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lvrdollep · 2 days ago

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1969 *✧･ﾟ:*

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elvisslittleegypt · 1 day ago

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Can you do something with daddy kink older Elvis spanking his good girl when she gets bratty?

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 : Elvis Presley x FEM!Reader

𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇𝓈 / 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 : daddy kink, spanking, legal age gap (reader is 19 and Elvis 41), mention of pain, p in v, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink, y'all tell me cause I'm too lazy to write it all 💀

“This ring on my finger is older than ya, y'know that?” Elvis's breath on the shell of your ear causes a chill to run up your spine, the weight of his statement making the heartbeat between your thighs thump twice as hard.

The cold metal of the aforementioned piece of jewelry almost stings against the slowly bruising plush of your ass, his slender fingers teasingly massaging your skin.

You can feel the tension in the air as he pulls his hand back, blindly anticipating the impact as you fight back the tears building in your waterline, the pain of your punishment starting to outweigh the pleasure you derive from it.

The bulge in his jeans digs into your tummy, letting on just how much he’s enjoying putting you back in your place. He looms over you for what feels like forever, the deafening silence only intensifying the urge to squirm in his lap in an attempt to tease his cock as much as possible, the angel and devil on your shoulders helping you weigh the odds of getting what you want if you do. Ultimately the angel wins, finding yourself too needy to risk losing your orgasm privileges for the night.

“Where’d my sweet little girl go?” He finally speaks, exaggerated disapproval lacing every word.

“I don’t know.” You whimper, the guilt of disappointing him finally setting in as you’re forced to sit with it.

“I know she’s somewhere in there, jus' have t'get past the brat.” He feigns sweetness before his tone takes a sinister turn, his hand coming down again quickly to lay several harsh slaps to your tender flesh, each hit alternating cheeks to give equal punishment to each side of your ass.

You grow more vocal, gasps and cries slipping from your lips despite how hard you try to keep them in. You can feel Elvis's cock growing even harder against your stomach with each cry, the sound only spurring him on further. He brings a firm hand down against your ass for the twentieth time, harder than the rest, making you jolt forward across his lap.

“y'think I’ve beaten the brat out of ya yet?” His free hand tangles in your hair, abruptly pulling your head back to look him in the eyes.

“Yes, yes! I’m sorry daddy, promise!” You plead, giving him the sweetest eyes you possibly can to drive your point home. His brow furrows as if he’s contemplating your answer, his features softening.

His hand gently massages your ass one last time, soothing your hot skin as he places a kiss on your forehead and releases your hair. “I really am sorry daddy.” You sigh as you shift to straddle his lap, resting your arms over his shoulders as his erection presses against your bare cunt through the fabric of his jeans.

“Y'know how ya can make it up t'me?” He asks, his hands slowly undoing his belt. You meekly shake your head, running your fingertips over the peach fuzz at the nape of his neck.

“By taking daddy’s dick deep in your sweet little pussy, babydoll.” He groans, pulling his cock out of his jeans and watching as you gently sink down onto him, finally starting to relieve the tension that had been building between the two of you all day.

Your head dropped to his shoulder, your train of thought diminishing with every inch he filled you up. it wasn’t until he bottomed out that he grabbed you by your cheeks, the look on your face telling him everything he needed to know.

The way you looked at him as if you didn’t have a brain, your eyes glassy and void of any emotion. you were truly, utterly cock drunk already. Elvis smiled, keeping his eyes trained on your face as he began thrusting into you. “this is what y'needed, baby hmm? needed me t'stuff this pretty pussy?” you mumbled a mix of nonsense in response, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Aww s'okay, y'don’t have t'make sense, baby..” Elvis continued thrusting into you, telling you how he was going to fill up your womb with his seed, making you the ‘prettiest mama Memphis has ever seen’.

“imagine that. carrying my baby 'round, being living proof of the filthy shit y'let me do to ya..” he shushed you when you cried out, his large hand rubbing your back soothingly as he pumped in and out of you. “yeah, let’s make that happen.”