#and adam rides a motorcycle

[deoidesign]

someone asked me what if adam and steve switched vampire and werewolf...

And then since my monsters are purposefully not much visually different because of metaphors, I went more traditional vampire and werewolf...

and then I got carried away...

[boanerges20]

Adam Child // Britten V1000

[lizpaige]

treat!!!

hi anon thank you for the ask! i’ve got a brother in law headcanon for you. 🫡

in trc we get glimpses of adam being envious of declan, but i think post-dreamer trilogy (like epilogue time?) declan is jelly of adam. why? adam is basically living declan's dream.

we don't know what declan is doing for a living in the epilogue, right? oops if we do lmao but declan in trc/tdt is basically an errand boy, on the phone making threats, making deals, getting shit done, etc. i think declan always wanted to do the secret agent government b.s. (I mean just look at his john wick moment, he was thriving). maybe he's totally healed and happy now and has no ambitions for that life, but come onnnnnn

adam showing up to the belated jordeclan engagement party on his cool guy motorcycle with his new dot gov email address telling people he can't tell them what he does for a living it's top secret 😉 declan would be fumingggggg

[insanethrottlebikernews]

HE GREAT AMERICAN CONVOY WITH ADAM SANDOVAL *FULL VIDEO*

#ADAMSANDOVAL #MOTORCYCLES #BIKERS Partnering with Harley Davidson in honor of the brand’s 120th anniversary, the convoy is visiting 120 select dealerships across the country to raise money benefitting American Veterans through the Wounded Warrior Project. The event was organized by world record-setting motorcyclist Adam Sandoval. “I’ve been raising money doing charity rides for veterans for…

[likeasecondself]

so happy to know pynch are the type to have birthday sex. adam riding 16 hours on a roundtrip on the motorcycle to spend 3 hours with ronan and his main object being "need to take off your clothes" is beautiful. and yes, they did have sex even though it was not on the page. the whole thing with brdye took about 20 minutes, which leaves 2 hours and 40 minutes in which he fucked his birthday boy (they were already in the bedroom) and then ate. adam would not go back to harvard without having met all three objects, being a man with very little time and being as goal-oriented as he is

[iammistressofmyfate]

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish

Tags: Ronan Lynch and His Casual Swearing, Motorcycles, Motorcycle Riding Lessons, Flirting, Fluff, Ronan Lynch Loves Adam Parrish, Adam Parrish Loves Ronan Lynch, Post-Greywaren

Summary: Adam teaches Ronan how to ride his motorcycle.

Excerpt:

Adam had his arms crossed over his chest. His expression was one of skepticism. His fine mouth turned down in a bit of a frown, fair brows furrowed.

It didn't make him look any less handsome as he stared at Ronan, who was straddling the elegant, rough-and-ready motorcycle he'd dreamt for Adam what felt like ages ago. The expression looked at home on Adam's face.

While Ronan preferred Adam smiling, his concentrated expression was just as appealing.

"You're sure you're ready?" Adam asked, dubious.

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[cabeswaterdrowned]

honorable mentions:

Ronan being senselessly turned on by Adam on a motorcycle in Call Down The Hawk, eliminated for not technically being a car but still impressive

Jordan stealing Declan’s car and in doing so feeling closer to Hennessy while also closer to Declan.

Adam teaching Gansey about fixing cars.

The picture in Adam’s glove rendezvous has a the man (who looks like Greenmantle, which is to say like a combination of Ronan and Gansey, which is to say he looks like Declan but I digress) standing next to a German made car.

I could have sworn in addition to the Gansey comparing Adam to the Pig scene there was a scene where Ronan did as well but I looked up every time the word “Camaro” is mentioned in the Dream Thieves + The Raven King (only books with Ronan pov chapters) and did not find this so I wonder if I made it up, or saw someone else misremember and then adopted it in my memory. Someone enlighten me if not. There are certainly others but I either couldn’t remember them or couldn’t find text evidence to confirm they were real. Of course, you might say that some of these were likely more intentional from a doylist pov than others, however the text is the text and motifs are motifs. I am simply an academic presenting my findings to you all.

Also the Latin line is said twice once when the Camaro breaks down Ronan says it jokingly to Gansey in the scene where he also puts a leg over Adam’s, then Adam remembers it after a breakdown in TDT as applying to how he’s a “trainwreck” right before finding himself in Ronan’s dream. Feel the others are self explanatory enough but thought this one merited explanation if you haven’t reread recently.

[destialpal]

I’m sorry what do you mean Adam Parrish drove 16 hrs round trip with no sleep from Cambridge to Henrietta on a motorcycle Ronan dreamed up that he doesn’t even know how to properly ride while listening to sociology notes that he prerecorded in order to listen to and study on said drive bc he had an exam the next day just to spend 3 hours with Ronan for his birthday and help him with the whole Bryde situation, and then turn around to go back to Massachusetts immediately after ?????

[devilmen-collector]

When They Learn They Are Going To Be A Father (HC)

Pairing: Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Lucifer x Fem!MC (separate)

Warning: None

Summary: MC tells them she's pregnant

Satan

*slams the wall with his fist*

He's not angry at you, he's just too excited and he has to punch something.

*takes you on a ride with his motorcycle while all of Gehenna celebrates*

"I can't hear anything." "It's still in early stage, Satan" you chuckle as the king of wrath's excitement as he puts his ear on your belly.

However, he can't sleep at night. Thinking about the state of the country, the war, your health, the environment for a kid to grow up, etc. His insomnia is already bad and it just gets worse.

Mammon

*Laughs*

*Lifts you up high and kisses you*

"Master, those words you said give me so much happiness."

He will order all the best and latest technologies of Tartaros be employed to take care of you and the baby.

It's a given that the child will be spoiled rotten and will be given countless presents. But first, the king of greed must choose the first present to be gifted at the child's birth. The first present must be something with special meaning. He's going to take hours to look through the his treasury.

Leviathan

"You are not allowed to leave the royal palace. It's for your and the baby's own good."

Whenever you go, at least one Hades noble must be with you at every moment. Well, in the case of you going to the bathroom, the noble is to stand guard outside.

Keeps talking about the future heir and succession to the throne of Hades, but you know he cares for both you and the baby deeply.

Another king to have insomnia at night. He has a childhood that is horrible than any word can describe, so he can't imagine taking care of the child and giving them a beautiful childhood. The moment he snaps out of his thoughts, it's already morning.

However, he will try his best, he will read everybook there is about taking care of a baby, even practicing with a baby doll. He won't let you know. The king of envy can't wait to see your shocked face when you know that he can take care of the baby perfectly.

Beelzebub

*dies for a good few minutes*

"Then you should eat some more. After all, you have to eat for two now." The king of gluttony says after recovering from shock and winks at you.

Another king to have insomnia at night.

Smokes a lot while thinking about everything that is going to happen, especially the fact that he's going to have a child but can't be with them constantly as they grow up because of the danger he attracts.

Seeks Bael out. He needs to talk it out with his friend.

Will kill anyone who tries to give you drug or alcohol from now on.

Lucifer

Kinda expecting it. After all, pregnancy is a result of sexual intercourse. But that doesn't mean he isn't surprised nor remains completely calm. After all, he's going to be a father.

Even though he seems to be calm on the outside, he's worried on the inside. Probably stops to pray for a few seconds to calm himself down.

He gets insomnia from remembering the atrocities his brothers have done and he fears that he will also fail in raising the kid just as he failed in showing his brothers the right path.

Makes sure that throughout your pregnancy, you will feel comfortable as much as possible and that you will have a smooth childbirth.

Ironically, his child is also "son/daughter of Adam" now. He better starts using your real name more often.

"Daughter o-...MC, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere in your body, call me or the others immediately."

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut - Age gap- reader is 21 ish, Toji is 39 ish. - This chapter- Rough sex, slapping, spitting, Toji calls reader 'bitch' but it's cute lol!? Blow jobs, teasing, objectification, choking, biting, angry sex, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple positions, sixty nine, masturbation

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip. You just gotta hope your dad doesn't find out.

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Chapter 5 - Masterlist - Playlist

Chapter 6

You are on the back of Toji’s motorcycle, in a silky little black dress, as the wind whips through you. You’re wearing his helmet, as he’s just wearing a leather jacket, his hair flipping around as you all ride. It’s thrilling, as your thighs press around his, as your arms are wrapped around his thick, hard body tightly, and when he comes to stop he places a big hand on your little wrists.

“Having fun, doll?” He shouts, as you all take a turn, and you giggle, though he definitely couldn’t hear, burying your head against him.

“So much fun!” You hear that laugh of his, and it hits you in the core. Your little pussy is so sore from earlier, and now as you are straddling the seat the pressure is even worse.

You and Toji pull up to the venue, where Mei and Shiu are lounging at a table watching the band prepare for the set. They wave you both over, and you almost take Toji’s hand, until he just looks down at you, taking off your helmet gently, and you watch that Adam’s apple bob up and down, as he fixes your hair. It may look sweet or caring, but fuck…

Everything this man does makes you soaked.

Uncomfortably soaked honestly. And it also hit your heart, something he keeps doing more and more, and you’re terrified at it. Because even if you say you’re his, for what, this week? Then Toji would leave, and you’d go back to school, and where the fuck would it leave you?

Alone, wrecked.

“What’s wrong doll?” He asks softly then, and you look up, then back at his big hand, sighing.

“Wish I could hold your hand.” You curse then, as you’ve literally let it slip out, then blush, looking down as his lips part. “Let’s go.”

He follows you, but the energy has shifted,Toji himself seemed a little subdued as you all sit next to Shiu and Mei. “Hey how was the ride?”

“So fun!”

“You always loved riding the bike with Toji. Remember?” You flush again, remembering being a little teenager as he rode you around. He’d never been anything but appropriate, but even then? You’d had a damn crush.

“Yeah she did like the bike. She was scared the first few times.”

“You always hung out with Toji so much I thought you had some puppy love thing going on.” Shiu says and you’re covering your face as Toji chuckles, leaning back and your eyes dart to the muscles in the rare dress shirt he’s in.

“Puppy love, no! He was just sort of cool I guess.” You sip some of the drink that’s sat in front of you, and Toji scowls as Shiu and Mei laugh.

“You would always ask ‘when’s Toji coming’ though.” You nearly spit out your drink, as Toji’s eyes caught yours, glinting dark green in the evening. You can see the amusement in his handsome face, on his full lips, smirking right to that scar.

“You’re embarrassing her Shiu!” Mei cuts in thankfully, and you smile at her gratefully. “You look beautiful, love.”

“Oh thank you!” You smile, kissing her cheek.

“You do look beautiful, all grown up.” Your dad hugs you then with one arm, and you smile, sinking into the embrace. “Going to have to fight these boys off you tonight I bet.”

“Oh, let her dance tonight.” Mei says, and you nervously catch the hard line of Toji’s mouth, and you tense a bit, as you notice the amount of people crowding around the front.

“Go ahead, kiddo, dance with people your age. We’ll stay here like the old folks.” You frown then.

“You’re young though.” Shiu blinks at that, and Toji just sips his whiskey, not looking at you at all, not saying anything.

“Thought we were old to you?” Shiu teases, and you shake your head.

“Nah, not really. Had me so young.”

“That’s true but tell my back I’m not old. Now, go on, mingle.” You falter again, because all you want to do is sit there with Toji, who hasn’t said a fucking word, who is buysing himself looking at the menu.

“Um… but we should order?”

“I’ll order for ya, doll.” Toji murmurs, smiling a bit, but it didn’t reach his eyes, they were unreadable. “Go have some fun. Been stuck with us old folks all week.”

You hate that, you hate the sound of him saying it, saying what you’ve always called him as a joke. But Toji wasn’t old, he wasn’t even forty, and fuck was forty even old? No. And his body? His… fucking stamina? Nothing about Toji was old, down to his handsome face and sculpted body. But there was hurt clear as day in his voice, and you ache to stay.

But what would that do?

“Just for a few, I’ll be back.” You smile, and stand, feeling Toji’s gaze burn a hole in your back as you get up to where all the people your age and even younger were gathered, where the rock band was setting up.

The band starts playing soon, and you find yourself dancing unwillingly, as it’s a local band you always loved, moving your body, letting go of all your inhibitions as the music wraps around you. You’re lost in the beat, when a hand is on your hip, and you look over to see some boy smiling at you, his eyes a bit glazed over with the music like yours.

“Wanna dance?” He shouts over the music, and you hesitate, looking at the table. Mei gives you a thumbs up, and Shiu is rolling his eyes, but Toji’s eyes narrow slightly, watching you closely.

What could you do? Say ‘no, I’d rather dance with your best friend dad, the one who fucked me twice earlier today, whose cum still is working it’s way out of my cunt, but oh, no biggie!’ Yeah that would go over well. The alternative, clearly hurt Toji, regardless how he’s acting.

Fuck.

You’re nodding, smiling at the boy, when his hands start to wander to your waist as you all move with the music, and you realize, you don’t want anyone else’s hands on you but Toji’s. Possibly fucking ever. Because Toji’s hands, big and strong, possess your whole body, while this boy’s sweaty little hands make you cringe. And worse, you see the look on his face.

Toji sips that whiskey, trying to hide the clear pain in his eyes, as he watches you dance with this boy, who is nothing compared to him. Fuck you hope Toji knows that… it makes you want to push that boy away and run to him. But instead you just keep dancing, because what can you say, what can you do?

You can’t tell your dad you're falling for Toji.

Fuck. You're falling!?

Toji watches you, swaying your hips side to side, your hair falling in waves as your black dress clings to your every curve. You’re so bright in the sea of people that fade away, so beautiful it makes him want to rip his fucking heart out. He had thought he could handle this, since wasn’t this your future? He wouldn’t fit in, he’d clearly been deluding himself.

The boy who has no right touching you has his hands all over your narrow waist, and your eyes catch his across the crowded venue, and you don’t look like you’re having fun now. No, you’re worried about him aren’t you? And you shouldn’t be, you should be able to have fun.

You’re young.

Toji stiffens, as he sips his drink again, hating every second of sitting here, with his best friend, and what a friend Toji was. Cumming inside his daughter, twice, and he’d do it again and again, breed that perfect little pussy, fuck he wanted to even right now, to show you who you belonged to. But you would never, could never be his, he sees it now, and it fucking kills him.

He cares enough to not put you through it, being with him.

You dance awkwardly for a moment, feeling the boy’s hands in places they shouldn’t be, but you’re frozen, your eyes glued to Toji’s now retreating figure. You peer and see Mei and Shiu talking carefully, but you say fuck it, and push the college boy away gently, making your way through the crowd as the music thumps in your chest, matching the erratic beat of your heart.

You catch up to Toji as he’s striding towards the exit, his leather jacket fluttering around him with the wind blowing now. “Toji, wait!” You call out, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even look back. “Toji Fushiguro!”

You grab his arm, that leather cold under your palm, spinning him around, and he glares down at you, those piercing eyes a storm of emotions. “What?” He snaps, his voice low and gruff, and you shrink back.

“Don't leave, please I'm sorry. I didn’t want to dance with him, Toji, but what was I supposed to do!?”

“You didn’t do shit wrong doll.” He looks around, and realizing you’re alone, he brushes your hair behind your ear. “Not mad at ya. Mad at me.”

“What for!?”

“It’s a bad idea, doll, this entire thing. You’re gonna want someone your own age, someone who can give you what you need, not just fuck you into oblivion every night and leave you with nothing in the morning.”

The words sting, but you stand your ground. “What if I don’t want that? What if I want you?” Your chest heaves then, as you can barely breathe, everything making your chest so tight, you have to hold it. Toji sighs, looking down at your body, every bit making you ache.

“You’re so beautiful, y’know? Everyone would die for a chance. I’m stupid to have even done…”

“Don’t you dare say you regret it!” You scowl, speaking through gritted teeth and shoving his hard chest.

“I could never. How could I? I’m a selfish fucking dick. But, it’s stupid, and I’m a shit fucking guy to have.”

“You’re not!”

“I seduced you.” You blink then, shaking your head. “Yeah, doll, I did… intentionally. Because you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“And I wanted it, clearly, I begged for it. What the hell are you on about? I dance with someone and you’re done?” 

He sighs, his expression softening. “You don’t know what you want. You’re just a kid, playing with fire.”

“But I do know what I want!” You protest, your voice rising above the music. “I want you okay? I’m not a kid. I’m obviously a woman.”

Toji looks away, his jaw clenched. “You’ll get over it. You’re going back to school, and you’ll find some college boy to make all your fantasies come true. Someone who can actually take care of you, not a fuck-up like me.”

“A fuck up!”

“Exactly.”

“You’re not a fuck up Toji.” You choke up then, as you see his face, clearly in pain now. “You’re not. I swear it.”

“

“Want a secret?” You sigh, nodding, and he puts his hands on your waist now, making you whine softly, and he exhales at the sound, at the feel of you. “Those feelings? I have em too.”

“You what!?” You whisper incredulously, eyes wide, and he sighs, bending low for just a moment.

“Have 'em worse than just liking.” You bite your lower lip hard, he pulls it out of the grip of your teeth.

“Maybe I do too.” Your eyes are watering as you speak softly, and his jaw clenches, his hot breath right on your lips, his musky scent driving you insane, mixing with the night and his leather jacket. “All I wanna do is dance with you.”

“You can’t.”

“I can, once we… we could tell… we could go…”

“Yeah, no. See? All stupid ideas.”

“But I don’t want anyone else!” Tears threaten to spill over, and you can feel the very night spinning around you, as you sense the finality in the shit he’s speaking. “Please, don’t leave like this. It won’t even… Toji, don’t.”

He looks back at you, his eyes searching your face. “I’m not good for you, doll. This isn’t right, you know that. Just go back to your life, forget about me. I’ll go ahead and head back tomorrow so I don’t… ruin you more.”

You shake your head, feeling desperation claw at your chest. “I can’t forget you, what the fuck! Where is Toji and who are you?”

He sighs, his thumb brushing over your cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “You will forget about me. You’re just confused, and it’s my fault.”

“I knew exactly what I was doing.” You scoff, rubbing your slender arms, which have cough a chill in the night, and he looks down, sighing. “You just said you’d be the only one? What the fuck games are you playing?”

“Not playing any, I won’t hurt you anymore.”

“So what, you’ll leave, after we…” You’re sobbing now, and he exhales, holding your shoulders. “Leaving is so…”

“Can’t ya see it’s best? Let me be not such a piece of shit-”

You smack him then, hard, and he scowls. You scowl right back up at his handsome face, the face you find so gorgeous it kills you. “You’re not a piece of shit, so fucking stop.”

“Ya don’t remember who I was?”

“Who cares! It’s not who you are now!”

He sighs, rolling his eyes and wracking a hand through his hair. “Your dad is gonna suspect something. I can handle his anger, but I don’t wanna come between both of you.”

“You won’t, you won’t. Okay? Toji… I want to sleep in your fucking arms, I want to wake up with you.” He blinks, and you see the unwilling emotion in his gaze, as you run your hand up his chest. “You’re making me say stupid shit, feel stupid feelings, then just gonna run away, huh?”

“I’ll stay tonight. But you should have fun. Go.”

“No! It’s hurt you.”

“It shouldn’t. You’re Megumi’s age, shit.”

“And?”

“Just go back. I’ll see you tomorrow. Actually have fun for the night and think if I’m really what ya want. I know I can fuck good but you deserve more.” He’s caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the hot sticky tears. “More than me making ya cry.”

“I’m crying because you won’t even give me the few days we have left. Can you at least… please, it’s like you didn’t even like it-”

“Shut the fuck up.” He’s snatched you to him now, slamming his lips down on yours, and you just melt for him, for Toji’s rough kisses, as his big hands pull you against that hard body. “Why do you gotta feel so good, taste so good? Goddammit… just go. I won’t leave yet. Got it?”

“Fine. Fine, be a big baby.” You glare, and he returns it, then he turns, and you watch him go to his bike, revving it up and looking at you as he puts on that helmet you’d wore. And you ache to hug him from behind, to ride with him

You feel you’re losing your goddamn mind.

***

You wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, as you dream of him on you, near you, his hard body just holding yours, keeping you warm, and when you wake up and feel next to you, you’re in tears. Fuck what were you even expecting, it’s not like you all had cuddled. You all fucked, and clearly he felt bad about it, leaving the damn concert with no explanation.

He told Shiu and Mei that he didn’t feel good, and they seemingly believed it, but they certainly noticed how dejected you were. You tried to save face, but for hours you’d been up and down, tossing and turning in your little bed, mind swirling as you think of the man in the room right next to you.

“Fuck this.” You grumble, yanking the blanket down off you then, standing and tiptoeing out of your room, peeking down the hallway, then standing right in front of the guest room door.

Am I doing this?

Yeah, you are.

You hear something then, heavy breaths, and you lean your cheek against the door, faintly hearing a soft moan, and it hits you hard, hearing Toji’s moans always tears you apart. Him letting that tough exterior go for just a moment to feel was the sexiest thing to you, but more sexy? When you hear him muttering your name. You hear it clear as day, hitting your core as you turn the knob.

It’s locked of course, you sigh, but luckily the locks are old, so just a twist of one of your long nails grants you entry, and Toji is staring at the phone, his huge cock in his hand, the sheets a mess around his ankles. His hand drops the phone when he sees you, eyes wide in shock, his hand leaving that cock that clearly is covered in precum and spit.

You lock the door behind you quietly, pressing your back against the door, and you see your photo when you start to walk closer, a bikini photo of you. He gulps, but he doesn’t speak, for once the usually brash and lewd Toji is simply watching you, his hands gripping the sheets under him, cock twitching as you watch it, thick tip just leaking precum.

“Need a better picture?” You murmur, sliding off your crop top then, and he moans, eyes lavishing your body eagerly. Fuck, Toji makes you feel so pretty, like no one else exists to him but you in those moments. “Need me to take one?”

He just nods a bit, and you smile, sliding off your shorts then too. You lay on the bed right next to him, snatching up his phone, and opening the camera, pulling it up above you and taking a picture of your bare body. You then hand him the phone, as he just hungrily glares at every inch of you.

“You take a few. Get a good angle.” His big hands are shaky, as he licks his lower lip, as you bend forward, eyes looking up at him, wrapping your little hand around his thick cock.

“Doll… what the fuck are you… mnnh…” He’s moaning as you tighten your grip just slightly, looking at him with big eyes.

“Take a picture, Toji. Or a video. So you can realize what you’re missing, because you’re fucking stubborn.” You bend down then, licking up that sticky liquid, moaning as the salty taste hits your mouth, and he groans, grabbing you by your hair.

“You’re a fuckin’ brat. Know that, right?” You hum, lapping him up, running your tongue along that sensitive slit, as you see him put the phone up then, videoing you sucking him, up and down his shaft, hand twisting as you slide up. “Why you gotta do this t’me?”

“What, help you cum? You seemed to be asking for me.” He glares then, putting down the phone and snatching you up, pulling you to straddle his lap, your plush thighs on either sides of his hard ones. “Why stop me, let me suck you off.”

“I’d rather have you ride my face.”

“Wha!?” Suddenly you’re spun around, straddling his shoulders, pussy right on his face, where you feel his hot breath tickle your sensitive core, and you’re facing his huge cock again.

“I need you to cum all over m’face so I don’t say stupid shit. Also, just want you to suffocate me.”

“Toji… ohmygod!” His tongue flicks your clit then, hot and wet as it slides in, his hands pulling your lips wide for his entry. He sucks up all the wetness.

“That wet from suckin me, lil slut?”

“I’ll shut you up all right.” You press down on his face, and he moans, gripping you tight, his tongue going insane, while his hand presses your head down to take his cock in your mouth.

Are you doing sixty nine with Toji Fushiguro?

You sure are, as you’re sucking his cock down your throat, as he’s drinking your arousal up like it’s wine, lavishing you with his wicked tongue. You’re gagging on his cock, drooling down his balls, which you cup and stoke, making them tighten as he moans against your little clit. His grip on your ass is tight as he rocks you back and forth, making you grind on him.

“Fuckin use me till you cum, doll.” He mutters, and you stop sucking for just a moment, as the sensations hit so hard you can’t take it, stifling your scream of pleasure by sucking down his length, cumming as you moan around it.

“Mnh!” You’re screaming around his cock, as he’s rocking his hips up into you, as you’re gushing all over his face, weak then, unable to move, your hands gripping is strong thighs as he fucks your mouth.

Suddenly he’s shoving you down, until you’re straddling his thighs once more, and you start grinding on his cock, looking back at him, face shimmering with you, his eyes dilated to the point they look black. He sits up then, grabbing your waist and picking you up, before sliding into you, groaning and biting his lower lip with stark white teeth.

“Feel so fuckin perfect, baby.” You melt, as you’re filled by him, stretched beyond your means. “Here…” He puts your hands on his thighs, then pulls your ass back, nudging you up and down. “Ride me like this, lemme watch you.”

“L-like this?” You whisper, rolling your hips up, then slamming back down, and he hisses, smacking your ass that jiggles just so.

“Jus’ like that, ma. Fuck, yes.” You do the motion again, and soon it feels so good at this angle, you’re losing it, arching your back as he fills you, as he grinds against that spot in your walls, which flutter around him. “Ohmyfucking…”

You feel him throbbing, and you grind then, tip on your cervix, whining as you feel your orgasm hitting. Toji’s grabbing every inch of you, even down to your ankles, your feet, pressing his fingers everywhere he could touch, watching your ass shake as you take his cock, as you pour down his length.

“Toji… can’t move. Can’t.” You whine out, pathetic, and he moans at that.

“Fucking… c’mere.” He pulls out of you, and the way he just puts you where he wants thrills you, as he’s got under him now, yanking you by your hips, looking down at your face, brushing your hair back, sliding back inside your tight entry. You gasp at it, as he fucks into you, lifting a thigh.

“T-Toji…” You murmur, eyes rolling back as every hit abuses your cervix, and he wraps a hand around to the back of your neck, pulling your hair, angling your chin for his kisses down your neck.

“How can I let you go? You’ve fucked me. Completely, fucking lil bitch. Evil lil bitch, aren’t you?” He’s agressive now, his thrusts angry, and you glare up at him, nails scratching down his back, making him hiss and tense.

“You wrecked me, fucking dick. Fuck you, Toji- ah-ah-ah!” He’s making you cum as he slams into your little cunt, as he pulls your hair so hard you see stars.

“Fuck me, huh? Nah, fuck you, doll. Gotta be so - ah- perfect. Hate it.” He groans though, then grunts when your thighs clutch his hips tight, and you’re digging  your nails in again.

“Didn’t hate my picture- ha- fucking jerking it to me, huh?” He scowls now, hand cupping your jaw, yanking your mouth open and shoving his fingers in.

“Need to learn to shut this mouth. You liked me doing that, didn’t ya? Stop fuckin lyin.”

You can’t speak, even if his thick fingers weren’t gagging you, his cock wrecking your cunt was bad enough. You can hear the sounds of his skin slapping, his stubble hitting your clit, balls smacking on your ass, all while your cunt sucks him in, sloppy and greedy for more.

“Nothin to say, doll? How about a sorry, for fucking up my head.” You bite him, and he grunts, snatching his fingers out, you grip him by his throat, with your tiny little hand, leaning your face up, raising your hips and fucking him back.

You watch him fall apart over you. “You fucked up my head when you first licked me, demon mother- ah- fucker!”

“Mother fucker? Nah, you’re the daddy fucker here, bitch.” You giggle then, insanely, and he grins. “Ya can still laugh? Gotta fix that.”

“F-fuck you, Toji. Leaving anyway. Fuck you.” You’re on your knees now, and he’s got your hair with his hand, pulling, sliding in your soppy little cunt, slamming balls deep inside you. “Ah, fuck fuck fuck!”

“Gonna fuck ya till you can’t speak, so you stop fucking my head up.” He grunts, and you barely register as he’s pressing your head in the bed, muffling your cries, other hand smacking your ass hard, stinging it. “There, shut you up.”

You don’t even care, not when he’s fucking you stupid, meanly bullying his cock between your walls, which throb around him as you’re cumming again, and he slows for a moment then, groaning softly. He yanks you up by the neck, wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up to your knees, on him, and he’s staring right at you as you look to the side.

“You’re fucking beautiful, doll.” You feel tears prick, and you suck in a shaky breath, as he’s rocking inside of you, your tummy clenches as that pressure builds again and again.

“I wanna be yours, Toji. I do.” He tenses, not even moving for a minute, gripping you so tight around your waist.

“There ya go- ha fuck- fucking up… m-my head…” He slams his lips down on yours, and you eagerly drink in his kiss, tongues messy, saliva dripping, teeth just bumping. “Never wanna let you go.”

“Then don’t. Then don’t.” He’s groaning against your neck as he finds your breasts with one hand, gripping them, biting you then, and you’re cumming all over him, head lolling back as he devours you, every bit, with his big hands, his big cock, his big arms.

He takes you over, and you see stars burst behind your eyes, you lose all your sense of self, you just can’t even take it anymore, everything has just become Toji Fushiguro now. And you’re cumming mind blowingly, throbbing around his cock, as his tongue sloppily slides up your neck, drinking your sweat.

“Thass it baby… cum all over Daddy’s cock, like a good girl.” You whine then, at his words, as they slur, as he’s drunk on you, and your little hands grip his thighs, as he pounds up into you.

“D-daddy… yours. Your girl.” You whimper the words, and he moans, vibrating his chest against your back, hand gripping your face again, his lips right against yours now.

“Don’t say that shit. Please. Fucking… killing me. You kill me.” You blink back tears, sucking in a breath, tummy pressing in as you wiggle your hips on him, as you feel him thickening. “You really m-mine, doll?”

“I am, Daddy. Yours. S-said it. All yours.” His big hands slide over every inch of you, as his leaking tip sits against your cervix, as you’re gushing around him, dripping down to his thighs.

“This pussy’s mine?” You nod. “This body’s mine?” You nod. “How about… all of ya, doll, hmm? All of ya.”

“All of me.” He starts cumming then, you hear him almost whimper along with you from the back of your throats, as he’s filling you up, so deep, pumping endless streams of his load deep in your little cunt.

“All mine?” You nod again, and he’s exhaling, slamming his lips against yours, moaning the rest of his release, as you shatter around him, as his cum is pushed out down your bodies, down the bed, mixed with yours.

You can’t breathe, you can’t think.

Everything is on fire.

You blink rapidly, trying to make any sense, but Toji’s holding your back against him, moaning against your neck, kissing it over and over. Your head lolls to the side, weakly, already exhausted from him, from this. Your hands slide up to cup his face, as he eases out of you, and you turn, straddling him. He looks up at you with those dark green eyes, brows low, lips parted.

His hands run up and down your back, exhaling shakily, as you both study each other in the night. “I’ve never felt this. Ever. You scare the shit outta me, doll.” He murmurs then, kissing down your collarbone, and you sigh, hands sliding up to his inky black hair.

“I scare Toji Fushiguro?”

“Sure fuckin do. Witch or something.”

“Toji I… wanna sleep in bed. With you.” His eyes lock on yours, and his face looks tortured.

“You wanna fuck me up more?”

“Just cuddling?”

“Yeah, even worse than fucking ya. I’m already…” He gulps, looking away now, and you sigh.

“Already what?”

“Stupid over you. I was stupid anyway but now… no brain cells.”

“And you think I’m not?”

“Yeah but… you still got a life to live.”

You glare now. “You’re not old, jesus christ. You had your kid as a teenager, we’re like maybe seventeen, eighteen years? You act like you’re sixty. Fuck, I’d still want you at sixty.”

“Crazy talk. Y’know it won’t work.”

“So what, let’s not think of it now. Let’s think of your cum dripping out of my pussy, hmm?” You whisper, against his lips, and feel his body react, his grip so tight you can’t breathe, and you love it.

“You’re fuckin evil, huh?” You grin, then he’s got you on your back, making you gasp at the quick movement. “Fucked my brain up. Ruined me.”

“Giving what I’m getting, Toji.” He smiles then, shaking his head and brushing your sweaty hair back, damp from the exertions. He is oddly gentle as he caresses your cheek then.

“You’re perfect, doll. Too good f’me.”

“Shut up, Toji.” He sighs, kissing you again, and you feel yourself falling, falling deeper in love with this… idiot, this dickhead, this ‘old man’ who wasn’t old, but sure was experienced. This man that was not even close to ideal, but now he’s all you could think of. “I only want you.”

“That’s because you’re young, and I took-”

“No. Don’t tell me how to feel. I’m no baby.”

“You’re my baby. Oh my- corny what the fuck!? See. See what you do to me? Stop laughing, I’ll smack the fuck outta this sore pussy.”

“N-no, don’t, sorry!” You’re giggling though, you can’t help it, until you hear a door open and close, and Toji’s eyes go wide over you, slamming a hand down on your mouth, then you all stay still until it closes again after a few moments, exhaling. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah, shit.”

He lets your mouth go, kissing your forehead softly, as reality interrupts what you two were doing. “You should go back to your room. I won’t leave tomorrow, I’ll wait for you to go back home before I do.”

“I wanna cuddle.” You say, pouting, and he sighs.

“You want us caught.”

“No, but would it be so bad, to tell him?”

“Yes, it would be. I can handle him but like I said, don’t wanna fuck your life up, more than already.”

“You are so emo, old man.” He scowls, and you just grin, running your hands up and down the hard planes of his body. “Emo Toji. Hmm. Kinda hot.”

“You’re a brat, y’know that? A whole fuckin brat.”

“You love it. You love me being a brat.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up.” You’re just looking at him, as you both leave words unspoken in the quiet room, that smells like sex, that smells like both of you. “Yeah, I do love it.”

“Knew it! Now let me cuddle.”

“Doll…” You pout, batting your lashes, and he sighs, running a hand down his face then. “Fuckin… fine. Lemme clean you up.”

Soon you’re in Toji’s arms, and for once in your life, you feel so good, you feel so safe, as his strong grip feels so good, as his thick leg wraps you, as his chin rests on your shoulder. He has his arm around your waist, his breath warm on your neck as he plants a kiss on it, snuggling you both under the blankets.

You feel his heartbeat against your back, feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, as some insane peace washes over you. The man that spits in your mouth, calls you a bitch, who soaks himself in your arousal like it’s water, the nastiest man you honestly knew. The man you’ve known since you were a kid, the man who’s your friends dad, and your dad’s best friend.

Toji Fusiguro.

Is the best thing to enter your life. You love him wrecking your pussy, you love him lapping your clit, you love feeling him in your throat. You love his cum trickling out of your little hole. You love his moans, love those dark green eyes, love that rare laugh or that snarky grin, you love that scar that you feel rubbing on your neck right now.

You love him.

How would this end, with college, with your dad in the next room, with this age gap, with this… everything. It’s all against you, but for some reason you couldn’t help but die to be in his arms. Nothing has felt better to you, nothing has oddly felt so right as to lay next to him, your eyes fluttering shut, as the ceiling fan whirls on top of you, blowing overheated skin.

“Ya feel too good in my arms. Making me dumb for ya. Evil little doll.” You sigh, nuzzling his arms that hold you, looking back at him in the night, brushing back his hair gently, and he sighs, shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“You love it, huh?”

“Yeah, I do. Go to sleep. And don’t snore or I’ll kick ya off the bed.” You gasp, and he’s grinning then, and fuck if he’s not gorgeous.

“Bet you snore, old man.”

“Thought I wasn’t so old? Need me to fuck that lil cunt again?” You flush, turning, as you snuggle. “That’s what I thought. Poor cunt all swollen and red.”

“Shut up, Toji. Lemme sleep.” He sighs, stroking his thumbs in little circles down your waist.

And you do fall asleep, in his arms, half terrified of being found out, half content to just feel so good.

And a part of you dreading how this will end.

Chapter 7

[seraphinitegames]

A romantic foil!

This is where a certain other Commander comes riding in. Preferably wearing a kick-ass leather jacket while riding a kick-ass motorcycle.

Because if you have a werewolf character you're contractually obligated to make them own a motorcycle. I don't make the rules, it's just how it is :D

But jests aside, did you ever think of a Vampire/Werewolf love triangle, or would that have made it a bit too Twilight-esque?

Tane owns a motorcycle because, you know, of course he does, lol! :D

I did specifically not want the vampire/werewolf stand offs in Wayhaven, lol! Vampires and werewolves get along great in general. Well, as long as it's not Adam/Ava getting antsy about a team of werewolves being higher in rank above them because A just needs to be the best, hehe! ;D

Thank you so much for the fun message! :)

[knight-a3]

Humanformers: the rogue Decepticons

Starscream: Adam Sylvester Stark

Slipstream: Sylvia Stark

Thundercracker: Benedict Stark

Skywarp: Skylar Stark

Sunstorm: Stanley Stark

Ramjet: Ramsey Stark

Elita-One/Black Arachnia: Amelia Webb/Ariana Blake

Notes under the cut

Starscream is definitely the shady lawyer type. Prosecution, probably. I also get the sense he would ride a motorcycle or fancy sports car. Maybe a cybertruck to flaunt his wealth.

I didn't draw the other seekers(because they look exactly like him). And I just never felt like coming up with various similar-but-different human designs for them either.

Slipstream always struck me as being Starscream's ambition in the same way the others represented his various traits. I doubt that was the intention, but it's better than the alternative imo.

Anyway, she seems like the type of person to become a lawyer and oppose Starscream in every case she could. If he's a prosecuting attorney, she's a defense attorney. She's just petty like that.

Elita is the adventurous to the point of recklessness type. Black Arachnea is more femme fatale.

The human AU lore is still sorta vague. But the idea is that she got in some kind of accident that caused her to go bald(she wears a wig) and lose weight. Something involving radiation, maybe? Her health is bad, basically. Still toying with the idea of making her some kind of vampire-esque mutant. But idk how supernatural I want to go.

[boanerges20]

Armoy Road Races Davey Todd Mike Brown Michael Dunlop Dean Harrison Adam Mclean Photo: Tommy Vennard // 2023

[dixons-sunshine]

Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU Headcannons Part 5 | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Word count: 592.

A/n: Focusing back on them before the apocalypse for now. And the last part personally had me giggling. Kids, huh? Anyways, I hope you like this!

Specially dedicated to my biggest supporter on this au, @ddamm.

★ Daryl bought his own motorcycle shortly after the two of you moved into your final apartment.

★ He had spent years saving up for it, even hesitantly accepting any money you wanted to add to the savings for his motorcycle.

★ He was hesitant to take your money because he felt bad. He didn't want you to “waste” money on him, money that you could use to buy yourself something nice.

★ However, you were adamant, and your contribution to the savings helped him immensely.

★ The day he bought his own motorcycle, he was ecstatic. It wasn't anything fancy, but he loved it, and therefore, you loved it as well.

★ You'd been with him for over a decade at that point. You knew practically all the lore surrounding the motorcycling community. Daryl took great pleasure in teaching you everything he knew.

★ It made Daryl happy to know that you took interest in something he liked. He could go on for hours about motorcycles and you wouldn't mind. You'd actively ask questions and ask him to explain something you didn't understand.

★ Daryl was even teaching you how to ride one. It wasn't quite like teaching you how to ride a bicycle, like you had joked when he had suggested teaching you how to ride a motorcycle, but you got better with time.

★ Soon, you were able to ride one on your own, though you still preferred to have the professional—Daryl—ride it instead with you on the back, holding on to him.

★ Going away from motorcycles for a bit, Daryl was also the one that taught you how to drive a car.

★ Merle had essentially given his truck to Daryl way back when, and the old thing surprisingly still worked years later, all the way to the start of the apocalypse.

★ That was the first thing—apart from a bicycle—you ever learned to drive.

★ When Daryl bought his motorcycle, he basically gave you the truck to go to and from work, the supermarket, basically anywhere you wanted to go.

★ During the earlier stages before he bought the motorcycle, he'd go and pick you up from work with his truck.

★ He once picked you up a bit later than usual due to the field trip you had taken your class on, and when you had gotten off the bus to greet him with a cheek kiss, the kids all collectively commented on it, eliciting chuckles from you and your husband.

★ “Ew.”

★ That's also how your class had gotten introduced to your husband. After that, they never stopped asking about him.

★ “Mrs Dixon, how'd you meet Mr Dixon?”

“Mrs Dixon, have you and Mr Dixon ever kissed with your mouths like my mommy and daddy?”

“Mrs Dixon, do you love Mr Dixon?”

★ You had also once gotten a question from one of the kids that had you choking and blushing.

★ “Mrs Dixon, do you and Mr Dixon play with your clothes off?”

★ You changed that topic of discussion very quickly. Nope, you weren't gonna teach a bunch of five year olds about sex.

★ It did make for some good comedy when you got back home. Well, for Daryl at least. When you told him about that, he couldn't stop laughing. He found the question hilarious.

★ “Well, what'd ya tell him?”

“I didn't say anything. I changed the topic.”

“Ya could've said yes. We do “play with our clothes off” a bunch'a times.”

“Daryl, I'm not gonna say that! Do you know how many parents would be plotting my murder?”

“I know. M'jus' messin' with ya, Darlin'.”

[yourgentlegirlfriend]

Saw your post about writing, I love older Leon with a younger more naive reader, could you maybe do something along those lines? 👉👈

YES! I’m so glad somebody requested more older Leon, im in love with writing it. I whipped something up as fast as i could but i ended it on a little teaseeee if you guys REALLY like it i’ll finish it!!:))

DISCLAIMER!! this is 18+ ONLY, please do not interact with my blog if you are underaged or don’t have age indicator in your bio!! thank you!!

f!reader x much older Vendetta/ID Leon. Mentions of size difference, slight angst if you squint literally, VERY little smut but it is there. mentions of choking, biting lip. use of pet names (sweetheart, angel, etc.) BIKER LEON HELLO. Leon is obsessed with you, and you’re dumb.

Word count: 1.4k it’s small

Leon always says you were his saving grace. The two of you met during a time in his life where he really needed you. You were bubbly, happy, much younger but he pushed that aside. The only reason you guys met was because you went to go get your brothers bike fixed for him, standing waiting before the mechanic had told you a list of reasons as to why it would cost you almost ten thousand dollars in repairs. You knew enough about cars but nothing about motorcycles, your jaw dropped staring at the man in front of you as you shook your head.

“The tire went out? That was it-“

You cut yourself off, pulling out your check book with a frustrated sigh, before you can even sign on the line a man stepped next to you, squinting at the numbers on the paper then to the mechanic in front of the both of you.

“This what this business is about? Lying to women for no reason?”

The man grabbed the check book scoffing at the astonishing price you were about to pay, the mechanic stuttered over his words before the man once again cut him off.

“Just bring the bike back up front”

You stared at the man in awe. You knew that you were being scammed but you are the one who fucked up the bike so as long as it was fixed you didn’t care. He handed you back your check book and nodded his head towards the workers bringing the bike back up front.

“I’ll fix it for you, no cost too. Well, unless you let me take you to dinner.”

His smile was gorgeous. He was gorgeous. You felt red spread across your face as you nodded, shoving your check book back in your purse as the two of you walked out the front door.

Leon Kennedy was his name, he told you while he propped the bike up, leaning down before swatting his hand signaling you to stand over him and watch him. And he taught you more than you knew, maybe more than you needed to know. You couldn’t help but smile as he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before looking at you.

“All done.”

And before he could even speak again you pulled your wallet out, grabbing at the cash you had stored. Leon let out a chuckle as he covered your hand with his, shaking his head.

——————

Leon was adamant about taking you to dinner, at least twice a week. Since the two of you met he would pick you up every Monday and Friday, and take you these outrageously fancy and expensive restaurants. Leon stopped his bike, stepping off before grabbing your hand to help you keep your balance as you swung your leg over. The two of you began your walk up the stairs as you rambled on about the girls at your work and how one of them was stealing produce, your words interrupted by Leon’s hand gripping the back of your skirt, pulling it down slightly so it would cover you up more because apparently your skirt rode up on the ride here. Did he just do that? A part of you wanted to yell at him, but physically, your throat went dry and your thighs squeezed together. There was no label on you two, you weren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, but you did spend to much time together. You bit at your cheek as Leon checked you in for your reservations, turning back to you as the waiter walked the two of you to your table. Your hand reached out for the chair but Leon- as smooth as ever he was- brushed beside you, pulling out your chair. You sighed softly, looking up at the man with a smile as you sat down, your ankles crossing over each other. The air was thick between you two but it had been for about the past week. Leon always ordered for you two, mainly because he knew what he was doing. The two of you sat silent as you stared at the menu before you placed yours down, staring at Leon with your eyebrows slightly frowned. He was scanning the menu, his attention not on you of course. He had to have felt the gaze because his eyes flicked up to meet yours, causing him to place down the menu.

“What’s up sweetheart, you seem bothered.”

Bothered was an understatement. Your eyes rolled as before you stared at your glass of water.

“Is it our age gap? Or what? I mean jesus Leon i’m sitting here wondering why I’m not good enough for you..”

Instead of comforting you, Leon let out a chuckle, taking a sip from the wine in his glass. Leon shrugged as he leaned back against the chair with a smug smile on his face.

“Angel, if i didn’t value you and want you to be mine why would i spend almost a thousand a week just to see that pretty smile?”

——————

“He’s what?”

Damien, your brother yelled as you and Leon sat at the table with him, Leon’s hand gripping at your thigh under the table at your brothers outburst. You knew he would react this way when finding out about yours and Leon’s very much prominent age gap of 9 (and a half) years.

“Leon takes care of me Dami.. you don’t have to be mad-“

Damien interrupted you, ranting on about how disappointed mom and dad would be with how you decided to play out your life. Leon lifting you from your seat and basically dragging you out the door made the anger building in your stomach stop.

“We are leaving.”

Leons voice was stern as the two of you walked down the steps of your brothers porch, Damien following behind, arms crossed as he watched Leon carefully place the helmet on your head before he swung his leg over his bike, you following him like a stray puppy, laying the side of your covered head on his back as you watched your brother look at you in disgust.

Leon was silent, but the way he sped down the street told you everything you needed to know. When the two of you finally arrived back at the house, even in his anger he still held the door open for you, when you stepped in he slammed it. sighing as he pulled his jacket off.

“Leon, Im so sorry.”

Leon shook his head watching you play with your fingers, a groan leaving his lips as you folded his jacket for him.

“You are just so..”

Leon grumbled as he grabbed your hips, squeezing them in his much larger hands. You frowned up at him, your hands slowly rubbing up his chest and past his shoulders.

“I love you, it’s not fair.”

Leon nodded down at you, pecking your nose softly before one of his hands left your hip to gently grab at your chin, he took in a deep inhale, he loved the way you smelled. With your strawberry lipgloss and vanilla lotion, he was obsessed with you. The way you would do anything for him, you were his and you knew that too. His lips pressed into yours, his hand that was at your hip sliding to hold your back pulling you closer into him.

Your hands went to pull away from him but he was much stronger, tilting his head into yours causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips as his teeth nipped at your now puffy bottom lip. He pulled back, smirking at the sight of you with your hooded eyes, looking at him like he was the only person in the world. You went to whine something to him but he shushed you immediately, dragging you over to the couch.

“Just don’t talk.”

He mumbled as he sat himself down on his sofa, pulling you between his legs. He admired your outfits more than you knew, the way you always wear cute little skirts for him, or when you guys go out to dinner and you wear that red dress that he fucking adores. Everything hugs your body so perfectly. Your fingertips grazed over his shoulder, your body pushing forward with a gasp as Leon yanked your skirt down your legs, a hum leaving his throat as he gripped at your thighs.

“Leon be careful clothes are expensive!”

You whined with a giggle as Leon dragged you down to the couch, this made you realize just how much stronger and bigger Leon really was, the shyness washing over you as he hovered over you, his hand grabbing at your throat gently, he didn’t want to hurt you (yet).

“I told you not to talk, you act like I don’t buy you all those skimpy little skirts anyways..”

[atleastpleasetelephone]

YoHi could you do more 50's Elvis fanfiction with other men and make it smutty if you don't mind I love your work

A/N: Of course! I thought Nick Adams would be a fun option for this, so it's set around '56. I hope you enjoy!

Hold on tight

Pairing: Elvis x Nick Adams

Word count: 1.6K

TWs: Smut, smut, smut! There's a hint of internalised homophobia but I've tried to keep it light.

It’s the millionth time this week that Elvis has seen Nick Adams, and it’s starting to piss his girlfriends off. I say girlfriends, because Elvis never was good at choosing one girl and sticking to her - he might have a main squeeze but there were always others, backups and backups of the backups… but lately they were all getting pushed out because of how much time he’s spending with Nick. The two of them just get on so well, and it’s easy for Elvis to talk to him in a way he doesn’t find it easy to talk to the guys in the Mafia. Probably because he doesn’t feel the need to be quite so macho in front of Nick, to pretend that he’s fine when he’s not. 

They’re on his Harley, driving around Memphis in the early hours of the morning when there’s no-one around to recognise them. It’s one of Elvis’ favourite things to do right now. After the success of Love Me Tender things have been getting more and more intense. Everywhere he goes now there’s a crowd of reporters and he’s surrounded by women pulling at his clothes or writing their numbers on his car. He likes it, but he also likes the escape of speeding along the empty roads on his motorcycle. Girls will go with him, but he always feels like he has to be a little more cautious when they do, to go a little slower with such precious cargo. Not so with Nick, though. With Nick he throws caution to the wind, like he’s doing right now, the other man’s arms wrapped tightly around his waist and holding on for dear life. The adrenalin courses through his veins as he accelerates even faster, riding with reckless abandon.

Nick presses his chest against Elvis’ back, heart pounding from more than just the speed of the ride. Elvis is exhilarating on his own, never mind the motorcycle. He has a kind of wildness that reminds Nick of James Dean. And, if he’s honest, he gets off on hanging around with people coming up on fame. Gets some kind of second-hand high from it, like a vampire searching for youth and power and drinking them down. Elvis hangs a left and Nick grips onto him, leaning to the right and praying he manages to stay on the Harley. He hears the other man laugh and knows it was a deliberate move to scare him a little. And it worked. He’s sitting on the back of the bike, scared and aroused. Just how he likes to be. Or is it how Elvis likes him to be? They're almost too similar. Birds of a feather. 

They finally come to a stop in one of Memphis’ many parks and tumble off the bike onto the grass, laughing together, that kind of shaky laughter that comes from time spent doing something that makes you fear for your life. 

“You ride that thing like a maniac, Presley.”

Elvis grins, wickedly. “Yeah. You love it. Clingin’ on to me like some kinda limpet.”

Nick pushes him in the side playfully. “I just don’t want to die young.”

“Dyin’ in a motorcycle crash with Elvis Presley is exactly the sorta thing you want.”

Elvis’ eyes are sparkling with amusement as Nick launches himself towards him, the pair of them rolling around on the grass, wrestling and laughing. He lets Nick win, enjoying being held down maybe a little more than he should. They’re both flushed and breathless from the play-fighting, and as Nick looks down at the other man beneath him he thinks, not for the first time, just how beautiful he is. Not handsome, or plain attractive, but actually beautiful in a way Nick didn’t think a man could be before they met. Cautiously, carefully, he leans down until his lips almost brush against Elvis’. Then he stops, afraid. Afraid of rejection, and worse than that, afraid of the death of their friendship if this isn’t what Elvis wants. 

“Aren’t ya gonna kiss me?”

The playful words break him out of his reverie and he reacts without thinking, closing the tiny gap between them and kissing his friend. His first thought is how soft Elvis’ lips are. His second thought is wondering why he didn’t do this sooner. It seems like Elvis wants it as much as he does. His lips part to let Nick’s tongue into his mouth and his strong hands pull the other man’s torso down against his own. They both feel the other’s erection at the same time, hips grinding against one another as they moan and sigh. 

Elvis’ heart is hammering in his chest. He’s wanted this for so long, but he’s been afraid. Not of what Nick would think, so much. He’s caught the other man looking at him with lust-filled eyes when he thought he wasn’t being observed. But he’s afraid of what it means, wanting another man like this. It’s against God, and nature, and absolutely not what his Mama would want him to do… but right now it feels so damn good he doesn’t care about any of that. The question of what happens next echoes in the back of his mind, floating about and trying desperately to get to the surface above all the other desperate thoughts of needing more contact and wanting to cum. 

He gasps as Nick pulls away, on his hands and knees above him now. Gasps from the shock of the sudden lack of contact. His hips buck needily and he sees a greedy look in the other man’s eyes. Nick bites his lip, drinking in the sight of that young body writhing and wanton beneath him, desperate for touch. The sudden rush of power makes him feel giddy. The realisation that he knows what he’s doing and Elvis doesn’t, and Elvis wants him just as much as he wants Elvis. With a little smirk, he moves to lie on his side, propping his head up on an elbow. 

“Turn over,” he instructs. “With your back to me.”

Elvis does as he’s told, and the other man feels him tremble as he puts his arm around him, pressing his chest into his back like they’re back on the Harley again. He kisses Elvis’ neck, tasting the salty sweat from the hot summer night. 

“N-Nick…”

“Can I touch you?” Words purred into Elvis’ ear. 

“P-please.”

Nick is briefly surprised to find him naked beneath his pants, but his surprise soon gives way to unbridled lust at the size of it. As he moves his hand up and down it feels different, and shifts slightly so he can get a look. He hasn’t seen many uncut dicks but it doesn’t phase him, if anything it’s easier not to have to worry about lubrication. Not that there’s an issue with that, precum freely leaking from the tip already. The whole thing is making him stupidly excited and his dick is positively aching. Without thinking, he shifts again, pulling Elvis’ pants down to his knees, using his other hand to direct his dick between the tops of the other man’s thighs. He tries not to get distracted by the perfect roundness of the ass in front of him, tries not to want more as he rolls his hips into it. 

Elvis stifles a moan as the hand wrapped around his dick speeds up and the other dick slides back and forth between his thighs. Is this what usually happens next? He has a feeling there’s something else, but pleasure crowds all other thoughts out of his mind. The feeling of a big, rough, experienced hand on him instead of the usual small, soft, cautious one making him feel something primal. 

“Oh God,” he mumbles, knowing he’s just a stroke or two away from ecstasy. 

Nick stops worrying about himself for a second and concentrates on Elvis, his hand in the other man’s hair, pulling his head back and exposing his perfect white throat. He runs his tongue from Elvis’ jaw to his collarbone, tasting him as he cums all over Nick’s hand with a guttural moan. Fuck. His face is so beautiful when he cums. Nick lets go of his hair and his dick at the same time, going back to the desperate pursuit of his own high, his hand gripping Elvis’ hip as he ruts against him, dick sliding between those perfect thighs, slick with precum. 

Elvis lies there, floppy as a ragdoll, letting himself be used for Nick’s pleasure until he hears his friend groan his name out loud and feels the spurt of the other man’s release on his skin. Drowsy with ecstasy, he turns over so they’re facing one another and grabs Nick’s face in both hands, kissing him passionately. They groan into one another’s mouths as their legs tangle together, oversensitive dicks rubbing against each other in a confusion of pleasure and just a little hint of discomfort. 

“Shit,” Nick mumbles against his lips. 

“What?” Elvis mumbles back, drunk on the other man’s touch. 

“You’re almost ready to go again.” 

To illustrate his point, he moves his hand to squeeze Elvis’ half-hard length. Elvis’ eyes roll back in his head at the feeling. 

“You want to?” He asks, breathlessly.

“Mhmm.”

“You wanna do it in a bed?”

Nick giggles. “Might be nice. You gonna take me back to your place?” He bats his eyelashes coquettishly. 

“Only if ya promise not to say anythin’ about my driving this time,” Elvis teases back. 

“I promise.”

Elvis looks at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Make sure you hang on though,” he tells Nick, lips grazing the other man’s ear. “Nice and tight.”

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