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longliveblackness · 2 days ago

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Willie Mae “Big Mama” Thornton was a blues singer and songwriter whose recordings of “Hound Dog” and “Ball ‘n’ Chain” later were transformed into huge hits by Elvis Presley and Janis Joplin.

She was born on December 11, 1926 outside of Montgomery in rural Ariton, Alabama. Her father was a Baptist minister and her mother was a church singer in his congregation. Thornton’s mother died when the singer was 14, and she left home to pursue a career as an entertainer. She joined the Georgia-based Hot Harlem Revue as an accomplished singer, drummer, and harmonica player and spent seven years as a regular performer throughout the South. Following her years as a traveling blues singer, Thornton moved to Houston in 1948 to begin her recording career.

In Houston, Thornton joined Don Robey’s Peacock Records in 1951, often working closely with fellow label artist Johnny Otis.

One of Thornton’s earliest and most popular recorded tracks was “Hound Dog,” initially released by Peacock in 1953. Thornton’s version of “Hound Dog” topped the R&B charts for seven weeks and sold over two million copies nationwide. Though the song brought acclaim to Thornton, it only yielded her about $500. The song became even more popular as Elvis Presley’s first hit record in 1956.

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Willie Mae “Big Mama” Thornton fue una cantante y compositora de blues cuyas grabaciones “Hound Dog” y “Ball ‘n’ Chain” luego fueron transformadas en grandes éxitos por Elvis Presley y Janis Joplin.

Nació el 11 de diciembre de 1926 en las afueras de Montgomery, en la zona rural de Ariton, Alabama. Su padre era pastor bautista y su madre, cantante en su congregación. La madre de Thornton falleció cuando la cantante tenía 14 años, y ella abandonó el hogar para dedicarse al arte. Se unió a la Hot Harlem Revue, con sede en Georgia, como una cantante, baterista y armonicista, y pasó siete años presentándose con regularidad por todo el sur. Tras sus años como cantante de blues, Thornton se mudó a Houston en 1948 para comenzar su carrera discográfica.

En Houston, Thornton se unió a Peacock Records de Don Robey en 1951, trabajando a menudo en estrecha colaboración con su colega y artista de sello, Johnny Otis.

Una de las primeras y más populares canciones grabadas por Thornton fue "Hound Dog", publicada inicialmente por Peacock en 1953. Su versión de "Hound Dog" encabezó las listas de R&B durante siete semanas y vendió más de dos millones de copias en todo el país. Aunque la canción le trajo gran éxito a Thornton, solo le ganó unos 500 dólares. La canción se hizo aún más popular al convertirse en el primer éxito de Elvis Presley en 1956.

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presleyslilbaby · 2 days ago

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~Giddy up~

(1977!Elvis X Reader)

(TW: P in V sex, oral sex, Daddy used in a sexual manner, most definitely smut)

(Hello there! I'll keep this short, but I tried to make this fic a little longer than I've been writing, so I hope you enjoy! Characters: 12,113)

“What the fuck…?” You muttered as you slowly lifted yourself to a sitting position on the bed, looking down at the thornless rose in your lap. Surely this had to have been left by Elvis. “Where is he?” You wondered as you glanced over to the empty space beside you that was usually and undeniably filled with the warm presence of your dearest Love. Feeling a bit odd about the situation, you pulled the covers back before swinging your legs over the side of the bed, rising to your feet and giving yourself a nice stretch. You looked down at the rose yet again, turning it over in your hand a few times before reaching for your silken robe and sliding your arms through. Tying the sash around your waist, you decided to begin your search.

It hadn’t taken very long for you to find Elvis, finding him sitting outside near the pool. “Hey,” You softly called to him, capturing his attention. God, he looked so exhausted… “Hey, Darlin’…” He replied in a tired murmur, holding his hand out for yours. You obediently placed it in his. “What’re you doing out here, El? It’s early…” “Couldn’t sleep…Goddamn insomnia…” He explained to you in honesty, using his free hand to rub his face, breathing out a long sigh of exhaustion. “Did you sleep well at least?” Elvis asked, glancing up at you. “It was decent.” You shrugged. "I'd rather spend time with you than worry about sleep." He frowned at your response. "Y/n, don't say that. Ya' need your beauty rest." "Yeah yeah," You sighed, waving a hand dismissively. Remembering the rose, you showed it to him in question. "Did you leave this, Romeo?" You asked with a soft smile, one that he most definitely returned. "I did, yes. Why? Not romantic enough for ya'?" He teased. Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. "Of course it's romantic enough." You started, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his temple. "I just want to know what kind of ulterior motive you have going on." Elvis gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart in mock offence, looking up at you with widened Blue eyes. "Ulterior motives? My sweet Girl, you wound me! Can't a Man admire his Sweetheart without reason?"

You raised an eyebrow at him.

Groaning as he tilted his head back, Elvis relented. "Fine. Maybe I wanted our day to start off a little special." "Special?" You asked. He nodded. "Mhm. I thought that maybe we could...You know..." He paused, glancing off to the side in thought before continuing. "Get a little intimate together. It's...Been a while." Your smirk shifted to a softer smile once you realised that he had been wanting to get intimate with you again. After all, with his recent appointments he hadn't had time to spend with you in bed. And seeing him willing to give it a go despite the exhaustion sent flutters through your stomach. "Oh, El..." You spoke. "That's so sweet... Do you have anything in mind?"

Should you have asked...?

"Well..." Elvis started, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips before he continued speaking. "I was thinkin' 'bout maybe puttin' that cute li'l Cowgirl hat to use, to pretend a little." You paused, imagining yourself naked with only that stupid Cowgirl hat on riding Elvis silly. The thought alone made you squirm in excitement. "You're dirty." You snorted. "I'm dirty?" He parroted, cocking an eyebrow. "Now, Y/n, you should know me by now." He chuckled, rising from the lawn chair with a quiet grunt. "I don't sugarcoat anythin'. And I certainly won't sugarcoat what I wanna do to ya'." Pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilted it upwards, forcing you to look at him properly. "Got it?" The way his voice deepened, the way his eyes seemed to bore into your own with such desire, such want- you never knew it was that easy to get wet before. "Yes, Sir..." You murmured in response, rubbing your thighs together already. Seeing this, Elvis slapped you right on the ass with a chuckle before ushering you along back towards the door. "C'mon, Sugar-bug. Let's get you in that bedroom."

As the two of you walked through Graceland's grand halls, you thought to yourself. How lucky you were to be with such a Man like Elvis. He was forty-two, a little on the heavier side but not like the tabloids suggested. He was ill, sure, but he still had enough love in him to share. Especially with you. You were his sunshine in the storm that surrounded him. His calm. His beloved. When he showed his love, he made sure to show it properly.

Even if it was by fucking your brains out on occasion.

"In you go, Hon." Elvis sang, opening the bedroom door for you to enter. You do as you're told, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm assuming you have a plan?" You queried, watching as he wandered over to the dresser off to the side where he then opened a box you seemingly missed this morning when you awoke. "Mhm. You're gon' be a sweet ol' farm Girl, and I'm-" "Going to be my Stallion?" You interrupted, lifting a brow in question. He looked back at you with a faux disapproving expression on his slightly rounded face. "Now, did I say you could cut me off, li'l Girl?" He practically scolded you. Giggling, you shook your head. "No. Sorry, Daddy~" You answered politely, just as he taught you. "Hm." He hummed, eying you up before turning his attention back to the box, speaking again. "I'll be your Stallion, like you said."

Elvis pulled out a Stetson hat, a rich Brown colour wrapped in a Pink ribbon, rustic yet Feminine in nature. Then, he pulled out a length of rope, closing the box before turning around and approaching you. "Now, Sweetheart," He started, sitting down on the bed beside you and resting his large hand on your thigh oh-so-tenderly. "Wanna tell me how wet you've gotten already?" He purred out, caressing the smooth expanse of your thigh with intent, stroking up and up still, closer to your heated core. You couldn't deny that you were aroused already, but who could blame you? He had such a way that made you want him so badly. Before you could reply, Elvis's fingertips brushed against your wet panties, letting out a deep and sensual hum that gave you shivers. "Mmm, oh, Y/n," He tutted softly. "You're eager to be my li'l cowgirl, ain't ya'?" He inquired as his thumb found your clit through your underwear. Whimpering, you nodded, tilting your hips towards him subconsciously. "Not yet." He hushed you, undoing the sash to your silken robe before sliding the smooth fabric off of your body, pushing it aside. "I wanna get a taste o' what I've been missin'."

As Elvis pulled you towards him, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your underwear before sliding them down in an agonisingly slow pace. You bit your lower lip, propping yourself up on your elbows. He watched as a string of your arousal stretched between your underwear and your undeniably wet pussy, licking his plump lips with such want and need. "Goddamn..." He muttered huskily. Once your underwear were taken care of and out of the way, he scooted further up on the bed before leaning down in position, spreading your legs wider than they originally were. Without warning, he leaned in, dragging his tongue upwards, collecting your juices along the way. You gasped, shivering at the feel of his tongue on your most sensitive area. "You still taste like heaven..." He hummed, dipping his head back down to swirl his tongue around your clit, massaging your thighs in the process. You squirmed beneath his ministrations, giving out a soft whimper as you tipped your head back. "God, Elvis...Oh, that feels good..." You praised.

He continued to pleasure you with his tongue for a few more seconds before reluctantly pulling away, licking his lips. Elvis pulled his shirt overhead, trusting you with the vision of his body, something he didn't like to share nowadays. "As much as I love tastin' ya'," He started, unbuttoning his trousers as he spoke. "I wanna go for a ride, Baby." Hearing his request, that was enough for you to straighten up, pulling your nightgown overhead and tossing it aside carelessly. As he fumbled with his briefs, you reached over and grabbed the Stetson hat, placing it atop your head and giving the brim a firm tug. Finally naked, Elvis crawled further up the bed with quiet grunts of a Man complaining of his knees before finally settling down. He spread his legs, propping his head up on one pillow stacked above another, tilting his head in just the right way to be able to see you properly.

"Well?" He said. You ignored his call and reached again across from you, but this time for the rope that he had thrown on the bed. You pulled his hands together before gently binding his wrists, not too tight, but not too loosely either. And despite this, Elvis still grinned like an idiot. He was half-hard, his length straining to rise. You knew how to help just how he liked. You dipped your head down, opening your mouth allowing your saliva to drip down on his Manhood before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. "Mmm... Go on." He urged in approval. You went further, taking his cock in your mouth, sucking on the tip as you used your hands to stroke his balls, feeling them draw up slightly. "You're good with them pretty hands, Baby..." He breathed out, tilting his hips upwards, wanting more of your mouth. But you deprived him of that pleasure, pulling away once he was hard enough. He whined like a Puppy, clenching his fists for a moment before relaxing them.

You crawled up his body, hovering over him as you lined yourself up, rubbing your pussy over his dick in a teasing gesture. And finally, you sank down on him, mouth falling open as you took inch after inch before you were filled completely. It was a few moments too long when you began to move, rocking back and forth at a steady pace, his cock sliding in and out of you like it was nothing. "Giddy up, Baby." You managed to growl out before starting to bounce, your tits bouncing along in delayed motion. "Fuck... Yeah, Baby..." He huffed, trying to reach for your hips only to be stopped by the rope that bound his wrists together.

"You like that?" You panted, trying to bounce harder, faster. All you felt was pleasure, and you wanted more. "Fuck yeah I like it...!" He groaned, his beautiful Blue eyes rolling back in his head out of pure pleasure. It was a pretty sight, you thought. "Elvis!" You shouted his name as you felt him hit that sweet spot deep inside you. You worked harder. "Daddy! Yes! Ohh!" You moaned loudly, arching your back in pleasure. It felt so good.

Time passed so quickly it felt like, and before you knew it, the two of you were orgasming together. After the exhausting few hours spent having sex together, the two of you lay together in bed, covers draped over your sweat drenched bodies. Elvis had you tucked into his side, rubbing your back soothingly as you rested your own hand on his chest, feeling the damp hair beneath your fingers. "I love you so much, Y/n..." He whispered softly as if admitting a secret. "You mean the world to me... Ya' know...?" You nodded, trailing your fingertips over his chest in a gentle caress. "I know... And I love you too..." You replied, your eyes closed in blissful peace. "I'll never trade you for anything else... You're my everything..." "As you are mine, Elvis..."

A beat of silence passed before Elvis spoke again, a soft smile on his lips. "Hey..." He called. "Do you... Want to start a Family...?" He wondered. Your eyes opened and you lifted your head, looking up at him with slightly widened and hopeful eyes. "A Family...?" You echoed. He nodded. "A Family. I know I'm gettin' old, but... I wanna start a nice big Family with you, Y/n. Give Lisa a li'l Brother or Sister. I just-" He paused, taking a deep breath in. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you— With our Family. Together." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, a stray tear rolling down your cheek. You smiled. "Of course, Elvis... Of course I want a Family with you..." With your response, Elvis reached down and wiped the tears from your eyes with a gentle and loving swipe of his thumb. "Then let's start a Family..."

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