#Elvis between the lines

[vintagepresley]

A poem Elvis held dear to his heart. 🥺🤍

[elvisabutler]

“Ma’am.” He murmured as she looked over at him, her eyes widening just a hair seeing the look in his eyes. She was old enough to know that look and to have had men look at her in that certain sort of way but Elvis’s blue eyes raking over her form was something else entirely.

"You don't think I notice you? You- In what world does the woman who told you she stuck her neck out and bullied multiple executives to have you cast not notice you.” Catherine moves closer to Elvis and finds herself with her chest heaving, almost offended at the notion he’s put forth. “I- Mr. Presley- I’ve noticed you since-” His hands inadvertently tighten their grip on her arms before he shakes his head and moves them down her arms and off of them before he clenches them into fists. “Don’t-” He shuts his eyes as his hands move to her hips. “Thought I told ya not to call me Mr. Presley now, we’re friends ain’t we? Can’t have you callin’ me that.” He can’t stand to hear it, something about hearing her say his name like a title feeling so goddamn wrong.

[allurilove]

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

[brookediamonds]

let your arms invite me, for who knows when we'll meet again this way | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

summary: based off this request

Word count: 3.4k Warnings: mentions of violence, drugs (a little), fluff

gif is not mine

"Do you mind?" You whine, gently shoving your brother away from you as the two of you line up for the captain's photos.

"Can't I be close to you?" Robby teases you moving to wrap an arm around your shoulder making you growl in frustration.

"I'm gonna break your arm, you annoying gremlin," you spat shrugging his arm off. You hear a snort from behind you, making you spare a glance to your right.

The boy who made the noise makes quick eye contact with you before focusing on the camera man ahead of you.

What a cutie

The photographer shoots a few pictures before dismissing the teams. As you make way back towards your group, you see the strongly built boy that stood behind you walk past you, turning his head back to give you one last look before walking out of the building with his teammates.

"Earth to (Y/n)," Robby's hand waves in front of your face making you smack it out of the way.

"I'm listening," you fought pretending to know what he just said when you were actually checking out the tall drink of water that just left.

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You learn he's apart of The Iron Dragons, a team that is randomly drawn along with Cobra Kai to fight with during Captain's War.

Unfortunately as you were paired up to fight with Tory, your brother is distracted and gets knocked down easily eliminating your team out.

As you and your dojo line up along the mat, you watch as Cobra Kai is dominated by the green team within just a few seconds.

You're unable to hide the impressed expression among your face, his eyes meeting yours across the mat. There's a small smirk playing on his lips when he catches you looking at him.

Breaking eye contact first, you shake off the feeling of intrigue, knowing you needed to focus on what was next.

You luckily win the next event of one-on-one against the Dublin team, and score more points for the team when you win your match during the Bo staff competition.

"Point, (Y/n) Lawrence! Miyagi-Do wins!" The ref holds your hand up signifying your win.

You see the familiar green gi standing across from you, arms crossed as he watched you. You can't read his face very well, but before you can do anything your team envelopes you proud at your accomplishments.

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After losing one of the events later in the day, your team stood back with the others watching the first match of the platform fight.

It's like clockwork watching The Iron Dragons captain's fight, they were an unbeatable team. A feeling of want bubbles up inside your stomach as the male captain pounds against his chest, yelling proudly they had won their match

"Was this dude made in a lab?" Hawk asks almost disgusted making you frown.

"He's like a mix between the Winter Soldier and Frankenstein's monster," Demetri adds in.

"Don't call him a monster," Sam interjects. "You don't know him or what he deals with."

Your eyes soften at the girl next to you, looking back up at the tall boy on the platform. He glances down at you and sees your soften expression making him look away.

It was time for Miyagi-Do to go against Dublin Thunder.

Your dad suggests the captain's first, you and Robby, starting off strong.

You're able to keep up with other team, again, Robby is distracted and knocked off.

"Think you're so tough? Well I'll show you tough, bitch," a blonde girl challenges you making you scoff. She's quick to come at you, but after learning Sam's defense, you're able to keep up.

"Don't mess with me, bitch," you spat back at her before catching her hands, and jumping up to use both feet to kick her off the platform.

Your other teammates do their best to protect you, and even sacrifice themselves, but almost everyone is gone when Miguel joins you.

There's one guy and the captain from the other team left, evening out the floor.

As you wait for the male captain to come to you, he laughs in your face mocking the fact that, you a girl, thought you could handle him.

Shutting him up, you take the opportunity to kick him in the face, knocking him off the podium immediately making the crowd around you cheer.

Turning to Miguel, he's just sent the last Dublin Thunder member flying back off the platform, the announcer making it known Miyagi-Do had won and was staying another day.

As you and Miguel jumped with excitement, he moved away from you and pretended to bow down to you. You laughed, pushing him away, your team gathering on to the podium with you guys.

Looking for your dad, you spot him sending him the bow of respect which he returned, and sent you a raised fist.

You see the male captain from the Iron Dragons staring at you, so you take the chance and shoot him a playful wink, making his eyes go wide at your bold gesture.

Maybe he was interested, maybe he wasn't, all you knew was, you didn't want to wait too long before you left Barcelona without knowing for sure.

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After Miguel and your dad receive bad news of Carmen being in the hospital, they take off back to California, leaving a spot open on your team.

"The guys want to go out, are you up for it?" Sam asks as the two of you lay in your beds completely wiped from the day.

You toss in your spot, debating the idea. It could be fun, you could drink, let loose for the night. But you were also exhausted and wanted to lay here for eternity.

"Maybe it'll help Robby loosen up," your friend suggest making you think again.

"True," you agreed. Your brother needed to get his mind off Tory, perhaps dragging him out and having fun could help just a little.

You were your father's daughter after all.

Throwing the covers off your body, you walk over to your suitcase and pull out a cute outfit to wear. You decided on some torn jean shorts, and a red off the shoulder sweater with a white tank top underneath.

"So I kind of saw something earlier," Sam comes to sit next to you as you curled your lashes in the mirror. She wore a guilty expression, her shoulders sunken down.

"What was it?" You inquire giving her your undivided attention. You knew something was eating at her this evening by the way she was silent and watching the tv but not actually paying attention.

She sighs giving you a look of remorse.

"I saw that captain from the Iron Dragons get hit by his sensei," she unloads. "And not like a sparring hit, he full on smacked him repeatedly to prove a point."

You're taken aback at her witnessing, realizing why she was defending him earlier when Hawk and Demetri were so quick to judge him.

"Oh my god," you whisper. "I can't imagine what he goes through back home."

"He looked so helpless, (Y/n), he's this big strong guy out on the mat but inside..." Sam shakes her head not being able to get the image of the scene from earlier out of her head.

You're at a loss for words, knowing what it was like to be beaten for your mistakes. It was a time you didn't like thinking about.

"I'm glad Robby was able to pull you out of Cobra Kai when he did," she says out of thoughtfulness.

"The broken knuckle really did the trick," you say lightly even though the situation was heavy.

Silver and master Kim favored you being Johnny Lawrence's daughter and that came with a territory. It meant going through extraordinary measures so you could be the best.

"Sorry," Sam apologizes seeing your saddened state. "Let's finish getting ready, the boys are waiting."

You smile faintly, turning back to the mirror to finish applying your mascara. As you leaned in towards your reflection, the pink raised scar just above your cheek, below your left eye, suddenly looked so bright reminding you of just a few months ago.

Much like your brother, you spoke your mind and Silver didn't like it. It lead to being backhanded across the face on a few occasions. You were at rock bottom when you smashed your fist into the rock behind master Kim leading you to a broken knuckle.

Concealer only covered the old wound so much, you pretty much left it uncovered because what was the use?

Swiping on the black liquid over your eyelashes, you and Sam finish getting ready while listening to music and waiting for the guys to come by the room.

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"This is lame," you pouted glumly, twirling your red straw around the rim of your glass of coke. "Should we look for some weed?"

"When the hell have you ever done weed?" Your brother narrows his eyes at you.

“You don’t know me and what I do when I’m not around you,” you provoke the dirty blonde next to you.

Sam looks over at you amused between you and your brother’s banter.

“You would have called me the minute you got stoned, your light weight ass called me after two beers crying because you had the spins,” Robby retorts.

“I don’t recall,” you blink. Standing up from the table, you grab your phone slipping it in your back pocket. “I’m gonna go for a walk, maybe score some crack.”

“Alright cracky, we’ll be here,” your brother says averting his attention to the girl who just sauntered into the bar. It was Tory.

You motion for Sam to call you incase anything happens, to which she nods in agreement.

Trailing down the sidewalk, you see the entrance to the beach making you giddy inside. You loved the sound of the crashing waves, the moon shining over the dark water.

As you walk closer to the water, you see a familiar face practicing a kata routine, sending a wave of nerves through your system. This was your moment.

“Nice moves,” you spoke, slowly approaching the shirtless boy who froze at the sight of you.

“T-Thank you,” he stutters out, his low accent sending butterflies through your stomach. You’d listen to anything he had to say if it meant getting to hear him talk again.

“I’m (Y/n),” you introduce yourself while squatting down to sit on the light grainy surface beneath you.

“Axel,” he responds finally giving you a name to the face. Axel. It was unique. He turns to pick up his shirt and jacket, a trail of bruises lining up along his back making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Those must hurt,” you say making him stand up straight. “The back takes awhile to heal.”

“From Bo staff competition,” he attempts to graze over the subject avoiding your eyes.

“No they’re not,” you respond softly. “I watched you knock down that kid from Panthre team in three strikes.”

“I- uh- should probably go, I am not supposed to speak to opponent,” Axel attempts to escape the conversation only for you to push back.

Looking around your scenery dramatically, you say, “I don’t see any referees around here.”

Axel can’t help but crack a smile at your silliness, making you feel warm inside.

“You are funny,” he says taking a few steps closer to you.

“Funny enough to make you stay and talk to me?” You purpose glancing up at him with your batting lashes.

He chuckles, taking a seat on the ground next to you.

“My sensei wants me to be the best,” he says referring back to your earlier conversation. “It is because of him, I never lose.”

You watch the ocean water slowly trickle near you, barely missing the tip of your feet by a few inches.

"Discipline doesn't mean abuse your students," you explain lightly. "I used to think getting hit meant I was held to higher standard."

"What does it mean then?" Axel questions curiously. You feel him staring at the side of your face, waiting patiently for your response.

"It means we're their only outlet for control," you answer simply. "And as far as I'm concerned, I'm no one's puppet."

You begin to trace circles in the sand beneath you, aware the boy was still gazing over you.

"Is...Is that how you got this?" He reaches over, gently running his pointer finger over the faded scar below your eye. His touch left tingles on your face.

You nod unable to verbally confirm his suspicion, his hand dropping back to his side.

"The boys back home love it," you joke sarcastically attempting to lighten the mood. Axel gives you a lopsided smile, appreciating your humor somehow being able to mix in with the heavy topic.

"Your male captain, is that your boyfriend?" He asks catching you by surprise. You let out a 'pfft' finding his question absolutely hilarious.

"Absolutely not," you giggled. "He's my brother."

"Oh, makes sense," he laughs with you. You take a moment to look at him, really look at him, and admire his pretty physique.

The way his eyes were light blue like the ocean across from you, but held a shade of sea green in them with a speck of yellow, you could stare into those orbs for a lifetime.

"You have pretty eyes," you say so effortlessly making him do a double take at you. You were so confident, not only with your words, but with the way you carried yourself and the way you go into a fight.

The tip of his nose turns red along with his cheeks, his eyes flickering between you and his shoes.

"Thank you. You are so pretty, it makes me nervous," he admits shyly. Scooting closer to him, you lean your head to lay on his shoulder, and at first he freezes never been in a situation like this before with a girl.

But when he breathes in your floral shampoo, he can't help but let his guard down and relax beneath your position.

"If it's any consolation. I think you're pretty too," you tease him. "I was afraid we'd never talk before this tournament ends."

Axel barks a laugh at your choice of words, 'pretty?' That was new.

"We always seem to find each other," he says glancing down at you. "Tournament, mat..."

You look up at him, his pupils dilated with desire making your heart race. Feeling the tension of intensity between you, you notice his jaw tightening, lips parted slightly.

"The beach," you whisper, your eyes trailing down to his pink lips.

You turned to look at him first, you winked at him, you came up to him, you had the upper hand. He wanted to be the one to initiate the kiss first.

Slowly, deliberately, Axel leans in. His face inches towards yours, and the warmth of his breath hitting you. He hesitates just before your lips meet, your heart feeling like it's going to explode.

You suddenly feel his hand envelop your cheek, his thumb lightly running across the faded scar, letting you know you were safe.

Then, gently, his lips press against yours, tentative at first, as if testing the waters, before deepening the kiss, each movement slow and deliberate, a soft surrender to the moment you've both been waiting for.

You can't help but smile into the kiss, the electrifying and sparkling feeling running through your limbs, you could jump up and sprint circles around the beach because of the spark you felt.

"Wow," Axel breathes out, his mind spinning from the consumption of your lips. You let out a soft chuckle, pressing your forehead to his.

"Indeed," you agreed playfully. It feels like the world around you has ceased to exist and the two of you relinquish in this sweet moment, completely captivated by one another.

You lean in again to reconnect your buzzing lips, never wanting to return to what waited for you beyond the sand.

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The next day, you're still high on the feeling from last night's interactions with Axel.

"I feel like crap," Robby groaned with his face in his hands as you, Sam, and him ate breakfast together in the hotel buffet.

"I feel great!" You chirped taking a bite out of your piece of bacon.

"Don't yell," he hushed you glaring at your cheerful state. You roll your eyes, reaching into your jean pocket to pull out two pills of Aleve, smacking them down on the table for your hungover brother.

"I didn't even hear you come in last night," Sam says her blue eyes averting to yours as she took a sip of her orange juice.

Glancing down at your plate, you began to cut up your waffles trying to come up with an excuse. You knew you could tell Sam with no judgment, but your brother on the other hand...

"Well you know when I go on a beach, my shell hunting instincts kick in and once I get started on that," you smoothly respond.

Your curly hair friend nods knowing you loved your shells, and that in fact is a whole ordeal.

"I'm pretty full," you say after finishing off your glass of milk. "I'll meet you back in the room."

Robby is taking the medication, shuddering at the gulp he takes.

"So much for being a light weight," you jab at him.

"Whatever, weirdo," he shakes his head beginning to dig into his scrambled eggs.

You roll your eyes and grab your plate to place in a trash bin, and head back to the elevators. As you opened your phone feed to scroll through your latest feed, you're suddenly pulled away from your trail, causing you to yelp.

Axel tugged you in close to his chest, tucking you two into a secluded corner.

"Good morning to you too," you grin widely, laying your hands against his firm chest. He's gazing down at you no longer feeling vulnerable, but comfortable with you.

"Morning," he hums nuzzling his nose against yours sending your heart fluttering. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your old wound upon your cheek first, then grazes his lips with your own.

"I have not stopped thinking about you," Axel murmurs against your mouth making your heart feel full.

"What the hell?"

You whip your head around seeing your brother standing a few feet away from you, staring back at you in disbelief.

"Robby, please," you scoff letting go of the boy you were holding on to.

"You're kidding me right?" The green eyed boy motions to the slavic boy behind you. "He's our biggest rival, you can't be with the competition."

Your jaw fell open at the hypocrisy his advice, making your blood boil.

"Back off Robby, you don't want to go there," you threaten him.

"No, let's go," he says reaching out for your hand, practically taking your arm off. Axel is quick to grab your other free hand, pulling you back towards him.

"Let go of me!" You shout planting your feet in place making both boys release their grip from you.

"Not you," you glance back at the boy you were kissing a minute ago, holding your hand out for him which he takes immediately. Robby rubs a hand over his face letting out a frustrated sigh.

"I don't know what your deal is, but get it together," you seethe almost embarrassed at the whole situation at hand. You'd be lucky if Axel gave you a second look after this.

Your brother glares up at Axel, flaring his nostrils, and making a fist with both hands.

"If I find out you're messing with her, or playing some kind of cruel joke just for the benefit of this tournament," Robby inches closer to quiet boy next to you, his voice lowering to a threatening tone. "I will beat your ass into the ground."

"Jesus, Robby," you mutter feeling the flush creeping up your neck as Axel shifts uncomfortably beside you, clearly caught off guard by Robby’s sudden outburst.

You give him a quick, apologetic glance before turning back to your brother, your voice softer but still trying to get through to him. "I’m fine, okay?"

Your sibling nods, gazing over at Axel one last time before walking off into the opposite direction.

"I am so sorry," you sputter out profusely. "He's going through something right now and-"

"It is okay," Axel reassures you, placing his hands on your shoulder. "He is protecting you."

"He's annoying," you give him a sarcastic smile making him chuckle. He runs his hands down your arms, lacing his fingers through yours.

"I am on my way to get some breakfast, care to join me?" He asks thoughtfully. Even though you were full on waffles and bacon, you weren't gonna pass up the opportunity to spend more time with him.

After all, there was a fruit and açaí bar you skipped out on.

"I'd love to," you smile up at him. Stepping on your tippy toes, you stretch your neck up and press your lips to his tenderly.

You didn't know where this was going, or what it may lead to, but you could enjoy this time with this beautiful boy for now.

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(a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄hope y'all are enjoying your holidays, sorry this was kind of long. Next thing I write will be a non-request, can't wait for you all to read it!)

[madridfangirl]

Couple Intimacy Quiz

(Jude Bellingham blurb. 2.3k words. Mature language)

Jude and Ananya were laying in bed, naked, after some erotic yet exhausting morning sex. Her head in the crook of his neck, one arm & leg over his body while his arm was draped around her shoulders. One thing led to another and they decided to take a couple intimacy quiz. Brahim had mentioned one to Jude some time back and Jude had been curious ever since. He googled the most popular one and handed over the phone to Ananya.

‘You read the questions.’

She had been intrigued (& slightly embarrassed) by the idea of such a quiz. He thought it would be fun to watch her process the questions and read them out loud. The pink in her cheeks a welcome gift. Jude shifted them so they were on their sides, facing each other. 

Ananya clicked on the link and started going through the questions, very aware of his firm gaze on her and his warm, large palm stroking her bare waist. 

‘First question. How often do you have sex?’

‘Does it mean number of days or should we include number of times also on those days? Or the number of orgasms every time or what?’

Ananya rolled her eyes.

‘It’s not meant to be so technical. Just the number of days is fine.’

He smiled.

‘A few times per week, yeah?’

‘Yeah.’

Jude took her to bed pretty much every time their schedules allowed them to be together, unless there were some extenuating circumstances. And like he had insinuated, it was never just one time in those sessions, unless one of them was tired from work.

It had been almost 4 months of their relationship and the passion had only increased. 

‘Next question. Do you daydream about your partner?’

‘You go first.’

She played with the strands of her hair absentmindedly, something he always found cute. 

‘I mean, yeah.’

‘Tell me an instance.’

‘Like, when I am watching your match. Or some….training pics.’

‘But you can see me then. Do you think of me in a completely unrelated manner, out of nowhere?’

The hair playing became more vigorous, making him smile.

‘Umm when I’m in the shower sometimes, I can…’

‘Yes?’

‘….I can almost feel your gaze and your hands on me.’

His smile widened, and he leaned over to brush his lips against hers, lingering there.

‘Do you touch yourself then? Imagining it to be me?’

‘…..sometimes….’

‘Will you let me watch when we shower together next?’

She nodded slowly, lifting her eyes to watch his keenly hopeful ones. Earning herself another slow kiss. 

‘Once I was in a pool recovery session with the national team. And an Elvis song was playing in the back, which just reminded me of Valentine’s Day.’

He didn’t need to say more. She had made an Elvis playlist for him on Valentine’s Day. Wore his favourite lace lingerie. And it was the first time she had tended to him with her hands. Jude had held his breath when her tentative hands started to go lower, into his briefs, and he had discarded the garment quickly to give her better access, throwing his head back in pleasure.

‘It was that song again. And my mind just went to that night. Fucking hell I was with the lads, with fucking cameras on. Last thing I needed was for anyone to wonder why I was hard around half-naked lads.’

She giggled, visualising the scene.

‘Fine, laugh away. But it could have been a genuine PR meltdown.’

‘Sorry I torment you such!’

‘You should be.’

‘What did you do then?’

‘Waited for everyone to leave, then lunged for a towel.’

She giggled harder. But then he reminded her it was the same day he had called her from the hotel, while she was at work, and made her stay on the line while he took care of his need. She had to lock herself in a washroom and stay there for a while after.

The giggles paused, leading to an onset of blush, as she avoided his eyes. But he found hers & she quickly skipped to the next question.

‘Third one. Are you vocal during intimacy?’

‘Well, I am.’

Jude was a talker. During both foreplay and sex. His words would go from sickly sweet to downright filthy to everything in between. Assaulting all her senses.

‘I am too. Just….not with words.’

‘Love the noises you make for me.’

She shrugged lightly, and he caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.

‘Would love to hear your words too, babe. You’d be so hot.’

‘I…it’s just…am not coherent when you….touch me like that…’

From the way his lips split into a grin against her jaw, she could tell he liked that response.

‘Next one. Do you feel comfortable when you’re naked in front of your partner?’

‘I do. Took you a while to get there.’

‘Yeah, no shit. You flash people in the middle of the stadium. And walk around naked in your dressing room. Of course you are comfortable with nudity.’

‘Nudity? Flashing? Just coz all my responses are an easy yes you don’t have to attack me.’

He stated matter of factly, but with a smirk, to soften the blow. It did the reverse.

‘This quiz is rigged. You’ve picked it on purpose.’

‘Yeah? You pick another one then.’

‘Am not playing.’

She tried to turn away from him but he grabbed her just in time, cooing into her ear, stroking her hair.

‘Heyy dove, what happened suddenly?’

When she didn’t respond, he rubbed his cheek against hers.

‘Remember how it was in the beginning? Took me forever to even have you the first time. Look how far we’ve come since then.’

It was true. Their intimacy touched new levels each passing day. But it bugged her that the physical part of intimacy didn’t come as easily or naturally to her as it did to him. Her forte was emotional intimacy, something he was growing into. Something she could kick his butt in. Why wasn’t there a quiz on that? She’d find one the next time.

‘I guess, yeah.’

‘Let’s continue?’

‘Uh-huh. Next one. Sexting and who initiates it?’

She rolled her eyes loudly, and he smirked again. What were these questions? The universe was seriously conspiring against her.

‘Love it. And I’m kinda the gold standard there.’

Kings of England would not have had cockiness like his.

‘Ofcourse.’

‘But you knocked it out of the park that one time. Easily my fav one.’

His hands slowly stroked down her bare back, as they both thought about that evening.

Roma’s boyfriend Chris was visiting & Ananya had not expected them to be this loud. And this obvious - the two had been locked inside their room for like a day & a half straight.

It did something to Ananya. Made her long for her boyfriend’s touch. And she was ovulating, which made her a desperate mess. She knew Jude was at a shoot, and his mother was with him for crying out loud. But a demon had taken over her senses. She had become a slave to the needs of the flesh.

Jude had been stunned when he checked her message.

‘Need you to come fuck me RIGHT NOW.’

He was surrounded by people on set & couldn’t even call immediately. 

‘Babe, what? You ok? Is this you? I’m on set.’

She took the shortest route to convince him. By sending him a nude. For the first time. Didn’t even feel any inhibition coz of how horny she was. 

His jaw dropped, and drool came out of it. But then he saw the message underneath.

‘Wanna have some? Or should I ask Chris to help a girl out - don’t think he’d mind, he likes me.’

The mad fit of arousal & rage made Jude’s head spin. The brattiness was new, infuriating, and Jude was going to nip it in the bud. He’d make her regret those words deeply, for putting that image in his mind.

‘Gonna ruin you. 25 mins. Stay there. DON’T DO ANYTHING STUPID.’

She was in no mood to back down. 

‘Let’s see who ruins whom.’

Jude had reached in 23 mins & found her on her bed. Naked. Legs spread open. Sucking on her fingers. Drunk on tequila. 

He tied her hands to the bedpost, flipped her over on her knees, smacking her ass hard. Revelling in her shocked gasps.

‘Jude please can we…’

A particularly harsh spank shut her up. The sting almost bringing tears to her eyes.

‘If I hear a word other than my name or our safe word, you’d regret the day you were born.’

His threatening growl delivered the message. And Ananya realised she had poked the tiger to a point of no return. 

‘You wanted to know how I fucked the other girls, yeah? Stuff I didn’t do with you? You’ll see now.’

She whimpered as he fisted his hands in her hair, pulling her up and thrusted inside from behind without preparing her much.

It was tough to take him with preparation. Now it was 5 times harder. Her lower body stung with the harsh intrusion, thighs shaking around him. But his hold was strong & relentless. Giving her 5 seconds to adjust, he thrusted again. With force. Making her cry out.

‘Your body is MINE. How dare you even mentioned another man? WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO DO THAT?’

Jude made good on his promise that night. Ruining her mercilessly. Endlessly. Her screams filling the room. Hours later, she had to use the safe word, after some unbearable pounding.

Once he calmed down, he got back into his boyfriend mode, taking care of her, carrying her cramped body to the washroom. Boy, did she need tending to, and he did all of it, after making her profusely apologetic for her brattiness. 

It was one of Jude’s top 5 nights with her. The sounds she made were catalogued in his head forever.

Ananya jumped a little when Jude leaned over to kiss her temple, bringing her out of her memories. The flush on her cheeks spreading to her chest now.

He took the phone which was discarded on the bed somewhere to do the rest of the questions.

‘Fav body part of your partner - other than the two obvious ones. You first babe.’

It was impossible to answer. She loved so many parts of him. His height, his broad shoulders, his caked butt, large hands, meaty thighs, perky tits, chiseled torso, defined back, and his face. Everything on his face. How could she pick one? It was all of the above.

He smiled when she said it out loud. The authenticity in her voice making him preen.

‘Same for me.’

‘Liar.’

He smirked at being caught.

‘Your eyes.’

‘Right. Stop playing it safe, it's not a trick question. Boobs or ass?’

‘Why not your mouth? I love your mouth.’

‘Yeah..I mean…whichever. So which one is it?’

He reached under the blanket to cup her boobs in response.

‘These babies. Coz you’re more sensitive here. But your mouth is a close second.’

His hands played with her nubs, grazing & pinching softly, making her bite back a few moans. His eyes never left her face.

Grudgingly, he let go & went back to the phone. She opened her eyes in part-surprise.

‘A fetish of your partner that you like? Ooh this is interesting.’

Jude tapped his lips dramatically, thinking for a few seconds, then gave an enthusiastic nod.

‘Your special obsession with my thighs and ass.’

‘Well they are very juicy & meaty. So biteable.’

‘I can think of another thing juicier & meatier for your sweet mouth.’

‘You wish.’

‘Oh I wish it all the time.’

‘Win the Champions League & that would be your reward.’

‘You’re cruel you know that?’

‘Aww poor baby. Such first world problems.’

‘I promise you’d do it sooner. You’re gonna want to. You’re already curious, I know that.’

‘Next question, Jude.’

‘Don’t deprive yourself babe, lemme make you taste heaven.’

‘Next question, you idiot!’

‘FINE. Do you engage in role-play?’

They did. He had cajoled her into trying. The first role-play they did was the re-enactment of their first date, which ended in him taking her on the kitchen counter. Since then, they had tried many other scenarios. 

‘Tell me your fav one.’

She sunk into the pillow, coz her choice was embarrassing. Jude could tell the answer would be juicy. His hand slid to her lower back, stroking her slowly, the warm sensation seeping into her bones, making her sigh deeply.

‘C’mon baby. I wanna know.’

‘It’s…I….’

‘Please, love?’

She shut her eyes in defeat.

‘When you were the debt collector, and I was the defaulting college student.’

Ananya hid further into the pillow, face warm & red. A sight for his sore eyes. Flashes from the night swirled in both their minds.

‘Like the submission & manhandling, don’t you?’

She whimpered when he grabbed the back of her neck, kissing under her jawline, tracing the length of it with his tongue.

‘And the roughness, yeah?’

He bit her pulse point decisively, then pulled the blanket down, leaving her bare to his hungry eyes.

‘I’ve corrupted my dove, haven’t I?’

‘Y-yes. A little.’

‘Maybe you were always like this. And I just brought it out, yeah?’

‘I..I don’t know.’

His mouth on her upper body and his hands on her lower body were making her lose her senses again. She was sore from this morning, and from last night, but stopping him never crossed her mind. Resting him was not her forte, something he knew & exploited. 

Jude rolled on top of her, pinning her hands over her head.

‘What about the rest of the quiz?’

He dove into her cleavage, using his mouth with practiced ease & precision while she squirmed under him.

‘Loved the quiz. But this is more fun right now.’

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Needed some fictional Jude to restore order to my world. So whipped this one up.

Hope you like it, and hope it helps you recover :)

[atleastpleasetelephone]

Elvis who absolutely just loves eating readers pussy and fingering her and can't get enough and whines everytime he can't have it. Sorry if this isn't good it's my first request lol

A/N: I got another similar request so I've grouped these together. I thought 1950s E was best for this one.

Picture You

Pairing: 1950s!E x reader

Word count: 840

TWs: Public sex, Elvis is pussy-eating-obsessed, kind of exhibitionism, dirty photos, smut.

“Whaddya mean, no?” Elvis is looking at you with big, puppy dog eyes and his voice is particularly whiny. 

“The opposite of yes, El.”

“But why?”

“Because we’re going out with my friends in five minutes, and I know you’re good, but you’re not that good.”

Elvis humphs. “‘S’not fair, honey.”

“It is too. You ate me out last night and this morning.”

“But y’look so pretty in this dress…” he weedles, fingering the fabric. 

“You just wait until tonight,” you try to tell him, but suddenly he’s on his knees and pushing his head under your skirt. “ELVIS!” You squeal, backing away while his fingers do their best to get into your panties. 

“Honey…” he pleads, following you on his knees, head still under your skirt. 

You’re in the process of pushing his head away from your thighs when you both hear Gladys shouting up the stairs. Your friends have arrived. 

***

You spend the day around Beale Street, drinking ice cream floats and listening to the live music in the bars there, since you turned 21 last week so now you’re allowed in. Elvis loves every minute of it, and insists that you come back after dinner to see when things really get wild. You nod and giggle, cuddling up to him in a corner for a while. Some time in the late afternoon the pair of you come across a photobooth. None of your other friends are interested, saying they’ll meet you back at A Schwab for more floats, so you get in together, laughing and giggling. As you fiddle with the settings, trying to make sure your chair is in the right place, Elvis has an idea. He gets down on his knees between your legs, pushing his head under your skirt again. You squeak. 

“Elvis!” Your heart is beating quickly and you’re flushed. It might be a booth but it’s still kind of public. The curtain doesn’t quite touch the floor, for a start. 

“Let me, honey. Wanna photo of that lovely face ya make when ya cum for me.”

You squeak again. “Elvis! People might see!” 

“Cum quickly then.”

He pulls your panties to the side and starts to lick your clit furiously, feeling it harden under his tongue. You moan softly, looking down at the bulge his head has created under your skirt. The boy has a problem. You were the first girl he’d ever licked, down there, and it had gone from something that disgusted him to a full-on addiction in a matter of days. He wanted your pussy all the time, to lick and finger until he made you scream. You’d had sex once or twice, but this was his preferred method of getting you off, and it seemed to make him crazy too. More than once he’d cum in his pants, or against the mattress as he lay on the bed with his head between your legs. You kept trying to tell him to wear underpants so he’d stop ruining his slacks, but he wouldn’t listen. 

His long middle finger slips inside you and curls to hit the perfect spot. You let out a shuddering moan and hit the button to take the photos. Sucking on your clit now, he slips another finger inside and pumps them quickly, knowing what will get you there. The camera flashes once, twice, and then you feel the tide of your orgasm wash over you and murmur his name. Two more flashes and he licks you through it, kitten licks to your sensitive clit that almost make you yelp. 

“Come on!” Someone yells from outside. You freeze. There hadn’t been anyone else around when you’d come in, but now there must be a line. 

You sit up and mumble something to Elvis about getting out, and he emerges from your skirt, hair ruffled and lips glossy with your arousal. He grins, sheepishly. 

“Can’t wait to see the photos, baby,” he murmurs, as you try to get him to stand up so you can both leave. “Think I might haveta go home now though.”

Tugging on his wrist, you turn back to look at his face questioning. ‘Why, El?”

He giggles, pressing his lips to your ear as he follows you out of the photobooth. 

“Made a mess in my pants.”

You blush as you pull him behind you, waiting outside for the photos to come out as the girls waiting tut and look at you like they know exactly what you’ve been getting up to in there. 

“El! What did I tell you about wearing underpants?” You whisper, shame making your face even redder. 

He wraps his arms around your waist, hiding his crotch from view. “Sorry, honey.”

“Won’t let you have it any more if you don’t wear some,” you tell him, as the photos drop into the slot. 

He whines into your neck. “But honey, I need it.”

“Then get your mama to buy you some underpants,” you chide, picking the photos up and pushing them into your purse. “No underpants, no pussy.”

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[mysunshinetemptress]

In The Moonlight

Leah Williamson x singer!reader warnings: None except shitty writing, fluff

A grin stretched across your face, wide enough to rival the jet lag currently waging war in your head. Two world tours back to back had been a whirlwind, exhilarating and exhausting in equal measure, Social media detox was the doctor's orders, a chance to reconnect with the real world however it was about to get a small pause with the absurdity of the TikTok trend.

Here you were, the hottest pop star on the planet, about to participate in a goofy social media challenge inspired by a goofy song from a sitcom.

You had stumbled upon a hilarious trend, people were reenacting the iconic scene from Modern Family where Dylan serenades Haley with his...interestingly phrased song, "In the Moonlight (Do Me)," and passing it off as their own in front of their family and friends. Laughter bubbled up in your chest as you watched one particularly enthusiastic boy singing the suggestive lyrics much to his parent's disgust and surprise.

"Right," you declared, voice thick with amusement, as you spoke into the phone"I'm breaking my social media blackout for this because I can't help but take part in this trend."

With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you grabbed your phone heading to the living room where Leah and a few of your family and friends have gathered for the barbecue. "hey guys can I have your attention for a quick second, please..I know I'm supposed to be on a break but, I can't get this new song out of my head and I need your opinion on it, I actually think it might work for a single."

A collective groan went up from the assembled group. They knew your "work" mode well, and it usually involved long nights in the studio, not impromptu living room performances. But Leah, ever the supportive girlfriend, flashed a smile.

"Alright, Elvis," she said, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Hit us with this 'new song.'"

Taking a dramatic breath, you check the tuning of your guitar, "It's eh, well you all know who it's about, the same person as all my other songs..it's called In the Moonlight"

The first strum of your guitar sent a hush over the room. They expected the usual pop magic, the infectious energy that had propelled you to superstardom. Instead, your voice crooned out the opening lines of Dylan's "song" with a hilariously exaggerated earnestness.

"The stars are falling from the sky, and you're the reason why. The moon is shining on your face, and I think it's found its place."

Laughter erupted as you finished the first verse, shattering the stunned silence. Your face turned crimson, but you held your pose, trying to maintain a serious expression as you began the chorus.

"Cause maybe, baby, I just want to do you, do you, do you want to do me, do me, underneath the moonlight, moonlight."

Your friends began to laugh silently as Leah's parents and your parents looked on horrified.

"And now we're hiding in my car, I let you see my scars, escape the dark for just one night, your heart makes me explode with light."

Leah snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. Your family exchanged bewildered glances.

"Baby, maybe, Maybe I will steal you, steal you just so I can feel you, feel you, maybe that will heal you, heal you on the inside."

The last note of your "song" died down, replaced by the deafening sound of crickets...or at least, it felt that way. Your family and friends stared at you, mouths agape, the only sound a choked cough from Leah's dad.

The tension broke as Leah doubled over, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my god," she gasped between laughs, "that was amazing! You had them fooled for a good minute there!"

Slowly, the rest of the room caught on. Laughter erupted, first in hesitant chuckles, then in full-blown roars. Even Leah's parents faces still flushed with surprise, couldn't help but crack a smile.

Your parents, still trying to process the experience, shot you a look that mingled amusement with a hint of disapproval. "Honey," your mom began cautiously, "that wasn't exactly...subtle, was it?"

You grinned sheepishly. "Maybe not," you admitted. "But you gotta admit, the reactions were priceless!"

Leah walked over, shaking her head and trying to hide a smile. "You're a menace," she said, giving you a playful shove.

You posted the video a short while later breaking the internet once again. The next morning, your phone was buzzing with notifications. Fans everywhere were recreating your video. You were trending again only this time not because of your tour.

Leah smiled hugging you from behind the next morning "You know I love you and all the wonderful songs you write about me, us, our relationship, but please promise me you will never write anything like that."

Leah smiled hugging you from behind the next morning "You know I love you and all the wonderful songs you write about me, us, and our relationship, but please promise me you will never write anything like that." You laughed turning in her arms "I love you too much to write a song just about your body and my wants for it, no I'll write about you, your soul and sometimes when I feel extra fruity then I'll write about your body and my wants for it no my needs for it."

Leah pulled you in closer kissing you softly "And I'll be your number one listener."

[artist-issues]

It sounds like Stitch but it just doesn’t have the Stitchiness of Stitch. His mouth is too small. His nose is too small and too low down.

His ears are too furry. There’s too much teddy-bear-bunny, not enough insect-shark.

His ears should look almost-translucent, with fine fuzz, like bat ears! His nose should look stamped onto his face with gigantic nostrils, like a bulldog’s. His eyes should look bigger and blanker.

His mouth should make you think shark, like his whole head is resting on the hinge of his jaw. And the fur around his eyes should be much thinner and more peach fuzz like so that you can see the wrinkles in his flesh when he squints or makes snarly faces.

Why

Why is that so hard

he’s not cutesy and only-pretending-to-be-fierce. he’s not a kitten. He’s not made to appeal to the Minions and Toothless-but-only-Toothless-in-HTTYD-3 crowd.

There are NO BLACK LIPS. He’s not a dog. There are NO CAT-MUZZLE-UPPER-LIP-MUSCLES. He’s not a kitty. OR a bunny. Why are those two-front-teeth so so much smaller than the rest of his teeth? Why are all of the teeth so small??

Don’t you guys understand why he’s supposed to look more than just cute-but-acting-naughty?

He has to be able to look convincingly disgusting, and genuinely fearsome.

Look how whip-thin his eyes and eyebrows are. Look at how, like a snake mid-eat, you can see some of Pleakley’s head swelling Stitch’s throat. It is important that he look like a monster when he needs to because he is a monster.

If Stitch doesn’t look like the kind of small monster that can take big disgusting bites out of you, with jerky, spider-like movements and tiger-scrunched eyes then the whole emotional weight of the movie looks flimsy. We’ll forgive a cat for scratching us and giving us cat-scratch fever because it’s cute. If Stitch looks too cute, then the human brain goes, yeah, he pushed that little girl down and laughed at her pain, but look at his wittle face, he’s a babydoll, who could stay mad at him

We can easily see why Lilo puts up with him.

When the point is, we shouldn’t be able to see why Lilo puts up with him—not in and of himself. Stitch does nothing to deserve Lilo’s love, including being cute— actually, he’s gross and unsettling. He’s not even cute enough to want around as a snuggle-buddy. He’s certainly not cute enough to look unthreatening. Nobody in the movie runs up and asks to pet him. Nobody even looks like they want to. He’s not appealing in that way. The dogcatcher screams at him on sight. The tourists just stare when he walks up dressed as Elvis. Her friends immediately think he’s the ugliest thing in the world and don’t want him anywhere near them. David is sure it’s not a dog. Even the aliens in an intergalactic council find him not-appealing, on sight. They take him, as a threat, seriously, even before Jumba lists his powers.

All of that is not because Stitch really looks outrageously ugly.

⬆️ THAT is ugly. Can we all agree? That’s ugly. Whereas this:

Less ugly. Obviously I know that. But there are a couple things about Stitch that are not traditionally appealing, when the filmmakers could have made him traditionally appealing. If they wanted his nose to look muzzle-y, they could’ve. If they wanted his spine to bend at the hips like a human toddler’s they could’ve. If they wanted his mouth smaller and more cartoon-y, with kitty-cat lips, they could have done that. They chose to do the slightly more ugly thing instead. He’s still appealing. But he can look and be convincingly threatening, unattractive, and disgusting when he needs to be for the story.

The cuteness was a by-product. It was an artfully-done side. It was not the main course of what he’s supposed to look like. Again I say to you—he is not your Minions-loving Facebook Mom’s bumper sticker. He is supposed to walk the line between most-disgusting-pet-you-could-have and Gremlin-meets-E.T.

These teasers are totally catering to the people who like Stitch T-Shirts from WalMart but probably couldn’t explain the first thing about him as a character. And whatever, that’s fine. But the design affects the story, and the original story was so good.

This does not bode well.

[stepintothelimelight]

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ VEGAS VEGAS VEGAS

TRAILER: You know what they say about Vegas…

(Max Verstappen x driver!Reader)(SMAU+written)

WARNINGS: fluff? not really anything

fc: random pinterest couples

Aaaaannnnd ACTION!

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It’s a close race. 

A nail biter. 

This race, the news outlets have been saying. This is the race that will determine the WDC. 

And it is.

If you finish in even one more place over Max, you will have tied his season points and be in the battle for the WDC.

Mercedes and Toto call for you in your ear as you sail across the finish line with a fine margin between you and Max - your biggest rival.

You climb out, and the first thing you see is your team. There’s this giant, painful smile that’s splitting your face open as they hit on your helmet and you hug and cheer and scream. 

“W-D-C! W-D-C!” they chant. You join them. Toto somehow finds his way to you and you hug him and then Susie, too.

And then the crowd parts and you take you’re helmet off and your balaclava, leaving you with a messy, sweaty head of frizzy hair. That damn smile and the flush in your cheeks refuses to leave, even as you meet the freezing eyes of the one and only Max Verstappen.

He could have been done with the Championship by now if it weren’t for you and your streak of wins in the late season. 

He lumbers towards you and you meet him halfway, hands coming up and - 

His lips meet yours in the most passionate kiss that you’ve ever experienced. Your hands pull at his neck and his at your waist and hips. It’s like it’s just the two of you. 

Of course, there are cameras around. Everywhere. They’re lapping up this opportunity like cats to warm milk. The two of you rarely show PDA in the paddock, preferring to keep professional and personal passions separate. 

He gently pulls away and cups your face, brushing back your damp baby hairs. His full lips curve into the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Hi!” You yell at him over the din.

“Hello!” He yells back. “Next stop, World Champion!”

Because Max isn’t how the media portrays him.

 He’s sweet and soft and he loves hard and fast. He wants a competitor. He wants someone who can beat him at his own game over and over again. 

You pull him in for one last kiss, but both of you are smiling too much for it to be real. 

“Let’s get married!” You exclaim. 

He does a double take, then kisses you again. 

“Let’s get married.”

“You’re doing what?” Lewis demands in the car back to the hotel. You sit in between him and a grinning Max, clutching  your soon-to-be husband’s hand. 

“We’re getting married tonight,” Max affirms. You nod emphatically. 

It wasn’t exactly a spur-the-moment type of idea. You’ve talked about getting married, having kids, growing old together. And now you’re in vegas. Neither you nor Max need an extravagant ceremony. All you need is a room, an officiant and some rings. You would prefer it if all your best friends were there, too, which is why you’re looking at Lewis. 

“We’re need you to get the rings,” You explain to Lewis, who’s in a blatant state of shock. 

“Rings…” he mutters. 

“Yes, rings,” Max tells him. “You’re famous. Extraordinarily, so it should be very easy to acquire two or three rings.”

Lewis sighs and rubs his forehead.

“Alright, then. Text me the time and place.”

The others have a very similar reaction to You and Max’s proclamation. Shock, then excitement.

You’ve set a time and a place for the wedding: 4 am, 24 hour church of Elvis, and sent it to both the drivers and the WAGs group chats. 

whoever can make it should make it, you said.

Individually, you’ve chosen your bridesmaids, Lily, Kika and Alex, and Max his groomsmen - Lando, Checo and Charles. 

“When did he propose?” Lily demands as soon as the boys have left. 

“He didn’t. I did, right after the win.”

“Ah, yes, during the kiss that’s broken the internet,” Alex giggles. 

“Well the internet better buckle down, cause we’re about to break it again.”

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y/nverstappenl/n: 11.24.24❣️

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Aaaannnnnnd scene!

DIRECTOR’S CUT: Just a little fluffy thing to get me back in the mood for writing!

ps about the spitfire saga: i wrote it all on my notes app and then i updated to ios 18 and now i’m locked out 😤😤 so ummm i just have to muster up the willpower to re plan it all but i swear i haven’t abandoned it!!

part2?????

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[plutoasteroids]

In Another Life- PAC

PILE 1 PILE 2 PILE 3

This reading is allegedly for entertainment purposes only. I am not responsible for any choices made in accordance to my readings!

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, G@MBLING AND G@NG AFFILIATON READ AT YOUR OWN RISK YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

This reading is to find out who your past life lover was

PILE 1

Your past life lover was someone very in control, they had a desire to always protect and be the one to bear all the burdens regardless of if they were male or female. This person felt like home to you they may be coming back as your lover again in this past life there is a soul tie between you both. Anyways, they have a lot of inner strength nothing really tore them down they constantly thrived to be better and honestly most of the time things never worked out for them but they never gave up they kept going, they were always so confident and held themselves with high regard no one could point anything out that could be remotely awful about your person, they were quite likable and attractive and was always the leader never the follower. In this lifetime they are bound to continue striving to be the leader and keep doing the best they can while also balancing being human as in letting themselves feel their emotions instead of living life like they are a robot.

For some of you it could be in the 1800's, In this lifetime they are born in the 90's or you were born in the 90's but 90's holds significance. England, Paris, Germany specifically Berlin, Japan, Switzerland

PILE 2

Your past life lover was very resourceful they could always turn a situation good or bad in their favour. they are quite smart and cunning, they were the type to run circles around you without you realising until the very end that they tricked you. Because of their ability to be able to talk themselves out of a situation they felt like they didn't need to work for anything. They could just trick anyone into doing whatever. They could have used any means necessary to get their way like their appearance and words which honestly may have led to a lot of issues for them down the line especially financially because eventually people caught up to what they were doing and in a way they were shunned and they needed to find a way to turn things around and change and I don't think they managed to do that in that last lifetime so in this new lifetime they will have to learn to be more humble and hard working instead of using deception to get their way. For some of you there is a chance that you will be with them again this lifetime but for the majority it's very unlikely.

(Bonnie and Clyde as well as Elvis Presly could point to just time eras not that they were affiliated with them but who knows maybe they could have)

England, early to mid 1900's, Elvis Presley, Bonnie and Clyde, France, Germany, World War 1, Cambridge, G@mbling, g@ng affiliation.

PILE 3

Your past life lover was constantly burdened by one thing or another mostly relating to not having enough money to do something else. Your past life lover may have been a sailor or fisherman and passed away quite young. Whatever they tried to do to make ends meet never seemed to work for them it was just loss after loss. They worked so hard with absolutely nothing to show for it after all that hard work and it was such a frustrating situation for everyone involved because they were always plagued by poverty and never having enough. At the end of the day when all that hard work was over their only source of happiness or peace was YOU. Things never seemed as awful with you around. Things did eventually get better, but it was a long and treacherous battle to getting to that stability and unfortunately, they didn't live long enough to enjoy it. They were plagued by illness at a young age and passed. Unfortunately, in this lifetime I don't see them being your future spouse.

Ancient Greece, Egypt and Rome, Papyrus, boats, tan skin, white, gold

[vintagepresley]

I’d give anything to just sit and have a conversation with Elvis. Just listening to all his knowledge and thoughts from reading these books. The things he’s written.. His mind is so interesting.

Also, the fact that he wrote this on a page that had the year and the month he was born written on it.

[ladelinee]

Author’s Note: Hi there! 💕 This was a bit unexpected, but with everything going on in my life right now ( work and anxiety)I felt the need to escape for a bit, and this idea just came to me today! I’m thinking about turning it into a series, but I’m not sure yet. Let’s see where it takes us!

Word count: 2,9K

Warnings: angst, innocent, mention of intercourse.

Summary: Elvis ends up looking after his ex-wife’s niece (18yo) and helps her deal with heartbreak, all while they slowly start to connect.

Dontcha’ think It’s time

The room was still, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft clink of ice in a lowball glass. Elvis sat on the edge of an armchair, shoulders slightly hunched, staring at the amber liquid swirling in his whiskey. His brow furrowed, his lips pressed in a tight line, lost in thought.

It wasn’t often to see him like this, especially with a drink in hand. Elvis wasn’t much of a drinker, but tonight, something had pulled him to the crystal decanter on the bar. Something was not right.

Jerry Schilling leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching with quiet amusement. After a moment, he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you cracked open the scotch, E?”

Elvis blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts. He didn’t look at Jerry, his gaze shifting instead to the window where the fading sunlight streaked orange across the glass. “At what damn point… did I agree to this?”

Jerry stepped closer, curiosity piqued. “You gonna spell it out for me, or am I supposed to guess?”

Elvis exhaled, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “This whole thing. Her comin’ here. Watchin’ over her. I don’t even remember agreein’ to it, but I must’ve, ‘cause here I am.”

“Her?” Jerry asked, though he already knew. “Your niece?”

Elvis leaned back, rubbing a hand across his face. “My ex-wife’s niece. Don’t get me wrong, Jerry. I’ve got nothin’ against the little girl, but…”

“But it’s about the divorce, right?” Jerry cut in. “All this was agreed before…”

“‘Fore things went to hell” Elvis finished, his voice tight. “We don’t even talk no more, and still, her aunt’s gonna haunt me till the day I die.”

Jerry chuckled. “Her aunt’s the mother of your daughter, E. You’re not gonna shake that off so easy. Think of it this way: at least Lisa will have her cousin here for a while.”

Before Elvis could reply, the low rumble of a car engine drifted up the driveway. He glanced at Jerry, who was already grinning.

“Well” Jerry said, clapping his hands, “guess it’s showtime. You want me to roll out the welcome mat or grab you a second glass of that scotch?”

Elvis stood, adjusting his shirt with a smirk. “Neither. But you might wanna stick close, Jer. If this goes south, I’ll need a witness.”

The front door opened, and Elvis stood there with Jerry just behind him. Elvis’s signature smile was firmly in place, though his sharp eyes betrayed a hint of impatience.

“Tom” Elvis greeted smoothly. “Y’all made it.”

Tom stepped inside, his expression tight and his tone clipped. “Yeah, we made it. Thanks for takin’ her in for a while.”

Elvis shrugged lightly, gesturing them in. “Sure thing. Anything for family.”

Tom raised an eyebrow, his voice sharpening. “Funny. Didn’t feel like family when you walked out on my sister.”

Jerry let out a low whistle, crossing his arms as his gaze shifted between the two men. “Ouch.”

Elvis’s smile didn’t flinch, but his eyes narrowed just slightly. Before he could answer, Tom’s wife stepped forward, her tone bright and full of forced cheer.

“Elvis, thank you so much” she said quickly, glancing nervously at Tom. “We really had no other option. This business trip is going to be tough on her, and we’re so grateful you’re helping us out.”

Elvis nodded, glancing around. “Where’s my little one?” His eyes narrowed in confusion when he looked further. “And what’s this about bringin’ a babysitter?”

Tom smirked, stepping aside. “That is your little one.”

You stepped forward, and Elvis blinked, staring surprised. You were taller than he remembered, with a striking presence that didn’t match the childish dress you wore, like someone old enough for teenage clothes but still stuck in something meant for a little girl.

“Well, I’ll be damned” Elvis muttered, his tone quieter now.

“Hi, Uncle Elvis” you said softly, your voice polite as your gaze flickered between him and the floor. You were excited to see him after such a long time, he was someone you’d always admired, but your mind was occupied with other thoughts.

Tom added, his tone clipped. “She grew up, Elvis. Happens to kids when you don’t see them for years.”

Jerry tried to contain his feelings, muttering under his breath “This just keeps gettin’ better.”

Elvis ignored Tom’s jab, forcing his easy grin back. “Well, guess I owe ya an apology, darlin’. Thought you’d still be about yay tall.” He gestured low with his hand, trying to lighten the moment.

You let out a small, polite laugh, still feeling the weight of his gaze.

Your mother, trying to avoid any more confrontation said “Alright, sweetheart, behave yourself, okay? Listen to your uncle.”

Your dad gave your shoulder a firm pat. “No trouble. You hear me?”

“Yes, sir” you murmured softly.

Without lingering, your parents turned and walked out the door. You felt a mix of relief and shyness settle inside you.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room, holding your bag tightly, unsure of where to go or what to say. The grandeur of the place was almost overwhelming, plush furniture, and the faint scent of leather and cologne lingering in the air. It felt surreal being here, in his house.

Elvis watched you for a moment, tilting his head slightly like he was trying to figure you out. He offered a warm smile, the kind that could put most people at ease, but it felt out of place against the silence in the room. “Well, darlin’, you don’t gotta stand there like a statue. Make yourself comfortable. Couch don’t bite.”

You nodded, cheeks warming, and murmured, “Okay.” Setting your bag down carefully, as though it might shatter, you perched on the edge of the couch, stiff and uncertain.

Elvis leaned slightly toward Jerry, who had wandered around him. Lowering his voice, Elvis whispered, “Why’s she like this?”

“You know” he muttered, gesturing subtly toward you with a flick of his fingers. “All quiet, like she’s waitin’ for permission to breathe.”

Jerry sighed, crossing his arms. “Her parents. They’ve been overprotective, man. Think about it, she’s tied to you. They didn’t want her gettin’ dragged into all the attention. You know how people get about anything connected to you.” He gestured vaguely toward the house. “They tried to keep her away from all that. She’s only just started going to a private school, so she’s probably still tryin’ to figure out where she fits.”

Elvis looked over at you again, noticing how you sat so rigidly, your hands clasped neatly in your lap. “That ain’t right,” he murmured to himself, then spoke up gently, “Go ahead, lean back, put your feet up if you feel like it. Nobody’s gonna mind.”

You blinked, startled, then nodded as you shifted slightly against the cushions. “Thanks,” you said quietly, though you still couldn’t quite meet his eyes.

Elvis watched as you finally started to settle into the couch, your posture less stiff, your hands no longer clutching your lap. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“So, uh…” you said quietly, glancing up at him. “Do you have a place to watch a movie? Maybe?”

Elvis’s grin widened, clearly pleased to see you starting to come out of your shell. “Do I have a place? Darlin’, we’ve got a TV room downstairs. Go on down, pick whatever film you want.”

You hesitated for a moment, then stood, the thought of escaping into a movie making you feel a bit lighter.

“And don’t you worry,” Elvis added, his tone playful, “Jerry makes the best popcorn in Memphis.”

Jerry’s voice cut in. “Since when?”

Elvis didn’t miss a beat. “Since now.”

The quick back-and-forth made you laugh, a soft, genuine sound that caught even you off guard. Elvis’s grin grew warmer at the sound.

“Go on” he said, nodding toward the stairs. “TV room’s all yours.”

With a small smile, you nodded and headed toward the stairs, feeling a little more at ease than you had all evening.

As you disappeared down the hallway, Elvis stayed rooted in place, his gaze lingering on the spot where you’d just stood. His jaw tightened slightly, and his usual easy expression faded into something more thoughtful, almost uneasy.

“Jerry,” he said after a moment, his voice low but carrying a weight that made Jerry look up immediately.

“What’s on your mind, boss?” Jerry asked, leaning against the counter where he was rifling through the cabinets.

Elvis turned to face him, his tone quiet but firm. “I want you to stick close. Be her shadow while she’s here.”

Jerry straightened, raising an eyebrow. “Shadow? She’s watchin’ a movie, Elvis. What kinda trouble you think she’s gonna get into?”

Elvis gave him a pointed look. “I ain’t talkin’ about trouble. She’s been through somethin’, I can feel it. If she needs somethin’, you handle it. I don’t care if it’s popcorn, a blanket, or a damn flight outta here. Just make sure she’s okay.”

Jerry’s smirk faded as he saw the genuine worry in Elvis’s eyes. “Alright” he said, nodding. “You got it.”

As you curled up on the plush couch in the vast TV room downstairs, the soft glow of the screen bathed the space in a warm, colorful light. The bright yellow and black paint on the walls seemed to bounce off the screen, adding to the comfortable, almost cozy feel of the room. You scrolled through the movie options, ultimately settling on a light, romantic comedy that promised to be nothing but harmless entertainment.

At first, the lighthearted humor and goofy antics brought a small smile to your face. You even laughed at a few of the absurd scenes. But as the movie shifted into its tender moments, something inside you twisted.

The couple on screen smiled at each other, sharing quiet, meaningful words, and your chest tightened. Their affection and understanding were a cruel contrast to what lingered in your mind.

“You’re not enough,” the voice echoed in your memory, sharp and cold. “You never were.”

You tried to brush off the weight of those words, to redirect your attention back to the movie. But the knot in your stomach tightened, expanding into your chest until it felt like you were suffocating. The tears welled up in your eyes, hot and unwelcome, and before you could stop them, they began to trickle down your face one by one. At first, they fell silently, but soon they came faster, your breath hitching as those words kept echoing in your head like a broken record.

You felt ridiculous, crying over a romcom, but the feelings refused to be buried. You hugged your knees closer to your chest, letting the tears spill out, the ache in your chest too much to contain.

Meanwhile, Jerry was still in the kitchen, distracted as he refilled the popcorn bowl for what felt like the fifth time. “Best popcorn in Memphis? Goddammit” he muttered. He finally headed downstairs with the bowl in hand.

“Got your…”Jerry started as he entered the room, but his words caught in his throat when he saw you.

You were curled up on the couch, shoulders shaking as silent tears streamed down your face. The sound of the movie barely masked the hitched breaths you tried to suppress.

Jerry froze, the popcorn bowl wobbling in his hands. His usual easy demeanor cracked into something anxious and awkward. “Uh… hey,” he said softly, his voice uncertain. “You, uh… you okay?”

You quickly wiped at your face, shaking your head as if dismissing him would make it all go away. “I’m fine,” you croaked, but the crack in your voice gave you away.

Jerry’s eyes darted to the stairs, his panic rising. “Alright. Just… stay put, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Before you could argue, he bolted, taking the stairs two at a time.

“Boss!” Jerry called out, bursting into the hallway where Elvis was still pacing, clearly waiting for something to go wrong.

Elvis turned sharply, his expression immediately serious. “What is it?”

Jerry took a breath, his words rushed. “It’s her, man. She’s cryin’, like, full-on cryin’. Somethin’s wrong, Elvis.”

Elvis’s jaw tightened, worry etching lines into his face. “Cryin’? Over a movie?”

Jerry shook his head. “It ain’t the movie. It’s somethin’ else. You need to get down there.”

Elvis didn’t wait for another word, brushing past Jerry as he strode toward the stairs. His steps were quick but steady, his heart heavy with concern. Whatever was going on, he wasn’t going to let you face it alone.

Elvis steps inside, rushing, his footsteps deliberate yet soft. He pauses when he sees you, his face immediately shifting from casual curiosity to gentle concern. He moves closer, lowering himself onto the couch beside you.

“Honey,” he begins, his voice as smooth as velvet, “what’s wrong? Tell me what’s goin’ on.”

You shrink into yourself, embarrassed, but his presence is steady and calming. He leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees, his sharp blue eyes scanning your face.

“Alright, sugar,” he says in a lighter tone, a flicker of humor in his expression, “who do we need to kill?”

You blink at him, startled. “What? No! Don’t kill him!”

Elvis raises an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Oh, so it is a ‘him.’” He shifts to sit back, resting an arm along the couch. “What happened? Let me help ya.”

You hesitate, but the way he looks at you, patient and open, makes it impossible to hold back. “It’s my boyfriend… well, my ex-boyfriend. He broke up with me this morning.”

Elvis’s relaxed posture stiffens slightly. “Go on.”

You swallow hard. “He said I’m boring, that I’m not a woman, and that he can’t have fun with me.”

Elvis’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, his expression darkens. “This little…” His lips part as if to let out a string of curses, but he catches himself, muttering under his breath, “Coward.” Then he takes a deep breath, forcing his temper to settle before he speaks again.

“Sugar, listen to me. You are not boring, and you are a woman. That boy’s a damn fool who doesn’t know what he had.”

“But…” you sniffle, wiping your face with your hand. “Then why would he say those things? I don’t understand.”

Elvis exhales, leaning forward again. “Alright, sugar,” he says carefully, his tone soft but serious. “Listen…what that boy said to you was cruel and unfair. You are a woman, no question about it. But…what he probably meant is that he’s lookin’ for somethin’ you weren’t ready to give. And that’s not on you, darlin’, that’s on him.”

You tilt your head, your brows furrowing. “Something I wasn’t ready to give? What do you mean, Uncle Elvis?”

Elvis shifts uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. His usual composure falters, and he clears his throat. “Well, uh…sometimes, men think bein’ a woman means…y’know, bein’…uh…” He coughs, clearly struggling to find the right words. “…more grown-up in a physical sense. Like…closer than just holdin’ hands.”

You blink at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “Closer? Like kissing?”

He chuckles nervously, rubbing his jaw. “Yeah, darlin’. Like kissin’. And…uh…other stuff that comes after that.”

“Oh…” you say, thinking it over. Then your face brightens with sudden realization. “So you know what men need, Elvis?”

Elvis freezes. “Uh…well, I reckon I’ve got a little experience in that department ” he says cautiously, trying to steer the conversation away from the cliff he feels it’s headed toward.

You lean toward him, your expression is full of hope. “Then can you make me a woman?”

The silence is deafening. Elvis’s face turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before, and he jumps up from the couch so quickly you think he might trip over his own feet. “Wha-What?!” he exclaims, his voice an octave higher than usual.

“Can you make me a woman?” you repeat, completely earnest.

“Whoa, now! Hold on a second!” He raises his hands as if to physically stop the conversation. “No! No, no, no, sugar, that’s not how this works!”

You blink, genuinely confused. “Why not? You just said you know what a man needs.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m about to… Lord, have mercy…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, his other hand gripping his belt as he mutters to himself. “This is not the conversation I thought I’d be havin’ tonight.”

You look at him with pleading eyes. “But you said you’d help me.”

He groans, burying his face in his hands for a moment before taking a deep breath. Finally, he sits back down, knowing you don’t mean what he’s dreading and that you don’t fully understand.

“Alright, listen,” he says, his tone softer but still tinged with exasperation. “I can’t make you a woman, alright? But here’s what I’ll do. Tomorrow, we’ll sit down, and I’ll give you some tips.”

Your face lights up with gratitude. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. But it’s about you feelin’ confident in who you are. Deal?”

“Deal!” you say, throwing your arms around him in a big hug.

Elvis stiffens in surprise for a second before relaxing, patting your back gently. “Alright, sugar,” he murmurs with a faint smile, relieved that he could cheer you up and that you’re feeling a bit more comfortable opening up to him. “You’re gonna be just fine. That boy didn’t deserve you anyway.”

When you pull back, he gives you a strained but affectionate smile, muttering as he grabs the remote, “You’re gonna kill me, sugar, you really are.”

Part 2 here!

[buglass]

Just a Little Bit

Summary: You can’t stand it any longer; after a long day of watching Elvis film his latest beach flick Blue Hawaii in 1961, you take matters into your own hands and give him bodily appreciation--specifically to his thighs.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

WC: ~1K

Warnings: 18+ - Smut: oral, dry humping, kissing, and suggestive language.

A/N: A girl can dream.

Based on this post here.

The two of you, Elvis and yourself, were tangled in the sheets without a care. You never believed someone like Elvis, a celebrity, would be possible to run into casually and later interest. The second you both locked eyes on one another, Elvis quickly decided to pursue you during his late lunch break for Blue Hawaii. Ever since you spotted his long, tanned legs being held together by his all-too-fitting swim shorts--you were feening for a bite to either quad or hamstring. You didn’t know why Elvis did it for you in that instant--plenty of men wore the same sort of bathing suit--but you weren’t ashamed to have the opportunity. That’s how you wound up in one of the few empty hotel rooms, post-check-out of the original guests, you cleaned and serviced.

“You sure no one is comin’ around?” Elvis asked between kisses.

“Promise. I’m the only one working this side of the hotel,” you reassured.

You were sat atop Elvis and hunched forward as the two of you locked lips. Though you’re both mostly clothed, he managed to strip some items away from your body; leaving you in just your maid’s skirt and bra. You liked the control, rubbing where you needed him most between your legs against the ever-growing bulge that formed beneath his trunks. Elvis watched you, his lips curled as airy moans withered past his lips. He still wore the captain’s hat you found him in earlier and that somehow also did it for you. Elvis’ unwavering desire leaving him too distracted to undress himself made you feel you had control of his libido. 

You undid the little knot he tied at the front of his shirt, the floral pattern wrinkled once it was free. Elvis watched on with bright eyes, your careful but pressing fingers rubbing into his skin. You leaned down to latch your mouth onto one nipple, making him gasp. Elvis could hardly resist the small upward turn of his lips and the lines forming on either side of his mouth. Your hips didn’t stop rolling against him either, a small promise of what was to come. Elvis was silently taken aback by your forwardness as he usually was the one to kiss a girl all over and make her sing for him. You smirk as you move to his other nipple, lashing it with barely-there whippings of your tongue that make Elvis groan and take your waist into both hands to rub your heat against his cock. 

“I should be careful… I don’t know how I’m gonna explain coming in my bathin’ suit if we keep at it,” Elvis panted.

“I won’t let that happen,” you smile.

Lifting your head fully, you begin scooting back down the bed along his legs and kicking the sheets clinging to you both. Elvis looks curious as you slide lower and lower, leaving kisses across his stomach. When you hook your fingers into his shorts he groans as his dick springs free and he obliges by lifting his legs to rid of them. He sits up temporarily to remove the rest of his clothing, including his hat, and lays back down. You were new and shiny, but seldom did a woman handle him like you did. You weren’t shy to grab his cock by its base, spitting onto it and licking a stripe along the underside before you began stroking his uncut length. There was a point where you weren’t sure if Elvis was fucking into your hand or your wrist tugged at him excitably. 

Elvis tried reaching for you between your legs but settled for your breasts instead as it was too far, squeezing and massaging at one while you took charge. His legs were spread for you now and his cheeks, neck, and chest grew red as you dipped your head to nip at the inside of his thigh. The twenty-six-year-old made a noise that sounded as if he didn’t think was possible. Elvis hissed when you moved to the opposite thigh, biting and sucking at muscular and equally supple skin.

“Oh, shit,” Elvis whispered.

He might not have known your name without looking at the name tag on your shirt, but he sure as hell wouldn’t forget the way your plush lips looked on him. You slowed your hand around him and his cock twitched against your insistent hold. You didn’t mind the hair of his legs against your tongue, he wasn’t very hairy at all. Besides, for you, seeing the Great Elvis Presley fold and whimper because of your touch did it for you alone. When you could tell he was going to come from your ministrations, you aimed for much more sensitive spots closer to his pubic bone. The scent of him was much more potent there. His breaths came faster, prompting you to lap and suck at his balls in favor of his orgasm. 

Elvis dropped a hand to the side of your face, stroking it a few times before sliding up into your hair for something to hold on to. Anyone else touching your hair would have had a stern talking-to for messing it up. You watched Elvis from below as he softly begged or questioned if he should come. He wasn’t the type to want to leave a woman dissatisfied but you were so sure about getting him off only. 

“Oh, you suck me so good, honey,” Elvis hissed. “I need your mouth on my cock. Don’t wanna make a mess.”

You moan against his sac one last time before assisting Elvis, closing your lips around the head. He fucks into your mouth shallowly, his face soon contorting as he ground his teeth and tossed his head back. You feel his seed spill into the back of your throat, causing you to gag, and instead push him deeper into your throat. His dick pulses, coating your throat with spurt after spurt. Only when he’s spent and whimpering from sensitivity do you remove your mouth from him and swallow. 

“Goddamn,” Elvis laughs breathily.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you grin, moving from between his legs.

“Where ya goin’? We aren’t finished yet, come sit on my face, honey.” 

[wolfiesmoon]

Countless nights

Malleus x gn!reader

i felt like writing something super cute and lovey dovey and basic after listening to can't help falling in love by elvis presley so here we are lol😌🩷

this is nothing revolutionary that hasn't been done before just so much fluff you'll throw up a furball (made of fictional fluff) by the end

There are many a night which he spends thinking of you.

Lilia had told him about it, a long long time ago. How your chest would tighten, how your face would become warm, how your heart would flutter when gazing at the person you're in love with. But he never imagined that it could feel this amazing, this freeing, this beautiful.

There are many moments he thinks of on these nights...

You run up behind him, yelling the silly little nickname he's grown to love hearing fall from your lips.

He turns around, grinning at the sound of your voice. Truly, you are a sight for sore eyes. Your little furry companion is with you, too, dozing off in your arms.

"It's so nice to see you in the hallways for once." you realise that you mostly see him in front of your dorm when he randomly shows up. Because of that, you kinda forgot that he's also a student at the school and takes classes as well.

"Likewise. It's always a pleasure to see you." He didn't say anything presumptious, so why are you making that excited face all of a sudden? Now he feels giddy.

A silence falls between you.

"Ahaha... Um... I actually have no idea what to talk about... I kinda just ran to you after seeing you..." you admitted awkwardly.

That is... very comforting to hear. All you need is the sight of him to want to be by his side. The warm feeling spreading across his body is very welcome.

He wants to hear you say that sentence over and over, but greed is not a good quality to bear, so he'll settle with hearing it only once.

"Then I suppose you wouldn't mind listening to me talk? Do you happen to be partial to gargoyles?" He takes the opportunity to talk about the passion no one seems to share with him. He's fully expecting you to say no and change the topic, and he wouldn't blame you at all in some regard. He's well aware most humans don't take interest in something as specific as gargoyles.

"I never really thought much about them before. But sure, tell me about it." you actually look really interested, waiting for him to start.

He smiles.

Oh, he just can't help falling in love with you.

.

"Did you hear about that new ice cream place that opened in town recently?"

When you asked him if he could spare 2 hours of his day just for the two of you yesterday, he was certainly not expecting you to open with this.

"Lilia told me you like ice cream, and I was pretty curious about the taste myself." you wonder to yourself if there's any funny flavours you wouldn't find in the human world. If so, you're definitely trying them out.

"So, uhhh... wanna go try it with me?"

You don't even realise how happy you've just made him. He has to hold back the wide smile that threatens to spread across his face.

"Hahaha, you're so strange... Though I certainly wouldn't mind." You seriously just want to... hang out with him? What a pleasant surprise, indeed. It makes his heart beat with excitement.

"Let's go!" you start running down the hill to get to town, excited to share ice cream with him.

.

"Aw man, it's almost impossible to choose." you're contemplating between three different flavours at the moment.

"Shall I choose for you, then?" Malleus suggests. He already picked the flavour he wants and is waiting for you to make your choice. Not that he's annoyed by that. The longer you take, the more minutes he can spend by your side. How greedy of him.

"Go ahead." you sigh defeatedly. You're truly thankful he can put an end to the awkward situation of you just staring between 3 different flavours for like, 2 whole minutes now. You're creating a line behind you, no doubt.

"You should get the strawberry flavour." Malleus recalled a story of Lilia's in which he told him that strawberries are a symbol of love in a country he visited. He feels a bit cheeky, sneaking a subtle hint in like this.

"Uh, sure! I'll have one scoop of strawberry!" you raised an eyebrow slightly at his satisfied smile. Why is he smiling now, of all times?

If he's happy, you're happy, you suppose.

The two of you decided to walk around town while eating the ice cream. It was a nice change of scenery.

You were telling Malleus about a funny potionology mishap you had with Grim and Ace today when someone bumped into you, making you lose grip of the ice cream.

It fell splat on the ground, making it no longer edible.

"Oh come on..." you looked down at the wasted ice cream sadly. It was really good, too.

"I can return it to its original form, do not worry." Malleus suggested, already about to do it when you gently grabbed his wrist. His eyes widened slightly and a strange tightness enveloped his chest.

"No need. Just hanging out with you is enough. Enjoy the ice cream for the both of us." you're really fine with just watching him. He seems very happy when eating ice cream, which you can't get enough of.

"...If you wish." he felt his whole being warming up at your sweet words.

Oh, he just can't help falling in love with you.

.

"Child of man. What is the meaning of this?" his expression darkens when he sees your fingers wrapped in bandages.

"Of wha- Oh, you mean my bandages? It's, uhhh, a bit embarrasing. And also a suprise." you hid your hands behind your back, not wanting him to worry about them too much.

"Tell me." he looked quite scary in this moment, almost like he was ready to kill. Is he really that worried over it? It kinda makes you feel giddy.

"It'll ruin the surprise, I'm just saying." you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. His terrifying gaze didn't falter however, so you gave up.

"Roses are really important symbols in Briar valley, so I've heard. So I kinda wanted to give you a hand-picked rose boquet for your birthday tommorow, but I was dumb and didn't use gloves to de-thorn the roses. So that's why my hands look like this." you still felt a little bad ruining the surprise, but giving Malleus peace of mind is much more important.

"Oh... So it was that, I see." Malleus still witheld a somewhat cold, scary expression. He can't stand to see you hurt, in any way. And knowing it was all for him makes him feel even worse.

Still... you wanted to make him happy so much that you willingly hurt yourself to see it happen. Warmth rushes to his face at the thought of you handing the boquet to him. That's quite a common way of confessing love among humans, is it not?

He can't wait for his birthday all of a sudden.

On these nights, he just can't help falling in love with you.

[sissylittlefeather]

Most of All

A/N: I saw this post by @lookingforrainbows and was inspired. I just had to write a fic. Hopefully this lives up to expectations!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and shameless purple prose

Word count: ~1.7k

You feel the callouses on his fingertips from playing the guitar as he runs his hands over the soft curves of your naked body. He drags his thumb over your hardened nipple and you shiver with pleasure. When he leans forward and pulls it gently into his mouth, the warmth sends goosebumps across your skin. He swirls his tongue around it and then spreads his hand across your lower back. It's big enough to cover all of you as he pulls you in close to him. Then, he runs it down your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his torso. You run your hands through his fluffy brown hair and kiss his forehead as he moves to your other nipple and sucks on it lightly. His hand runs from your thigh up your side and back down again. He can't get enough of the way you feel, the softness of your skin and the way you seem to melt into his fingertips. You whimper quietly as he nibbles on you affectionately. The little sounds you make when he worships you drive him crazy. He almost loses control and rolls you over to fuck you right then, but he wants to take his time with you tonight.

It's been two years since he's seen you, having just gotten off the train home from serving in the army. Your body is the altar he's missed the whole time he's been away, his distance from the divine making everything feel dull and lifeless.

But here he is now with you, his angel, the one who brings him back to life. He isn't in any hurry to reach the end of this. As far as he's concerned, it could go on until the end of time and he'd never tire, never be bored of the way you make him feel.

He does roll you onto your back, though and hover over your stomach, pressing his lips to your soft belly over and over again. Your scent is tantalizing as he gets closer and closer to the place where he's dying to taste you. Two years since he's felt you with his tongue. Two years since he's had you on his lips. Two years since he's reveled in the undeniable pleasure of feeling you come undone completely at his doing.

He kisses lower, down to your hip bone, dragging his tongue to the crease between your thigh and the rest of you. Opening you with two fingers, he licks up each side of your swollen bud, eliciting a loud moan from you. He moves down a little to your slit, dragging his tongue up the line and then pushing the tip of it into you. Your hand goes the top of his hair and you groan.

"Ya taste so damn good, honey." He mumbles into your wetness. The number of times he dreamed about this exact thing while he was stuck overseas would probably shock you. He loves nothing more than to send you over the moon with just his mouth.

His tongue finds its way to your clit and he licks over you in a slow circle. You arch your back as he begins to move on you a little more aggressively, the pleasure running through you like wildfire. You've missed this more than you even knew, aching for him to bring you to the place that only he can.

You'd be lying if you said your fingers hadn't made their way to your center with thoughts of him running in your mind several times over the last two years. But it always left you unsatisfied, whispering his name like a prayer, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

But now, here he is, between your legs giving you everything he has with his mouth pressed to your pussy, eyes closed in absolute rapture. You swallow a sob and focus on the intense feeling of ecstasy that is fast approaching as his tongue moves over and around you in measured movements. You moan and whimper and close your eyes in ecstasy as you dance on the edge of your orgasm. He grunts into you and ruts his hips forward against the bed. Your sounds pushing him even closer to release himself.

"Come for me, honey. I want to feel you." He slips a finger into you, tickling the spot inside of you, eager for you to pulse around him.

"Oh! Oh, Elvis! Oh!" You pant and whine as your orgasm slams into your hips, crashing and exploding and breaking like fireworks in the sky, spreading across your body wildly. He licks you enthusiastically, tasting your arousal and reveling in the way you throb on his finger.

"God, baby, I missed this." He crawls back up your body quickly, pressing himself against you. "I need to make love to you."

"Yes, please, Elvis." You nod and open your legs to give him better access. He smiles down at you, beaming with pride that you're his. His hand comes up to cup your cheek.

"My angel. I don't know how I survived without you." He rubs his thumb over your cheek, his eyes sparkling with affection. His face changes to a look of sincerity. "Are you ready for me, honey?"

You nod up at him and put your hands on his hips to guide him into position. He pushes his forehead against yours and kisses you deeply. How he has longed to be inside you over the past two years. Too many nights he spent with nothing but his own hand wishing it was you. Now that the moment is here, he trembles with anticipation. His soul cries out to connect with you in the most intimate way possible.

"God, I need you baby. I need all of you." He whispers as he starts to slowly push into you, inch by tantalizing inch. You gasp at the sensation of being filled and he stops to give you time to adjust. "Is that- are you okay?"

"God, yes baby. Give me more." You whisper breathily. He smiles again and goes back to sliding into you. Once he's filling you fully he leans his head on your shoulder and groans.

"You feel so good around me, honey." He pulls back and rolls his hips forward again and you moan softly. "God, baby, you keep makin' those little noises and I'm gonna lose it."

"I want you to lose it. Lose control for me. I don't want you to be Elvis Presley. I want you to be my love." He groans and pumps into you a little faster.

"I am your love, angel. And I've never loved you more than I do right now in this moment." He kisses you deeply, his tongue tangling with yours in a frenzy of passion. His hips move against you over and over, stuffing you as your breasts bounce with his rhythm.

"Oh God, don't stop. Don't ever stop." He holds your hip with his hand and rolls against you, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside you.

"I won't, baby. I never will. Ever. You're mine until the end of time." His eyes roll back as he pounds you, so close to reaching physical nirvana. "Baby, I'm so close!"

He grunts and continues to slam into you more and more erratically, getting closer and closer to his release. You feel his body tense above you and kiss his neck, whispering in his ear.

"I'm yours. Let go, my love. Show me that you're mine."

"Oh, God, baby yes!" He thrusts into you one last time shuddering and shaking and emptying himself inside you. His lips press against yours, then your cheek, your neck, and your collarbone. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

He pulls out of you gently and you sigh. You've never been happier than you are right now, expecting him to hold you close. But instead he does something that surprises you. He slides out of the bed and walks over to his bag. You watch him walk away from you, his beautiful ass moving with his hips. He bends over and pulls out a small box, making his way back over to you in the bed. You sit up, still too shaky to try to stand, and he sinks to his knees on the floor in front of you, his hands running up your thighs.

"My angel. Love of my life. You're all I've ever needed to make my soul feel complete. Please marry me. Let me worship you with all that I am for the rest of our lives." He opens the box to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. Your eyes glitter with tears. Two years apart and you love him just as much, if not more, than you ever have before. He is everything to you.

"Yes, my love. I never want to be away from you again. I would love nothing more than to marry you." He tackles you backwards on the bed, laughing with unmitigated joy. You giggle as he kisses your face over and over again, his hands slipping over your skin, squeezing you gently. He rolls onto his back and pulls you against his chest, grabbing your hand, sliding the ring onto you, and kissing each finger. You feel his chest rumble as he begins to hum. Your heart soars when he starts to sing.

I love you because you understand, dear

Every single thing I try to do

You're always there to lend a helping hand, dear

I love you most of all because you're you

No matter what the world may say about me

I know your love will always see me through

I love you for the way you never doubt me

But most of all I love you 'cause you're you

******

The End

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[pucksandpower]

is there a possibility of a part two on the mv1 vegas wedding, perhaps how they might have church wedding ? 🥹🥹 it was just so sickly sweet, i cant get enough of it 🤧🫶

There is definitely a possibility of a part two (though this is a little shorter than my usual work so we can also just call it a second epilogue)

Read part one here: What Happens in Vegas

You stand in front of the floor length mirror, smoothing your hands over the flowing white dress. Today you’re finally getting the real wedding you missed out on during that wild night in Vegas.

A pair of tiny hands suddenly grab at the tulle skirts of your dress. You look down to see your flower girl and daughter, two-year-old Vega, grinning up at you.

“Mama pwetty!” She declares. You scoop her up and kiss her cherub cheek.

“Why thank you, my love! But not as pretty as you in your special dress.”

Vega giggles and squirms to be put down so she can toddle around in her poufy flower girl outfit. You take a deep breath, heart swelling with love for your family.

A knock at the door announces your father’s arrival. “Knock knock! Ready to go become Mrs. Verstappen again?”

You take Vega’s hand and turn to your dad with a radiant smile. “Absolutely. How do I look?”

Your father presses a hand to his heart. “Oh honey ... you look absolutely beautiful. Max is going to bawl his eyes out.”

You laugh, feeling a few happy tears prick your own eyes. “Let’s just hope that Daniel doesn’t mess up his lines too badly. Did you see the Elvis costume he was begging to wear?”

Your father chuckles. “Don’t worry, I talked him into a normal tux. He promised to be on his most professional behavior as officiant today.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” you joke. “Really though, thank you for standing by me through all the craziness these past few years. I’m so glad we’re finally doing this for real.”

He pulls you into a careful hug so as not to wrinkle your dress. “I’m just so happy for you and Max. Now come on, let’s get you married again!”

The ceremony is being held outside at a gorgeous vineyard, rows of vines dripping with grapes serving as the perfect backdrop. Your heartbeat quickens as the music swells and Vega heads down the aisle, haphazardly tossing rose petals from her little basket.

Then it’s your turn.

On your father’s arm, you glide towards the floral archway where a nervous but beaming Max waits. The love shining from his eyes when he sees you takes your breath away all over again.

Daniel stands at his side looking polished in his suit, though his hair maintains its signature wild curls. He winks at you as you take your place across from Max beneath the arch.

“Family and friends,” Daniel begins, “we are gathered here today to witness the renewal of vows between Y/N and Max. Their first wedding may have been, shall we say, unconventional—”

“You mean drunk and hasty!” Someone calls out. Laughter ripples through the guests.

Daniel grins. “Yes, thank you Lando. But today we celebrate Y/N and Max formalizing their union after three wonderful years of marriage.”

He turns to Max. “Do you, Max, reaffirm your vow to love and cherish Y/N as your lawfully wedded wife, in plenty and want, in joy and sorrow, so long as you both shall live?”

Max gazes into your eyes. “I do, absolutely.”

Daniel repeats the question to you. You blink back joyful tears. “I do, with all my heart.”

“Wonderful!” Daniel says. “Now, the couple has prepared their own vows to share today.”

He gestures to Max, who clears his throat and takes both your hands in his.

“Y/N, that crazy night in Vegas, I never could have imagined where it would lead us. The past two years as your husband have been the best of my life. Every day with you and our daughter is a gift.”

Max’s voice cracks with emotion. “You are my rock, my inspiration, my very best friend. Thank you for taking a chance on me then and choosing to recommit to our partnership today.”

He dabs at his eyes as Daniel prompts you for your vows. You have to take a steadying breath around the balloon of love swelling in your chest.

“Max, what can I say? You’ve turned this reckless whim into the love story of a lifetime. Being your wife and mother of your child are the greatest honors I could imagine.”

You squeeze his hands, voice thick with feeling. “You challenge me, support me, and make me laugh and love more than I ever thought possible every single day. I vow to keep racing into the future with you by my side.”

There’s not a dry eye left as Daniel concludes the ceremony. “By the power vested in me by BecomeAnOfficiantIn20Minutes dot com, I now pronounce you man and wife … again!”

Max sweeps you into a deep kiss as your loved ones erupt into cheers. Vega toddles up to tug on your dress, wanting in on the family hug. You scoop her up and press kisses all over her face as Max wraps his arms around you both.

It’s a perfect moment.

The reception is a joyful and hilarious blur. At one point Max pulls you aside, nodding to where Vega is passed out in her godfather Christian’s arms after tiring herself out dancing.

“Can you believe we made that perfect little girl together?” Max murmurs.

You shake your head wonderingly. “She’s the best surprise to come out of that crazy night.”

Max kisses your temple. “I would marry you a hundred more times if it means I got to relive this journey with you over and over.”

You lean into him contentedly. However unorthodox the start of your relationship was, you’ve built an incredible life together.

And it’s only just beginning.