#the king of rock n' roll

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Elvis Presley

~ April 8, 1972 in Knoxville, Tennessee 🧡

[halieghhh]

LAWD HAVE MERCY 🙂‍↕️

[adriheavymetal]

Dio 💯🎤🎼🤘🤘 14 years without him 😭🎤🤘 🎸🎼🎤🤘❤🎼

[nineteennineteenrootbeer]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

ᵉˡᵛⁱˢ ᵖʳᵉˢˡᵉʸ ۶ৎ

elvis presley; or, the man who stole your very heart.

it wasn't expected in the very least. elvis was an older man, and a very famous man. the papers would call him tame and gentlemanly, but he seemed nothing of the sort.

he could really turn it on infront of the photographers and journalists, obviously. he kept himself reserved and treated you with modesty.

oh but when you were left alone with him, he was a different man. he absolutely adored you, his hands on the curve of your hip while you make him breakfast. you knew exactly how to make it, it almost reminded him of his mama, and he liked that.

sometimes, he saw his mama in you. when you worried about him, especially. ever since losing her, it was something he absolutely craved, that tenderness. you gave him just that, the only thing that warmed his heart. when were his hands never on you? he always had to be touching you, showing you off.

becoming a rich, lavishly famous man overnight was something he never expected. hes lived in poverty all his life, and has never had this much money to frivolously spend. to frivolously spend on you.

showering you with diamonds and taking you to his huge home. he loved watching your face sparkle when he treated you this way. because, ofcourse, diamonds are a girl's best friend after all.

"you got's uh- the mail, baby?" he murmured, his face bruied in the curve between your neck and your shoulder. he could smell the perfume on you, even as the smell of fried eggs filled the kitchen.

"mhm," you murmur, your manicured finger coming out to point at the countertop, where heaps of letters and fanmail pile up. many of them had kisses stamped in red, pink, peachy orange, and purple.

it hurt your heart, and elvis knew that. that's why he went out of his way to make sure his baby felt loved and cared for, despite the attention he got from many women on tour.

"you ain't nothin' to worry about, 'ittle." he mumbled again, his nose tickling your neck as he let soft breaths out.

"'cause ah- ah only want you. only want my bestest girl," his voice was lazy and tired. but as you both swayed in the kitchen, nothing has felt more perfect.

[an-americcan-trilogy]

journalist: “I hear from a lot of people in the press court that you really are a shy, humble, wonderful human being. Do you agree with that?”

Elvis: “Oh I don’t know what makes them think that, I think, you know, this gold belt.” *laughs*

[that-hotdog]

Mhm 🤭🤭 and he still is. Every move he makes is a sight to behold.

[hooked-on-elvis]

[brianmccormicksmash52321]

Have this poster of all of Elvis’ albums. Happy heavenly 90th birthday, Elvis Presley! Not to mention your stillborn older twin brother, Jesse Garon Presley. After you died in 1977, I’m proud to have become one of your fans posthumously. Your legacy inspires generations of music lovers. It’s a shame that not even @priscillapresley was at Graceland to celebrate today or last year. I can only imagine it was in light of @lisampresley’s sudden passing.

Long live the King of Rock “n” Roll!🎂🙏🏻🎤🎸🪩🎥🎬🌹🥂

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Ann Margret and Elvis Presley🌷🌷🌷

Via @thereal60sbazaar on Instagram🌷

[foxieroxiehart]

My 50s husband 🎀

[dopescissorscashwagon]

Elvis Presley ❤️

📸 by Sandi Miller Photos

[halieghhh]

I am genuinely down bad for this man (literally)

[rosepresley68]

From here to the unknown (Memoirs)

This book arrived today... and I'm almost halfway through, my heart is broken, I'm angry with Priscila, I feel Lisa's pain, I want to get into the book and hug her until everything happens. 💔

[nineteennineteenrootbeer]

"𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧"

𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 | ¹⁵ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ..

DAY 5

tw ; smutty elvis content, fingering, oral f!receiving

"whaddya think about that, baby?" elvis asked coyly, his damn smirk not wiping away---not even when he's buried between your thighs like this.

elvis was always so smug when he did things like this. it's not like he was ugly, he knew he was far from ugly. sure, he was a humble man, but when it came to you? he loved showing off.

especially now.

he loved showing off his bedroom skills, making you squeal and try and squirm away from him.

tsk, tsk. squirming away from elvis? whi did you think you were? he patted your thigh, shaking his head against your pussy. the tickle of his nose made you jump, before he pulled away to speak.

"golly, you got somewhere to be? sit still and-and you just be a good lil' girl.."

he liked the way you quivered when he said that. he knew you liked that, so he dove back in and buried his face back in your core.

his tongue poked out on several occasions, plunging into you with no mercy. he laughed, muffled by your flower, at the noises you made.

"yeah, that's right. you're such a good lil' girl, aint'cha?"

he patted your rear, giving your plump thigh a bite before diving back in to eat you out.

this time, one of his meaty fingers had played at your petals, threatening to slip inside.

you jerked and hummed, your mouth falling open in the shape of an o as he slipped his finger inside.

immediately, he curled it, making you arch upwards. your noises were so tasty, and he could listen for ages. he could just watch you forever, you were such a pretty thing. all dolled up for him every night.

he felt his buldge become painful, but he reminded himself that tonight was all about you.

shadows of the snowflakes falling outside shone through the maroon curtains as the moonlight illuminated the dark sky, he pumped another finger inside of you.

"that's right, 'ittle. c'mon, baby, c'mon.." he encouraged desperately as his skilled fingers pistoned faster and faster into you.

"god, elvis!" you yelp, throwing your head back and basking in the feeling of him, right here, right now.

"c'mon, cum for me, dat's right. yeah, you be a good 'ittle baby.." he mumbled, suckling on your bud before pulling away and watching you release, convulsing around nothing.

his eyes were hearts, watching you come undone like this was his favorite thing.

[an-americcan-trilogy]

“Welcome Home Elvis” ౨ৎ

[foggycatgarden]