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Like my tastes are very simple

I will riot if he doesn’t get one

I love how we all collectively agree that Austin Butler deserves an Oscar for his performance in Elvis

This was absolutely beautiful

All Over Again

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: It wasn’t Austin’s talent or looks that reminded Priscilla of her husband the most. It was his undeniable adoration for the woman he loved. 

Warnings: Painful reminiscing?

 A/N: This request smacked me in the face, and all of a sudden it was fully written! Love it when that happens. Also, I’m aware Priscilla never actually visited the set of “Elvis” (from what I gathered through interviews and such), so you’ll have to use a bit of imagination with this one. Hope you like it!

If you would like to be added to any of my tag lists (I’ve got a general tag list, along with specific ones for each fandom I’ve written for thus far), plz leave me a comment or ask and let me know which one!

Masterlist

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Priscilla was used to seeing her husband wherever she went. 

Not just in her daughter, or the grandchildren Lisa Marie gave her. There were so many other reminders. It seemed as if the whole world was as desperate as she was to fill the Elvis-sized whole in their hearts. She heard his voice over every loudspeaker, saw his eyes in every magazine, and felt his presence anywhere that reminded her of the things that brought him joy. 

It was lonely sometimes, being the only one who understood him in that way. Even lonelier once he left this Earth for good. But Priscilla was used to it by now, and even found solace in seeing parts of the heart she left behind still reflected in the world around her. 

So no, it didn’t surprise her to see Elvis in the eyes of another. 

However, she wasn’t so accustomed to seeing herself. 

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This outfit awakened something in me

my favourite looks/scenes from elvis (2022) (part 2 of ???)

love the lighting here... idk its just cool

Austin,Elvis x reader!

𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆: you have some insecurities after some "fan" girls trying to put you down in front of Elvis, he's just a lovely boy and trying to comfort you with all is love,

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fluffy, a lot of love, self-Insecurities, insults.

This is my first story, if there are any grammatical errors please let me know, there will be other stories in the future and who knows if they will be more spicy than this✨🌶️

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You were in your apartment eating, You didn't seems so happy, maybe because when that evening you were out for shopping you You met some girls who followed you all the way you did, at first they were not so obvious, then they started throwing things at you and started looking like bullies from School, laughing and started talking bad and untrue things that were Visibly fake, all of This behind your back, literally.

At some point, you turned around and tried to always ask in a polite tone, even if you didn't know how to mantain your nerves calm, what had gone through they're head, they laughed and did nothing else. After a while then they walked away.

After going out with Elvis one day you were shocked by the crowd that every seconds stopped the two of you from going in a restaurant or in Another place that possibly was dedicated to a date, You Remembered that in that crowd were only fan girls.... Hysterical girls screaming and rattling in the presence of your boyfriend, except for some, 4 of them, the same ones you met today, were much calmer and after approaching Elvis you could feel eyes fixed on you, you tried not to get caught up in anxiety, you knew that it could be normal for someone to be jealous of the relationship you had with Elvis, but sometimes it was difficult not being able to destroy your bad feeling and your insicurities.

They were all around him, all 4, he was just happy like every day that he Meet new fans, he didn't think anything bad, he was just so glad with his fans that they were supporting him.

You started hear that they were "joking" about you, like how could he be with such a witch, fatty and you better be at home rather than walk down the Street with that kind of clothes, something like that. Elvis was in front of them sign autograph and when they were talking about you he would just staring at them with a fake smile, you could sense that he was tense about that comments, after a few minutes he bite his bottom lip and tried to act in a polite way, like always, at some point he could see you standing there behind the crowd, behind him that you were uncomfortable, and after all the kind of comments that they could tell he snapoed out:"listen here... If you have problem with my girl you have to say that, i dont want trouble, i dont know why you act like that but Im sure as hell that all of you are ridiculous, i dont Wanna hear another comment from your fucking mouth or else dont ever show up in front of my face again" he said in a calm tone but that could leave a sign on that girl's faces, and then he walked off from the crowd, you Heard everything and you didn't know how to react because he never did something like This in front of his fans. He took your hand and took you inside the restaurant, at one point he took your chin with his fingers to make you look into his eyes, and you could just let out a little gasp from the sudden contact.

You're faces were just 2 inches away from eachother, you could feel his Ocean blue eyes peering at you from top to bottom.

You felt butterflyes in your stomach.... You were on fire in that moment... And then he spoke:" darlin, i would never leave you, for no one!

You are the love of my life and will always be, i love you so much" he didn't even let you make a word that his lips were crushing in yours in a second, in a passionate kiss...his lips that were dancing with yours... you were happy, really happy... But in a little part of your dark mind you you felt something that would ruin you slowly...

You knew that Elvis loved you and you know that he didn't care about anybody else, he loved the way you looked the way you always treated him, he was so in love with you, but even after that fabulous day that he showed you who he really love, you could still feel that strange feeling in your stomach.

The words that every obsessed and jealous girl were always saying were now stuck in your little head.

"you are trash" "why he choose me? " "why me?" "am i ugly?" "He doesn't need me"

After that day with him, you always had unexpected "visits" from unwanted fan girls, who always tried to knock you down even with a Look.

So you were sitting In the kitchen and you were just feeling sick again and again. You didn't finish your plate, so you put it in the fridge and walked away from there and went in the bedroom, You felt your stomach burn and felt tears fall down your cheeks, you werent sure if you were sick for real or what.

You always loved Elvis but day by day, the time that passed all the things that you were hide,really destroyed you, You didn't want to make Elvis weigh this, you knew that he already had his problems to deal with for new songs and with the colonel, he never had a free moment, even if every time you saw him he showed you that he was you were always the first choice, the light of his life, he gave you everything you dreamed of, even if you knew that you didn't want to be annoying.

After a while you fell asleep, you tears were now Dry, and your pillow was a waterpool for how much you cried. You got up and all of a sudden you felt someone grabbing your shoulder "Aaahh!" you jumped out the bed and turn around immediatly just to see a tall figure with balck hair and a sad smile on his face.

"Elvis you scared me! Jeez... So how was work?" you said trying to sound normale as possible, but you failed, he know you too well to not notice your visible tears on your cheeks. "hey darlin... Are you alright? If you have something in mind you can te-" you stopped him "no no Elvis ehy its totally fine, i was just tired that's all" you said trying to put on a fake smile on your face "honey..." he said and slowly put both hands on your cheeks "honey i know something is on your mind, please tell me, Im so sorry i couldn't be home soneer, but now Im here, with you only you and me" he said trying to comfort you, but you didn't know how to tell him without sounding paranoid, and finally after staring back at him for.... You dont know how much, and he was just caressing your cheeks with his thumbs waiting for you to open up.

"i-i.... Elvis i.... I-i dont know Elvis.... Im afraid..." your voice was little and you were trembling he grab with one hand your waist and the other remain on your face "no no darlin hey look at me....why you're afraid?" he said in a gentle tone with his deep voice that could make you melt in any second, you take a deep breath and take all out "Elvis Im sorry, Im so sorry but.... I-Im afraid... That... You will choose someone else because you-you know there are other girls that-" he didn't let you finish "ehy ehy stop! Dont say such a stupid thing like that, i love you okey? You are thinking about that stupid girls dont you?....from the other day...?" he questioned and you nodded back "I fall in love with you for the first time that i put eyes on you, i love you and i would never leave you for someone like that okey? You have always been close to me in my time of need, you have always supported me from the beginning and I could not be happier than that, I thank you for everything darlin, you dont have to worry about anything because i will always love you, okey?"after that you didn't know what to say, you were full of Joy and love, you never realized how much you were lucky to have a man like him, youre eyes were expressing feelings that you couldn't understand, but you were finally happy again.

Then he gently pull you in a passionate kiss, youre body couldn't pull away, you don't want to tho, and the same thing him, you searched for each other in every breath you took, squeezed you closer and closer to him, you put your hand in his dark and now Messy hair... "i love you" he said with a huge grin, his face was full of passion, "i love you too" you said back with a big and shy smile...

You couldn't be so happy, you were so lucky.

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Finally i finished it! I hope you like it, i Will write more in the future so stay tuned!🍭

Oh i forgot, if you write me something on the comments i dont know why but i cant respond so i Will put only a like, Im sorry for This but i dont know why its happening,i want just to warn so have a great day/night✨⚡🔥❤️

Nonono you don’t understand.. I NEED HIM. BAD.

𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁. elvis presley

PAIRING ➨ elvis presley x f!reader

GENRE ➨ smut

SUMMARY ➨ when you get accepted to play the role of ellie corbett in blue hawaii, you never knew how a single role in your entire career could change your life.

WARNINGS ➨ smut, oral (m receiving), spanking, fingering, multiple orgasms.

SELENE NOTE ➨ another spur of the moment thing, you can imagine it with either austin butler!elvis or irl!elvis, but it's supposed to be elvis, nonetheless.

MASTERLIST

you seemed to be getting bent over things recently. just yesterday, elvis had you bent over his knees, spanking you as hard and fast as he could for the scene the two of you had to shoot, and today, once filming had been done, he had your head bent over the side of his bed, dangling off as he thrusted himself deep into your mouth, your hands gripping onto his thighs as tightly as you could without stopping any circulation. his skin tasted sweet, rubbing along the length of your tongue, while the tip was salty, precum dripping along your tongue to the back of your throat. 

a while ago you stopped taking the deep breaths your lungs screamed at you for, burning deep in your chest as your esophagus was being abused by the singer. any other man and you wouldn’t have allowed them to use you like this, wouldn’t have allowed them to brandish their teeth marks against your skin as their cock imprinted its size and shape into your throat. but here you were, doing just that, and you would feel elvis’ guitar fingers rub against the folds of your cunt, going in fast circles against your clit to give you the pleasure you so greatly sought, and whenever you would gag around him, the firm slaps he would place against them. he’s brought you to however many orgasms to the point where you could feel the now cool cum pooling underneath your ass, sticking to the inside of your thighs, all while your throat has taken so many of his own orgasms to the point where all you could feel was the viscous liquid keeping your passageways lubed up for him. 

he would often pull out to let you breathe and regain your composure, as well as releasing his cum onto your cheeks or tits, taking his free hand to rub it into your skin. you knew for sure that you weren’t going to be able to speak as well as you normally would the next day, the abuse he had put on your poor throat would eventually show up as soreness and the occasional rasp you would surely have. 

but as of right now, with elvis singing praises into the night air, you really couldn’t give two shits. not when he was saying your name in such a way that brought tingles to your pussy.

you had started as a minor actress in large movies, usually playing background characters, before you finally got your big break in a streetcar named desire next to marlon brando, and shortly after that, loving each other’s performances and the casting directors noticing the natural chemistry the two of you had, they began casting the two of you opposite each other in other films, usually as the leading couple.

despite the slight repetitiveness of it, the two of you had remained good friends, and even having to go as far as the repeating that many times whenever you two would give interviews to the press. not a single person bought it, of course, as they only ever saw the two of you on-screen, and not in your day to day lives. he usually lived in his mansion in los angeles while you lived in a quaint apartment in new york, preferring to save your money in case any career problems arise. it was finally in 1960, almost nine years since continuously filming romance movies with marlon brando, with the odd role where you were just friends, you had finally landed the role of ellie corbett in blue hawaii opposite elvis presley, and to say that you were excited was an understatement. in all honesty, you have left a nice y/n sized hole in your bedroom ceiling after having jumped on your bed too high. 

not that you would tell elvis that. 

meeting him had been a fever dream. the man that had been around since 1956, making it big within a couple of weeks of releasing his first album, was incredibly down-to-earth and polite. he made sure to shake your hand and ask your name when you were introduced as his co-star. 

when everyone had down time from filming, he would pick up his guitar, immediately strumming a familiar tune to everyone, and he would sing, loud and clear, for everyone to hear before the director called for everyone to get in their places. 

the scene you were most anxious to film was the drowning scene, where your character would run out into the water before elvis saved her, giving her a punishment shortly after for doing such a thing. however, it wasn’t the fact that it would be elvis spanking you that made you anxious, it was your reaction to it. something that you had found out years prior was the love for the feeling of someone marking their handprints on your ass, and seeing elvis strum his guitar did nothing to help that. his hands were big, strong, capable to lifting both yourself and your co-stars whenever the scene called for it. 

you had gotten obsessed with the way they felt, when they would push you away from him, as the script said, and whenever they pushed your hair back from your face when the wind picked up. they were warm too, you realized, when you had to be picked up onto a counter, and he had gotten a little too close to your breasts, thumbs rubbing against the bottom as his hands encased your ribs. he surely felt all of the air rush out of you, leaving you breathless and peering deep into his eyes, trying to seem like a scolded child and not a some aroused woman.

“you know what you need?” he asked, anger pouring through his eyes. he was indeed a good actor, you had realized these past few months. “a good ol’ fashioned spanking.” this had awakened something in your core, and you tried everything in your power to not let the smirk make its way across your face. 

“m- maybe i do,” you had cried, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. “nobody ever cared enough about me, even for that.”

“alright, eleanor, if that’ll prove that somebody does care,” he roughly pulled your arm, causing you to bend over his lap, gripping onto his thighs as you looked down at the ground. “you wouldn’t dare!”

“wouldn’t i dare? wouldn’t i?” his hand raised up, landing firm smacks against your soft bottom, and you cried as you were told to do, but sometime in the middle, when you had finally stopped caring for the noises you were making, a moan had finally erupted from your mouth, and with burning cheeks, you realized what had made you do that. 

sometime during his harsh spanks, elvis had lost his hand placement, and had landed a firm smack against your cunt, sending pleasure shooting along your already too-stimulated body. thankfully, none of the others caught on to it, and the two of you continued the scene like nothing happened. when norman taurog finally called, “cut!”, you scrambled out of the singer’s lap, looking down at your feet as you rushed to your dressing room. 

embarrassment burned against your cheeks, and you wished that a hole would swallow you up to get away from elvis. you knew he had heard your moan, as when it had come out, he landed another firm smack against your cunt and you had seen him do his little left-sided smirk when you looked back at him. “please don’t,” your eyes had pleaded to him. he knew of your crush on him, one of the crew members had told him one drunken night while they watched everyone else ate s’mores around a fire.

he could tell from the way your eyes looked at him during certain scenes, when your character was trying to find a way to get his character, chadwick, to fall in love with her. 

he decided to follow you back to your dressing room, quietly as he followed the pink chiffon robe you had been forced to wear. when you had tried closing your door, he stuck his hand out to stop it, a loud bang! emerging from the interruption, and you had jumped around to face him. “elvis, what are you -” you had only begun before he smashed his lips against yours, his long arms wrapping around you to get you closer to him. 

his hand had come down to grip your ass, and he felt himself smirk when he heard you moan against him. 

“maybe you really do need a good ol’ fashioned spanking.”