island girl; late 60s elvis x islander fem!reader ☁️
summary: elvis and his lifestyle with his island girl.
author’s note: soooo, I decided to give my brown ppl such as I, a little light life with the man so here we go also he loved hawaii and the hospitality????? he would love my polyies and land 🤭 this is revolving more around Tongan language and culture bc uh that’s all I know- I haven’t written anything in forever too so 🤷🏻♀️
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Elvis loves your hazel, tawny skin that shines radiantly in both moon and sunlight. He loves your chubbiness most especially.
As he craddles you in a spoonful in the silky white sheets, he grins widely to himself when he runs his palms to your flesh and fluffy edges. His blue, adoring eyes looking into your brown, loving eyes that elaborate your heritage and proudness.
he loves especially when you would have to do a dance for a special occasion. The oil that shines and glimmers on your skin, the green, leafy vines that band to your wrists, and your traditional costume has him smiling without even knowing.
The way your body sways precisely and so accordingly to the music as your wavy, brown hair move in ocean waves along with your pretty dance. It’s mesmerizing.
Your giggle and dimples give him a whirly head as well. He loves caressing you in every way, so sensually. Your brown skin beneath his makes him forget everything and everyone. Just so in love.
Being with you has also made him explore and open to trying new things. The language, food, drinks, all of it.
his accent wouldn’t be any help when you’d teach him how to say some basic words. “Ofa.” You chirp sweetly as you giggle and watch as he raises a brow and repeats it slightly. “Opha?” He whispers gently, glancing into your eyes with curiosity. His voice makes evident of the word, he said it right but it’s too evident. It’ll have to do.
You shrug and sigh playfully, nudging him. “Close enough, atu” You laugh gently, finishing the lesson and then roll your fingers into his jet black hair. He quips and scoots closer to you, and your thick figure. “And what’s that ‘posed tah mean?” He smiles cheekily and looks up at you.
“It means I love you.” You smile gently and genuinely, hugging him tightly to your plump chest. He smiles and giggles nearly uncontrollably from flattery, and hugs back into your coconut fragrance, so soft and warming embrace.
island girls.
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@your-nanas-house (ahh I’m not too sure if you wanted to be tagged in this genre/topic of writing, if not, ill keep in mind for the future!)
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Who'd have thought the softie was also soft on the outside
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