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I seriously, keep smiling and giggling

He's such a cutie!

Had me holding back squeals😩

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...My mind is else where

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"How could Elvis be so affectionate?"

He's got it from his momma. ♥

Happy birthday, Gladys! ♥

Gladys Love Presley (1912-1958)

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I've been thinking of making an Elvis inspired beaded bracelet!

So I'm a little stuck, what would be Elvis' colour scheme?

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Gosh imagine walking into your local clinic and getting to meet your doctor for your appointment and it's him-

Elvis Presley as Dr. John Carpenter in Change of Habit (Universal Pictures, 1969) — Dir. William A. Graham.

♥

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This is probably quite a shocker to some but I've never listened to 'Great Thou Art'

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It's lovely! I didn't really take much notice of this song until now and I'm surprised, I thought it was gonna be a nice, slow, magical, sweet little song like his other gospels like 'Milky white way' and 'Where could I go but to the Lord' which he certainly checked off those words but I wasn't expecting that big sound!

And is it just me or doesn't Elvis sound like an opera singer in this song?

Rating: 5.5/10 (I'd have to listen to it again and read the words to really get a grasp on the song)

Friday Elvis Challenge

Listen to ONE Elvis song that you've not heard before. Then reblog with your answer and your first impression of the song. It doesn't matter if you liked the song or not. ⚡⚡

That's it! Have fun with your discoveries. 💝

Here's mine:

This song was super groovy and Elvis sounded like he enjoyed singing it. I liked it.

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That lady is all of us right now🥺❤️

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AAAAAAAHHHHHH YES YES YES!!!🤭🤭

Just like I thought, you knocked it out of the park!! Girl, the subby behaviour- HOOOO🤌

CHEF'S KISS OMG

EEEEEEHEHEHEEEE

My happy brain dancing😚

if you talk in your sleep; 50s elvis x wife!reader ☁️🫣

summary: reader has been feeling something, for a whole while. Slowly, she hints at elvis, her freshly, new husband to help her in on it.

author’s note: hehe I haven’t been too present on here 😅 so I decided to write this out, an idea by my lovely love @jhoneybees. Elvis is pretty subby here in my opinion.

warnings: basically just finger sucking and humping.

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you’re too shy, too nervous…but that’s opposite of what you desire to physically play and do.

as you sit on the edge of the wooden, creaky bed but comforting, aloft mattress. All pretty and naturally shining, your soft, loved curls on your shoulders, in nothing but just your palm pink dress

you’ve never been this bold to wear your pajamas like this. And Elvis figured the same, you could tell by the look in his eyes as he walked into the room from the shower. His cheeks shiny and high, lips moist and fluffy, hair scruffy and damp.

there’s a silent moment where you and him are both just studying eachother. As your eyes roam around his figure, all slump in his baggy but well-fitted, blue and white stripped pajamas, you catch the growing pink on his cheeks.

“H-honey, what’s uh,” he can’t even function as he sees the obvious silhouette of your breasts smooshed against eachother that presses to the fabric of your sleeping clothes.

Without a time’s tick further, he’s on the bed, all laid out for you to play with. And you can feel that he wants to be played with too. Obvious from the hardening length that presses stiffly against his thin stringed pants.

“You know, Elvie, I’ve been wanting something…and you just haven’t been giving it to me.” You whisper out, straddling his hips with your thighs that trap and hug on him like a second skin. He furrows his eyebrows, lips open in a second as he lets out a strangled groan from the friction to his erection.

“w-what is it mama?, y-y-y-ya know I wanna take care of ya as best as I can, honest. Poke a needle in my eye, dagger in my heart-“ he stutters out, pulling up to his elbows and letting out a low hum from the hip movements against eachother.

you shush him swiftly by pressing your pretty digits, your middle and ring, against his lower, puffy bottom lip. the world goes silent as he glances down at your fingers, to your eyes that grow and darken with sexual desire.

Then you push them between his lips. The action both bolts somthing in your cores. The not wetness that swish around your finger tips, and the feeling of your salty but savory sweet digits that prod into his tongue.

he submits so easily. Not that he doesn’t already, but without further words and actions, he just completely submits to your account.

He connects with your eyes, his light blue eyes from innocent to lust pupils speak into yours, as he then lightly pulls pressure and sucks your fingers. Like a baby being nurtured from his mother’s breast.

the thought of your husband sucking your breast creates a vivid, hot image in your mind that has your hips randomly buck into his. The sensation has his mouth responding around your finger with a low hum that vibrates throughout.

“Y-you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? My beautiful, loyal, loving husband. Hm?” You coo into his ear, slowly sliding your fingers in and out of his lips. His saliva shines on your fingers, prettily complementing the shiny ring that lays prettily around your ring finger.

He nods vigorously, eyes fluttering close as his hips slowly rock into yours. Pressing his hard, hard cock that strains against his pants into your clothes pussy.

But that just won’t do.

You immediately shove back your fingers into his mouth, his eyes popping open with glossy developing tears from gag reflex. You pull your fingers back a little, only a little, to explain yourself with actions.

“Then listen to me, just keep your hips still. Let me do what I want, Mr. Presley.” You huff out gently, and he groans, furrowing his eyebrows as his tears fall down to the sheets and he nods fast. All of a sudden, needy.

pulling your hips back and then forth against his. Grinding completely as your cores touch, but with just a thin, tiny layer of clothing in the blocking.

his response is almost immediate. A moan rumbles in his throat as he can’t help but rock his clothed manhood that’s hard and probably a pretty, upset red.

It feels almost like the real thing, penetrating deeply into you like he did sweetly on your wedding night. Your virgin, tight hole swallowing him greedily and deeply.

his pretty blues roll to the back of his skull as you both move your hips in a matched rhythm. Sliding your fingers wetly in and out of his mouth, following your hips.

He’s not following the rules but who cares now? You both are in the middle of chasing a specific high that only desire can yearn and capture for.

then he cums, thick, steaming hot ropes splatter in his underwear that coats his pale thighs and pubic hair. He squeals and squeaks, stuttering his hips and completely slamming them in between his legs.

The feeling of his cock twitching harshly, wickedly and hotly under you has you orgasming so hard, curling your fingers on his tongue and smooshing your clothed vagina on his hard on. Wetting his center pajamas further by your sticky, deliciously wet orgasm.

if you talk in your sleep.

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HELLO SIR?

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Here's some pictures of our man <3

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So sweet💕

Many of you remember how Elvis would express his appreciation to the audience after every song he performed, emphasizing these magic words:  “Thank You, Thank you very much!”. The first lesson we can learn from Elvis is this: If we are in a service position (and aren’t we all?), the four most important words in our business are “Thank You Very Much.”  Excerpt from a "THANK YOU VERY MUCH, INC." post in its blog.

I decided to share this because it touched me to think about how Elvis influenced his fans, in life as a whole but also in the way some of them carry their business too. I just learned there's this business lady, Holly Stiel, that named her business - apparently - after one of Elvis' most famous words while a performer. She runs a consulting business in the field of concierge/customer service. I am really touched by the way she talked about what EP taught her, something she dedicates part of her life teaching others: Always show your appreciation to how others help you in any way they do.

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Legacy of Love I love that! Reading the texts made my night, how special Elvis was and IS💕🫂

#legacy of love 💖

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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

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Wittle tummy🥺

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And this is what I love🥺

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WOAHHH

Getting physical with Elvis?? Same here, say less

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Hi. May I request a mid 60s Elvis (1965ish) and female reader in which they have mirror sex. Detailed smut please and aftercare at the end. Thanks

Physical; 60s elvis x f!reader

summary: reader and elvis have some fun with their reflections, maybe a lil too much?

a/n: say less fam

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“Let’s get physical.” Was the last line he said in a husky, deep and sensual voice that tickled your ears, before he smacked you into his lap and posed you before a mirror.

“c-c’mon baby, let’s see you and lil elvie play now.” He whispers into your ear, his smooth bronze cheek that’s decorated with a thick brown shade, his sideburns that scrape against your neck.

taking your legs and parting them securely besides his own thick, tawny thighs, he smirks as your blushed cheeks are hidden behind your damp elbow and your most intimate parts lay upon eachother.

It’s a glorious sight, er to him. The swell of your ass sits right at his lower abdomen, your pussy folds that is with locks of pretty dark pubic hair. Just skin on skin with natural body hair. His dark blonde pubic hairs that shower along the base of cock and sit under you. His impressive length dribbles out bubbly syrup at the look.

“Doll, let’s get physical. Real physical. Let lil Elvis play, okay?” He whispers a soft plea against your cheek and you nod slowly. He bucks his hips and you jerk up, gasping. “I need words, babes.” He tsks and glances into your doll eyes in the mirror.

With flushed cheeks and soft eyes, you smile gently and nod consent, “yes, Elvis, I-I wanna play.” He smiles a cheeky lil toothy grin, then glaring back at your folds and his veiny, tan hands grip both of your thighs up, your feet dangling in the air.

It goes silent. As if the world stopped breathing, as you and him glare at his cock sliding wetly between your pink flushed skin, he lifts your hips up and his blue eyes darken with a stuttered breath as his tip nudges at your vagina hole, then slippering back up to your hooded clit.

You moan out softly, biting back a smile which he doesn’t approve of. Resting you back on his lap, he sneaks a hand up to unlatch your bottom lip from between your teeth an replacing it with his middle, and ring finger.

It’s all on cue. As you look at your own reflection, his fingers slide in between your pink lips while his massive cock slides into your vagina.

His bubbly and shiny tip disappears as does his fingers when he bottoms out and you gag lightly around his digits. “Ah fuck, hunny, now lemme play. I’ll play real good.” He whispers hotly against your shoulder blade, fluttering his eyes closed as he thrusts up with soft motions into you.

his fingers still follow, slipping in and out of your lips, becoming wet and shiny from your saliva. You feel his long, natural eyelashes brush across your back as he presses a damp forehead to your skin. Pulling out his fingers from your mouth, he wanders his sticky hand to smack harshly against your pussy.

You jolt and let out a strangled moan, motivating him to rub tight circles against your swollen button of nerves, as his hips become faster. He pants and groans, not even too long into sex, he’s already out of breath.

You flutter your eyes close too and let your head fall back, focusing on this feeling. As he deeply penetrates your womanhood with his penis, that twitches between your wet, pink gummy walls. You rock your hips against his wet fingers as you snap with his rhythm.

“F-fuck, m-m’almost there mama. G-gonna let me play wit ya? Play with this pussy as I want?” He asks with a gasp but a deep, guttural groan. You nod and moan out an evil whimper, “yes Elvis. P-please, do it.”

It’s all that it takes. Watching his length being shoved with your sticky juice on his thighs that make it shiny and slippery. He slams your hips into his, rutting into your pussy like some hormonal teenager that’s humping some damned pillow.

and you only clench so tightly around his girth cock that slips and shimmers out and in your pretty pussy.

One arm grips you in place as he works under you, so so hard for both of you to orgasm. His skilled fingers rub roughly but deliciously against your clit, only making you scream in pleasure

your music and instruments puts him in a haze that he cums immediately into your womb, and you feel all of him. His ball sacs slap against your vulva lips as his tip smooshes into your cervix and you milk his cock, orgasming right there, so filthy, his bubbly cream flooding into your womb and wet walls as he leaks out of your vagina and onto his own balls.

He pants and so do you, catching your breath. A small moment later he presses a soft kiss against the back of your neck and pats your thigh gently, despite his earlier rough fucking. “You okay, right mama? I wasn’t too hard, was I?” He whispers soothingly but also aware against your back.

you love this, even after whatever type of day you had or love made, he always asked how you felt after. You hum out gently, “I’m more than alright, baby.”

Physical.

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