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more clone high ocs they’re all GAYYYY!!
elvis, dean, and merry belong to my gf!!!! @buddyhollysbuddyholly thank you gf !
I will be drawing lots of gay ship art of these lads
Grimmtober Day 1: Candy! 🍭🍬
Daphne and Puck had a competition to see who could get the most candy; Daphne won✨
My favorite Albums
(In no particular order)
3OH!3 Night Sports
When this album came out, I was 15 and I LOVED it.
I listened to them when I was younger and was estatic to know they were still KILLING IT with their music.
This was the first video I saw for this album.
My top 3 songs are:
"Inside Boy"
"7-11"
"Hear me Now"
I saw them once at Warped Tour in 2018. They put on a good show! They didn't do enough from this album though!
Marianas Trench Astoria
And, just a year before, I found Marianas Trench for the first time.
THANK GOD I DID!
This was the first video I ever saw of their's, and it pulled me in.
My top 3 songs are:
"Burning Up"
"Dearly Departed"
"This Means War"
I have yet to see them. One day.
Honorable Mention
Ever After
This album is a close second.
Gorillaz Plastic Beach + Humanz
I couldn't choose just one!
I was 16 or 17 when I first watched a Gorillaz music video. Yea, I was late.
After I found them, my whole world changed.
I started taking a lot more pride in my art. The Gorillaz Amino was where I felt the best. The featured page might have seen my sketches up there once or twice<3.
Then I started cosplaying. 2D was my first cosplay EVER.
I went to a theater makeup course at CSN, L makeup (briefly), took some makeup effects classes, and was able to do makeup effects for a horror movie. I got to do makeup for Full Moon Features at some point too.
I even met some of my closest friends.
All thanks to Gorillaz.
I don't do makeup now. No, now I am finally doing what I always thought I was not good enough to do. Music.
They are still an inspiration for me. There'll be a tribute tattoo on me soon, for sure.
My top 3 songs on PLASTIC BEACH are:
"Superfast Jellyfish"
"To Binge"
"On Melancholy Hill"
Humanz was the album that dropped when I came on the scene.
I was blown away. The 360 videos, app, and website had me BUSY. I just really enjoyed the concept, the lyrics, everthing really.
My top 3 songs on HUMANZ are:
"Let Me Out"
"She's My Collar"
"Ascension"
They came to Life is Beautiful but I couldn't afford it. I know it's gonna be a blast when I do eventually get to see them.
Tyler Glenn Excommunication
A whole album about his experiences leaving the Mormon faith and being a gay man.
It is BRILLIANT.
Every song is fantastic!
He is also the singer of Neon Trees!
My top 3 songs are:
"Shameless"
"Waiting Around"
"Devil"
I was able to see him at my first First Friday event here in Vegas. Not only that, I met him! It was an honor.
Elvis
Okay, I am going to split this up into 3 categories.
(Clearly we know who the favorite is)
While He Was Still Alive : Moody Blue
Coincidentally, it was the last album he ever did.
He passed away 4 weeks after it was released.
It is really hard for me to pick a single album. Mostly because they are all so good. I think this one Is a staple because it was the last one he was physically a part of. (The rest of them are compilations, live shows, and studio takes)
My top 3 songs are:
"Way Down"
"Unchained Melody"
"Little Darlin"
Compilation: Walk a Mile In my Shoes: The Essential '70s Masters
My all time favorite Elvis era.
I love all of them, but this one takes the cake.
There is no way I can do a top 3. I'm giving you a top 10.
"Snowbird"
"My Boy"
"If You Talk In Your Sleep"
"Hurt"
"Patch It Up"
"Tiger Man(Jam)"
"A Big Hunk O' Love"
"Polk Salad Annie - Live"
"Just a Little Bit"
"Funny How Time Slips Away"
Movie Soundtrack: Roustabout
I listen to this one A LOT.
My top 3 songs are:
"Hard Knocks"
"Poison Ivy League"
"One Track Heart"
Elvis was quite literally the one to get me off my butt to make my music.
Before I got covid, I had a whole different singing voice. After, I couldn't even sing like I used to. I had convinced myself that I was never going to sing again because I thought I sounded bad.
Then, Elvis found me and I couldn't stop singing his songs. Only then did I realize that I hadn't lost my voice, I just had to work with it.
Since then, I have been going trough that journey, putting out music, and working on getting out of my head.
I also met some people who literally made me realize that I needed to put more energy into myself. So really, it has been a wild ride, but one I am not going to get off of any time soon, no matter what happens.
Honorable Mentions
South Of Sanity South of Sanity
(My dad's band when I was a kid.)
JULIA Honey, I Love Me Too Much
(Yes, my own.)
Style Cramps Blue Beam
Some of my favorite Elvis songs
CLAMBAKE
2. SNOWBIRD
3. IF YOU TALK IN YOUR SLEEP
4. IF YOU DON'T COME BACK
5. BLUE EYES CRYING IN THE RAIN
6. FAIRYTALE
7. CHANGE OF HABIT
8. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN BACKYARD
9. A THING CALLED LOVE
10. IF I CAN DREAM
My all time favorite Elvis song is "Clambake".
My favorite Elvis movie is "Live a Litttle, Love a Little".
He is so sassy in this movie.
“The image is one thing and the human being is another. It’s very hard to live up to an image.”
Elvis Aaron Presley January 8, 1935 - August 16, 1977
smarty
im still so mad we were robbed of more olivia dejonge as priscilla content.
𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅 𝓈ℯ𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃 𝒿𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈𝓊𝒾𝓉 𝓰𝒽ℴ𝓈𝓉
my darling please surrender...
vintage the elvis collection trading card, 1992
508. the elvis collection what his fans thought he'd do with a floral guitar we'll never know, but elvis got—and still gets—many of them. this type of gift is illustrative of the amount of revenue elvis generated in non-musical fields. in fact, two of the biggest sales days in floral history were the ones following elvis' death. flowers in all shapes, cakes, teddy bears and other stuffed animals, scrapbooks, plaques and trophies; you name it, and fans have sent it to the king. some of the gifts were donated to the underprivileged and kids in hospitals. many are still stored (or on display) at graceland.
I wish I got to meet him lol.
It really warms my heart how much he really loved us...🤍
Im actually autistic and thought he was autistic bc of that list 😅
Why I think Elvis may have been autistic
First of all, the reason why I am making this post is because @iloveelvis2 has asked for more insight into why I believe Elvis may have been autistic.
Disclaimer: I just want to start out by saying that I am not a doctor or a psychiatrist or any kind of professional. Nor am I definitively saying that Elvis was autistic. We cannot diagnose someone who is not here and who cannot speak for themselves. This post is purely based off of my own personal opinions, lived experiences, and things that I have read about Elvis' life and personality. I am autistic and I also grew up with an autistic sister and father, thus I am using my own lived experiences as a reference point. Remember that autism is a wide-ranging spectrum and can present itself differently in different people, with different symptoms. There is no one lived experience of autism.
This might be a complete mess, but now I am going to list some of the traits that Elvis displayed that leads me to believe he possibly could have been autistic. So here we go.
Stuttering: It is very common for autistic people to have some sort of speech impediment or stutter. We do know that Elvis suffered from having a stutter, especially when he was younger, but it was something he carried with him throughout his life. Elvis himself said in an interview in 1956 that he stuttered when he got excited and had a hard time saying words that started with the letters "w" and "i."
Maintaining a sense of safety, familiarity, and security: Autistic people usually don't like change. We tend to like familiarity and have repetitive behaviors. We don't like outside forces disrupting or coming into our little bubbles. Elvis was the same way. It is well known that Elvis was extremely shy growing up and had trouble making friends. When he got older and as he became famous, he made sure to surround himself with his own group of loyal friends, and quite literally created his own little world and bubble with the famous "Memphis Mafia." These guys gave Elvis a sense of security, safety, and familiarity amid the chaos of his fame. While they were very much needed to help Elvis and provide him with protection for obvious reasons, they also became his entire world. So much so that I have heard countless actors and actresses who worked on Elvis' movies say that it was hard to get to Elvis because his guys were always around him. It was clearly very hard for E to let new people into his life at times, just as it was hard for him to let go of some of the people in his circle who were using him. Autistic people tend to be manipulated easily and taken advantage of by others who see them as an easy target and in spite of it we still keep these people around because we don't like confrontation and don't want to mess with the bubbles we have created. And I think that is exactly what Elvis did in some ways with the Memphis Mafia and the Colonel. Even if he was being taken advantage of, he not only wanted to remain loyal to them, but I think he felt he also would have been lost without them and the transition would have been highly difficult for him.
Repetitive behaviors: This sort of falls hand in hand with number 2. Autistic people usually do not like change and will often develop repetitive behaviors as a way of comforting themselves. One way I can see Elvis having repetitive behaviors is in his eating habits. I have heard countless friends of Elvis talk about how he was not adventurous with his taste (which is common in a lot of autistic people) and that he mainly stuck to the same southern foods he always ate. Yes, this is in part because of how he was raised but he also appeared to have eating cycles. I believe it was Sonny West who talked about a certain food combination Elvis ate repeatedly while he was touring in 1956, and during the last couple years of his life, he claimed that Elvis started "eating like 56' again." Showing that Elvis clearly went through repetitive food cycles. Not only to mention those peanut butter and banana sandwiches he loved to eat that seemed to provide him with so much comfort. Elvis was also known to rewatch movies over and over again. So much so that he would memorize the script and could repeat the dialogue over. It was claimed that he watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail around 35 times and knew every line! He also repeatedly listened to the speeches of MLK Jr. and could recite them back.
Regulating emotions: Most autistic people have problems regulating their emotions and Elvis was clearly the same way. He was highly impulsive and all over the place. His friends and family have talked about how his emotions would swing up and down and if he was upset or mad, they would make sure to stay away from him. Elvis was also known to get upset and fire people, only to rehire them after he cooled back down again.
Sensory issues: A lot of autistic people have sensory issues (including myself, it is an absolute hell). Elvis clearly showed signs of having sensory issues. For example, we know that he hated the smell of fish so bad that he banned fish from Graceland. He also had to have his room and hotel rooms at a certain temperature, usually very cold. There are several instances of him leaving and changing hotels because his room was not as cold as he wanted it to be. He also had a sensitivity to light. But that one is probably due more to his glaucoma in his eyes. But he also had problems with certain textures in food and had to have his meals prepared a specific way in order for him to eat it. For example, he only wanted to eat bacon and eggs if they were practically burned to a crisp. He also ate other specific combinations of food that many people would normally find repulsive.
Sleeping: Like many autistic people, throughout his life, Elvis had problems sleeping. He used to take sleeping pills in order to sleep, and his sleep patterns were not normal, as he was very nocturnal. now this in part was due to his lifestyle, but a lot of autistic people are naturally very nocturnal.
Stimming: Autistic people usually need to stim or fidget to help calm their nerves. Elvis was the same way. He was always moving and fidgeting, and he even said that he took up smoking because it was something he could do with his hands because he couldn't keep still.
Anxiety and digestion: A lot of autistic people have really bad anxiety and thus many autistic people suffer with massive digestion issues. While there are a lot of various medical reasons that could be at play, it is well known that Elvis had problems with his digestion throughout his entire life.
Special interests: Autistic people are well known for having special interests. Things we are interested in that we tend to become obsessive over. We love to immerse ourselves in these special interests and Elvis was no different. Elvis had many different special interests. He loved reading, religion/the Bible, spirituality, karate, football, Captain Marvel Jr., and he even immersed himself in those worlds. He incorporated his love of karate into his performances, had some of his jumpsuits designed after his favorite comic superhero, Captain Marvel Jr., even used Captain Marvel Jr.'s lightning symbol as the symbol for his TCB logo. His friends also said that he always watched football on TV wearing a football helmet because he wanted an immersive experience.
Attention to detail and hyper focus: A lot of autistic people are known for their attention to detail and hyperfocus. Their ability to tune into something, especially if it's something they love. I think we can apply this to Elvis and his music. Yes, Elvis was passionate about music, but he also had an uncanny ability to be able to listen to music and know precisely just how to arrange it. I have heard several members of his friends and band mates talk about how, despite the fact that Elvis never learned how to read music, he had an ear for arranging the music and was so hyper focused that he could come up with amazing music arrangements on the spot. He was also known for learning entire songs after hearing them only once.
Final thoughts:
Wow that was way longer than I intended it to be! I hope it's not too much of a rambling mess. Anyway, those are just some of the reasons why I believe Elvis could have been autistic. There are more reasons I could list but this post would turn into a book, and I would need to do more research for that. I just want to close by restating that all of this is just my own personal opinion and that we cannot and should not diagnose people we don't personally know, especially famous people who are no longer alive. Whether or not Elvis was on the spectrum, we will never know for sure. But I hope this post gets you thinking about the ways we view autism in our society today and how our expectations of what autism looks and acts like has changed as time has gone on. The possibility of Elvis Presley, the "king of rock n roll" being autistic does a wonderful job of challenging societies definition of what it means to be autistic. There has been such a stigma around autism, but the thought that Elvis himself could have possibly been a member of our community brings me a sense of comfort.
Elvis, who holds his hand on your jaw to keep you steady and from shying away from him when he's kissing you. Elvis, who when you're stressed, tucks you under his chin and hides you away from the world, whispering into your hair, "let daddy take care of it." Elvis, who braids and plays with your hair while you're in the bath, your back pressed to his chest. Elvis, who presses quick and soft kisses to your head and temple as he passes you wherever you might be. Elvis who just adores you because you're his baby
Choker as an accessory with the Black Phoenix suit.
Never noticed this before, I guess. I remember seeing Elvis wearing chokers with the Silver Phoenix suit (navy blue suit, same model), but not this one specifically. Well, sometimes he was in the mood for chokers, sometimes he wasn't.
70s smut 🙏🏼
Ooo 70s smut! Now I got two requests for this so hopefully this will be alright for both of them, thank you for requesting :)
Honestly, might be my new favourite fic that I have written🥺
Soulmates.
Characters: Late 70s!Elvis X Reader
Warnings/triggers: Third person pov, use of Y/n, Smut hehehe, fingering, p in v, size kink, swearing(one word), mentions of God and heaven, sweet love making *sniff*🥺, fairy tale beliefs(No one can change my mind, I believe in them☝️)
Tags: @elvisalltheway101 @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a (if you want to be added to my taglist for my fics, feel free to comment!)
Enjoy my lovelies!
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Elvis just feels so lonely.
Lonely and tired of doing two shows every damn day of the week, lonely and sad from the aches and pains he has all over his body and lonely of not having someone that has a similar heart like his.
He wishes that he could have someone to hold him and love him for who he is.
He wishes to maybe meet his soulmate…if they are real, he thinks to himself.
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Knock. Knock. Knock.
Glancing up from the bible in his hand, Elvis stares at the front door of his hotel suite.
Closing his eyes as he sighs, he tosses the bed covers aside. Grunting as he stands himself up by using the nightstand for balance he makes his way to the door. Swinging it open with a bit of force, he groans seeing Jerry and Charlie. “What do ya want?” he asks rudely whilst bringing a hand up to rub his face.
“We brought someone, Boss.” Jerry answers with a nervous look on his face.
Elvis groans again and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Why?” his tone, low.
Charlie opens his mouth. “Well we’ve noticed you’ve been-”
“Get to the point.”
“Because we’re worried, Boss.” Jerry cuts in.
The thing is about Jerry and Charlie bringing someone to Elvis, they are both genuinely worried about him, he isn’t just their boss but their friend and not only did they find a random person but a young woman who’s been a fan of his ever since his ‘GI Blues’ days. They know that he feels the most comfortable around women because of their soothing nature but something about this girl they’ve met, they think she’s the perfect match for someone like Elvis.
Elvis lifts his head and looks between the two men, staying quiet with only a slight huff.
“You’re not yourself.” Jerry finishes making Elvis keep his stare on him.
“Where are they?” he asks with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.
Watching as both Jerry and Charlie step to one side, Elvis blinks surprised seeing a pretty girl step forward giving him a shy smile.
“Boss, this is Y/n, Y/n this is Elvis.” Jerry smiles.
“Hi…”
“...Hi” he shakes her hand, hearing the slightest gasp leave her lips and his heart skipping a beat.
“You two have fun.” Charlie says before following Jerry down the hallway, leaving the two alone.
His eyes scan her up and down, slowly. Watching her as she turns her head back to look at him.
Elvis doesn’t know what it is about her but she’s fascinating him.
“...Wanna come in?”
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Courteously, Y/n sits herself down on his couch. She quietly looks up at him as he switches the room’s light on and walks out for a while before coming back with sunglasses on, giving her a small smile.
Making his way over to sit down near her with a soft grunt.
“They’re worried ‘bout me, huh?” He jokes and chuckles about the men who brought her up to his suite, earning a sweet laugh.
“So uh…yer from Vegas?” he asks after a bit of silence fills the room, absentmindedly wiping his finger under his nose and looking over at the woman. Getting a glimpse of her cheeks growing pink.
“No…” She breathes out with a quiet laugh and fidgets with the hem of her skirt.
“I-I’m from Memphis, just…um… staying here to see some of your shows…” Her words trailing off to almost a whisper.
“You’re a fan?” his voice, surprisingly soft.
She lifts her gaze and nods shyly. “U-Uh big fan.”
Her heart skips a beat at his soft laugh. “Well ‘s nice ta finally meet ya.”
He smiles and she smiles back.
“How long have ya been a fan for?” he asks, to which she shakes her head.
“Oh, ever since GI blues came out…” looking back down at her lap with a shy grin, oblivious to Elvis’ eyes trailing up her legs.
“Do ya…have a favourite song?”
“Don’t really have a favourite…I-I like them all…I enjoy the country, bluesy sort of songs the most...”
Y/n purses her lips and she looks over at Elvis, seeing him nod. “I like ‘em too, my favourite kind of songs.”
The more they talk, the more deep the conversation gets. The two of them don’t know how but they just click straight away and it seems like cupid has shot two arrows into both of their hearts.
The way her eyes soften at Elvis’ smile and the way Elvis’ mouth grows dry from her angelic laugh would show everyone in the whole of Las Vegas that they’ve already fallen deeply in love. It couldn’t possibly be attraction at this point because they have shared their life stories and struggles with each other.
The woman had only met Elvis 4 hours ago.
“C’mere baby, want ya near.” Elvis says and the girl happily obliges.
Quietly shuffling to where he sits, she slides right in next to him as he holds his arm over the back of the couch. She lifts her eyes to look at him, seeing how gorgeous he is up close, with the way his pores decorate his face so beautifully and his cute nose being the perfect shape to bring all his facial features together, her heart beats wickedly at the thought of how soft his lips would feel against hers.
“Somethin’ on my face?” he asks with a chuckle.
Y/n looks into his blue eyes through his sunglasses, her cheeks growing pinker as she nervously laughs. “N-not at all, jus’...”
He removes his shades.
She doesn't know what to say when he’s admiring her like that, with his lashes framing his sultry eyes as they admire her face lovingly and the corner of his mouth curls up.
It’s as if he’s an archaeologist who’s discovered the most dazzling thing he has ever seen in his life.
“...E-Elvis” her voice, soft.
He lifts his gaze and when he locks eyes with her, they both feel their souls are drifting out from one’s parted lips into the other.
They’re so close, combined scents of floral and luxury fill their nostrils. The both of them watch each other’s eyes carefully.
“Y/n…can I…kiss you?”
Just then as the woman gives her consent, they melt at the slightest touch, lips pressing so gently against each other like they’re afraid to hurt the other person. They both close their eyes and Elvis leans himself forward with his other hand moving to rest on the side of her waist with Y/n automatically climbing to straddle his lap.
Cupping his face with her delicate hands, warm tingles shiver up her spine and as Elvis pushes his tongue inside of her mouth, she pushes herself more onto him, wanting to feel every single little touch and she melts even more from his large, firm hands grazing up her thighs going under her minidress. Her breath grows shaky and shallow as he squeezes her ass through her panties.
“Elvis…” She whispers as he pulls away, moving her hands down to rub his chest, the nice silk material under her palms.
“Let’s…Let’s go ta m-my bedroom.” he breathes and she nods willingly.
Pulling on his hand to help him stand up, Y/n’s quick to grab his sunglasses he left discarded on the couch next to him, earning a gentle smile from him. “Thank you, baby.” She smiles back, walking with him through the archway to go into his bedroom, She watches as he switches the light on on the wall.
Her heart pounds in her chest as he pulls her in by the waist and crashes his lips onto hers again with more passion. Sighing contentedly as her arms go to wrap around his neck, following his steps until the back of her calves hit the foot of the bed and she falls backwards, taking Elvis with her making him grunt loudly at the impact and the girl winces at his sunglasses hitting her nose.
“Oh I-I’m sorry, honey.” Elvis worryingly cups her cheek.
Y/n shakes her head and her chest vibrates against his as she laughs. “It’s okay.”
Her hand moves to slide his sunglasses off. “Better if we get these out of the way.” she giggles and pecks his lips. Her smile falters a little when he grimaces and the realisation hits. “O-Oh you want the light turned off, don’t you?”
“No-no ‘s a’right, hon-”
“It’s okay, we can turn it off, I don’t mind.” She reassures quietly and smiles again as his eyes soften and he rolls off from on top of her body.
Y/n pads back to the bed after turning the lights off and steps out of her heels as she looks over the man’s figure, he’s moved to rest his back against the headboard with only the nightlife of Las Vegas shining through the window showing his face. A face that has guilt written all over.
She waltzes over to crawl onto the mattress and sit on his lap again. She doesn't know how she knows what he’s thinking but she just does. “Wouldn’t want ya getting sore eyes…” observing his facial expression carefully.
“Thank you…” he mumbles gently, she can’t help but beam at his sudden gentle demeanour.
“You’re welcome… " Her fingers going up to caress his cheek, a strange urge overcomes her as both of their lips are a few millimetres away. Something she feels like she needs to say. “...It’s the least I can do to…ease the pain.” before she envelops Elvis’ lips in a delicate kiss.
This time it’s his turn to melt.
Elvis moans into her mouth, she starts to roll her hips over his strained pyjama pants and his eyebrows furrow at the mind spinning feeling of her clothed sex rubbing against his and she grazes her fingers up to unbutton his shirt.
He pulls away and breathes hard, careful to stop her hands. “H-Honey…” A wave of insecurity flowing through his brain.
The woman observes his eyes and leans in to kiss him and brush the tips of her fingers over his chest hair. “I know…” She continues to finish undoing his shirt.
Kissing his ear and cheek. “You’re gorgeous.”
Her heart feels like it’s as light as a feather as her hand runs through his soft hair, she sighs through her nose as her lips press onto his once again, body moving from instinct when his palms glide back to her ass. Squeezing it so gently that it sends chills to her pussy, making it throb.
Elvis’ groan rumbles in his throat, sliding his large hand down as she lifts her hips to press her mouth more onto his, his head tips back at the position and he can feel the warmth coming from the place in between her legs.
Hooking his index into her panties and pulling it to the side, he uses his middle finger to drag up her wet slit, smirking against her hearing a soft moan.
His cock twitches at how she mewls from him touching her sensitive clit. He’s massaging it and taking control of her body, her hips rock against his palm.
“God, Elvis…” She lets out, gasping at how his skilled hand slides down to her dripping heat. Her eyes fluttering at his finger swirls around the entrance like a predator circles their prey.
She breathes out a brief smile at his words. “Seems like I know all the tricks, hm?”
A breathy moan rolls off her tongue as he pushes his middle finger inside, pumping it in and out at a steady slow pace. “Ta make ya come undone, so easily.” his voice, deep and raspy. She doesn’t know how he does it so effortlessly. Bringing all these noises she didn’t know she could make out of her from just using one finger.
“Please…” Y/n whispers. She's got no idea why She’s saying please, her mind is so overwhelmed by how he curls his finger, rubbing it against the ridges of her walls.
It’s making her have such an awakening experience and it’s not her first but her gut is telling her this time is different. Very different.
“So wet…” he growls, placing a kiss on her throat as she throws her head back.
“So tight.” dragging his finger out and along her bundle of nerves, he rubs big and slow circles on her hot button.
Lulling her head to look down at Elvis, seeing his eyes shine with passion. “Panties off f’me?”
She whimpers and nods obediently. Moving off of his lap to slip her panties off and toss them off the bed as she lays flat on her back with her legs spread, waiting as Elvis slides his pants off to reveal his hard, bouncing, weeping, red at the tip cock.
Her mouth waters at the thought of how good he would feel so deep inside of her.
“C-Can yer ‘elp, baby?” Elvis shyly asks, snapping her out of her thoughts. She helps him move to kneel between her legs.
“You’re so big…” she utters. Craning her neck up to look down in the middle of both of their bodies to see his dick swinging towards her pussy.
Elvis grins widely, trailing his eyes down her goddess looking figure. “And you’re so beautiful.” guiding the head of his cock to her hole, he inches himself in and the tightness already makes his eyes roll back.
“F*ck…” Y/n sighs.
He gets down onto his forearms, caging her frame underneath him protectively. Shivers slithering up his spine at the feeling of his belly pressing heavily on her stomach. Pushing more of himself inside little by little, groaning out loudly as her walls clench around him and her pornagraphic moans fill his ears.
Keeping his stare fixed onto Y/n’s pretty angelic face and a long breath squeezes out of his throat when he finally fits the rest of his cock in.
Suddenly something clicks.
“Elvis…I…”
“Y-You’re my soulmate.”
They stare into each other’s eyes, flicking from one to the other.
She cups Elvis’ cheeks gently, panting quietly as she thinks and admires his handsome face.
Ever since they were little, they didn’t think those fairy tales were real talking about how they would meet their soulmate one day and right at this moment, they have been proved wrong. So wrong.
“...H-hold on tight.”
Elvis starts to thrust into her slowly. Picking up pace as time goes by and every single second it feels like home, feels like they’re meant for each other.
They’ve found their true love, their love at first sight, their ride and die, their partner in crime, their goddamn soulmate and they have the strongest urge to say those three words that every couple says but something is telling them to keep going before they say it.
They grab onto one another, wanting to feel the closest they could possibly be and take in the sensations, the magic, the love, the truth as they fly up into the clouds. Sucking in an unknown magical essense that falls into the atmosphere and Elvis works the both of them closer and closer and closer and closer to heaven.
Crying out in unison. “I love you.”
"Are you sure you don't need your top?" - Elvis Presley
"Forget Me Never" (1960/1961/1965)
Recorded November 7, 1960 at Radio Recorders, Hollywood, for the motion picture "Wild In The Country" (1961).
Album: "Elvis For Everyone". Released on July 19, 1965.
If I should go, forget me never Please say that you'll remember me I pray the dreams we share together Will shine on in your memory
Each time a star falls out of heaven It leaves the sky a deeper blue So if we part, forget me never And don't forget my love for you
And don't forget my love for you.
Lyrics: Fred Wise/Ben Weisman. Guitar: Scotty Moore, Tiny Timbrell, Elvis Presley. Bass: Myer Rubin. Drums: D.J. Fontana. Piano: Dudley Brooks. Accordion: Jimmie Haskell. Vocals: The Jordanaires.
November 1960. Elvis clowning around with saxman Boots Randolph on the set of "Wild in the Country", probably.
August 25, 1960. RCA photo shoot for publicity stills at the Beverly-Wilshire Hotel. Photos by Don Cravens.
Idk why, but man, he'd look so handsome with his hair graying. I wish he gave a chance for his hair to stay undye, but too bad he dyed his hair whenever the dye dies out
I wonder when Elvis started going gray…🤔 I know he had white hair by the end of his life…but idk like what’s considered the average age. I suppose it’s impossible to really know as he almost always dyed his hair😭
This is how Elvis reacted to gospel music. His reaction is how we react to his music.
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I love dad elvis, I wish there's more photos of him being on dad mode
Him being all attentive with children is my weakness.
The man of my dreams and his perfect tan.
👀 I can see something
