#I hope y'all don't mind the tagging 👀

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🟨 Dirty A-Z Headcanon List 🔞

I'm in a Seggsy Sunday kinda mood so lets go for a lil tag game!😌

▶ RULES: Pick a few (or all!) letters from this list and fill it for your favorite OTP/blorbos 💛 and tag your chooms!

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? Do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?) 

>  Valentin is submissive to a caring dominant Mitch. Since Valentin was inexperienced at first, it was really natural for Mitch to take the lead- it was also like that with his previous partner. The size difference between them, both in height and in body frame pushed towards this dynamic; Val feels safe and comfortable being guided and taken care of. He trusts Mitch in any situation, and vice versa!

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

> Mitch accidentally burned Val's belly with his cig once, and it awoke something in the boy. It's not something they do in bed, or during the act, but more of a teasing ; Mitch knows that puffing smoke in Valentin's direction will get his attention, making him crave some of that heat. Valentin also has a thing for his hair being played with, gently pulled, grabbed. They both share a love for each other's scars, those are always good lick and kiss spots during foreplay or sex.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? Are they quiet? Do they scream? Do they like a loud partner? do they prefer it if their partner is more soft spoken?)

> Because they live in a community, with other couples, families and children, they have to keep quiet. Intimate moments often happen at night, the soft sounds of wet flesh muffled by the winds or machinery around the camp. They try to keep their moans to a minimum, keeping each other's mouths focused on one another, kissing at the shoulders, neck, or pillows depending on the positions. During the more relaxing weeks, when work is done, they like to sneak into an empty, abandoned place not far from camp. In between car wrecks, they made themselves a cozy little space, with a mattress leaning against a metallic wall, a little table with a few pizzas and beers. Here, they can be as loud and creative as they want, with nobody to interrupt them. 

Mitch like to praise his boy, telling him how cute and handsome he is, how good he feels, how much he loves him. Valentin returns the words, even if he can't make proper sentences. They are both loud when they cum, moans escaping their lips, Valentin's favorite word often being "Mitch", making the older man shivers and moan a soft petname in return.

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🔹 Tagging: @elvenbeard - @jaymber - @miss--river - @arcandoria - @lokiina - @kittenchrissy - @theviridianbunny - @a-pirate

NO PRESSURE IN DOING IT as always! 👉👈especially cause nsft stuff isn't for everyone either so yeah hgfh no worries!

[rosyblooom]

could you please do lando and a stem girl who goes to uni but has a private life please

they don't know about us | ln4 smau

pairing: lando norris x private fem computer science major!reader a/n: this took me forever but hope u still like :) also, if you've got requests could u add if you want it to be smau or fic pls <3

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f1gossip Y/N L/N, current girlfriend of Lando Norris, has been photographed arriving at the paddock for today's Miami GP.

Y/N's presence comes as a bit of a surprise, considering she was absent during practice and qualifying sessions, and rarely attends races. Speculation about a potential breakup has been rampant, but her appearance suggests that there might not be trouble in paradise after all... 👀

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username she always looks so classy and put-together, i'm obsessed <33

username no bc am i the only who has no problem with her only attending a few races a year? some ppl don't have time to jet off across the globe 24/7 like

username it's the fact that they literally travelled to miami together and she still didn't go to quali or practice😐 the other wags do it, why can't she?

username i just know lando had to beg her to come smh

username why are y'all so rude omg?? some ppl are introverts...

username when you're in the public eye, you don't get to be "introverted"🙃 username that's an insane take wtf?

username GUYS i think she's a uni student cause peep lando's story a few days ago🧐 that explains why she's never at gps

username so? i'm a senior and i went to the aus gp this year username okay... do you want a cookie ?

username if a wag is at all races she's fame-hungry, and if she doesn't she's unsupportive like make up y'all's minds pls 🙄

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username aw the 5th pic🥹

username do you think number six is y/n??👀 username 100%

username 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

username LANDO NOW WINS IKTRRRRR‼️🤩

username ofc y/n couldn't even be bothered to comment... and the most unsupportive wag award goes to y/n l/n!! congrats hun x

username y'all are weird YOU DON'T KNOW THESE PPL!! username it's the 'be kind' in ur bio for me miss gurl 🤡

username best day ever 🤧

lewishamilton 👏👏👏

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riabish sooo happy!!!

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username not ria being more of a gf then y/n oop username thanks for being such a good friend to lando, we love you💖

username next goal: beome world champion 👀👀

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harvard Final projects, theses, dissertations, and more! Check out what these soon-to-be graduates explored in some of their last assignements on campus.

Y/N's thesis navigated the intricate relationship between privacy and secure multi-party computation, enhancing data analysis while safeguarding sensitive information.

2. Steve's environmental science project examined urban development's impact on local biodiversity, providing insights for sustainable urban planning.

3. Nya's dentistry research poster explored new methods to improve dental implant success, promising better patient outcomes and oral healthcare.

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We are celebrating the extraordinary members of the Class of #Harvard24 🎓

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username 👏👏👏

username Awesome!

username Very good! Congrats to all these students!!💪

username wait am i tripping or is this y/n as in lando's gf y/n???😳 btw my biggest dream is to go to harvard in '26 !!!! 💕

username 😍😍

username streets are saying y/n goes to harvard so i had to come check and omg??😩

username no bc wag AND harvard girly?? just looked at myself and sighed fr... username now i feel bad for talking shit🫤

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username a win for women iktr 😌

username wow i'm so happy for her omg 🫶🫶 (jealous too but mostly happy loolol)

username LMAO are we the same person?

carlossainz55 👏👏👏

username now she has no excuse anymore

username if lando's completely happy with it all, why the hell are u upset? 🤡

username 2024 really gave us lando's first ever win and now this?? we love to see it 😍

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username we love you y/n <333 username i hope you'll be able to attend more races from now on!! i love seeing you in the paddock 💕

username the way i still haven't fully processed the fact that harvard gave her a shoutout goddamn🤯

usernmae not you calling that a shoutout bye💀💀

username AAHHHH YAYY CONGRATS Y/N YOU'RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE 🤍🤍🤍🤍

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[landograndprix]

╰┈➤ ❝ desire • l.n c.l ❞ xiii

part twelve - book 2

➪ Charles hasn't paid much attention to you after your daughter was born but a certain Brit does.

➪ life is going from bad to worse but maybe a bit of alone time is exactly what you need.

➪ mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando

➪ last part before we continue on desire book 2! Very annoyed because the site I used to edit the text messages is gone and now I have to change the whole aesthetic of the fic. Tag list is closed.

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pick up your phone

where are you?

babe text me back pls

text me pls

baby I'm sorry

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norrizz absolutely foul that they set you up with Danica all the time 😂

↳ bott_ass is like they want a cat fight on live television 💀

norris4 did you and lando break up?

milliexoxo didn't invite me for some waffles? Rude.

↳ oscarpastry pretty sure you were in the wrong garage 😉

carlandooo millie and Logan confirmed? 👀

oscarpastry she was just in williams garage, doesn't have to mean anything ofcourse but they've been seen together a couple times 👀

bobnorris did you break up with lando???

joris__trouche douce petite fille avec sa nouvelle amie 🦁 (sweet baby girl with her new friend)

↳ leclerc_16 it's been a while since I saw uncle joris in the comments 😭

landoooo why are y'all asking her if her and lando broke up?!

↳ norry4 just a stupid rumor going around again..

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y/nusername rien que nous deux 🌞 (just the two of us)

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norrizz oh..okay :(

hannahh going on a holiday all by myself with a toddler sounds like a nightmare to me, you go mom!

norry4 who remembers millie getting excited about her holiday to Greece with the 'norris bunch' 😔

↳ lan4lan stop she was so excited when y/n told her 😭

yukisan when was this?

norry4 one of mils her vlogs

hamilt44n fastest kid in the pool 🏎 💨

bott_ass put me in your suitcase next time please 😭

landoscar wonder why they broke up..

↳ clsixteen nothing had been confirmed yet, jeez y'all need to calm down

julieeeexo hope you guys enjoy your little girl vacation <3

landonorizzzz guys lando is still liking her posts, it's probably nothing (I'm delulu 😔)

↳ charliecharlie charles is also still in her likes and guess what they are? Not together anymore :(

landonorizzzz girl shut up 😭

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Hi there, it's been a while and I completely understand if you don't want to speak to me and feel free to ignore this message but I've been seeing all the things they've written about you and everything that's happened and I just need to know if you're doing alright, making sure zoë is doing good

I know we don't see eye to eye anymore but you were my best friend since we were little kids so I'll always think about you, I hope you understand that

I'd apologise a thousand times for what I said and did but I also understand you're done withe me

I'm asking for you to give me your whole story but a thumbs up to let me know you're okay would ease my mind

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Desire taglist; @fangirl-dot-cm @sainzluvrr @writingworlds @chezmardybum @lewisvinga @xjval @fanficweasley @rockyhayzkid @aundercover @thecubanator2 @minchedchilli @crimeshowjunkie @alisoncasey21 @eeviepepi08 @shamelesspotatos @sleepybrokenmelle @leireggsworld @janeholt3 @iamahalicinationn @dessxoxsworld @kapsylia @22yuki

Everything taglist; @thomaslefteyebrow @hopefulinlove @smoothopz @softboystarkey @honethatty12 @cixrosie @parkersmjs @ireadthensuetheauthors @celestialams @be-your-coffee-pot @heli991113 @kodzuvk @reality-is-a-con @80sloverry @bibissparkles @myescapefromthislife @lanando4 @elliegrey2803 @ravisinghs-wife @harrysdimple05 @minkyungseokie @pretty-little-bunny382728 @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @severewobblerlightdragon @cherry-piee @namgification @mycenterfold @devineendevers @celestialend @jsjcue @d3kstar @themislovesf1 @geehsf @mehrmonga @gentlemonsterworld

Lando taglist: @beatricemiruna @simp-for-fictional-people @landossainz @christianpulisic10 @bored-brunette2 @i83andrew @mcmuppet @justdreamersdream

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Rio taking y/n out on a date night while the kids are at his grandmothers for valentines. And coming home to flowers on the bed & [dream gift]. giving you a night you’ll never forget 💓

Oh, hell yes! I'm going to enjoy this one. My mind is already playing it out😆. Buckle up cause I got quite a bit to say for this one. I know...when don't I have a lot to say? In other words, I apologize in advance for the lengthiness😆. **whispers** This is an HC that morphed into a fic😏.

Anywho, here it goes. Hope y'all enjoy drawn-out sexual tension👀😈. It took everything in me to not make a mood board for this😂.

P.S. I would’ve posted this earlier, but this was a bit too spicy to post on the Lord's Day😆. I'm side-eyeing y'all sneaking in these lowkey headcanon requests. I've been spoiling my sweet lovelies lately😜♥️. Tagging some lovelies at the end💓.

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Valentine's Day is doubly the celebration for you and your hubby. Rio is all about giving his wifey the world. He wasn’t surprised when you suggested the two of you get married on said day. Now, here the two of you were, eight years (yes, your firstborn was four at the time) and four kids later, celebrating your tenth anniversary on the day of love. Rio always did his best to make sure Valentine’s Day was special.

You had been sleeping peacefully when your eyes fluttered open, and a soft moan slipped from your lips. Not wanting to make any noises to awaken the children, you tucked your bottom lip between clenched teeth. Your digits slipped under the comforter, sliding down your body and landing on Rio’s head.

It’s what my ass gets for always sleeping in the nude. Hubby can just dive in whenever he gets good and ready.

A muffled “Morning baby” sounded below the covers. His tongue slid up your sex, circling the bundle of nerves. Rocking your hips against Rio, he sucked harder. Head tilting back, you could feel the erotic moan about to release. You covered your mouth, trying to remain quiet. Releasing your pearl, Rio inserted two fingers inside you, scissoring. His other hand snaked its way from under the sheets snatching your hand away from your mouth. His fingers sped inside you as he rasped, “Let me hear you, mama. The munchkins are with your momma. Scream for me, baby.”

The speed of his movements increased more as his lips curled around your bud again. Your legs started to tremble as you cried out for him.

“Shit! Rio!”

His head pulled away once more as his digits stilled inside you. You whined at the loss of his lips and his hand.

“Now you know that’s not what I want to hear, mama. What’s my name?”

Three of his fingers swiped back and forth across your ball of nerves rapidly. Eyes rolling backward, your head tilted back as your mouth fell open.

“Damn it, Rio. Daddy!”

His mouth attached to you again as he growled against your sex.

“There you go, mama.”

Rio swirled and dipped his tongue continually. It was only a matter of minutes before he pulled an orgasm from your writhing body. Licking you clean, he trailed kisses inside your thighs and up your torso. His lips found yours, kissing you hungrily. His pelvis ground against you as your thighs spread wider. The fact that he was still wearing underwear made you pout.

“I need you inside me,” you whined.

“Sorry, mama. That’s going to have to wait.”

You kissed your teeth as he chuckled. You grabbed at the waistband of his boxer briefs as his eyebrow quirked, lip tucked between his teeth. Just as your hand slid beneath it, Rio removed it, wrapping his other hand around your throat.

“You know better. Behave, mama.”

“Why can’t I have you now,” you continued to whine.

“Don’t be a brat. You gon’ get all this work, but not until tonight, darlin’.”

“Cocky ass.”

“Get your bratty ass up. I got a surprise for you, wifey.”

“Unless the surprise is: you rearranging my guts, I’m not interested,” you sassed.

“Mama,” Rio warned.

“Fine. I just find it funny you get pussy when you want it, but I have to wait for the dick.”

Rio ran his hand down his face and took a deep breath. His eyes slowly opened, fixing you with that familiar stare. The one that usually kept you in check. Rolling your eyes playfully, you slipped out of bed, wrapping up in a silk robe. He held the bedroom door open for you, slapping your behind as you stepped out into the hallway.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, keep your hands to yourself.”

“Now, had I done that, your ass would've pitched a fit, asking if I didn’t love you anymore? Dramatic ass. Just go to the damn kitchen, mama,” he retorted.

His hands grabbed your waist, leading you to the destination. Rio hugged you from behind as you smiled at the breakfast he had set out for the two of you. Spinning in his arms, you wrapped them around his neck. Standing on your toes, you reached up, pecking his lips.

“Thank you, papa.”

Rio smirked, grabbing a handful of your backside. He kissed you back. Guiding you to the table, he pulled out your chair. The two of you sat in silence, enjoying your food. He could see that you had something on your mind.

“Why the sad face, mama?”

“I didn’t get to tell my babies Happy Valentine’s Day before they left out.”

Chuckling at how dramatic you could be, Rio responded, “They are with your mama now, but they’ll be with my grandma tonight. Mom’s bringing them back to pick up their overnight bags and give you the special present they made for Mommy. She’ll drop them off to my grandmother.”

The smile that stretched across your face put one on Rio’s.

“Dramatic ass. Nana and I decided it would be nice for just the two of us to have breakfast. Do you honestly think the three of us would have you go a day without spoiling our babies? ”

“No,” you answered, smiling shyly.

“Why do you always have to be so damn cute, mama? It’s getting harder for me to keep from bending you over this kitchen table.”

“Do it then-.”

“I’ve planned the day for you, darlin’. Just think of it as foreplay.”

“You did that shit on purpose. We’ll see who’s begging who by the end of the night.”

“Mama, you know you can’t hold out. Now do me a favor. Go shower and get ready for the day. I’m taking my wife shopping. Then lunch, and after that, I’m dropping you off.  I scheduled a hair and nail appointment for you. We have dinner reservations tonight,” he finished, leaning in and rubbing his thumb across your chin.

You sprang from your seat, going over to straddle your husband. His hands rubbed your sides as you kissed his neck.

“You cleared your schedule for today,” you asked excitedly.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and our eighth anniversary. Of course, I did, darlin’. Yeah, I was busy last year, but I still made the night special,” he smiled cockily.

“Yes, it resulted in yet another pregnancy scare.”

“Who was scared? Not me. Missed my shot that time, but I knocked that pussy out the frame the next.”

“Only cause I begged you for a son,” you boasted.

Rio pinched your ass, “Go get ready.”

“Ow! Rio, stop,” you chastised him, hopping off his lap.

Bending down, you kissed his cheek, thanking him for everything he did.

“I can’t believe you scheduled appointments for me, baby. That’s the cutest, sweetest shit ever.”

“Keep that between us, mama. I don’t need any of these weak ass bitches questioning my street cred,” he joked.

“Secrets safe with me, papa.”

“Gimme another fuckin’ kiss,” he demanded, holding your chin.

Rio stole some kisses and released your face, watching your butt jiggle as you walked away. You made your way to the bedroom, hopping in the shower. Not even five minutes after stepping under the steaming water, you felt Rio’s arms wrap around your waist. His lips ghosted your shoulder as his lower appendage pressed against you. He came close to kissing your shoulder as his arm reached around to pluck his body wash from the shelf.

“You don’t mind me joining you? Do you, mama?” whispered in your ear as he started washing himself.

“Not at all. I know what you’re trying to do, Rio. You almost had me, but I’ll ignore that little stunt you tried to pull. You ass,” you grumbled, hiding a smile.

Helping each other wash the hard-to-reach places. You did your best to keep your hands to yourselves. The sexual tension was high as the both of you dried one another. Wanting Rio to suffer just as much, you chose a skin-tight sundress for the day’s activities. This particular dress happened to be Rio’s personal favorite. It clung to every curve of your body and had slender straps. It perfectly accentuated both your breast and butt.

“You trying to put everything on display today, mama?”

“I thought this was your favorite? I just wanted to make you happy, Daddy,” you replied with a faux pout.

“Yeah, that’s why you wore it. Bring your sexy ass on,” Rio teased, pulling your hand into his and dragging you out the door.

The two of you enjoyed a few hours of shopping and lunch. To your surprise, Rio had rented out a private room in the restaurant for the two of you. He spent what time he should’ve been eating, leaving light kisses here and there. The more time you two spent together, the thicker the sexual tension grew for the pair of you.

“Eat your food, babe,” you playfully teased.

“I’d rather eat you,” he smirked as his hand rubbed and squeezed your thigh under the table.

“Rio, stop. I’m not giving in.”

“You want to, though. Don’t you, mama,” he questioned. “It’s a shame this goes down to your ankles. I’d love to get my hand on or inside your panties,” he finished with a nip to your chin.

“Now you’re starting to piss me off.”

“Are you pissed off or horny, darlin’?”

“Both,” you groaned through clenched teeth as you snatched his hand from your thigh.

Rio’s hand circled your throat, “Don’t fight me, mama. It’s only going to make things worse,” he growled, licking and biting your chin once more.

Clearing your throat and inhaling a deep breath, you checked the time. You exhaled, thankful it was time to head to your hair and nail appointment. Both salons were only a few spaces down from one another. Rio pulled up in front of the nail salon. Grasping your chin softly, he pulled you into a slow and demanding kiss. Your eyes fluttered open as he ended it.

“Both bills have already been taken care of. Tip included. I need to handle some things. Mick will be here in about five. He’ll drive you back to the house when you get done. Stay safe. Love you, mama.”

“Love you too, papa. Stay dangerous.”

“Always, my little rider,” he licked his lips.

His eyes raked over your curves as you stood to close the passenger door. Appreciating his penetrating gaze, you leaned into the window. You stretched your neck for one last kiss. Rio groaned his tongue, tracing his bottom lip, grabbing himself outside his jeans.

“Wait until tonight. You’re going to pay for wearing that dress, darlin'. I’m about to go deep sea diving tonight,” Rio teased, eyes darkening. 

You giggled, backing away from the vehicle. Spinning on your heels, you switched your way down the sidewalk. Rio crept beside you, catcalling out the window, “Excuse me, miss? Aye, sundress!”

You turned, walking backward while laughing and rolling your eyes.

“Where’s your husband at, mama? You too fine to be wandering the streets by yourself.”

“Boy, stop. My baby father will spin you.”

“Yeah, alright. You better stop playing out here. I’ll see you back at the house, darlin’.”

You had tried to phone your mother to check in on the kids.  She let you know things were going smoothly and quickly ended the call. While under the dryer, you texted Rio, but he was short and to the point. You felt slightly offended that everyone was rushing off the phone. Girl, get a grip. Everybody is doing their own thing right now. Don’t take it personally. I’m dramatic as hell. Brushing the feeling of neglect away, you enjoyed the rest of the pampering process.

By the time you and Mick had pulled into your driveway, exhaustion had settled in. You didn’t see Rio’s car parked in the driveway. A little bummed, you shook it off. He better not miss the dinner reservation. I could go for a nap anyway. Walking into the house, you placed your keys and handbag on the console table. You pulled out your phone while kicking your sandals off and placing them on the shoe rack. Climbing the stairs, you headed toward your bedroom to take a quick nap. Creeping toward your bedroom door, you started to phone Rio, but you heard little giggles from the master suite. A grin fell over your face as you softly pushed the door open. There were all the faces you wanted to see most. Rio was tickling the baby girl, and the two oldest girls were arguing over who was to make their baby brother’s bottle. They hadn’t noticed you standing at the entrance. Rio was about to break up the argument, but you stepped in. 

“One of you go make the bottle, and the other can feed him. For someone who complained about the many siblings they have, you sure do like taking control of responsibilities for the little one,” you teased your oldest.

They all looked up at you in surprise. Rio’s eyes scanned your body for the millionth time that day.

“Hey, mama.”

“MOMMY!”

All three girls jumped up from the bed, rushing you. Little arms circle your body from different directions. Wiggling your arms free, they continued to hug around your waist as you kissed each of their foreheads.

“I missed my babies! Were you good for Nana?”

“Yes, ma’am,” they answered in unison once more.

“That’s my babies.”

Those lips that always made you tingle brushed your cheek softly. The girls gave their father some space to get to you as he stole a quick kiss, handing the little man over.

“I’ve heard the words, ‘When is mommy coming?’ At least twenty times in that last ten minutes. Mom went home to check on your pops for a little bit. She’ll be back to take them over to their great grandma’s. I get the feeling those two women are up to something,” Rio teased.

“Daddy, can we do it now?”

“Yes, little mama. Follow them, baby.”

Not having time to ask questions, Three pairs of hands tugged you downstairs.

“Girls, slow down a bit. You’re giving the poor baby whiplash.”

Your son paid it no mind, bouncing and giggling in your arms. Rio followed behind, loving how excited your children were. The entire crew shuffled into the living room. Your eyes scanned the many valentines cards, flowers, and gift boxes on the coffee table. With watery eyes, you turned to your family.

“Is all of this for me?”

“Yes, Mommy. You gots lots of stuff.”

“It’s all for you, darlin’.”

“Well, momma. Go ahead and open some of your gifts. Read the cards we picked out for you,” your oldest chimed.

The middle baby reached for her baby brother as Rio held your hand, bringing you to the gifts. Wiping the tears that managed to spill, he chuckled, “ Don’t cry, mama. Come. Open.”

There were two bouquets of red roses and a card from each family member (baby included).

“Daddy helpeded us pick out our cards, Mommy.”

“He’s a sweet daddy, huh?”

“Da sweetest,” she shouted.

“Chill, little mama,” Rio laughed. “You turned my babies into mini fashionistas. These little rugrats even helped their pops pick out a few things. Daddy had the rest covered, though.”

The eldest child rolled her eyes as her little sisters giggled. Each card was sweet and displayed parts of each child’s personality. The baby’s card did you in. Rio had taken it upon himself to dab his chubby little feet in paint and stamped the card. The waterworks went off, and Rio kissed your tears away. You unwrapped two large boxes of chocolate, a few pairs of shoes, and two beautiful flowy dresses. It tickled you how excited the girls were to show which gift they picked out.

“Look, momma! The dress I picked out for you has pockets. Sissy’s does, too,” the eldest child said about the middle girl.

“I gots you da shoes, momma. Well, one is from me. The other I picked, but they from Bubba,” your baby girl cooed at her brother.

“I love all my gifts so much! Thank you, sweet babies,” you praised, kissing all your children.

Rio cleared his throat, “Alright, give momma kisses, and get washed up for grandma’s house. Your Nana will be here soon. Word on the street is she has pizza waiting on some badass little munchkins.”

“Daddy, you tussin’! No bad words.”

“Yes, ma’am. You got it, boss.”

Rio waited for the kids to leave the room before wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“Thank you for the roses, baby.”

“Anything for wifey. The kids got you the other vase.”

“They broke your pockets, huh?”

“Honestly, no. Those cute little divas wanted to pay for it themselves. I put in little man’s share. The little finesse princess shared some of her piggy bank money. The two oldest dipped into their savings and did some work for their grandmothers throughout the month.”

“You know I’m going to need receipts. I’m putting every last penny back where it came from.”

“No, ma’am. Your oldest knew you’d pull that shit. She instructed me to keep you from doing so.”

“That little girl thinks she’s grown,” you joked. 

“I may have a gift or two stashed somewhere.” His head dipped into the crook of your neck as he inhaled the scent of your perfume.

“Damn, you always smell good,” he groaned, sucking your neck as his left hand groped your breast.

“First off, the kids are here. Second, we’re waiting until tonight. Remember,” you mocked him.

“Them being around ain’t never stopped me before, mama. Keep playing with me. Your ass ain’t getting any sleep tonight.”

Getting the kids ready and out the door, you checked the clock and started freaking out.

“Damn, Rio. I still have to find something to wear, get dressed, and do my makeup.”

“You can’t do that in two hours?”

“Do you even know who you married,” you joked. “I guess I can do my best, but please don’t rush perfection.”

“Come on. We might as well shower together again.”

“Your ass just wants to see me naked,” you sassed as you walked into your bedroom.

The sarcasm faded and changed to shock.

“Baby, what’s this? I know that’s not the midi dress from House of CB. The one I’ve kept talking myself out of buying.”

“Yes, it is. You’re going to look so fucking good in it, mama. Hope we make it through dinner,” he rasped, smacking your behind. “Come shower with me. Foreplay counts as giving in, huh?”

“I mean, you gave me head this morning. That didn’t count, so I don’t see why I can’t return the favor.”

The doorbell sounded, and you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Relax, mama. It’s just Mick doing me a favor. He’s just ringing the bell to let me know he’s here. He can let himself out. Now, about that head. You trying to give me some neck, mama?”

“‘Til my jaws lock,” you answered seductively.

He threw you over his shoulder, smacking your butt. You squealed and giggled as he carted you off to the shower. Rio didn’t expect you to suck the soul out of him. His legs nearly gave out as he snatched you from the shower floor.

“It’s taking every fiber within me not to pound that pussy into oblivion. Let’s get this damn dinner reservation over with.”

“Fuck the reservation. Let’s skip it altogether.”

“No, you need to eat. Trust me. You’ll need the energy.”

The shower had lasted much longer than anticipated. There was only an hour left for you to finish getting ready. Shimmying into the snug dress, you slipped your robe over it to rush through your makeup routine.

“Do me a favor real quick, baby. Can you run downstairs and grab me a bottle of water,” he asked, towel hanging dangerously low around his waist.

“Papa, I still have to do my makeup. Don’t you want to leave the house on time,” you questioned.

“Just real quick, mama.”

“Yeah, I got you, babe,” you huffed.

You sped down the steps and bounded into the kitchen. A screech tumbled from your lips as you came to a halt. Your hand flew to your chest, trying to soothe your erratic heartbeat. You scowled at your best friend, who was cackling at the fact that she startled you.

“Y/B/F/N, what the hell are you doing, hiding in my kitchen?”

“Bitch ain’t nobody lurking in this damn kitchen. Your baby daddy requested my services,” she responded as her hand pointed to her makeshift makeup station. I tried to give my brother-in-law a discount, but he insisted he’d pay double. Love that for me,” she shrugged. “Sit yo ass down. I need to hurry up and beat that face beautiful face. If you two spent less time fucking, we wouldn’t have to rush. Nasty asses.

“Bitch, hush and do my damn makeup. Wasn’t nobody fucking.”

It was true, to an extent. I just sucked that man dry.

Rio swaggered into the kitchen, fastening his watch as you sat at the island, getting your makeup done and hair refreshed. He had finished getting ready. Rio wore a dark button-up, pants, and designer kicks. All black, just the way you both liked. His cologne wafted in the air, making you want to jump his bones. It was almost painful how hard you were biting your lip. Eyes roaming from head to toe. His brown orbs found yours as he walked over. Rio’s thumb tugged your bottom lip free as he suckled at it.

“You like your surprise, mama? I never did get that water,” he teased.

“Yes, I do. Thank you times a million, baby.”

“Unh-uh! Don’t mess up her lip combo. Here you go smudging up my work of art. Rude ass,” your friend joked. She jerked your head in her direction as she finished retouching your hair. “Stop eye fucking that poor man, sis. He’s not going anywhere. Damn.”

“Now look, don’t be salty because your ass is in a two-year drought.”

“It’s called celibacy, bitch,” she laughed. “Your damn hair’s finished. You and hubby need to get going. I’ll clean and lock up. Love you, boo.” Saying goodbyes to one another, she turned to do her and Rio’s annoying ass handshake. “You need to put me on one of your balling-ass associates. I’m trying to be a wifey like my good sis,” she sassed.

“You’re my sis and all, but you not built for this life. Little trigger finger over there can handle it,” Rio chuckled.

“True, her little thugged-out ass is always ready to ride. How can someone so prissy be so vicious? Anyway, you two go on. You have fifteen minutes to leave the house.”

“Shit! I don’t even have my shoes, accessories, or clutch.”

You turned to race to the bedroom, but Rio gently grasped your arm.

“Chill, mama. It’s all right here.”

He bent forward, allowing you to balance one hand on his back as he slipped on the golden strappy-heeled sandals. Buckling them for you, Rio trailed his hands back up your legs. He admired the knee-length rose-colored dress and how it hugged your hips. His tongue traced his lips as he took in the split that went up your thigh and how the plunging neckline had the girls on display.

“Clocks ticking, Daddy. We should get going,” you whispered.

Nodding his head, he took your hand, leading you to the black G-wagon parked in the garage. He made sure to help you inside, securing your seatbelt. Hustling over to the driver's side, he hopped in, and the two of you were off.

“Another private setting? Rio, baby. This place had to have been pretty pricey. It’s too much.”

He hugged your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Nothing’s too much for you, darlin’. Don’t you know I’d give you the world,” Rio murmured, sucking your earlobe. “The quicker we eat, the faster I can get you out of this dress.”

At that moment, a rumble sounded in your stomach.

“Let’s get you fed.”

“I’d rather eat something else.”

“Mama,” Rio pleaded. “You’re killing me.”

Being the only occupants of the restaurant, you were instantly seated, orders following. With no one around, the two of you continued the game of cat and mouse. Slight touches here and there grew into groping one another. Somehow you had made it from your seat to Rio’s lap. One hand toying with the slit of your dress, and the other wrapped firmly around your neck.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he groaned as your backside pressed against his lap, grinding.

“I’m just readjusting, Daddy.”

His sarcastic chuckle echoed inside the empty restaurant.

“Right. Of course, you are.”

His hand stopped playing with your slit, creeping under the hem. Rio’s warm muscular fingers made contact with your bare, sticky folds. His eyes darkened as the hand around your neck tightened. Closing them tight, he growled lowly. A whimper danced along your lips as his pointer and middle finger swiped at you, stopping at your nub and circling it slowly. Rio’s digits trailed back down, sliding into your entrance leisurely. He kept the pace excruciatingly slow, and your hips bucked, trying to get him to go faster.

“Rio, I’m begging you. Please, speed it up, baby.”

He didn’t oblige and went even slower. Your hand circled his wrist, and his hand tightened around your throat. Rio growled, “No. Take it or fucking leave it. That’s all your ass is getting right now.”

Rio continued to play with you as you panted. The more you whined and begged, the slower he went.  He relented somewhat as his thumb danced around your clit, adding a bit of pressure. Slowly, you began to climb toward a release. He felt your muscles tighten around his fingers. Rio smirked as the waiter returned with your dinner. You nearly lost your mind and self-control as Rio’s hand slipped from under your dress.

“Time to eat,” Rio announced.

“I’ll say,” you shot back, plopping back into your seat. “Chill with that cocky ass grin. I’m frustrated enough.”

Rio leaned toward you, “Feel free to submit, sweetheart. This here is a private show. I’ll gladly lay you across this table. If I were you, I’d fill up. Keep thinking this is a game. You really will need your strength tonight,” he finished slicing a piece of his steak, offering it to you. Glossy lips wrapped around his fork as an x-rated moan slipped from your mouth.

Rio chuckled, nodding to himself. “I’m falling in that pussy tonight. Hurry up and finish your food,” he demanded, devouring his own.

It had only been twenty minutes when you two pushed away empty plates. The waiter smiled as you both said no to dessert in unison. Handling the tab and leaving a generous tip, Rio practically dragged you to the front, where the valet had the car waiting. Tipping him, your handsome husband helped you into the passenger side. You kept your hands in your lap clasped, trying to fight the urge to touch him. He sped home, picking you up and carrying you in the house, straight to the bedroom. 

Even with your lips locked in a heated kiss, Rio managed to carry you up the stairs and into the room. Kicking the door closed, he placed you back on your feet and spun you around to take in the surroundings. You gasped at the beautiful setup.

“How,” you questioned him in shock. Pausing a moment, you continued, “Y/B/F/N?” Rio smiled mischievously, nodding his head yes. “No wonder she was adamant about locking up after us. Not you and my sis in cahoots the entire night.”

Your eyes watered as you took in the scene. Rose petals covered the bed and floor, with the lights turned low. At the foot of the bed were two different boxes. One package was black with white lettering, and the other white with gold lettering. She also took the liberty of laying out a fancy lingerie set.

“Respectfully, I won’t be needing the set tonight. Not to sound too harsh, but I’m trying to get knocked down tonight.”

“Open your gifts,” he laughed.

A devilish grin painted your features as you removed the lid from the white box. Inside was a new silk robe. As you pulled it out, you noticed it was black, lace, and see-through. Little left to the imagination. “I’m guessing you picked this out?” Rio’s eyebrows raised in confirmation. 

“Just lay that across the bed. You’ll be needing it later. Look in the other box.”

You slid the white bow from around the black box. The lettering on the bow took you by surprise. “Rio! Chanel? Stop playing,” Your hands hurriedly lifted the lid off, tearing through the tissue paper. 

“No, you did not!”

“I did, mama.”

Your lip trembled, “Rio, I’m speechless. I can’t believe you got me the bag I’ve been obsessing over for months. I can’t believe you bought this for me. Your ass be paying attention.” You raced to a smiling Rio and leaped into his arms, landing kisses all over his face. 

“Thank you, baby. You outdid yourself this year. How can I ever repay you, baby?” 

He held you close, staring at you lovingly. Rio tucked a wand curl behind your ear, placing you back on your feet.

“Every gift was well deserved. Eight years is a long time. You held me down in so many ways. I’ve lost count. You’ve been rocking with me for over a decade and some change. You brought my first baby girl into this world before I married you. As long as we were together, that’s all that mattered. You’ve played so many different roles in my life. Outside of being my wife, you’ve been my lady, lover, baby mother, partner in crime, and in some cases, my little shooter. You stayed down anytime I got into some shit and had to finesse my way out of a messy situation. Your fine ass took care of the money, hired the lawyers, and helped out with my son when I couldn’t be there. You bonded and formed a friendship, an alliance with my ex-wife. You help her with Marcus, and she takes our kids with her helping you get a break. You never passed judgment or grew tired of me and walked away. It takes a strong woman to accept and endure what comes with this lifestyle. We’re for life, mama. You deserve all this shit and more. I love you.”

“I don’t know whether I want to cry or suck you up. When you say all those sweet and beautiful words, I can’t decide between wanting to be a crybaby or begging you to slut me out.”

“You’ve cried enough today, mama. Choose the second option.”

Rio tossed you on the bed, spreading your legs. His fingers found themselves buried in your heat once more. Pumping in and out of your dripping canal, he smiled as he watched you tremble. Hands pulling at the bedding, a litany of moans and whimpers came from your lips.

“Enough of all this damn foreplay. I give in. Please, I desperately need you inside me.”

“That’s what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck me as if you hate me,” you purred.

“And you wonder why we have so many kids. You say freaky shit like that. What do you expect,” he questioned.

Rio made haste with his zipper as he pushed his pants and briefs low enough to free himself.  Your body moved further up the bed, allowing him to join you. Rio placed his hands on the back of your thighs. Pushing backward, you felt him press your knees to your shoulders. 

His thick member dipped inside you. Rio slid until you were full, taking pride in the erotic sounds echoing throughout the bedroom. He pumped into you at a fast pace. 

“Wait, let me take this dress off. I’ll be pissed if this dress tears.”

One swift move had your husband yanking the dress off. He stripped bare, climbing back between your thighs. He placed your legs over his shoulders, thrusting back into your valley. No longer able to fight his carnal desires, Rio pounded into your soft flesh. Dropping your legs down, he flipped onto his back, forcing you to straddle him. He loved watching your body bounce as you cried his name. Exhaustion settled in, and Rio took over. Impaling you on his rod, he pinned you to his lap, thrusting from below. Crying into the crook of his neck, you begged him for permission to come.

“You close, baby? It’s okay. Go on, mama, come for me. I know you’re overstimulated-grab the headboard. Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

Rio continued to pound away as he littered your breast with kisses. His hands gripped your cheeks as he drove you toward the brink. Your hands held tight to the headboard as you mewled, tears still streaming.

“Christoper, I don’t know if I can-.”

“Shhh, mama. You can take it. I know you can. Be my good girl. Can you do that, darlin’? Answer me,” he encouraged, giving a light smack to your backside.

“Ye-yes, Daddy. So close. Baby!”

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he praised, giving powerful strokes.

Rio’s hand crept between the two of you. He circled your sensitive bud, giving it a slight pinch. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shook as you screamed his name. Rio pulled your arms from the headboard, wrapping them around his neck. His thrusts slowed, giving you time to recover.

“You good,” he questioned.

He chuckled at the faint “mmhmm” as you leaned against him, trying to catch your breath. His hand stroked your back, leaving light kisses on your shoulder. As you shifted in his lap, he twitched inside your warm heat. Rio groaned, and you knew he was struggling. He wanted to give you time to recover. The thought only made you crave him all over again. Your hips moved in a circular motion, pulling him deeper.

“Fu-. Shit, just like that. Ride that dick, mama.”

Your hands pressed against his chest, laying him back. You bent forward, bodies creating friction, as your lips tangled with his, riding him hard. Rio’s hand massaged your soft globes, his head falling against the pillow as the veins in his neck pulsed. He switched between grabbing and slapping at your behind. The both of you panted as you drew closer to climax. In a strained voice, Rio groaned, “Can feel you squeezing me. Let go again, mama.”

You gladly granted his request, calling out his name, shaking like crazy. You laid on Rio’s chest, damn near lifeless, as he drove toward his release. One hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other lifted you a bit. Rio sent several strong thrusts, grunting as he released inside you. The two of you held each other in silence, coming back down. When Rio finally spoke, you were half asleep as his lips brushed your forehead.

“Don’t go to sleep just yet.”

He rolled you onto your side of the bed, leaning toward his. You whined at the loss of contact.

“Come back. I’m cold, and I want cuddles,” you said with a pout.

“I’m not going anywhere. Give me a second, mama.”

Rio opened the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a smaller Chanel box. He rolled back over, curling his arm around you. He smirked at the shocked expression and handed it over.

“No more gifts, papa. You’ve spoiled me eno-.”

“Relax. Just open it,” Rio demanded, playfully biting your neck.

The box’s contents left you puzzled as your husband smiled at you.

“Thank you for the vintage keychain, baby. It’s adorable,” you beamed.

“Mama, pull it out of the box,” he insisted.

The keychain contained a silver key. Your eyes narrowed suspiciously, “What are you up to? What’s this key's purpose?”

“The family keeps growing. When we found out our baby boy was on the way. You started prepping and planning the nursery right away. Nearly drove me crazy trying to make space for him. I suggested turning my office or man cave into his nursery. You insisted we give him the glam room, or as I like to call it, your little hen house. Your bossy ass wouldn’t have it any other way. Those are just one of the selfless acts you’ve done for your family. Day in and day out, you do so much for us. We all owe you endless gratitude, mama. What better way to show appreciation than to buy my lady a bigger home? That house we drove passed the other day? I asked if you’d like to live in a neighborhood like that. Cribs all yours, darlin’.”

You tackled him with hugs and kisses. Rio’s back rested against the headboard as he pulled you between his legs. Arms around your waist, he held you close. You grew quiet, and Rio knew what you were thinking.

“Stop worrying about the money. You know that’s not an issue. I've been stacking bread and putting it aside for all of this. The plan had been in motion for months. You know I don’t play when it comes to money.”

“I know, but you spent so much.”

“Hey,” he grabbed your chin, tilting it in his direction. “You’re worth every penny and then some,” he whispered, stealing yet another kiss.

“I just feel bad. All I got you was a card and chocolates.”

“I told you not to get me anything. Your hard-headed ass.”

“Damn right! I can spoil you if I want. Speaking of gifts,” you purred as you wiggled loose from his hold.

Climbing out of bed, you slipped into the La Perla robe Rio bought. Your hips swayed over to your side of the closet. His eyes followed the entire time. Tossing a sneaky grin over your shoulder, you opened it up, plucking three boxes off the shelf. You crawled back into bed, snuggling into his side, placing each box in his lap.

“Happy anniversary and Valentine’s Day, papa.”

He shook his head, acting like he was upset. He reached for the slender black box first.

“No, baby. Save that one for last.”

“Your bossy ass,” he joked.

The medium-sized box contained two different sets of colognes. Rio licked his lips, appreciating that you knew his signature scents. He thanked you, giving your bottom lip a playful bite. Sitting them aside, he opened the second box.

“I’ve been putting money aside, too,” you explained, smiling shyly.

“Okay, wife! You laced your boy with a new Rolex. See what I mean? Selfless, thoughtful, and generous. I should’ve known you’d buy me gifts. Even though I specifically told you not to.”

“Open the last one,” you instructed, bouncing with excitement.

Rio pulled the slender box open, and his eyes grew wide. His head turned in your direction. Mouth hanging open, he looked at you in disbelief. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Mama? Stop playing with me. You for real,” he asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

A fresh set of tears clouded your vision. You managed to nod your head yes. Rio’s eyes landed back on the pictures in his hand.

“Good thing you bought that house. You’re getting that sixth baby you’ve been going on about,” you joked. “You’re breaking the news to the kids. I have a feeling the baby boy knows. He’s been extra cuddly. Resting his head on my stomach too.”

“No wonder why you’ve been on me heavily. You've been clingy, more than usual. You were popping up at the warehouses, begging me to take you across my desk. Always trying to fuck in the car, and you pulled me in the dressing room the other day,  horny ass,” Rio teased.

“Says the man who was happy to dig me out. Miss me with that.”

“What can I say? Happy wife, happy life,” he responded, rubbing your stomach and kissing it.

“I know one damn thing. After this baby, we’re both getting fixed. You obviously can’t be trusted.”

Rio kissed his teeth, “I don’t know about all that,” he shrugged.

“I’m serious, Rio.”

“I hear you, mama,” he replied in a not-so-convincing tone.

No matter what he says, I’m getting my tubes tied after this one. I love my children, but mommy’s tired. No amount of persuasion is talking me out of this shit. He’s a smooth-talking sexy ass man, and I need to learn how to dodge that shit.

Rio’s hands dipped into your robe, distracting you from said topic.

“I think it’s about time for round two, mama.”

I’m going to be sore tomorrow. I love that for me.

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not me googling what smau is lolol so i did one w mat barzal cause i haven't written a whole lot of him, hope thats ok!! also this time instead of having like "user1" i went and found randomly generated usernames! also don't mind me casually throwing tay launter in hahahaha i love the squeeze podcast

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Pink Scarf - Part 20 (Elvis/Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: kinda

(Read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist!)

Prompt: You are part of Elvis Presley's coveted inner circle, and the currently-disgruntled wife of one of the members of Elvis' famous entourage, the Memphis Mafia. After Elvis' dynamite first performance in Vegas, you find yourself in deep water when his magnetism finally gets to you after all these years.  [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: SEXXXXXXXX. Dom/sub stuff. Angst (as always). Fluff (finally)? Medication/drug use/overdose mentions. Dub con mentions(sort of?). Cussing. Infidelity. Historical inaccuracies in the Vegas timeline. Priscilla doesn't exist in this timeline.  

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+, so minors Do NOT Interact)        ||     Word Count: 15.2k (CUZ Y'ALL DESERVE IT)

A/N:  🎶And now, the end is near/And so I face the final curtain🎶

Babies, we are at the end. I don't know what to say other than thank you all so very much, thank you for you patience, and I'm gonna miss the hell out of Reader and Elvis and their stupid, mutual pining asses. (I'm not crying, you are!) 😭 Oh, and I highly recommend listening to Without Love (I Have Nothing) (1969) before reading the middle section here. I've included the first takes to the final master version because the first takes are stripped down & give more of the intimate feel I was getting at, but the final master is excellent, so I wanted to give you listening options! It'll really give you an idea of what the moment feels and sounds like! (I'm such a nerd, I know. Also, only Elvis could nail a song like this in a few takes, lord have mercy.)

I will write a short Epilogue sometime soon, so stay tuned! Also, I am very seriously thinking about publishing a physical book of Pink Scarf (and a Kindle version, too) BUT ONLY IF people are wanting and willing to buy it! It would likely include new bonus chapters/material. Please let me know in the comments, asks, or DMs if this is something you want! Like I said, I don't wanna do it if no one wants it, so let me know!

I sincerely hope y'all will stick around for my next projects as I try to get my writing career off the ground. Y'all are the OG's and the best fans a girl could ask for! 💗

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Finally, I am so FREAKIN' GRATEFUL for every single one of you babies, honeys, and lil' mamas supporting me out there, YOU ARE EXTRAORDINARY! I didn't in a million years expect this kind of support and response for Pink Scarf, and your reactions, reblogs, messages, asks, and comments you've given me have been a blessing beyond expression. You all are the best community a writer could ask for! Thank you so much for your support. I am loving getting to know y'all better! I love every single reaction and comment and ask, and I'm sorry if I don't get back to them all as soon as I'd like but know that I love you all and am so excited to be making new friends! And a big "Hey, Y'all!" to our friends from Elvis Twitter, Elvis Discord, and Elvis Instagram--I see and appreciate you coming over to join us! 👀💋

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I imagined this with Elvis in mind, but Austin!Elvis works here, too, whatever floats your boat! 

Apologies in advance if there are any grammatical errors or TW that I didn't catch. 

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Stop her, stop her, stop her…

The words echo in his head, but Elvis is frozen to the spot, watching your back as you walk out the door and possibly out of his life, feeling so raw he fears his heart might liquify and pour out of his mouth. The way you look so angry, more angry than he’s ever seen you, and so disappointed in him—it breaks his goddamn heart. Your vitriol paralyzes him, drying up the words that he can’t seem to tell you.

But he’s done it all for you, every stupid decision he made, he did in the name of love—and of keeping you safe and keeping you sane (you fuckin’ liar, you know that ain’t true, he lambasts himself).

“You screwed with our lives because you could. You and your fucking egomaniacal, insane, manipulative bullshit…” Your words cut like daggers into his skin. He wants those words to be utterly untrue, outright lies, but he knows—he knows—that you are not entirely off base.

And perhaps that’s been the problem all along: he doesn’t truly believe he deserves you. For all the reasons you spit at him and for the fact that he has ruined you in more ways than one.

But the one crucial thing you are dead wrong about is that he didn’t care, that he’d just fucked you and wanted to pretend it never happened. He may be many of the things you said—egotistical, manipulative, stupid for lying to you—but he loves you, more than he has ever been able to express.

If anything, he’s cared too much.

But you are convinced of the opposite and, stupidly, he didn’t tell you any different.

This is the thing that finally gets him moving. His heart thrums in his chest as he races out the door, desperate to catch up to you. He looks around frantically for you, barely processing the confused and pitied looks of the men around him and flies out the main door of the penthouse suite.

“Y/n!” he shouts, hoping he can salvage this because he needs you more than he needs air to breathe.

I love you, I love you, I love you! screams in his mind but not out of his mouth, for reasons he can’t entirely explain. He arrives in the hallway just in time to see the elevator doors close behind you.

He’s too late.

“Fuck!!” he screams, and without thinking turns and plunges his fist into the wall. Plaster and paint flake around the new divot and burning pain radiates up his arm.

He nearly collapses from the way his heart tears in two, the gravity of the situation hitting him all at once. He’s barely slept in days, what with taking care of you in the hospital, being wracked with worry, and then having to come back and give high quality performances as if life was normal. His heart is beating too fast and his limbs feel weak.

Suddenly, everything feels much too heavy.

His legs threaten to give way and he leans against the wall, furious at you for making him feel these things. But he is more furious at himself.

You didn’t even say you were sorry, you stupid fucker, a little voice berates him.

I have nothing to be sorry for, the stubborn part of him, the one driven by his ego, replies.

The inner voice laughs sardonically. You have everything to be sorry for.

“EP!” he hears Jerry’s alarmed voice from far away. But he’s beyond caring.

I’ve lost her, is all he can think as his vision blurs and narrows, After all this, I’ve still lost her.

Jerry rushes to his side, but the despair and fury within Elvis drives him back into the penthouse, causing destruction along the way. He barely registers tearing the rest of his room apart, only knowing that he needs some outlet, some release of these horrible feelings trapped inside of him. To purge himself of the fact that even with all he tried to do to prevent it, his worst fears had still come to pass. Distantly, he’s aware of the breaking glass and the ripping of fabric and the roaring sound coming from his mouth, but everything is unfocused and red in his mind.

Elvis does this until finally his body gives out and he collapses on the bed. As he comes back into himself, his heart is beating so hard and so fast that he’s actually a little afraid he will give himself a heart attack. Trying to steady his breathing, he looks up, and seeing himself in the mirror above the bed, he hardly recognizes the man lying there.

Self-pity descends rapidly. There’s no way she’ll ever love me after this. How could she?

Early in his life, he’d thought June had been his last hope of ever having a woman love him for who he truly is, stripped of fame, warts and all, but he’s long since realized that you are that woman. You are his last chance at having that kind of true love in his life. And now those dreams are dying right in front of him because of his own stupidity.

I’ll always be alone.

And with that thought, he closes his eyes and wishes he were anyone else but Elvis Presley.

*

The commotion outside his bedroom door has Elvis lifting his chin expectantly yet not hopefully. He’s spent the last three hours faking his way through his midnight show trying to push the horrified and angry look on your face out of his mind. Trying to forget that he let you walk out his door.

Needless to say, it wasn’t his best show, though bellowing out his feelings through the music was cathartic in its own way.

He’s not sure why he had frozen like he did. It certainly wasn’t like him to cow-tow in the midst of a fight, but he had promised himself in the hospital that he’d be gentler with you. Perhaps it was the shock of seeing you so completely furious. Maybe it was that you’d finally remembered what happened after so many years, unearthing his deepest, darkest secrets and mirroring them back to him in the worst of ways. Or maybe it was that so many of your words rang with truth, even though you’d misunderstood the core reasons behind his actions.

Either way, he feels like his heart was ripped out of his chest. Part of him yearns to do more self-destructive things, but instead he sits still on the edge of his giant bed, the one you should be in right now, trying to understand just how completely he managed to screw this up.

“Fuck you, Elvis Presley. It would’ve changed everything.”

Your words ring through his head again and again, like a broken record. What did you mean by that exactly? Because the crushed look on your face when you said it made it seem like you had feelings for him back then that if realized would’ve changed your relationship, and that sends a wave of heartache through him so strong that he feels like he might vomit.

“Jerry, I swear to God, if you don’t let me in there, you’ll be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future!” He hears Sandy’s voice through the door and closes his eyes, trying to prepare himself for what he thinks is coming.

The door bursts open and he opens his eyes to see Sandy storm in, Jerry looking incredibly apologetic and a bit mortified that he was unable (or unwilling) to stop his wife.

Elvis waves Jerry off. He knows he can’t stop the onslaught. Jerry raises his eyebrows in an, “Are you sure?” way, and Elvis sends him out with a look.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, Presley,” Sandy seethes, pointing at him once the door is closed behind her.

“Nice to see you, too, Sandra,” he responds wearily.

“Oh, don’t you ‘Sandra’ me,” she spits, then looks him over carefully, as if really seeing him. She surveys the disaster of the room, which he had completely torn to shreds after you left, then looks back at him. “You look like shit,” she adds matter-of-factly, almost as if she’s glad of it.

He can’t help shooting her a withering glare, but Sandy’s blood is up and does not falter under his gaze like most would.

“How is she?” he finally asks, dreading the answer.

“Well, let’s see…in the last three days her husband beat her up, her life imploded, and she just found out that her lover has been hiding some pretty crucial shit from her for over a decade. She sobbed for two hours straight and has been near catatonic since, so she’s just peachy, Elvis,” Sandy says sarcastically.

“Watch your tone, Sandra,” he warns, feeling his temper threaten.

“No, I don’t think I will, Elvis. Not when y/n is absolutely miserable and you are sitting up here doing nothing about it,” Sandy shoots back.

“This ain’t none of your business,” he says, vexed, standing and pointing a ring-clad finger at her. He likes Sandy, but he sure as hell doesn’t like her calling him out like this, not when he’s already been beating himself up about it.

Sandy laughs wickedly, “You made it my business the moment you let her tell me and started using me as cover for your lies.”

He can’t argue with that. Deflated, he runs his hand over his face. He is utterly miserable.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Sandy says, and this time, her voice is quieter, gentler. “How could you keep something like that a secret for this long?”

He doesn’t want to say and certainly doesn’t want to appear vulnerable, but the ache in him is so bad, he can’t hide it. And he knows for a fact Sandy won’t let this go. Finally, he relents.

“I-I-I was trying to protect her, to protect our friendship… I w-was terrified I’d hurt her, that I’d…taken her against her will, and I-I-I could barely live with myself. I couldn’t burden her with the enormity of what we’d done” he says.

“And what about pushing her and Jack together, all the interfering? How exactly does that line up, E?” Sandy asks pointedly.

Elvis clears his throat and looks down. That is not something he is proud of. He wants to say he didn’t mean for it to go that way, but it would be a lie.

“It wasn’t like that, not at first. By the time I realized how I really felt about her, Jack had already swooped in and asked her out. I had nothin’ to do with it,” he says defensively.

Sandy crosses her arms, not accepting that and waits for him to continue.

“Well, then…then I-I realized she’d be better off with a man who could give her the stability and the family she wanted. I couldn’t be there for her, not the way she deserved. My career was just takin’ off and I—well, hell, it didn’t even matter until that day at Graceland, and I was ready to throw it all out the window when I’d thought she felt the same way about me that I felt for her, but-but then she…the overdose, she didn’t even remember…How was I supposed to explain that to her, Sandra? How? How was I gonna look her in the eyes and tell her she came on to me and we made love on the floor and that it completely changed everything? Who was gonna believe that? You know as well as I that it would’ve ruined her!” he says, his heart pounding, voice quavering, and his blood up.

Sandy looks at him carefully. “You were afraid she didn’t feel the same way. And that she doesn’t now,” she states, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

His head snaps up to look at her, eyes wide and caught like a deer in headlights.

“I had to protect her. And I had to set her up so she’d always be taken care of. And if she was with Jack, I could do that for her, for them. They could be happy. I wanted them to be happy, I-I swear. I thought they’d be happy!” he yells, back off the rails, pacing the room like a caged tiger.“I-I-I could…w-w-well, if she wasn’t with me, at least with him I would always know she was okay, and I could see her and it wouldn’t be some random-ass man that I didn’t know or trust takin’ her away from me forever!”

Sandy stays quiet, her gaze intense and knowing, and just waits for him to continue.

“I-I-I needed her to still be in my life, Sandra. I didn’t know Jack would fall so deep into the hole that he’d throw everything away. I didn’t think he would ever, ever hurt her!”

The words of his confession ring out and then die. Silence sits heavy for a moment.

“Wow. I have to say, that’s some masterful denial there,” Sandy finally says harshly. “Did you really think it was gonna be good for their marriage to take him away for months at a time? To feed him women and drugs and then be like, ‘Ooops! I didn’t know! It’s not my fault!’? Really?” she adds cuttingly, but steadily.

She’s right and he knows it. And she’s pushing him to admit the one thing he’s not sure he can.

He wants to get angry. He wants to scream and throw her out for her audacity. Instead, he just feels a rock in the pit of his stomach, realizing the truth of what she’s getting at:

That he’d knowingly sabotaged your marriage and then, when it was really bad, he’d taken advantage of the situation.

“You need to own up to what you did and apologize, and then you need to tell her what you’re so afraid of, Elvis. I can’t emphasize enough how much she needs to know that you love her,” Sandy continues with conviction.

His mouth pops open and then closes again, wordlessly, at hearing his feelings shared out loud so easily when he’s been harboring them alone for so many years. “You didn’t see how angry she was with me, how betrayed she looked…There’s no way she feels how I do, not after this,” he shakes his head.

Sandy rolls her eyes and mutters something unintelligible under her breath. “Listen, I have a pretty good idea how pissed and betrayed she’s feeling. And I’m not gonna speak for her, but…” she worries her lip a little, “you two of you really need to talk about how you truly feel about each other. Without all the other shit in the way.”

Something in the way she says it gives him hope.

“You need to fix this, Elvis.”

“I-I-I don’t think I can,” he states, defeated.

“Oh, please. We both know you can do anything when you want it bad enough,” she smiles slyly.

Once again, she’s right. “Why are you helping me?” he asks.

“Because I love her, too, and she deserves to be happy. She deserves the best,” she says knowingly, “That and this mess has everyone on pins and needles. We all just wanna fucking relax.”

Maybe she’s right. Maybe he can salvage this. Just not right now. He is too exhausted and things feel too raw.

"Just...wait a little bit," Sandy adds carefully, as if reading his mind. “I think you both need a little breather.”

He nods.

“But don’t wait too long,” she says on her way out the door, her voice warning him of his worst fear: if he waits too long, he will lose her.

The door clicks shut behind her and silence falls once again. He glances at the bottles on the bedside table. As exhausted as he is, he’s still keyed up too much to sleep.

He doesn’t want to rely on the sleeping pills, in fact, he hadn’t needed them at all when you were in his bed, but his body craves them and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to resist at the moment. So, he pops a few down and waits for the drowsy effect to take hold of him.

When he closes his eyes, all he can see is you.

**

You are itching to play, yearning to feel the white and black ivories under your fingertips. It feels like it might be the only thing keeping you sane these past few days—this need to pour your entire heart into something beyond yourself.

Unfortunately for you, the only pianos you know of are in Elvis’ suite, on his stage, and in the rehearsal room. Two of those aren’t even options at this point. It’s bad enough that anywhere you go in the hotel, all you see is his visage, all you hear is his music feeding through the speakers. An ever-constant reminder of how stupid you are to have ever thought you’d be more to him than just a friend.

You can’t seem to escape him.

You are able, with little effort, to convince Sandy to talk Jerry into letting you into the rehearsal space. Both of them keep looking at you with kind yet sad eyes, as they’ve been witness to all your special humiliations these past few weeks. You suppose it’s good that you are not alone with this, but sometimes all you want is to scream bloody murder and get as far away as possible from Vegas, from Jack, from Elvis.

But you can’t go home, not right now. You learned that Elvis sent Jack back to Memphis to “get himself together” and that Red is his babysitter. But that means you can’t go back to Tennessee, not yet. You can’t face him with all this still up in the air.

So, you are stuck in the limbo that is Las Vegas. You have nothing of your own, no money, no way to get home even if you wanted to. You are exactly where you feared you would be: Alone and heartbroken and stuck.

You hadn’t counted on also being beat to hell, both physically and emotionally.

Which is why you are so desperate to get to a piano. It’s the only way you can get these awful feelings out of your system. You just need to lose yourself in music, in creating it.

But when Jerry lets you in to the large rehearsal space, you are not alone. Someone is already at the piano, their back to you, playing a mournful gospel-style ballad. Someone is already leaning into the keys and singing.

I awakened this morning, I was filled with despair All my dreams turned to ashes and gone, oh yeah

You frantically backpedal and look at Jerry in a panic, but he shakes his head only somewhat apologetically and will barely look you in the eyes as he closes the door, shutting you in with the very person you are trying to escape.

Damn him and Sandy both.

As I looked at my life it was barren and bare Without love I've had nothing at all

You lean your forehead against the door and close your eyes, not wanting to turn around and face him. Instead, you breathe shaking breaths and press your palms into the cool door in order

to not to let the intense waves of anger and sadness that are crashing over you drown you.

You’re not even sure that he knows you are here, his voice ricocheting and echoing throughout the large space. He sounds so consumed by the music that your presence may have gone unnoticed. You aren’t sure if you want him to know you are here or not, but either way, you are swept up into the music with him, your soul clamoring for any part of him despite your mind’s warnings.

Without love I've had nothing Without love I've had nothing at all I have conquered the world All but one thing did I have Without love I've had nothing at all

You don’t want to hear him, not at all (liar), but his melodic voice is hypnotizing, drawing you in with its rich baritone and crying tenor notes and possessed vibrato. And whatever headspace he is currently in has his voice sounding absolutely hauntingly beautiful. It makes you shiver. You are forced to listen, to hear the meaning behind the words.

Once I had a sweetheart who loved only me There was nothing, oh that she would not give, oh no

It's unfair, just how good his voice is at making you listen to it, more than just his words alone, making you hear his soul through the sound. You suppose that is his true talent: being able to pour emotion into a song in such a way that it transcends the music itself. With your eyes shut, it threads through your mind, simultaneously lulling you and making you want to weep. You know you are getting a window into his heart by listening, and it is telling you what you want to hear the most but are terrified to accept.

But I was blind to her goodness and I could not see That a heart without love cannot live

Oh god, oh god, oh god, your inner voice cries because you are suddenly and all at once bombarded with memories. His voice strips you bare, cutting through all the anger and fear and heartache, finally let yourself realize what your subconscious has been trying to tell you for a long time.

Echoes from both the near and distant past trigger inside your mind, your head aching with the residuals of the concussion. First, it’s your own voice, calling back to that moment on the lawn so many years ago, telling Elvis about how you knew Jack was the one: He’s there when I need him. He makes me feel special, like the only girl in the world. I know he’ll always take care of me. He is mine and I am his. Sometimes I almost feel like we were made for each other, ya’ know, like we were meant to be…

Without love I've had nothing Without love I've had nothing at all

Then, Elvis’ words flood your mind, flashing from one moment to the next:

“I just want you to be happy, baby. I wanna make you happy.”

“I take care of what’s mine.”

“You were made for me.”

“You belong here with me.”

“It’s meant to be…”

Your heart slams against your ribcage, making it hard to breathe. It’s like he’s been telling you all along, yet you’ve been too blinded by fear and guilt and the sheer impossibility of it all to truly see.

I have conquered the world All but one thing did I have Without love I've had nothing

 At all

The final phrase is nearly a wail in the most beautiful of ways, the last run falling away and leaving a hollow silence in the room.

The memories come quickly now, a barrage of feelings and images: A boy backstage nervous as hell and his smile as you made him laugh. His eyes searching yours oh-so-closely in a diner booth as you tried to get over Ted. His melancholy the night you got engaged. Dancing, no, clinging onto you at the wedding before his world changed completely, and then again that mournful Christmas he’d returned, when you swore that Elvis wanted you more than anything in the world.

It’s the same way he looked when you climbed into his lap and rode him that fateful, forgotten day at Graceland.

His words from the other day, the ones that felt so possessive and manipulative take on different meaning as the puzzle pieces finally click into place, one by one:

“You are all I’ve been able to concentrate on, ya know that? You’re all I fuckin’ think about. I want you. I want you to be with me. Be with me.”

“Baby, you have me, you’ll always have me. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and I’ll take care of you, no matter what happens.”

“Let me take care of you. Let me be your everything.”

“I thought I told you, honey—I always get what I want, and I think I’ve made it quite fuckin’ clear who I want.”

“I need you.”

You are nearly brought to your knees with overwhelm, breathing too fast as you cling to the wall, anything, to ground you.

Then, like a freight train, it finally hits you, finally clicks, the thing he’s still hiding from you.

You suddenly remember the blanket of Elvis’ warmth surrounding you as you turned cold, bleeding out in his arms. The way his crystalline blues were terrified and beautiful and pleading. He rocked you in his arms, begging you not to leave him.

“No, no, no! Oh, God, don’t—please don’t go…”

Your heart stops. And you finally remember.

“…I-I love you, y/n, please, I love you.”

He’s loved you all along.

All of his cagey behavior, his deceit, the manipulations, it wasn’t to mess with you. It wasn’t because he didn’t care. It was because he loves you.

Tears stream freely down your cheeks as you turn around to face him. And as always, he’s right there, right where you need him.

“I…I…” is all you can manage to eek out.

He grabs your tear-stained cheeks in his big hands, his azure eyes deep and soulful, looking at you imploringly, and he whispers, “I love you. I’m in love with you. I love you more than anything in this life. I think I loved you the moment you steamrolled me in the hallway at school.”

Shock courses through you at hearing the words come out of his mouth, right here, in the present. You let out a choked, tearful laugh. It cuts through the anger you still feel and banishes your heartache, letting a swell of warmth overtake you. Despite all your feelings for him, you hadn’t even let yourself truly hope that he could feel the same way about you that you do about him. And to learn he’d felt this way for so long without your knowing…it feels inconceivable.

“I-I-I…and I’m so sorry, y/n.”

Elvis Presley doesn’t apologize. He buys obscenely lavish gifts. He skirts around the subject and gets really nice with those puppy dog eyes, but he doesn’t apologize, so this in itself floors you.

“I-I-I shoulda told you…but I thought…,” he steels himself against the emotions that are so obviously plaguing him before continuing, “that I’d taken advantage of you when you weren’t yourself, that I’d hurt you. I couldn’t live with myself, y/n. The guilt was eatin’ me alive and goddamn if I was gonna subject you to that pain. And I figured God wanted me to take on that burden for you, that there had to be a reason you didn’t remember. You wouldn’t have to face your betrayal of Jack or your regret for bein’ with me. I thought I was protectin’ you, protectin’ us.” He stops there, voice trembling, eyes open and honest, and you know then that while it had been wrong of him to hide this from you, he had truly believed that he was doing what was best for you. As mad as you are, part of you hurts for him because he’d gone through it all alone.

“I knew I couldn’t give you what you deserved, so I went meddlin’ in your life in the selfish need t’keep ya close to me, t’have some part of you as mine,” he rambles, racing through the words, utterly focused on getting out what he needs to say.

“I just needed you in my life. And I-I-I need you now. I needja more than anythin’,” he keeps going, his voice still shaking and the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks before trailing down your neck and your arms. You can feel them shaking, too, a sweaty heat emanating from them as he grabs your hands in his. His eyes are stormy and grey and deep with emotion, pulling you in, forcing you to accept his words.

He takes a deep, steadying breath before continuing. “It w-was wrong of me to-to sabotage what you had with Jack. And then to swoop in when you were vulnerable—it’s unforgivable. And if ya can’t forgive me…well, I-I’m gonna hafta understand. But I-I-I hope you do, that you can. I know I ain’t always a good man, y/n. I try to be, but bein’ with me—well, you already know it ain’t easy, the way my life is…” he trails off.

Part of you wants to interrupt him, to shout your love for him to the heavens, but frankly, his words have you speechless. And you know by his demeanor that he needs to get this out.

Tears pool in his eyes as he struggles to go on. “I know it’s been hard on you, all this. And if you can forgive me, if you wanna be with me, I promise I’ll do better t’make this work for ya. You make me a better man, y/n. You keep me on the ground, and God knows I need that more than anythin’,” he chuckles a little at that before his face drops into something much more serious.

“Come back to me, y/n. Please, come back to me. I love you,” he whispers, eyes imploring you. He is so used to demanding, but this he begs of you.

You are outwardly quiet, though your blood rushes in your ears. You want more than anything to concede to him with these revelations, to fall haplessly into his arms, and any other woman might. Honestly, you would have, just a few days ago, but Elvis cannot erase the harm he caused you with these welcome words or soulful singing or puppy dog eyes. You cannot escape the feelings of betrayal that have permeated through you these past few days.

“Elvis, I…I want to trust you again. I really do,” you finally get out, “because…because I love you, too. I think I have for a long, long time.”

Saying the words aloud lifts a weight from your shoulders, making you feel almost lightheaded.  You were so scared to say them, to reveal this hidden part of you, and the way his face lights up in such a hopeful way, it almost makes you start crying again. He squeezes your hands so hard that it hurts. But you have more to say and can’t let this distract you.

“But my mind it—it made me forget. I don’t know exactly why or how. I think I was so afraid that I could never have you, that there was no way you’d ever in a million years have those kinds of feelings for me…I think I had to protect myself,” you explain.

An inner strength you didn’t know you had until this very moment allows you to keep going. You take a deep breath. “Elvis, I want to forgive you, and I want to be with you, I do. But I am exhausted. I am weary. And I am still angry at you, and at Jack, and at myself. I need a little time to figure out what my world is now, without the oppressiveness of Vegas pushing in on me.”

You look up at him, hoping he understands, hoping he is willing to give you what you so desperately need.

He blinks as if coming out of a trance, surprise and confusion and dismay playing out on his features so quickly. You know he expected something different from you, and as much as you want to give it to him immediately, you know you cannot.

“I need to leave Vegas, E. I need space. I want to forgive you, but I need to heal,” you say firmly, looking into his eyes, holding back the sob that wants to break through. You can only hope that he sees and hears the truth in you. “I can’t start a life with you like this, bruised and broken.”

He shakes his head, small at first and then in outright protest. “No, no, baby, please, I need you here. I love you,” he says with a mixture of frustration and pleading and hurt, grabbing your cheeks again.

Tears pool and fall freely now, but you stay resolute, grabbing his wrists. “No, right now you need to be Elvis Presley and finish this engagement strong. You need to show the world that you are back and to spread that joy of music and performing as only you can.”

“None of that matters, baby. No, I need to be with you. I’ll cancel the rest of the performances,” he says, leaning his forehead against yours, fighting you every step of the way.

“The hell you will, Elvis Aron Presley. That’s not what I want, not for me or for you,” you say fervently, pulling away to look at him, bringing your hands to his face this time. “You need this. Seeing you up there…you are more alive now than you’ve been in years. I know how much you love this and your fans—”

“I love you more,” he interrupts, and it both makes your heart soar and breaks it at the same time. You close your eyes briefly to center yourself before looking back at him.

“And I love you. But I need space, and you have to finish this. Once it’s done, once I’ve had time to heal and forgive, then you come back to me, you hear?” you say, unable to keep the emotion from your voice but keeping it resolute all the same.

You watch him struggle. You can see how young he looks all of a sudden and you know he’s afraid you’re abandoning him. You’re afraid, too, but if the two of you have made it this long, you can stand it a while longer. Ultimately, you know if you fall back into him now, you’ll always hold resentment and that will poison you both over time, and you can’t have that.

Elvis closes his eyes and nods once. “Okay,” he whispers, so quietly you can barely hear it. A lone tear streaks down his cheek.

“Okay,” you whisper back.

He kisses you then, so softly, so gently, that you can’t help but lean into it. The chaste kiss is mournful and longing and hopeful all at once. It’s a kiss that is laced with the possibility that it could be the last one. You desperately hope that isn’t true, but only time will tell.

When you both pull away, you can feel the tether between you, the one that has always been there, tighten.

“Will you go to Hillcrest?” he asks, raising his eyes to yours hopefully, but it is more an offer than a question. The house in Beverly Hills is his home away from home.

You consider this and realize, other than going home to your parents (who you don’t quite feel ready to face yet, either), it’s your only option. It’s also a concession that will keep you connected to him, and you are comfortable giving him that. With its gorgeous views and serene setting, it will be a perfect solace.

“Yes,” you respond, and he seems sated by that. “Thank you,” you add quietly, then before you can second guess yourself, you tear yourself gently from his grasp and walk out the door.

Graciously and swiftly, he has Jerry take care of all the arrangements. Sandy is set to join you, and once you are both packed and ready, Jerry takes you to the airport and sees you both off.

Before he leaves, Jerry stops you. “He wanted me to give you this,” he says quietly, then opens your hand and places something soft in it.

Surprised, you look down, and see the familiar pink silk scarf folded there. You haven’t seen it since Jack ripped it from your neck that horrible night. Your fingers close around it. The message is clear: The ball is in your court.

“Send it when you’re ready for him,” Jerry adds with a knowing look.

You nod. You put the scarf in your purse.

Elvis Presley loves me, you think as you sit on the plane, but that feels trite, knowing other women have been able to say the same at some point or another.

Elvis has loved me since we were teenagers. He’s in love with me and has been all this time.

Now that is something that sends a thrill right through you.

You reach into your purse and run the silk between your fingers.

When it’s time, I’ll know.

**

Four Weeks Later

The hot California morning sun beats down on the umbrella that shades you. You had been reading and wanted to get some fresh air, the cold of the air conditioning giving you a bit of a chill in your white sundress but you cannot help but close your eyes drowsily as the heat swallows you like a blanket.

The last month was restorative, to say the least. It had been such a relief to get out of the stifling cacophony of Vegas, and it had allowed your brain to rest and recover from your concussion. Your bruises healed, and Sandy was there to both listen and have a good time when you needed it. You talked and thought through all your memories, working to understand both your reasons and Elvis’ for the way things had gone for your entire relationship.

You hadn’t heard from Elvis, as he was taking your need for space seriously, but Elvis’ lawyer had visited a few times, drawing up divorce papers that surprisingly took you a few days to sign. Not because you didn’t want to, of course, but because you had to fully process all that had happened and what it all meant to you. Sandy sat through your crying and guilt and shame like a champ, supporting you wholeheartedly once you finally picked up the pen and signed away your destructive marriage.

Once the lawyer had called back a week later saying that Jack had signed the papers, you felt like a new woman. Like you could finally start anew. Part of you had expected more of a fight out of Jack, but you did not dwell on the reasons he might have signed so willingly.

Sandy had headed home to Memphis to join Jerry once the Vegas engagement and resulting celebrations were over. You sent the pink scarf with her, with instructions to give it to Elvis only once you called her to do so, once you were finally ready. She’d smirked and rolled her eyes but was happy to do it all the same.

“Whatever I can do to finally get you two idiots on the same page,” she’d said lovingly.

You’d called her last night.

You can’t help but feel nervous. Even though a month was certainly not the longest you two had gone without speaking, this time it felt poignant and heavy in another way entirely. Your thoughts ran away from you at times: What if he’s changed his mind? What if he met someone else in Vegas?

It was possible and even probable that he’d been with other women since you left. You know how he is, and a man like him is not liable to change overnight. But you’ve spent most of your relationship with other people, and he still loved you after all this time, so even if he had been with someone else, you doubted it meant anything at all.

Of course, it still sends a red heat of jealously through you all the same. You push the thought as far away as you can, swinging your legs off the lounge chair, puttering back inside.

The cool air hits you like a wall of ice, and you close the sliding glass door quickly, goosebumps raising on your skin.

“Y/n.”

The familiar drawling baritone freezes you in your tracks. As your eyes adjust to the darkness inside the house, his tall frame becomes apparent across the living room and goosebumps rise over your skin for an entirely different reason than the cool air.

He looks incredible, magnificent even, wearing a silky white button up, the buttons undone at the top to reveal his tan chest, a pair of perfectly tailored black pants flattering him in all the right ways. But most significantly, the pink and black scarf is draped around his neck.

“Elvis,” you whisper, your heart fluttering in your chest.

That tether that you’ve learned has always been subconsciously tying you two together yanks you towards him. Your book drops to the floor and your bare feet run for him before your brain can catch up to you.

He meets you halfway and you throw yourself into his open, waiting arms. Your lips crash together with fervor, thirsty for each other after such a long drought. Soft, sweet, pillowy lips drink you in as your heart races and he pulls you in tighter. His familiar scent and warmth engulf you in such a comforting way that it brings tears to your eyes.

When your kiss finally slows and you both come up for air, you whisper, “You came.”

“Of course, I came.” As if there was ever any doubt.

Elvis pulls you to the couch, cradling you in his lap as he showers you with gentle but intense kisses. The heat between you builds but unlike in Vegas, it is more patient—openly full of love and admiration.

“I missed you,” he says into your mouth, his statuesquely perfect nose nuzzling into yours.

“I missed you, too,” you admit with a smile.

“Good,” he smiles, that lip of his curling up almost shyly.

His lips find your cheek, then placing soft kisses over your nose and eyelids and your forehead, as if committing your bone structure to memory with his mouth. It is unhurried because, for once, you have all the time and privacy in the world. You sigh underneath the reverence of his kisses as they trail down your jaw.

“Baby,” you say, stopping him, “as much as I want to continue this, I have things I need to say before that happens.”

He gives you one last kiss before bringing his attention to you. His gorgeous azure eyes fix in on you in such a way that you feel overwhelmed. It’s amazing to you how, even after all these years, he still has the ability to completely render you speechless with his magnetism and beauty.

“Yes?” he says, steeling himself for what may or may not be coming.

You tear your gaze from him enough to refocus. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I need you to know that I forgive you, for all of it. I forgive you, and more than anything, I love you. I want to be with you, though I know we need to figure out what that looks like. I mean, if that’s what you still want, of course,” you fumble, looking away, not wanting to make assumptions.

“Oh, it’s very much what I want, lil’ mama,” he purrs happily and seductively, using his pointer finger under your chin to turn your head, bringing his lips once more to yours. Fire blooms in your chest and radiates down into your belly as his tongue dips into your mouth. “I love you. I want you to be with me. Always have, baby.”

“I signed the divorce papers, and so did Jack,” you blurt out, needing to make sure he knows and understands.

Elvis chuckles, the low rumbling vibrating under your hand on his chest. “I know, Satnin,” he drawls, his bedroom eyes sharp underneath the haze of lust you see in them.

“Of course, you do,” you laugh, shaking your head, taking the moment to run your fingers through his coiffed dark hair.

He looks at you deeply, firmly but gently grabbing your chin in his hand. “Let me be your everything,” he whispers. It is somehow both a question and a command.

Your stomach drops, but not out of fear this time. No, it is a tingling anticipation that wafts over you and makes your breath catch. You run your finger over his lips, pulling down on that full bottom one.

“Yes,” you nod. You unfurl from his arms and stand, reaching for his hand.

Elvis looks up at you through those long, dark lashes with something between wonder and eagerness. You pull him off the couch wordlessly, his fingers intertwining with yours as you lead him through the house to the master bedroom.

When you finally arrive, you look up at him almost bashfully. “I was wondering if we could try something new?” you ask. You’d been thinking about this for weeks now, all the different ways you want him, but this one thing had stuck in your mind after all you’d been through.

His eyes sparkle almost gleefully with curiosity and lust. “What’re you thinkin’, baby?” he purrs.

You take a deep breath before speaking. You’re not sure if he’ll go for it, but you figure it won’t hurt to ask. “I want to be in charge,” you finally say, matter-of-factly.

His dazed look at your request quickly turns to interest as his brow furrows with consideration. He doesn’t mull long, however, much to your pleasure, before uttering, “Hmm, why not, baby? Let’s try it.” He smiles coyly before bringing you in for a long kiss.

Your heart begins to thump in your chest. You’ve never done this, and you bite your lip, knowing that you have to change your attitude for him to take you seriously. You draw on the strength you’ve gained over these past weeks and take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“On your knees,” you command.

Elvis looks at you with amused surprise at the order. “What?”

“Did I stutter?”

His left eyebrow shoots up so far you think it may try to escape his pretty face and his brilliant blues go wide.

“No, ma’am,” he says, his voice getting breathy and quiet. His eyes don’t leave yours as he slowly sinks, his knees finally touching the floor.

A thrill shoots through you seeing him like this, humbled before you. This man who commands and dominates every room he walks into, brought to his knees for you. You doubt anyone in his adult life has truly had him like this. You relish in the way it makes your heart race in your ribcage.

“Say it again,” you whisper. He seems to know what you mean.

“I love you,” he replies quietly, his eyes open and shining up at you. There is an innocent and boyish quality to them.

With everything that has happened, you have a renewed sense of purpose and confidence which makes you bold.

You lean down and grab his chin in your hand firmly, feeling the light scratch of dark stubble under your fingers.

“Show me,” you command.

He nods furiously in compliance, that look of innocence tempered by sparks of lust in the depths of his oceanic blues. He is more than willing and up for the challenge, and the look sends a shiver of anticipation through you so strong that you can already feel warmth gathering low in your belly. It’s been over a month now since you had him last and each day felt like torture.

Elvis runs his hands up the backs of your calves, caressing your bare legs and resting on the backs of your thighs, his eagerness and yearning evident in his speed. He wants you, too, and he is oh so used to getting what he wants that it gives you pleasure to stop him.

“Uh uh,” you tsk, grabbing his chin again, “you’re gonna take it nice and slow, baby boy, and then maybe, if you’re really good, then you’ll get what you want.” It comes out like a purr, dangerous but alluring, surprising even you. But the look on his face is worth it, the way he nearly crumbles when you call him baby boy, the way his pouty mouth falls open slightly, the way he squirms on his knees, itching to take you but following your lead instead.

“Now, are you gonna be a good boy and do what I tell you?” you coo with an edge of warning. You’ve never in your life have done anything like this before, and you hadn’t planned this, but the control, the power just comes naturally, his responses fueling you forward.

He nods again, unconsciously wetting his plump lips with the tip of his tongue.

“Use your words,” you order.

“Uh-um, y-yeah, yes, I-I-I promise…mama,” he stutters out, picking up your cues and nodding, eyes are wide and becoming more yielding as he begins to submit to you.

Something about the way he does it has that warmth surging in your belly yet again.

“Good,” you say, running your nails up and through his raven locks, scraping his scalp and making his eyes roll back at your touch. You pull back quickly, leaving him a little breathless.

“No hands. Use your mouth,” you order with a smirk.

You watch his Adam’s apple bob with a gulp. “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, faster this time. He’s adapting quickly to your game, and the way he bows down to your feet, kissing the bare skin so softly as he makes his way slowly up your ankle to your calf has a thrill shivering through you. His pillowy lips and the tip of his tongue brush and lick their way up your legs, as he alternates one to the other. The sensation, especially after being deprived of his touch for so long, has you sighing softly, and his eyes roll up to yours, framed deliciously by those impossibly long and dark lashes. The blue of them has darkened with lust, but they remain compliant and eager to please.

That alone has the coil in your belly rapidly tightening, and you feel wetness begin to seep into your panties the closer his mouth comes to the place you want him the most.

Your breathing speeds up with this teasing when he meanders under your dress, peppering kisses along your panty line until his hot breath ghosts over the thin cotton of your panties. It puffs over your clit, and you pull your dress up with one hand to watch. His hands fly up to your ass of their own accord, squeezing and clutching at your panties to bring them down.

Using your other hand, you fist it tightly in his hair, yanking his head back and forcing him to look at you. “What did I say about hands, baby boy? I thought you were gonna be good for mama,” you tsk, shaking your head.

It’s a test. You relish in watching him quell the dominant urges he’s having by biting back a smirk of insolence, his lip sandwiched between his teeth so hard he could break the skin. The fire in his eyes almost dares you until he sees the serious look in your own and you tighten your grip in his hair. He winces a little and you watch him consider his options. You don’t let up during this battle of wills, unyielding and unbreaking of the eye contact that might usually level you.

No, after the last six weeks, this time you are going to get what you want.

Finally, he gets it, letting his arms drop to his sides. His face smooths, that innocence returning, and he submits completely to you.

“Good boy,” you breathe, releasing the grip on his hair and running your thumb over his lush bottom lip. His mouth opens and you push your thumb in, scraping at his teeth, then pushing into the soft warmth of his pink tongue. A low moan escapes him as his eyelashes flutter, and you allow him to suck it in, rolling his tongue over your thumb. A pleasured hum escapes your lips at the sensual sensation, and you feel it tingle straight down into your pussy.

“Try again,” you say, looking down at him, pulling out your thumb. You pull up your dress once more.

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers eagerly, and you see the wheels turning for a moment before he continues. This time, he sits on his hands before he kisses directly over your sensitive nub, wetting the fabric with his tongue before kissing upwards. Then, he snaps the elastic between his teeth and slowly but surely pulls your panties down your legs. Your slick is already evident in the fabric, leaving little trails down your thighs. Gravity takes hold once they reach your knees, and they drop to the floor.

“There’s my clever boy,” you praise him, stepping out of your underwear, running your thumb over his high cheekbone. This causes that signature crooked, boyish smile to spread across his features, reminding you just how incredibly beautiful he is.

And he’s all yours.

As he lathes his tongue back up your thighs, cleaning the slick from them on the way back up to your core, your body shudders with delight and you feel him smiling against your skin. Looking down you see it is not a smirk, but genuine pleasure at making you feel good, and that sends warmth through your chest in addition to the heat rapidly building in your core.

You cannot help the moan of pleasure that escapes you when he finally reaches the apex between your legs and flattens his tongue over your folds. He drags it slowly, deliberately, ending with little flicks on your clit. Heat rolls over you, setting every nerve aflame, and this time when you grab his hair, it is to pull him encouragingly closer into your wet curls.

“Yes, good boy, just like that,” you sigh breathlessly as he begins to shower your pussy with attention, going slowly as you requested. He is soft and persistent, swathing gently through your folds, parting your labia with his tongue before rolling back to your clit. Oh, lord, he is so very versed in this, you remember quickly, as he suckles and presses soft kisses to that most sensitive place.

Your eyes fall shut as you grip his head and shoulder for balance. You cannot help the keening and panting that begins to emanate through you as the coil in your pelvis tightens. Even after only a short amount of time together, he somehow knows exactly how to play you for the most pleasure.

In a daze, your eyes open and you look down at him, his dark hair messy from your hands. That’s when you notice it: he is not touching you with his hands, as promised, but you see how he’s somehow undone his trousers without your knowing. You watch silently for a moment as one of his ring clad hands fondles and tugs at his cock, and it sends a thrill of arousal through you to catch a glimpse of him pleasuring himself like this when he doesn’t know you’re watching. Battling the swell of ecstasy that rockets through you, you curiously watch how his hand slides up and down over his length, pulling at the foreskin that mostly envelops his red tip, how his long thumb glides effortlessly over it, swirling the slick of precum around and over and down. It’s a well-practiced motion and it almost seems unconscious considering the way he is utterly focused on your pussy.

You gasp with pleasure as he massages your clit deftly with his tongue, and coupled with watching him jack off, you feel a desperation for more friction, more of him, building until you realize that it is you who is in control of this moment, not him. With a swell of need you push him back abruptly, his eyes bewildered, and lips shining with your arousal, hand still on his cock, wondering what he did wrong.

“Oh, what a naughty little boy you are. I didn’t say you could touch yourself. I didn’t say you could get yourself off, did I?” you say in a chastising tone.

And, oh god, the bashful look he gives you, dropping his cock, and how his cheeks redden at being caught as he looks down, those lashes fanning out, has you biting back a smile and more heat swelling under your dress.

“No, ma’am,” he says mournfully, shaking his head slightly. And then he’s blinking up at you with those deep blues, waiting for what you are going to do next, what his “punishment” might be, you realize.

“I guess I’m gonna need to teach you a lesson then,” you sigh with exasperation. But his disobeying you only serves to make you more aroused. You put your foot on his chest and push him down and backwards with a low growl. It’s like something primal has come over you, not only your need to dominate him, but also this flaming heat consuming your body and needing his mouth on you more definitively.

“Get on your back,” you demand.

Elvis scrambles backwards quickly and you are grateful for his flexibility as he easily untangles his legs from underneath him and falls back onto the thick shag carpeting. You step over him, sliding your dress up and over your head as you do so, leaving you in only your bra. When you look down, you see his blissed-out eyes wandering over your body with something akin to awe.

You lower yourself down to your knees, straddling his chest, which is already heaving from his arousal. He’s wearing the pink silk scarf, the one from your first night together, and it feels fitting, you think, as you lord over him and unravel it from around his neck. He watches you so intently in any other circumstance you might falter under his gaze, but while blown with lust, you can see by that bashful look in his eyes that he is committed to following your lead here.

“Hands above your head, baby boy,” you coo, running your hands up the underside of his arms, guiding them over his head. “Since you can’t seem to keep from doing naughty things with them, I’ll have to make you stop,” you admonish.

You sit fully on his chest then, feeling as the wetness of your cunt stains the front of his lovely silky shirt, and then you lean over, fully aware that it puts your breasts temptingly over his face. You hear him whimper, knowing he can’t touch you, and you smile as you use the black and pink scarf to tie his wrists together above his head.

You intertwine your fingers with his as you slowly pull back over his body, scooting your hips back as you go until your face is hovering just above his. He’s panting now, little puffs of breath coming from his lips as you ghost your own over his face. Tipping his chin up to try and capture a kiss, you pull back a bit.

“Nuh uh, baby boy. You have work to do first,” you shake your head, kissing the tip of his nose. Then you tempt him by flicking the tip of your tongue over the beautifully perfect cupid’s bow of his upper lip, and he fully whines and squirms under you.

You laugh at that, the fact that you are able to put him in this position, to make him want you enough to be vulnerable and needy like this. Then you become more serious, looking him in the eyes.

“Now use that wicked little mouth of yours to make me come,” you say in a low, sultry, daring tone. “And no touching unless I say so!”

“Y-y-yes, ma’am,” Elvis moans as you maneuver your body up and over his head, bracketing it in with your thighs. Your need for him is quite evident as you lower your already-soaking pussy onto his face and as his pouty mouth kisses your most sensitive areas, you know you are so wound already from this little game of yours that you fear you might come undone too soon.

You’ve never done this before and while part of you is a little worried about the mechanics and fears smothering him, that primal, instinctual part of you starts rocking your hips over his mouth.

“Oh!” you gasp quietly, unable and unwilling to contain the soft moans that his lips and tongue begin drawing out of you as you begin to ride his mouth. When he fully groans against you, the vibrations send a shockwave through your core, nearly snapping that coil inside you already. You steady yourself, finding a comfortable rhythm, and experimentally run your hands up your torso, using them to grope your breasts. You feel him moan again and look down to see him carefully watching you, his eyes blown black.

Sensing how it’s driving him wild, you lift your hips a little to give him air and reach down under the lace of your bra, using the pads of your fingers to lightly drag against the sensitive areola, taunting him and pinching your nipples to attention with a moan of your own.

“Fuckkkk,” he breathes out, the air tickling your labia.

“Language!” you hush him and plant back down on his face. His arms fight to come down and grab you, but between being tied and the way your weight is, he cannot, and groans against you again instead. He works you tirelessly now as you writhe over him and you feel that telltale tightening begin in earnest. You are nearly desperate as his tongue lathes against your folds again and again, dipping in and out of your hole, circling your clit and back again. He eats you expertly, willingly, and you ache for him.

“Good boy, there’s my good baby,” you pant quietly as your heart flutters and your breathing starts to hitch.

But when his tongue slips daringly lower, perhaps accidentally, perhaps not, you careen forward with a shocked gasp as it grazes your other hole.

“Elvis!” you gulp, clasping his hands with your own to steady yourself, stilling your hips. You aren’t quite sure how you feel about that slip yet, only knowing that it’s a place that has been forbidden before now. Your heart pounds so hard you hear the blood in your ears, your body on high alert.

“Hmmm?” is his only response before he tests you again, gently, letting his tongue circle that illicit spot lightly.

“Elvissss…” The moan escapes you before you can stop it because the unfamiliar feeling of his tongue there has your already aroused body teeming with the new sensation and you know you shouldn’t like it, you’re not supposed to like it…

“Yes? You like that mama?” he replies surprisingly bashful, submissively, compared to the sensual dominance that you are used to from him.

“I-I-I’m not sure, baby boy,” you finally stammer out honestly.

You feel him nod underneath you, as if understanding, and he goes back to suckle your clit, making you jump a little and roll your hips. And when his tongue travels back through your swollen folds and he goes a little farther to include that little secret spot, you can’t help but cry out in pleasure this time.

He smiles against you, and you respond by rolling harder on his face, effectively shutting him up. The carnality that flows through you banishes your prudishness and you let him kiss and eat you fully now, from hole to clit, letting the sensations consume you completely.

You fuck his face wildly. You don’t try to stop the keening noises crying from your lips, you just grip his hands for dear life as the coil inside you constricts, your body flooded with fire, desperate for the blast of release his talented mouth promises you. Frantic now, chasing that high, your body tenses over him and he groans loudly into your cunt, his tongue deep inside you, as your thighs squeeze his head.

The peak hits you incredibly hard and you cry out as you shatter above him. White stars flash behind your eyes followed by inky blackness. You can barely breathe for the way it hits you. He continues to lick and suck you through your orgasm, coaxing you, moaning into you in order to continue your pleasure for as long as possible. He devours every drop of your arousal. Shaking and shuddering and oversensitive, you finally scoot your hips back, allowing him to come up for air with his own gasp.

“Did I do good, mama?” he puffs, looking pleased, his face covered in your slick.

“You did perfect, baby boy,” you breathe out, kissing his cheeks, then his swollen lips, tasting your tangy sweetness there. Your body shivers with aftershocks as you come back into yourself, your mind concocting all the ways you want him tonight, all the ways in which you can show him your love and vice versa.

You look down at him, enjoying the sight of pussy-drunk lust on his boyish features, the vulnerability of his hands restrained above his head, the way his bedroom blues dreamily follow your gaze and your lead.

Your need for him feels insatiable. You want to wreck him, ruin him, in the best way possible. Biting your lip you roll your hips into his waist, feeling the cold of his belt sear into your bare core and Elvis’ eyes roll back a little as you drag your nails down over the part of his chest that is exposed above his shirt.

“You gonna continue to be good for mama, baby boy?” you lean down to coo in his ear, scootching your hips back just enough to feel the tip of his rock-hard length through his pants, and you can feel the shudder that ripples through him.

He nods furiously. “Y-yes, mama, oh yes, I’ll be good.”

“I’m so glad, baby,” you whisper, “Mama’s got somethin’ special in store for you.”

Elvis whimpers at that, and you can tell it is taking every ounce of self-control he has to keep from taking you right there and then, but he stays good and still and relatively quiet for you. You kiss down the shell of his ear, nibbling on the perfect lobe, and then you focus your attention on the divot just behind it where his jaw meets his skull. Lapping there for a minute, you take your time as he hums and tenses beneath you, turning his head the opposite direction to give you the access you want. You make your way agonizingly slowly down his neck, using your lips and teeth and tongue in all the ways you’ve learned he likes. By the time you reach his collarbone, he is practically writhing under you.

His breath is beginning to heave and become labored when you start down his tanned chest, the course hair there tickling your lips as you go. One by one, you pop the remaining buttons open, and with each, a pretty little huff escapes his pouting lips. Oh, how beautiful he looks with his cheeks all flushed and his hair mussed, those eyes alternating between peering down at you and looking up to the heavens.

Once again you move your hips back, this time hovering just above the erection raging in his pants. It’s enough that he can feel your heat, but you give him no friction whatsoever, and this is what finally has him bucking his hips up desperately, but you are prepared, dodging well out of the way before he finds any sort of relief.

“Now, now, that’s not how good boys behave,” you tsk at him, earning a huff in response. You use your nails to scratch down his now-exposed treasure trail, your lips following close behind and he fully whines by the time you reach the belt line.

“Please, please, mama,” he mewls at you, raising his head to look at you with begging eyes.

“All in good time,” you muse quietly, shooting him a soft smile.

You take your time with his heavy belt and zipper, causing him to spring forth, his cock hard and veiny, precum already oozing a sticky string between his tip and his abdomen, but you leave him there, untouched. Moving lower, you slowly, deftly, remove one shoe, then the other, doing the same with his socks. Then you pull his pants down his long legs, letting your fingers ghost over his sensitive skin. It’s torture, based on the way he squirms and sighs, and you find yourself full of emotions.

A small part of you relishes in making him squirm after finding out what he’d kept from you all these years, for all the time you may have lost with him because of his self-righteous ego. But a much larger part of you wants this with him, for him, because you know he’s likely not given himself to anyone like this. Not the great Elvis Presley, the man who strives for excellence and control in all things. You cannot imagine him letting just any woman bring him to his knees, tying him up, letting her have her way with him. At least you hope not.

But perhaps that is your own ego talking.

But a sense of unease, jealously perhaps, wafts over you, diminishing your confidence slightly.

“Baby boy?” you hum pensively at him, running your finger softly up the sole of his foot, causing him to jump and giggle a little.

“Yes, mama?” he responds softly, tilting his chin down to look at you.

You frown, worrying your lip a little, wanting to approach this skillfully as not to ruin the mood, but you have to know. Now that the thought is there, you must know.

“Have you ever let anyone else do this? Touch and tease you like this?” you ask, trying to keep your voice sultry and light, running your fingers up the underside of his arm, dragging across the pink silk that binds his wrists.

His brow furrows for a moment as he tries to interpret what’s going on underneath the bravado you’re showing, trying to glean your true meaning, and then his face softens and smooths with realization, his eyes wide and open for you. “Not like this, mama. Just for you. Only you,” he says genuinely, and you know it’s true, that he’s not just giving you lip service within the game you are playing.

“Good,” you nod, more moved by this than you want to show right now, your heart swelling with this new knowledge. You kiss him gently and softly on the lips. 

“Do you trust me?” you add more mischievously, your confidence returning.

“Completely,” he nods back.

“Then it’s time to get on the bed, baby boy,” you purr.

He brings his arms down in front of his abdomen, the scarf still taut at his wrists and his shirt open and flowing behind him, and you help him to standing. His eyes sparkle a little with what you think is anticipation. Once to the bed, he snakes his long, beautiful body backwards until he is lying up against the dark pillows.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him lying there, vulnerable and all yours. Getting between his legs, you start at his feet, massaging the ropey muscles with your hands, and alternately kissing your way over the arches, his ankles, and up his calves, up every perfect part of him. You pay attention closely to these spots you’ve never really explored before, listening and watching him carefully. When his breath catches, or he hisses in through his teeth, you know it’s extra sensitive, and of course, when his mouth falls open and his eyes roll back you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

You take your sweet time working up his muscled legs, bringing up and opening his knees to give you more access to what you are finding is the highly sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Warmth rolls through you when you nip there, very close to his balls and he nearly jumps off the bed.

“Stay still and be good, baby boy,” you purr at him with a sly smile against his leg, and he whines in protest but stills himself. You think it’s high time you give him some well garnered attention to his large, heavy testicles. His musky scent fills your nostrils, setting your biological need for him on fire. You wiggle a little on your knees with anticipation but since you aren’t sure exactly what he likes or what his boundaries are yet, you want to make sure he has an out.

“Baby,” you say seriously, looking into his eyes, “if you really want me to stop, like really, I need you to tell me, okay? Say…” You stop, looking around for inspiration, something he would never say in the heat of the moment, and then your eyes land. Perfect.

“Say ‘pink scarf’ if you really want me to stop baby, okay?” you urge.

Elvis nods, looking excited and also a little concerned at the prospect of what you might do to him to require him to use such a phrase. “Pink scarf, got it,” he breathes.

With that, you feel better, and return your attentions down in between his legs. His cock is hard and buoyant against his pelvis, precum glistening the angry red tip that is peeking out from his lighter foreskin, but that is not what you’re going to focus on, not yet.

Using your thumbs, you apply gentle pressure to the insides of his thighs, massaging slow circles up, up, up, closer to his most sensitive areas. Lying on your stomach between his open legs, you test the waters by running your nails softly over the darkened, wrinkly skin of his ball sac.

He hisses in at that, his lower half tensing as you gently continue, using your thumb, pointer, and middle fingers to explore the area. In his arousal, his balls are pulled up tight to him, but it doesn’t detract from the fact they are still rather large compared to what you’re used to. His breathing becomes more labored as you roll his testes between your fingers, cupping them, then pulling gently.

His hips roll and wiggle. You love the effect you are having on him, the way he responds so readily under your touch, and you wonder if this is what it’s like for him when he plays with you. It sends heat of a different kind rolling through your body each time he jolts or gasps.

Which is exactly what he does when you nuzzle his sac with your nose before flattening your tongue against the seam and licking a long stripe from back to front. His hips rise off the mattress and running your hands over the crease of where his legs meet his torso, you push those famous narrow hips back down to the bed.

“Oh mama, oh mama,” he whispers quietly, almost like a begging prayer, as you continue lathing your tongue back and forth and up and down over his balls. He begins to writhe in earnest, despite your hands holding him, his legs pulling up and boxing you in.

“Be still,” you command, lifting your head, pushing his bent legs back open.

He obeys instantly, looking down at you with wild, shining eyes, nodding almost unconsciously in reply, as if preparing himself for whatever you deem to do next.

You use your hands again, one to push his legs up, tilting him towards you, the other rolling him like dice, before lifting his sac enough to lick the underside completely. Taking inspiration from his playbook, you then flick down over his taint, applying pressure with your tongue, his musky scent consuming you.

He moans long and loud at that, unable to contain himself as you shower this newly found spot with all your attention. As you lick and press and roll, he mewls and begins to shudder. Your heart beats faster against your ribcage at his reactions, how he pants above you, and you wonder what will happen if you press your thumb to that softer spot right above his puckered hole.

So you do. You press that spot over and over and watch him tremble and writhe until he looks damn well possessed.

“Please, oh please, oh GOD!” he cries out and eventually his entire body tenses, hips lifting as though he were coming inside you, and he shudders wildly before falling hard back onto the bed. Heart pounding, you lift your head to see a milky white leak from his tip. It’s not cum in the sense you are used to, but some sort of release nevertheless.

You’re not one hundred percent sure what just happened, but you are pleased you made him feel so good. You watch him lying there, gasping from pleasure, his hands clenching and releasing against their bonds, trying to recover from whatever that was. His face is flushed red, making the blue of his arousal-darkened eyes look almost preternatural, and tears leak, dampening his dark lashes. He looks positively bewildered.

“Good job, baby boy,” you praise him, kissing the inside of his knee.

“Wh-wh-what w-was that, mama?” he gasps, asking.

“That ever happen before?” you respond, curious, instead of answering him.

He shakes his head, his hair flopping as it lolls from side to side.

“Hmm…well, did it feel good, baby?” you ask because you aren’t entirely sure what happened, but you don’t let him know that. You don’t let him know about your own fresh arousal that’s leaking down the sides of your thighs or how your heart is fluttering in your throat at the sight of him such a mess before you. Not yet.

He nods furiously, eyes unfocused.

You smile at the blissed-out look on his face. You crawl up him to give his open lips a little kiss. “Mama’s not done with you yet, baby boy,” you whisper against his lips before pulling back.

His dreamy eyes go wide, but you don’t dwell, instead making haste to kiss down his chest once more, stopping to tongue and scrape his nipples with your teeth, making him jump underneath you once again. You kiss down the flat planes of his belly, detouring to give a little attention to his bound hands, sucking a digit or two into your mouth on the way down.

He fully shivers at that, moaning, sending a thrill of your own down to your toes. His belly is already heaving again with anticipation as you arrive at your next destination. His length bounces as his stomach moves, the milky white having leaked onto his belly, but whatever release he’d had did not affect the hardness of his cock, much to your pleasure.

Your goal here is to worship and tease, rather than the ways you’d had him in your mouth before. The way he’d fucked down into your throat both gently and harshly prior to this was not going to be his experience this time. No, this time is all about giving him a night he’s unlikely to ever forget. It is about claiming him as your own while showering him with love and attention on your terms. You’ve never had that before, not truly, and oh how sweet you are finding it already…

First, all you do is hover over his cock, so closely that he can feel your hot breath against him as you run your open mouth up and down his shaft. He squirms his hips from left to right, his hands fisting, and you can sense how it is taking everything in him not to buck up into you.

“Mamaaaa…need y-you,” he begs.

This makes you smirk coyly.

“Hush, baby,” you admonish him with a furrowed brow, stilling his hips again with your hands. “Be a patient good boy and you’ll get what you need.” Eventually…you think smugly.

He can only manage a whimper in response.

Finally, you place soft, barely there kisses up his shaft, feeling his rapid pulse through the throbbing veins. His foreskin awaits and you kiss gently around it, and it must be very sensitive because he’s fully gasping now, quiet “uh, uh, uhs” escaping his lips. Using only your tongue, you dip it into and under the foreskin, swirling it around the head.

“Oh, oh, no, t-too much, too much, mama!” he half moans-half cries, nearly levitating off the bed, but you don’t stop, instead sucking the tip of him into your mouth and soothing the head with your tongue.

You look up at the man you are in love with, in all his messy ecstasy, as tears stream down the sides of his pretty face, but he does not say the words, only sighing at this little bit of relief you give him. So, you continue, after this moment of reprieve, sending your tongue up and down his shaft, then kissing and tonguing his sensitive tip as though it were a dripping ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

“Please, please, please,” Elvis pants out of that wonderous and full mouth of his. By the time you use your hand to fondle his balls again, he is so fully enraptured, staring up into the mirrors above you, that you’re not sure he’s even on the same plane as you anymore.

God, it has you nearly coming undone yourself to see him like this, bringing him closer and closer to the edge without letting him fall over. You find yourself pressing your thighs together, desperate for your own friction.

His gorgeous eyes flutter down to you as you once again tongue his tip. “B-bein’ good, m-mama, please, needju,” he whimpers, his words slurring together.

“Bein’ so good, baby boy,” you praise him, then you take him fully into your mouth, pumping once, twice, and then you feel his entire body tense and shake.

“F-f-fuuuuckkk,” he groans gutturally, his hips bucking into your throat, coming completely undone nearly instantly. His eyes roll back into his head, beads of sweat mixing with the tears down his face, and the prominent vein in his neck pulses in time with his salty, thick release. It coats your tongue, and you swallow him down readily before gently lathing your tongue over the tip of his sex. He squirms under you, rocked and hypersensitive as you pop off him.

“Thank you, mama,” he whispers, looking so relieved and sex drunk that you are beside yourself now. Every nerve ending inside you is on fire. Before he can soften, you climb onto his lap, lining him up with your entrance and sliding him through your soaking folds and into your heat.

Elvis’ eyes widen in shock and he wiggles his hips down into the mattress as if trying to escape. little “ah ah ah!” puffs come from his lips, like he’s handling a hot potato.

“M-mama, ah, ah! I-I-I can’t,” he shakes his head before slamming it back onto the bed.

“Oh, you can, baby boy, you can, I promise,” you say breathlessly, relishing the feel of him filling you, even though he’s beginning to soften slightly. You roll your hips in his lap. “You’re gonna keep being such a good boy and make me come, right, baby?” you encourage demurely, hooking enough into his ego and his need to please you to keep him going.

All you know is that you need him, need to keep him inside you, to have him fill you up, even if you have to wait.

The noise that comes from him is somewhere between a groan and a growl, his eyes screwing shut for a moment as he tries to compose himself enough to continue. You still, placing your hands on his chest, and wait for his response.

“How about this? You’ve been so good for mama. I’m gonna take this scarf off you and you use those hands to show me some love while we wait,” you say.

That has him opening those glassy, pretty eyes of his and nodding.

“Mama’s gonna keep makin’ you feel real good, don’t you worry now, baby,” you tut at him, untying the knots at his wrists. The silk yields easily. You lean forward on top of his chest and throw it around his neck.

Elvis rolls his wrists a few times then wraps his arms around your back, holding you fast to him while he continues to breathe heavily. The feeling of being draped on him and held in his long arms sends an almost wholesome warmth through your body. Oh, how you missed being close to him like this. It’s almost as if you didn’t know it until this very second, that string that has been pulling you two together for so long finally loosening as you fall unencumbered into each other’s arms.

After a long moment, he calms and his hands start roaming slowly over your back. You can feel the cool of his rings against your fiery skin and it sends shivers through you. You feel starved for him, hence your desperate need to have him inside you and to show him with every fiber of your being that you will be all he ever needs from here on out.

You hum softly, pleased, when his hands find your ass, your hips, and you swivel them. He is soft inside you for the moment, at least, and you feel the sharp intake of breath at your movements, his hands gripping you to keep you still.

Still sensitive, you think.

His hands flutter up and down your sides then, softly enough to make you want more. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest, the rhythm beginning to match yours the longer you stay intertwined. This is what you’ve been missing, needing, all along. Him vulnerable and sated under you. Knowing that you are the only one he truly wants. Knowing that it’s been that way for almost as long as you’ve known him.

“Say it again,” you whisper into his neck, kissing his pulse points.

It only takes him a moment to understand what you are asking.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“Mmmm,” you hum, kissing your way up his strong, angular jaw to his lips. “Again.”

“I love you.” It rumbles in his chest so you can feel it vibrate into yours.

Each time he says it, it dances through you, lighting up all the dark spaces that were so afraid and convinced he would never feel the same.

You kiss his lips, softly at first, then deepening as your own love pours out of you and into him.

His hands are everywhere now, one tangling in your hair, the other snapping the clasp of your bra undone. Your mouths separate just long enough for you to rip off the lace and fling it to the side. The feel of his bare chest against yours makes you feel like you are melting into him. Your mouths are unhurried but intense, tongues exploring, devouring each other whole.

“I love you,” you say into his mouth, voice hushed and reverent.

He pauses for a moment, pulling back just enough for you to get lost in the oceanic depths of his eyes as they gaze at you adoringly, as if memorizing your features. “I’m yours,” he says. Then he pulls you back down to him, his mouth consuming you once more.

You’re not sure how long you lay there, kissing, touching, exploring each other as if it were the first time, but it is long enough that you feel him begin to stiffen inside of you once more, just as you knew he would. Slowly, you begin to rock on top of him, your hands and lips tracing his Apollo-like features. Your fingers rake through his raven hair, damp with sweat from the exertion.

Elvis’ hands cup your face, your neck, tangling through your hair, caressing your breasts. He touches you reverently, though as your passions increase, his hands light streams of fire over your skin wherever they deem to touch. A heated coil tightens again in your belly, more gradually this time, but deep all the same.

The room is quiet, save for the heavy breathing that has synced between the two of you, a hushed feeling that matches the intensity of your lovemaking. His deep gaze threatens to consume you from below as you ride him, and every cell in your body is being called to his.

He fills you in ways no one ever has and as no one ever could. Perhaps he was made just for you, you think, with how perfectly you align. You realize that this is the first time you’ve had him with all your memories intact. Every moment the two of you have had since the beginning now swells between you, a now shared history that makes this moment all the more poignant.

You are lost in the depths of him just as much as he is lost in you. You can see it now, so obviously, and you wonder how you spend so very long without him. Beyond his talent, beyond his gorgeousness, lies that both human yet ethereal man, and he is wonderful and he is flawed, and he is finally yours.

He expertly touches your sensitive bud, sending you careening towards the edge of an abyss that once frightened you. Because of course this was never just about sex, though your brain tried to trick you, making you forget that your love for him started so very long ago. But what terrified you six weeks ago now feels ripe with possibility. What made you feel trapped has now been set free. And as that coil snaps and you fracture above him, it allows your true self to emerge for the first time in a very long time.

“I love you, Elvis,” you breathe, locking eyes with him as you fall, knowing he will be there to catch you.

Your moan of pleasure, his name a whispered prayer on your lips, coupled with the sight of you has him following right behind you, all his years of fear and guilt splintering into pieces along with the most intense orgasm he has ever had.   

“I love you, y/n,” he returns in equal measure.

You collapse into his arms, unaware of the tears on your face until you feel them wetting the pink scarf that somehow remains around his neck. Elvis holds you to him, his fingers twirling the ends of your hair, not just with possessiveness and control, but with unfettered love. There is aways to go between the two of you in your relationship, now that you remember everything that has happened, but you have no doubt that the two of you will figure it all out, together this time.

For the first time in forever, you feel truly at peace.

Finally, you are exactly where you need to be.

With the man you love eternally, who loves you just as much.

Here, with Elvis.

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Male reader???? Open Requests??? 👀 Perfect 😌

Please, if it isn't too much of an inconvenience for you, may I please request a Dean or Sam Winchester x Male!Reader story where Dean/Sam and the reader have been dating on the DL, haven't quite made it public yet, until the reader is put in a situation that makes Dean/Sam extremely jealous and overprotective (maybe something dealing with Crowley or a random stranger being flirty with them?) And they kinda out themselves in that situation due to the jealousy?

No worries if you can't! You're still amazing! ❤️ Have a wonderful holiday!

Hey big man! Hope you're having a great day and hoped you had a special holiday! @jayjet Tagged you so you don't have to search if I didn't or not.

Hope you don't mind if I chose Dean. If you want a Sam one also just say the word and i'll write it.

DEAN WINCHESTER X MALE READER

He wasn't ready. Dean wanted way more time before before he even thought about coming out as bisexual.

Of course you were respectable. You and him talked about boundaries and different topics like pda, telling other people and just etc. Dean didn't want no pda and people knowing. So you respected his choices and talked more about it.

Today you, Sam and dean were going to a nearby bar. It was a long day hunting the supernatural, so you suggested to just go somewhere and chill and that so happens to be at a bar.

Everything was going normal. Y'all had a table in the back drinking beers and whatever y'all wanted. Even had some chips on the table. Everything was going good until y'all ran out of beers.

Like if it was on cue a waiter strolls to the table placing beers down. All of you exchange looks because none of you ordered more. "Sorry I think you got the wrong table." Sam says trying to give the beers back earning a glare from his brother.

"No sir. A man over there ordered you some and paid for them." The woman says pointing at a man who is sitting in the shadows of the bar. "Uhm do you know him?" Y/n asks the waiter.

"Yes hes a frequent customer. He has never done this to anyone, so one of you might be special." The woman gives the group one last smile before heading off.

Y/n gives the brother a confused look before turning back around at the man who bought them drinks. "Let's go talk to him." Sam says much to his brother's annoyance. Y/n stands up from his chair walking to the man's table as the brothers trail behind them.

"Hi stranger." The man says first watching Y/n take a seat while the brothers stand behind Y/n staring down at him. "Hi. Thanks for the drinks back there." Y/n thanks him with a smile.

"Your welcome handsome~" The man makes a bold flirt shamelessly not even caring for the shorter man that's standing is glaring bullets at him. The comment makes Y/n chuckle.

"But if you mind can I ask you why you bought them for us?" Y/n asks leaning back into his chair crossing his arms. "It's simple really. I bought them for you. I mean it's not often when I see such a handsome man like you." That comment catches Y/n a bit off guard and his cheeks become hot."Uhm anyways. What's your name?"

"Alex. And what's your name?" "It's Y/n and this is Dean and Sam." Y/n answers pointing at the brothers. Alex looks at Dean's pissed face and smirks to himself planning something. "Y/n why is a man like you here? You should be on the big screen or in magazines. You're way too handsome to be here. Wasting so much potential."

Before Y/n could respond Alex adds more to his last comment. "I am a photographer. I was wondering if I could take some pictures with that beautiful body and face of yours-----" "NO." Dean cuts Alex. Dean pulls Y/n's arm getting him off the chair. But sadly Alex reacted fast as well taking a hold of Y/n's other arm. "Let the man answer for himself." Alex says trying to tug Y/n closer to his side.

"No. He's busy and I bet he would feel a lot better without your comments." Dean tugs Y/n arm back to him like a game of tug & war. Sam stands in the middle looking at them awkwardly. "Well you don't know that. I mean cmon no need to get overprotective." Alex suggests trying to convince Dean to let them be.

"He doesn't need his pictures taken by a complete stranger and a weirdo." The two bicker back and forth pulling Y/n back and forth in the process making Y/n feel irritated and deeply annoyed.

"Stop acting like you're his boyfriend or something!" Alex shouts at Dean making Dean ten times more pissed than he already was. "Oh yeah! Guess what he is my fucking boyfriend!" Sam eyes widened looking at Dean is he serious. "That man you're trying to prey on is my boyfriend! For about five months!" With one last pull Dean finally wins Y/n over wrapping his arms protectively around his boyfriend. Dean leaves with Y/n leaving poor Sammy still in the bar.

As soon the two are out of the bar Dean pulls Y/n for a deep kiss wrapping his arms around Y/n tighter in a way like hes telling people Y/n is off limits. The two pull away and stare at each other lovingly in total silence until the silence is broken by Y/n. "I thought you were ready yet?" Y/n says nudging his head against Dean's."I wasn't until that asshole came along. I felt so mad and a bit worried." Dean slips out his confession out with a sigh.

"Sounds like you got jealous~" Y/n teases with a chuckle.

"Like hell I get jealous. It's just that no other asshole is gonna flirt with my boyfriend when i'm around."

"I like this side of you Dean."

"I like all the sides of you Y/n." Dean's joke was hella corny earning him to be pushed away by Y/n. "Yeah after that joke I may just go pick Alex."

"Don't you dare!?!"

THE END

[genericpuff]

Do you think Rachel knows about LO rekindled? Or that she could've secretly been reading your comics? 👀

I mean, I think people think I want her to know about it, I know that's a common criticism made of it that I made Rekindled to like, "get Rachel to notice me", but like... y'all there's a reason I only post it to Tumblr and mirror it on Dillyhub (when I remember to actually upload pages there oop-), I stay off Rachel's turf over on Webtoons and on other major webtoon platforms because I don't feel entitled to Rachel seeing Rekindled and frankly I just don't want that kind of attention lmao That's just bad energy I don't want to invite, I already feel like I'm pushing the limit of what's "okay" with some of the criticisms I have here and Rekindled as a whole. I get enough back-of-the-head punches from her fanbase as it is LMAO

If I wanted Rachel's attention, you'd see me in her IG comment section with the rest of the "haters" asking her why she's spending more time working on memes than on her comic or tagging her in my posts or, at minimum, using the #lore olympus tags which I'm sure you've noticed I also don't do ! and generally ask people not to do when sharing Rekindled :' ) (I've actually gotten her attention in the past that way, back when I still loved the comic and I did that LO tattoo that she retweeted which was neat for about 15 seconds lol)

Don't get me wrong, I still talk plenty of shit, but I try my best to keep it in my own house because I'm not entitled to Rachel's attention or time, she's clearly doing what she wants to do and I'm doing what I wanna do, we're each in our own house, managing our own lawns. Sure, I might be that weird neighbor who's side-eyeing her through the window blinds and talking shit about her very loudly from my kitchen, but it's completely on her - at her own risk - if she chooses to listen in, just like how it's completely on me to read LO at my own risk of taking psychic damage LMAO

If she is reading Rekindled then idk, I hope she enjoys it I guess? But I totally don't blame her if she doesn't like it, the fact that one of her assistants have blocked me despite us never interacting definitely gives me the sense that she does know about it to some degree. And there have been uh... signs...

BUT those are just hoof beats so I'm not gonna go chasing zebra's, what's more likely is that she's literally just minding her own business drawing her comic and trying to get her finale sorted out. Don't mention Rekindled in her comment sections if you can help it, don't be obnoxious with sharing it in the LO-focused spaces, leave well enough alone so I can keep making this for the people who it's made for, that's all I ask :' ) <3

[epickiya722]

Haha right? It's so normalized while it's actually so inappropriate to go to a stranger and talk about their sexual preferences.

I hate how "x fans" is called "x fuckers" now. Yeah I like Sukuna. No I don't want to fuck him. But all there is in his tags.

I'd go as far as to say that people don't care about characters. They just want to put them into tropes box to imagine them as their vampire/alpha male/ceo lover.

And I find it ironic how the same will trash talk about fanboys while they do the exact same thing. '"let women be horny" they will say, because reducing a story to you being horny is ok.

I still want to publish my stories because some fandom gave me hope. But I don't hold my breath anymore.

It is very inappropriate. Like, damn, I can't just like the character? I can't be entertained by their antics?

There are just so many things that shouldn't be normalized across fandoms and going into someone's inbox to be like "*insert character* fucker" is one.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind people having their fantasies about their faves, let alone am I gonna police anybody on or care to. Waste of my time, I got fics to write! Posts to post! 😭

But sometimes I do think "does this person actually care about the character's story"?

Because some of those same people will have so many takes on their faves that don't even be that character. That is a whole OC you created!!

I actually wasn't aware of this until only recently that people accepted for Sukuna to become some absolute horndog when Yorozu was up all over him. Maybe I missed something, but Sukuna only ever expressed being interested in fighting and killing people and personally, he never really came across as some sexual deviant to me.

I feel like sometimes if you have this fanon version of your fave, that is not your favorite. In no way, should you feel the need to like this whole other version of your "fave" in order to like him. Then why have them as your favorite in the first place?

I like Sukuna because he entertains me. He's this evil ass menace who wants all the smoke and the biggest beef he has is with a 15 year old (who is my all time favorite of JJK). Sukuna also this mysterious air about him because we still don't know much about his backstory, let alone everything he can do. (I had this recent thought about a technique that I should probably get to writing.) I have theories about his character, like how he may really be as a person, true. But at the same time, I'm not gonna believe my theories about him are canon because "I know him better than Gege". Anything I say isn't canon unless said so explicitly. I didn't create Sukuna. I am just another fan just vibing along with the story.

And it really is insane to me that people will do that. People were saying "female fans of JJK are ruining the fandom, they're all so horny" as if all us are horny, let alone engage in the anime for said reasons.

The same people *cough cough* misogynists *cough* who say that be the same people who will have a wallpaper of someone like Nami as their header and she'll have boobs bigger than what she has in canon.

Oooh, y'all don't like folks be objectifying the JJK men, huh? Even though for years female characters have gotten the treatment in Shonen. You cannot be dragging Gojo fans when you want to be Makima's dog. Stop that now.

Also, its not just the men! Uh, Yuki Tsukumo exists! She has a lot of fans who find her attractive. There's Shoko, Utahime, Takako, Mei Mei...

I'm waiting for the day 143 gets animated because I just know people are gonna go 👀.

Like, either way, if you're a person who gets constantly horny over your faves, why are you upset with someone doing the same?

I saw this meme post about how people tend to overlook the story and its details and only focus on the attractive cast and fights. And some people were like "but people are only focusing on the fights and attractive cast".

No, they're not. You're missing the point.

For one, you can find the characters attractive and enjoy the fights. That is fine. But at the same time, don't miss the story. Pay attention to it because it's just as important, if not more.

Second, not everyone is focused on just the fights and cast. If that was the cast, why do we have theories and meta posts? Why do we have people writing fics that study the character they're writing about? If no one is focusing on the story and only like the fights and attractiveness of the characters, then those kind of posts from fans wouldn't exist.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S3 Musings - Louis Going Forward

I've been seeing posts in the tags, and just wanna urge LDPDL fans (esp. show-only fans) who fear that Louis won't have anything to do after S2, not to freak out just yet. No, he doesn't show up in the books as much as Lestat, ofc, but if AMC's smart they'll realize that there's plenty of book!Louis content to keep Jacob around!

We've gotten plenty of assurances from Rolin Jones that they've no intention of sidelining Louis, as Loustat's endgame (a la Blood Communion). (But Rolin's also fanboyed nonstop how much he's been waiting to do TVL and focus on Les's story & adventures. Ofc, intent & execution are 2 different things, so forgive us, Rolin, if the fandom's side-eying y'all.)

Louis taking an active role in Owning the Night and dropping his address so the vamps can take him on is a BOLD move; I love it. Rolin said waaay early in S1 that they made AMC!Louis stronger and with more of a backbone than book!Louis, and he definitely is. Plus, AMC!Lou has the Fire Gift--one of the most powerful attacks in a vampire's arsenal. So I imagine that S3 will be pretty busy for Louis--in contrast to the fandom's hilarious headcanons that Louis'll be minding his business at home crocheting and doing yoga while Lestat's making a fool of himself on tour. 🤣 He' pretty much gearing up to be Louis the Vampire Slayer! Guillermo! Take notes!

While book!Louis isn't in TVL (Lestat's backstory), he comes back in QotD when Loustat get back together again. So we have a lot to look forward to there, as Lestat tries to get all the vamps' attention so they stay AWAY from Louis & fight Lestat instead--culminating in Les' disastrous Death Valley concert when Akasha appears.

Loustat has a lot of romantic scenes together as Les starts courting Lou again, asking him to come his concerts & watch him perform--so I hope AMC gives us some backstage lovin', showing Lou as "Monsieur le Rockstar's" boyfriend, b4 all hell breaks loose & Akasha takes Les away. :(

Book-plot wise though, the elephant in the room is ofc TotBT, and David Talbot. 🤮 We don't know yet how far AMC's going with Raglan James, and if they're incorporating that book into S3, or saving his schemes for the new Talamasca series and holding Raglan's fight with Lestat until S4. 👀

Aside from Les, TotBT is a VERY important moment for Louis' character development, too. I've already explained Louis' HIGHLY significant role in that book, and how Louis' choices impact Lestat going forward with Memnoch. So we'll have to wait and see if Raglan shows up again any time soon.

I PRAY that "others we can't tell you about yet" means Raglan, and NOT that racist pedo David Talbot. Everyone knows David was conjured up as AR's Replacement-Louis when she didn't wanna write anymore sad & depressed mopey vampires anymore. So instead we get that closeted colonizer David, and AR got butthurt when people didn't like him, LOL (esp. not in Merrick, oof!). 😂

But tbf, the QotD majorly improved David's character, removing every bit of his problematic context, to just focus on his role in the Talamasca, tracking down vampires like Marius; which is smart.

So I say AMC could/should either:

do what QotD did: water David down to make him less problematic

give his role as Les' sidekick to Daniel--maybe providing context for how/why Daniel was Turned; if he's still human during Les' tour (in the S3 promo), and gets injured by Raglan, so Armand swoops in & saves him

give his role to as Les' sidekick to Louis, Mr. & Mrs. Smith style, as they fight Raglan together (cuz book!Louis already said he'd kill Raglan if he ever saw him). Does AMC!Lou have beef w/ him for snooping around w/ Daniel in S2? 👀

So yeah, there's a lot of action-packed potential for Louis in S3; that takes him beyond his grief over Claudia (esp. since we won't have Merrick as the following book/season)--unless ghost!Claudia is a thing and she becomes a Problem™️. But that's way too close to the plot of Blackwood Farm, which I'd prefer AMC do instead--esp. since that way we can still get Merrick Mayfair come in as a crossover.

That's so precious! 😍

A cleansing, amen! I can't imagine what Jacob had to go through, playing Louis! Method acting is REALLY hard, esp. with mentally ill & chronically insane characters--we all saw what it did to Heath Ledger! And look at Joaquin Phoenix, out there literally starving himself, jfc.

Nah, we get you, Jacob.

Jacob, I've been saying it since S1: YOU WERE ROBBED OF YOUR EMMYS. I effing hate AMC for not doing you the justice you deserved and making sure S2 could at least qualify for a nomination. I'll never forgive them for it; esp. cuz you can bet your arse they won't fumble the ball in The Vampire Lestat's season; oh nooo~! 🙄😒 White Lestans can gaslight TF out of us all they want, minimizing our trauma & pain & rightful suspicions, but Black actors have been shafted by Hollywood bureaucracy & shenanigans since it's effing inception, and IDGAF what anyone says--once is an accident, twice is a pattern!

He really is. But I get so mad & so offended that Jacob's immense talent and Louis' incredible character arc is shunted to the side by critics & viewers alike. Brad Pitt put literally ZERO effort into Louis and it showed; meanwhile Jacob's out here giving the acting performance of a lifetime. But people won't STFU about Lestat's hair.

EIGHT SEASONS!? Motherfudger, wtf!? XD I'm all for it, but y'all are gonna have to speed up how long it takes to film & air each season--at 2+ years per hiatus, 16 years is way too much, even for the Supernatural fandom. And LBH, Jam Reiderson & Eric are NOT gonna make it 16 years in the face department.

That is so beautifully put, Sam. ISTG, when is he publishing his doctoral dissertation on TVC already!?

FACTS! I have hope for S3. It's perfectly OK to tonally shift and switch MCs! So long as you're not neglecting & disrespecting THE titular vampire--hasn't Louis suffered enough?! 😅 I'm excited for where S3 takes him.

[harloqui]

I see there's new people in the tags? 👀

I'm kinda concerned about the amount of shifters trickling in and your safety, so I hope y'all don't mind if I offer up some information and tips for newbies looking to safely navigating the community:

Avoid people who start talking about doomsday conspiracies. They never come true, and tends to create unnecessary drama and anxiety. Also be wary of people who talk about hunters a lot - those who talk about them aren't typically dangerous but it can still lead to a lot of unnecessary paranoia and drama, so you might want to avoid those conversations if you're not in a good headspace for them.

Never pay for any claimed tricks or secrets to shifting. Never give any of your personal info (as in, photos of yourself, your address, etc.) to someone offering to turn you. Never meet up with someone who claims to be able to turn you. Most (if not all) of the people offering "the secrets to p-shift" freely like this have nefarious intentions, and you don't want to get caught up in their plans.

Don't feel pressured to do things that make you feel worse, or impair you. Nobody should be forcing you to shift, cut off connections or friends, hurt yourself or do anything that you don't feel comfortable doing. If they are, cut them off or tell someone who can help.

If you're the pack-faring type, remember that packs should be democratic and fair to all its members. A pack should not be a dictatorship, or a place where some members gang up on others. An alpha or beta should not be power-hungry and controlling. Packs are more like found family, a group of friends, or an online forum, not an abusive cult.

Keep up with your health and life. Don't neglect it because you're a shifter, make sure you're healthy (or as healthy as you can be.) Shifting sucks when you're sick, so make sure you're taking care of yourself! But don't overdo it (don't take too much vitamins or drink too much water, for example) - even too much of a good thing can be dangerous! And don't do anything that seems too dangerous for your body. Even as a shifter (and even when shifted) your body still has limits.

Also, don't forget to take care of your mundane duties either. You may be a shifter, but you're also living in a human society, and unfortunately you can't survive in one without living like a human. (I know younger shifters tend to get a little overzealous and forget about their everyday lives for a bit, so this is moreso geared towards them than the experienced ones.) Stay in school, learn well, pick up a new hobby or two, enjoy what human society has to offer.

(Also take this, it will help you on your journey)

I'm pretty sure most of you know this already, but since I don't know who knows, I thought it wouldn't hurt to have a refresher. Stay safe out there!

[askleondompteur]

hey bro, YOU AND SUI SHOULD LITERALLY DATE EKXNEKDKEMD, don't be shy 👀🍵

@leonscape hope you don't mind being tagged, your blogs are mostly full of leon, leon, and leon anyway- (and i like that)

im just gonna say, ngl y'all are literally matching 😉

i would be here for support 🫶🏼 (despite being anon)

- you already know me ✌🏼

(im so sorry admin that you have to read that 🥹-)

*in amusement* huh.. I don't really mind, after that confession...

so, @leonscape what do you think? Should we take this idea into consideration? ✨🦁

[rosyblooom]

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PAIRING: lando norris x fem quadrant!reader SUMMARY: y/n loves levi's jeans—it's all she wears, ever. so when lando has to draw her in a quadrant video, that's what he draws: levi's jeans. a bad attempt at flirting? maybe, but it gets the ball rolling. A/N: been listening to 'levii's jeans' 24/7 since the album dropped omg

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[misc-obeyme]

"tag redacted because i got too embarrassed" HELP WHY IS THAT A MOOD AKSKD, I'M ALWAYS HOLDING BACK IN MY TAGS AND ASKS BC I BECOME SELF AWARE AT THE LAST SECOND (the things i must keep to myself about mammon-). My tags are messy and long bc i always ramble

you already know why I'm here !! To enable !! that line from barbatos is wild in the best way, and understandable why you'd go crazy 😭 that's me with the horror devilgram where mammon is saying something like "ya look so scared. You know that only turns me on more?" Like HELLO GOOD SIR WKWKDF OKAY FINE YOU CAN MURDER ME IF YOU KEEP TALKING LIKE THAT WHEW

all I'm saying is 👀 barb smut would go hard LMAO

Also!! I saw the other ask and 😭😭🥹🥹 wdym people like my story?! brb sobbing, I LOVE Y'ALL SM FOR THE SUPPORT WAHHH

next part soon hopefully maybe 😭 I'm trying to beat og before Thursday (lesson 71) bc i go on vacation next week with limited internet, and I've been working hard on the solomams songfic. I'M AT 3.5K WORDS ?!

I'm not even done is the worst part, but i wrote a kiss scene and got all embarrassed at 3 in the morning. these bitches are switches and it shows (i think)

AOKAY IVE ALMOST MADE IT TO WORK BYEE

- ✨ anon

I am such a rambler in the tags! Sometimes I can keep 'em short and sweet, but then sometimes I say WAY too much and I have to delete stuff. And in this case, I was like, I can't with this lol. If you all only knew the realities of what I keep to myself... but after my ramblings, I'm pretty consistent with my tags. I tried to keep them as simple as possible so I wouldn't forget them.

I swear there was another card or event or something where Mammon said that MC being scared turned him on?? Or like they were making out and being chased by zombies or something and he was like wow I'm so turned on right now??? Something along those lines. Which I find very funny considering he's usually the one who's scared!

But oh wow "You need to learn your place." All I can think about is a situation where Barb has a bratty MC tied up and then it's all- okay I better stop before I have to redact things again. But yeah that line just awakens the brat in me lololol. TMI I KNOW.

AND YES! See, the consensus is that we love your story and want more of it lol! Whenever you're ready to share the next part, that is! I'm curious about the playlist drama!

Also you would be surprised at how quickly words can rack up if you aren't paying attention. This happens to me A LOT. Like all the time.

The thing about this, in my opinion, is that sometimes you need more words than you realize because you need the space to tell the story. Usually if I'm just writing something short and sweet, it's a single scene, plucked out of time, depicting a very simple idea. But the second a story gets a little more complex is the second you start finding you need more and more words for it to make sense! I say just go with it, let yourself write as much as the story needs!!

Everybody in this game is a switch as far as I'm concerned lol. I can't help it, that's just how they live in my mind.

Anyway, I hope you're enjoying the writing process! Don't push yourself and don't be afraid to write a lot!!

[holdmytesseract]

a/n: Since it's my birthday today, I've got a little present for y'all! 😁 I had this idea at 7.30 in the morning, wrote it down and well... I love it! I hope you guys love it too! ❤ I labelled this one as mature... Just in case. You never know... 👀

Also, I don't know what it is, but somehow I can seemingly only write smuttish fluffy things for them. 😂

Warnings: veeeeeery suggestive smut/smut - but nothing graphic, pregnancy things, fluuuuff!

In Love and Pleasure

"O-Oh goods, W-Will..." Her eyebrows furrowed in deep pleasure, before she clawed her hands into the skin of his upper body, nails digging into his belly. Will's hands were guiding her hips; holding and steadying her. Her legs quivered against his thighs, as he bucked his hips up into hers - careful and gently, not to hurt the child Y/N was growing in her womb. Their child. A soft moan was leaving the vicar's lips at the thought running through his mind. They had created a new life together. The biggest, most beautiful proof of the love - the deep bond they shared. What more could he wish for? He had a wonderful home, friends, a hearty flog - which came to mass every Sunday. He had Y/N - his beautiful wife; and soon... Soon, he'd become a father. What a blessing. Will smiled, closing his eyes. He felt his heart beating fast against his ribcage and the pure happiness and pleasure flooding his veins. Y/N stopped her movements a few seconds later; enchanted, amused and a bit confused by her husband's sudden change of expression. She let her hands travel over his taunt stomach, up to his chest. "What are you smiling at, Will?" Y/N asked with an audible smile in her voice, as she twirled the fine, dark hairs covering the vicar's pecs around her fingers. His smile even widened, before he reopened his eyes, looking up to the woman above him. The light of the sinking sun poured through the window, causing her skin to glow. Her Y/H/C hair was messed up; a few thick strands had fallen into her face. She smiled - and by God, Will was sure it was the most beautiful smile he ever saw a human being smiling. His eyes travelled downwards, marvelling her gorgeous naked body, as they landed on her slightly protruding stomach. She looked ethereal and absolutely mesmerising. Y/N would never fail to be a literal goddess to the vicar. Never.

Will couldn't help himself, but to cup the growing bump which was his child, causing a shiver to run down his spine. Nothing was able to compare to this feeling. To feel a new life growing underneath your palms. Nothing.

He shook his head. "Nothing, my love. I'm just so happy." She smiled even more, let her hands wander to the vicar's shoulder, "Come here." and squeezed them slightly; signalling him to sit up. Will did as she told him to and sat up. The movement caused Y/N to bit her lip in order to suppress a sensual whine. Her palms squeezed Will's shoulders again, but this time involuntarily - out of pleasure. The vicar, wasted no time, begun to place soft, small kisses on her skin, starting with her collarbone. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, burying her hands in his blonde-brown locks and tugged gently - which elicited a delicious, hoarse groan from her husband's lips. "I love you," Will panted in between the kisses he bestowed upon her, while he had started to move his hips once again. His hands now firmly planted on her lower back. "I l-love you t-to-Ohhh..."

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a/n: In case you want to read their whole story (Blurred Love), you can find it here! 😄

Tagging the Blurred Love crew: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @youlightmeupfinn @jennyggggrrr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @lulubelle814 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @wolfsmom1 @michelleleewise @kats72 @sititran @chantsdemarins @d1a2n389 @vbecker10 @huntress-artemiss @javagirl328 @kingtwhiddleston @fictive-sl0th

[askclavislelouch]

i can tell you're probably the light bdsm type (a sadist one despite that) and i can see it right in your eyes 🤨 (you love oral too i guess?)

you would tease emma too much and keep her in pleasure and which she'll be frustrated and just wanted to actually do it already, and i think you would do something involve with her thighs and tbh you wouldn't take her or this seriously since teasing is part of your torture 😏

of course, you'll tie her up during y'all intercourse, making emma feel extreme overwhelming pleasure to your touches and kisses and she will desperately beg you to just be serious for once, which of course your mischievous self wouldn't listen to her and kept doing what you want to her 👀

so what do you think of this? let me know if you want to add something for yourself ☺️🍵

@ask-ikepriemma (hope you don't mind me tagging you again just so you could see this, you know me 😉)

anyways love you clavis 😘

- you might've known me from a few asks i gave you 🤭 (idk)

I have been told to use a warning for these kinds of asks.

Nsfw below the cut. MDNI 🔞

I consider myself to be an experimentalist. This means I wish to try most things at least once, as long as my partner expresses their consent.

I do enjoy a little teasing before the main event takes place. And, indeed, I focus more on my partner's pleasure rather than my own.

Also, you are correct. I would love nothing more than to play with my partner's thighs. Hahaha. After all, I'm a leg man.

Overstimulation and edging are fun techniques, both when it comes to giving and receiving. Hahaha.

Allow me to add, first and foremost, that I am a gentleman who enjoys catering to my partner's wishes. So, if they wished to be more dominant, I would allow it when the time is right. Hahaha.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, little bunny.