sensitive button. He leans forward and presses his lips to your shoulder as he continues to play with you.

"I just want to please my wife on our honeymoon. Is that bad?" He adds a second finger to press inside you and continues to drag his other fingertip across your clit quickly.

"No... it's so good..." You can't help but moan as he works you with his hand. You feel your release building as he moves on you. His ability to bring you to a climax with just three fingers will never cease to amaze you. The pressure continues to build in your center and he stops pumping his fingers to focus on your clit. He moves his fingertip over and around you and the blood rushes to your core. "Fuck, Elvis!"

You try not to scream as your orgasm slams into you, spreading you open right there on the beach and burning you up like starlight. Everything is warm and pulsing and all you see is his smile. He knows how he's made you feel and it's all he wants. But there's one more thing he needs.

"Can I make love to you on this beach, baby? I need you... right now..."

Everything inside you is warm, sensuous honey, so the thought of saying no doesn't even cross your mind.

"Yes, please." He kicks his pants off, pulls off his shirt, and rolls over on top of your back, discarding your open bikini bottom. You spread your legs just enough for him to find your entrance with the tip of his rock hard cock. He pushes into you slowly from behind, filling you inch by gasp-inspiring inch. When he's got you fully stretched around him, he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts into you deeply again. He begins a steady rhythm of rolling his hips into you, pumping into you as you try not to make too much noise. You're up on your elbows with your ass raised to give him the best angle. He kisses your shoulder and then slips a hand up under the top of your bikini to play with your nipple. After a few more minutes of thrusting, he unties your top and takes that off of you as well. Now it's just you and him, naked together under the open sky, the sun setting over the water creating a kaleidoscope of cotton candy clouds reflected on the waves.

The places where your skin kisses his are lightning hot with passion and sweat. And his lips. He presses his lips to any place he can reach on your back as he continues to fill you with himself over and over again.

When he pulls out and rolls onto his back, you know exactly what to do. You've made love to him enough to know what he wants. You crawl on top of him, settling a knee on either side of his hips and sink down onto him. The change in angle makes you moan together in unison. Somewhere a dog barks, but you don't care as the wind brushes your nipples causing them to harden even more. He notices and reaches out with both hands to caress your breasts. The waves crest and break on the beach behind you as you move up and down on him, taking him as deeply as you can. The sun is just a sliver over the water, but the moon is full, replacing the purple and orange sunset with silvery beams and glittering stars. He looks at you like you've swallowed the moon, it's light emanating from every edge of you.

"You are the answer to every prayer I've ever spoken into the darkness." He whispers into the night. His hand finds your cheek and he drags his thumb across your lips. No one else on earth knows the poetry of your bond. But he breathes life into it every time he touches you. "I am whole because you exist."

You lean forward and lay on his chest as he thrusts slowly into you from underneath. He pulls you into a deep kiss, your tongues creating a medley of dance steps all their own. When the kiss ends, you whisper back to him.

"You are my sun. The center of my orbit. I am me because you are you." He kisses your cheek and smiles.

"The only thing that ever made sense to me was music. And now you're the only notes I hear." His voice is just for you in the inky black night. Your heartbeats match the rhythm of his thrusting and the waves pounding the beach.

"All I want is to be yours forever." You half-moan into his ear.

"You are mine, baby. And I'm yours. Until we ourselves are moonlight." He groans and closes his eyes.

Before you were married, your union would've ended now to prevent any too-soon consequences. But tonight, here on the beach as husband and wife, there's a longing from both of you to continue. Any uncertainty about the future is now replaced by hope. So he doesn't stop. Your movements create a tapestry of oneness and as he approaches his release, your pace is steady. It's an unspoken agreement, a covenant that doesn't need acknowledging.

"Oh, God, baby..." He moans, eyes closed and lips parted slightly. You look at him with endless admiration. He's almost angelic in this moment and you revel in his beauty as he tenses and then shudders into you. The warmth inside you is not just metaphorical and he fills you with everything he has. This is what it means to be joined forever.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." He whispers, his voice husky with post-climax emotion as he kisses your lips between each phrase. When he's finished and beginning to soften, you readjust to lay next to him. He rolls over to face you, tracing his fingertips along the outline of your body as gently as butterfly wings. There is no more separation between you. You don't end and he doesn't begin. You simply are, like pieces of tracing paper layered together to create a single image.

"My husband." You whisper, your fingertips gracing the side of his face with a kind of holy adoration.

"My wife." He replies, his eyes like oceans deep enough to contain you both.

You lay there under the summer moon, two naked souls bound together by a love beyond comprehension. Tomorrow will bring you back to a reality filled with concert dates and meetings. But tonight? Tonight is just for the two of you.

******

The End

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[sissylittlefeather]

I can still take 2 more!

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Its official! 500 followers!

I am so thankful for each and every one of you. The thought that my little page might be bringing some joy to this many people really warms my heart. I love you guys!

Time for a celebration! Send me a photo of Elvis to my inbox (anon or not) and I'll write 1000ish words for you. Let me know if you want smut or fluff and you can give me more detail about what you want if you'd like. I'm taking the first 10 of these, so don't wait! I'm excited to see what y'all come up with! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

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[sissylittlefeather]

500 Follower Celebration Request Masterlist

You know me, Masterlists all around.

1. Worth It

2. Daddy Likes His Coat

3. Just the Two of Us

4. Help Me Make It Through the Night

5. Welcome Home, Baby

6. Birthday Girl

7. Exclusive Interview

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[sissylittlefeather]

I can take 3 more!

If you sent one, I've got it and am working on them in the order in which I received them! My goal is to write one a day, but this weekend is super busy, so we will see. I promise to do all 10 though! I love the ones I've received so far!

Who will the last 3 be???

Love you all!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Its official! 500 followers!

I am so thankful for each and every one of you. The thought that my little page might be bringing some joy to this many people really warms my heart. I love you guys!

Time for a celebration! Send me a photo of Elvis to my inbox (anon or not) and I'll write 1000ish words for you. Let me know if you want smut or fluff and you can give me more detail about what you want if you'd like. I'm taking the first 10 of these, so don't wait! I'm excited to see what y'all come up with! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Have some Elvis pics as a thank you!

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[sissylittlefeather]

@atleastpleasetelephone Hey friend!! Thank you so much!!! You sure can have some smut 😏. I hope you enjoy this filthy little ficlet.

Daddy Likes His Coat

Warnings: 18+ MINORS NO. DNI. Kissing, cussing, masturbation (f & m), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, public sex

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You've been with Elvis for almost a year now, and he knows how you can get sometimes, especially after a good show. So when you're getting on the plane and you grab his hand and pull him to you, he's not surprised to hear what you whisper in his ear.

"I need you..." He smiles, but shakes his head genially.

"No, baby, there's too many people on the plane tonight." You pout as you make your way to your seats. He goes all the way to the back by the bathroom.

"See! The bathroom is right there!" You're seated across from him facing him and the back of the plane. The charter plane is small, but big enough for there to be no one directly next to the two of you. Everyone else is in front of you. You stick your bottom lip out and beg. "Pleaseeee."

"Baby. No. Maybe when we land." He leans across to pat your knee and pulls out a book and starts to read. You look out the window for a bit and then get an idea. He doesn't even notice you wiggling in your seat.

All of a sudden something lands on his book right in the middle of where he was reading. He looks at it puzzled and then goes to pick it up. That's when he realizes it's your white lace panties in his hand. He looks up at you quickly and shuts his book, your panties still clutched in his fist. He has a devilish glint in his eyes.

"Honey, what-"

You spread your legs slowly, giving him a full view of your pussy under your short skirt. His eyes widen.

"What are you...?"

He trails off as you lick your fingers and move them down to your core. His mouth drops open a little as you begin to rub circles on yourself, biting your bottom lip to keep from moaning. You roll your hips forward into your hand.

"Mmm." He groans quietly and reaches forward to touch you. You use your knee to push his hand to the side.

"Uh-uh. You said there's too many people on the plane."

"Baby, please."

"Touch yourself, since that's what you made me do." He sighs deeply.

"You're a pain in the ass, sweetheart. You know that?"

"You love me." You close your eyes and moan softly as you slide a finger into yourself, pumping it in and out.

"God, I really do." His eyes are glued to what your hands are doing. He swallows hard and then stands up as much as he can in the small plane, yanking his jacket off. He sits back down and folds it and holds it in his lap, his hands buried somewhere underneath. You know him well enough to know that he's currently freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. A smirk crosses your lips as you watch him begin to stroke himself under his jacket, trying desperately not to react with his face.

"Shittt." He hisses and you quickly pull your hands back and close your legs as a stewardess walks over to you both.

"Mr. Presley, would you care for some water?" He's stopped moving, but his hand is still under his coat.

"Nope. Not tonight." He answers with a strained smile.

"Do you need anything?"

"Not anything you can give me. Thanks." She looks at him with a confused expression and then turns to walk back up the aisle, smiling at you as she passes.

"You're gonna be the death of me, doll." He goes back to moving his hand under his jacket. "Mm. C'mon honey, lemme see ya again."

You consider saying no, just to tease him, but you're too turned on to stop, so you spread your legs again and let your fingers trail down your front back to your center.

"There ya go, baby." He groans a little louder than he probably should. You have on a tank top with no bra under your coat, so you open it and pull your top down to give him a glimpse of your nipple.

"Mmm, that's so mean, baby."

"As mean as this?" You answer breathlessly as you move your fingers even faster over your clit bringing yourself to a very obvious orgasm. The waves of electric pleasure crest and break as your climax rushes through you. You bite your lip again and moan quietly and your hips buck while your eyes close. The image of you making yourself cum almost drives him over the edge.

"Goddamnit, woman."

He begins to pump himself faster, no longer trying to hide his facial expressions as his hand moves up and down his rock hard cock. He closes his eyes and makes a face that you recognize.

"Gonna make me ruin my coat, doll."

"That's right, daddy, cum for baby." Suddenly, he shakes his head and opens his eyes.

"No. I'm cumming inside you. That pussy is mine." He reaches forward with his free hand and grabs your arm dragging you into his lap. Everyone on the plane very clearly hears exactly what he says, but he no longer cares. You giggle as he slides you onto his dick and groans loudly.

"I thought there were too many people-"

"I don't give a fuck. Bounce." He lifts you by the waist and you move up and down on him. It only takes a few times before you feel him tense and buck up into you, filling you with his hot release.

"Oh, god, baby, yes." He moans as he shudders and relaxes. You feel his arms wrap around you and he leans against the back of your neck. "Fuck, honey, I love you."

He lifts you off of himself and pulls your skirt down, handing you your panties to put back on.

"I love you too." You lean in and kiss him gently and then turn to go back to your seat. He slaps your ass as he puts himself away. Bending down, you hand him his book from where it slid onto the floor during your activities. He spends the rest of the flight reading and you look out the window, fully satisfied.

The plane lands and you all make your way off. As you do, Joe looks at Elvis with his eyebrows raised. Elvis shakes his head quizzically.

"What? I really like this coat."

******

The End

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[sissylittlefeather]

I can take 6 more photo prompt requests! If you'd prefer, I'll also take a request based on a song!

If you sent one already, I got it and am working on them! 🩷🩷🩷

Its official! 500 followers!

I am so thankful for each and every one of you. The thought that my little page might be bringing some joy to this many people really warms my heart. I love you guys!

Time for a celebration! Send me a photo of Elvis to my inbox (anon or not) and I'll write 1000ish words for you. Let me know if you want smut or fluff and you can give me more detail about what you want if you'd like. I'm taking the first 10 of these, so don't wait! I'm excited to see what y'all come up with! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Have some Elvis pics as a thank you!

[sissylittlefeather]

Heyyyyy bestieeeee!!! I love this photo prompt! I hope you enjoy this ficlet (that's what I'm calling a fic under 1500 words now) as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Worth It

Warnings: MINORS NO. DNI. THIS IS PURE SMUT. Kissing, cussing, p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, teasing, use of "daddy" sexually

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Elvis sits in his chair in the corner of the room and watches you as you move around cleaning, cigarillo in his hand. He seems to be lost in thought, but you're lost in work, so you don't worry too much about it.

"Hey, darlin', why don't you come sit in daddy's lap for a bit? Quit flutterin' around this room."

You put down your feather duster, curious about what he's got on his mind. When you walk over to him, he moves his foot off of his knee to the ground and pats on his thigh. You perch yourself there where he patted and that's when you notice his hardness.

"What you thinkin', daddy?" You ask, innocently brushing your hand against him. He groans softly.

"I was thinkin' it's been too long since I was inside you." He hands you his cigarillo, undoes his belt, and then unbuttons his pants, freeing his cock and stroking it a few times. Then, he stands you up and reaches up under your skirt to pull your panties down. Grabbing the flesh of your hips, he seats you on top of him, sliding his dick inside you, taking his cigarillo back and puffing it. You start to bounce, but he grasps your waist and stops you.

"Sit still, darlin'. Daddy has work to do." You whimper.

"Please, daddy-"

"Would you hand me my glasses and that script?" You whimper again and lean forward to reach the items he asked for. The subtle movement drives you insane as his cock brushes the spot inside of you.

"Elvis-"

"Thank you, darlin'." He slides his reading glasses on and begins to look over the script, flipping the page every once in a while. You squirm and wiggle, trying to feel him against you. "Be still. If you're good, you'll get what you want."

You sit as still as you can as he reads. After a while, he puts out the cigarillo and reaches his left hand around you to play with your clit. He makes slow circles as he teases you and you moan softly.

"Elvis, please!"

"Hush, now. Let daddy play with you for a bit." You bite your tongue and try to stay still, but it's so hard not to grind against him as he rubs you with his fingertip, his cock still nestled inside you. You do push back against him a little to feel some friction and he stops moving his finger.

"Now, listen. Bad girls don't get to cum when they want to. Are you going to keep being bad?" You shake your head fervently, begging him to go back to using his finger on you.

"N-no! I'm a good girl, I promise."

"I'm not sure. You keep wigglin' like that and I'll make you get up and go to bed unsatisfied-"

"No! I'll be good." He goes back to making circles and dragging his finger across your clit while he reads the script. You're about to lose your mind at the sensation of his cock just sitting inside you as he plays with you. He keeps you like this for a tantalizing twenty minutes or so until you are absolutely teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. The combination of his hand on your sensitive button and his dick inside you has you whimpering and sweating and begging for more.

"Are you 'bout to cum, darlin'?" He growls over your shoulder.

"Mhmmm. Please daddy..." You moan as he continues to work his hand on you. Thats when you notice he's put the script down and wrapped his other arm around your waist.

"Well, go on then, bad girl. Cum on daddy's lap." He flicks his fingertip across your clit one last time and you cum harder than you ever have before, writhing and pulsing on his cock, the pleasure rushing through your veins like wildfire. You lean back against him as his finger slows, breathing heavily and reeling from your high. He whispers in your ear.

"Alright, darlin'. Daddy's turn..."

You sit up quickly, put both hands on his thighs, and begin to bounce on his dick. He pushes your skirt up to your waist so he has a clear view of you. With both hands, he massages the soft skin of your ass and grunts.

"Now, that's a good girl."

"You like that, daddy?" You moan in reply.

"Yes. You know daddy loves this tight little pussy." He leans his head back and moans, bucking his hips up into you.

"That's too bad." You stand up off of him and walk away, pulling your skirt down as you do.

"Wait a minute, darlin', I didn't say you could get up." He sits with his dick in his hand, a look of shock on his face.

"I'm a bad girl, remember? I do what I want." You give him a teasing smile.

"Please come back? I'll let you cum again."

"Now who's begging?"

"Darlin', c'mon, I'll do anything." He strokes himself a little as he pleads, his blue eyes round and dark with lust. You walk over to him and put a hand on each arm of the chair.

"Alright then, but daddy cums on my terms."

"Yes ma'am." You crawl onto his lap and sink onto just the top inch of his cock. You bounce there for a bit and he groans loudly. "No, darlin', please. I need you so bad."

His hands go up under your skirt to hold your hips and you stop moving.

"Uh-uh. You just look." He pulls his hands back, sucking air in between his teeth.

"You're mean, darlin'."

"Am I?" You ask as you pull your shirt off over your head and remove your bra, letting your breasts free in front of him.

"Goddamnit, darlin'." You can tell you're about to drive him crazy, so you finally sink onto his dick fully.

"FUCK." He moans loudly as you let him fill you up. You go back to moving up and down, sliding him in and out of you.

"I'm gonna cum, darlin', please let me touch you." He begs, fingers itching to feel you.

"Touch me, daddy." His hands immediately go to your breasts and he pulls one nipple to his mouth.

"Mmm, it's so good, darlin'." He whispers into your breast as he tenses and you can tell he's about to cum. You switch to grinding your hips against him to push him deeper and deeper. Suddenly, he throws his head back, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, as he shudders into you, shooting you full of his warmth. You moan loudly together and he lays his head on your shoulder.

"I know better than to tease you now." He presses his lips to your skin.

"You can. Just don't be surprised when you get it right back." He looks up into your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. Then, he mumbles into your lips.

"Yeah, it was worth it, though."

******

Ta-daaa

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