#₊˚ʚ♡ɞ ˚₊ thirsts

[notiddygxthgf]

wakasa throws the “i’m sorry ms. imaushi” or “so sorry mama” whenever you’re mad at him and it works, the little shit knows that as soon as he says either of those things you’re no longer mad at him i hate him so much

wakasa has such a grip on you and he fucking knows it. ugh.

he won't even be phased by you when you get all up in his face shouting and calling him names. he'll just stand there smirking at you because the only thing he can focus on is how god damn pretty you look when you're angry

shit, sometimes, he pisses you off just to see you all hot and bothered like this -- eyes pointed and brows drawn, accusatory finger pointed at his chest.

he's already thinking of the 30 different positions he would have you in right fucking now if he could -- god, he just wants to fuck that little attitude right out of you. (yes, I head canon that waka is a brat tamer and no one can tell me otherwise.)

"Are you even fucking listening?" You would ask.

"Mhm," he would say, but he would never want you to feel like he didn't care about what you have to say, so he would add, "I'm listening, mama, keep going."

you hope he doesn't catch the way you stammer as you continue your ramble. he does -- and his smirk only widens at it.

he knows you could never stay mad at him.

when he decides he's had his fun, he'll slide his arm around you, lips dripping with those sweet nothings he knows you love to hear.

"I'm sorry, mama," He croons softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I won't do it again."

he knows you're not really that angry at him. Rather, that you're angry at a situation and you want to be heard by him.

"Promise?" you would ask him.

"'Course, mama," he adds. "don't want my future wife crying' over something I did. y'er too damn pretty. ain't that right, mrs. imaushi?"

then your gaze would soften, your anger would weaken, and he would know he had won. he knew he had your pretty ass wrapped around his finger. no one else could handle his princess the way he could.

he knows you're not goin anywhere.

[thugbiscuits]

guys i’m fine! my period is about to start

[thecordelialetters]

Homelander x Vampire! Reader

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Summary: There's nothing that taste better than the blood of the strongest supe in the world. Warning: Fem! reader insert, smut, explicit sex Wc: 1,778

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, your powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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Since you developed them at the age of 8, you're powers were a blessing and a curse. Gifted with an immortal indestructible body, the speed that rivaled A-Trains, and the strength of a thousand men, you had one flaw, your insatiable thirst. As a young girl who knew nothing of control, you tore right through your parents, ripping them limb from limb and sucking them dry. You've gotten a lot better at self-control since then, though the memory still haunts you. Starlight, or Annie as you knew her from her childhood was the sweetest girl you ever met. You had known her since she was a little and babysat her when her mom was away. The ball of sunshine always asked to see your fangs ( not that her mom knew until Annie was older ) and loved riding on your shoulders while you ran. She would ask you to throw her up and down, always falling into a fit of giggles, before making you chase her through the house.

You saw Annie all the way to adulthood being a loyal friend by her side when she joined the Seven and even after she met the boys and her boyfriend Hughie. As much as the spineless man annoyed you with his nerdy tendencies and sweaty smell, he was good to Annie. That's how you end up in the Vought Tower as a double agent. Ashley was the one who found you, she saw some articles about the good deeds you had done a few years back and wondered why with powers such as yours, you had flown under the radar. You could hear her voice in the meeting room introducing you. "Homelander this is Night Crawler, she would make a great member of the team, her abilities include super strength, hearing, and speed." You could smell her blood pumping and her heart rapidly beating under the scrutiny of Homelander's eyes. Pushing the door open with one hand you strode in head held high while looking around the room.

"Hello, I am Night Crawler." Before you could say any more the sweetest aroma hit your nose making you close your eyes and inhale deeply. What is that smell... It was sweet and musky enough to make you feel yourself salavate. When you opened your eyes to look at the direction of the smell your gaze landed on... Homelander.

"Well Night Crawler... what else can you do? Other than the basics." You drew your fangs out and dashed behind him wrapping your hand around his waist. He turned around the retaliate but you were faster and blinked in front of him. "Interesting...very interesting." Homelander hummed while his eyes ran up and down your revealing costume. Your costume consisted of a black spandex suit where the shorts stopped right under your butt and the top had long sleeves with a v cut down the middle. Your leather boots went all the way up your thigh leaving a sliver of skin. It was simple but effective, though Butcher thought you could stand to show more skin. "I've decided. Congrats Nightcrawler, you've made the team." He flashed a dazzling smile showing off his pearly whites. "In fact let me give you a tour of the building, as the Seven's leader it's my job to show around the newbies." Ashley went to object, but her face was met with a large red gloved hand. "Come, Nightcrawler." He commanded. You scurried after him, the scent of his veins luring you closer. Homelander gestures behind him "So as you know back there was the team meeting room, we meet there every now and then to discuss missions, stats, new marketing promos etc." Moving his hand forward, towards the elevator "Each person on the team has their own suite, mine is up here, the biggest one, since I'm the leader." Okay seems like overcompensating but who knows. The two of you stepped into the luxurious surprisingly small space. The air was suffocating; you felt like he was planning something. The ding of elevator made you jump. "Ladies first." paired with that same fake smile. You nodded and walked forward and felt him pressed on your back hard. "Come on little lady, we have lots to see and do." You looked up at him towering over your frame. "Of course sir." As you followed after him you felt your throat run dry. Shit you didn't think this meeting would run so long. You tried to distract yourself with thoughts about anything, counting how many lights where on the wall or clawing your hand at your side. "Did you hear me? Are you even listening?" You could tell Homelander was yapping about something or boasting about his saves and was annoyed that you missed the whole speech. But your mouth was watering and your head was pounding. You looked up into his eyes, gazes met. Homelander furrowed his eyes. Earlier your eyes were a bright green and now they matched those of crimson rubies. You felt your fangs poke your mouth. "Sorry," you blinked rapidly to come back to your senses. "Well then...come on Ill show you your room." He swiftly turned, cape trailing behind him. You felt like you wouldn't last any longer, you needed to get into your stash. You had asked Ashley to fill your fridge with donated blood, all you had to do was wait Homelander out. "This is where you'll be staying." He swayed his arm across as if to say "You've probably never seen a place this nice before". The room was very...stereotypical of what was thought of as vampires. Black and red colors were splattered through the room, it looked as if you stepped into a victorian gothic home. "There better not be a fucking coffin in here." You whispered to yourself. Homelander chuckled at your comment. "Do you do much...sleeping?" He cocked his head to the bedroom, strolling in as if this was HIS place. You could feel your hunger surging, if he didn't get out in the next 2 minutes you where going to go crazy. Next thing you know Homeland is by yourside, hands on your shoulders. "You know, I think I know what might help you rela-" He was cut off when you spun around and jumped onto him, legs wrapped tightly around his mid section. One of your hands wrapped around his jaw, the other one holding his shoulder for balance. You bared your fang and bit. It was the sweetest blood you ever tasted. It was like a delicacy and you couldn't stop, hunger clouded your mind. You kept sucking, relishing the feeling on your tongue. Your legs and hands squeezed tighter as if it would keep the blood coming.

Homelander stiffened, what the actual fuck. Here he was trying to get in the new girl's pants but not she was sucking him off, and not in the way he intended to. But he was getting lightheaded and turned on. The feeling of your lips on his neck, core pressed so close to him. He let out a strangled moan. He felt himself stiffening, suit a little tighter than usual. Eventually satisfied you let go, lapping up any extra spills with your tongue. Realizing what had happened and what position you where in you looked at Homelander ready to apologize. He couldn't help himself and slammed his lips on yours. The feeling of you sucking his neck was euphoric. His hand grazed your side, gentle like a lover. Before grabbing your neck and holding your body out. You hand grabbed his to release the tension. "What the fuck was that." You flashed your fangs towards him. "I need blood to sustain myself. And you have the best kind." Your smile was bloody and sadistic. It opened something up in Homelander. It was what he needed. Someone like him, you wouldn't mind his bloodshed you'd probably embrace it. He liked that you thought his blood was the best. I mean of course it was the best he was the strongest person in the world. He brought you closer to him, letting you stand on the ground.

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"In that case. Continue." He stepped back slightly to undo the top of his suit and pulled it all the way down, letting his cock spring out for the bottom, slapping against his stomach. You were the worst double agent, but you were doing this for Annie, why not have some fun. You leaned against him, feeling him pressed on this stomach. You kissed his shoulder, opposite hand running down his chest. "So smell so good." His hand gripped your waist harder. You bit into his shoulder as he lifted you once more, legs going around his waist. His cock rubbed up against you, mouth moaning in your ear. You moved towards his neck again and bit the other side. Releasing your lips from his neck you pressed them against his, smothering the red liquid against him. He was such a passionate kisser, way better than any man you've ever dated. You broke the kiss only to shed your suit, blue eyes scanning every inch of your body. It was like you were the perfect specimen, not a flaw in sight, utterly beautiful. "I knew you'd be a great addition to the team." He said. You smirked in retaliation before sauntering to the bedroom. He followed, like a lost puppy and their owner. The bedroom was the same black and red color scheme, black silk sheets covered the bed, surrounded by dark wood furniture. There were red and white spider lily bouquets placed in vases throughout the room. There were way too many ornate vintage lamps. But the details didn't matter to you, not when Homelander was rubbing himself up and down your slit. He kissed your neck in a similar fashion as you, before slamming his hips against yours. There was no need to be soft, you two were the strongest in the world, and the sounds definitely proved it. The best rocked with each moment, the wood creaking from the pressure. He cried out loud as you bit his chest. His cock was pulsing as pushing in and out of you. He slammed into you again, the tension of the bed finally breaking and falling to the ground but that didn't stop him. Your pussy clenched around him. He grunted in your ear speeding up slightly before releasing his hot cum deep in you. He rolled off you and the two of you laid there panting filling the silence. You turned over to him with a smile, fang pushing out the bottom of your lips. "Again?"

[silkspunweb]

Post-ShibuyaAU! Grey Nanami Kento Headcanons, Part 2

As an accompaniment to my story, Grey (link here); an AU where Nanami survives Shibuya exploration because I'm never going to be over his loss.

Part 1 of Greynami Headcanons, link here

Warnings: Severe injury (burns, eye loss), PTSD, alcohol use, depression, light smut, angst, AU headcanons

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Before he met you:

AU!Nanami Kento who takes up smoking again, a habit he had while working as a salaryman. His voice becomes rougher, more gravelly, irritated by the tobacco.

AU!Nanami Kento whose parents weep and stroke his healed burned face the first time they see him post-Shibuya, devastated by the suffering their little boy has experienced.

AU!Nanami Kento who sees that pain in his mothers' eyes every time he visits her. She can't help it. She's just heartbroken she couldn't keep her baby safe.

AU!Nanami Kento who begins to screen his parents' calls, not visit for dinner like he used to, and sends birthday gifts in the post instead of in person. Causing them distress by exposing them to his brutal injuries is a stress he's too fragile to cope with.

AU!Nanami Kento who listens to his fathers' long voicemails every night after a few drinks.

AU!Nanami Kento who often doesn't go home between missions, sleeping against walls in old buildings instead, a cold uncomfortable sleep preferable to a deep sleep with nightmares.

AU!Nanami Kento who alters his wardrobe after his tie, which he was unusually fond of, was destroyed by Jogo's flames. He can't find the tie for sale anymore. His beige suits just don't feel the same without it.

AU!Nanami Kento gives the last vestiges of his emotional energy to Yuuji, knowing he needs support, not wanting Yuuji to know he's struggling, not wanting to add more to Yuuji's already full plate.

AU!Nanami Kento who used to daydream about being a father one day, but now, being loved and giving love in return feels so remote and unlikely

After he meets you:

AU!Nanami Kento who tries to hide his trauma at first, afraid it will be too much baggage for you.

AU!Nanami Kento who is grateful to the very depths of his soul when you make it clear that he could never be too traumatised to be loved; you are each others' therapist, confidant, and sexy best friend.

AU!Nanami Kento, who struggles through reducing his alcohol and cigarette intake, with your steadfast support.

AU!Nanami Kento whose home screen photo is one of you asleep, snuggled into his chest, drooling; you hate it, he absolutely refuses to change it.

AU!Nanami Kento who confesses to you on one snowy evening walk; he tells you the moon looks beautiful tonight and you're on tiptoes kissing him before he can even finish his sentence.

AU!Nanami Kento who takes up baking bread overnight if he can't sleep, the process cathartic and soothing. You know he's had a bad night when you wake up to warm bakery smells.

AU!Nanami Kento and you, whose home becomes a refuge for all the kids who know where the spare key is hidden.

AU!Nanami Kento who has made up the spare room for Yuuta, Inumaki and Nobara at separate points in just one week.

AU!Nanami Kento, who makes sure you buy extra bottles of burn ointment, and delivers them to Maki when he gets the chance.

AU!Nanami Kento, stood at the bathroom counter which you sit on, facing him, your legs wrapped around his hips, as you gently shave around his scars. Kento rests his hands on your waist, slipping his fingers under your shirt, just to feel your skin.

AU!Nanami Kento, whose towel comes loose and drops to the floor, staring into your eyes in challenge. You last a few seconds before your eyes flick down, drinking in the beautiful nudity of him.

AU!Nanami Kento who immediately throws you over his shoulder, and carries you to your bedroom while you squeal and laugh, being promptly de-clothed by him.

AU!Nanami Kento who behaves the second time you sit on the counter, to finish the job you started; he looks at you with a naughty glint in his eye.

AU!Nanami Kento who, with your support and continuous company on his missions, finds his power grows rapidly; he manages five black flashes in a row, and feels he may need nearing domain establishment.

AU!Nanami Kento who, after a rocky start with Higuruma Hiromi, becomes his firm friend, forming an intensely unstoppable duo. Ino is only a little bit jealous.

AU!Nanami Kento who finally calls his parents with your encouragement. He can't help but tell them about you immediately. They're thrilled, and want you round for dinner as soon as possible.

AU!Nanami Kento who is mortified as you and his mother coo over his baby photos.

AU!Nanami Kento who is stunned into silence when, in the car on the way home, you wonder out loud if your babies will look more like you or him.

AU!Nanami Kento who throws you into bed the moment you get home, face between your legs and drunk on the taste and sounds of you, until you're begging him to come closer; he graciously complies, his mind full of your future home, tiny footsteps and laughter as you cling to him in bliss.

AU!Nanami Kento who goes looking for rings on his days off; it's a huge decision, and one he ponders over for months, so in the meantime, he buys you a watch which perfectly matches his own.

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More love for Greynami. I'll do some bigger stories at some point too.

Thanks as always to @silkspunweb for being my muse and fellow unhinged friend.

[aekatty]

𝓓𝓲𝓿𝓮 ᯓᡣ𐭩

kiss below the line…

a/n: i hate him but at the same i ain’t mind letting him tap 😋 also using colored panels for now cause it’s cuter tee hee

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: p in v sex, oral sex, afab!reader, reader lowk a top here but sanji gets a tad bit of confidence towards the end, sanji know how to eat that kitty 🙏, reader a FREAK, call this man sanji freaksmoke ong 💀🙏, reader wears a bikini, no set arc, risky public sex, they fuck in a secluded area but still open to public, porn WITH plot

tags ✮⋆˙ smut, afab!reader x sanji, beach date, p in v bby, no set arc - no spoilers

now playing: dive - victoria monét

After a long strenuous journey of hopping from island to island, you suggested the crew stop at a tropical resort for a few days to rest and gather supplies for the Sunny. Liberating islands from tyrannical rule and going against from oppressive government is tiring…Well guess what? It’s time the Strawhats get a well deserved break!

“Hmm, yea sure,” your rubber captain shrugged.

“Wow, you didn’t really think that through did ya, Luffy?”

“No, you’re right. After a long battle, I’m pretty beat plus…”

“Plus?”

“A seafood boil sounds nice,” he laughed as he rubbed his rumbling belly.

Robin chuckled at Luffy’s expression, “Well, since us devil fruit power users can’t swim in the water, I wouldn’t mind indulging in a nice seafood feast cooked by our skillful chef.”

You suddenly see the pervy chef’s nose start to heave heavily, a few drops of blood trickling down his chin, “OF COURSE, ANYTHING FOR THE BEAUTIFUL LADIES OF OUR SHIP!”

His stance takes a 180 as he faces the men of the crew, “The men have to hunt for their own food.”

Zoro looks at him with annoyance, “Hey! Can I at least get some sake?!”

Luffy pouts, “No fair! I want to relax like the girls too!”

“Well, real men hunt for their own food!”

You sighed, “Sanji, relax, the guys worked hard at the last island. Cut ‘em some slack will ya?”

His demeanor changed as soon as you spoke, “OH MY DEAR, [NAME], YOU ARE SO RIGHT.”

“Alright, fine, since we’re going to have a seafood boil, I gotta gather some ingredients.”

“A spectacular feast created by our lovely cook, my mouth is watering just thinking about it, if I had any saliva…YOHOHOHO!”

“Then, it’s settled! Nami, set course for [insert cool island here]!”

“Right away, captain!” The beautiful tangerine-haired girl yelled back.

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The summer sun shone upon the golden sand, the crystal blue water crashing upon the shore as the coconut trees swayed to the calming wind. The resort is occupied by many beach goers as children ran along the hot sand with beach balls, men clinked their beers, and ladies were served fancy mojitos. The smell of grilled meat lingered the air as barbecue parties took place nearby.

You reveled in the moment until hearing your captain’s booming voice destroy your peace of mind.

“WOOHOO!”

“LUFFY, DON’T GO IN THE WATER, YOU CAN’T-”

The rubber boy struggled to keep afloat in the water has he gargled for help, “HELP! HELP!”

“swim…” You facepalmed.

“I got it…” The green haired swordsman immediately dived into the water before rescuing your struggling captain.

“Captain, be more careful, will ya?”

He coughed up seawater, “Bleghhh, Zoro, I might throw up on you…”

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!”

You decided to sit with the girls when the blonde cook approached all of you. He sported black swimtrunks, along with a half-opened tropical shirt while holding a tray full of orange cocktails, “Well, ladies, can I interest ya’ll in some ‘Sex on the Beach’ drinks to quench your thirst?”

The black-haired vixen smiled, “Thanks, Sanji. You really know how to read our minds.”

“Wow, these look refreshing, as expected from our cook!” Nami took a sip of the alcoholic drink.

“No kidding, I was starting to feel a bit parched myself,” you smiled.

Sanji covered his nose to prevent a nose bleed from coming out, “Ladies, Ladies, no need to thank me. Just doing my job.” He smiled to himself as he replayed the compliments in his head.

You looked at him with concern, “Hey, Sanji. How’s ingredient gathering going for ya?”

“Huh? Oh, I’ve been trying to catch some fish and crab for the last 30 minutes but I think the amount of people here are scaring them away.”

“Hmm, hey! I can help you look for a secluded spot for fishing!” You cheerfully suggested to him.

“Oh, I can’t let a lovely lady like you get up and help me out like this!”

You chuckled, “No worries, I’d rather walk around then sit down doing nothing.”

“Well…I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have extra help.”

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You sealed the bucket full of prawns before setting it aside and sitting down on the dampening sand, “Wow, we caught a lot today! We’re gonna be eating tonight, aren’t we?” You looked at the remaining gold rays of light slowly disappear in beyond the horizon.

He laughed at your amusement, “I should start cooking soon if we’re gonna serve this on time for the crew to start feasting.”

You attempted to carry the heavy bucket of freshly caught prawns, but it proved to be difficult with the sandy environment preventing better movement in your legs.

He noticed your struggle with the filled container, “Need any help?” He walked towards your sinking figure in the moist sand, lantern in hand to illuminate the darkened atmosphere.

“Ah, no, no! It’s ok!”

“Come on, [Name]. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“No, really, I can manage-”

“I’ll just grab this part-”

“Sanji! It’s gonna-“

Splash

“…fall,” your once dried figures now soaked with sea water as both of you guys fell backwards into the incoming waves — his trembling body loomed over yours, salty droplets falling onto your face.

The sound of your increasing heart beat pounding in your ears from the closed distances between your bodies. Your eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his toned abs up close to your face, despite the evening darkness sweeping in to mask the dimming sunset.

You were embarrassed to admit it, but you always had a slight interest in the blonde cook. Sure, you were a little annoyed by his flirtatious attempts and his slightly pervy behavior — yet, in his times of seriousness that complimented his cool, stoic character, it was…quite attractive.

The amount of times you caught yourself staring at him as he cooked the crew’s meals with rolled-up sleeves, or chilling on the ship while lighting the butt of his cigarette. You had to resist the urge to bite your lip then and there.

But, seeing him on top of you while half naked and wet took the final slice of the cake.

“O-oh my god, I’m so sorry! I should’ve listened to you-” The blood rushed to his cheeks and ears to form an embarrassed blush before lifting himself off you.

“Hot damn….” You muttered to yourself.

“Uh…what?”

“Um- Uh, nothing,” you shot him a sheepish smile before lifting yourself up. “It’s all good, I should’ve just accepted your help,” you laugh awkwardly as you drag the fallen bucket.

“Ahem, that would’ve been awkward if anyone in the crew saw us,” he brushed his hand through his blonde locks before searching his pockets for his cigarette box.

You suddenly halt your process of dragging the prawn bucket, an invisible lightbulb lighting upon your head. You turn to the chef before smirking at him,“I wouldn’t mind giving them a show.”

You could practically see his eyes bulging out of his sockets at your flirtatious manner. Who knew the pervy cook would get nervous by one of the only girls in the Strawhats? You wanted to take advantage of this sudden burst of confidence…

You walked up to him, his face producing a red hue on his cheeks as he watched your figure close the proximity between you two. His heartbeat increased at the sight of your practically bikini-clad body swaying in the moonlight. He clutched the cigarette between his teeth…

You look up at his flustered face before stealing the lit cigarette from his lips, a seductive tone poisoned your words, “Can we stay here for a bit?”

The nervous cook gulped, “U-Uh um…why?”

He watched as you took a drag out of his own cigarette before putting it out — He never found anything so sexy in his life; not even when he saw a naked Nami back in Alabasta before.

You harshly pushed his toned figure onto the dry sand before noticing the now obvious bulge in his pants. You were quite pleased by the outcome of this situation as you watched the cook fall to his knees for you — he relished in the sight of you using him. It was kind of different from the way you seen him with other girls. Slowly, you hovered over his body; his eyes glued onto your bikini-covered chest as he felt his mouth become dry.

“I think you know the answer, Sanji…”

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A needy moan escaped from the cook’s mouth as you caught his lips in a sloppy kiss, your tongue ravaging with his as you grinded your clothed heat on his crotch. His body had become so turned-on from your sudden dominant nature, your touches like a tempting devil.

“[Name]…fuck,” his hands moved to your hips as you continued dry humping his erection.

You caught his lower lip between your teeth, “You’re so fucking sexy when you say my name like that, wanna scream it more for me?” You watched his body shutter as you exchanged the movement of your hips with your rubbing over his hardened bulge.

“A-ah shit, mon chérie, quit teasing me…”

You bit your lip as you continued your edge on his clothed cock, ignoring his pleas for your pussy. You relished in the sight of the blonde begging for your attention. You rubbed his erection in a faster pace, grabbing the outline of his size — he groaned at your intense touch.

A sly smirk creeped onto your face as you guided his hand under your skimpy bikini top, his hand instinctively squeezing the soft mound of flesh, brushing over your now hardened nipple. A soft moan left your mouth as you felt his rough hand roll the pearl between his fingers. You slapped his hand away with a smirk on your face.

You slowly shoved two fingers into his mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue sucking and licking them, “Wanna show me what that mouth can do?”

You remove your bikini bottom, revealing the transparent slick trail of your arousal connecting from your pussy to the dampened cloth. You toss it to the side before hovering your crotch over his flustered face.

You harshly grabbed his face, “Make me cum and maybe I’ll give ya a reward.”

“…Yes, ma’am…”

You cautiously lowered your hips onto his face before you felt strong hands hastily grab your hips and slam you down. A yelp came out of you at the sudden pressure of your crotch rubbing on his face.

The warmness of his tongue desperately overlapping over your needy hole as you bit your lip to conceal the sounds of your impending pleasure. The sound of the crashing salt water colliding with the sand had become quieter as the sun died down and the moonlight became brighter.

The sound of sloppy wetness overtaking your hearing as he fucked his tongue inside you. You face twisting from the overbearing sensation of pleasure took over your body as you grinded your cunt further into his face, the feeling of his nose rubbing against your sensitive clit, the smell of your arousal radiating off your warm body.

He lapped his tongue over your erected bud as sucked you off like a starved man. He groaned as he pulled your hips harder onto his face with need, his grip tightening around you. — He became obsessed with the taste of you and he was wanting more.

He slid his hands over the fleshy mounds of your ass before spreading them apart for better access. The speed of his tongue fastening had jolted the nerves of your body, your back arching from the overstimulation on your abused clit.

“S-Sanji! Oh god, keep going!” You cried out in pleasure. The moist sounds of his mouth connected with your saliva-coated cunt.

“Mmm’ Mon chérie, cum on my face,” he groaned as he swiped his tongue over your pulsating hole.

Your core tightened as you felt your approaching climax form into a pit in your stomach, “Then, you better savor it while you can, Blondie.”

He swore he could’ve felt his cock twitch in his swim trunks at the sound of his nickname slipping from your lips. God, the things you do to him…

You swayed your hips to the movement of his hungry tongue as the muscles of your increasingly tightening before you felt the imaginary coil unravel and relax. Your milky liquid leaking out your pulsating hole, smothering over the cook’s face.

He released the suction of mouth over your erected bud with the sound of a pop. His chin had been covered in his own saliva and your arousal. He huffed and puffed as he caught his breath. The taste of your cum lingered as on his lips as he licked them without shame.

“Good boy, I think it’s time I give you your reward,”you shifted your body off his face, the feeling of the cold grainy sand resting below your knees as you lowered your face over his crotch.

A surprised moan escaped the cook’s tainted lips as you pressed light kissed over his erection, the taste of ocean salt overtaking your taste buds. You could practically feel his wanting cock straining along the restraints of his wet as it ached for your touch.

You grabbed the hem of his trunks, peeling the fabric to reveal his touch-starved cock — it had a slight curve to it, the circumcised tip supporting a swollen redness as it leaked precum, his shaft with a few veins trailing down to his nicely-groomed happy trail of blonde hair surrounding it, his balls desperately awaiting to be emptied from all the edging you did to him.

“Nice cock, dude.”

“Haha, very funny, [Name],” he sarcastically rolled his eyes.

“I’m being serious, Sanji,” you swipe your index finger over the dripping slit of his tip.

A grunt escaped his lips as you flicked his sensitive cock in a teasing manner; Your hand running down his shaft before slowly fisting his cock in your hand. That fucking smug smirk painted on your face that drove him insane the entire time.

Your hand moved up and down faster as you watched his face twist from pleasure, his body jerking from the sudden jolts of electricity running in his body from your touch — You swiped your tongue over the flushed head, savoring the taste of the transparent liquid as you continued your pace on his shaft. A sharp hiss escaped through his teeth as you rubbed and squeezed his sensitive balls in the process; god, he was about to burst then and there.

He gripped the sand below him as you brought him to the edge of his orgasm, you enjoyed the amount of overstimulation you brought to his cute face as his curly brows scrunched together in pleasure. You bit your lip as you felt his cock twitch in your hand before-

“Sanjiiiii! [Name]! Where are you?? I’m hungry!!” You hear Luffy’s voice in the distance.

The cook looked back at you in horror, in fear that both of you guys were about to get caught by your captain. Luckily, you were out of sight from your rubber captain due to the steep rock wall that separated you and Sanji from him. You shot him a devious look as you continued your movement on his needy cock, “Gonna answer?”

Oh, fuck you.

“W-We’re still busy fishing so g-go away!” He yelled back with nervousness.

He bit the inside of his cheek as you engorged his cock into your mouth, the salty taste of his precum filling your taste buds as you slobbered over the tip and shaft.

“Well, hurry up already!!” the hurried tone of your captain’s voice echoing in the distance.

The cook groaned in annoyance, “SH- SHUT UP AND BE PATIENT OR ELSE ITS VEGETARIAN FROM NOW O-ON!!!”

“AGHH FINEEEE…”

A small snort escaped through your nose as you heard their short banter. Sanji was such a cutie patootie when he got mad at the crew you thought to yourself.

That’s probably why you enjoy seeing the cook moaned and whimpered as he submitted to your touch, wanting more of your attention from you. <3

He felt as if he could cum to the vibrations of your gagging alone as you struggled to swallow his cock whole, hitting the gag reflex that sat in the back of your throat. What didn’t help was when you caressed his swollen balls, squeezing them as if they were putty in your hands. They tensed at your touch as they added onto the ongoing stimulation on his messy cock.

He bit his lip while grabbing tufts of your hair as he felt the euphoric climax slowly creep towards his tip as you continued sucking him like a summertime popsicle.

Just when he was about to release his seed, you halted your action; releasing his cock with a pop as it bounced towards his abdomen. His cock twitched with impatience as it awaited more of your stimulation. The tip redder than before as it begged to release its seed.

He huffed, “Mon chérie…wha… what are you doing?”

You hovered over him before whispering in his ear, “I’m gonna ride you, that’s what i’m gonna do.” You bit his ear before aligning yourself over his cock.

You slammed on his cock, causing both of ya’ll to gasp in pleasure as you felt the gumminess of your walls swallow his size. He grabbed the fat of your ass as you bucked your hips up and down.

“Oh god! Oh yes!” You cried out as you felt him match his hip movements with yours.

Your pussy was practically a perfect mold for him as you sought to reach that euphoric feeling of edging to your arrival. You became obsessed with the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix as each thrust became deeper and rougher. You swore you saw a tear well up in his ducts as you watched his face become a moaning mess.

“Hah, oh fuck! K-Keep going at this speed, I might cum inside you…” He squeezed your ass harder as he kissed and sucked the skin on your collar bone.

“S-Sanji- hah!” You felt his lips lick the soft flesh of your chest as he moved his hands towards the underside of the fabric triangles, pushing them upwards to reveal the dark pearls of your cherries.

“Sanji!” You screamed his name as you felt the warm sensation of his tongue lap over your erected nipples. Now you’re the one being a victim to overstimulation.

He groaned as he made out with your right nipple while pinching your left one, the friction leaving you speechless as you were left in a moaning mess. He clenched your the soft mound as he felt your moist walls squeeze around his cock.

“You’ve been teasing me this whole time, I couldn’t help but retaliate…” He left your right boob with purple marks around your now tender nipples. He shifted his attention towards your left boob as he sucked and bit your dark pearl, enough to send electricity towards your pussy.

“Mmm’ you taste so divine, Mon chérie…This is way better than some seafood boil.” He loved the way you clenched on his cock as he sucked your sensitive nipple.

No amount of crashing ocean waves nor the sound of seagulls squawking under the illuminated night sky could muffle out the sounds of sloppy slaps and moans of the heated moment you both shared. You cried out his name in hiccups as he continued the movement of his hips guiding his cock towards your cervix, increasing his speed.

“Sanji, Sanji, Sanji…i’m gonna cum!” You were going dizzy at his hypnotizing movements.

“Fuck, me too…Can I cum on that pretty face of yours, Mon chérie?”

You nodded as you felt that familiar tightening feeling in your abdomen of your impending orgasm had . The thought of releasing on his cock was racing in your mind as you wanted to savor the sensation the next time you had the “urge.”

You gripped his shoulders as you arched your back to the ripping feeling of your toe-curling release, a cry for pleasure escaped your lips as you felt your abused walls clench around him. — thick, white…it poured from your used hole as it coated on his twitching member, waiting to come as well.

He groaned at the sight of his cock being covered in your slick, like a used sex toy. He fisted his cock, your cum serving as lubrication to relieve himself.

He chanted your name in mutters as he took in the sight of your fucked-out face, sporting a tomato red and a trail of saliva dripping down your chin as you huffed and puffed for air. His hand instinctively stroked faster as the aftermath of your face around him even more. He let out a groan as he felt the nerves in his shaft jolt as ropes of hot cum spurt from his reddened tip.

You smirked as you watched the white fluid land on your face along with your hickey-covered chest. You didn’t want to lie when you felt surprised by how much spilled out of him—embarrassing amount continued to drip onto the sand from his now sensitive cock.

You bit your lip, “Didn’t tell me you had that much in ya.”

His face became flushed, “It’s not my fault, I was pent up from how much you edged me today!”

“You’re really hot when you’re hard at work, I couldn’t help seeing you in such a submissive state,” you stuck your tongue at him.

His heart skipped a beat at your embarrassing words, “MY LOVE, I’LL LET YOU DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY.”

And…he’s back to his usual self.

The chef’s ears perk up as he hears rustling from the nearby coconut trees. You noticed his reaction before your attention redirected towards the origin of the sound.

“What the hell, where am I?

The mosshead looked towards your direction as he noticed the two figures in the distance, immediately recognizing the both of you.

Both you and Sanjj’s mouth dropped open before you guys scrambled on the sandy floor, readjusting your swimsuits and jumping in the cold salty waters to wash off the evidence. In the back of your mind, you wanted to cry of embarrassment; the thrill of almost getting caught was exhilarating itself. However, getting caught a a different story.

“Go away, moss head! We’re trying to fish in peace over here!” The blonde cook yelled at the swordsman.

Zoro smirked, “You sure this is fishing, cause last time I checked, you’re supposed to have your clothes on.”

Both you and Sanji looked at each other with an embarrassed blush on your face before quickly diverting your faces knowing the opposite direction.

“Zoro, you can’t tell anyone…” You softly pleaded.

The swordsman yawned, “I don’t really care, I was tryna find curly brow since Luffy was getting antsy about the food.”

“Oh and I was wondering where you kept the sake.”

The cook facepalmed himself, “You fucking drunk…it’s in the wine cabinet now go away.”

The swordsman yawned again, “Wow, thanks I guess. I’ll let yall do your thing but hurry up cause the captain looks like he’s about to munch on our emergency food (chopper).”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll get started once [Name] and I bring our shellfish catch back to the ship.”

You sighed in annoyance, “Let’s just get out of here.”

As the three of you walked back, the little devil on your shoulder caused you to land a nice smack on Sanji’s ass. He turned around with surprised look on his face while rubbing the impacted area. You shot a smug smirk at the cook before doing the “p in v” gesture with your fingers.

He smirked before giving you a wink. You quietly giggled before whispering in his ear, “Let’s do this again, but more private.

[himexyandere]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Hime (24 she/her) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

This blog is dedicated to yanderes, monsters, my OC's and all of their loveable, toxic traits! There will be NSFW content, so please be mindful of that (I'll make sure to add content warnings in all of my stories/HC's)! I only write for female readers, and I'll also occasionally describe the reader's body as chubby!

Feel free to send in thirsty asks and join me in thirsting for men who are clearly red flags (but red's our favorite color ❤️) Master List Below!

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Yandere Butler x Female!Reader

Yandere Headcanons Pt. 1

Yandere Headcanons Pt. 2

NSFW Alphabet: Leumin Holiday

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NSFW Alphabet: Mikka Lapan

Mikka x Chubby Female!Reader

Yandere Python Husband x Female!Reader

Monster Boyfriend x Female!Reader

Yandere Villain x Female!Reader Part 1

Yandere Villain x Female!Reader Part 2

Big Monster Boyfriend x Female!Reader

Yandere Poly Mermen x Female!Reader

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R-18+; On Display (Vampire!Thranduil x Human!Fem!Reader)

Summary - An "innocent" attempt to feed your thirst for attention leaves you on display for all of Mirkwood to see, it appears that y ou were not the only one thirsting for some attention...& possibly something more.

Warnings - Smut, language, female reader, afab reader, vampire!Thranduil (heavily implied), slight dark!Thranduil, possessive!Thranduil, brat!Reader. female genitalia (reader), male genitalia (Thranduil & Guard OC, brief), flirting (reader), Guard fancying Reader (heavily implied), name calling, pet names, praise kink, implied mind-control, voyeurism, fingering/masturbation, sex toys (pretend they exist in middle-earth), bondage, magical restraints(?), impact play (slapping), sensation play (Thranduil being physically cold), blind-folding (reader).

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 6,000+

A/N - This is a chaotic mess, I apologize for it & the endless warnings for the first part…the next part may be a bit worse. I apologize if there is any grammar or anatomy errors, I use an online checker so it does miss a few things & I am genuinely awful at anatomy!

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The tips of your fingers delicately glid across each indentation upon the carvings within the chilled marbled pillars; the sight of small animals to massive dragons accompanied the smooth chill you felt beneath your fingertips. A sensation you had grown accustomed to during your stay with the peculiar elven king.

Though you often spent your days strolling through the twisted halls of Mirkwood, the sensation you had gotten accustomed to came from something far more exquisite than any art piece that adorned these very halls. The elven king himself,  Thranduil .

His hair shone as bright as molten gold, eyes as watchful and bright as the morning sky, overseeing all of the beings under his reign, and his skin as pale and cold as snow. His Majesty, Thranduil, was a sight for all to behold.

The first time you had witnessed his beauty, you believed it was all but a dream or rather a ghost. His beauty haunted your mind from the burning morning sky to the darkness of night. 

Though the sight of his beauty was nothing but a faint memory, it was utterly addictive. A wordless siren's call that sent every fiber of your being ablaze. 

The inextinguishable fire burned rampant within your heart as every waking hour became more tiresome with the sleepless nights refusing to end, the only cure to your mysterious illness far from where you stood.

A pull not only noticeable to you but to the elven king himself as well, what began as faint thoughts of you spiraled into an uncontrollable thirst for your return.

A thirst soon to be quenched the moment you stepped foot onto Mirkwood soil, your body under the unspoken pull's control as it puppeteered you into his majesty's sturdy arms.

The same arms that now tossed you aside each time you sought comfort within them, the elven king proclaimed that the endless amounts of work he sought out held the utmost importance over you. You, the one he once so desperately sought after but now cruelly ignored.

Thoughts on the unspoken pull the king had upon you came to a halt at the sound of a throat clearing, the tips of your fingers hovering over the delicate carvings while your head turned towards the direction of the faint sound.

"My lady." The fiery-haired elf lowered his head towards you, the title still feeling bizarre to you despite the endless amounts of times you had heard it.

" Please ," You began, nodding your head in his direction. "call me Y/N." The guard's eyes widened at the lack of formality. The king had so heavily enforced the title to the point few knew your name.

"My lady -erm , Y/N," The guard began, his eyes adverting from yours and onto the creaking floor beneath him. Shifting his weight from one covered foot to another. "his highness requests your presence in the dining hall." He continued, his eyes refusing to meet yours. The hue of his fiery hair spreading across his cheeks up to the tips of his pointed ears, odd.

"I see..." You began, your words trailing off due to the sudden shift in the guard's actions. The air grew tense as your eyes burned into the top of his lowered skull. "His highness  can wait . I have other matters I wish to attend to." The elf's eyes widened in shock as you began to step towards him.

"I apologize for the interruption. I shall let you be." The once sturdy husky voice began to waver as you moved closer towards him, the flesh of his cheeks burning brighter than any ruby bore from the earth as his gaze stayed glued onto the floor.

The wood beneath his feet creaked as he began to distance himself from you, the tips of his ears burning hot as you rushed after him. " Wait! " The boom of your voice ringing throughout the silent kingdom stalling the flustered guard in his place, his eyes quickly adverting from the cold floor beneath him and locking into your softened gaze.

"I mean,  erm, " The words momentarily stalled in the back of your throat as the light beneath your eyes began to dim. Though the elven guard did disrupt your mindless stream of thoughts, he could be a solution to your sudden problem. "Stay,  please . It is rather lonesome without his majesty to keep me company."

The pair of emerald eyes growing as large as dinner plates, the fire beneath the flesh of his cheeks running rampant as his eyes scanned over the rouge fabric that clung onto your heavenly form.

" My lady ," The guard began nervously; the faint clearing of his throat echoed throughout the silent halls as he momentarily stalled his words. "though I would be  honored  to be within your presence, I am required to report back to his majesty."

"Oh,  fuck his majesty ." The boom of your words echoing throughout the silent halls and quickly catching within a specific pair of sensitive ears. 

His mouth opened and closed as if he was a fish pulled fresh from the sea, the faint heat within the air growing tense as the sweet harmony of your words echoed throughout his empty skull. 

"His Majesty wishes for my happiness,  does he not? " An eyebrow arched in the direction of the stunned guard as you began to approach him, the loose golden embroidered fabric swaying with your hips with each step you took.

The blur of fiery hues caught your eye just as the faint clicks of covered feet rang within your ear.  Exactly as planned . "And right now, what would make me happy..." The sultry words stalled upon your plump lips as you finally stood before the man who once towered over you, the tips of your fingers delicately tracing the armor that shielded his toned chest from your view. "is  you . " 

The faint autumn hue of candlelight delicately caressed your features as your soft lips began to part, your gaze softening up at the stunned elf.

" I believe it would be best if you were to discuss this matter with his majesty. " The guard interjected, his voice wavering in fear as his eyes darted around the twisted halls. Fear of his emotions, fear of how he adored your actions, and fear of the elven king's wrath if he were to find out about this.

A scoff raised from the back of your throat as your eyes looped around your skull at the guard's innocent and fear-ridden suggestion. "I am afraid it is too late for that." Your lips pursing at the final word, the glide of your fingers shifted onto the smooth skin of his jaw.

"His Majesty would give me yet another poor explanation. It is far too late for explanations now" You continued to trace his defined features, the heat of your breath ghosting upon his face as you shifted your weight onto your forefeet. " especially when you are right here. " The tips of your fingers continued their trail upon the carved features, the guard lingering in silence as the waging war of his duties and desires rang throughout his empty mind.

Never in his lifetime had he ever dreamt of another's touch yet feared it so deeply, though he had once spent sleepless nights yearning from the warmth of your gentle touch; it now appeared to burn him the longer it lingered upon his features.

"And if I am correct, I believe you would be  happy  with that arrangement as well." The low purr of your words ringing throughout the silent kingdom, the corners of your plump lips curving upwards as the guard's face further matched the deep hue of your dress.

The warmth of a palm against his smooth skin sent a mindless shiver down his spine; the knot of words that had formed in the back of his throat from your previous actions swallowed down with an audible gulp while his shining emerald eyes bore into your burning gemstone pair.

The sight of lust and fear continuing to fight each other behind the light of the guard's eyes was almost enough to distract you from the rushed clicking sound of a familiar pair of covered feet approaching you.  Almost . 

"Be a dear and walk me back to my chambers?" The heat of your breath ghosted over his soft lips as he eased further into your touch, the spark within his eyes fading into the darkness of  lust  as your lips ghosted over each other,  only a breath apart .

" Y/N! " The hoarse boom caused the pair of you to knock the tops of your skulls into one another, the once steady pounding beneath your ribs going a flutter as a cold palm encased your shoulder. " Your majesty. " The soothing purr of his title escaping your pursed lips earned a snarl from the enraged king.

" What do you think you are doing?! " His grip upon your exposed shoulder tightening, the opposite hand quick to encase your chin with a tight squeeze. The ice-cold fingers dug into your cheeks, sending a familiar heat throughout your body and forcing a whimper out from the back of your throat.

The remaining light within his eyes evaporated at the pathetic sound, a sound he had yearned to hear again from the last moment it left your heavenly lips. 

" I -" The first syllable came out a high-pitched squeak as the chill of his hand lowered and now rested snuggly upon the smooth stones that laid upon your neck, the stones  he  gifted you. "I was simply holding a conversation before returning to my chambers,  your majesty ." 

" A conversation? " His voice dripped with amusement as the corners of his lips curved upwards into a knowing grin, the pressure against your neck easing for a moment. 

"The one where you said  fuck his majesty ?!" The thump of your heavy furs falling onto the wood floor accompanied his booming rage throughout the silent halls, the chill of the same marble you once admired embracing your back as his grip tightened around your throat.

A soft chuckle escaped the back of his throat as he felt your pulse quicken within his grasp, a faint glimmer of fear that flashed in the back of your eyes as your own words rang within your skull.  

"You would like that, wouldn't you,  you  pathetic slut ? " He breathed into your neck. The sweet metallic scent of what lingered beneath your soft skin, taunting him more than your foolish actions towards the pathetic guard. "To be stuffed full of cock, on display for anyone to watch what a  pathetic  slut you are." The hiss of his words made your eyes mindlessly loop around your skull,  another empty threat, or  was it?

The pressure upon your neck tightened, the cold backings of the gems pressing further into your neck, the air within your lungs emptying with an audible gasp. "Wouldn't you,  slut ?" The blurred hue of your head was a quick reply to the snarl that echoed throughout his kingdom.

Though the pressure upon your neck was close to overwhelming, the faint pressure upon your shoulder eased as his cold fingers began to trail down the exposed flesh of your arms onto the silk that shielded your heavenly frame from the hungry eyes before you.

"Either you answer now,  pet , or it will be your screams answering for you.  Your choice. " Your plump lips barely had the chance to part before you felt the soft glide of your skirts shifting. Any hope of speaking a single word died upon your tongue the moment you felt the chilling glide of slender fingers caressing your dampened inner thighs.

The ice-cold tips of his fingers a breath away from the aching heat of your cunt, any breath that could reach your lungs halting within the back of your throat as you waited for that heavenly stretch and pressure to enter you.  And it  finally  did .

The  freezing  stretch within your warm cunt sent a shiver down your spine, the weight of your head falling back against the chilled marble behind you exposing more of your neck to his equally cold glare.

The lids of your gemstone-colored eyes fluttered shut as the cold burn delved further into your dampened cunt, his slender fingers hooking upwards within your walls, earning a pleased groan from his thin lips.

His frozen gaze began to thaw as the warmth of your cunt continued to heat his fingers, his eyes rapidly shifting between the glorious sight of his fingers glistening as they slid out of you and the flesh you further exposed amongst your pleasure. The sweet metallic scent filled the air alongside the squelching melody caused by his majesty's fingers roaming your aching cunt.

" Such a  good  slut ," He purred; the slow glide of his slender fingers backing out of your cunt allowed for a soft whimper to slip out of your parted lips. “and you want to be a good slut for me.  Don't you? " "Always, sir, just please- Fuck! " Any chance to plead for pleasure disappeared as the heavenly cold pressure within you returned, the once achingly slow pace replaced with the burning rush of his fingers sliding inside of you with ease. 

A pleased gasp escaped your mouth as the corners of your plump lips began to curve upwards as your elven lover continued the steady movements within your drenched core. Though the lids of your eyes remained shut, they began to tilt towards the back of your skull as the cold flesh curved upwards inside of you, softly grazing over that sensitive spot deep within you.

The thick heat within the air came to a halt as a sudden creak of covered feet shifting accompanied the squelching and stifled moans that danced within the heavy air. " Stay! " His harsh voice boomed alongside the slap of his palm against your bare cunt, his cold fingers slamming deep into  that  spot, sending a spark of electricity throughout your body. 

The worrisome pair of emerald eyes quickly darting between the heavenly sight and the enraged gaze of his king. How your hair fell upon your face, the sheen of sweat that formed upon your forehead, the way your chest rose and fell with each pleasurable thrust within you, the way your plump lips parted as if pleading for his to grace them, and the heavenly sight of your drenched cunt taking his fingers with ease. 

A view he had often dreamt of but with himself replacing the king, one he attempted to convince himself he did not enjoy as much as he did. But the growing tent within the restraints of his pants told a different tale than the one his fear-ridden gaze gave.

"You have yet to be dismissed so,  stay ," The king paused, his fingers ramming into your cunt yet again, allowing a loud moan to grace the tense air. "and enjoy the  show ." He scoffed at the guard, his nostrils flaring with rage as he curled his fingers into that incredible spot deep within you with a squelch. He had almost forgotten about  that damned  pest .

The rough pace of his hand grew sloppier as your prior actions scolded his mind. How the light within your eyes grew as you looked up at him, the way your fingers delicately traced each imperfection upon his muscular arms, and how your lips ghosted over his with  that  damned smile. 

Each action that repeated within his mind earned a mindless thrust from his frozen hand, small waves of electricity roaming throughout your body as the bitter air nipped at the flesh on display for all to see.

The harsh cold thrusts make a familiar knot form within the pit of your stomach and heat to burn within the flesh of your cheeks. An all too familiar yet strange feeling, though you had felt the sensation  many  times before, there was something  different  knowing a new set of eyes was watching you unravel due to your lover's actions.  And your lover could feel it too .

It was not just a change in you,  though you were as drenched as a bitch in heat , but a change within him as well. For too long had he dreamt of a day where he could prove you were  his  and  only his . The mindless chatter which spread throughout his subjects upon your beauty had quickly grown tiresome to the selfish king, though he adored having you worshiped;  he  was the only one that could fully  worship  you and  how he got to  prove it now .

Each rough thrust of his slender fingers earned a desperate whine slipping out of your soft lips, a familiar tingle spreading up from the very tips of your toes throughout your body as he continued to manipulate your inner walls with ease. His grip upon your neck loosened ever so slightly as his thumb began to circle upon that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I forgot how  pretty  you look when I pleasure you." He purred into the crook of your neck. The speed within your chest began to quicken at the soft vibrations against your neck. His lips were quick to latch around an inch of flesh; his thumb quickened the sloppy pattern upon your clit as his fingers continued to delve within you.

Your toes began to curl at the familiar electric tingle that spread throughout every atom of your being, the sound of their breaths fading away into static as you firmly grasped at his wrist. The cool flesh within the heat of your palm was the only sensation that weighed you down into reality as everything began to fade away.

All seemed right within the world as you zoned in on the thrusting sensation within you: how your walls stretched around his fingers with ease, the cooling burn which caused your body to start to tremble, and the symphonic slap of the small of his flesh meeting yours until it suddenly stalled. The chilling slide of his fingers exiting your desperate cunt made you sigh with annoyance, the lids of your gemstone-colored eyes flying open when the symphonic slap returned.

Though this time, the slap was  different . The boom of his hand against your bare flesh echoed throughout the halls, each slap against your aching cunt harsher than the previous one. Your widened gemstone-colored eyes bore down into his mischievous sapphire ones, his face rising from your neck, leaving the faint bruise from his lips behind.

"Be a  good slut  and show us how pretty you look when you cum." The dark abyss of pleasure was quick to welcome you at the final slap of his chilled palm, every atom of your heavenly being vibrating as pathetic mewls slipped through your lips. Your body jolted forwards into the sudden soft graze of cold flesh against yours, the smooth flesh of his fingertips softly trailing the dampened skin of your inner thighs.

The faint pressure upon your neck eased, allowing the cool air to grace your lungs, your uneven breaths slowly growing steady as your weight leaned back into the chilled marble. 

What happened mere moments ago fuzzily replayed within your lust-stricken mind while their hungry pairs of eyes continued to roam your exposed body, a sight to be forever burnt into their skulls during the darkest of nights.

"It truly is a shame," The low voice began as he backed away from your trembling form, the faint click of his covered feet echoing throughout the silent halls. "you looked  so good  tonight as well." He tsked, the elven king slowly circling you like a wolf to its prey.

" What do you mean? " The words hovered on your lips for a moment before finally slipping through, a shiver running down your spine as you attempted to keep the enraged king within your line of sight. 

The tips of his cold fingers suddenly rested under your chin furthered the chill that roamed your body, a wolfish grin spreading upon his thin lips as his hypnotic gaze centered on you.

"It is far too late for explanations now.  Isn't it ,  pet ?" The venomous slap of your words being thrown back at you made your blood run cold. Your once glazed-over eyes widened with shock as your mouth began to open, lips flailing like a fish pulled fresh from the sea as syllables rose in the back of your throat, but nothing came out.

"Now, be a good slut and go to my chambers." He hummed, the faint sting of his palm coming into contact with your cheek forcing you to gulp down the bitter air. Despite the warning hiss of his voice, your body remained motionless, the endless chatter of static in your ears gaining more attention than your annoyed lover.

The mindless gaze that bore into his pale eyes added further fuel to the fire within his stomach. Though your lover adored the way that  desperate  look would spread across your  pathetic  little face,  him partly wishing that look would never leave your face , he knew that each moment you lingered was another moment  that  guard would take in your heavenly form. 

  How he wished he could  gouge his eyes out  for even thinking of looking at you .

"Unless you wish to give your little  friend  a longer performance, I suggest you get moving." The hypnotic gaze narrowed down on your trembling form, each fiber of your being screamed at you to move, yet you remained still. " NOW! "

His nostrils flared as the steady fire within his stomach began to burn ablaze, your unwavering stubbornness even under the depths of his spell raging war within him. Thoughts of shoving you onto the wooden floor and fucking you upon it growing all too tempting except for one fact,  he  was still there. Still gasping in glory at your exposed skin with his cock throbbing inside of his pants.

" Fine ." He snarled as he scooped you into his arms, tossing you over his shoulder with ease before making his steady descent down the halls. His stern gaze burned holes into the uneasy elf's skull, the pair of emerald eyes continued to mindlessly burn holes into the silk fabric that now barely kept your skin hidden from their lustful gaze.

The moment his actions had finally processed within your lust-drunken mind, the sound of your exasperated yelps began to bounce throughout the marble-adorned halls. 

Your gemstone-colored eyes pleading with each guard you gazed upon as the enraged king continued to carry you away, yet they knew better than the one you toyed with, though they would slyly look upon your exposed flesh,  none would act upon their mindless desires .

" Be quiet ." The king snarled slowly, his grip upon your lower back tightening as he stormed down the wooden stairs. The air grew heavier as you inched closer to his chambers, the blood within your veins pounding as a weary knot formed within your stomach.

The low clicks of his covered heels quickly became the only sound that bounced upon the massive wooden walls as he crept further down the stairs, the faint golden hue of fire burning within the background catching your gaze that darted from one wall to the other.

"I gave you the chance to be  good , but it appears you cannot even do that." He huffed, tossing you onto the luxurious bed, the mattress creaking slightly under the new weight. Your palms slid upon the sheets beneath you, the smooth silk and nervous sweat that had formed upon your palms forcing you to sink further back onto the plush bed.

" I- " " I do not want to hear it! " The king snapped, your words quickly swallowed down with a nervous gulp as you watched the enraged man pace throughout the massive room. Though he was furious beyond belief, he looked as stunning as ever.

The way his pale sapphire eyes narrowed as they darkened with rage, how his jaw tightened as he took another flared breath through his nose, and the way the cold air would grow burning hot as he walked by with each muscle in his body tensed. A sight you had only witnessed a handful of times before, each time leaving you yearning to take in the oddly alluring view once again.

" Strip. " The hypnotic word was quick to bring you back from your lustful daze. A word having far too much yet, too little power over you as every muscle within your form froze, your mind racing fast enough to beat his elk in a race, yet part of you still resisted it.  Resisted  him .

A resistance not due to lack of attraction,  your attraction to the mysterious being was far too evident to deny , but one out of  spite . The small voice inside of you screamed at the other who desperately begged you to follow the command, images of yourself under the godlike man flooding into your mind, yet the first voice stayed in control. 

Her anger towards the endless nights of being denied his presence, let alone the sweet release only he could bring you, competed with the pure rage that stormed within him.  And he knew it .

Each time he would wander inside of your emptied mind, he would run into  her . The damned  brat  within you who gave you the idiotic plan though he despised her for it,  he could never truly get enough of it .

She was the mischievous twinkle that flashed within your eyes as he told you not to do something, the giggle that would slip through your lips which taunted him to chase after you, and the intoxicating scent that would linger upon his robes; the mindless ghost that deepened his  thirst  for you.  His  need  for you .

The loud tear of your silk gown was quick to pull the pair of you out of your mutual daze, the crimson red fabric falling onto the floor with a faint thud as the cold air nipped at your exposed flesh. " I told you to strip. " His voice dripped with annoyance; each word emphasized as it momentarily hung onto his lips before the other.

The faint blur of a new hue of red had barely registered within the corner of your eye as your lover shoved you further onto the plush bed. Your arms tossed above your head before you could process what was happening, the smooth pressure of silk restraints dug into the delicate flesh of each wrist, the backs of your hands resting against the wooden frame.

Your ankles quickly followed behind as they were both strapped onto the matching ends of the frames with the sturdy silk ribbons, ribbons that dug into your flesh as you proceeded to twist and tug at the newfound restraints. 

"Struggling will get you nowhere,  pet ." He stated coldly, his palms lingering over your heavenly form for a mere moment before pulling away as if the heat of your flesh had burnt him.

"The more you squirm, the tighter the ribbons become." He hummed, the sight of his pale golden locks taking up your view as he strolled towards his massive oak bureau.

The pale painted with golden embellishments; swirls of gold danced around the edges as the handles shimmered with matching stones of the ones that laid upon your neck. Outside of the lush bed you now laid upon, it was the one piece of furniture that would cause your heart and stomach to flutter a little as you walked past it each morning. 

Not due to what you had done on it,  nearly every spot within the secure walls had a similar tale to his bed , but rather what  lingered  within it.

A familiar mechanical hum quickly brought your attention back onto his stoic face; the familiar sight of the rouge silicone vibrating inside of his grip made you gulp down a breath of air. Inside of the opposite hand, a thick strand of silk matched the toy in hue. Something that remained unknown to you as your sight focused on the squirming silicone.

"There are some matters that need to be attended to," He began, the faint click of his heels echoing throughout the tense air. The low hum of the vibrator grew louder with each step he took towards you, the flesh between your thighs dampening. "and you have proven that you cannot be trusted to be left alone."

The sudden contact of the smooth tip against your aching clit caused you to writhe against the restraints, your lower body briefly arching into the soothing sensation only to have it pulled away before any pleasure could form. The brief tingle within the tips of your toes subsided as your lower lip stuck out ever so slightly into a pout.

"I expect you to be good while I am away." The silk beneath you shifted ever so slightly underneath the slight weight of the vibrating silicone, the sound inching closer towards you yet moving away before it could wiggle its way into your grasp. "Though it appears that may be too much to expect from you." 

The chilled tips of his fingers gently gliding over your burning flesh sent a shiver down your spine as your line of sight was suddenly restricted by the dimmed red hue. Your eyebrows rose in confusion as the silk glid across the upper bridge of your nose, momentarily allowing you a brief peek at the stoic king who simply tightened the shield upon your face.

The chill of his cold hand gliding down your face made you writhe further against the silk restraints, the starlight gems pressing into the flesh of your neck as his chilled fingers delicately danced upon them.

"When you  finally  accepted these gems,  my  gems," He began, his voice deepening as the memory of that day replayed within his mind. The image of your shocked face had permanently burnt into his mind. 

The way your eyes widened and sparkled with excitement as waves of sheepiness splashed within the back of your gemstone eyes and how you shyly slid them back into his cold hand while offering a small smile denying his gift. The innocent action unknowingly furthered his pull towards you, h is  need  for you .  And the king always got what he wanted, after all;  who would deny the king of his rights?

"you accepted that  you are mine,  pet ." The chill of his fingertips graced the exposed flesh upon your neck before starting their trail down your revealed figure; each inch of your flesh received a kiss of his fingers as he traced each curve your heavenly form held before gliding onto the next.

The sight of your bare flesh was a glance into heaven to the otherworldly man; the steady pace of which your chest rose and fell was a glimpse of peace, serenity, and calm before the pure corruption the damned soul caused. 

Oh, how he  loved  to bask in the sight of your  corruption . 

The mechanical hum grew louder for a moment within his cold grasp; your previous actions to grasp onto the smooth silicone appeared to be for nothing as the vibrations began to fade into the distance.  Or so you thought .

The sudden faint pressure and tingling sensation of the smooth tip against your sensitive bundle of nerves forced a loud gasp to slip through your plump lips, your toes curling at the sudden pleasure as your hands now grasped tightly onto your restraints.

"We shall discuss your punishment when I return." He paused, memories of your prior  punishments  burning within the back of his mind. Those heavenly memories he would often replay in private now haunted him as thoughts of your wrongdoings began to trickle in,  damned brat .

The once low hum of the steady silicone quickly increased alongside its speed with the gentlest of clicks from his slender fingers against the soft buttons, the once unraveled knot within your stomach began to twist and tie yet again as his pale sapphire eyes bore into your bare body.

Each slight movement of your body was simultaneously heaven and hell within his lustful eyes. The part of him which desired to throw away his anger to claim you as you both had craved almost overwhelmed his mind as your toes began to curl further, the crown of your head tossed back into the silk pillows as your mouth flew open. But he stuck to his word,  damn his stubbornness.

The faint click of his covered feet steadily became softer with each moan that slipped through your plump lips; whether that was due to the volume of your voice or the quick pace of his stride, you would never know. But you were aware he was entirely gone the moment you no longer felt the chilling caress of his stern gaze upon your heavenly flesh.

The air steadily grew heavier with each loud hum that bounced throughout the room, the melodic siren call of your moan quick to follow and dance within all the ears within the secretive kingdom.

Your mind had slowly begun to drift away from the pleasure the silicone had brought to you onto the punishments your cold lover had in mind. The corners of your agape mouth curved upwards ever so slightly as the ties within your stomach began to stir with the newfound endless possibilities.

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The symphony of your melodic moans danced within the sensitive pair of ears, the previous images of your lustful body still brunt freshly within his depraved mind.

His breath caught within the back of his throat as his emerald eyes began to dim, the restraints of his pants tightening further while he shifted his weight from one foot to another. The thought of him finally being released from his position accompanied another form of  release  in overwhelming his mind;  the things he would imagine doing to you when he was finally alone-

" Your majesty! " The familiar clink of covered feet against the creaking floor quickly pulled the lustful elf's mind back into reality, a twisted one he both despised and adored as you were within it but, you were not  his .

"Just the guard I was looking for," He began, his pale sapphire eyes burning holes within the head of fiery hues. The heavy air filled within your pathetic mewls and moans as the enraged predator continued to circle his prey. "I require your service."

The blur of the quick-moving king's hand barely caught within the lust-filled emerald eyes as he continued to circle the anxious guard, the harsh gaze of the hungry beast within slowly sizing up his competition.

Though the guard towered over him,  barely  might the king mind you , it was enough to throw further fuel within the belly of the enraged beast.  Out of all his idiotic subjects, you had to choose  him ,  the only one taller than him .

" My chambers ." The words hovered upon his curved lips for a moment as he stalled in front of the wavering guard, his face scrunching upwards ever so slightly at the thought of lingering within these damned restraints any further.

"Be there at once.  Do not disappoint me ." He continued backing away from him. The low hiss of the king's words barely had a chance to process within the other lust-filled mind as the blur of icy hair had made its way down the hall leaving the guard with nothing but curiosity and yearning for more of what he had witnessed mere moments before. 

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Boyfriend | Aki Hayakawa

★ pairings: aki x f!reader

★ synopsis: being aki's favorite girl has many perks.

★ a/n: i couldnt stop thinking about boyfie!aki omfg... brainrot.

★ c.w.: fluff, nicknames, smut(ish). no beta we die like... ahem.

1. He's thoughtful!

Aki is notoriously attentive when it comes to his line of work, but nothing compares to how attentive he is when it comes to you and your needs. He can read you like a book. It's just something about those eyes of yours, something about the way you look at him that tells him all that he needs to know about you -- he's got you all figured out.

When it's a party or a work event, he can see your expression a mile away. You would be perched in the corner, anxiously swirling your drink around. He'd reach an arm around you, pulling you close enough that your shoulders would bump into his chest. "Do you want to leave?" He'd ask. And how could you refuse -- when he made it sound so tempting?

He'll remember little things about you -- the shows you like, your favorite foods, your favorite fabrics to wear. His brain is like a little notepad, full of facts about you. When you're having a particularly, bad day, he'll bring home a container of your favorite soup from the place up the street he knows you love. He'll treat you to trinkets and sweaters (sometimes printed with the name of the last town he visited on the mission, sometimes they were his) and whatever stupid little thing makes him think of you (seriously, he brought you a rock with googly eyes from a gift shop in Shibuya once because, and quote, "It reminds me of you").

He knows your body like the back of his hand; knows where you like being kissed, touched, caressed, held. He knows you like it's second nature, like you're an extension of himself.

2. He can cook

You're grateful for that, considering that if he couldn't cook, the two of you would have been completely fucked. You're about as gifted in the kitchen as a toddler with a wooden spoon.

It's okay though. He doesn't mind. He loves cooking for his pretty girl. Curry, Stews, Rice, Chicken -- whatever your little heart desires (or whatever he's decided is on the menu for tonight). And he's good at it, too. He's got a real talent for cheffing it up. The kind of talent that makes you moan words of praise through mouthfuls of food while you chow down.

"You like it?" He'd ask, a teasing lilt tinging his words.

"Fuckin' perfect," You'd reply, voice muffled by mounds of food. "You got a gift."

He wouldn't have believed it had it come from anyone else. But for you? He would have to make an exception.

He only wished he could make enough for you to take leftovers. With two ravenous roommates, however -- the kind that scarf down just about everything but the plate -- that was kinda hard.

(Still, whenever he could, he would sneak a few extra servings into some containers to give to you.).

3. Super Affectionate

You love it when he comes home to you. You love it when he collapses into your arms and wraps his strong arms around you, swaddling you entirely with his warmth. You love when he takes you out with him -- takes you shopping, takes you on dates, takes you on grocery runs to get a brief moment of peace from his roommates.

Aki is nothing if not proud of his girlfriend. Though usually quite timid and stoic, he has no qualms about claiming you in public. (sometimes in a family bathroom stall, if it's one of those days). He'll walk around with his hand on your lower back, your waist, your hip, your ass -- whatever he can get ahold of to let the world know that you're his.

It's usually you who initiates the PDA. He's the one who runs with it.

It'll start with a kiss to his lips, his jaw, his neck, his nose. That's all it takes for him to be pulling you in for more, suddenly rather careless about who sees the two of you. He'll ask you for a kiss. Then another. Then another. Then one last one (it's a trap).

And you, being the lovestruck idiot that you are, you'll stand up on your tippy toes and give him all of the kisses you can muster.

At work parties, you're never far from him -- never out of his line of sight. He said something about his coworkers being "dogs", but you had yet to experience even a double glance in your direction. Being with Aki was like having a bodyguard.

He loves it the most when you sit on his lap. He'll pull you close to him by the waist, hugging your legs from where he's seated. He'll let you entertain his drunken coworkers for a few minutes, perhaps even a few comments from Denji about your looks, and then he'll tug you down to take a seat where you belong (in his lap. no one else's. his lap).

Your pretty face would flush for a moment, stuttering to find the words to continue what you had been saying. He didn't care about anyone else when you were around -- you made him needy. Still, he would hide his blushing face in your neck, your shoulder. Breathe in the scent of your expensive perfume, the scent of your skin that was so uniquely you.

Baby, he'd call you.

Princess, Mama, Angel face.

He couldn't keep the pet names away. It was what gave your relationship away to everyone to begin with, after all. It had been a small meeting with a few Devil Hunters, only two beers in, and you had handed him his third.

"Thanks, Baby," He murmurred, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head back. His eyes widened the moment he realized what he had done.

"Baby?" Himeno repeated.

"Baby?" Denji echoed.

"Like, an infant?" Power chimed in. Denji went to explain.

Aki sputtered profusely, hurried chants of, "Wait, wait--" leaving his lips. And you would just laugh, letting him feel the backlash from his coworkers.

"You are dating! I fuckin'-- HIC! -- knew it!" Himeno pumped her drink in the air. "You lyin' little shit."

Not like the way he looked at you didn't give it away from the beginning.

4. Way with words

He loves to spoil his girl. Not just with money (although he certainly doesn't hesitate to buy you whatever your heart desires, or to send you a couple thousand to treat yourself to something nice).

He spoils you with his words, with his saccharine tongue that overflows with pretty things the moment the two of you are alone.

"My pretty girl," He'll say. "Only mine. Only for me."

"Only for you," You'll say back.

He has a certain way with words. Perhaps it's the bluntness of it that makes you fall harder for him. He never hesitates to tell you exactly what's on his mind.

It's a whisper of, "I love you," against your cheek.

It's a grumble of, "Want you," while he leaves fleeting touches of your waist and hips.

And God, he knows how to talk your panties right off.

Lips pursed around a cancer stick, he'll breathe out everything you want to hear.

"'M gonna marry you some day," He'd say. "If I don't, I'll die trying."

"I love the way you look in that dress."

"Your eyes look so pretty."

"You take me so well, pretty."

Whoops. Did I let that last one slip out?

Well, then, I suppose that leads me to number 5.

5. Fantastic Lover

Aki is gifted in a multitude of ways. One of your personal favorites? His hands. His hands on your face, your chest, your lips -- his rough grip on your hips while he devours you.

He loves to spoil you with his attention. Sometimes, that means he'll have you clawing at the bed with anticipation before he even thinks about going faster.

"Can't rush perfection," he'd say.

And you'd tell him, "Shut up and fuck me."

He can't get enough of you. On the bed, on the floor, on the kitchen counter while everyone is still asleep -- he's addicted to the taste of you whenever he can have it. He loves the way you fall apart around him, around his tongue, hips jumping up to ride his face.

He's told you he'd die a happy man if you crushed him. You think that might be the truth.

His fingers are long and thick -- a little calloused, but none the less gentle as they press against your neck, as they slip into your needy pussy. He works you open like it's his job, effortlessly finding that spongy place inside of you that makes you gasp out for him, makes you clutch at his inky black hair as he leans in to give you an experimental lick.

You love his tongue. Devilish thing he is, he'll eat you out for his own pleasure -- until you're clawing at him, tugging the sheets off of the corners, leaving a trail of wetness on his fingers. He has this way of sucking and fucking you so divinely that you forget your name -- suddenly, the only one you can think of is his.

"Aki..." You'd whine. Quietly, still, but getting a little louder while you crept closer and closer to your peak.

"Quiet, Baby," He would hush you, adjusting your legs over his shoulders while he devoured you. "Don't want anybody to hear you, hmm?"

He'll eat you out until you're begging for more, pleading for him.

And then, if you've been good, he'll give it to you -- all of him, everything he has to offer. He'll pound you so far into the mattress that the next morning, when you get up to eat breakfast with him and his roommates, you can do nothing but avoid eye contact at all costs, limping into the kitchen and sitting down slowly (lest you hurt your tender back, the one he'd blown out).

"Rough night?" Denji had asked you once, munching on a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

You swallowed thickly, nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the way you were glancing between him and Aki, whose back was turned to the three of you while he finished cooking.

You scooped some eggs onto your plate, taking a bit onto your fork and shoveling it into your mouth (to give you an excuse to not reply).

But you'd be found out soon enough.

"Sure sounded like it," Power added, tilting her head at you. "Were you injured?"

Aki choked, but disguised it with a cough.

You quirked your brow. "No, why?"

Denji looked up at that, pausing to swallow before he gave his two cents. "You sure?" He asked (teasingly). "We could hear you crying out from down the hall."

You choked on your egg. Aki turned the stove off, whipping his head around to promptly whack Denji on the back of his head with the spoon he had just been stirring up eggs with.

a/n: hiiii! just a quick little drabble. i've been on a csm craze for the last week! (aki's been getting me through the week long period of grief that follows a brutal midterm week). feel free to request some more (reqs say closed but ill do it for my king aki....) who knows! if u guys like it enough (and maybe beg real nicely) i mightttt do another part (or publish this 45 page aki smut i've been sitting on lololosdjfkg). comment and reblog ur thoughts!! i love reading them.

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YOU GOT: KENMA KOZUME (time-skip)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ matchup for @bobateagojo

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you would like a matchup, read this!

'My love languages are acts of service, quality time & physical touch.'

𓆩♡𓆪 kenma is likely the same except replace act of service with gift giving (bc he's too lazy to do anything lol)

𓆩♡𓆪 the frequency of each one varies

𓆩♡𓆪 i'd say before he gets hella rich , quality time would be his main one

𓆩♡𓆪 like he'd enjoy hanging out with you and doing basically anything as long as it was with you

𓆩♡𓆪 BUT after his company/streaming takes off, he'd bemore inclined to gift giving

𓆩♡𓆪 bc obviously he has more to spend , but less time

𓆩♡𓆪 he always does his best to make time for you still, despite how busy he is

𓆩♡𓆪 he'll have dedicated days of the week where he will just turn his work cellphone off to focus on y'alls dates

𓆩♡𓆪 and for the most part he will always try to work from home so y'all can hang out

𓆩♡𓆪 and cuddle while he is doing business research or streaming

𓆩♡𓆪 even if he has face-cam on (which he doesn't do often), you can still have your head in his lap and he can stroke your hair and caress your cheek

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'I'm very shy and introverted, but I open up more around people I'm very comfortable with.'

𓆩♡𓆪 very much kenma-coded

𓆩♡𓆪 this would make for a meet cute in a really busy place like a social event or just a party or a packed bar your friends dragged you to etc etc

𓆩♡𓆪 OR!! a volleyball game , hm?

𓆩♡𓆪 anyway you and kenma are both like standing awkwardly to the side and you take notice of each other and bond over your mutual distaste of the current situation

𓆩♡𓆪 he is an introvert but he's also a hater so he would have the confidence to make the first move and talk to you first, however it's defo gonna be something out of line and abrupt like 'i hate it here.'

𓆩♡𓆪 but you're immediately 'same 😩'

𓆩♡𓆪 and thats how he knew he found a real one 🤞

𓆩♡𓆪 and y'all can be socially introverted together forever

𓆩♡𓆪 later on when he becomes a streamer , he does start to come out of his shell a little

𓆩♡𓆪 (considering he talks to an audience of 100k+ almost daily, he kinda has no choice)

𓆩♡𓆪 and whether you want to undergo that journey with him is completely up to you

𓆩♡𓆪 like he'd totally get it if you want to stay out of the spotlight and not accompany him to any like big YouTube events and stuff

𓆩♡𓆪 bc there are gonna be tons of shows and fans bombarding you and he knows that can be quite overwhelming so he'd never want to subject you to that

𓆩♡𓆪 so he doesn't mind if you wanna remain away from the public eye

𓆩♡𓆪 in fact , he enjoys keeping you as his little secret

𓆩♡𓆪 that only he gets to enjoy mwahaha

𓆩♡𓆪bc tbh his fans are crazy and would probs make thirst edits of you if you were to ever show your face on his stream

𓆩♡𓆪 and kenma wouldn't be able to cope

𓆩♡𓆪 seeing 20k+ ppl in the comments of a video calling you hot would drive him mad icl

𓆩♡𓆪 so it's probably for the best you stay out of his streams lol

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

'My ideal date is a movie / game night or a coffee / bubble tea date.'

𓆩♡𓆪 oh he'd love this

𓆩♡𓆪 game night is the definition of a perfect date

𓆩♡𓆪 but he understands for a first date you guys should do something special and out-and-about

𓆩♡𓆪 so he'd defo take you for bubble tea

𓆩♡𓆪 and y'all would probs have the same/similar order and he'd fall for you on the spot 😔

𓆩♡𓆪 knowing his luck , when he tries to tear the seal with his straw, the whole drink would explode

𓆩♡𓆪 and now he's covered in milk and tapioca pearls

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you were to laugh at him a little, he would act bothered but inside he is melting bc he loves seeing you laugh

𓆩♡𓆪 but yeah , he's probably too shy to ask the workers for a replacement drink (this is before his blossoming) so he'd buy a new one lol

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd want to quit the date early bc.. yk.. he's covered with drink

𓆩♡𓆪 but he also doesn't want to give you the wrong impression and make you think he's not enjoying himself or doesn't like you or smth

𓆩♡𓆪 so he invites you back to his place

𓆩♡𓆪 and after he showers and cleans up , y'all play some video games

𓆩♡𓆪 and that's when the real chemistry happens lol

𓆩♡𓆪 he'd find it so cute seeing your competitive side come out during mario kart or smash bros

𓆩♡𓆪 and you guys could play minecraft

𓆩♡𓆪 that way he can smoothly ask you out on a second date by being like 'hmm it's getting late but maybe you should come over again sometime and we can finish off our house'

𓆩♡𓆪 that is , if you even leave that night

𓆩♡𓆪 you might get so involved in playing that you end up pulling an all-nighter without even knowing 😭

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's okay , y'all can nap together through the day 😛🤞

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for @bobateagojo : i considered yamaguchi for you but kenma would enjoy a game night more lol

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Remember to Not Forget Me

One Shot

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: What happens when you forget about the love of your life? Especially when the love of your life is Elvis Presley?

Warnings: Memory loss, talks of suicide, and maybe a happy ending with possible. But who's to say.

Word Count: 9.5K

Author's Notes: I got this idea from another popular author I will not name. What I will say is this. She was joking in her lustful tale about having amnesia. Then I was thinking, what if it wasn't a joke? Enjoy this bittersweet tale. If you love it, please like, comment, repost, and if you haven't yet. Follow!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

You open your eyes, and your vision is blurred. You breathe as if you're taking your first breath of life. You try sitting up in your position on the bed you lie in. As you blink yourself into reality, you notice the low fluorescent lighting and the sight buzz in the background. The windows are dimmed where you can't see the outside world.

There's a cleansing smell of bleach and alcohol, but something else hangs in the air. A fragrance or cologne. You aren't sure. You just wanna know,

"Where am I?" You whisper through your inflamed throat.

There's a man with his head on your bed. He hears you and awakens from his slumber. There's an unearthly beauty to him. His eyes are blue, and his hair is black. He has some stubble that travels from his chin to his lofty sideburns. A brilliant smile dons his face. His eyes are wet.

"Y/N, baby, you're awake. Thank you, God. You're awake." He celebrates his excitement by kisses your hand.

Tears roll down his cheeks not of sorrow but of pure joy. He tries to embrace you, but you jerk away from him. Confusing bounces between the both of you. Shock covers his ethereal face.

"Baby, what..."

"Baby?" You interrupt him, confusion surrounding your voice.

"Y/N. It's me."

"Who are you? I can't remember. I..." You say to him.

Your confession stops his heart and stills him. The tears that were once for joy are now tears of pain.

"You don't remember me?" He asks.

You shake your head, and tears fall from your eyes. These are tears for a life forgotten. Why can't you remember?

"Do you know who you are?" He asks.

"I-I-I... don't remember anything." You say.

"I have to get the doctor, but I wanna tell you this." He says, making you a cup of water.

You take the cup from and quinch your thirst. The coolness of the water soothes the burn in your throat.

"Your name is Y/N M/N Presley. I'm Elvis." He says.

"Who am I to you?" You ask, handing him the empty cup.

"Everything."

Elvis walks to the door, exiting the room. He comes back seconds later with a doctor and some nurses. They begin to start asking you a series of questions to see where your mind is.

"Good morning, dear. I'm Dr. Harvey. Can you tell me your name?" The doctor asks you, examining your hand and muscles.

"I don't know. He..." You point to Elvis, who's currently watching from the counter of the room. "He said my name is Y/N M/N Presley."

"Do you know what day it is?" Dr. Harvey asks, examining your eyes with his pen light.

"No."

"What year is it?"

"I don't know."

"How old are you?"

You shake your head, and tears fall from your eyes. You can't remember a thing.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"I can't..." You cry.

"Well, Mrs. Presley, let me be the first to inform you that you took a nasty fall outside your home. That fall caused you to hit your head pretty hard. You've been in a coma for the last two weeks. It seems the fall has caused you amnesia. Hopefully, in time, you will get all your memories back. For the next few days, we'll keep a close eye on you to see if you're ready to go home. You can have visitors too."

"Visitors?"

"Yes, family and friends." Dr. Harvey says. "Your husband's been keeping a visual over you since you got here."

"Husband?"

The doctor points at Elvis.

"The gentleman standing quietly in the corner."

You look at Elvis, and he has a slight grin on his face. The doctor extends his hand to Elvis. Elvis gives him his hand and shakes it.

"Thank you, Doc."

"It won't be long now, Mr. Presley. This is where the real work begins. Try telling her things to jog her memory. It's helps and, most importantly, be patient with her. These things take time." Dr. Harvey explains to Elvis.

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

Dr. Harvey and his colleagues leave you alone with Elvis. You two quietly stare upon one another. There's something calming about him that makes your soul feel at peace. Which at this moment is weird because you can't remember anything.

Elvis grabs his chair and pulls to your bed to be closer to you.

"You're my husband?" You ask, breaking the silence.

"Yes." He says, lightly grabbing your hand.

"How long have we been married?"

"Two years. It'll be three in August."

"What month is it now?"

"It's March."

You start to cry again. It's so frustrating not being able to remember anything.

"Baby, please don't cry."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could remember. Why can't I remember?"

"I wish I knew why you came running out the house."

"I was running? From what?"

"I don't..."

The door slams open, interrupting your conversation with Elvis. In pops a girl you don't believe you know.

"Y/N, you're up! You're up! Thank God, she's up, E." The girl says, running in and grabs your head, kissing your forehead.

"Who???" You ask.

The expression on her face goes from glad to confused.

"Elvis, what's going on?" She asks.

"She has amnesia." Elvis answered, his eyes closed from the truth of it all.

"She doesn't remember us?" She said, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Elvis shakes his head, indicating the harsh truth that you can't remember them. Elvis moves out of his chair.

"Introduce yourself. I have to make some calls. Where's Jerry?" He asks.

"In the hall with the boys." She said. "Elvis."

Elvis stops in his tracks and looks back at her. She walks to him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"Y/N's, awake. She's going to remember us in time. We're going to take it one step at a time. Okay?"

"Okay." Elvis nods, then leaves the room.

She walks to the chair by your bedside that Elvis placed there and sits. She grabs your hand and smiles.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?" She asks. "I believe touch is supposed to help with memory."

"It's not helping. I wish I could remember you. I wish I could remember anything."

"Well, I'm Lucy. I'm your best friend. We met sometime ago. We've been best friends for years. You are Y/N. Elvis' wife. I'm your husband's best friend's wife, Jerry."

"Lucy?"

"Yes. I'm Lucy."

"Tell me something I should remember, please?"

Lucy thinks quickly. There are so many memories to choose from.

"Oh. Your wedding day. I believe it's your favorite even if you can't recall. I'll do my best to paint you a picture." Lucy said. "You had picked out this beautiful dress. I actually helped you pick it out. We stayed in that dress shop for hours until you found your perfect gown. Off the shoulder lace on top with cream satin on the bottom. You were gorgeous, and you were so excited for your big day. We had candy and white wine while we got ready. We put forget-me-nots all over the place..."

"Forget-me-nots?" You asked.

"Your favorite flowers are forget-me-nots. Very rare little wildflowers. We had to grow them. Elvis had them planted all over the place. For the wedding, we put some in your curls, and we made your bouquet out of the forget-me-nots. You were just excited to see Elvis see you. I thought you were just going to run down the aisle to him."

"So I was happy?" You ask her.

"Happy doesn't cover it. Y/N, you're over the moon. Just brimming. I'm not going to tell you too much more. I'll let Elvis tell you." Lucy pats your hand.

"What about our friendship?" You ask.

"Y/N, next to Jerry, you are the only person I trust to confine in."

"Jerry... your husband."

"Right. That's right. That's good. Your mind's strong." Lucy said, patting your hand.

You and Lucy talk about meeting in Las Vegas. How you two bonded over drinks and conversations. Lucy left out a lot of important details about Elvis, hoping he would tell you himself or you'd find out on your own.

Ten minutes later, Elvis comes in with more visitors, and they come bearing gifts of flowers and candy. No one looks familiar to you, but everyone seems friendly. An older gentleman approaches you and leans down next to your bed.

"Hey, honey. You remember me?" He asks.

You shake your head. Was the message not passed around? Were they not informed of your current dilemma? Or is everyone just hoping by you seeing their faces it may spark something?

"I'm your daddy... in-law, but I love you just as if you were my own flesh and blood. My name is Vernon."

"Vernon." You repeat.

"Yes, honey. Yes." Vernon says, grabbing your hand.

You feel the grip of his warm hand and look at his face to see if there is any familiarity about him. He has a full head of hair all gray. His features are familiar, but not because you recognize him. Vernon's smile is bright, and his eyes are a clear blue. Even past all his wrinkles, he's quite handsome. You know his eyes. Those oceanic blues.

"You have Elvis' eyes." You tell him.

"Actually, being that I'm his daddy, I would say he has my eyes."

There was some laughter that filled the room at the comments that were being made between you and Vernon.

"Hey, baby." Elvis comes over to you and hands you a small bundle of blue and white flowers.

"Theses are beautiful. Are these forget-me-nots?" You ask.

"You remember?" Elvis asks, to his shock.

"Lucy told me about them. These are really pretty."

"Y/N, are you hungry. After all, it's been two weeks," Elvis says, leaning over you.

You touch your stomach, and it feels so empty. There's a pain there where food should reside. Suddenly, you feel gas in your stomach move from the lack of nourishment.

"I think food would be good." You answer.

Everyone clears the way, and the nurse comes through the door with a large plate of different foods you aren't too familiar with. The aroma is pleasing. The scent is astonishing, yet you don't know if it's good or not. Elvis takes the large tray from the nurse, and one of the other men in the room moves the food stand table in front of you. Elvis places the food on the table.

"What is this?" You ask.

"This my love is all your favorite foods. Chicken alfredo. Fried chicken stripes with honey mustard sauce. Garden salad with Caesar dressing. Tomato sauce with grilled provolone cheese. A side of tropical fruit. Mangoes, strawberries, pineapples, and white grapes. Water and an Oreo milkshake."

"This is a lot of food." You say.

"You don't have to eat it all. Just eat something. Please, eat anything." Elvis insists, scooting your table closer to you.

You look at everyone around the room and start to feel self-conscious. Are they going to be gawking at you while you eat? Is this a show that you do for everyone?

"Can I be alone and eat? Please?" You ask.

"It's no problem, Y/N, at all. Is it?" Lucy says, looking around the room.

All the men place your flowers and candy down on the widow seal. Some things are placed on your counter. Everyone tells you goodbye and leaves the room. Lucy kisses your forehead and tells you she'll see you tomorrow. Vernon kisses your cheek and leaves you with alone with Elvis sitting on your bed.

As the door closes behind them, Elvis looks at you with a smile on his face.

"You're still here?" You ask him.

"Yes, ma'am. Par our agreement. I am here."

"What agreement?"

"For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. It's part of our vows. I meant those when I said them. I know you don't remember, but I'm damn sure gonna help you." Elvis pauses. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to curse in front of you."

"What should I eat first?" You ask.

"Hmm. Try the chicken alfredo. It's your favorite of all the dishes."

You pick up the fork and plunge it deep into the bowl of pasta. You put it inside your mouth, allowing the food to coat your tongue. The flavor sends a rush through your body like you've never ever experienced, being that you don't remember. The flavor fills your taste buds with delight and pleasure. You love it so much that you start to shovel it in your mouth.

"Whoa, whoa. Baby, slow down. We don't want you to choke." Elvis says, putting his hand over yours to slow you down.

"Sorry." You say with a mouth full of pasta. You take your time chewing and swallowing the delicious cuisine.

"You know, Y/N, I was reading up on folks with amnesia." Elvis starts to say. "One specialist says that food can trigger memories."

You blink your eyes to see if it's working, but nothing is coming to mind. You can't remember. You sigh and shake your head at Elvis.

Elvis sighs, but he won't give up that easy.

"Drink this. It's cookies and cream." Elvis points out.

You pick up the frozen cup and take a sip. Oh, how tasty this treat is. The icy beverage is sweet and creamy with cookie chunks. It coats your mouth and throat with an invigorating sugar rush. The coldness numbs a part of you, but you continue to drink.

"Y/N, slow down before you get a..."

You throw your hand on your head and groan. "Owe! My head."

"Brain freeze." Elvis says. He takes the cup from you and offers you some water. "Take it slow, Baby. The food ain't going nowhere. Swear."

The water helps the ache of the brain freeze. You sample each morsel in front of you, slowly discovering a new flavor. All fascinating and new to you. The pineapple is quite a new favorite, you think, but the milkshake is more savoring. The salad is good but not as delicious as the tomato soup with grill cheese.

You sit back and relax yourself. You are full and satisfied. Elvis looks at you the entire time.

"Elvis?"

"Yes, love?" He answers.

"What's so interesting about me that you choose to stay here? And please don't joke about agreements."

"Is it not enough to believe that I love you? Am I that much of a stranger to you?"

"Yes, I..." Tears come pouring from your eyes. "I feel so lonely. I know I'm supposed to remember, but I don't. You don't understand how terrible this is to not know."

Elvis takes your hand to comfort you, but you pull away from him.

"Baby..."

"Stop calling me that."

"Y/N, I can't possibly know what you're going through, but I want to know if you let me in. It hurts me that you don't know me. We've been through it all. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Just ask, but please don't pull away from me. I can't take that." Elvis pleas with you.

He can't lose you. You don't know how his heart dropped seeing you run out of the house to him only to fall down and hit your head. He doesn't even understand why you were running in the first place. Elvis stayed at your side the entire time.

You don't remember this part either, but Elvis loathes hospitals. His mama took her last breath in the very hospital you are currently in. Nothing good has come from the hospital as far as Elvis is concerned. You waking up made Elvis' heart beat again after two weeks lying dormant. Doctors only talking about your concussion made him depressed. He went to a dark place. As dark as the place your coma took you. He doesn't want either of you to go back there.

He thought about alternative options if you didn't make it. He could not bury you. Thinking of it made him physically sick to his stomach. In his depressed state, he wanted to sleep but hated doing that for two reasons. One, he had vivid nightmares about newspaper articles saying, "Elvis Presley died of a broken heart." Others said, "Rock N Roller died by suicide following the unexpected death of love of his life." He would never even think of it, yet it haunted his very dreams.

His other reason was he wanted to be here when you woke up. He wanted to see the honeycomb of your light brown eyes. He needed to hear your voice.

You look at him now, seeing the pain in his eyes you want to comfort him. Being around him does bring you peace. A peace that you can't comprehend or fathom. It frightens you, but you know he means well.

"Okay, Elvis. What should I know?" You ask.

"You should know you love it when I call you baby. It's your favorite nickname. I've called you that it seems like forever. Since the moment we met."

"Where did we meet?"

"We met in Las Vegas. You spilled your drink on me. It was an accident, of course, but it was the best accident to ever happen to me. To us." Elvis offers you his hand.

You slowly take his hand, feeling the calluses and rough skin. You could tell he used his hands to work. These are the hands of a working man. You grab his hand and hold it.

"What else? Tell me more, please."

"You love reading. Sometimes, at night, we read to each other until one of us falls asleep. We can talk for hours about anything and everything. You like to sing in the shower. You have a beautiful voice, but you don't like singing in front of everyone. I feel special to have been your private audience on more than one occasion."

All these things he tells you make you feel better. You seem to be a fun-loving person so full of life. How do you get back to the Y/N he knows? If you don't remember, will he still care about you?

"And I love you, Y/N Presley." Elvis says, catching your attention. "I always have loved you, and I will always love."

"What if I never remember?" You ask, tearing up again.

"Then I will make you fall in love with me all over again." Elvis kisses your hand. "Because you are worth it."

That puts a smile on your face, and your heart sings. This man is obsessed with you. You indulge in the thought. Because there's a chance you already may be falling.

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The next few days in the hospital were crucial. They determined if you had to stay longer or got to go home. You had to muscle tests and memory tests.

They made you go to rehab for your walking. If felt good getting out of the bed. The testing to see how well you could stand on your own first. Then they made you walk. The first day was the hardest, but Elvis didn't leave your side once. He was your coach and cheerleader. He held your hand the whole time. By day four, you were a pro on the tram mill.

Lucy and Jerry came by to see you daily. Telling you stories about yourself to jog your memories but nothing helped. More visitors came by to visit and reintroduce themselves to you.

During your memory tests, the nurse declared that you had a skill to remember what was told to you. Your long-term memories were what you needed to retrieve, but it would take time. The doctor tested you for headaches and pains, making your concussion gone. There was no brain bleeding. Thank God. Elvis was glad to hear it. A sigh of relief came over him.

It was time to go home, and Elvis was thrilled to see you coming home after a grueling three weeks. Lucy came to help get you dressed for the drive home.

"Y/N, we got everything? Makeup, clothes?" Elvis asking, searching the room. Elvis did not want to come back.

"I believe so." You answered, sitting in the wheelchair.

Elvis made sure you were completely bundled up. With it being the middle of March and all.

"Let's go." Elvis said, rolling you out of the room to the car.

All the nurses lined the halls to bid you farewell. It puts a smile on your face as they all say bye to you. You catch a few eyeing Elvis, but you aren't sure why. You just assumed that it's because he's handsome. They must sense his magnetism and his kindness. Elvis wasn't supposed to stay past visiting hours but somehow managed it. You didn't dwell on it too much. You were glad to have him around to catch you up on life even if you didn't remember.

As you roll out the hospital, you see a big black car waiting for you.

"Elvis, who's car is that?" You ask.

"It's ours."

The wind started to pick up, and you get out of the wheelchair heading for the car. You slide into the warm car and feel the instant comfort. You can tell the difference between the heat inside the car and the cold on the outside.

Elvis slides in next to you and shuts the door. You try to get familiar with your space. You sit in a bewildered amazement at the vehicle.

"Alright, Lamar. To Graceland." Elvis directs.

"You got it, boss." Lamar says from the drivers seat.

"Graceland?"

Elvis looks at you, a smile on his donning his lips. "Home." He whispers.

"Home." You repeat.

You aren't truly familiar with the place, but the work has a meaning behind it altogether. A peace of some sort. You consider whatever that peace may be as you sit back and look at the window, the outside world passing you by.

The car ride home is silent. You had things on your mind that you couldn't speak aloud such as,

Is my husband a con man or a mob boss? This Memphis Mafia thing is a bit much.

As you approach the gates of Graceland, you see a crowd of people surrounding the entrance. As soon as the crowd spots the limo, they start to scream and shout.

Elvis, Elvis, Elvis!

Girls all over the car. They are kind enough to let the car pass through the gates, but you still hear them screaming and shouting for Elvis.

"What's going on?" You ask, getting as far away from the door as possible.

Elvis grabs onto you as you scoot close to him.

"It's alright, darlin'. They won't hurt you." You whispers to reassure you of your safety.

"Who are they?"

"They're... fans."

"Fans? Of who?"

"Of me."

You look out the window as you go up the driveway of Graceland. The sight is breathtaking. These beautiful old trees drape the driveway to get closer to the house. The house is held up by four large pillars that guard the front door. The house itself is made from cobblestone, and the window shutters are green.

"Whoa..." is all you can manage to say.

"It is magnificent, ain't it?" Elvis whispers in your ear.

"This is your home?"

"Our. Home. Y/N. Ours."

"It's beautiful."

"You ready to go in?"

"I'm ready to get out the cold." You tell him.

The car comes to a halt by the front door. The car door opens, and Elvis scoots out first. He extends his hand to you, helping you out the car. He holds your hand tightly yet carefully as you go up the steps. Elvis pauses for a moment as if something is wrong.

"Boss, you okay?" The one they call Red asks.

Elvis looks up at Red, then back at you. He just nods his head and continues to the front door. He opens it to this luxurious home interior. Ivory carpet, royal blue curtains, crystal chandeliers, and a staircase.

"Elvis, what do you do exactly?" You ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"I'm in... entertainment." Elvis says, taking off your coat. "We'll talk more on that later. Are you hungry?"

The scent of food fills the air. You feel your stomach growl, and you begin to rub it. You look at Elvis and nod your head. Elvis smirks at you and leads to towards the dining room and into the kitchen.

"Ms. Mary has been cooking for you."

"Ms. Mary?"

You walk in the kitchen and see an older woman standing overthr stove cooking in a large pot. Her face is kind and pleasant. She sees you and smiles as she walks over to you.

"Welcome home, Ms. Y/N. I'm so glad you're back." She tells you.

Unlike everyone else you've met, she doesn't try to embrace you. Then you realize why. There's a chance Elvis has told her of your current condition. Why would she hug you if she knows you aren't familiar with her.

"Hello. Are you Ms. Mary?" You ask.

"Yes, I am. I'm your cook, and every once in a while, I help tiddy up the house for you and Mr. Elvis."

You look over to the pot of food nearly mesmerized from the smell and steam.

"Are you hungry, Ms. Y/N? Would you like something to eat?" Ms. Mary asked.

"I would, Ms. Mary. Yes. What... what is that you're cooking? It smells amazing."

Ms. Mary places her hand on your back and guides you over to the pot.

"This is BBQ gumbo with pulled chicken and shrimp. It's on the spicy side, but you enjoy spice most of the time. I have some sweet rolls to go along with it."

All of a sudden, you snatch one of the sweet rolls off the pan and drip it into the spicy gumbo. The flavor was overwhelmingly divine. It's spicy, but oh, so enjoyable. It warms your body. It's delicious and addictive. You can't stop eating it.

"Ms. Y/N, would you like a bowl?" Ms. Mary asks.

You forgot your manners, and a shade of blush covers your face.

"I'm sorry. Yes, please. I'd love a plate." You say covering your full mouth.

"Mr. Elvis, would you like a plate as well, sir?" She asks.

"Yes, please. We'll eat at the table, Ms. Mary." Elvis says, escorting you to the dining table.

Elvis pulls out your chair and then sits beside you at the head of the table. He slowly takes your hand. You look around the room. You look at the decor. The chandeliers. The stain glass windows and blue curtains. It's very beautiful and comforting.

"So, this is home?" You ask.

"Yes. Our house, but you're my home." Elvis says.

As he says this. Ms. Mary brings out to BBQ gumbo and the sweet rolls. Elvis thanks her and says a quick prayer still holding your hand.

"Dear God, thank you for what we are about to receive. We are truly thankful. Thank you for healing my bride and allowing her to come home after a rough three weeks. You are great, Lord. I thank you. Amen."

You look at Elvis with amazement. He's so caring and charming yet humble. It's alluring somehow.

"Hungry, baby?" Elvis asks.

"Yes," you nod your head as Elvis makes your bowl.

The gumbo warms you up from the inside out. The flavor coats mouth with chunky pieces of shrimp, rice, and vegetables. Your lips burn from the spice, but the sweet rolls measure out the flare. It's almost better than the tomato soup you had in the hospital.

"How you liking it, Y/N?" Elvis asks as he places his spoon down.

"It's great," you say, licking your lips. "So what do you do in entertainment?"

"I..." Elvis hesitates or a moment. "I-I-I sing. I play a little guitar and sometimes... I act."

"You sing? What kind of music?"

"It's a mixture of rock-n-roll, blues, country, and gospel. I really love gospel music," Elvis says, shyly looking away.

"So, is that how we met? Did you serenade me into marrying you?" You joke.

Elvis laughs at your wittiness. Something about the way he laughs warms your heart more than the gumbo. His smile is true and sincere. It makes you smile along with him. His eyes light up when he laughs. You begin to wonder if you're really that funny or if it's something else.

"No, baby. It's not how I got you to marry me. Although we did meet at one of my concerts in Vegas... kinda. It's more like a bar." Elvis says, grabbing your hand.

"Where I spilled my drink on you, right?"

Elvis smiles and nods his head.

"Yes, Y/N. That's exactly right."

"Do you remember that night? Can you tell me?" You ask, placing your hand over his other hand.

Elvis looks at your hands, touching him. It warms his heart that you touch him, and it sets his soul ablaze. It makes his Johnson perk up, but Elvis doesn't want to scare you away. He closes his eyes and tries to relax himself.

"Calm down, Little Elvis. Calm down. We have to wait just a little longer." Elvis thinks to himself.

"We..." Elvis starts to speak. "I was sitting alone. Just thinking. I-I get nervous before I perform."

"Why do you get nervous?" You ask him, seeing the worry in his eyes.

"It just bothers me. It's like... a fear of failin'. I just get so damn nervous in gonna fail. But... each and every time somebody comes along gives me the courage to get out there."

"Who was it?"

Elvis looks at you with this childlike innocent smile and says, "You."

There goes that feeling again. That electric charge passes from him to you in an instant. Your heart beats skip every other beat. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and goosebumps rise all over your skin. Your mouth goes bone dry, and you gulp. How does he have this power over you? Did it work like this when you remembered him?

"You moved the wrong way and spilled your drink over my arm. There was a sweetness and tenderness to you, I hadn't seen in anyone else," Elvis explains. "There... there was an innocence. A beauty. You had no idea who I was, and I loved that. You got to know me. The real me. The parts I don't show everybody. We... w-we made love that same night."

"Made love?" You whispered.

Elvis smiles and nods his head.

"Yes, and I knew that night you were mine. You meant to be mine," Elvis whispers as he leans his head against yours.

As he does so, you close your eyes and inhale. Still holding his hand, you open your eyes and eye his deep blue hues softly staring at you. You think you could get lost there. You realize that Elvis wants to show you his very soul.

"Come with me," Elvis beseeches you to follow him.

He stands from his chair at the table, never letting go of your hands. With his free hand, he pulls your chair out from the table, and you stand. You never drop your gaze from his eyes. It's as if Elvis has you under his spell, and you obey every movement.

Elvis leads you to the living room where his records are located.

"Let me play you something," Elvis says, placing the needle of the record player down on the album.

An unfamiliar tune starts to play. Although this tune is unfamiliar to you, you do find it quite pleasant and beautiful.

"Is this you singing, Elvis?"

Elvis looks at you and nods his head. He pulls you close to him. As he does so, he takes your hands and places them over his shoulders. First, your right arm, then your left arm. He slowly slides his hands down your arms to your shoulders and down to your waist.

"I want you to know. I'm not a dancer, but if it means I get to hold you, I'll do it," Elvis whispers as he gently sways you.

Your eyes are locked on his blue pools. They are so deep and light that you get lost in them.

"What's... this song called?" You whisper.

"It's called I Can't Help Falling in Love with You. I sung it for a film I did back in 1961."

"Of course," you smirk at him.

Elvis places his head on top of yours, and you let him sway you from side to side. You rest your head upon his shoulder. As you dance with him, you breathe in his musk, and he smells so good.

"I love you so much, Y/N." Elvis says.

You look at one another as the song ends. Look upon his ethereal face and wonder why can't you remember him. Elvis leans in to kiss you.

"Elvis, I'm tired," you say as you pull yourself away from his gaze.

"Okay. Let's go to bed then," He says, leading you upstairs.

When you reach the massive bedroom, you notice the large bed in front of you. Are you supposed to sleep here with him? What would he do if you asked to sleep elsewhere? Then you realize the bed is large enough for space to be in between you both.

"Please, Y/N," Elvis draws your attention back to him away from your thoughts. "Make yourself at home."

You quietly sit on the edge of the bed like a virgin on prom night. You're nervous and don't know Elvis' intentions. Elvis slips away into the bathroom, and you can hear the water running in the bathtub.

As he does that, you look around the room to familiarize yourself. You see a picture on the nightstand of you and Elvis kissing on another. You pick it up to examine it a little further. You look happy in his loving embrace. As if nothing could get in between you. You put the picture frame down as you notice another picture of you by a horse. You have your fingers intertwined together as you lean your back against Elvis. Elvis leans against a fence, and the majestic stallion has its head over the fence. All of you are smiling, even the horse is smiling.

"That's Rising Sun," Elvis says from the bathroom door.

"The horse's name?" You ask acknowledging him.

Elvis nods and offers you his hand. "Your bath is ready. I have your clothes here on the counter. You ready?"

You nod back at him and take his hand.

"May I bathe alone?" You ask.

"Of course. I'm just helping," Elvis says, walking you into the bathroom. "Let me know if there's anything you need," Elvis said, kissing you on the cheek.

His lips linger on your cheek long enough for you to feel just how soft they are. He walks out of the bathroom, leaving you to your devices. You place your hand over the spot where he planted his lips. Even though it was only a moment, electricity was filled.

You don't dwell on the thought too long. Although your cheek burns from the touch of him. You strip down and get in the warm water. The warmth of the water engulfs you, and you feel at ease, yet you still can't get Elvis off of your mind. Is this how it always was between you and Elvis.

You soak your body and wash yourself. You dip yourself in the water one last time and get out of the tub. You dry yourself off and dry your hair. You look into the foggy mirror but can't see your reflection. As you wipe a part of the mirror off, you see Elvis looking at you. You gasp and turn away to look at him, but he's not there. You quickly look back in the mirror to see yourself in the room alone. What just happened?

You don't dwell on what you thought you saw. You finish up in the bathroom, put your night clothes on, and head to the bedroom.

Elvis waits for you on the bed wearing nothing a towel. You gulp, and Elvis smirks at you. He knew that look even if you weren't familiar with it.

"Are you okay?" He asks, raising off of the bed. "How was your bath?"

"It was fine. Rejuvenating," You tell him.

You left out the part where you thought he was in the bathroom with you. You move past him and sit down the other side of the bed where your back faces him. You see a brush and start to pull it through your damp curls.

"Okay," Elvis says. "I'm about to take my bath."

"Okay," you say.

You hear Elvis go into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You think about what happened in the bathroom. Are these your memories trying to break through, but you're afraid to let them?

You don't contemplate on the subject any longer. You struggle brushing your hair with all the knots in trapped within the curls. On top of that, you're angry because you can't remember who you are. You start to sob as you furiously brush through your curls.

You don't hear Elvis exit the bathroom, but he quietly comes to sit beside you in the bed.

"Baby, let me help you with that," He says, gently taking the brush away from you.

You don't fight him. You find fighting him useless when all you want is to be near him. Elvis starts to brush out the ends of your hair and work his way to the top.

"Talk to me, please. Tell me what's the matter," Elvis asks in a gentle tone.

"Why can't I remember? This is such a terrible feeling not knowing who you are," you confess, tears stream down your cheeks.

Elvis brushes through your curls, and you're at peace. It feels so good and comforting. Goosepimples raise all over your skin, and you feel your cheeks flush.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'll remind you about everything," Elvis coos. "It's funny. How'd you know that this was your side of the bed?"

"I didn't. I just saw the brush."

"I think that's muscle memory. Your body remembers, but your mind doesn't."

You turn and look at him. Elvis is so beautiful. You are captivated by him. You look deep within his eyes, and he smiles at you. You look at his lips and want that feeling you felt earlier on your cheek. That sensation. That rush. Elvis places his head against yours.

"Why do I feel this way when I'm around you?" You ask.

"What way is that?" Elvis whispers.

"It's like a need," you confess. "Elvis, tell me the truth. Was I a good person? A good wife?"

"You're an amazing person, and you're an excellent wife. You're my favorite person," he says.

He wants to kiss you. He needs to kiss you. Elvis has been without your love for nearly four weeks. Sure, when you were unconscious, he kissed you, but not having you kiss him back was like a dagger through his heart. He knows he can't rush you, so he waits for you to come to him.

You close your eyes and softly kiss his lips. Elvis melts into you so easily, like butter. He opens his mouth, praying you let him into yours. And you do. You place your arms around his neck, and Elvis smiles as you both embrace. It's as if you've completely come back to him, and he missed you.

The next second, you push him away and run to the bathroom. You start to vomit in the toilet. You don't know what this feeling is. It wasn't Elvis. You enjoyed that feeling, but sickness just randomly came over you. Elvis comes up behind you and holds your hair as you continue to vomit.

Five minutes later, Elvis has you back in bed with a cool cloth over your brow. He called downstairs for Ms. Mary to bring up some crackers and water. She did so, and you chewed through the sleeve of crackers.

"You know," Elvis starts. "I've never made a woman physically sick before."

"It wasn't you. This was random. I'm so sorry."

"I'm joking, love. I know. Maybe it was too much food for dinner?"

You shrug and say, "Maybe."

When you finally close your eyes to sleep, Elvis kisses your head and turns out your lamp. He crawls over to his side of the bed, but not too far from you. Just in case you need him. He's relieved to be back in his own bed with you by his side. He can rest well knowing you're here.

The next day, you had to get along by yourself. Elvis hated leaving you, but he was overdue for studio time.

You got dressed in a fitted dress and went through the closet to see what a normal outfit looked like. You brushed through slowly feeling the fabrics and materials. There are so many different colors and styles.

After you're done with the closet, you make your way downstairs to familiarize yourself with the house and all the workers. Ms. Mary was absent this morning. There was another in the kitchen this morning. She was kind enough to make you breakfast.

"Morning, Ms. Y/N. It's so good to see you up and about," she said. "I'm Ms. Nancy Rooks. Your morning cook."

"Morning, Ms. Nancy," you say, walking into the kitchen. "Is this for me?"

"Yes, Ms. Y/N," Ms. Nancy answered, handing you the plate of food.

You reluctantly take it, fearing that you could get sick again. You don't feel nauseous. In fact, you feel like you haven't eaten in the last twenty-four hours.

"I'm hungry, but I'm afraid to eat anything. I got sick last night."

"Ms. Mary told me. From out of nowhere. You feeling better?" Ms. Nancy asked, lightly touching your hand.

"I'm better. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm starving," you tell her, grabbing your fork and eating the fruit off your plate.

You everything on your plate. The hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, and mixed fruit. You and Ms. Nancy speak about the daily routine around Graceland. She walks you around the house telling you about each room.

Among all the rooms in the house, you favored the jungle room most of all. You like how it faced the backyard, and you could see the grounds from the window. It was also close to the kitchen. It was a perfect setup for your day.

Lucy came over to spend the day with you and help jog your memory with some pictures that were taken.

"Here's the pictures of your wedding day. Here's the pictures when we were at the beach. Awe, you and E look so happy and in love," Lucy cooed.

You look at all these pictures and all these people you try to familiarize yourself with. It's not coming back to you at all. In fact, it's quite overwhelming. You try to focus on you in the pictures and your demeanor. You seem so happy, and so does Elvis. You can't keep your hands off one another.

"Lucy?" You ask, getting her attention. "Elvis is a good guy, right? Someone I'd run to if I was in need?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" Lucy wondered.

"I'm trying to figure out why I was running to him the day I fell."

"No one knows," Lucy admitted. "We questioned everyone in the house. Ms. Mary was here that afternoon. She said that you were happy. She said you hugged her and told her she was right. Then you ran to the door because you knew Elvis was home."

"What was she right about?" You asked out loud.

Lucy shrugs.

"Lucy, I've been feeling sick on and off all day. Last night before bed, I threw up."

"Maybe it's from the fell. The doctor said a slight concussion. Some patients experience nausea and dizziness with concussions," Lucy broke it down.

"I don't feel dizzy. I do want something else to eat."

Ms. Nancy brings you both a fresh plate of food, which you gladly indulge in.

"Y/N, slow down. The food isn't going anywhere," Lucy says.

"I'm sorry. I'm starving."

After you both finish up lunch, Lucy takes you outside to get some air. It's cool outside but not as cool as I was the day you came home. You walk along the backyard near the fence of the corral where the horses graze. You stay quiet and listen to Lucy talk about things you should remember. Dates. Places. Faces. You impress her with your knowledge of how you remember everything told to you, but it's not because you remember. It's because you've been told to remember.

You lean against the fence and watch the horses that were let out of the barn to graze for a few hours. The big stallion sees you and trots to the fence.

"Look who missed you," Lucy said, leaning against the fence to pet the horse.

You recognize this horse from one of your pictures with Elvis.

"Rising Sun? Is that you?" You ask.

"You remember?" Lucy says with wide eyes.

"Only from the pictures Elvis showed me last night," you say, petting Rising Sun. He's such a sweet horse.

"Y/N, tell me honestly," Lucy submits. "How are you?"

You look at her somberly and answer, "I'm lost." You pause to tell her all the right words so not to offend her. "I know I'm supposed to remember, but don't. I want to. It's a terrible feeling not knowing."

Lucy sheds a tear for you. She wants you to remember her and the good times you had. She really wants you to remember Elvis. He hasn't been himself since your accident.

"Lucy?"

"Yes?"

"Do Elvis and I have children? I saw that swing there between the trees," you ask, pointing to the two trees close by the house. There's a wooden swing there.

"No, not yet. Elvis put the swing there for you. You told him some of your best childhood memories with your mama were at the beach and swinging on the swings," Lucy says.

"My mama?" You ask.

You never thought about your parents, yet no one ever told you about them either. This is the first time you hear something about your mother. She never showed up at the hospital. Only Elvis and his family.

"Where is she? My mama?" You ask, looking at Lucy.

"Oh, Y/N. Your... mama passed away sometime ago. Long before you married Elvis. Long before you moved to Memphis." Lucy explained.

You feel an unexplainable grief in your heart that makes you want to cry and run away. If you weren't lost before you were now.

"My father? Is dead too?" You ask.

"You two are estranged. You don't speak of him or to him for that matter."

You can't help the tears that stream down your cheeks. For a moment, you thought your parents could unlock the questions of your past.

"Why was I..." You pause and cover your mouth. The nausea has returned, and you ran to vomit.

Lucy runs behind you to help in any way she can. You vomit once in the yard, and you manage to make it in the house for the second wave. You wash up and lie down on the sofa with a cool compress on your head. Lucy and Ms. Mary are with you keeping you company. Ms. Nancy has left for the evening.

You look around dazed and giddy. You close your eyes and listen to the voices.

You know you're the best thing that's happened to me, Y/N. I love you so much. I'm absolutely nuts about you.

I'm crazy about you too, Elvis. You're the sweetest and most fun person I've ever known. I don't want anyone else. I love you with all that I am. I can't believe you're mine.

"Darlin', wake up," Elvis whispers in your ear.

You open your eyes to Elvis sitting by you, holding your hand. You look at him and blink your eyes. Were you dreaming? Was it lust or a memory? The more you think about it, the further the dream fades away from you.

"You okay, baby?" Elvis asks you.

You nod your head and try to sit up.

"I'm fine," you tell him. "I'm just hungry."

Elvis laughs and asks Ms. Mary to make some plates of food. You try eating slower than usual. Elvis inquires about how your day went. You don't really say too much. Lucy let's Elvis know about the vomiting spells. Not trying to worry Elvis, you take his hand and reassure him you're fine.

After dinner, Lucy leaves, and you bid her farewell until tomorrow. You and Elvis go upstairs and get ready for bed.

For the next week, the days are all very similar. You're starving all the time. You get sick at least once a day. Lucy is there as a companion and confident in your times of need. You've grown to trust her very much. Between Lucy and Ms. Mary, you felt comfortable and cared for while Elvis was away.

Elvis, forever the gentleman, was able to take the end of the week off to take care of you himself. He went over pictures with you and favorite memories with you. Even though you don't remember your past memories of him, you find yourself falling deeply in love with him. You find him beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside. His soul glows brightly, and his charm is undeniable.

Your dreams invaded your every thought. You were fighting them at every moment.

When you feel sick, he's there to hold your hair and care for you.

"What is wrong with me?" You ask.

"I'd like to know myself," Elvis says, lightly dabbing your head with a damp cloth. "This has been going on for too long, Y/N. I think you need to see a doctor."

"No, Elvis. Please. I don't want to go back to the hospital."

"I'll have a doctor come out here to see you. I promise," Elvis says, kissing your forehead.

As he presses his lips to your head, you feel a jolt of electricity go through you.

"I'll leave you alone and go call our family doctor." Elvis leaves you in the bathroom to clean yourself up.

You sit on the floor and think about everything that you've been going through. It's all overwhelming, and you don't believe you can take any more bad news.

You look over and see a small white stick concealed between the toilet and the trash can. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you move closer to pick it off the floor. As you examine it, you notice there are two small pink lines.

"What does this mean? What is this?" You ask yourself.

Then, like a freight train, it hits you.

About four weeks ago

You lean against the sink and tap your foot impatiently against the floor. These next few moments could make or break you. These next moments could change your life. The last three days, you have been extra hungry, your feet swelled, and you smelled everything that came in and out the house. Not to mention, your period was two weeks late.

You spoke quietly with Ms. Mary, about your concerns. She joked and said,

"Y/N, you sound like the stork is coming to visit. Not to mention, I have been dreaming about fish the last few days," Ms. Mary laughed.

She joked, but you had a funny feeling come over you. Were you expecting Elvis' little one? You told Ms. Mary you'd be back home soon and left the house. You went to the store alone to pick up a pregnancy test. You made your way back home to take it, and here you are in the bathroom impatiently waiting for the stripes to tell you.

You go in the room and look at the clock on the nightstand. Ten minutes have passed. It's time to know. You take a deep breath before picking up the test and pray.

"God, if it be your will."

You open your eyes and see two pink lines. The excitement that rushes through you is unlike anything you've ever experienced. You're about to be a mommy, and Elvis is going to be a daddy.

You hear his car pull up to the door, and you rush to the window to confirm it's him. It's him!

You run downstairs with a smile on your face and glee in your heart. Elvis will be so thrilled you think. Ms. Mary is at the bottom of the staircase and says,

"Y/N, what's gotten into you?"

You hug her as you get to the bottom of the stairs and say,

"You were right!"

You let her go and run to the door to tell Elvis your good news. It's the beginning of March in Memphis, and it's freezing outside. You run towards him and slip on the stairs, hitting your head. It happened so fast that you didn't know what hit.

Back in the present

It was like a wave of memories rushed over you. After seeing the pictures and hearing the stories, it's like you jumped in the photos themselves and lived the moments of your life again. You remembered. Tears of joy fall from your eyes.

"Elvis," whisper as you get up and go searching for him.

You go downstairs and find him on the phone in the living room. He looks at you and smiles that beautiful, warm smile you love. It lightens up your heart, and you feel as though you can float away.

You want to tell him, but you don't want to just blurt it out. So you quietly sit with him until he's done with his phone conversation.

"Thank you, Dr. Nick. We'll be waiting," Elvis said, hanging up the phone. "Hey, baby. How you feeling?" He asked you.

"Much better, yes. Thank you," you tell him.

"I just got off the phone with Dr. Nick. He said he'd be here in an hour or so."

You think to yourself that's more than enough time.

"Dr. Nick. He any good?" You ask Elvis fully aware of Dr. Nick's credentials.

"He's my personal physician. I trust him with your health."

"So, we have an hour?" You ask.

Elvis nods his head. "What have we not discussed about our lives? How can I bring you back to me?" He asked, grabbing your hand.

"Elvis," you say, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Can you tell me about our first time?"

Elvis widens his eyes as he hears the question.

"Did she really just me that question?" He thinks.

"We. Huh. We... we went up to your room. In Las Vegas. We started out slow. We talked for a bit, and you told me about your first kiss. I decided that I should give you a real kiss."

"How did you kiss me?" You ask, looking him in his his cerulean eyes.

"It was like this," Elvis says, gently touching your face.

You see him eyeing your lips in the hungry look he gives you when he's ready to devour you.

"Open your mouth a little bit," He asks.

You remember him telling you this the first time you two made love. Elvis softly presses his lips to your, slow entering his tongue in your mouth. You light place your hands on his cheeks, kissing him back. It was sweet and gentle, just like the first time.

"Whoa..." Is all you can mustar up. "What else happened?"

"Well, I kissed you from head to toe."

"Show me. Please."

Elvis smiles because he's missed you in that way so much. He takes you upstairs to the bedroom and shows you exactly how he made love to you the first time. How fun it was and how you both didn't have to rush. You remember how he took care of you.

You're pregnant, so all your senses are heightened. To feel him inside you over stimulates your very being. Your core burns as you pulsate around him as he rocks in you. Elvis places his head between your neck and shoulder. He moans as you both cum together in the most passionate way. He kisses you softly on your neck and face as he rolls you both on your side.

"Oh, Elvis," you sigh with pure pleasure.

"I missed this," Elvis whispers. "I missed having you in my arms, baby."

"You left something out, didn't you?" You tease him.

"What? What do you mean?"

You look at him with a smirk on your face. "Elvis Aaron, you left out the part where I asked you to stay."

Elvis smiles at you and realizes you remember. After four weeks of being without you, he has you back. A tear escapes his eye, and he pulls you in closer.

"Y/N, baby, you remember?" He whispers.

"Yes, my love, I do. I remember everything. I even remember why I ran outside the day I fell. I was going to tell you..." You pause.

"Tell me what?" Elvis asks, anticipation fills his heart.

"We're gonna have a little rockstar in about nine months."

Elvis eyes widen, and the expression that covers his face is pure bliss.

"Y/N, are you telling me..."

"I'm pregnant, Elvis. We're gonna a baby."

"A baby? Ours?" Elvis says this and starts to laugh.

He embraces you and kisses your face. This is the beginning of something great. A piece of Elvis and a piece of you in the world. You already know how much you love your baby. You can't forget that.

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.𖥔 ݁ 🪐˖ note: asks & thirsts are always open, but i am not taking writing suggestions right now! (this does not apply to ask/writing games, if i reblog an ask/writing game feel free to send me relevant suggestions !!)

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💚 please be nice, i have anxiety :3

💚 sfw only (suggestive and thirsts are fine, but i only write explicit content on my own terms! please do not send me mature suggestions if you are under 18.)

💚 i regard writing asks as suggestions (i don’t take requests) — if i’m interested in the idea i’ll usually write a little on it, but i don’t want the pressure of reqs 🤧

💚 it may take me a few days to respond depending on length — i also reserve the right to not answer a suggestion for any reason, especially if it violates my rules

💚 i sometimes crosspost writing responses to ao3!

💚 gn!reader (default) & non-fem afab!reader

💚 specificity is encouraged but not required!

💚 i also take regular asks, so as long as it follows the rules feel free to talk about your own headcanons/pairings/analysis, i love hearing what other people think !!

✎ᝰ. WHAT I WRITE

🏵️ headcanons, analysis, pairings, x reader, gen

🏵️ genshin impact, honkai: star rail, hunter x hunter, hazbin hotel (gen only)

🏵️ fav pairings ♡: kaebedo, wriolette, ittorou, thomato, sampard, genshin x reader, hsr x reader, as well as individual characters from the listed media!

🏵️ specific!readers: genderfluid, non-binary, transmasc, afab, aro/ace spectrum, ocd (as well as a few specific themes, feel free to ask), anxiety, depression, maladaptive daydreaming, pots, chronic fatigue

🏵️ i may still be open to writing things not listed here, so feel free to ask !!

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🔴 explicit content

🔴 basic no’s like {in}cest, {step}cest, & uncomfortable age gap pairings

🔴 alastor ships (qpr/aroace identity exploration is fine!)

🔴 fem!reader

🔴 discourse

🔴 most specific!readers that aren’t on my list

🔴 other no’s may come up on a case-by-case basis

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if you’ve read to this point, leave a 🪐 emoji somewhere in your message and i’ll give you an extra headcanon i have for one of the characters in the suggestion :3 thank you !!