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[thecooleralessa]

Hi hi so when you tweeted '“i wish elvis knew...” mf he knows. he loves you.' Like I felt like a weight I never knew I had was lifted, it made me feel so much better. Idek about what, maybe all the sadness I've been harbouring on his behalf, like you really released me that day but I'm shy and couldn't say on Twitter. So thank you so much, because you're a right, he does know. And he sent you to tell us! All the love 🖤xxx

hi, sweet anon! you made me cry so much with this message, you caught me off guard 😭

thank you, thank you so much for your sweet words. i feel so happy i made you feel better somehow. i hope you’re having an amazing week 🫶🏻 i love you! 🤍🤍 Xx

[thecooleralessa]

Hi! I was wondering if you can do a SUB!elvis story again? I really enjoyed the last one.

I was wondering if you could do one where Elvis was mocking your moans but you showed him that his was worse if that makes sense?? Idk how to sentence it properly it i hope you understane😭😭

I love your stories!!!

hi anon! thank you so much for your request, and don’t you worry, i got it!! i appreciate all the love, thank you so much! hope you like it. 🤍

nowadays has been a little difficult for me cuz i’m struggling with writer block :'), so i sincerely apologize if this one is bad or just too short. i’m seeing the other requests and i pinky promise i’ll work on them soon. thank you!

the first rays of sunlight lit up your room. the dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. a warm and lazy sunlight lights up your vision, making you whine with the sudden light. you tried to move so you could face elvis, but he was holding you tight, his arm kinda squeezing your waist.

“good mornin’,” he kissed your ear, making your skin prickles.

“you were already awake, babe?” you asked, receiving a lazy ‘uhuh’ from him. “why didn’t you get up then?”

“i was waiting for you,” he sniffed your messy hair. “you look like an angel when you sleep, mama.”

you felt your cheeks burning as you adjusted yourself on the bed, touching his hand as you closed your eyes again.

“i missed you so much,” his voice was husky, making your belly feels funny.

“what do you want, elvis?” you jokily asked him, giggling a little, but he was dead serious. he burried his face into your neck, leaving love bites behind, as his hands traveled through your waist and abdomen.

“i want you,” he whispered on your ear, making you moan softly. he giggled a little, his hands stopping on the edge of your shirt. “do you want me?”

you nodded, too shy to say it. he pulled your shirt, making you squirmed with the cold air hitting your soft skin.

“i love when you go to sleep without your bra, honey,” he smirked against your skin, his warm hands squeezed your breasts. “makes my job easier.”

you both giggled a little, and you moaned louder as he squeezed your breasts harder, pulling your top completely. “elvis...” you whispered.

“say it to me,” he husked. “say you want me.”

“i want you...” you trembled. “please elvis, i want you.”

he seemed satisfied, his hands entering your pants in a second, touching the soft texture of your panties. you moaned out loud.

“look at you,” he howled. “i didn’t even touch you and you’re moaning like a slut on heat. how pathetic.”

you felt shockwaves through your whole body; you loved when he praised you, that was true, but you couldn’t deny the good feeling when he called you a slut. you bit your bottom lip, rolling your eyes.

“you do the exactly same thing, and even worse than me,” you smirked as your felt holes into your skin, elvis staring at you hungrily.

“is that so?” he asked, and you nodded, looking at him, eager.

“wanna bet?”

“go for it then, little girl.”

you quickly turned around, pulling elvis to a heated kiss as you topped him, making sure he wasn’t going to react so quick. you took off his shir, then both of you took each other’s pajamas, totally baked now.

at first it was innocent; just both of you giving each other some love. elvis squeezed your ass, and to respond you pulled his sensitive nipples, making him squirm.

and then, adjusting yourself, you let elvis’s cock slide inside you, feeling his length screaching you out. you breathed heavily while elvis moaned, finally feeling your wetness meeting his hard cock felt like heaven to him. he bit his bottom lip, his hands going to grab your waist to help you, but you smaked both of his hands.

“keep your hands by your side, don’t touch me,” you commanded. elvis whined in response, but he made your wish. “look at you... such a good slut. so obedient for me.”

he moaned out loud, feeling embarrassed in the next second, looking away with his cheeks dark red. you left out a loud chuckle. “i fucking told you, didn’t i?” you said.

it didn’t take long for you to start riding elvis. you weren’t bouncing yet, just going back and forth. the feeling was delicious, but you kept your posture; elvis, however, was dizzy for more friction. his dick twitched inside of you, pulsing, even. elvis started to slowly wiggle his hips, trying to make you truly ride him.

“you want that so hard, huh?” you asked, making fun of him, while he dumbly noodles at you. you swinged your hips more, making him sees stars. “say you want it.”

“fuck, mommy,” there it was, that sweet nickname. you loved it so fucking much. “please, i want it. please, i want it so bad... i’ll be good, i promise.”

“good,” you howled as you started bouncing around him, both skins slapping against each other, the wet sound being embarrassingly loud, but both of you didn’t care.

“fuck, mama,” he squirmed. “fuck, that’s so good. please, please, keep going...” he said as he proceeded to moan again. you simply giggled as you continued your moviments, going faster each second. he closed his eyes shut, trying his hard to not touch you as you commanded earlier.

“look at me,” you said. elvis opened his eyes lazily, his face red. you started to play with your breasts, pulling your nipples with strength, making yourself good while riding him. “i want you to see.”

“fuck,” he almost cried out. “don’t do this to me, mommy, lemme help you, please.”

“oh,” you shocked your head, smirking. “you look like a dog, elvis. all wet, whining, with this puppies fucking stupid eyes looking at its owner, you know that?”

elvis moaned once again with your moviments as he didn’t take his eyes off you, watching all of you, begging to be a little touchy. instead of a yes, you slapped his face, making him cry out.

“you’re gonna get everything i give you and your fucking mouth is gonna be shut, did you get it, pet?”

“yes, ma’am,” he whispered as his eyes got watery. your moviments were getting faster, elvis couldn’t stop moaning.

“good,” you squirmed. “so fucking good...” you started to slowly lose your posture, feeling your orgasm building up, your legs shaking.

“mommy,” his voice was needy, you looked down on him. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum. please, let me cum inside of you, please!”

“fuck, elvis...” the idea of cumming inside always made you feel so good, it was dizzy. “okay,” you nodded. “cum inside of me, pet. fuck— fuuuckk!”

you screamed your release as your body felt overwhelmed for a few seconds, too sensitive. elvis came right with you, breaking your order by staying with his hands besides his body, grabbing your waist roughly while he released himself into you, filling you up.

“holy shit,” he moaned as his whole body felt weak. “holy shit babe, that was...”

“amazing, i know. you’re welcome.” you both chuckled a little. you pulled yourself off him as he helped you to lay besides him. the bed shelf was a completely mess, but both of you didn’t care.

“you moaned like a slut on heat more than me,” you said.

“shut up.” he smaked your arm playfully, then both of you laughed about the situation.

[thecooleralessa]

i made y’all... something. 🤭

50!elvis my beloved!!

btw, i’m seeing all the requests and i’m working on them! thank u all for the requests, i’m loving them so far. :)

[thecooleralessa]

How do you think Elvis would comfort you when your sad?

thank you so much for the request bestie 🥹, this one is so cute!! 🤍

to start: elvis would be hella worried about you. he would want to know everything that happened and would get super angry if someone messed with you.

elvis is a very good listener; he would listen to you talk/vent carefully, paying attention to you all the time.

if you prefer not to talk, he would just hug you tight, muffing your face on his chest.

snacks!! he would bring you a lot of chocolate/candys/ice cream/food in general for you.

he would take you out to the movies/cinema so both of you could relax together.

elvis is a major cuddler!! that man would hug you tight as he pats your head, whispering praises and nice words on your ear. he would sing a little song for you while cuddling as well, if you ask him.

“c’mere babe,” he would say to you, grabbing your hand softly as he turn the jukebox on, starting a slow dance with you. he would stare at you all the time, patting your cheeks softly as he keeps saying that everything will be okay.

“nothing in this world can hurt you, y/n. not while i’m here.”

lingering, warm kiss pressed against your forehead all the time :)

that man LOVES to spoil you. he would buy you something nice, maybe some clothes, maybe a candy or even would give you a mount of money and say, “let’s go buy yourself something pretty, little mama!”

[thecooleralessa]

Hey, for your lovely comment on my drawing

big kisses for you!! 🤍🤍

[thecooleralessa]

what a beautiful, beautiful drawing! i loved this so much. such a good art style, good job!

When things go wrong, don't go with them.

Elvis Presley

[thecooleralessa]

(•⁠ᴗ⁠•)ᅠᅠwelcome to my world. ♡

— if you feel into my account, hi and welcome! i’m alessa, i use all pronouns and i’m terrible at introducing myself. i’m a huge elvis fan, so i’m just trying to demonstrate this love for him with writing! i’m kinda new at it, but i hope y’all can enjoy. i love to make new friends, don’t feel awkward or shy to send me a message, i’d looove to interact with all of you! also, if you want to, consider following me on twitter, @freakyyalessa, i’m more active there. 🤍

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— i'm always open for requests, especially because i can't think anything original, lmfao. but please have in mind that i may take a while to finish the request.

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— i’m very used to write fem!readers, but i’m trying my best to improve so i can write male!readers or even gender neutral. hope y’all understand.

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— i’m a very open mind person, specially because i’m always happy to try new things, but there’s things that's just... a big no for me. hope y’all understand. :’)

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won’t write list:

gladys presley’ death (it may get mentioned, but i won’t write it with so much details);

elvis’ death (it may get mentioned if we’re talking about a time travel fic, but yeah, you got the assignment);

heavy drug use with details (i may write softer drugs using, like weed, etc. elvis’s addiction to medication may get mentioned as well);

non consensual sex (even if it’s roleplay), rape, etc;

NSFW (not safe for work) age regression, sexual themes/context/elements towards it, etc.

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who i wrote for:

elvis aaron presley (you can always imagine austin!elvis instead);

elvis’s characters (from his movies);

austin butler.

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Started ; October 14th, 2022.

Last Uptaded ; October 30th, 2022.

please, always make sure to read the warnings and the author notes (a/n) before getting into the fics in question. thank you and enjoy!

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🧸 = fluff

❤️‍🔥 = smut

💀 = angst

🫂 = hurt/comfort

⚠️ = potential trigger content

elvis presley fics. (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)

ONE-SHOTS (above 1K).

dirty, dirty feeling | ❤️‍🔥 | bottom!elvis x top!fem!reader | you’ve been trying to convice elvis that both of you should try new things in bed, especially the ideia of him being a bottom. he was awkward about it, but his own body betrayed him when the thought of you railing the absolute shit out of him came to his mind, so he agress.

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DRABBLES (1k or less).

for mommy | 🧸 | little!elvis x caregiver!fem!reader | age regression imagine.

naughty boy | ❤️‍🔥 | sub!elvis x dom!reader | requested by anon.

elvis’s characters fics. (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)

coming soon. request me!

austin butler fics. (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)

coming soon. request me!

[thecooleralessa]

dirty, dirty feeling.

pairing ; bottom!elvis x top!fem!reader.

summary ; you’ve been trying to convice elvis that both of you should try new things in bed, especially the ideia of him being a bottom. he was awkward about it, but his own body betrayed him when the thought of you railing the absolute shit out of him came to his mind, so he agress.

word count ; 2k (specifically 2.424, how satisfying).

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warnings ; smut!! oral (f. receiving), using of dildos (imagine those things existed back then, okay? 😪), a LOT of dirty talk, mommy kink, degradation kink, face sitting, spanking, handcuff, elvis being humiliated and loving it.

author notes ; i’ve seen a lot of top!elvis fics around there, they’re all good, but i think it’s time to elvis have some fun 🙈. you can imagine austin!elvis if you want to. first time writing degradation kink btw. i feel this one was kinda rushed, so sorry!! english is not my first language but i tried my best, please be kind. hope y’all enjoy this one! the gif is not mine (but it made me feel things 😩, thank you kara for your service).

“are you comfy, hun?” you asked as you handcuffed elvis, standing besides him, trapping him into the bed. his face went darm red, making him broke visual contact. he whispered something, but you didn't hear. “what you said?”

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“yes, y/n,” he said it again. “‘m comfy.”

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“someone’s mad,” you playfully sang as you made fun of him. he muttered in response as you giggled. “don’t you worry babe, i assure you you’ll enjoy it. just go for it, okay?” you kissed his cheek. “do you trust me, sweetie?”

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“yes, babe. i do,” he answered, weakly smiling.

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“before we get into the fun part,” you whispered in his ears, his skin prickled by your suddenly hot breath on his ear. “if you want me to stop, just say it and i’ll stop, okay?”

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“you gonna fuck me or not?” he muttered, messing with you. he smirked, but he quickly noticed how pissed you got by his comment. you responded by opening elvis’s legs apart, exposing his naked body to the cold air suddenly. he moaned, his cheeks went dark red.

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“you’re that eager for me, babe?” you smirked. “just don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

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“shut up,” he whispered, feeling embarrassed. you giggled as you search for the drawer, taking a bottle of lupe inside. his eyes were wide open, carefully watching every inch of you.

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you carefully opened the bottle, spreading the creamy liquid on the big dildo you were wearing.

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“enjoying the show?” you asked, catching elvis off guard, making him blush harder. the dildo was shining thanks for the lupe, so you decided to spread it on elvis’s ass. he ached his back from the action, moaning loud. “i wanna make sure you'll be pretty... slippery.” you smirked as you spread the lupe all over his ass, even on his dick, just to see his whole body jolt from the sudden friction.

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after doing what you needed to do, you stare at him with a smile before throwing the now empty bottle away. you posited yourself right in front of him. elvis’s breath hitched as your nails dragged down of his legs and the inside of his thighs.

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“you feelin’ good, baby?” you whispered.

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“yea... ah!” he moaned loud as you entered his hole slowly, beginning with the tip of the dildo. “fu— fuck!”

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“it’s okay,” you comforted him. “just relax.”

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you slowly moved again, moved until the whole dildo could disappear inside elvis. he was gasping for air, trying to relax. you stopped with the moviments to make sure he would adept himself to the new feeling.

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“may i continue?” you gentily asked.

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“you said you would destroy me,” he smirked. he was still trying to get all the attention, to be the dominant. “this is so embarrassing.”

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“what a little brat you are,” you answered. “i never imagined you would act like a stupid whore that want to be railed so bad.”

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he immediately shutted his mouth. you chuckled as you started moving again, making him whine and moan loud.

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“you moan like a slut on heat,” your hips were now thrusting into him wildly, his body thrashed beneath you, desperately trying to get more — even though he would never admit how much he was loving this. the huge amount of lupe made your bodies slap hard. “are you feeling good, whore?” he tried to answer, but his words weren't making sense anymore; he was just making sounds. the best answer you got were a nod. you smirked proudly, knowing the effect you were doing on him. “you better use your words, handsome. you don’t want me to punish you, do you?” you pulled his hair roughly, making him moan loud.

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he was seeing starts; the feeling of the dildo pistoning in and out of his ass knocked the air out of his lungs; you were hitting that little spot of him, making him feel he was in the fucking heaven, making he feel full. it was... too much. everything was too much. without having your answer, you suddenly spanked his ass. he went limp, screaming a strangled noice.

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“ah-hah, mommy!” he arched his back in response, but you didn’t let it stay that way. you still didn't hear your answer. you spanked him again. “ah, fuck! jesus— y-yes, mommy! ‘m- fuck, ‘m feeling good! feels so good!”

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“that’s it,” you were panting as you fucked him, feeling determined to make him cum again and again, all night. his face was all sweaty, his chest going up and down fast, his eyes shut closed. his moans were taking all the room; and you loved how loud he was being.

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“awnn, mommy,” he cried out. “please, mommy— ‘m gonna cum! please!”

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you smirked in a sadistic way, slowing down, chuckling as you saw him whining, begging for you to keep going. he ached his hips, trying to get all that friction again.

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“you wanna cum? such a needy little boy,” you cooed, leaning down to bite his sweaty neck, tasting the saltiness of it while feeling him fuck himself into you. “c’mon, show everybody in the neighborhood what a little slut you are for Mommy.”

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“please, mommy, please!” he begged. “please, i’ll be good, i promise! please, i need it— i need to cum, please!”

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“you bitch,” you husked as you returned suddenly with the strong thursts. “you talk too much, pet. you’ll be good, huh? i’ll remember that, you little slut,” you smirked as you continued to hit that soft little spot of his. your hand grabbed his dick and started moviments, making him stunned. his skin prickled as his knees buckled; and finally, elvis screamed his release into your ear. you felt his hot cum shooting onto his tummy, you then stood up a little to observe the mess he made all over your hands and his body. you smirked.

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you grabbed his thighs roughly, making him whine. “i’m not done with you yet,” you husked as he watched you eagerly. your hands trailed across his chest, still dirty with his cum, and into his nipples, touching the sensitives little pink button of his, making him squirm. he loved when you played with his nipples, even thought he hated to admit it. you went back with your moves, pushing the dildo into him again.

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“mommy! aha, please,” he cried out. “‘m— i can’t take it, mommy!”

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“behave yourself, whore,” you demanded as he kept whining. “i’ll do whatever i want to with you, you hear me?”

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before he could protest, you took off the dildo from him. the sudden relaxing feeling took him off guard; he gasped. you took off his handcuffs, making him whine. before he could even react, you forced him to turn around for you, holding onto his waist so his ass would be stuck up, making him moan.

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“you better stay just like this, you hear me? this is what i’m going to do,” you pulled his head back, making him gasp. “i’m gonna spank you, and you’re gonna count for me.”

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“wa— what?” he stuttered. “please mommy, wait...”

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it was too late; your hand connected with his ass before he could say more. he screamed, his body trembled. oh, he loved it. but he didn’t count like you demanded.

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“i said for you to count. let’s try again,” you spanked his ass again.

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“o— one...” he jolted. another slap. “fuck! two!” his knees buckled as he felt the pain thru his skin. when you slapped him again, you confirmed that it would hurt, that it would be the strongest; he felt dizzy, his whole mind going limp.

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“i believe you can take quite a bit more, and i am eager to test that hypothesis,” you said. “and you didn’t said three, how unfortunate...”

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“‘m sorry, mommy...” he sobbed.

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“you’ll have to count again,” you smirked as you proceeded to spank him a lot more, always making sure he would count for you. when you stopped at the number ten, elvis was panting as his ass was completely red, your hands marks everywhere.

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“fuck, what a good little slut, so messy for me,” you teased him by running your fingers thru his waist, knowing how this turned him on. you layed down on him, surprisingly putting the dildo on him again, making him gasp. he layed his cheek on the pillow so he could see you, even a little. he was babbling something and crying, his hands holding the bed sheet tightly as he whole body ached into every thrust, bitting his own bottom lip harshly. you almost felt bad for him. almost.

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your left hand was pinning his waist so you could fuck him hard on place, while the other hand grabbed his hard cock once again, making fast moviments.

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with a squeal, he came again, his cum now making a mess in the whole bed, also getting your hands dirty again. you noticed that he never had came that much before; you smiled proudly, finally let him come down and relax. 

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“you okay?” you whispered for a quick check on him. kissing his cheek softly, you received a nod from elvis.

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you both were panting, the whole room smelled like sweet and sex, but it was still turning you on. elvis lazily turned around, laying on his bedside while his whole body was heavy. his eyes were shut closed, his chest going up and down quickly because of all the adrenaline. seeing him like that turned you on even more, so you smirked as you squeezed your thighs tightly together. you layed besides him, wrapping your hand around his arm, making him touch your dripping cunt. he moaned with the sensation, looking at you with a dizzy look.

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“look what you did to me, hun,” you whispered on his ear. his hand was weak, heavy. “you’ll clean the mess you did like the good slut you are, right, my little slut?” you asked as you grabbed his head and pushed him down on your thighs, adjusting your body in the bed so you both would be comfortable.

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elvis mumbled before nuzzling his face into your wet folds. the smell, the taste, the wetness, it was perfect; it filled his head and his senses with unholy feeling and thoughts, he was dizzy for it. his weak and shaky hands rested on your thighs while he slumped against you, his tongue lazily licking your clit, like a cat liking its paw. elvis was great on gaving head, that was true, but you noticed something was wrong. you looked down on him and saw his whole face sweaty, cheeks dark red, his eyes shut closed, his tongue licking the opening of your cunt, trying miserably to push it inside deeply to satisfy you. his whole body was weak and you were quick to notice it.

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you couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, making him whine. you pulled his hair back, his dazed and confused expression met your face. his mouth and was completely wet from your juices.

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“aw, baby,” you chuckled again. “did mommy fuck you dumb? is her pet so fucking numb right now it can’t think right?”

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“mommy...” he whispered in a needy way.

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“what do you want, honey?” you asked, receiving empty words as a response. “what. do. you. want?”

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“you!” he gasped.

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“is that so?” you watched him hungrily. he made a strangled ‘uh huh’ sound while nodding, he was really dizzy. “lay down on the bed for me,” you demanded as he shakily crawled to the pillows, doing what you ordered. he looked at you dazed, curious for your next step.

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“stick your tongue out, and keep it,” you commanded. “think you can do it, pet?”

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“ye– yes, ma’am,” he stuttered as he did your wish obediently. he looked so fucking hot with his tongue out. his eyes were staring at you, his dick pumping up again. he was so, so beautiful... but you weren’t saying it in a soft way, of course.

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“you look like a fucking dog,” you degraded him as you started to craw his body, topping him. he groaned as he looked at you confused. “this is what you gonna do, pet. you’ll stay still while i fuck myself into you, ‘cause this is what you are, a fucking toy... nothing more.”

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he whined as he watched you literally craw his body. before he could even protest, you grinded yourself down against his wet muscle. he muffled a moan against your cunt, the sweet vibration satisfying you. your juices were spreading all over his mouth, cheeks and even chin. his hands rested onto your tights as he looked at you with pure pleasure.

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your hips soon found a good pace, so you went faster, fucking yourself on his wet and hot tongue. he couldn’t resist, so he moaned against you, making you see stars with the good vibrations.

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“fuck,” you moaned as you kept moving back and forth. elvis noticed you were close, so his hands grabbed your thighs with strength, pushing you down so he could fuck you with his tongue, sending you to the edge. “fuck, elvis! fuck, jesus, just like that...”

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that familiar feeling started to build on your stomach. your hips started to lose their rhythm as you looked down to face elvis. your hand grabbed his head, keeping him even closer to your cunt.

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“i want to feel your name burning on my skin for days,” you husked, finally seeking for your orgasm. you screamed your release to the air as whole body shaked like never before. you stayed like that for a few seconds before settling and moving yourself down to straddle on his lap. your hands rested on his chest as you observed him. your cum was spread all around his face, especially his mouth.

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“that was...” elvis whispered, still gasping for air. “that was insane.”

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you giggled. “did you like it?”

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“i loved it,” he answered, licking his lips and cheeks teasingly while looking at you, tasting youe cum.

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“i told you, didn’t i?” you said, grabbing a random towel that was close to the bed. “i knew you’d like it. clean yourself now, babe.” you gave him the towel, he accepted, wiping his face.

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“yea, you were right, but only this time,” he chuckled.

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“what’s so funny, little fella?” you giggled as you layed on his side.

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“guess i was just... buried in a beaver, huh?”

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“shut up!” you laughed as you smaked his arm playfully. he grasped your chin and pulled you to a slow, passionate kiss. when you both broke the kiss, you just stared at him with a silly smile. however, he was dead serious. “is something wrong, babe?” you asked.

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“no darlin’, nothing’s wrong,” he pulled you close by your back neck, making you moan suddenly; your cheeks went dark red. how could he revert the roles so fast? guess we’ll never know. his eyes stared at you hungrily. “you’re so fucked,” he husked. “so, so fucked.”

[thecooleralessa]

For Mommy. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

pairing ; little!elvis presley x y/n (reader)

warnings ; age regression; a lot of cuddles, kisses and fluffy; safe for work (sfw); age regressed elvis; fem!reader; probably some grammatical mistakes.

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author notes ; i imagined the real elvis presley while writing, but you can imagine austin!elvis if you want to, that's totally okay. don't even waste your time if you don't like/support age regression, and please don't comment mean things, i won't even hear ya. english is not my first language so i sincerely apologize for any mistakes, but please be kind. i'm used to write with feminine readers, but i'll try my best in the future so i can bring up gender neutral and masculines readers :). this one is short but i'd love to write more with little!elvis, just tell me what you guys think. requests are always open, ask me anything if you want. big thanks to azriel for the headcanons he did on twitter, it gave me a lot of inspiration, thank you! guess that's all, so thank you and good reading! 🤍

the most famous man that had walked on earth, elvis presley, had tried to hide being little from you — he really, really tried. but his plan didn't work as he wanted to, specially when he met you. you've been closer and closer each day, always talking about everything anytime, it didn’t take so long for both of you become engaged to each other.

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you already suspected that elvis was little; he could acted childish sometimes, putting random things on his mouth, asking for cuddles and comfort nonstop. you didn't care at all, because you've love to take care of him since the beginning, but you always knew there was something a little more that he was scared of sharing. one night you simply asked him if he was little. you never saw him so nervous.

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“baby, look at me,” you grasped his chin and tilted it up, his eyes were getting watery. “it’s okay. i would love to take care of you. you’re my baby.”

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he smiled weakly, closing his eyes to enjoy the attention you were gaving to his cheeks, making circles with your thumbs at his skin. “you’re sure? you don’t... don’t find it strange? or gross?”

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“no, baby,” you assured him. “i would never find it strange, or gross. never, baby.”

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“thank you,” he opened his eyes, looking at you with a relaxed expression. “you’ll have to take care of me all the time now, y’know that?” he smiled.

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“i know,” you answered, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “i’d be more than happy to become your mommy.”

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he smile became bigger, and he giggled as he hugged you. “thank you then, mommy,” he muffled against your skin. you smiled as you pat his head.

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now it's been a couple of months you had known elvis is a little. you never minded it — actually, you were more than happy to take care of him. he is and would always be your everything, and you knew how much he needed you, so it was the bare minimum, and you loved to do it anyway. however, elvis would just... test your patience sometimes. you knew that he did it for attention, negative or positive.

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“baby, it’s bedtime,” you calmly protested. “you need to rest so you can do your best tomorrow. i don’t my baby to feel tired.”

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“i don’ wan to,” he spat back. “i wanna play mor!“

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you softly grabbed his hands, looking at him. “my sweet angel, you need to organize your toys, change into your pajamas and sleep, baby. don’t you wanna sleep with mommy?” you softly asked him.

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“no!” he shoots. “and yu can’ tell me wha to do!”

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your soft expression was quickly destroyed; with a now sad face, you sighed as you took his toys away from him to put in inside the big wooden box.

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“mommy, no! i was playin’!” he protested. “give it bak!”

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“no baby, i’m not giving it to you.” you answered as you locked the wooden box. “for some reason, you’ve doing an attitude all today, little one. you’ve been really mean to mommy, you hurt mommys’ feelings.” you looked at him dead serious.

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and suddenly, you saw elvis’s bottom lip tremble. he crawled to you and hugged you tight. “‘m sowwy mommy, i didn’ mean to hurt you!” you quickly realized that all he wanted was just attention. maybe he just wanted to spent more time with you. you smiled as you hugged him back, your hand doing circles on his back.

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“it’s okay, baby, it’s okay,” you kissed his cheek.

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“will behave mysef,” he sobbed. “i wanna sleep with mommy.”

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“thank you, baby. you’re such a good boy,” you said as you booped his nose and dryed his tears. “the bestest boy a mommy could ask for. c’mon, let’s change your clothes, little one.”

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you held his hand and helped him to get up. you both went upstairs in silence. you could see how sleepy elvis was by just looking at his face. you both entered the room and elvis immediately sat on the bed, his head looking heavy.

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“are you sleepy, little dove?” you asked.

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“hmm, no...” he answered, you chuckled in response. you started searching for his pajamas on the wardrobe.

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“oooh, i found something interesting!” you said. you could hear him moving in the bed, trying to see what you got. you turned around and walked in his direction, showing him his favorite pair of pajamas, colored with pink and velvet. the second you showed it to him, he smiled big. he grabbed the clothes, looking at you. “those are ma favorite, mommy! i love it so much!”

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“i know, baby,” you said with a smile. you loved seeing him happy. “but you remember what you said before, right? that you’re gonna change and sleep with mommy?” just to mess with him you trickle his tummy, making him laugh out loud.

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“yes, mommy!” he said between the laughs. “i p’omised yu!”

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“my good boy,” you kissed his forehead, massaging his cheeks with your hands. “i’ll take your shoes off.” you announced, kneeling on the ground as starting to take his shoes, leaving them aside. you were about to take off his socks, but he didn't let you. “what’s wrong, baby? you wanna stay with your socks?”

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he nodded. “‘s cold.”

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“it’s okay, baby. you look cute with them anyways.” you said as you started tickling his feet, making him laugh again. you stood up from the ground, looking at him once again. “may i change you?” you asked, receiving a nod. “okay baby, hands up, please.” you proceed to calmly pull off his shirt, and then his pants. his top and bottom were quickly replaced by his favorite pajamas. he looked adorable. “is it comfy, baby?”

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he nodded, suddenly lifting his arms in your direction. “hug me, mommy?”

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“of course, baby,” you hugged him tightly and filled him with kisses, making him giggle in response. you lay on the bed with him, quickly putting the blanket over him as you hugged him tight.

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“mommy,” he called you. “can yu read a ’istory for me before bed time?”

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“of course, baby.” you put him in a comfy position, letting him sleep with his head on your arm while being close to your chest. your mouth was close to his forehead, so you left a kiss there behind. your hands rubbed his back, and then his hair, giving him a lot of love.

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“once upon a time,” you started. “there was a greek king named midas.”

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elvis giggled. “funny name.” you chuckled with him, kissing his forehead before continuing.

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“he was very rich and had lots of gold. he had a daughter, who he loved a lot. one day, midas found an angel in need of help. he helped her and in return she agreed to grant a wish. midas wished that everything he touched would turn into gold. his wish was granted. on his way home...” you stopped suddenly when you heard elvis’s heavy breathing. you observed his chest going up and down calmly, smiling like a fool. “if i was midas,” you whispered, even knowing he wouldn't hear you. “i would wish that i could have you in my arms forever.”

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you kissed his forehead, whispering a “good night”, and closed your eyes. you both were tired, so it didn't take so long for you to fall asleep.

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bright in early next morning, thr sun peeped through a window, illuminating the room in its pearly glow. the strip of the winter sun warmed your feet as you slowly open your eyes, feeling dizzy for a second because of the sudden light.

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“baby?” you softly shaked elvis, placing a kiss on his cheek. “it’s already morning, sunshine. time to get up.”

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elvis grunted as he slowly opened his eyes. he turned to face you, but his expression scared you; he looked sad and tired.

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“my sweet baby, what's wrong?” you asked as your fingers fixed his messy hair,

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“tired,” he said. “not gettin up.”

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“are you feeling little, love?” you asked. he answered with a nod. “and how little are you feeling today?”

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elvis thought for a minute before holding up two fingers on each hand indicating he was four.

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“my sweet little angel,” you kissed his forehead. “do you want to sleep more?” you asked. elvis nodded while he buried his face into your neck. you let your fingers run though his messy black hair, knowing how much he loved being pat.

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“no tell anyone, mommy, kay?” he muffed against your skin. “prewwy p’ease?”

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“i won’t baby, i promise,” you assured him as you truly smiled about how adorable he was. but you really wouldn't let him get up from now; he needed to rest and you knew it. no man, be it his father or even colonel, would take your baby off bed.

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“pinky?”

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“pinky.”

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“i lov you, mommy,” he held you tightly. “thank yu.”

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“i love you too, baby,” you kissed his forehead. “rest well, sweetie. i won’t let you go. never.”