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lustnhim · 3 days
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dilf vibes elvis 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
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bodyelectr1c · 3 days
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what a beaut
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@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."
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The End
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vintagepresley · 1 day
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I NEED TO FIND THIS MAGAZINE 😭
Interviewer: “Say, why did you change Blue Moon all around?”
Elvis: “Honey, when I recorded Blue Moon I didn’t know the words to it. When I got to the bridge, I just started yelling.”
Lmao I love him.
Interviewer: “How do you feel when girls scream for you?”
Elvis: “Well, I figure it doesn’t last, so I might as well enjoy it while I can.”
You’ve got generations of girls still screaming for you, honey.
Interviewer: “Are you planning on taking anymore gals to Memphis?”
Elvis: “File your application at the door, honey.”
IM SCREAMING 😭 HES SO SASSY.
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hooked-on-elvis · 3 days
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Elvis Presley as Dr. John Carpenter in Change of Habit (Universal Pictures, 1969) — Dir. William A. Graham.
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vintage-tigre · 23 hours
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elvismylove04 · 1 day
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"He's my ☀️ he makes me ✨️ like 💎s"
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presleybutlervsp · 10 hours
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April 25, 1912
Gladys Love Smith, Elvis' Mother, was born in Pontotoc County, MS to Doll and Bob Smith.
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Fucking karate chop me
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elvisbooty76 · 1 day
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lustnhim · 2 days
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austin butler as elvis (2022) 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
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I found this while reading the book I got.
It says they painter used the colour Elvis picked, and they got into an argument, and they grappled on the floor, spilling paint cans and knocking ladders. I'm not sure it's true. 😂😂😂
@vintagepresley @lookingforrainbows @ccab @hooked-on-elvis @missmaywemeetagain @whatstruthgottodowithit @whositmcwhatsit @peaceloveelvis @sissylittlefeather @headfullofpresley
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sissylittlefeather · 2 days
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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."
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Ta-daaa
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vintagepresley · 16 hours
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Happy birthday Gladys! 🤍
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hooked-on-elvis · 14 hours
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"How could Elvis be so affectionate?"
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He's got it from his momma. ♥
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Happy birthday, Gladys! ♥
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Gladys Love Presley (1912-1958)
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whoever gives out awards in hollywood has the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever
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