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Hi!!! I saw your poll and I was wondering if you could write a 60s!Elvis X Reader fic, where Reader is having a hard time at work because they can't seem to keep up with everything and Elvis finds them crying outside their work place? Comforting them and asking why they can't just let him take care of them?
Take all the time you need!❤️
(hello, thank you so much for requesting this! it was slightly difficult to write since this is my first time writing smut, but i hope you all enjoy it. i’d love to see more requests featuring elvis in my inbox!)
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY !
a work of fiction written by @twobitsblade and inspired by @atleastpleasetelephone, @jhoneybees, @wanderingelvis, @lustnhim, and @theelvisprincess !
contains: smut (obviously), reader and elvis are married, elvis is a cocky know-it-all with hints of the 1960s male mindset !
you and elvis had been together for a while now; around three years of loving, fighting, and arguing, but you knew that at the end of the day he’d always be there for you. and you knew that even when you took up a new job at your aunt’s boutique—something which elvis discouraged multiple times (“oh m’baby, you ain’t needuh do these stupid ol’ jobs, m’the one providin’”)—while you were very thankful for him, your aunt desperately needed your help, and who were you to turn her down?
but it turns out that perhaps elvis was right—this job began to be a lot more than you’d signed up for. originally, the deal was you’d wear a cute dress, get your hair done all nice (for free, mind you), and greet the customers, but then more and more duties started being asked of you.
“oh dear, can you go bring the boxes from the basement?” “can you go downtown and pick up some new hair dyes? we’re all out, and the shipment won’t be on time?” “can you give her a little trim? it’s not too complicated.”
while you don’t like to think of yourself as spoilt, you’re not very used to working these types of jobs. i mean, you and elvis have been together for years, and you’d gotten used to the comfy lifestyle he provided you.
one day, it just became too much—you were turning around like a dog, fulfilling one task after the other, and it didn’t help that you barely slept last night. it’s not like you could tell elvis about this because it’d prove him right, and you can’t handle that damn cocky smirk on his face as he tells you how he knows his little one wasn’t made for such hard work.
you sigh, placing your things down—the sound a bit louder than intended, causing you to flinch. you toss off your high heels, lazily running up the stairs of graceland and into the bedroom you and elvis shared—grand, beautiful, and decorated by both of you as a visual representation of your love for the other—but now all it felt was suffocating.
you plopped down on the bed, not bothering to change out of your outdoor clothes, and laid your head facing the ceiling when suddenly you heard rustling and groaning, causing you to turn your head as you saw the back of elvis’s head. he slowly turns around to face you, clearly still half asleep.
“mmm, hey m’baby, how’s work?” he says drowsily, grabbing you by the collar of your dress and pulling you close, wrapping his leg around your waist.
“it was fine, el—fine as usual,” you say, though he wasn’t stupid; even half asleep, he could tell. he groaned, rubbed his eyes, and sat up.
he looked you up and down before smirking—god damn it—“well, what’s the matter, huh, little ’un?” you rolled your eyes and weakly shoved him, the shove barely moving him.
“i said it was nothing, didn’t i?” you groaned, but he doesn’t care.
“ah, f’god’s sakes, just let me take care of my babygirl…” he groaned, grabbing you and laying you on top of him. you tried to pull away to no avail, causing you to let out a mewl which made him chuckle—everything about him was irritating you in that moment: his baby blue eyes, his tan skin, his perfectly, oh so disgustingly perfect smile, and the softness with which he looked at you, his girl. you sighed, resting your head on his chest and stifling a sob, and he noticed, tangling his fingers in your hair, “shh, m’girl, tell daddy what happened.” you did, and even though it all came out as incomprehensible high-pitched, whiny rambles, he nodded as though he understood you—not just your words, but the language of your soul.
you eventually felt content, done venting. you sighed, wiped your tears, and looked up at him, and suddenly you chuckled. it wasn’t quite wry but not quite from happiness; you felt good—elvis always had a way of making you feel good.
and in your exhausted state, you needed him, needed him badly, and he could see that; after all, he knew you inside and out. his hand went down to your back, then to your hip, then to your butt, then to your thigh, causing you to feel slight tingles coursing through you—you hated that, you hated how easily he could get you in such a vulnerable state.
“baby, come on, you need to open up for me. how else can i keep you safe, huh, lil ’un?”—ah, the typical elvis double entendre.
you nodded slowly, turning around on his lap so he could unzip your dress, the slight friction causing him to groan, “fuckin’ tease, you are…” he said, unzipping your dress slowly but surely, “ah, m’girls wearin’ somethin’ fancy, hmm?” he said, observing your baby pink bra with lace detailing. your face heated up at his words as you expected him to unbuckle your bra, but he didn’t.
he linked his fingers underneath the clasp and pulled you backwards so that your back rested on his chest, as his hands, in a painfully slow manner, slid down from your cleavage to your ribs, to your belly, down to your pelvic bone, and under your skirt—and you arched into him, causing a giggle to escape him. “hmm, needy, ain’t ya?” he said, his fingers rubbing circles on your clothed cunt as you squirmed into his touch. he slipped one finger underneath the fabric and then inside you, causing you to let out a loud, high-pitched moan—and god knows he wasn’t going to be the one to silence those sounds—then another finger, then a third and final one, as he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. you lost yourself in his touch; incomprehensible words mixed with moans left your mouth drowned by his groans—the sounds almost pornographic.
he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on your dress, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness you felt and at the vulgarity of the action.
he rolled around so that you were now under him, and a surge of excitement crossed you.
he removed his pants, then his boxers, his erect cock springing out from them. he grinned, “y’ready m’baby?” you nodded, preparing yourself as he aligned his tip with your entrance, your wetness working as the perfect lube, and slowly—painfully slowly—he entered you, moans leaving your mouth as your mind became dazed, hungry for the man you loved so much.
slowly, he began thrusting in and out repeatedly, causing you to let out a strange sound—a mix of a scream and a yowl—with his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your hips. “mm, take it for me like a good little girl.” you nodded, continuing, and as you felt your climax approaching, he nodded, a silent signal that you could release yourself, and so you did—all over him—and soon after, he followed.

you both plopped down onto the bed with a sigh. he looked at your tired frame with admiration, the sweat glistening off your body and making you look like an angel. he hugged you slowly, “m’girl, you gotta be honest with me; i’m always gonna be takin’ care of you, aight?” you nodded, letting out a gentle mix between a whimper and a sigh as his body embraced yours.
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1969 *✧・゚:*




#elvis#elvis is my daddy#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#elvis the pelvis#60s elvis#elvis fans#elvis the king#elvis history#elvis music#aesthetic#vintage#coquette#tumblr fyp
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I should've known it was strange / You only come out at night...










...bleedin' me dry like a goddamn vampire.
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THIS HAIRSTYLE WAS LITERALLY MADE FOR HIM
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#cilla 💗💗💗#priscilla presley#elvis presley#priscilla movie#elvis and priscilla#elvis and me#lisa marie presley#50s#60s#70s#rock n roll#americana#king of rock n roll#vintage americana#born to die#elvis is my daddy#marilyn monroe#jfk#girlblogging#coquette#hyper feminine#tumblr girlies#this is a girlblog#2014 tumblr#lana del rey#cinnamon girl#lizzy grant#girl interrupted#miss america#lana unreleased
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#valerie and her week of wonders#female insanity#audrey hepburn#manic pixie dream girl#just girly things#lana del rey#girlblog#girlblogger#hell is a teenage girl#breakfast at tiffany's#lizzy grant#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lizzy grant aesthetic#lana how i hate those guys#lana is mother#elvis is my daddy
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your situation wasn’t quite as intense as I thought
#lana del ray aesthetic#girlblogging#coquette#lana del rey#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lana unreleased#spotify#elvis is my daddy#elvis the king#movies#female hysteria#this is a girlblog#this is what makes us girls#daddy’s babygirl#older man <3#older man younger woman
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#lana del rey#this is what makes us girls#lizzy grant#coquette#girl interrupted#female hysteria#elvis is my daddy#girls just want to have fun#maniac pixie dream girl#dream girl#ultraviolence
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#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#vintage americana#lizzy grant era#trailer park princess#honeymoon ldr#girlblogger#you can be my daddy#coney island queen#elvis is my daddy#nympette#cinnamon girl#hollywood legend#body electric#lana del rey vinyl#female hysteria#born to die#national anthem lana del rey#brooklyn baby#money is the anthem of success#ride lana del rey#ethel cain#this is a girlblog#just girly posts#lanalove2012
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elvis is the best,hell yes💋


#girlblogging#father figure#agere caregiver#coquette#oldermen#lana del rey#elvis is my daddy#daddy issues#angelicdolliegirlblog
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ꪆৎ .. I am guilty as sin for my biggest fantasy is to be the youngest girl at the front row of one of his concerts. be staring at him with my doe eyes and wait for him to notice me standing there, like an angel, and kneel infront of me to sing can't help falling in love while looking into my eyes.
then I'd ask him to marry me, and he'd chuckle —completely endeared— and ask the crowd if he should marry me. they'd cheer for it, and then he'd lean down to kiss me all sweetly and call me his wife through the concert.
<3 Then he'd take me backstage and wouldn't care that I'm just a teenager 💋
#elvis presley#elvis presley songs#elvis presley imagine#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis presley headcanons#elvis presley fic#elvis presley smut#hell is a teenage girl#girlblogging#girlblogging aesthetic#girlblogging era aesthetic#dollete#dollete core#dollete aesthetic#coquette dollete#angelic girl#angel girl#angelic core#angelic aesthetic#angel girl aesthetic#fawn angel#fawn angel aesthetic#fawn girl aesthetic#fawn girl#elvis is my daddy#girl rotting#girl rotting aesthetic#maladaptive daydreaming#maladaptive draydreaming aesthetic
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i'm begging any elvis girlies to send me requests for him!! i'll still be writing for "the outsiders," obviously, but elvis is the newest husband in my harem! :3
@iloveelvis2 @jhoneybees @atleastpleasetelephone
#60s elvis#elvis music#elvis the pelvis#elvis fans#elvis presley#elvis the king#70s elvis#elvis history#elvis presley fanfiction#elvis is my daddy#50s elvis#elvisaaronpresley#elvisedit#elvis presley x y/n#elvis presley x you#elvis presley x reader#elvis presley fic#elvis presley smut#elvis presely smut#elvis photos#elvis pictures#elvis purrsley#elvis x reader
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The blue sequin shirt *✧・゚:*


#elvis#50s elvis#elvis is my daddy#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#elvis fans#army elvis#elvis the pelvis#elvis music#elvis the king#elvis history#tumblr fyp#aesthetic#vintage#coquette
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Tropico 🌴💋
#girlblogging#coquette#lana del rey#born to die#gaslight gatekeep girlboss#girl boss fr#lana#lanita#lizzy grant#hot girl stuff#ave maria#paradise#gods and monsters#ride#americana#southern gothic#elvis is my daddy#Marilyn’s my mother#SoundCloud
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I present to you: Elvis in Charro (photos I took from the Elvis Files Volume 4 book, ignore any flash glares lol)
#elvis presley#elvisaaronpresley#elvis#elvis fans#elvis aaron presley#elvis photos#elvis history#elvis the king#50s elvis#elvis fashion#Elvis in charro#elvis is my daddy#please let me have a crumb#caught between he’s baby and i want him to be my baby daddy#daddy Elvis
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elvis presley !!
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