#e.p

[babydoll-888]

If you lookin’ for trouble you came to the right place

[elvisalltheway101]

I have a request for a fanfic🤭 can you write a smut fanfic about Big Daddy Elvis and reader where the reader really (really really) likes Elvis' belly and man boobs and is not afraid to show it? 🤭😭❤️

••••My Pretty Pretty Baby•••

summary: Elvis feels a lil insecure, so you make him feel better with kisses and sweetness.

author’s note: so I hope you like this! And whew, I was getting a little warm writing this. Not to mention, I was drooling over his jumpsuit outfits.

author won’t zip her lips: I was listening to this song while writing this, although the music video is goofy. The lyrics and harmony is gorgeous 🥰. Although this is a different language than what is heard around and about in America or probably wherever you are, Tongan is a beautiful language. It happens to be mine!

warnings: tiddy sucking, mommy kink, handjob, cum feeding and eating, pinching nipples.

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It’s just the roundness of his tummy that prods against the zippers of his jumpsuits. The way his chest is just round and squishy.

Your tongue flicks against his sensitive nipples faster, as your warm hand travels to massage and rub against his belly. His chest hair tickles against your sweet cheeks, becoming lightly damp with sweat as his chest rises and falls. He whimpers softly, his thighs chaffing together to try and relieve the ache in his pajama pants.

You unbutton his silky top, your nails dragging down his chest and onto his tum-tum. His thick, curly and dark hairs that cover and decorate his stomach tickle your fingers. Just when your teeth graze onto his bud, his pink little nub that’s now pressed between your hungry jaws, he gasps. As one of your hands continue to drag and itch across his belly, your other hand sneaks up to pinch and roll the other, neglected nipple of his.

“M-mama, o-oh, ah. S-shit.” He whimpers out, his blue eyes staring down into yours as he cradles your head gently. His southern accent so thick, the way he pronounces shit is almost like “sheet”, making your head feel fuzzy with love. You teasingly pop off his nipple and lean back on your knees to admire this masterpiece.

You lay your palms on your thighs with a pretty hum. He looks so damn beautiful like this. His chest and tummy now sweaty, his pretty locks of hair sticks to him with every breathe of air he takes. From his chubby, round apple cheeks, to his meaty thighs, you could just drool and cum at the sight. Your eyes stare down at his needy, aching cock that strains against his pants.

He flutters his eyes close, tilting his chin up to the ceiling and panting out, “m-mommy, p-please. M-m’need you. M-m’need your lips, y-y-your hands.” He groans and he flails his hands up to the pillows that surround and his head, smashing the fluffy pillow sacks to his face. “I need sumthin’!”

You smile and nod slowly, leaning down to untie and drag the waistband of his pants and rest your eyes upon his handsome cock.

His penis is hard as rock, curved with his tip that pulses against his heaving stomach. It’s a delicious, stimulating pink for the shaft, and a gorgeous red at the tip. His tip that peaks under his fleshy, foreskin. Although the top of his manhood is hidden slightly with only his shiny slit showing, you cannot miss the dripping mess that glistens on his girth.

You take his warm cock into your hands, and he lets out a sigh of relief. “T-thank you, mama.” He hums out with gratefulness. You lean down, nipping at his male, tender and squishy tiddies. He yelps, but immediately lets out a guttural moan when your thumb firmly swipes onto his tip. Letting out a faucet of precum down his shaft and sticky onto your thumb.

He whimpers softly and bites his bottom lip roughly. “M-mama, m-make me feel good. M-m-make me feel so good.” He begs out, fists flying to ball up the sheets til his knuckles turn white. You smirk, squeezing his cock tightly as you lean down to drag your tongue from his lower belly all the way up to either cups of his man tiddies. “What do you say, my pretty, pretty baby?” You whisper hot against his skin, nuzzling your face into his sweaty, wet skin between either tiddies. Engulfing yourself and inhaling his sweaty and salty scent and taste. The spicy, tangy taste of his moisture lingers on your tongue and you moan from just dragging your lips around each nub.

“p-please, please mama. Please make your predy, predy baby feel good.”

You smirk and nod, jerking and flicking your wrist deliciously around his cock as he lets out strings of profanity with whines and moans. Your lips travel hot kisses, adding on to the sweaty mess. Your teeth nip at his sweet, damp skin, loving the whimpers you can pull out of him.

His hips thrust once into your fist, jaw dropped and eyes flying to the back of his skull as his thighs tremble. Watching his back arch, and belly tighten with his body and chest hair that clings onto him.His cock pulses wickedly in your hand, thick and hot cream spilling out of him.

When he rests and finally catches his breath, you smile and release his softening manhood to bring your hand up to his lips. “C’mon my pretty baby, clean up after yourself.” You urge the back of your fist that’s covered in his semen, to his pink, plump lips.

He nods and closes his eyes, as he obeys and parts his lips to dart his tongue out. He laps up every sweet spurt of cum that came onto your pretty fingers. He rests his head back after a final gulp, and you smile.

“Thank you, mama.” ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• author’s note: I’m so sorry that it took a while to put this out so hopefully this was worth the wait 🫶🏼

[elvispresleywife]

Guys today I'm going to sum up everyone's mood....

I miss Elvis BADLY!!!! 😭😭😭 Can someone PLEASE invent time travel? 😭🤣

[burninlovebutler]

// things that play on a loop in my head

(not my gif)

[madelynpresley]

Happy Birthday E. We love you. 💗🥂🍾

January 8, 1935 - August 16, 1977

“And now the end is near

So I face the final curtain

My friend, I'll say it clear

I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway

Oh, and more much more than this

I did it my way

Regrets, I've had a few

But then again too few to mention

I did what I had to do

And saw it through without exception

I planned each charted course

Each careful step along the byway

Oh, and more much more than this

I did it my way”

[honeyimissjoo]

let the q begin

[bluekidchaos]

im not even kidding i am absolutely bawling my eyes out at the wedding dance montage scene in s7ep24 where they are all dancing with each other and emily is dancing with every each of them and you can just FEEL the way that every dance is a goodbye to the team and I WANNA SCREAM

[blindmanspuff]

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[w3stofficial13]

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[inouemnac]

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[mismatched-sockss]

Kiss it better

» Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader » Wordcount: 2,4k » Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, non-sexual nudeness and touching (except for maybe a short allusion but emily turns reader down), reader has female anatomy (breasts are mentioned), mentions of unsub beating up reader and the resulting injuries, reader takes unspecified pain medication, pet names (honey, my love, baby) » A/N: no detailed body description --- pls take a look here for more info about my reader descriptions in general

You tried to muffle the pained groan when you leaned into the shower to turn the water on, so Emily wouldn't hear. You didn't want her to worry her again. Still, not even five seconds later she slithered into the bathroom, almost slipping on the floor with her socked feet as she ran to the door.

"What are you doing?", she asked warily, her brows furrowed as she watched you like a hawk.

"Taking a shower?" You slowly turned to her and simultaneously started to unbutton your shirt. Your knuckles ached slightly from the movement, but the pain was not bad enough that you would have to stop.

"Yes, I can see that. Why are you doing it alone?"

"Because I'm a grown woman and can tak- ow!" Pain shot through your whole upper body when you shrugged the shirt off and moved your arm wrong. You tried to breathe through the pain and shot Emily a thankful smile when she helped you to fully remove your shirt.

She gasped when she saw the full extent of your injuries when she turned back to you after she threw your shirt into the laundry basket. She had been busy dealing with the Unsub and the local police earlier when the EMTs checked you, so she only knew what happend from what you told the team. This was the first time she saw the result of what the man had done to you.

Hotch had sent you to interview a potential witness, but when you knocked on the door the guy freaked when he saw your credentials. You fought with him but he got a couple of good kicks in once he had you on the floor.

Luckily you only had a couple of small wounds were the skin on your knuckles had split from the punches you were able to land, a cracked rib or two and a slight concussion. The big bruise that covered your right side looked really bad; it reached over half your stomach and your ribs up to your shoulder blade, shining in an angry mixture of different shades of red and purple.

As long as you moved with caution the pain was manageable so far and the bruises looked a lot worse than your injuries actually were. You could only imagine how bad it must look to Emily right now.

"Oh honey", she breathed out as she stepped closer. She reached out for you, her fingertips just barely touching the skin of your shoulder as she traced them along the bruise. Even though the bathroom had gotten warmer as it slowly filled with the steam from the hot water, her touch send a shiver down your spine and goosebumps started rising on your skin. "I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you."

You smiled at her as you took her hand between yours. "It's not your fault, okay?" You squeezed her hand and started to draw soothing circles on her skin with your thumb. "We had no way of knowing that Keller was the Unsub, when I left to interview him. And I was the one who insisted I would be fine on my own. Also, you already were halfway to the M.E.s office by then, so you wouldn't have been there either way."

"Still. Reid could have gone to talk to the M.E. alone. Then I could have gone with you." Emily raised her other hand to your cheek and softly stroked her thumb over your cheekbone. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

"I know, baby. But I'm okay." You crooked your head to the side as you leaned into her palm and rolled your eyes as you corrected yourself, because physically you were far from okay. "Okay, more like I'll live."

"You better...", she pouted.

You laughed and after she joined in, a sign that the tension was slowly leaving her, you leaned in to close the space between you both and kissed her.

Emily smiled when you parted and nodded her head to the running shower. "Let's get you cleaned up." She helped you to take off the rest of your clothes and then took off her own so she could join you in the shower. She insisted to do all the work and ordered you to "just stand there and look pretty."

The both of your stepped inside the shower stall and a deep sigh left your lips when the warm water hit your skin, immediately relaxing your tense muscles. The water pressure was light enough that it didn't hurt when it landed on your skin.

Emily reached behind you to grab one of the bottles and signaled you to turn around and face away from her, before she flipped the lid and squeezed some of the flowery smelling stuff into her hand. You closed your eyes when she started to shampoo your hair, her fingers gently massaging your head. She giggled when you hummed. “Feels good?”, she asked. You just hummed again and let your head fall back. When she was done with the shampoo, she unhooked the shower head and rinsed your hair out, then she worked some of the conditioner in as well. Every step - shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse - she softly massaged your scalp.

She proceeded to lather her hands up with shower gel. While she was doing so she planted a small kiss onto your right shoulder, right above the edge of your bruise. Emily's hands glided over your skin, washing your arms and your back, and she made sure to move over your injuries as softly as she could so she wouldn't hurt you.

By the time she made you turn back around, her touch had done much more to you than just washing your body. With a new portion of shower gel she started on your collar bones and worked her way down, over your breasts and stomach.

Your breathing quickened and you put your left hand on her waist to pull her closer. You tried to kiss her, but Emily turned her face away and chuckled. “Nope.”

“Mean”, you said and pouted. She kissed your nose before she bend down to wash your legs.

"I'm not being mean, but you are hurt. You'll have to wait until you're better, my love." She looked up at you and the sight alone - Emily on her knees in front of you and the way she was looking into your eyes, paired with her hands on your thighs - almost drove you insane. Like you said. Mean.

You groaned and rolled your eyes playfully. "Why do you have to be so responsible?"

"Because I love you and because I'm your boss."

"Just because you've been in the BAU longer than me, doesn't make you my boss”, you laughed.

Emily shrugged, a wide smile on her lips. "Tomato, tomato. It's pretty much the same thing."

After the both of you were done in the bathroom - freshly showered, bodies lotioned and dressed in comfortable clothes - Emily gave you some pain killers and sat you down on the couch so she could apply new bandages on your hand.

“It's really not that bad”, you said. She held your right hand in both of hers, examining your knuckles - split skin accompanied with light red bruises that were already turning purple.

She shook her head. “It's bad enough. Just let me do this, please?” Emily didn't wait for your answer, didn't even look up at you, before she dabbed some disinfectant on your knuckles; then she wrapped the new bandage around your hand.

“Okay”, you breathed out, giving in. You could tell she still blamed herself that you got hurt, heard it in the way her voice had cracked just now. If dressing your wounds and tending to your every needs would help that she felt better about it, you'd let her.

You didn't blame her. Or even Hotch. The only person at fault was Keller. But you knew, that if the roles were reversed and Emily would have gotten injured in the field while you weren't around, you would blame yourself as well. Probably even if you would have been around.

So you let her do her thing. You let her fix you something to eat, let her wrap you up in a cozy blanket and let her brush your hair. You would lie if you would say, that you didn't like it.

It was still early enough in the evening that you had time to cuddle up on the couch with each other and watch TV while sharing a tub of ice cream. Emily had you sitting between her legs, your back to her chest, so she could hold you without you having to lie on your side. One of her hands had found its way back into your hair, her fingers playing with your hair and untangling the knots that were back in your hair after she had brushed it earlier.

You had stopped paying attention to the TV a long time ago, fully focusing and enjoying her touch. From time to time you felt her planting a quick kiss here and there - the side of your head, your neck, your shoulder.

Slowly but surely it lulled you to sleep, you eyelids getting heavier by the minute. You adjusted your position, turning your head to the side to lean your forehead against her neck. Just when you were about to drift off, your hand slit off Emily's thigh and it collided with the empty ice cream container next to you. You jumped, not because it hurt your hand but because it had startled you in your half conscious state. Immediately after you doubled over in pain; which you regretted the second you did it as it only made it worse.

“Woah, hey, hey.” Emily grabbed your shoulders to hold you steady.

Tears shot into your eyes and you whimpered. It felt like your whole right side was on fire. Now with the sudden movement and since you had rested for a while, your more than sore muscles ached even more than they had before.

A sob fought its way out of your throat and before you knew it, you were full on crying. The crying didn't make it better: your head started to pound again, your side got worse as your body shook with every sob and when you started to hyperventilate your ribs violently protested against having to hold your lungs in.

Emily held you against her, making sure to not hurt you any further of course, and brushed the hair from your forehead. She stroked your hair as she was trying to calm you and she whispered “Shhh, it's okay... It's okay. Just breath.” into your ear over and over again. It hurt her, that she couldn't do anything to help you, to ease your pain. To take the pain away.

It took a while for you to calm down, until your breath evened out and your sobs stopped, only soft whimpers leaving your lips now. Emily asked you if she could get you anything and when you asked for painkillers, she sighed and kissed the side of your head. “It's too early to take another dose. I'm sorry, baby. We-”

“I don't care”, you cried. “Please...”

For a short moment she fought with herself. She wanted to help you, but you only had taken the last pill about two hours ago; the prescription said to wait at least four hours between doses. But with one look into your eyes, she dismissed all caution and nodded. If it only had been 30 minutes, it would have been a different kind of story. And not keeping to the advised time frame one time, shouldn't hurt.

“Okay”, Emily breathed out and carefully got up to get the medication and a glass of water. When she came back, she took a seat next to you and placed the pill in your hand. You took it and after drinking some of the water you gave her the glass back. “Thank you.”

“Of course”, she said and placed the glass down. “Why don't we get you into bed, huh?”

You just nodded. All you wanted to do right now was sleep. You were so tired. From the day, from the crying, from the pain.

“Do you want to go now, or do you want to wait a moment for the medication to work?”, she asked and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. God, you hoped the pain killers would work their magic quickly.

“Now please”, you said in a low voice.

Emily took your hand and helped you stand up, walking you slowly over to your shared bedroom. You stopped at your side of the bed, waited for her to pull back the blanket and then carefully laid down with her help.

“I'll be right back”, she told you, once you were all set. While she was gone, you closed your eyes and hoped, that your pain would stop soon. It had dulled a bit by now and lying down had helped your body relax. Right now, your headache was hurting the most in your body. Luckily it had stopped pounding in the rhythm of your heartbeat, but there was still a constant, sharp pain that felt like your head was about to split open.

You laid your wrist over your eyes - the bandage felt both soft and rough on your skin – and you kept it there, not moving it even when a soft clink on your nightstand indicated Emily's return; presumably with a fresh glass of water. You could hear her walking around the room and shutting off the big room light before she climbed into bed.

She softly touched your wrist and moved it away from your face so she could hold your hand in both of hers in between your bodies. “Are you feeling better yet?”

You turned your head to look at her, watching her pull your hand closer to her face and planting the softest kisses on your bandaged knuckles, one by one. You smiled at her. “A bit, meds are slowly kicking in, I think.”

“Good”, Emily said as she smiled back at you from behind your hand. “I'm glad. Try to get some sleep.” She sat up slightly and supported her weight on her elbow so she could lean down. First, she kissed your lips, then she planted a kiss on your cheek and one on your eyebrow.

“Good night.”

“Good night.”

[doll-elvis]

fan merchandise truly reached its’ peak in the 50s when Elvis came onto the scene

photos courtesy of “Elvis in Texas” by Stanley Oberst and Lori Torrance

[elvispresleywife]

Valentines Blues.

Ok, so today is Valentines day and that means....today I miss Elvis really badly(as usual). Now I miss him everyday all the time. For some people it's creepy, and weird. People ask "How can you miss a man you've never met?" or people say "You don't really love him, you can't you don't know him. It's just a crush" Explain to me the butterflies I get just by looking at his hands, or the absolute joy I feel knowing I get to come home, seeing him or reading about him, the way I absolutely gush and blush over every little movement of his, every twitch or blink. Every facial expression holds a special place in my heart. There's not one phase I love of his more than the others. The happiness and immense light he brings to my life, is unexplainable. I know it's love. It's so strong, and fierce....I can't explain it at all. I wish I could, maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad on the days I did miss him if I knew why I loved him so much? But fact is, I can't explain it. I love him. That's a fact. Think and say what you will, but I can't control it.

Today....is one of the days I miss him more than most. I've cried so much, just looking at a photo of him makes me cry. Any of his songs make me cry, I don't know why. I hate that I do. I should be happy he's in Heaven experiencing the peace he so desperately needed, but....I can't help but want to be selfish and question why he's up there instead of down here with me(us). I don't like that, and I feel guilty, he did so much and deserved so much, peace is the least he should get, for all he did. And yet....I want him here. With me. It's just so hard to miss and love someone you'll never meet until later on. And fact is, I know it's stupid and crazy but I feel like I know him, even though no one will ever know him really apart from the people who did and were closest to him, but I feel I do. His likes and dislikes I feel I could name off the bat, there's just some things I see or read about and go "Yeah Elvis would agree with that" or "Oh he'd hate that" or I'd watch a movie and I'd picture him laughing at something in it, and go "Oh he'd love this movie, it's exactly his humor!" and in fact sometimes I swear I can hear his laugh when I do, now I promise I'm not crazy! For example National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation is one movie I know for a fact he'd love. He'd be laughing and reciting so many lines from it all Christmas Holidays I just know it.

He was such a beautiful light. So intricately made, there's not a thing he did that didn't have some purpose. God absolutely knew what he was doing when he was making Elvis(Not that he doesn't know what he's doing already) but you know what I mean. I just....my heart constantly aches for him. It yearns for him. No matter what I do, he comes back to me somehow. I can't escape him no matter how hard I try. And as much as I love him being around, I don't understand why I I love him so much and so abundantly yet my heart hurts so badly. Everyone who met him says the photos did him no justice compared to the real thing....and if I'm in love with what I see on Instagram, or personal recounts, books, magazines, photos, interviews, videos, imagine how much I'd(we'd) love him in person? I just don't get it! Why do I love a man so much that is out of my reach? How am I supposed to live a normal life with this looming over me all the time?

I'm grateful for him of course! I could never not be with him now, but....it get's hard sometimes, when your heart exhausts itself over something you will never reach.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. I don't know if this made any sense at all (probably not) but hopefully this rant helped someone else out there! I feel like I annoy people sometimes so I'm sorry in advanced!

Thankyou for listening!

TCB.

[evilsatisfaction]

[elvisalltheway101]

Anything is fine with me. Also I have changed my mind recently about that 18+ stuff, I'm not so fond of it anymore. I want adorable Elvis

•All The Love In TheWorld•

summary: Elvis invites you over for giggles and fun, keeping cautious since his parents are next door. The night only seems to bring out emotions and soft loving.PG

author’s note: I’m so sorry hun for taking so long on this! I was writing this in and out, and would always delete and rewrite. I just didn’t like how any of them came out, so there’s definitely hecka takes and drafts out there 😭.So my apologies, I hope you enjoy this!

author’s note: this inspired “all the love in the world.” And like I always write and remind, that if you don’t like it then just tell me and I’ll gladly rewrite another little thang! Don’t be afraid or shy, it’s alright. My writing isn’t all that, I’ll admit 😅

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It was so nice back then. When the sun was always shining and you and Elvis would play catch or football until your shirts and knees got scraped and dirty. Only to be scolded later on for getting such nice clothing filthy.

It was definitely not like that now. Nowadays you had to check in through a whole process. Going through unnecessary systems to make out that you had a true relationship with Elvis.

Walking and bumping through the hundreds and hundreds of girls that would wait and tap along his home door. Well maybe not hundreds and hundreds, but it was definitely tough. Even though it was tough on you,

you could only imagine how Elvis felt with this such new fame.

but all that seemed to fade away, as your dear lover dragged the eyeliner pencil across your eyelid. He lets out soft hums of satisfaction, although your eyes are closed, you can just tell that his cute little face was relaxed and focused. Those plump lips parted in determination.

You ask, with a raise of your brow, “how’s it looking?” When his hands finally pull away, you flutter your eyes open and smile softly. Only to be met with a boyish grin and shrug of those soft, meaty shoulders. “Hunny, somehow, you look the same.” He snickers and shrugs.

You furrow your eyebrows and immediately whip your head to turn into the mirror. “What? How’s that-“ you begin to quip when you see yourself and he quickly shakes his head and laughs. Pulling you onto his lap in a swift motion. He caresses you into a big bear hug, filling your nose, along with smooshing your face as well into his chest, with his musky, spicy cologne.

“Sugar, ah mean, beautiful. Yuh look beautiful as always, and somehow you still do with all the smudges and lines of black liner I put on ya.” He hums, nuzzling his lips onto the top of your head, drowning himself into your sweet strawberry and almond milk scented hair.

You burst out into a giggly fit, wrapping your arms around his smooth waist and smiling like a dork. He laughs along with you, picking up your chin to drag his thumb on your rosy pink cheeks. Then his giggle dies down, but that boyish smirk is still played onto his lips.

He presses his slender finger onto your lips and looks into your eyes. Those bright blue gaze into yours, “pillow, ya’s gotta be more quiet. Ya know my mama and daddy’s in the room next door.”You nod understandingly, planting your palms on either side of his lap and then smashing your lips to his.

You can stay like this, forever and ever. Young in love, in your boyfriend’s arms and lay on his jiggly thighs while you kiss him. But you know that you’re asking a lot there, life is life. It’s not easy, and another thing that’s just as hard is: love.

When you finally break away and resume smiling, he whispers and asks, “wanna play last card, or monopoly? Or hmm, something else?” He raises one perfect brow, and looks down at you.

You shake your head and caress his cheeks into your soft, dainty hands. “No…not right now.” You smile softly, looking into his eyes. You wanna take in this moment, almost record it to be a forever vivid vision.

he giggles and rolls his eyes, bringing up his hands to squeeze your hands to his face and sticking his tongue out. He darts his eyes cross and snickers, “ya jus’ scared I’ll beat ya at last card. Like I always do.”

You scrunch your nose and playfully pinch his cheeks and pull back. “No, I just wanna lie with you…I never get to do that alot with you nowadays.” You admit softly, and he nods slowly.

There’s a little pause, when Elvis dips his head down with pursed lips in realization. “Yeah…w-we can do that too.” He looks up with a small smile and soft eyes. “We can always do that.”

When you and Elvis finally tuck into bed. There’s only both of your soft breathing to be heard, and the snore of his parents’ that go on in the other room. The thin wall isn’t much of a divider, not really muffling any sounds, but eh. Who cares now?

Elvis rests his soft chin into your neck, with one arm hugging your waist that is decorated with your ruffled and scrunched, light pink night dress. And his other arm bends above your pretty little head, as his hand gently runs his fingers through your locks.

“It’s hard, y/n. I just…I don’t think I-I’ll find anyone else in this world that loves me as much as you, my mama, and my pops does.” He whispers out in the air, leaning down to press a warm kiss on your cheek. “And that’s fine with me.” He smiles against your face and then buries his nose in the crook of your neck.

You hum and smile to yourself, blushing like a mad woman and reaching a hand up to tangle into his hair, “That’s fine with me also.” You let out a soft giggle, and then shift to turn on your side and face him.

It’s an intimate and beautiful moment. Where you feel the hot breath of his against your face, and his hooded lids that shelter his navy blue orbs. His sharp and fine nose that’s pointed down at you. You smile and you snuggle into him more, gliding your cheek against his freshly smooth and shaven one.

“you deserve all the love in the world. All the good, the great…you deserve it all, Elvis. You really do…and I’m gonna give it to you. I’ll give you the world, E.P.” You promise firmly and close your eyes, leaning your forehead to his sweet lips.

“I promise.”

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I hope you enjoyed. I still didn’t really like this but I wrote, I felt that I could’ve added more detail or something. I don’t know, but something was missing. If you find out, maybe you can share and I’ll be willing to fix this up!