#Sonny west

[elvisbooty76]

[dailyallthingsjerryschilling]

Attending George Klein's Wedding.

[rosepresley68]

Elvis + You + Memphis Mafia = Chaos 2

Hello everyone, I hope you had a great day, here are some other thoughts that come to mind. I hope you enjoy them. 🥰❤️

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Jerry: And how is married life going?

(Y/N): Okay, I guess, yesterday some of the guys went out drinking, and you know Elvis isn't a big drinker, but last night he drank quite a bit.

Jerry: Oh no, what did he do?

(Y/N): Well, I try to set our marriage certificate on fire saying "GOOD LUCK TRYING TO RETURN ME WITHOUT A RECEIPT!"

Jerry: Why am I not surprised?

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Jerry: One night in Las Vegas, I was really drunk, and I married my best friend.

Elvis: (Y/N) and Charlotte are still upset, but it seems like a good idea at the time.

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(Y/N): —Look at Elvis—

Elvis: Don't look too much, lest you fall in love. —Smile flirtatiously—

(Y/N): —smiles— I don't think it's a problem.

*MOMENTS LATER*

(Y/N): —Kick the Graceland door— THERE'S A FUCKING PROBLEM!

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Elvis: Baby, I feel like we're growing apart.

(Y/N): I'm literally on the other side of this couch. Come here.

Elvis: Can't you come?

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(Y/N): I guess I have a slight tendency to criticize a little.

Jerry: You guess?!

Elvis: Slight?!

Red: Tendency?!

Sonny: A little?!

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Elvis: Alright, you're all exaggerating. (Y/N) is not in love with me.

Coronel: Yes, she is.

Vernon: Yes, she is.

Memphis Mafia: Yes, she is.

(Y/N): Yes, I am.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Made For The Mafia

Fandom: American Actor, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie, RPF

Pairing:  Elvis Presley x Female Reader x Memphis Mafia

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Sonny West, Jerry Schilling, Red West, Lamar Fike, Memphis Mafia

Word Count: 34,000 in 8 Parts 

Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a drunken suggestion you and your husband decide to explore a part of your marriage you didn't know existed. Turns out it’s something you’re both pretty damn good at.

Tags/ Warnings: Series of Oneshots, Non Chronological Order, Graceland, Las Vegas, POV Second Person, Attitudes of the Time, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Cunnilingus, Blowjob Competition, Handjobs, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Penetrative Sex, Group Sex, Extra Marital Sex, Threesome F/M/M, Foursome F/M/M/M, Multiple Partners, Semi Public Sex, Car Sex [Tour Bus], Kissing, Kisses, Neck Kissing, Cuddling, Orgasm Denial, Squirting, Creampie, Accidental Cream Pie, Dom/Sub, Dom Elvis, Teasing, Wife Sharing, Reverse Harem, Established Relationship, Marriage, Reader and Elvis are Married, Angry Elvis, Dubious Consent, Admitting Feelings, Angst, LOVE, 

Notes: If you haven't thought about which member of the mafia you’d fuck if you couldn't have Elvis you’re a dirty liar. 

This is going to be a series of fics but less structured. Basically just lots of p*rn clinging to a vague plot because why not

Update - posted out of order on AO3. Put in order here but they weren't written in order so if theyre inconsistent sorry 

A Friend In Need 

The Arrangement 

The Boss 

Taking Care of Business  

Playing Favourites  

Know Your Place 

Last Past The Post 

Can’t Say No 

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The Crickets - Oh, Boy! (1957) Sonny West / Bill Tilghman / Norman Petty from: “Oh, Boy!” / “Not Fade Away” (Single) “The "Chirping” Crickets“ (LP)

Rockabilly | 1st Wave Rock and Roll

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Personnel: Buddy Holly: Lead Vocals / Lead Guitar / Rhythm Guitar Joe B. Mauldin: Double Bass Jerry Allison: Drums

Backing Vocals: The Picks: Bill Pickering (First Tenor) John Pickering (Second Tenor) Bob Lapham (Baritone) (Backing Vocals Overdubbed on August 19, 1957)

Produced by Norman Petty

Recorded: @ The Norman Petty Studios (AKA Nor-Va-Jak Studio) in Clovis, New Mexico USA July, 29 – August 1, 1957

Single Released: on October 27, 1957

Album Released: on November 27, 1957

Brunswick Records (US) Coral Records (UK)

In 2012, 'The "Chirping” Crickets' was ranked #420 on Rolling Stone's list of "The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time"

[doll-elvis]

I rewatched the memphis mafia documentary and it reminded me of an edit I made for them a while ago

Red West is narrating and I think he just says everything perfectly…I can’t imagine how special it must have been to have shared a lifetime with Elvis Presley. I sincerely hope, if there is a way, that they are all together again <3

[dailyjerryschillingfangirl1942]

Meeting President Nixon photoset.

[arrolyn1114]

Agreed 100% on all of these! Tom Parker is the one I absolutely hate the most, not gonna lie (as anyone who is reading my current WIP knows).

And Hal Wallis and Parker giving Elvis body image issues leading to all those dangerous crash diets pisses me off SO much.

Alanna Nash irks me as well. I will say a huge chunk of the info in "The Colonel" can thankfully be verified in other books that are known to be solid sources (Guralnick's, Jerry's, Steve Binder's, etc). So honestly you're better off getting that info from them.

And the Three Betrayers (Red, Sonny, Dave) also irk me to no end. Red at least expressed regret years later but as far as I'm aware the other two did not. I can't even imagine how devastated I would be if I had been in Elvis's shoes and people close to me published a tabloidy book about all the craziest/worst things I've done in my life. Everyone has done things they aren't proud of, none of us are perfect but to have your sins aired for the world like that, heartbreaking. I remember reading somewhere that some of the stories in there were exaggerated or not entirely true. Which I think makes it even worse. At least have the stuff be accurate all the way through. But sadly, misinformation about Elvis has been a plague for decades now. Ugh.

Top 5 villains in the real life story of Elvis's life/legacy?

Tom Parker / Andreas van Kuijk

Everyone else pales in comparison. It's hard to convey the extent of his cruelty and control. He stymied Elvis professionally, creatively, and personally, sabotaging his opportunities, relationships, and interests. He knew how to make Elvis doubt himself, and absolutely everything that went wrong in Elvis' life can be traced back to Parker and the very deliberate way he isolated and undermined Elvis. There are no words. Bottomless hatred. Every day a new revelation.

Hal Wallis

Wallis was the producer of Elvis' films for Paramount. Despite being one of the first people to recognize Elvis' acting talent, Wallis made a choice to keep him in horrible roles because he didn't believe audiences would ever take him seriously. In a public interview, Wallis told the press that Elvis films were terrible but that he had to keep making them because they made enough money to finance artistic films for Paramount. It broke Elvis' heart. Wallis also impressed upon Parker that Elvis gaining any amount of weight was unacceptable, thus leading to Elvis developing an eating disorder where he would starve himself for weeks at a time.

Steve Dunleavy and the Bodyguard Book

In the last year of Elvis' life, his dad fired three of his close bodyguards/members of the Memphis Mafia: Dave Hebler, Sonny West, and Red West. Feeling hurt and disrespected, the three agreed to do interviews for a tell-all book by Steve Dunleavy. The three of them would later claim they only went to the press to douse Elvis with cold water about how bad they thought his drug habits had gotten, but even if that was the case, they had no business agreeing to work with someone like Dunleavy. Dunleavy was a favored reporter of Rupert Murdoch, who, I kid you not, hated rock 'n' roll so much that he commissioned a takedown of Elvis while he was still alive. Murdoch believed that taking Elvis down would generate enough discourse to keep some of his struggling papers in business, turning Elvis into a symbol of the lower classes who wasn't worthy of serious consideration as an artist or compassionate understanding as a human being. The bodyguards were paid for their interviews, and Dunleavy proceeded to use their quotes to write what Murdoch wanted: a scandalous, seedy tell-all that turned Elvis into an object of ridicule. Worse, of course, was that Elvis' friends were party to it; it led to so much stress, grief, and anger for Elvis in his final months. He worried constantly about it, afraid of what Lisa and his fans would think of him afterward. Elvis: What Happened? was published two weeks before his death and set the tone for a genre of Elvis muckraking that continues today.

Dee Stanley and Sundry

Dee was Elvis' stepmother, who married his father Vernon shortly after the death of Elvis' beloved mother, Gladys. There was always going to be friction between the two just based on the speed of the remarriage, but it didn't help that Dee had originally tried to seduce Elvis (nothing doing) before turning her attentions on his dad. Elvis never liked Dee, and the feeling became mutual. After his death, Dee published a memoir that was a near-complete fabrication, writing anything that she thought would disgrace Elvis. The worst claim she made was that Elvis and Gladys were incestuous. Several of Elvis' friends nearly punched her when they appeared in a room together for a television interview. Her sons were heavily influenced by Dee's perspective and have kept up the same escalating, baffling claims to make money.

Alanna Nash

Unfortunately a widely cited and respected Elvis researcher, Nash has such a willingness to entertain "new" stories about Elvis that she falls for hoaxes and lies on a regular basis. Sometimes she escapes criticism by presenting her books as "oral histories," essentially raw interviews with people who knew him, which at least mostly allows the reader to decide the veracity of each account for themselves. But she bolsters her other books with sketchy psychoanalysis and innuendo intended to smear her subjects, or at least generate some rumors that will grab headlines. For instance, she claimed to have unearthed a theory that Col. Parker left Holland because he committed a murder there. Sounds exciting and even plausible given his reputation, but digging into it, the evidence is so slim and sketchy that it could really only be published by someone like Nash, and only after his death. Another example is how credulously she treats Byron Raphael, a serial liar who claims Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley (who spoke for a total of three minutes in their lifetimes) had sex (which Byron got to witness, of course!) and that Natalie Wood had sex with Byron in the next room after Elvis couldn't "do" it for her. When a longtime Elvis researcher questioned the article Alanna wrote with Raphael for Playboy, she said, "If Bill Burk was critical of [Raphael's] integrity, I'd say that's because Bill was jealous he didn't find Byron first." Uh-huh.

About gossip involving Parker's possible murder, she said, "I want to be clear in saying that there is no hard proof that he committed this murder, [but] in my heart of hearts, I believe he did." In another interview, when questioned, she snapped that anyone who says she "accused him of murder can't read."

The biographer Albert Goldman is a lot worse than her, like, on every level, a truly vile, insane person who wrote screeds (they are not biographies, they are a cry for help) against both Elvis and John Lennon. But Alanna loves Goldman and cites him a lot, and she irritates me more because she has a better reputation than she deserves, while Goldman is widely considered to be a disgusting hack.

I could probably include a few others, but as much as I might dislike other people in the Elvis story, they get the benefit of the doubt from me because at least they aren't these folks.

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in the front: GDR made Phonoton portable record player (most probably)

in the background: Dansette radiogram

[thena0315]

SVU's Prosecutors from the Last 25 Years

[not-a-cheese-thief]

Favourite almost queer characters:

(Characters who were originally intended to be queer, going to have thier sexuality explored, or intentionally written as or acted as queer, but it never ended up on screen.)

Rafael Barba and Sonny Carisi - Law and Order: SVU - Gay/Bisexual

Chandler Bing - Friends - Gay

Emily Prentiss - Criminal Minds - Lesbian

Sam Seaborn - The West Wing - Queer

Spencer Reid - Criminal Minds - Bisexual

[elvisbooty76]

[kanesonforever]

Straight outta fairy tale romance.

KaneSon are back at it. God willing Many More to come.

[jazzdailyblog]

Shelly Manne: The Rhythmic Innovator of West Coast Jazz

Introduction: Shelly Manne stands as one of the most influential and versatile drummers in jazz history. With a career spanning over four decades, Manne’s contributions to the genre are immeasurable, particularly in the development of West Coast jazz. His inventive drumming, deep musicality, and ability to adapt to various styles made him a sought-after musician in both the jazz and film music…

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Taking Care of Business

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader x Memphis Mafia

Characters: Elvis Presley, Reader, Jerry Schilling, Sonny West

Summary: You help the boys take care of business.

Tags/Warnings: Reverse Harem, Memphis Mafia, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Double Penetration, Vaginal Sex, Foursome F/M/M/M, Wife Sharing, Reader and Elvis are Married, Blowjobs [mentioned], Oral Sex [Mentioned], Orgasms, Creampie, Made For The Mafia Series

Notes: Another instalment of smutty summer Saturdays. Enjoy <3

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‘Are you sure you can do this mama?’ Elvis said staring up at you. You could feel him against you, the tip of his cock slick as it nudged through your folds though his face was one of concern. No not concern, he wasn’t worried but like with everything he was always making sure you were okay with what was happening. ‘Think so,’ you said. ‘I’m gonna need more certainty than that honey,’ he said as his hand clasped onto your hand both of which were pressed onto his chest. He was laying underneath you watching you closely. ‘Yes,’ you said with a nod, ‘I can do it.’ ‘We’ll go slow, okay?’ he said his baby blue eyes trying to emit as much reassurance as he could with one look. ‘Okay,’ you nodded. ‘You ready?’ he said. Again, you nodded looking down as his hand moved to grasp his shaft. He teased the tip through your folds for a second, the precum oozing from it helping it glide easily, and then he placed himself at your entrance and thrust his hips forward until he bottomed out.   He felt like heaven and the sensation of it made your eyes flutter closed as you enjoyed every inch he had to offer.   ‘Fuck baby you feel tight tonight,’ he grunted. ‘Feels so good E,’ you moaned as he found a rhythm. ‘You’re telling me,’ he said as his hands moved to your hips keeping you stationary as he continued to fuck up into you.   ‘You think you’re ready?’ he said after a moment. ‘Yes,’ you breathed. ‘Son?’ you heard him say though you kept your eyes closed as you enjoyed the feel of him. ‘Here,’ Sonny said. You felt him climb onto the bed behind you and station himself in between Elvis’ legs ‘Go slow okay?’ Elvis said. ‘You got it boss,’ he said. It struck you as odd. That no matter the situation Elvis and the boys could always make it feel as though they were talking about something simple like the weather. And not as though your husband was asking one of his best friend not to fuck you too fast in case you couldn’t actually take two cocks at once as theorised.   You felt Sonny’s hand on your waist as he steadied himself, his other no doubt pumping his cock as you felt him line himself up. Elvis’s movements slowed allowing his friend to push in until both of them were buried to the hilt inside you. It felt different from before but not entirely pleasant.   As Sonny started to move Elvis did too and your eyes flew open as you suddenly felt a stinging sensation that made you whimper.   ‘Fuck, Son stop,’ Elvis said looking up at you now with actual concern in his eyes, ‘you okay?’ ‘Yeah,’ you lied. ‘Doll,’ he said warningly. ‘It’s okay,’ you swallowed closing your eyes as you tried to adjust, ‘I’m sure it’ll feel good in a minute just keep moving.’ ‘Are you sure?’ you heard Sonny ask though it seemed as though his voice was stiff as though he didn’t want an honest answer. ‘Yeah,’ you said looking down at Elvis and offering him a smile, ‘please?’ ‘Okay,’ Elvis nodded taking your hand to his lips so he could kiss it as his hips started finding a rhythm. Sonny started moving too though it was considerably faster than his counterpart.   ‘Jer come here,’ Elvis said waving an arm for his friend he couldn’t catch sight of. He could’ve looked to his right to see Jerry sitting in the chair he had taken to spent and exhausted, but his eyes didn’t leave you. ‘What’s up EP?’ he asked again with such casualness he could have been asking if Elvis had seen the football the other night. ‘Distract her will ya,’ Elvis asked. ‘EP,’ Jerry said uncertainly. You supposed he had a point to question it. You’d all always agreed whatever happened would only happen if everyone was comfortable. And the way your tight cunt was being stretched out right now wasn’t exactly comfortable. ‘Just until it starts to feel good,’ Elvis said glancing at Jerry who looked unsure for a moment and then nodded. ‘God I hope that’s soon cos this feels like fuckin heaven,’ Sonny grunted. Jerry paid no mind to him and you watched as he climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside you as your thighs touched. You watched him and though he smiled at you, you could tell it was because he was waiting for you to give him the okay.     You didn’t bother. Elvis was right. You were sure it was going to get good soon that was the reason you hadn’t told them to stop. So instead you grabbed Jerry by the back of the neck and kissed him. He fell forward bracing himself as his hands met your waist. He tasted sweet something that made you blush as you remembered his mouth had been buried in the exact hole his friends were stretching out not twenty minutes ago. In fact, the orgasm he’d given you whilst you had your husband's cock at the back of your throat was the reason you’d found yourself slick enough to even contemplate taking two of them.   You were so focused on making out you didn’t realise his hand had moved from your waist until you found yourself moaning into his mouth as his hand caressed your chest, his thumb and forefinger pinching at your sensitive nipple. He lingered there for a moment before his fingers traced down you until they reached your slick folds. He teased a finger through them, trailing it around your clit which made you shiver - something that earned a groan of appreciation from the other boys.   ‘Her neck, kiss her neck,’ Elvis grunted from below the pair of you as the rhythm of his hips grew quicker. Jerry’s lips migrated down your jaw, nipping and sucking at your neck in a way that made your pussy automatically throb in response. As you pulsed around them Elvis and Sonny groaned again.   ‘Fuck man whatever you’re doing keep going,’ Sonny said as his hands gripped your hips tighter. Everything was everywhere all at once. Hands caressed, rubbed and gripped every inch of you. Jerry’s mouth continued to ravish your neck sending throbs to your cunt which meant that the discomfort you had been feeling was now long gone.   ‘Oh god,’ you panted, ‘feels good now.’ ‘Feels fuckin amazing,’ Sonny grunted, ‘fuck I ain’t gonna last.’ ‘Me either,’ Elvis said, ‘you close doll?’   You nodded unable to speak as Jerry continued to play with your clit in a way that was starting to make you see stars. He had pulled back now, watching you as his fingers moved deftly around your swollen bud.   ‘Oh my god. Fuck right there,’ you whimpered. ‘Come on baby,’ Elvis said, ‘cum for us doll.’ ‘Oh god,’ you said as your cunt started to spasm, sweet relief running through you like electricity. You fell into Jerry your head in the crook of his neck as he caught you keeping you in place. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna,’ Sonny said pulling out of you before he did which caused thick ropes of cum to splatter up your ass and back. You trembled against Jerry, your pussy still fluttering around the only cock left in you making Elvis cum without warning inside you. The only man allowed to.   ‘Christ,’ he groaned as he stared to slow his rhythm, the mess of it all gathering between you as he pulled out. Once his eyes opened he reached for you, pulling you from where you had been nestled against Jerry watching the ecstasy on his face.   You fell forward, your chest hitting him with a slap neither of you seemed to care about. As his blue eyes met yours a lopsided grin befell his face. He held you to him, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek so that he could lean up to kiss you tenderly, an act that had you all aflutter once more though in a different way.   When you pulled back he opened his eyes watching you adoringly for a second before he pushed the pair of you up into a sitting position.   ‘Did I do good?’ you said breathlessly. Your chest was heaving but you didn’t care. ‘You always do good doll,’ he said. ‘Just wanna make you happy,’ you said. ‘Well you managed that,’ Sonny chuckled and you glanced over to see him slipping his boxers back on. Your attention was snapped back though as you felt Elvis move a strand of hair off your face.   ‘What about you doll?’ he asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck. ‘What about me?’ you asked. ‘Did we make you happy?’ he asked pecking your lips though you captured his and kept him in place. ‘Always do,’ you mumbled against his lips. When you pulled back he was watching you closely, his eyes full of adoration. ‘What?’ you asked. ‘Nuthin’,’ he smirked, ‘just wondering how guys like us got lucky enough to have a girl like you.’ ‘Oh it’s nothing,’ you said with a smile, ‘just takin’ care of business, right?’ ‘Taking care of business,’ he agreed with a smirk.

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Buddy Holly - Rave On (!958) Sonny West / Bill Tilghman / Norman Petty from: "Rave On" / "Take Your Time" (Single)

Rock 'n' Roll | Rockabilly | 1st Wave Rock and Roll

"Buddy Holly is instantly recognizable as the artist: The record begins with a drawn-out "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭…" as stylized by Holly's distinctive hiccup ("𝘈-𝘸𝘦𝘩-𝘶𝘩-𝘩𝘦𝘩-𝘶𝘩-𝘦𝘭𝘭…")." - Wikipedia

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Personnel: Buddy Holly: Vocals / Guitar Niki Sullivan: Rhythm Guitar Joe B. Mauldin: Bass Jerry Allison: Drums

Norman Petty: Piano Al Caiola: Guitar Donald Arnone: Guitar

Backing Vocals: William Marihe Robert Bollinger Robert Harter Merrill Ostrus Abby Hoffer

Produced by Milton DeLugg

Recorded: @ The Bell Sound Studios in New York City, New York USA on January 25, 1958

Released: on April 20, 1958 Coral Records