#elvisaaronpresley

[aliengoth3]

New unseen video of Elvis and Lisa at Graceland in 1971 during Christmas

[halieghhh]

»»————> “My darling, my darling. You were the first in line.” <————««

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- SIDE NOTE -

•Hello!! My apologies for not posting for a little minute, I’ve been busy lately but I’m trying to get into posting more!! I’m catching up with schoolwork and whatnot at the moment so the posts may be a little behind at times but that’s okay!!•

[elvisbooty76]

[epsdoll]

Can you write early 70s Elvis smut? If possible can he be a sub?

a/n : hi anon !! thanks for your request !! sorry this is like TOO short but i didn't have any "plot" in mind, and ur request wasn't detailed :( so, hope u like it angel !! mwah xx

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘

pairing : 70s!sub!Elvis Presley x dom!FEM!Reader

triggers/warnings : p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, mention of slight overstimulation, sub/dom dinamics

Your thighs burn with the effort, but you don’t stop. You won’t. Not when Elvis looks like this. With his head thrown back, eyes fluttering, jaw slack, sweat gleaming on his chest in the low light. His hands are digging into your hips like he’s trying to tether himself to reality.

He's just so pretty.

He’s so deep inside of your clenching walls it’s obscene, your moans echo every time you slide down the full length of him. Thick and hot and pulsing inside you, twitching like he’s already on the edge. And you haven’t let him go anywhere near it yet.

“Please—honey, I—I can’t, I’m gonna—” he gasps, the words catching in his throat like they hurt to say.

You press your palm flat against his chest and pushing him down onto the mattress further. “Shh,” you soothe, rolling your hips, slow and deliberate. You feel every inch of him dragging against your walls, your slick making it easy to slide—wet, filthy sounds echoing in the space between your bodies.

“You’re bein’ such a good boy,” you purr, leaning forward to brush sweaty hair from his face. His breath hitches when your fingers run through it, when your nails lightly graze his scalp. He whimpers—whimpers—and it shoots straight through you.

"Your cock feels so good, El," you murmur. "But I wanna hear how bad you need it. Tell me."

His hips twitch up involuntarily, driving himself deeper. He’s a mess, eyes unfocused, face flushed, mouth working but barely forming words.

“Need it—fuck, I need it so bad,” he babbles, voice cracking as his thighs shake beneath you. “I been holdin’ it—don’t think I can—can’t—please, lemme come, honey, please."

You clench around him on purpose and he howls, hips jerking up hard enough to bounce you. But your hands are on his chest again, holding him down, keeping him under you, under control.

“Just hang on, baby.” you whisper. “You don’t come until I say. You wanna be good, don’t you?”

“Yes—fuck, yes—your good boy, I am, I am, I’ll be good, I swear—” His voice breaks off into a sob, and you swear you feel his cock throb harder, soaked in your slick, so damn hard it’s twitching inside you with every beat of his heart.

You watch him tremble, every muscle drawn tight like a bowstring. His hands are gripping you like iron vices, and you revel in the thought of him leaving bruises along your hips and thighs.

And you know he’s at the edge—has been there for a while. He’s panting, moaning through clenched teeth, his cock stretching your walls perfectly as it twitches inside of you.

So close. So damn close.

You slow down to a grind, hips circling, pressing your clit against the base of him. His head drops back with a raw groan. “Please,” he begs again, voice wrecked, throat gone.

“Okay, big boy.” you whisper. “I wanna feel it. Let me have it, Elvis. Come inside me."

And just like that, he breaks.

His whole body arches off the bed, back bowed, a strangled cry ripped from his chest as he finally, finally spills inside you: hot, thick pulses flooding you so deep you feel it in your gut. His cock jerks hard with each wave, and his hands grip you even harder than before.

“F-fuck—fuck—” he chokes, forehead pressed to your chest now, tears prickling the corners of his eyes from the sheer force of it. He’s blubbering again, incoherent, whispering your name like a prayer between broken breaths.

You stroke his hair, slow and gentle, grounding him while he comes down. His heart’s beating so fast against your body, his chest rising and falling like he’s just survived something.

You press a kiss to his temple. “That’s it,” you murmur. “Feels so good, you're so good, El. Settle, settle, shh...”

And all he can do is nod, eyes closed, arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go.

[kawaiiwitchy]

Doll trend 💕🎀🍪🧸

More art on my Insta ⬅️

[elvisvideos]

Part 4 of 6. Johnson City, Tennessee. March 17, 1976. Songs in this clip: And I Love You So, How Great Thou Art and Love Me Tender.

[editslovejazzy]

Austin butler when he doesn’t sound like Elvis

[presleyslilbaby]

As absolutely sexy as this picture is, genuinely just wanna cry in his arms.

Never getting over this picture, it always kills me. Steaming-hot, exhaling sex appeal, dead-drop gorgeous Elvis. Too much!

[presley4president]

Me core:

[foreverlovingelvis]

Is there any fics of elvis giving or receiving hickeys?? (Also is there actual irl stories of it?? Cuz i made a draft bot of it but I dunno if I should make him disliking hickeys or liking them, so is there irl stories of him and hickeys)

[oldnessismyobsession]

THESE PICS.

[lustnhim]

manspreading 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

inspired by a post i saw on tiktok. i just climb right between them and lay down on his thighs :( ugh, cute baby.

[halieghhh]

- VERSE OF THE DAY -

Philippians 4:13 NIV - “I can do all this through him who gives me strength.”

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[elvisbooty76]

[epsdoll]

50s elvis can NAAWTT take a blowjob. bro tears up a little

god forbid he looks down at you

oh ABSOLUTELY not.

the first time he saw you on your knees for him, he thought he was gonna cum right then and there before you even started.

i feel like he’d be pretty sensitive as is, so having you in a position like that— your sole focus on pleasuring him, and him alone— would KILL him. he’d have a fistful of your hair in his hand to keep himself grounded, and he’d be practically panting over how amazing your warm, velvety mouth felt around him.

he’d tilt his head back, staring up at the ceiling absentmindedly, or squeeze his eyes shut in an attempt to avoid direct eye contact with you because he’s convinced that he wouldn’t be able to last if he saw you down there; one glimpse of your lips stretched around his girth, taking him as deeply as you could? he’d be completely done for.

i think he’d definitely get a little eager at one point and start to fuck your throat a bit, maybe you just hit one spot that made him react with a little snap of his hips. you’d gag from him hitting the back of your throat without warning, and only then would he look down— mainly out of concern because he realized he was practically choking you out with his cock for a minute there— and boy did he immediately wish he didn’t look.

the view of your now watering eyes staring up right into his own, the hot tears beginning to stream down your flushed cheeks, and the glistening streams of drool dripping down the corners of your lips and off your chin was enough to do him in.

the absolute raw, pathetic whine that would escape his lips (that would most likely embarrass the fuck out of him) as his cock twitched in your mouth, right before letting his warm seed spill down your throat would be enough to make you dizzy.

[lvrdollep]

1969 *✧･ﾟ:*