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dreamingofep · 3 months

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A Blue Velvet Crush

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

TW: Cussing, teasing, SMUTTT, fingering

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 5.4K

A/N: Hello everyone! This picture of Elvis lives rent free in my head and I knew when I first saw it, I had to write something for it.

If you've never seen some of this performance, I'd recommend watching! I'll make another post with the youtube link!

Thank you again❤️

Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

Mississippi, September 26th, 1956

Traffic was backed up for miles and the buzz in the air was electrifying. You couldn’t hide your nerves though. You weren’t even supposed to be here today but by the grace of God, you got thrown in the ring and had to cover today’s most important story. Elvis Presley was back in his hometown of Tupelo, Mississippi to perform a charity concert. His rise to fame seemed to happen overnight and everyone was dying to see him in person.

You were just an intern at the Tupelo Mirror and your supervisor that was running the Elvis story got sick this morning. Eric called you at the crack of dawn, frantic that no one was going to be there to take pictures. You had only been at the newspaper for a month and a half, you didn’t want to overstep your role and be too forward, but you mentioned that you have photography experience. You ran your college photography club and were majoring in journalism. You know you can take some decent shots of him. You try to sell yourself, affirming you can do this! The whole reason you were working for the newspaper was to get a better shot of getting a job at a newspaper company after you graduated. You thought this would be the perfect way to gain the experience. And if you got some good pictures of Elvis Presley? That could change your whole life.

You did have a fondness of the man but like, who didn’t at your age? He was the new cool guy who was causing havoc wherever he went. He was talented and had this luring sense about him. You hadn’t ever seen him in person, but based on the few televised appearances he’s made, he was beyond incredible. You knew he had a talent that no one had ever had. Your parents would always make a fuss if you were watching him and tried to make you feel bad for it.

“No Christian boy should be moving like that! It’s abhorrent.” Your parents used to say.

You’d just roll your eyes and grumble under your breath. Your parents didn’t understand that he was something young people could love and be fully immersed in without having to act all prim and proper about it. There was no other artist that would make you feel the way Elvis made his audiences feel. He was passionate and he felt the music to his very soul. It showed so easily he didn’t have to say he loved what he was doing.

And now you were going to be feet away from Elvis, taking his picture and maybe even getting the chance to ask him a few questions. The cars started moving forward more and before you could get through the gates, a police officer stopped you. You rummaged through your satchel and pulled out your press pass. He quickly nodded and directed you to the portion of the lot where other photographers and press reporters were gathered. You quickly find a spot and throw your car in park. You throw your satchel over your head and grab your camera out of its bag. It wasn’t the most high-end camera but it took nice pictures. You double-checked the camera had enough film and quickly made a beeline to the stage.

There were thousands of people here already and the buzz in the air was electric. You saw girls jumping up and down giddy that they were about to see Elvis live. You had some of the men standing next to them with a bored expression on their faces like they didn’t want to be there. You had to play it cool though. You had your press badge on and the last thing you needed was for someone to see you acting giddy when you had to be professional today.

There was a corralled section for the press behind ropes that gave you a bit better access on the side of the stage but it was still very crowded. Not only that, but it was all men here and they were all significantly taller than you. You couldn’t see a damn thing from this area and became worried you weren’t going to be able to get one good photograph of this entire thing!

You try to push and shove your way closer to the front but just get these condescending looks toward you and don’t budge an inch for you. You didn’t expect anything less honestly, the industry was made up of men and wasn’t exactly kind to women entering the workplace. You shake it off, not letting it get to you too much.

The audience starts screaming as the band takes their place on stage. It’s a small band with just a drummer, bassist, and guitar player. They’re all smiles when they hear the crowd go wild for them. Your eyes are focused on the side of the stage though. You want to get the first glimpse of him when he gets on this stage.

The audience continues to grow antsy and an announcer hops on stage. He steps in front of the microphone at center stage and taps it with his finger.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I know you all are very excited to have one of our very own from Tupelo be here today. I need you to give a warm welcome to Elvis Presley.”

The crowd erupts at his name and everyone bursts out in insane excitement. You keep your eyes on the side of the stage and you raise the camera to your face, getting ready for the first shot.

The audience gets louder and you feel the hair on your arms rise. There you see him. He’s dressed in a velvety blue long-sleeve and loose black slacks with his perfect white oxfords. His hair was greased back and looked shiny. He had his guitar on and made his way to the microphone. From this angle, he looked so tall, his legs easily gliding him across the stage.

He carried this nervous energy about him tho. He puts his hand in his pocket and grabs the microphone with the other hand.

Click.

He starts Heartbreak Hotel and drives the place insane. Everyone is screaming and some girls are even crying. His voice rings out flawlessly and once he starts singing, there’s no stopping him. He can’t seem to stand still. Whether it’s the music moving him or the nerves, he is shaking and moving, making the crowd even more insane.

There are times when the screams overpower his voice coming through the microphone. He has an amused look on his face the whole time though. Especially when he swings his hips and makes the girls go bezerk. You catch yourself blushing at those moves, how he can move his hips so easily as he makes these in-passion faces. He made you feel something you’ve never felt before. It was bad, it was lust driving you to keep looking at what he was going to do next. You wanted him to move more to see just how those hips would move in other circumstances…

Click.

Fucking focus.

He wasn’t afraid to get close to his fans. It looked like he really loved them. You could tell he moved his leg just to get them going and have them look there. Or how he’d say a certain word and prolong it all sensually, it drove the place nuts. Even just the way he held the microphone and dragged it along beside him. He commanded that stage by doing the smallest things. Elvis walks slowly to the edge of the stage where dozens of fans reach out their hands for him. He gets close and reaches out his hand too, still singing and never missing a beat.

Click.

You get the side profile of him but you think it’s going to be a great picture when it develops. What you really want is a perfect picture of his face straight onto the camera. That would be a great way to solidify that you are a great photographer and can do this professionally.

Elvis finishes his set and gets rushed off stage into the building behind the arena. You follow the crowd that’s trying to get to him, hoping you can get another picture of him that’s even better than the ones you took. The other photographers aren’t paying any attention to you and push and shove their way through. You huff annoyed, hoping you can get in there before they close the doors.

You find a spot on the side but all the men in here are so much taller and crowding Elvis. You slump by the door, frustrated that you might have ruined your big chance to prove yourself at the newspaper as you haven’t gotten a single shot of his face straight on. You wanted to the perfect shot and it seems your opportunity was wasted.

“Alright everyone it’s time to leave. Elvis won’t be answering any more questions,” a man bellows. Most of the men try to protest but they slowly start to funnel out of the door. You continue to get pushed aside until you’re almost behind the door. You don’t move from behind there because, for a brief second, a devious idea pops into your head.

Just stay here long enough for everyone to leave and ask for a picture when he’s alone.

Your heart pounds away at just the thought of being alone with Elvis but you had to try it. The worst he could say was no and get out.

The last few remaining men shuffle out of the room and Elvis yells out that he’ll be right out. The door shuts closed, making your little hiding spot be exposed in plain sight.

Elvis had his back to the door so he didn’t see you right away. You sighed in relief for that but had to work up the courage to say something to him.

What exactly should you say in this situation? ‘Hi I snuck in your dressing room even though I was told to get out, can I take a few pictures of you for the newspaper?’

You cringed just thinking about it. You took a few deep breaths and straightened out your dress.

“Umm, excuse me, Elvis?” You say sheepishly.

He turns around quickly at the sound of your voice and stares wide-eyed at you. He doesn’t say anything right away and neither do you because seeing him this close and in person is too much.

He is beautiful, in every shape and form, he is beautiful. You’ve never seen such a handsome-looking man before in your life and have no words. Logical thinking went out the window with him and he looks at you with the same expression on his face. You haven’t said more than four words to him but you want him. You want him to look at you and touch you and never stop. Your core flutters at that scandalous thought.

“You scared me there honey. H-how’d you get in here?” He asks with a mischievous grin forming on his face.

“W-w-well I uhhh. Well, I work for the newspaper and I was wondering if I could take a few more pictures of you?” You ask nervously. A long silence fills the room and you are about to turn on your heels and run for the door when he gives you another cheeky smile.

“Sure, I don’t mind at all. What was your name lil’ darlin’?” He asks smoothly.

Lil’ darlin’.

Jesus Christ I’m not going to make it out of here alive with all his charm suffocating me.

“Oh gosh Elvis, thank you so much. This truly means so much to me. And my name is y/n.” You tell him in a hurry. You make sure your camera is on and ready before you look back up at him watching you intently.

“Y/n… that’s very pretty…Where’d you want me, honey?” He coos.

Your heart pounds in your ears and you can’t register anything he just said. All you can do is look at him in shock and can’t believe you’re alone with him. You know how many thousands of girls would kill for a moment like this? And the question he just asked?! Ooh, the sheer audaciousness he has. He knows he's irresistable.

I'd love you to cover me in kisses with those pillowy soft lips...

“Huh?” You say in a daze.

“Where did you wanna take my picture honey? You’re the photographer and all,” he teases. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you nervously look down at your camera.

“Oh yeah… sorry… I’ve never really done this,” you admit. His eyebrows shoot up surprised, “First time? Wow, that’s somethin’ for a little lady coming here and coverin’ a story on a day like this. The whole town is making a huge fuss over me, I don’t think deserve it, but it’s very special either way. I’ll make sure to give you the best pictures,” he winks. It feels like your heart just about stopped by that one minuscule movement.

Stop that. Stop that right now!

You sweetly smile up at him and move further into the room, trying to see what angle and lighting would be best. The wall behind him was blue and you thought that would be a perfect backdrop to accentuate the velvet shirt he was wearing and his piercing blue eyes.

“Umm, let’s try with you stand there. I think that would be a nice background,” you say.

He casually takes a few steps back and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Like this?” He asks. You raise the camera to your face, make sure the frame is straight, and push the button.

Click.

He looked good without even trying. He had this golden aura about him. Like he shined from within. He was remarkable and you know that without saying much else to him. Even if you didn’t like him already, you can see the appeal. He was so easy to love. So easy to be around. Everything about him was inviting and warm. You don’t know how you were going to peel yourself away from him…

“Okay, how about one smiling?” You ask. He nods his head and gives you this cute cheeky smile.

Click.

God help me I can’t breathe with this man around looking this good.

“How are they comin’ out honey?” He asks, his southern inflection on honey making you feel like the actual word.

“Oh, just fine. I think they’re going to be amazing when printed,” you try to say casually.

“Oh good… what are you doin’ working for the newspaper?” He asks, fixing the sides of his hair with a comb.

Click.

“I don’t work for the newspaper, not yet at least. I’m just an intern. I’m a student at the University of Mississippi studying journalism and thought it would help to work there for a bit so when I graduate in two years, I can hopefully get a job at a newspaper,” you explain.

He intently looks at you, interested in everything you have to say, “That’s wonderful honey. I think that’s great you’re pursuing that. I don’t doubt for a second you won’t get a job anywhere you apply for,” he says sweetly. You can’t help but blush at his nice words and fiddle with your camera.

“Thank you, Elvis,” you say quietly. He walks over to the sofa that’s up against the wall and casually takes a seat.

He stretches out one arm along the back of the couch and the other rests on the arm of it. His legs were spread open and your eyes can’t help but stare at them. They were so long and he exuded sensuality, it nearly made you dizzy. He sees how you’re looking at him, intrigued with the man that so many found attractive.

You raise the camera to your eye once again as he looks down the lens intensely.

Click.

You felt like screaming like those girls were earlier. You’ve never felt so attracted to someone’s presence. It kind of scared you in a way.

He moves on the sofa slightly, bringing his hand to his mouth and giving you this luring, sultry gaze.

Oh lord, I’m a dead woman…

Click.

He doesn’t change this pose after the flash goes off, he continues to sit there with his eyes drinking you in. Your body can’t take this, the tension in the room is palpable and you are seriously considering running out now since you have plenty of good shots. Elvis slowly starts to lower his hand from his mouth and you see he was biting his lip behind it this whole time. He slowly drags his teeth across it before letting it go with a pop.

“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He asks softly.

You can’t hide your flushed cheeks anymore and lower the camera from your face to see if he’s being serious. His eyes look heavy and somber, but he cracks a little grin to lighten the mood.

“Oh, no… not something I normally hear,” you say insecurely.

“That’s a shame darlin’, you really are. You have the most gorgeous smile, beautiful eyes, and the longest legs I’ve ever seen,” he gushes.

I’m dead. I’ve gone to heaven and died. This can’t be happening!

“Well thank you very much. I could say the same for you,” you say coyly.

His eyebrows raise at the blunt remark and chuckles softly to himself. He lowers his hand off the back of the sofa and places it on the empty space beside him, looking at it, then looking back up at you. He doesn’t need to say another word, he pulls you in without trying.

You carefully place your camera on the table and take your bag off your shoulder. You make your way to sit beside him as your heart gallops like a racing horse.

He turns his body a bit to face you more and being this close to him is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You have to hold your breath or he might notice how nervous you are.

“No guy back home telling’ you how pretty you are hmm?” He says, tucking back stands of hair behind your ear. All you can do is shake your head no. His fingertips barely graze the lobe of your ear but it makes you feel weak anyway. The arousal dripping from your core is not helping the situation and not letting you think clearly.

“Oh, well I’m sorry men are so blind over there. I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he quips, giving you a cheeky smile. “The most pretty eyes, the most pretty nose, the most pretty pink lips I’ve ever seen,” he coos, leaning in closer until you can feel his breath on your lips.

You can’t take it anymore and lean in, devouring his lips with yours. You let out a deep breath as your mouth touched his, his lips feeling softer than you could have ever possibly imagined. He was so gentle with his kiss, making sure he wasn’t overstepping your boundaries. But you didn’t care about that. You screamed for more from him. More kisses, more long heated stares, more everything.

You boldly, place your hand on his bicep, pulling yourself closer to him. He responds to your touch and you can tell he likes it. His crushed velvet shirt felt nice underneath your fingertips and felt his toned arms. He places his hand on your cheek, pulling you in with more urgency. You feel breathless, loving the way his skin makes yours feel like it’s on fire.

Elvis softly pulls away, not before biting your bottom lip and letting a sigh slip out of his mouth.

“Those lips darlin’, I could kiss them all day,” he mutters, his eyes heavy with lust.

“What’s stopping you?” You whimper. He grins and pulls you in once more.

You can’t believe any of this is real. The way he is kissing you should not feel so good and yet it does. You put both of your hands on his chest, pulling him closer to you by the collar of his shirt. His hands start to roam along your back, feeling the curve of it and how well this dress fits you. Every inch of you wants his hands placed lower. Right at the spot that is yearning for friction from those perfect hands.

He starts to drag one of his hands to your hip, squeezing there then down the top of your thigh. Need coursed through you and you couldn’t help but open your legs a tad bit. You’re not sure if he noticed, but he let out a pleased hum as he kissed you with more intensity.

You needed to feel him. You needed to feel how soft his skin would be when it’s pressed against yours. Your hand sneaks into his shirt and feel the coarse little chest hairs he had there. You were right, his skin felt perfect and it only made you crave more. You snake your hand lower and onto the top of his thigh. You make the same movements he’s doing to you and you feel his body melt at your touch.

You move your hand a bit lower and go to caress the inside part of his thigh and you freeze.

“Oh…” you moan into his mouth.

What you felt underneath your fingertips made you cry in need of him. Dear God, he was blessed in more ways than one. He was so much longer than you expected and it made your heart leap out of your chest. His cock was warm and fully hard in his pants as your fingertips slowly start to rub against him. You pull away from his lips and have to look at what your hand is feeling.

You were going to die and see the pearly gates if you tried to have that inside of you. But God you didn’t care, you wanted him so bad. You’ve never wanted a man like this in your entire life. Looking up at Elvis, he looks calm and collected, still giving you a heated stare. He looks down at your hand, then back up to you with an innocent look about him.

“You like what you feel baby?” He asks low. You take a deep breath before answering him.

“Y-yes. Yes, I do…” you say softly, your hand moving along him more. He lets out a pleased groan and adjusts his hips slightly, liking the feeling of your touch on him.

“Do you want more? Do you want to feel what it’s like inside of you?” He coos, leaning in for a soft kiss that leaves you dizzy. Your breathing felt erratic and the ache you had in your core only worsened.

“Yes please Elvis… please,” you beg. He smirks at you and kisses your neck, sending a shock of electricity through you.

“Can I see what you’re wearin’ underneath this pretty dress honey?” He asks you. You nod your head and his fingers find the zipper of your dress easily. He slowly pulls it down and pulls down the fabric off the front of your body. You help him slip you out of your dress and sit there with your white bra and panties left on. He lets out a pleased little groan as he sees you sitting there, trembling with need. He gently touches your exposed skin, leaving little goosebumps behind. He touches your breasts gently, biting his lip as both of his hands cup them and start to play with your nipples through the fabric of your bra. You can’t help but lean into his touch loving every second of this.

He places a soft kiss on top of your breast as he reaches around and unclips your bra. He quickly puts one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it, groaning as he does so. Your back arches into his mouth, craving so much more from him. His other hand roams your body but only focuses on the top half of you. Your core was dripping with arousal and aching to be touched by those long fingers. You guide one hand between your legs and have him put pressure there.

You gasp instantly, his touch feeling better than you could have imagined but also realize you’ve soaked through your panties. He takes his mouth off of you and pulls away to look down at his hand.

“Fuck honey, how long have you been soaked like this?” He grumbles, his two fingers sliding up and down through your covered folds and creating the most delicious friction.

“Since I saw you moving on that stage,” you admit weakly.

He chuckles softly, “Oh honey, why didn’t you tell me sooner… this pussy just weepin’ for me?” He asks as his fingers slide the elastic of your panties to the side and expose your leaking core to him.

“Yes,” you moan. He nods his head and slowly pushes a finger inside of you. You both groan together, filling you so nicely. Your hips rock into his hand, needing everything he can give you.

You throw your head back as he adds another finger inside of you.

“Elvis,” you moan, your chest heaving for more. He watches you intently, liking how on edge you are for him. His fingers twist and curl inside of you and you gasp for air. He likes what he’s doing and can’t get enough got you either.

“You feel so nice and wet baby. Can I give you my cock now?” He asks.

“Please, I want you Elvis, please give it to me,” you beg, reaching for his belt and unfastening it. He pulls down your panties and you lift your hips to help him get them off. You then work on the button of his pants and slide down the zipper. He lifts his hips up too to take them off and you watch as his cock comes out. Oh God, you were weak by just looking at it. His pink tip was peeking out from his foreskin and clear precum started to dribble down his length. His hand wraps around his length and spreads some of that slickness around the tip of him, moving his hand up and down slowly. You look back into his intense eyes and don’t know what to say.

“You want to ride me, honey?” He asks. The look on your face must have shown the apprehension you had thinking about taking him like that. He rubs his thumb along your cheek and smirks at you.

“It’ll feel so good baby. You’re so wet for me, you’re going to cover my cock in your sweet honey and make us feel so good,” he groans as you watch him swirl his thumb around the tip of his cock. A pent-up moan escapes your lips and quickly straddle his hips, needing him more than ever.

He rubs his length through your folds, covering him in your arousal and making you both moan with the sensation. You hold onto his shoulders and press kisses to his cheek. You feel him line himself up to your entrance and hold your hips. Elvis looks up at you with need and his eyes are begging you to have him. You felt the heat of him pressed there against your entrance and you can’t wait any longer. You start to sink down on his impressive length, moaning as you take the first few inches. He felt so good, filling you so completely and stretching out your tight entrance. He throws his head back onto the couch and groans as you take him, squeezing your hips tightly.

The sounds he makes when he’s getting pleased goes straight to your head. You love the way he groans as you move slowly on him. You never knew you could be so attracted to the sound of a man getting pleased. You take more of him inside you and cry out his name, overwhelmed it can be feeling this good.

“You feel so good, honey. You like how my cock feels inside you?” He groans into your ear. You gasp as his hips move up into you, stuffing more of his length inside of you.

“Yes, oh fuck yes,” you cry out.

You move faster on him, wanting more of him and feeling your walls fluttering each second. His eyes watch how your breasts bounce as you’re riding him, drunk at the very sight of you. You close your eyes, overwhelmed with all the sensations he’s giving you and those eyes only make it worse and worse.

Your hips grind at the base of his cock and you both whimper. Your clit rubs at the base of him and you feel your walls start to clench around him. You ride him harder, chasing the high of your orgasm. You look back into his eyes, desperate for him to help you.

“E-Elvis… oh please,” you beg.

“Come darlin’, I wanna feel you come for me,” he groans as he snaps his hips into you, causing his cock to get deeper inside you.

You whimper in agony, not being able to hold on much longer. His hands are back on your hips and help you move more. Your breathing is ragged and your vision is blurry, you thrust a few more times on him and you feel your body shudder hard. Your walls squeeze around his length and cry out his name like he’s your saving grace. He groans with you, loving how good you feel around him. He helps you rock your hips into him more, making you come more than you ever have in your life. Your head feels dizzy and your body feels like it’s floating. You never knew a man could make you feel this good.

You keep riding him and don’t want to stop. He was still making these sinful sounds that sent a pulse straight to your pussy as you hear him getting pleased by you. He bites his lower lip as he stares at you, beaded sweat gathering at his temples and his breathing becoming more frantic.

“Ah, honey you feel so damn good. I need to come now,” he says gruffly. He picks you up off of him and has you stand in between his open legs. He grabs his cock in his hand once more and starts to jerk himself off, staring at you with need. You wanted to touch him again, feel the warmth of his length fill your hand. You boldly get on your knees and take his hand off of himself. You wrap your small hand around him and his eyes roll back in his head. Your wetness covered his length and made it easy to move your hand on him. You angle his length toward your chest and he bucks his forward and falls apart. His seed comes out in thick, hot, spurts and lands on your chest. He groans loudly and cusses under his breath with each stroke of your hand.

“Oh yes honey, yes,” he moans.

He’s trying to calm down and regain his normal breathing but your thumb continues to tease his extra sensitive head. He groans in agony, loving and hating how you’re playing with him.

“God honey I-I-I ain’t never felt so good,” he sighs. “Come here,” he says opening his arms to you.

You get up and sit on his thigh, your spilling arousal making a mess on him. You wince when you feel the wetness spread on him and look up at him with an innocent smile.

“Sucha messy lil’ girl hmm?” He teases.

“Mhmm, you’re quite messy too,” you quip, looking down at your chest with him covering it.

He laughs amused, “Well, you felt too good what can I say,” he says cutely, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I had to say thank you in some way for letting me take some pictures of you,” you say shyly.

“Oh, you didn’t need to, but I’m so thankful you did,” he winks.

You kiss each other more, reveling in this moment together, not wanting it to end so soon. But you knew he had other places to be, you couldn’t keep him in here forever.

“I don’t want to keep you from your day. The whole town is so happy you’re here,” you smile.

“Thanks, honey. It’s nice to be celebrated in sucha nice way,” he says caressing your face, “but this might have been my favorite thing I got today.” He says cutely.

“And what’s that?” You ask smartly.

“You, my new favorite reporter.”

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spiteless-xo · 6 months

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this is solely bc i've been doing karaoke for the past 3 hours but who of all the aot men (eren, jean, reiner) would prob be really good at singing and might serenade their s/o?

(and i feel like by this point, you can just 100% assume that porco is included when i say aot men)

hello hello! im sorry that you asked me this in august and i'm only just getting to it now 💀 i feel like i've been so absent after tbaw ended so im gonna try to get caught up on asks that i've been putting off

sorry about the wait 💗

╰┈➤ karaoke - aot.

ft. eren, jean, porco, reiner. cw. gn!reader, alcohol

⋙ eren jaeger.

LOVES karaoke! is usually the first to suggest it but if someone else beats him to it, he's a very loud supporter

has great stage presence and excellent theatrics but is not great at actually singing, mostly just likes being there to have fun, goof around, and have some drinks

likes fast rap songs like right round by flo rida or rap god by eminem.

also really likes popular songs that people can't help singing along to like bohemian rhapsody by queen, don't stop believing by journey, sweet caroline by neil diamond, since u been gone by kelly clarkson, party in the usa by miley cyrus.... the list could go on

really good at getting the shyer people to sing along too by taking some of the attention off of them by doing something crazy

⋙ jean kirstein.

not a huge karaoke fan but after a few drinks, he gets really into it

surprisingly has a really great singing voice but leans toward picking songs that everyone knows so they can sing along and he doesn't look like a show off

mr brightside by the killers, all-star by smashmoouth, livin' on a prayer by bon jovi. he doesn't pick as goofy songs as eren, but a similar vein

when singing he performs for you. he's looking at you and singing to you the whole time, even if it's not a romantic song. the others get on his case about it but he can't help it, he just wants to impress you

pretends like he hates doing duets when you ask him to, but gets really into it and smiley the whole time 🥺

⋙ porco galliard.

HATES karaoke. literally will not go unless you and the other drag him out, but even then he won't sing at all and will just eat and get drunk while the rest of you make fools of yourself

but after a few drinks, he always gets annoyed with someone (reiner) and takes the mic away to "show him how it's done"

picks annoying songs just to piss everyone off: mmmbop by hanson, baby by justin beiber, the national anthem

when he gets really drunk he starts showing off and it turns out porco's got some pipes on him!! he'll jokingly pick my heart will go on by celine dion and everyone will be staring at him with their jaws on the floor because he can actually carry the notes

gets irrationally angry the next day when he finds out that you've posted videos of him singing on instagram or snap and DEMANDS that you delete them

⋙ reiner braun.

he's very shy at first. he'll turn down any offers to sing and he'll just kinda hum along or sing quietly to himself as others perform but after a couple of drinks he starts to loosen up

will join in with eren and jean if they do some goofy rendition of let it go or will sing into the mic if you hold it out to him in the middle of your song

but after too many drinks he gets a little in his feels. he'll start picking someone like you by adele, can't help falling in love by elvis presley, perfect by ed sheeran

bless his heart, reiner tries his absolute best but he just doesn't have the best voice. but you appreciate the effort and make sure to smile and nod encouragingly to him while he's on stage

probably cries on stage during one of his love songs and then you and the others have to do damage control to get him off the stage before you all get kicked out

#tiff.asks #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #gn!reader #reiner braun #porco galliard #eren jaeger #jean kirstein #aot x reader #tiff.fic #eren #jean #porco #reiner

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hooked-on-elvis · 4 days

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June 5, 1956 📺

"Hound Dog" performance on the Milton Berle Show

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Man, apart from the performance, the moment Milton Berle slips and falls to his knees while he goofs around to the "Hound Dog" tune (2:56), which btw I don't feel nice about because it sounds like he's kinda mocking Elvis' moves with this little act (considering Berle's lines with a highly mocking tone too), seeing Elvis trying to help him to stand up and looking so worried for a sec, it got me melting. He was such a caring man. Also, the Debra Paget's "crazy fan girl" number when she kissed Elvis and he reacted with "Ohhh, man"… LMAO!!! I swear, I laughed more at this simple thing from Elvis than all the little jokes from Berle's lines. Elvis was funny… He had a natural timing for comedy even when he was not doing anything special.

What are your thoughts?

This is during the rehearsal. I personally can't appreciate the tone in this sketch. Just like "Hound Dog" performed a little time afterwards on the Steve Allen Show (July 1, 1956), this is another performance where the American tv hosts mocked Elvis - in this case in a slightly lighter way but still trying to make a laugh at his expense. People still didn't take him seriously. He had to put up with this to get to a moment he was praised and respected for his art (although people never gave him as much respect as he deserved, specially the tabloids and such).

#elvis presley #elvis history #50s elvis #milton berle show #1956 #debra paget #elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #Youtube

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I've been watching a variety of Elvis-related movies, with the eventual goal of watching all of his movies. I've started cataloging them and wanted to share along my progress and insights!

Movies

Elvis (2022)

Amazing. Amazing casting, production, storyline. Everything about this movie was amazing. Baz Lurhmann does not miss and was the perfect director for a big, bold, and glittering Elvis flic, just like Elvis himself! Also, Austin Butler.

King Creole (1958)

My favorite of his films by far! The songs, the acting, the setting, the darker and more gritty story line as compared to some of his other movies.

G.I. Blues (1960)

One of my favorites, I really enjoyed the co-stars in this one as well.

Blue Hawaii (1961)

Again, one of my favorites. The music is iconic of course, and the co-stars were great.

Girls! Girls! Girls! (1962)

This one was very fun and he looked absolutely stunning!

Fun in Acapulco (1963)

Again, really fun, he looked amazing, and the songs were great!

Viva Las Vegas (1964)

Iconic movie and theme song!

Roustabout (1964)

This one was alright, not really a favorite of mine. He looked and sang great, but most of it fell flat for me.

Clambake (1967)

Definitely not my favorite. It was supposed to be a fun beach movie, but being that this was post-concussion and the quality of the movies they were doing was going downhill, it just felt off in a variety of ways. (Also he truly worked CONSTANTLY. It's insane how many movies, shows, and songs he cranked out every year!)

Priscilla (2023)

I'm a huge Sofia Coppola fan so this was a must watch for me personally. It was beautiful aesthetic wise, but Jacob's Elvis was very cold and distant, and there's of course controversy about the events included in it and how negatively Elvis is overall portrayed.

TV / Documentaries / Docuseries

Reinventing Elvis: The '68 Comeback (2023)

Amazing visually and I really appreciated the commentators and their personal experiences!

Elvis: That's the Way it is (1970)

Just Elvis and the gang goofing around a lot! It brought me so much joy to just see him having fun!

Elvis Presley: The Searcher (2018)

Again, amazing visuals and aesthetic, and wonderful commentary. This doc also focused on his spiritual side, which is often not highlighted as significantly as his talent and charm.

Elvis on Tour (1972)

This one truly made me appreciate how much work he put into each and every concert and tour, and seeing him perform is also obviously the main draw to watch this one.

Let me know your thoughts and I'll keep you all updated with my progress!

#elvis fans #elvisaaronpresley #elvis movie #elvis presley #elvis fandom #elvis history #elvis the king #elvis movies

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kanmom51 · 10 months

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JK on Elvis Duran 19 July 2023

So that was short and sweet.

Well, way shorter than I thought it would be.

I mean, didn't expect it to be like JM's appearance on SBS radio, but kind of thought it would be a little more than 10 minutes (it was less).

The way I see it, it took them more time to take all those pics of JK than the actual interview, lol.

Anyway, JK was his sassy ole' self. Loved it.

When told Seven was such a great song, his answer: "I know".

You go JK!!!

True that.

Lol, JK asked what he feels about NY:

What do you think he talked about?

One guess. I give you one guess.

You know what? I'll give you a hint.

JK's second biggest ship (or maybe biggest?).

Now tell me, do I actually have to answer it too?

Of course it's food he talks about. Oh, and traffic. Lmao.

And this:

He's playing with us.

Maybe baby? You big ass flirt you.

Always a possibility for an album? Maybe? Seriously JK? So unfair to us.

They tried again at the end though, lol.

JK wants to perform on the moon.

And you know who is going there with him.

Yes, this man. He promised.

And he's going to keep his promise.

So, just wait for that stream JK promised us.

JK was asked what else he wants to do, what's in his future? Clothing line, restaurant etc. His answer was to continue to perform:

Even when signing he's goofing around.

Like I said, it was too short. But JK rules. He does. Plain and simple.

#Jungkook #JK #JK Seven #JK Seven Elvis Duran

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t00thpasteface · 1 year

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one of my favorite bits of music trivia/history is that when elvis costello (aka declan macmanus) was picking his stage name, he settled on "elvis costello" mostly as a bit. he'd already got "costello" from his dad's stage name, and his manager was like "dude i got an idea! what if you picked elvis as your first name?" and, as a 22 y/o new wave musician, he was like "that would be so fucking funny actually. it'll just be a fun bit for laughs and goofs :P" and that was march 1977. he put out his first album late july '77. then LESS THAN A MONTH later, ELVIS PRESLEY FUCKING DIED. and elvis costello was like. well that settles that!

#his early career can be summed up as 'committed too hard to the bit'. he gazed into the bit and the bit gazed into him #shebbz shoutz #elvis costello

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Elvis the Goof | pt. 6

pt. | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

#supposedly he's showing fans his burns he got while filming Flaming Star....but I don't think he needed nips out for that. I see you Elvy.#and I love you.#even funnier tho is the 3rd one is him getting his polio shot please my boy what are you #elvis the goof #elvis presley #elvis

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Just Once (Pt. 1) ~ Elvis

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A/N: I know it’s kinda slow going but it’s going to pick up, I promise. I want this to be a longer series so I’m kinda hoping for this to be 15-20 parts.

Prompt: You and Elvis became friends in high school, spending time goofing off with him and his other friends. All the time spent together caused Elvis to catch feelings for you. You never wanted to admit it yet you always felt the same. Then, he began touring across the state. Between finishing school and working, it was hard for you to come see him. But all it took was a phone call from Elvis to get you in a seat in his next performance. What happens when you see him is something that you didn’t expect.

Warning(s): pg-13 ish, some mild language, but this series will become more 18+ as it progresses.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tag list: @otherbluefae @shynovelist @kaitaesupremacy @kendralavon7

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September 1950

The ringing of the school bell signified the beginning of the first day of Sophomore year. You were well prepared for your first day in a new school, having read the required books over summer and having all of your supplies out and on the desk for class to begin.

As you opened your notebook to take notes the door to the classroom opened, catching your attention quickly. In walked a boy with dark hair that had been combed over with hair gel wearing a striped suit. You hadn’t noticed that you had been watching intently until he spoke up.

“I-I’m sorry I’m late, ma’am,” He stuttered his apology to Mrs. Davis as he made is way towards the only empty desk, next to you. Mrs. Davis quickly dismissed him, assuring him that it is the first day of school.

When the raven-haired boy sat next to you, he began to pull out materials from his bag when he noticed you sitting beside him. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ‘round here before, are you new?,” He whispered to you as the teacher began going over classroom rules.

You turn your attention to him, a small smile appearing on your face when he said hello. You nod shyly, “Yeah, I’m new. I moved here ‘bout a month ago from Oxford,” You whispered back, your eyes adverting towards the teacher and trying not to get caught by Mrs. Davis.

His bright blue eyes widened at the mention of Huntsville, “Like as in Oxford Mississippi?” He asked, eager to know your response. You let out a small laugh from his reaction, nodding quickly. “I’m from Mississippi too.. Tupelo.” He whisper-yells in excitement, causing the smile to spread across your face. “That’s awesome. We’re

Then he made the realization that you don’t even know his name yet. “Oh, by the way I-I’m Elvis,” He said, reaching his hand out for you. “It’s nice to meet you, Elvis. I’m Y/N,” You put your smaller hand into his, shaking his hand politely.

You spent the rest of class having side conversations with each other, talking about anything and everything in between. Although it was difficult to carry conversations without getting caught by Mrs. Davis. It was hard to explain, but something in your heart knew that Elvis was going to be your friend and he wasn’t going anywhere.

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July 1951

Today was a warm summer day under the Memphis sun, the humidity radiating through the air. Mommy and Daddy are out for the day for their anniversary, leaving you at home to deal with the heat. Even in your shorts and tank top, it just seemed like nothing was cooling you off. Then like an answer to prayer, Elvis called with plans.

“I-I was thinkin’ ‘bout going to the creek with Red and George here soon. Would you wanna join us?” He asked. A smile spread across your face, already thinking of the nice cool water. “I’m in,” You agree, a hint of excitement in your voice that makes Elvis grin into the phone. “We’ll come by and get ya soon so be ready,” He finished, saying your goodbyes before hanging up the phone to get ready.

You changed into a red and white striped two-piece bathing suit. The top had a knot that was tied between the cups, creating a simple yet cute design. The bottoms were mid-rise, covering most of your behind while accentuating your waist. Not too prude but not too showy.

As you slide into some flip flops and grab your towel, you hear the honking of a car out front to signal they were here. You rushed out the door before making your way into the car and Elvis caught a look at you in your bathing suit from the driver’s seat as you came closer, causing his breathing to hitch in his throat. She looks so ho-, His thoughts were interrupted as you opened the door to enter and all conversations halted. “Hello, boys,” You say as you situate in your seat placed besides George in the back, Red placed in the passenger side. They each said their hellos, Elvis’s coming out more enthusiastic than he hoped but you never seemed to notice.

Conversations begin again with you joining in every once in awhile but mainly enjoying the scenery outside the window. Oddly, Elvis was more quiet than usual so you made a mental note to ask him about it later. Eventually you glanced up and caught Elvis’ eyes in the rearview mirror for moment before his eyes shot back towards the road.

The small interaction caused your cheeks to burn and turn a rosy shade of pink. You hadn’t noticed but Elvis’s left leg began to shake up and down slightly, something he did whenever he was nervous. You turn your attention back to the window to allow your cheeks to return to normal, all while the car pulled into the gravel close to the creek.

Elvis parked the car and his playful smile grew as the creek came into view, forgetting the past few (hormonal) moments. A few people were already accompanying the waters, some on floats and drifting along with the water. “Time to get wet!” Red joked, earning a few laughs as he hopped out of the car followed by yourself and George.

Excitement grew inside you, considering that swimming is one of your favorite things since you were a child. As all the boys began walking towards the water, you began sprinting full speed until you reached the edge where land meets water. For a split second you turn around to look at the boys, all of which were beginning to sprint themselves, before totally immersing yourself into the water.

When the boys joined in, you all began splashing each other and trying to dunk each other underwater. During the play fighting, George splashed you with water which caused you to burst into laughter. In the middle of trying to splash him back, Elvis came up behind you and picked you up over his shoulder.

You began to shriek, “Elvis!” You exclaim between laughs, kicking your legs around as he tightened his grip. “I’m gonna throw you,” He teased, making little gestures to pretend like he was going to throw you which caused you to shriek more. “Put me down, Elvis pleaseeee,” You begged, your belly hurting from laughing so much.

“Only if you say that I am the most handsome guy in the world,” He negotiated, the biggest grin plastered on his face. “What? Oh c’monnn,” You joked which made him pretend to throw you once more. “Okay okay okay!! You’re the most handsome guy in the world,” You mumble.

“Louder!” Elvis teased as he held you up on his shoulder. “You’re the most handsome guy in the world!” You say louder, grabbing onto his arms for stability. He began to lower you off his shoulder, “Awww,” He cooed. “Too bad you’re goin’ down anyways,” He spoke quickly before dropping you into the water. All the boys began to break out into laughter as they watch you go under.

You pushed yourself back up to the surface, pushing your wet hair off your face before swimming closer to Elvis. The wide grin never left his face as you reached for him and once you grabbed him, you began to play wrestle with him in the water. When you reached to softly punch his arm, he grabbed both your wrists with his hands which pulled you closer to his chest.

Before you knew it you were inches away from his face, only noticing when you felt his breath fanning your face. Although unintentional, Elvis was liking the feeling of you pressed against him and only inches away. Part of him wanted more of you and he contemplated going for it but he was a bit stunned. Your eyes lock with his and for a moment you swore he leaned in closer. Your heart began to beat faster and an unfamiliar feeling in your belly began to bubble which caused you to panic.

“I just want to be friends,” You blurt out before he got too close. An expression of confusion, and a hint of sadness, flickered across Elvis’s face but he quickly recovered and let go of your wrists. You swore you could have died from embarrassment.

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March 1952

Oddly enough, you found yourself becoming best friends with Elvis after the creek incident. Elvis stopped by your house the day after to talk about things that happened. You told him about your fear of losing him as one of your close friends, so you don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that. He had reassured you that he wouldn’t ever try anything again, but told you that he wouldn’t promise not to flirt sometimes. To that you laughed and rolled your eyes.

From that day forward, you talked to Elvis at least every other day and told him everything. You felt like you could tell him anything and he would support you. It also helped that he was constantly complimenting you. It boosted your ego, even if you didn’t want to admit that to him.

Today, you had plans to go to the diner with Elvis. You were dressed in a white short-sleeve top tucked into a pink flowy skirt with black kitten heels. A honk was heard from the front of the house, urging you to come out. You grinned as you checked yourself in the hallway mirror once more before running out the door and into his car.

“You look absolutely beautiful, miss y/l/n,” He said in a low tone. His voice has been getting deeper lately and something about it gives you a little fuzzy feeling. Stop it.

When you snap back to reality you realized you hadn’t responded. How embarrassing. “Thank you,” You respond shyly as you buckled your seatbelt on. “No, thank you,” He teased with a wink as he pulled away. This is going to be a long day..

When you arrive at the diner, you both find a booth for two in the corner. The diner was adorned in black and white checkered floors, bright red leather booths, and white tables. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and eggs permeated the air. However, your favorite thing to order was their strawberry milkshake.

The waitress approached the booth and pulled out her notepad. “What can I get for the lovely couple today?,” She said sweetly. Redness covers your cheeks as you hid behind a menu as a smirk formed in the corner of Elvis’s lips.

“Actually,” You began to protest, but thought it would be more embarrassing to correct her. Your eyes shot back to Elvis for a moment, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “What’s that, baby?” He teased, emphasizing ‘baby’. You shot him a playful glare before looking back at the waitress.

“Can I just have a strawberry milkshake please?” You smiled at her as you hand her your menu. Elvis let out a small chuckle at your lack of protest, “Same for me, ma’am,” He responded and earned a nod from the waitress. “I’ll be back with that,” She said, dismissing herself.

“Elvis Aaron Presley,” You warned teasingly, pointing a finger at him as he continued grinning like an idiot. You couldn’t help but to let out a giggle, shaking your head. “Look, a man can dream,” He said half-jokingly.

You began to chit chat about little things, asking about his parents and telling him about your own. Then as conversation died, you began to ask each other deeper questions. “So what do you want to do in life, Presley?” You probed, gently nudging him in the leg with your foot to grab his attention again. Elvis’ eyes darted to you from the table, a bright smile on his face at the question. “I-I’ve always wanted to sing. To make music!” He spoke enthusiastically.

With the amount of excitement he exuded, you couldn’t help but to grin at him. “Really? Hmm.” You hummed, tilting your head to pretend to be in thought. “Elvis Presley, global superstar!” You flare your fingers to mimic flashing lights. “I can see it already.” He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head at how goofy you were and you soon joined him in laughter.

“But no seriously, I bet you could do it. Let me hear you sometime,” You suggested, earning a hopeful look from him. He opened his mouth to speak as the waitress approached. “Alright, here you lovebirds are!” She sing-songed, placing the milkshake glasses in front of the both of you. “Thank you,” You both say in unison and she smiled before she walked away.

“When I take you home,” Elvis said as he placed his straw into the shake. You frowned in confusion for a moment, quickly remembering the conversation before the waitress arrived. “Ooo! Dessert and a personal concert. You sure know how to treat a lady,” You joked with him.

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After the milkshakes, you went back to your house to hang out and hear him sing. You were too excited to hear him sing that the second you walked into the door, you grabbed his arm and dragged him to the living room. He followed close behind, laughing at how ridiculous you were while taking a seat on the couch when you finally let him go.

You sat on the chair across from the couch with your chin in your palm, looking at him eagerly. “You really wanna hear me sing?” He teased. “C’mon, of course I do,” You encouraged him to begin. He cleared his throat before he looked at you, pausing. “Well I don’t know if I can do it when you’re lookin’ at me like that,” He said as his knee began to shake up and down again.

“Why? Do I make you nervous?” You asked jokingly. A moment of silence. “Yeah,” He said in a softer voice filled with honesty. You gave him a quick nod, “Okay, I’ll turn around. It will be like I’m not even here,” You turn in the chair so your back is facing him.

Elvis took in a deep but shaky breath, trying to calm his nerves. He closed his eyes to help as he began to sing, his deep velvety voice filling the room. Your eyes widened slightly within seconds, absolutely stunned at his voice. Despite his nervousness he went through the song beautifully and leaving you in awe.

“Elvis…” You began as you started turning around to face him again. Nervousness filled through Elvis’s body as he awaited for your reaction. Never has he ever been this nervous about a girl before. For a moment you couldn’t think of words to explain how wonderful he is. “I’m not just saying this because you’re my best friend but you have a beautiful voice.” You finally find the words.

Relief washed over him at those words and he relaxed in the seat, “You really think so?” He asked in reassurance. You nod frantically, “I know so. I also know that the world needs to hear your voice. You gotta do somethin’ with it,” You encouraged. And little did you know, those words would later kickstart the beginning of Elvis’ career.

#elvis presley fic #elvis presley x reader #elvis 2022 #elvis fanfiction #elvis x reader #elvis imagine #elvis fluff #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley imagine

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Y/n walks in on a quietly moaning more of a grunting costar Austin masterbaiting in his trailer for the movie you both are the lead actors in. (They both have a crush on each other but neither of them will take the jump). The next scene you shoot is super awkward and baz picks up on it and pulls you both aside and asks what’s up. Y/n’s cheeks go so red and Austin instantly notices which makes him hard all over again (baz and reader also notice which then makes austin turn red)

During the filming of Elvis you and Austin would be tons of time together running lines with one another and sometimes just hangout with each other whenever there was downtime on set, this became a normal thing even if you didn't have scenes together one day, you would also come and pay him a visit in his trailer and just talk or goof around. You both secretly had crushes on one another be neither of you were bold enough to come out and say it to one another. Unsure of what the other person my be feeling. But Austin had the biggest crush on you from the beginning, but the deeper his crush became the more nervous he would become around you and even just seeing you in some of your Priscilla wardrobe began to turn him in especially after the scene you just finished filming together with the two of you in bed and you wearing that nightgown. Once Baz had called cut and told everyone to take a break he couldn't get out of there fast enough and into his trailer because he had gotten turned on in the scene being that close to you which caused to him to get hard and he knew he had to get rid of it before going back on set because he knew Baz was going to want to film the scene one more time just to make sure it was done right. He was quite the perfectionist.

You had noticed how quickly Austin had left and wonder if there was something wrong, so you covered up with your robe and walked off the set and headed out to where the trailers were parked. Meanwhile Austin was in the bedroom of his trailer, yanking his pants down revealing his hard cock and he wrapped his hand around himself and began to slowly pump his cock in his hand, groaning softly and all he could think about was you in that nightgown and him having to give your ass a slap in the scene and the faster he jerked off the louder his moans and breathing were becoming. You approached his trailer hearing some odd noises coming from it and you had knocked lightly on the door. "Austin?" you said. But there was no answer, but the noises continued. The two of you had grown comfortable enough that you just walked right into his trailer and now the noises were more audible, you followed them back to his bedroom and the moment you realized what the noises were you saw him, sitting on the bed, pants around his ankles, pumping his cock in his hand quite steadily, you both yelped at the sight of each other and he frantically tried to pull his pants back up and you were shielding your eyes, quickly turning away from him.

"I... Uh.. I'm sorry, I thought something was wrong, I knocked.. Sorry..." you say nervously as you became flustered, and quickly rushing out of his trailer. "Shit.." Austin mumbled. He felt so embarrassed and now he didn't know how he was going to face you or be able to do that scene again without it being weird. You couldn't of gotten back to set fast enough, trying to shake off what just happened but still in shock. The sight of him like that replaying in your mind. Austin was eventually called back to set and he went hesitantly, now you were reshooting that same scene that caused all this in the first place. Neither of you were looking at each other now, just awkward glances, but you knew you both had to get it together for the scene. You slipped your robe off and you both got back into your places and you could feel Austin staring at you and he so badly wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words and Baz was yelling "Action!" and the two of you were not giving the same energy the first time you filmed the scene.

Once it was time for you both to get into the bed with one another, it became more awkward and Austin was afraid to touch you now in fear that he would get hard again and this time you'd feel it and you'd know that what you witness in the trailer was because of you. Baz completely dissatisfied with what you two were doing called cut and you both sat up now in the bed, climbing out of it as Baz gestured for you both to come over to him. "What's going on with the two of you? The chemistry is a bit off." he says. You feel yourself becoming flustered once again, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing so hard, but Austin noticed this as he looked at you again and the nightgown he couldn't keep his eyes off and suddenly he could feel the tightness in his pants again. "Oh no.. Not again, not right now." he thought to himself, trying his best to hide it.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of his pants and you saw he was hard and you covered your mouth as you gasped softly, your face as red as tomato and suddenly Baz noticed this as well and when Austin realized what the two of you were looking at suddenly he was as flustered and red in the face as you were. Hoping that this was all dream and he was going to wake up now.

I hope I did this right for you!!! Thanks for the request!!! Enjoy.

#austin butler x you #austin butler #austin elvis imagine #elvis #elvis movie

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dreamingofep · 10 months

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At Ease

(Elvis/Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: kinda🤭

Prompt: Today is the day Elvis comes home from the army and you’re waiting for him with open arms. He wants to show you how much he missed you. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, teasing/ tension, SMUTTT, oral sex, fingering, the usual really dirty stuff.

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)

Word Count: 5K

A/N: Hello everyone!

I love some army Elvis and he looks way too damn good to not write about him! Like who gave him the fucking right I hate it. This idea came with the help of @loving-elvis when we noticed how beautiful he looked in this interview and what fun could be had on that desk🤭 I purposefully put that bottom left picture on here for good reasons 🫣 Thank you @cryingabtab for the title name🩷

Again this man has me weak, I’ll never get over him so I hope you enjoy this little one shot and let me know what you think!

I also mentioned earlier that I'm also posting my fics on Ao3 so you can read my stuff there too if you want! The link is on my masterlist. Thank you again❤️

Sorry for any spelling mistakes or goofs.

March 7th, 1960

Excited nerves rattled your body as you waited for the white gates to open to Graceland. These last two years have felt like a lifetime since the last time you saw Elvis. He left your life in such an abrupt fashion and you couldn’t believe they shipped him off to Germany so quickly.

You had only been seeing each other for a few months before he was shipped off so it wasn’t a serious relationship by any means. You both did have a really nice connection though. One that was so easy you didn’t need to think about being a certain way with him or do anything that you didn’t feel was right. He just had this presence that calmed you, but also left you on edge with a tingly sensation running down your spine.

He was just as heartbroken about the news of the draft as you were. His career was taking off and he was doing what he loved. Couldn’t help but feel he was cheated of the opportunity to do more, but he’s coming back home today and you know he’s going to make a big impact with whatever he does next.

On his last day here in Memphis, you clung to his shoulders, not wanting him to go so soon. You had hope that things could go further with him but the draft might spoil those chances.

“When I come back, if you don’t already have a man takin’ care of ya, will you be here waiting for me?” His voice cracking with emotion.

You gazed into his beautiful blue eyes, trying to memorize how they look into yours.

“Yes honey, I’ll be here,” you whisper.

He cracks that crooked smile you love so much and kisses you passionately, flames building inside you. His hands squeeze your hips, pulling you in closer to his warm body. You feel your heart gallop in your chest, your body wanting him like never before. But it’s all too late, and the wonder of what could have been will haunt your dreams for the next two years. He pulls away and looks at you breathlessly.

“If you want, will you be good for me? Stay untouched and everything,” he asks innocently with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

You nod your head, squeezing his hand assuredly.

Within these last two years, no guy has caught your eye, not the way Elvis Presley does. Your friends would set you up on dates with some guys but they always fell short compared to Elvis.

His daddy let you know a few days before that Elvis was coming home and he wanted you there if you weren’t busy. You were thrilled Elvis told him about you, giving you a glint of hope that he still has feelings for you. You knew you were playing a dangerous game though. Elvis could have found a new love in Germany and forgot all about you or he might want you again.

The white gates slowly open and the black Cadillac makes its way up the winding driveway. Everyone that gathered on the steps of Graceland buzzed with excitement to get a glimpse of Elvis after all this time.

The back door opens and out comes that tall, blue-eyed boy you’ve missed so much. He was wearing all black, his tan chest peeking out from his dress shirt that was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. A gold medallion hung from his neck and he flashed that million-dollar smile you had seen so many times in newspapers and magazines. His hair perfectly styled and drooping down onto his forehead when he moved. You couldn’t imagine a better looking man.

He gets rushed with hugs and kisses from his family members and you can’t help but feel the excitement grow inside you to get a hug from him next. His eyes dart up to meet yours standing there on the stoop of the entryway and he looks at you in awe. He politely parts from everyone and makes a beeline to you standing there. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering places on your body longer than he normally would and it makes you blush. Elvis bites his lower lip as he smiles and shakes his head at you, “well goddamn. Aren’t you the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he gushes. He wraps his arms around your torso and picks you up, giving you a big hug. You can’t help but squeal as he squeezes the air out of you. You giggle as you breathe again and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. He places a soft kiss on your cheek and sets you back on the ground, taking another look at you.

“Is it possible you got more handsome?” You ask coyly. He grins down at you, not letting go of your waist. There’s an intense heat radiating through him, his eyes boring holes into your entire body.

“No honey I’m still just me. You on the other hand… my God you look so gorgeous. I really missed you,” he smiles.

You can’t help but reach for his face, caressing it with your thumb, and look into those mesmerizing eyes.

“I missed you too Elvis,” you say shyly.

He reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers in yours. He looks back to the crowd forming and pulls you into the house, closing the door hoping no one will notice his absence.

“Where are we going?” you say in a hushed whisper as he’s pulling you swiftly to the back of the house.

“Away from everyone. I just want a second with ya before I get bombarded with people,” he says as he opens the back door and rushes into the back office outside. He closes the door and the stillness of the office brings a chill to you. Not only that, but the way Elvis feels around you is something you hadn’t experienced before. He feels so comforting and at the same time, dangerous? You can’t really put a finger on what it is but something has changed about him. And it’s not necessarily a bad thing either, it’s just overwhelming and makes you want to sink to your knees. The confidence that he carried now shined through him like never before. When he left, he was still trying to figure himself out, the fame blinded him and he was still a little shy kid from Tupelo. But now, the confidence he carries is so… attractive. You don’t want to get away from him.

Elvis’ hands find your waist once more and pulls you in to hug you, leaning down his face into the crook of your neck. A chill forms all over his body as his skin touches yours.

More… your body screams.

Your brain races a million miles per second and you try to calm yourself down.

He sighs softly and looks back at you, almost unsure of what to say.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I wouldn’t want anyone else waiting for me,” he coos, tucking your hair behind your ear, showing your face to him.

“I wouldn’t have missed it, honey. It’s been too long,” you say, your hand snaking up to his soft hair.

A new tension forms in the room and your heart pounds because of it. There’s a dangerous glint in his eye the more he looks at you. A look of want? Need? No, lust. Raging, burning, lust when he stares at you. He parts his lips and subtly licks them, his eyes looking like they’re intoxicated.

“Baby?” He murmurs.

“Hmm,” you say dreamily.

“I need to kiss you,” he says as his breathing starts to hitch.

Your hands grab onto the front of his shirt and pull him in closer.

“Well what are you waiting for,” you whisper, pulling him into you and reaching up to kiss him.

His soft lush lips press into yours and you could swear this is what heaven feels like. He breathes in deeply as he goes for another kiss, heat coming off of him in abundance. Your hand wanders over his chest, feeling the soft little hairs that lay there. His lips continue to devour yours, putting his hand on the back of your neck, making a soft airy moan slip from your lips as he deepens the kiss.

Elvis likes this response from you, letting a moan of his own come out and he pushes his hips into your body. Your heart dances wildly, relishing in this new sensation he’s giving you, feeling his member grow hard with need. You gasp when you feel his bulge and your core begins to throb.

You look up at him breathless, needing more of him but not too sure what to do next.

“Oh honey,” he mutters, his hands grappling at your dress, scrunching up the pretty tulle fabric.

“Elvis… I-I-I want you… you feel good,” you stutter out.

A cute coy smile appears across his face.

“You feel even better baby.” He says cutely.

He walks you back toward the desk, lifting you up and sitting you down on the cold surface. He steps in between your legs, causing you to spread them apart more than you normally would.

“Baby uh,” he stammers.

“What honey?”

“Have you been good? Staying a good little girl for me?” He asks. Heat rushes to your core as you realize what he’s asking of you.

“Mhmm, yes honey. Been on my best behavior,” you assure.

A little smirk forms on his face and he grabs a hand full of your dress up, moving it above your knee and stopping there.

“Can I see? Can I feel how good you’ve been?” He says low, his voice dripping with temptation.

Wetness pools in your panties and there’s nothing more enticing than having Elvis touch you. You want it so bad it feels like you can’t breathe properly without his skin on yours.

“Yes, you can touch me,” you squeak out.

He lifts your dress up higher, exposing your white cotton panties that now had a wet stain on them. He sees the stain and his eyebrows shoot up and he hums to himself in contentment.

He loops his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you lift up your hips to help him get them off of you.

You’re left exposed there on the table not sure what the state of your pussy might be looking like but based on the way it feels, it has to look a mess. He crouched down to get a better look at you, spreading open your folds with two of his fingers and seeing the wetness spilling out of you.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Someone’s been a very bad girl,” he tsks.

Your whole body feels on edge and a bit embarrassed, but you know Elvis wouldn’t make you feel bad about this sort of thing.

“I’ve only been bad since you drove through those gates,” you stammer. “Just the sight of you has me dying…”

“Oh I see honey… can I feel how bad… how bad this pussy needs attention”

Your heart thumps wildly and you are so magnetized to him and his gaze. You never want him to stop looking at you like this.

“Yes, please touch me,” you whimper.

He leans into kiss you, his tongue entering your mouth and tangling against yours. You pull him in again by his collar and moan. He slowly pulls away, his eyes looking at you ravenously.

Elvis places his index finger on your lips, rubbing it along your bottom lip.

“Open your mouth and lick,” he instructs.

Your breathing hitches and you nod your head, opening your lips apart and letting him push his finger in your mouth. You lick his long finger, swirling it like a lollipop, getting most of it wet with your saliva. You grab onto his wrist and continue the motions as he watches you intensely. A deep guttural growl comes out of him as you look up at him with pleading eyes, watching him come undone with this one small act.

He slowly pulls his finger out, traveling down to your wet heat. His finger gets in between your slick, wet, folds and he cusses when he feels how soaked you are. He rubs it back and forth a few times, giving you a new shocking feeling and increasing the throbbing sensation that has formed there. His fingertip finds your entrance and he carefully plunges it into your core. You gasp, never having been penetrated before and unaccustomed to anything being inside you. His finger feels so long inside you and your walls hug it taught. Your mind races with the thought of what his dick could feel like inside you. If his fingers were long… surely he had something to hide in his pants.

Elvis moans when he gets knuckle deep inside you, grabbing onto your thigh and squeezing it with his other hand.

“Fuck honey, this pussy feels perfect. I want to be inside you so bad,” he moans, his finger curling up and pushing up against this spot inside you that could make you scream.

“Mmm, oh god yes,” you moan, bucking your hips into his hand. He gives a pleased chuckle as he watches you grind more, figuring out what feels best.

Suddenly, a group of voices start to get closer to the office and their footsteps become louder. You freeze, your heart sinking to your stomach as you don’t know what to do.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself.

He carefully pulls his finger out and licks all the slick that’s gathered on his finger. He moans when it hits his tongue and his eyes roll back slightly.

“Mmm, taste so sweet honey. We’re gonna have to wait though, the reporters are coming, I need you to hide,” He says controlled.

“What? Right now? Crap, where should I go?” You say in a bit of a panic.

He pulls your dress down as the voices become louder, “get underneath the desk baby. Don’t make a sound,” he says as he leads you to the back of the desk and covers the back of your head so it doesn’t get hit. You crouch down and get in the corner of the desk, bending your knees up to your chest and try to control your breathing.

The door bursts open and a bunch of men’s voices fill the small office. You hear camera bulbs flash and everyone trying to get Elvis' attention.

“Elvis right here!”

“Elvis how’s it feel to be home?!”

“Elvis turn to the left please!”

You hear his father’s voice telling them to calm down and ask questions one at a time.

Elvis is quiet as they snap a few pictures and then he goes to sit down behind the desk. You see his legs move the chair aside and sits down, spreading his legs open and pulling his slacks up.

You stare at how he’s sitting like he’s just teasing you in your helpless state. He leans forward on the desk, waiting for the reporters to get organized before they ask their first question. There’s little light coming through but your eyes get drawn to his crotch. There you see the outline of his hard member, pressing against his leg. You have to place your hand over your mouth from the gasp you wanted to make. He was so much longer than you could have ever anticipated and that growing need of having him inside you grew immensely.

The throbbing grew inside you and you squeeze your legs together, needing some relief. You pray that this interview isn’t an hour long or something because you’re going to be in agony by then. Elvis starts answering questions very nonchalantly, his smooth deep voice bringing a zing to your core. His southern inflection on certain words makes your heart leap out of your chest. How can he be so sexy just doing the bare minimum?

His foot rubs against your leg, rubbing it up and down as he sits back and swivels his chair side to side answering the questions.

Your hand snakes up his pant leg and you squeeze his calf. His leg tenses when he first feels you but then relaxes. Your fingers rub slow soft circles on his toned leg and he starts to move it. You’re not sure if he’s moving it out of nervousness or out of distraction but you can’t keep your hands off of him.

The next question has you at attention and you stop rubbing his leg.

“Elvis, did you find anyone special over there?”

He chuckles amused by the question, “No no I didn’t. I did meet this one girl… but it was no big love affair or anything. They just took some pictures when I was getting on the plane that’s all.”

You let out a sigh of relief, thankful he wasn’t madly in love with someone else overseas. But right now it honestly didn’t really matter, he wanted you and was wanting to make love to you and your body craves him. He scoots the chair in some more, leaning on the desk waiting for more questions. Your hand travels further up and finds his still hard length. The heat radiates off of him and it makes your mouth water. You rub it gently, up and down, feeling his body stiffen when you put more pressure. He clears his throat as he answers the next question and pushes the chair in even further under the table, giving you better access.

His hips subtly rut into your hand and your need for him grows when he does this. You never thought you could make him feel like this but you have him all in your hand and based on how he’s moving, he’s loving it.

You feel your wetness seep out of you and run down your leg. You were turned on like never before and needed him to pour all of his attention on you.

More…. Your body continues to scream.

Your hands move up further until you find the button of his pants and slowly slide down the zipper.

He puts one of his hands on his thigh and scrunches the material of his slacks in a frustrated manner.

You make sure not to move too quickly to not give any attention to what’s happening behind the desk. Your hand reaches into his pants and pulls out his hard length. You press your lips together to hold make the moan you want to make as you stare at his cock.

He was much longer than you thought and part of you is nervous to have all of that inside you, but on the other hand, you are so unbelievably horny for him, wanting him to stuff you to the hilt with it. You feel the tip of him leaking with a clear fluid. Your thumb swirls it, spreading it along his head and his hips jolt forward, making it seem like he was just adjusting in his seat.

Your hand starts to slowly jerk him, feeling the heat of him in your palm like a hot rod. You feel so dirty for doing this but love that it’s with Elvis and it seems he’s enjoying it. Another really bad idea comes into your mind. One that you’ve only ever heard of from other girlfriends and right now, it seems like a really good idea. You want him in your mouth.

Your heart continues to gallop, almost sure that everyone can hear it in this room. You decide to go for it, and pull back his foreskin and swirl your tongue on it. The clear fluid tastes salty but your mouth waters for more. You wrap your lips around him and put more of him in your mouth. You hear him take a deep breath in as he answers the last question and try to maintain his calm stature.

Your wetness continues to pool more and the throbbing becomes almost insatiable. You try to not make any noise with your mouth but it is difficult. You have to take it slow and based on Elvis’ hip motions, he’s liking it.

The reporters thank Elvis for his time and people start to file out. A few of them hang back trying to get another question in but his daddy escorts them out and informs them the interview is done.

“Daddy, please let me be alone in here. Don’t let anyone in. I need a moment to myself,” He says calmly as your mouth takes more of him. You hear his audible gasp and clear his throat again.

“Sure son, no problem,” He assures.

The click of the door closes and Elvis stays still, making sure no one is going to come in. He moves his hips away from you and you release his length from your mouth. He stands up and swiftly goes to the door, turning the top bolt. You hear his footsteps come around the desk and he pushes the chair away from it. He reaches his hand underneath the desk and finds your arm and pulls you out from underneath.

He has fire in his eyes and looks so unbelievably intense. Taking the back of his forearm, he wipes the desk off clean. Papers fluttered into the ground and paperweights made a loud thud when they hit the carpet.

He picks you up underneath your arms and sits you down firmly on the desk. Your eyes wander down to his open slacks and see his length in a better light. You softly moan when you see it, veins protruding from his shaft and the head of it peeking from his foreskin, red and glistening with your spit.

He places his hand on your chin, making you look up into his eyes.

“Jesus Christ woman, look what you’ve done to me,” his head shoots down to look at his length. He doesn’t let your head move and you just have to wait for what he wants to do next.

“That stuff you were doing was very bad… I liked it a bit too much,” he says devilishly.

“Oh yeah? I wasn’t sure but… I’m glad you did. I really liked it too,” you say timidly.

His hands squeeze your thighs, spreading your legs open and pulling up your dress to rest his cock on your folds. You gasp at the sensation and he moans deeply. He takes his cock in his hand to rub the tip of it on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and claw at his arm, cussing underneath your breath.

“God you’re so wet honey,” he groans as his length gathers more of your arousal on him. He watches you intently, seeing how your eyes cannot be taken away from his length. He chuckles inwardly and continues to tease you.

“You see something you like?” He asks deviously.

Your breathing quickens as you continue to watch him rub his length through your folds.

“Y-y-yes Elvis I umm… oh God,” you pant, letting these euphoric feelings wash over your body.

“What baby, what is it? Tell me what you’re thinkin’,” he tantalizes.

You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling your cheeks turn scarlet with what you’re about to say. “I just… umm… I didn’t expect you to be so… so big,” you mutter, looking back up into his eyes.

A soft smirk forms on his face, “it’s gonna feel even better inside you,” he coos. “Are you ready for me? You want me to take care of you?”

Your head feels like you’re on a cloud and drunk on him at the same time.

“Yes please,” you mewl.

He pulls your dress up off your body and pushes you back on the desk to have you lie down. The cold surface hits your back and sends chills through you as Elvis looms over you. His hands squeeze your breasts and another bolt of lightning travels through your body to your core.

He lines himself up and pushes the tip in, making you cry out. He grunts when he tries to put more inside of you.

“Fuck honey you’re so tight. You need some help taking me.” He says pulling out of you and placing two fingers on your clit and rubbing there. You let out another needy moan as he works you. He coats his two fingers in your wetness and carefully pushed them inside you.

“Ohmygod,” you cry out and your head pops up off of the desk to watch him finger you. He curls them and feels out your fluttering walls.

“Yes baby that’s it, keep nice and relaxed for me,” He beckons. His fingers reach places you haven’t even known about, making the slick between your legs grow even more. You begin to rut into his hand, letting your instincts take over and get the most pleasure out of it.

He groans when he watches you, almost looking envious of his fingers with how good they’re making you feel.

He quickly pulls them out of you and you moan with feeling so empty.

He lines himself up again against your weeping hole and looks at you, he sees your pleading eyes wild and lust-filled.

He pushes himself in and groans heavily, your wet heat wrapping tightly around him. You cry out for him, feeling the searing pain and pleasure filling your body. He keeps a slow pace, pushing in more of his length with each thrust. You watch as he pulls out his cock and see your wetness cover it, then get buried back inside you. It’s all too much, the sensations that he brings to you are like nothing you’ve ever experienced or thought you could experience.

Elvis hisses as he moves faster, “goddamn honey, feeling so good. Squeezing my cock so tight already,” he slurs. He grabs onto your hips and starts to drive into you like this. You moan louder, feeling the pain sear through you.

“Elvis please,” you cry. He rubs one of his thumbs on your clit and moves it in fast circles.

“You’re doing so good honey. Almost there,” he says as he pushes the rest of his length inside you making both of you groan.

“Oh god Elvis yes,” you moan. Pleasure slowly starts to seep through your veins and tightens the coil in your belly. He moves his hips faster, hitting all the right places and making you feel so good.

His face looks gorgeous like this, so concentrated on you but so lustful. He makes the most delicious noises when he takes you, grunting and panting for air as he stuffs you completely. His eyes are glued to his length going in and out of you and how each snap of his hips makes you moan even louder.

The pain subsides and all you can feel is mind-blowing satisfaction. You sit up on your forearms to look at him fuck you, your coil tightening by the second. His hips pound into you harder, rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, bringing you closer to orgasm.

His eyes drink you in and suddenly stop when he looks at your belly. He cusses and places his hands on your lower belly, putting a new pressure there making you feel so full. Every snap of his hips drives you wild and you’re so close to screaming his name.

“Look baby, look how deep I am inside ya,” he grunts breathlessly. He lifts his hand and you can see the poking of his head pushing up on your lower abdomen. You moan deeply, unable to take much more. The squelching coming from between your legs makes Elvis take you faster, wanting to take you to the edge.

“Fuck Elvis, that’s so good,” you gasp, placing your own hand on your belly to feel him inside you.

He growls, too far gone with lust raging through him, “Oh honey, takin’ me so good. You’re gonna make me cum,” he groans.

He leans down to suck on your breast, licking and biting at your nipples. Your walls flutter and you know you’re going to cum. He sees the panic and pounds into you harder, almost knocking the wind out of you.

“Come on baby, let yourself go,” he pleads.

You throw your head back and scream for him as your walls squeeze around his girth. Your entire body radiates with pleasure and you can’t catch your breath with how he’s taking you.

He moans your name too, barely able to contain himself while he’s inside you.

“Goddamn baby, I need to cum…” he grunts through his teeth, his hips becoming sporadic and his strides uneven.

He abruptly pulls out of you and jerks his cock in his hand. You watch as white-hot spurts come shooting out of him and into your belly. You watch in awe as he comes undone in front of you, probably one of the single most hottest things you had ever seen in your life. The way his eyebrows furrow together and opens his mouth before letting out the most satisfying-sounding moan you’ve ever heard.

Elvis pants over you, wiping the sweat from his brow and leaning onto the desk with one hand. You look up at him in a daze, unable to comprehend what has happened within this last hour. Your body feels weak yet floating on a cloud. You have no idea sex could be that good let alone it being your first time. Those famous hips put in the work and left you breathless. You look down at the pool of his arousal sitting on your belly, and back up to him.

“Was that okay for you honey? Did I do a good job?” He asks innocently. You nod your head yes quickly, almost laughing that he even had to ask you that.

“Oh yeah honey, you were… God I have no idea what to say, It was so damn good,” you gush.

A smile forms on his face as he looks at your body again, “Good baby, I loved it too. I couldn’t get enough,” he teases, wiping your belly off with a tissue.

“Well umm… I’m free for the rest of the day…. If you decided you wanted some more of me,” you tease.

He lets out a little chuckle and his eyes light up, “I might just have to take you up on that,” he coos.

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