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trashmouth-richie · 1 year ago

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𝔩𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔥: 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤

𓆙 crazy! lilith! reader x eddie

𓆙 same au as this that will now be referred to as the lilith au

𓆙 summary: the beginning of how eddie met lilith. based on this ask from @serasvictoria “Loved Lilith crazy reader (so good!) and I’d like to read about the moment where Eddie first went “fuck, I’m into this.”” hope i did you proud 🥹💋 i like to think eddie met her and couldn’t stop thinking about her.

𓆙 tw: 18 + only, smut p in v unprotected, violence, blood, demon themes, soul mates connecting. nicknames, weed, drinking mentioned. both eddie and reader are over 18. Billy makes an appearance 🙄

𓆙 3.9k words

The bar stunk like it always did. BO seeping out from the uniforms of the guys fresh from their shift at the plant mixed with spilled keg beer. The stench wafted through the dank air creating a reeking stench that was custom for the Hideout, keeping the well lined pockets of Hawkins rich away from the hole-in-the-wall bar.

Eddie was in a mood tonight, and his friends could feel it. By nature, he was accustomed to breaking up fights with the drunks, offering whatever asshole with a clenched fist a joint if they would just leave it be. The Hideout was like a home to him, and he hated any sort of disturbance to the small peace the shitty bar had to offer.

But tonight? He didn’t know he would be the one to start a fight, especially not after seeing you walk through the front doors.

He had seen you there before. Always dressed like you deserved to be somewhere better, somewhere that didn’t smell like armpits and unwashed balls. Lips painted in a deep color but from the shitty lighting he never could tell if it was purple or black.

He watched from a distance as you shrugged off one piss drunk guy after another, each leaving with their tails tucked between their legs, muttering shit like crazy bitch, she’s fucking insane did’ya hear what she said to me? Eddie stood by and laughed, admiring the mysterious girl who wouldn’t give anyone a chance.

Setting up equipment last week Eddie’s eyes were trained on the time, having it down to a science on when you’d show up, and there you were. Rolling your eyes to the catcalls from the old timers and going straight to the bar, a glinted smile on your lips as you purred your order, one he had already memorized from watching you show up week after week. Eddie leaned back and hollered to Jeff, asking if he knew who you were.

Jeff said what he thought your name was, claiming you worked with his sister at the Hideaway, the diner that served beer and home style food, you were a senior maybe? But neither of them had seen you around before.

You were a mystery to him, and he was hooked. He looked for you in classes, down the orange and green brick painted hallways. Fuck, he even went to the Hideaway but could never find you there. It was almost as if you only existed in his dreams or at the Hideout.

Corroded Coffin wasn’t performing tonight, instead the four guys leaned over the sticky table in the back corner, their table, tossing quarters into a shot glass and shooting the shit. Well three of the four were having a good time, the other was quiet, brooding behind dark eyes.

You had walked in like you always did, 10 o’clock on the dot, only this time you weren’t alone.

Billy Hargrove? Really?

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, how fucking cliche could you be? Finding the first swinging dick in Hawkins with a loud car and immediately going on a date with him. Eddie was disgusted, but more so, jealous.

Hours ticked by, and beer after beer, one gut rot shot after another, Eddie’s jealousy brewed into pure hatred. His dark eyes bored into you, but you didn’t even notice.

He hated you. Hated your stupid smile, the way you kept giggling at Billy’s jokes. just wait til you see him naked, sweetheart, the laughing won’t stop there, he thought to himself.

Loathing the way your black painted nails curled into Billy’s denim jacket, no doubt he probably fed you a line about how he works out. Eddie’s eyes roll back again and he breathes heavily through his nose, sucking the last shot of whiskey through his teeth, letting the bitter taste melt on his tongue and burn with each fiery drop down his throat.

Trying to keep himself busy, he finds himself flicking open his switchblade, pressing the top of the blade into the black leather cushion, wishing it was Billy’s neck instead. He can’t hear what anyone is saying behind him, didn’t even notice that Gareth was talking about learning a new song. His full attention was on you.

Billy gets up from his bar stool, the noise from the drag of the legs on the floor scratches against Eddie’s skin, adding insult to injury. He shoots you a wink and makes his way to the back towards the bathroom.

Watching him disappear into the dark lit corner, Eddie stands on wobblier legs than he would have liked. Boots heavy and clunky as he stalks his way over to you. Not at all knowing what he was going to do or say, going on pure adrenaline.

Your perfume hits him first, a warm note of vanilla mixed with a tobacco hint of camels. The red top you’re wearing is cut low, showcasing your pretty neck and plunging deep into the cleavage of your tits. A black leather jacket sits on your shoulders, the zippers shining with the warm light.

Your eyelashes bat at him as he approaches your table, but you still don’t look his way, and he stands next to you like he’s known you for years, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

“I’ll take another one of these,” you say, pushing your empty glass towards him with your middle finger, “make it a strong one.”

“I don’t work here,” Eddie scoffs, moving your drink out of his way and placing an arm on the back of your chair, glaring down at you “but you already knew that.”

The air shifts when you look up at him, it’s heavier, thicker than peanut butter, and you almost choke at the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

“What makes you think I would know that?”

Eddie shifts, the liquor on his breath is spicy and warm.

“Because I've seen you here before, and not once have you ordered a drink from me.”

A wicked grin coaxes its way to your lips and you cross your legs, the toe of your high heel touching Eddie’s knee, and you lean your elbow on the table closer into him.

“Stalking me big boy?”

“And if I was?” his voice is low, the ends of his hair sway as he dips into your space, eyes never leaving yours, making sure he was all you could see as he whispers, “something tells me you wouldn’t mind that.”

The toe of your shoe grazes his inner thigh and the tip of something hard, making the corner of your lip tease up as you pluck the stem of the cherry from your empty drink. Bringing it to your mouth, you never stop looking into his eyes, and his haven’t left yours either.

The flesh of the cherry breached your lips and you lick the bottom of it, humming at the taste of the grenadine and sour whiskey on your tongue, finally biting the cherry, you toss the stem behind you. Chewing softly on the sugary fruit and leaning back, Eddie’s eyes taking you in.

His ringed hand crawls up your stocking clad thigh, circling your soft skin, rubbing at the hem of your skirt.

“am I right, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t need you to say he’s correct because he already knows, your eyes speak for you, a dark glint to them, dripping with want, and he wouldn’t doubt if you were to open your legs that your panties would wet with a sweet heat he desperately needed to taste.

“You’re pretty cocky for a guy who’s been staring at me for months but has never said a word until tonight.”

It's Eddie's turn for silence when your pretty nails reach out to trace the handcuffs on his belt, shifting your legs so the left is now crossed over the right, each taking more and more from one another waiting for the first to break.

“Why tonight? hmm?” your nails rubbing against the metal and leather, thumb grazing his zippered crotch, getting a devil hint of what he has hiding beneath. “Didn’t like seeing me with someone else? Already putting your claim on me, huh?”

He didn’t need to answer because you already knew.

The first time you laid eyes on him he was playing the solo to Master of Puppets, the cold air seeped into your bones from your walk from the Hideaway, and you needed a drink after your shitty shift.

Your eyes met and it was instant, a primal heat that drew you in and kept you coming back, waiting impatiently. Watching from afar calculating his moves, the way he held himself so confidently, his lithe muscles rippling when carrying band equipment from the stage. The way his throat vibrated when he sang, the quick jerk of his fingers as they strummed each key. How sweaty his hair would get after his set, shit you were infatuated.

He dips low to you again, a hand landing on your hip, sending shivers to your spine.

“You’re lost, sweetheart.”

Confused, you look up at him, quirking an eyebrow, challenging him, “lost?”

His fingers squeeze gently at your hip, his other hand moving your chin so you can look at him directly, his thumb moving over your bottom lip, pulling it down and almost groaning as it pops back into place against your teeth, “yeah, you’re supposed to be with me.”

“Well well, if it isn’t the freak caught with his hands in the cookie jar.”

Neither of you look at Billy, the heat between you still strong, sweltering.

“Hargrove,” Eddie greets, eyes never leaving yours, “thanks man.”

Billy shoots you a look, fists clenched, “for what?”

Eddie stands up straight, hands leaving you to retreat into his jacket pocket, angling his shoulders back, “bringing my girl to me, seriously, I owe you.”

Billy smirks and chuckles, “your girl huh?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

Eddie dogged the first swing, ducking and jabbing a brass knuckled fist into Billy’s stomach, sending him backwards into a table behind him, peanuts and beer spray up across the bar.

Stalking towards Billy, the shine of Eddie’s brass knuckles gleam against his fist, matching the shine of the wink he shoots you, and he’s caught off guard when you re-cross your legs and lick your top lip, hooded eyelids flashing him a sinful look of lust.

He chuckles at the sight of you, how you’re not afraid of him, how you didn’t run, the way you look like you’re almost enjoying this. Fuck.

Billy’s boot kicks Eddie square in the jaw, blooding up his bottom lip, sending him tumbling back a few steps, giving Billy the upper hand.

Neither of them expect what comes next. Eddie didn’t notice you get up, planting your heels on the ground and grabbing the bar stool by the legs. He only heard the thud of Billy falling to the ground and the crack of splintered wood teetering across the ground, the remaining pieces of the stool tossed to your feet.

Heels echoing across the floor, you tiptoe around the wood kneeling down to grab Billy’s blond hair between your fingers, twisting as his head raises from the floor.

“Date’s over,” your voice is sweet with each word, almost pleasant in the delivery, “understand?”

“Fucking crazy bitch,” Billy spits.

The whip of a knife whizzes past your ear, catching on the meat of Billy’s hand, nailing him to the floor.

Billy gasps and grunts mumbling shit under his breath.

Turning your head you look up at the dark haired metalhead. His eyes are darker than they were all night, a twitch formed in one of his eyelids. The blood dripping from his chin was sticky against his pale skin. To anyone else in the bar he looked deranged, like a demon straight from hell here in a human form, but to you? He looked like a God, a fucking King.

The look in his eyes caused a pool to form between your legs, the black veil of iniquity clouded your vision, a certain wickedness emitted from him and you were drawn to it like a magnet.

He stomps to both you and Billy, bending down he reaches a hand over your back, grabbing ahold of your hip, making you stand up with him.

“Wrong answer.” Eddie grunts, his boot shoving the blade in further.

He’s taller than you expected him to be, his broad shoulders are rolled back and he peers down at you, a dimpled smirk on his lips.

Standing on tiptoes, you reach up to his face. His strong jaw ripples between clenched teeth under your fingers. Rubbing the cut on his bottom lip with your thumb, he doesn’t flinch, only breathes heavy when you smear the blood around, and pop it into your mouth. The devil’s smile on your lips as you hum around your thumb, the acidic burnt taste of his blood on your tongue.

He groans, squeezing your hips in his big hands, bringing you into him, his stiff cock pressed heavy against your middle.

“Wanna get outta here?” your fingers walk up against his chest, fingernails scratching down until they land on his belt, lightly yanking the leather towards you.

“Your place or mine?” His voice is low, hungry.

“I’m not picky.”

“didn’t think you were, c’mon sweetheart.”

Eddie grabs your hand and drags you through the front door, your laugh fills the night air, taking away any chill from it, your bodies serving as heaters. He opens the drivers door of his van and you get in climbing over the center console.

He climbs in behind you, almost choking when you throw a leg back over and sit firmly in his lap.

“Fuck.”

Your fingers work to the collar of his shirt, ripping it down the center, showing off his pretty porcelain skin etched with scrawls of a demon-like face and a black widow on his chest, heaving as he tries not to blow his load right there and then.

Eyes rake over him, followed by the scratch of your nails, he hisses and groans as your lips attach to his neck, licking sweet and warm under his ear, “about time you talked to me..”

Your hips move against him, his hands burning into the fabric of your skirt and lifting slightly, thumbs searing into your thighs, “looks like you just needed to get jealous, hmm?”

Eddie’s hands work your jacket from your shoulders, groaning as the neon light from the bar hits you, illuminating the delicate skin of your shoulders, and the tight strap from your bra, he moans and yanks you forward, hands full on your breasts as his fingers roll against your nipples. His lips perched to the column of your throat. Your moans filling the van when his tongue salves across your throat, working a hickey into your neck, “that’s what I thought big boy, mmm, you’re easy to read.”

His dick kicks up when the pad of his thumb hits a steel ball on either side of your nipples, and he bites hard into your neck, causing you to yelp and moan, enjoying the pleasured pain.

“course I was jealous,” Eddie groans against your skin, working his tongue along his teeth marks, “fuckin’ look at you, goddamn devil woman.”

Your hand works to his jaw, wrapping closed around his throat and shoving him back hard into the seat. Nose to nose with him, your tongue darting out to catch the flesh of his lip, whispering hot against his mouth as you press your wet cunt down into him, “you like that? The evil inside of me?”

His hand wraps around your throat, large rings cutting into your skin, pressing hard against the bite he put into your neck. Eyes rolling to white you hum a moan so pretty against his hand his dick kicks up again, straining beneath the denim.

He brings you close to him, lips ghosting over your own, “Like isn’t the right word.”

His lips crash into yours, a mix of blood, spit and clashing teeth. It’s primal, the way your mouths work together, licking, sucking, lapping at one another, hungry for more.

Your hands move feverishly against his belt, and his fingers waist no time shoving your skirt up higher, showing off the sheen from your pussy lips, slick and bare, no panties.

He groans when his fingers push past your puffy lips and circle your clit, trying to suck him in where you need him most.

“Fuck,” he chuckles, “you’re fucking soaked, Eddie get you all worked up?”

“Is that your name?” you quip, working his velvet thick cock from his jeans, spitting on the tip and rubbing it around with your thumb, you wrap your fingers around his shaft pumping him once, “looked more like a Diablo,” your hand works him again, “Lucifer…” you push his head through your slick folds, sinking down enough that the head of his cock disappears, “.. or daddy to me.”

Eddie rolls his eyes back into his head, biting his fist, and moaning loud, “fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

You tut between your teeth, “not tonight, tonight you’re mine.”

Your full weight drops down onto his cock and you sigh a moan the same time Eddie groans and squeezes his eyes shut, and you take a second to catch your breath before you adjust yourself so you can circle your hips. your nails press into his chest again, leaving scarlet marks in your wake, his skin pulled from itself and under your fingers, and he can’t get enough,

The buckles on your bra straps are plucked like dandelion heads against the cup, threads frayed under Eddie's hands as your tits bounce from their confinements, pretty piercings glinting in the neon lights.

“Tell me,” you groan, your own hands pushing your tits together and biting your lip from the pure ecstasy that’s laced into Eddie’s cock, “tell me how good this is.”

“Fuck look at you, taking me so fuckin’ deep.” his thumb circles your clit as his hips buck up into you, eliciting more pretty moans that rattle the windows in the van, matching his grunts and sweat-stuck bangs. “should have, mm yeah shit just like that, fuck! don’t stop, scooped you up the first night I saw you.”

He wasn’t like the other lame dicks in Hawkins, this one seemed different, better. You knew from the moment you saw him that he could keep up with you, wouldn’t be turned away from your demon lust or the darkness that permeated through your skin. Just as Billy had said, this guy was a freak. Like you.

Eddie lifts you up and turns, slamming you into the seat so your face is pressed against the warm leather, ass angled up, pussy split open and weeping from his cock.

He works his dick between your folds, relishing in the way you try to suck him in greedily, chuckling as you pout and scowl when he teases you some more.

“what’s the matter pretty girl? You don’t like being teased?”

“no,” you whine as he does it again, laughing at your eager pussy and desperate cries. A hand lands hard on the fat of your ass and you jump under his hand, moaning and pushing yourself back into him, “more, fuck, please.”

That’s all Eddie needed to hear before he’s deep inside you again, your gummy walls clenching around him as he bottoms out, His large hand printed on your skin. “fuck you’re nasty, such a dirty slut aren’t ya?”

“yes, fuck.” your tongue licks the leather seat, eyes looking back to see the blackness cloud Eddie’s eyes and for a split second you swore there were horns on his head.

He pumps into you faster, met by your hand circling your clit, he leans forward to suck into your shoulder blade, licking up the back of your neck, whispering into your ear as his hips jack knife into you, “come for me, fuckin’ come for daddy.”

Wet floods your fingers and heat coils in your belly as your orgasm spreads, the back of Eddie’s seat has moon shaped indents on the left side as you claw into it, moaning against it.

His fingers are grabbing you hard enough it will leave bruises on your hips, he grunts into you, working you through your leg shaking high. “Did so good for me, yeah you like this cock? gripping me like a fuckin’ vice honey, ’m gonna come, where you want me?”

You twist beneath him, facing him to see his sweaty chest, hair sticking to his neck in places, dark eyes gleaming in a lust infused state of bliss, fat cock red and swollen. The demon of your dreams.

The makeup on your eyes were smudged from sweat and your face grinding into the seat, you lick your lips and eye the pre cum on his cock, your slick soaking his length, coating the course hair at the base. “I wanna know how we taste.”

Eddie groans, grabbing your waist roughly and adjusting you both carelessly to the back, shoulders knocking into the seats and whatever other bullshit was tossed into the void.

He kisses you harsh, fingers tweezed around your nipple piercing, groaning at your little moans as you bite his split lip and shove him onto his back. Peering down at him with soulless eyes you work your way down his body, tangling yourself in between his legs, you wrap your lips around his fat length.

The heady taste of your arousal and the brine of his precum mix on your tongue, marrying into a profound taste that could only be described as heaven and hell.

His hips wiggle beneath you, desperate for more of your mouth, you giggle before swallowing him into your throat in one single move, working your hands up and down his shaft, in tandem with your swirling tongue.

Groans replace your desperate moans from earlier, lewd sounds streak up the fogged fucked windows of the van, and it’s not long before Eddie is spilling into your mouth, muttering nonsense.

You suck him clean, and he hisses at your wicked tongue lapping around him.

“Fuck Lilith,” Eddie groans, sleepy little smile on his lips as he pulls you into his sweaty chest, skin to skin, “you’re out of this world.”

You quirk a brow and push his bangs back from his forehead, “that’s not my name, Eddie.”

“it should be,” he grins down at you, moving your neck to plant a kiss behind your ear, “it’s a variation of the Mother goddess of all demons… and after what we just did, fuck.” he grunts, squeezing your bare thigh and hoisting you higher up to him, “satan himself couldn’t tear you away from me.”

A wicked grin paints your lips, and you surprise yourself when you push them into Eddie’s, fingers wrapped tight around his neck.

Eddie was wrong, you weren’t lost, just missing a piece to your puzzle, needing someone to delve into the darkest part of your mind, to be enthused by your antics, applauding your wickedness. and that someone, was found at a smelly dive bar. Him.

Ave Satani

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demonic0angel · 8 months ago

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More Jazz Forms (click for clarity)

TW: disturbing content, body horror

1) Head only Jazz

+ She is a head that walks on a bunch of mysterious tentacles. She’s inspired by a CN novel called “Let the Villain Go” in a chapter where a demon pops up and is described as a head that walks on tentacles (I may be delulu and remembered it wrong).

+ Around 900 feet tall. Most of the height is her tentacles, but her head is still around 100 feet tall.

+ Jason is a little obsessed with how huge she is. When he is away, she stays standing over his apartment like a creepy water storage tank. Nobody can see her except liminals and ghosts, so she remains undetected by Jason’s side.

+ She is generally peaceful and doesn’t move much. She is a relatively quiet being with no explicit ability to defend herself or attack. I imagine her to be very dreamy, despite her piercing stare.

2) Celestial Object Jazz

+ She is a quasi-stellar radio source, AKA a quasar :)

+ Impossibly large and infinite. She is so big that her gravitational pull is pulling apart a piece of the universe. Jason thinks that she’s beautiful, and he looks for her every night. He uses special technology to see her on Earth and when he can, he sneaks onto the Watchtower to look at her.

+ The mass of the black hole that she is made of is around 150 billion solar masses. She is located extremely far from the Milky Way within the largest galaxy of the universe. Since she is technically both the black hole and the gas that surrounds it, she won’t be fading for awhile.

+ Her origin is unknown in this idea (but is related to her siblings, who have all become celestial objects themselves). Her existence is extremely old and that is partially Clockwork’s fault.

3) Corrupted Jazz

+ She has become corrupted from years of ectoplasm, death, and generally instability. The tentacles that come from her stomach is actually just pieces of her soul that are trying to reach for others. She calls for help, but no one but Jason has been reaching out.

+ She cannot be around people for too long, or she causes insanity, violent mood swings, headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations, paranoia, nosebleeds, and general weakness, even if they cannot see her. Jason is somewhat resistant to her, but she heavily restrains herself so the effects of her existence won’t hurt him.

+ She tries to stay away from Jason, but bc she’s so clingy, she watches him from a distance. Her presence brings shadows and darkness, so he’s also been getting a reputation of scaring criminals to pissing themselves whenever he comes by.

+ Her body is covered in shadows, but she glows a little from the ectoplasm, so her silhouette can be vaguely seen.

4) Monochrome Jazz

+ Inspired by Lady Dimitrescu and Hachishakusama

+ She dresses in all black and her skin is pale as well. A hat and face mask cover all available skin on her face. Any skin below the neck is also covered.

+ She is around 9 feet tall. She stalks Jason whenever she can and always follows him around. She is extremely hostile and dangerous and does not hesitate to attack when she feels even the slightest bit threatened. She is also completely mute.

+ She is both a ghost and an urban legend, hence why she looks like that. Underneath her mask is a mouth of razor sharp teeth like a moray eel.

5) Wolf Jazz

+ Inspired by Jason’s Red Hood motif that is similar to Little Red Riding Hood. That’s also why I associate Jazz with so many canine themes :)

+ Black fur, several pairs of eyes, and two sets of deformed ears. I am debating whether or not she also has 3 pairs of legs.

+ She follows Jason around like a dog, but does not behave like a pet. As such, he can’t order her around unless she wants to listen to him. Thankfully, she likes cooperating with him and the two of them terrorize the criminals of Crime Alley.

+ She is around 5 feet tall when standing on all fours, but when she stands up on her hind legs, she is around 9 feet tall. She is very fluffy.

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9settersoul · 4 months ago

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little things about the haikyuu boys that I love

characters: oikawa, akaashi, tsukishima, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, iwaizumi, kuroo, tanaka

warning: timeskip spoilers!!!

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oikawa tooru:

hums when he walks

hums or sings when doing ABSOLUTELY anything

skips when he walks

always posing for photos

always somehow blocks iwaizumi in photos

takes selfies and pictures of the sunset

stays up late to watch volleyball

takes his nephew to practices

when he found out he wasn't in monthly volleyball he laid on the ground and used a volleyball as a pillow

his mentions of his and iwaizumi's "unbreakable bond of trust"

his post timeskip current concern was: he is mistaken as a minor

when the crowd goes "OLE!!" when he serves

how he strategies and finds people's weaknesses

his "worthless pride"

how he carried out his dream and followed his idol to argentina

calls kageyama "tobio-chan"

most likely learned spanish to live in argentina

literally the most well-rounded character in the entire thing

HIS CHARACTER DEVEOPLEMET!!!

akaashi keiji:

fiddles with his fingers

constant analyzing and overthinking (he's so real)

only second-year who is a vice-captain

the smartest character (class 6!)

thick thighs

his witty humor

his patience with bokuto

is the captain of the team anxiety and depression (other members are yachi, asahi, and kiyru)

his eyes

very humble

his blunt personality

his ability to deal with bokuto in the most strategic way

he's so perfect...wow

tsukishima kei:

is popular with girls at school

works at a museum in timeskip

loves strawberry shortcake

fiddles with his fingers when he's nervous

his character development - from calling volleyball just a club and then finding his love for it then further pursuing it as a career

how sassy he is

standing with a hand on his hip

bokuto kouatro:

likes girls on the thicker side

his friendship with kuroo

is quite literally THICK

in timeskip, he doesn't know how to pay taxes

rewatches himself on tv

loves to show off

dropping down from being the top 3 aces to the top 5 was because of his simplemindedness and mood swings lol

his hair deflates when he's in emo mode

the name bokuto literally translates to horned owl

his long knee pads

his "disciple" hinata

BOKUTO BEAM!!

hinata shoyo:

timeskip; is considered one of the best receivers in Japan

his ability to make friends with anyone

when he talks for kageyama, knowing he's uncomfortable

his growth... his entire development wow

somehow creates a relationship with EVERY single setter he crosses paths with

ninja shoyo

his ability to flatter people

his homesickness in brazil... and then it went away when he saw oikawa

literally biked home UP A MOUNTAIN every day, wth

kageyama tobio:

literally the youngest first-year

he was 15 at the japan youth camp, turned 16 after that, and THEN went to nationals

takes care of his fingernails

has insane memory

prioritizes his nutrition

i firmly believe he learned everything from iwaizumi and oikawa

genuinely DISTURBED when atsumu called him a goody-two-shoes and I think that's so funny

is awkward with animals, cause he feels like they don't like him

literally been involved with volleyball since he was three

vice-captain when he's a third year

timeskip kageyama signs his name with a heart just like how suga said

verryyy respectful to his superiors

low key the heartthrob of karasuno but he's so oblivious

him embracing his title as the "king of the court"

iwaizumi hajime:

beats everyone in arm wrestles (massive biceps)

rolls his sleeves

loves godzilla

wears his school uniform messy

can play baseball

is a gemini

caught bugs as a kid

underrated king

definitely loyal and dependable

literally, the BEST friend to put your trust in! the way he slapped some sense into oikawa about how you always work as a team and never alone

is bad at taking pictures (mainly selfies) ---that one with ushijima...

was so proud when he showed oikawa the fish oikawa's named after

is NOT afraid to cry

the denial of his and oikawa's "unbreakable bond of trust"

kuroo testuro:

chemistry nerd

likes girls with long hair

likes the ocean

actually prefers dogs over cats

a genuinely kind person

his worry is he can't get rid of his bedhead - which happens because he sleeps on his stomach with two pillows pressing into his face

youngest of the third years on nekoma

his friendship with bokuto

his interactions with daichi

his support for tsuki and helping him grow into a great player

the way he stands always with his hand on his hip

he is INSANE at defense, not just blocking but digging too

how supportive he is of kenma and how he was the foundation for something kenma learned to love

i'm pretty sure it's canon that he lives with his grandma... so cute

TIMESKIPPPPPPP PLEASEE

tanaka ryuunosuke:

how supportive he is. LITERALLY A PILLAR OF SUPPORT GAH!!

canon - married kiyoko

his mental toughness

most underrated character ever oml

such a good upperclassman :)

hype man!!

overcomes his anxiety mid-game

his obsession and overall respect toward kiyoko

his relationship with noya

the beanie!!

him and asahi have played every single match with no rest

#haikyuu spoiler #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#akaashi keiji #oikawa tooru #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #kuroo tetsurou #tanaka ryuunosuke #bokuto koutarou #iwaizumi hajime #hq spoilers #hq #haikyuu headcanons #headcanon #canon

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cameronsprincess · 11 months ago

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— summary: you and steve are getting intimate when someone busts in and ruins the moment.

— pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

— warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, making out, and i think that’s all.

❥ ruined moments — s.h

you’ve been dating steve harrington for a few months now, and it’s been great, minus the lack of alone time the two of you get due to steve always being with the kids or robin.

you didn’t mind the kids. you didn’t mind robin. but you did hate how you’ve been intimate with your boyfriend only a handful of times in the entire three months you’ve been together.

so today, when steve called to say he was alone all day, you couldn’t contain your excitement as you rushed to his house, wanting nothing more than to feel your boyfriend deep inside you.

“steve are you sure no one is coming over today? i don’t want the mood ruined like it always is” you complain between kisses, steve working his way down your throat and to the valley of your breasts hidden beneath your shirt.

he pauses his movements, pulling back and looking into your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“i’m sure baby. robin knows we need this alone time, so she’s agreed to keep the kids away today. trust me.”

you smile up at him, nodding your head at his reassurance and smashing your lips into his once more.

steve pushes his tongue into your mouth, exploring your mouth as he moves his lips hungrily against yours.

you can’t contain the moan that you let slip from your lips, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth driving you damn near insane.

steve pulls back, giving you a slight smirk before he runs his hands up your sides, playing with the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

he sucks in a sharp breath, realizing you hadn’t wore a bra over to his house.

“fuck you’re so hot.” he breathes out, wrapping his lips around one of your erect nipples and sucking on it lightly.

you throw your head back in pleasure, pushing him back onto the mattress causing your nipple to fall from his mouth with a ‘pop’ before you throw your legs over his waist, straddling him and feeling his hard cock from beneath the confines of his jeans.

steve brings his arms around your neck, pulling you down and consuming your mouth with a searing kiss once more. it’s all teeth and tongues, the sounds of moans and groans filling the room.

“fuck, y/n. i need to feel you now.” steve complains. you smirk as you pull his shirt over his head, tossing it into the floor and kissing down his chest.

you’re working your way down, down down, until you reach the buttons of his pants, you slowly begin undoing the button, slowly pulling at the zipper when you hear the front door slam shut.

you give steve a confused look, wondering who, no why, anyone was here when he promised the two of you wouldn’t be interrupted.

“what the fuck?” you groan.

“fuck i dunno, baby. just keep going everyone knows better than to bother us today, it’s probably nothing.”

you roll your eyes but continue with your actions, you pull his zipper all the way down and begin shoving his jeans down his legs, tossing them into the floor and leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, palming him softly through his boxers, pulling a groan from his lips.

“fuck, need to feel more of you baby girl. need this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock”

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, placing soft, sweet kisses to his lips as you grind your hips into his. you moan at the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against your clothed core.

the two of you continue making out, teeth clashing together, steve pulling lightly at your hair as you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into the soft skin of his back.

“fuck, no more playing. fu-“ you begin but are cut off by steve’s bedroom door swinging open.

“steve why haven’t you been-“ dustin voices but instantly stops when he sees what he’s barged in on.

you throw yourself off of steve, falling onto the floor and cursing under your breath at dustin for ruining the moment.

steve quickly pulls the blanket over himself, looking down at the floor and silently apologizing to you before he turns his heated stare towards dustin.

“what the fuck, henderson?! i told robin to keep y’all away from my house today, what do you need?”

“shit shit shit, i’m so sorry dude, i just.. we needed you for something but i can come back”

steve rolls his eyes, waving his hands towards the door, signaling for the boy to leave.

“yeah later, henderson. i’ll call you when i’m not busy, now go!”

you hear dustin scrambling to leave, slamming the door behind him and rushing down the stairs.

you pull yourself back onto the bed, face red from embarrassment as you pull your shirt back over your head.

“no no baby, we can still-“ steve begins, but you cut him off

“it’s fine babe, i have to get going anyways. maybe we can find some time this week to actually be alone. hell i’m even down to get a room for a weekend, and tell no one where we are” you say, giving him a slight eye roll, but he can sense there’s no actual malice behind it.

he gives you an apologetic smile, standing to wrap his arms around your waist and laying his head in the crook of your neck.

“i really am sorry baby, i thought robin could keep them occupied for a day.. we’ll go somewhere this weekend, just the two of us, promise.”

you smile at his words, placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“i’m holding you to that, harrington. no more ruined moments.”

“promise baby, no more ruined moments.”

you giggle, placing a kiss to his lips before opening his bedroom door.

“i’ll text you later?”

“i’ll be waiting. i love you, y/n/n”

“love you too, stevie boy.”

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graysmiles-world · 1 year ago

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Steddie Faking Dating, Part 1

Eddie Munson was cuckoo bananas. Steve knew that. The entirety of Hawkins High knew that. Most of Hawkins, in general, knew that. Which makes it all the more insane that Steve did what he did.

He fell in love with him.

Trust him. Steve knows how mad, psycho, and every other word there is for “batshit crazy” there is for it. But he can’t help it! Steve’s a romantic at heart, and Eddie is the most romantic person he’s ever met. He wraps around Steve like an octopus, kissing every bit of skin in reach. He’s sung, like, at least four different songs for Steve on his electric guitar, which he didn’t even know could be romantic.

All in all, Steve was in love. Flipped around the head and spun until you’re dizzy kind of love. Although he hadn’t said it yet, Steve imagined Eddie feeling the same. Like the stares that Steve feels whenever he turns away from Eddie are brands pressed hot against his cheek. Like every kiss, cheek grab, and cuddle, Eddie pushed his love into Steve in any way he could. Eddie was always the more physical of the two.

But they weren’t yet at the stage where an “I love you” is acceptable. With Nancy, Steve was the one who said it first, two days after their fifth-month anniversary. Nancy said it back but later was informed that she never loved him. He’s going to take it more carefully with this one. They were only a few days past four months in, and it was much too soon to be throwing around the ‘L’ word. Steve just sat - zoning off on break at his summer Scoop’s Ahoy! job. He just turned over the words in his mind until they were no longer recognizable, but the feeling was still warming his chest.

“Steve!” Robin’s harsh shout comes from the front. Steve lurched from his daydream. Suddenly, the sound of crying children and the stickiness of the table in front of him became a reality.

Steve groaned, tilting back until the chair he sat on tipped back, and he could look back at the clock. It took him a second, it being upside down, but it was definitely only 2:28 p.m.

“I’ve got two minutes left!” he shouted, letting his chair fall back on all four legs. He ignored Robin’s grumbling and threats of bodily mutilation to stare at the blank wall before him and breathe in the sickly sweet smell of melted ice cream. It was petty, sure, but Robin had done the same to him, like, three times since the summer started. And he was not one to give up 120 seconds of precious zoning out time.

“Dingus!” Robin shouted, sounding much closer than before. She banged open the door to the backroom, the knob hitting the wall and leaving a mark.

“Jesus, Buckley!” Steve jumps, looking over to her unimpressed scowl and crossed arms.

“Break time’s over,” she tapped her wrist, despite the fact that there was no actual watch there. Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed the sailor's cap from where he threw it at the start of his break.

Robin laughed at his quiet grumbles as he passed him, patting him condescendingly on the back. She let the door swing shut, and Steve flinched at the large bang that echoed throughout the storefront. Avoiding the many kids’ and adults’ eyes, he turned back to admonish her - only to find that Robin wasn’t even there.

Steve could hear her witch’s cackle through the closed window, but it could have just been in his head, to be fair. But instead of arguing with her, which would lead to several customer complaints, he let her take her break. Steve was not in the mood to deal today.

He crammed the stupid hat on his head and turned to the storefront where a couple of giggling preteens already stood.

After, he just amused himself by looking over to the clock (which definitely moved at like half the speed as the clock in the breakroom, he’s sure of it) and returned to work. Robin joined after her own break, and they worked in tandem. It turns out they’re an okay team when they’re not at each other’s throats, but Steve won’t say that not wanting to tempt fate in one of her many taunts. Robin seemed just as tired of scooping ice cream as he was, so she didn’t even make any snide comments as they closed up Scoops Ahoy! for the night.

The next day went mostly the same, but Steve was much more excited.

“What’s got your panties in a bunch?” Robin asked, looking concerned at his constant smile. It wasn’t even a customer service one, but a real one. One hurt Steve’s cheeks a bit from how much he was beaming.

“Nothing, just having a friend come over tonight,” he told her - trying to seem casual. Something told him, though, that his “super casual shrug” didn’t help him. Heat crept up his neck and ears, and Steve was grateful that most of it was covered by hair.

Robin leaned forward onto the counter, setting her chin on her fists and fluttering her eyelashes daintily at him. “Oh, is this a lady-friend perhaps? One that you wooed with your ‘Steve Harrington Charm,’” she said - making bunny ears around “Steve Harrington Charm.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head and focusing on the mint chip ice cream he was switching out with a new batch. “I told you, I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”

Robin snorted meanly, “Sure.”

Desperate to turn the conversation off himself and onto her: “Hey, what about you? Got any secret admirers out there?”

Steve still wasn’t looking at his coworker, but he could hear her choke at the question. It felt a little good, he won’t lie, turning it back around on her.

“I’ve got a boyfriend,” she said after a moment, tapping her fingers against the counter to the beat of the corny song constantly playing through the speakers. “Might hang out with him after work today,” she shrugged, “Don’t know yet.”

Steve nodded, grabbing the empty ice cream container and returning it to the back to be taken out with the rest of the trash at the night's end. Thankfully, that won’t be him because he was able to get out early by switching with Clark, one of the other “crewmates.” He would have to take an early morning shift next Tuesday, but Steve still thought it was worth it. Eddie was coming over that night, and even though Steve could see him earlier that week, he couldn’t help but be excited.

When Steve got home that afternoon, he immediately stripped from his uniform and threw it in the hamper, covering it with some other dirty clothes. Heaven knows how Eddie would react if he saw that piece of clothing.

He’d probably ask Steve to wear it for sex, to be honest. And not that Steve wasn’t up for that (he was always up to sex with Eddie), but he only had one of these uniforms, and it needed to last for the entire summer.

Steve then jumped in the shower, scrubbing the stink of the nauseating scent of gone-bad ice cream and kid vomit. Children shouldn’t have a double fudge sundae after running around in the hot sun for three hours. Who knew? Not that kid’s parents, from how they whined and tried to give explanations as Steve was forced to mop it up.

Robin had way too much fun laughing at him from behind the counter, so Steve went to the bathroom when he saw Erica approaching them across the food court.

When Eddie knocked on Steve’s door at 3:45, fifteen minutes after he said he’d show up (like Steve knew he would be), the house was perfectly set up for movie night. Steve was already dressed in his old basketball sweatpants and one of Eddie’s shirts that he left behind too many times for Steve to be willing to give it back now.

Also, the look on Eddie’s face whenever he saw Steve wearing one of his band t-shirts was one of Steve’s favorites. This is only made better by Steve immediately shutting down any lust building him in eyes with an eye roll and a pull towards the couch.

Eddie whistled, “All setup, aren’t you sweetheart?”

Steve threw a throw pillow at the back of Eddie’s head, uncaring the squawk he let out. “Shut up.”

“Betrayed!” Eddie flailed about, falling back onto the couch, one foot on the cushion. “Hoaxed! Hoodwinked!”

Steve snorted, slapping Eddie’s socked foot aside and falling towards him - making sure to land on his outstretched hands and now Eddie’s ribs. He pressed his lips against Eddie’s before he started the dramatic monologue that Steve knew was coming.

Eddie surrounded immediately, moving to clutch his (or Eddie’s) shirt in both hands. Steve kept the kiss from becoming too dirty because he wanted to watch some movies but was content to make out for a few minutes longer. And God, did Eddie know how to make out with someone? It was wet and hot, sloppy than any other make-out he’d had with anyone else - but Steve loved it. He loved him.

He felt that familiar bubbling in his stomach, the urge to lean back and spit it out - so instead, he pressed forward. He dug his tongue between Eddie’s lips as he liked and let him do it before. Eddie’s stubble scratched against his cheeks, and his shoulder started hurting a bit, but Steve didn’t ever want to move.

Unfortunately, the choice was taken from him when Eddie pulled back, chuckling a bit when Steve tried to follow. “It seems my swindling worked,” he crowed quietly, pressing short but hard kisses against everything but Steve’s lips.

Steve opened his eyes, staring right into Eddie’s endlessly dark eyes. They were crinkled, and it took everything in Steve not to melt into goo. Instead, he raised a brow. “You think you tricked me, Munson?”

Eddie guffawed a laugh, his chest bouncing underneath Steve’s. “Munson, huh? You brought me back down to last names, Harrington?”

Steve couldn’t handle being close to Eddie and not kissing anymore, so he mumbled, “You betcha, Munson,” before returning to the previously scheduled content.

Steve could have spent the rest of his life kissing Eddie on this couch. Unfortunately for both of them, their young bodies couldn’t hold up in that position forever, and they were forced to move only a few minutes later. It was only then that Steve remembered the original purpose for Eddie coming over that night.

“Alright,” he said, pushing back from Eddie’s warmth. “I didn’t just invite you to make out.”

“You didn’t?” Eddie asked, pouting like it was terrible news. Steve just rolled his eyes (he swore, one day, they were going to get stuck like that). He kicked at Eddie’s leg that was being dragged teasingly up his own and stumbled over to the TV - unapologetically adjusting himself in his sweatpants. He ignored Eddie’s groan at the sight and busied himself with picking a movie.

“Which one do you want? Steve called back to him.

“What do you got?” Eddie called back, too lazy to stand over and come over to see for himself.

Steve shuffled through the VHSs, cringing at the choices. They were all from when he was a kid when his parents loaded up on movies so he wouldn’t bother them.

“Uh,” Steve started - trying to find some that wouldn’t be terrible to watch. “Superman 1 and 2, Jaws, Willy Wonka in the Chocolate Factory,” he listed them out, not thinking as he went from VHS to VHS.

“What the fuck, Stevie!” Eddie crackled behind him. “What’s with these movies?”

Steve felt the back of his neck go hot. “They’re all from when I was a kid, okay?”

“Wow, kid you had a shit taste.”

Steve laughed but covered it up with a cough, but not very successfully from Eddie’s crackle from behind him. “Do you want to help pick one, or are you just going to complain the whole time,” he glared mockingly at Eddie.

When Eddie finally decided to wander over, they chose Monty Python and Holy Grail, which came with the least amount of ribbing from Eddie.

Steve went into the kitchen to pop some popcorn and grab some beers while Eddie made a nest from the blanks and pillows. He did it whenever they were getting comfy, so Steve dragged down the softest blankets around the house.

When Steve returned to the living room, he could see the mop of curly dark hair barely visible above the mound of blankets. Once more, that bubbly, giggly feeling rose in his chest. He felt almost bouncing as he made his way over to his boyfriend, setting down the food before moving to turn on the TV. When the opening music rang through the house, Steve jumped on the other cushion, watching as Eddie screeched at his tower of softness that fell off of him and over onto Steve’s lap. Ignoring Eddie’s protests, Steve gathered some to wrap around himself, curling up so his head rested on the couch's arm, his feet tangling with Eddie’s - who was doing the same.

Steve settled in, letting every lousy thing he carried with him flow out with every giggle Eddie tried to hide, and every time he crowed to the screen, definitely not trying to silence those. Steve dozed, letting the lights and sound of the television wash over him with the warmth of Eddie’s legs pressed against his own. He felt Eddie stroking his ankle, the chill of his rings against his sleep-warmed skin making Steve kick a bit.

Finally, when the movie ended and the credits started to roll, Eddie rolled up to his feet. He left his hair in the crazy mess that it was, moving over to where Steve was still lying horizontal on the couch. Steve looked up at him through squinted eyes, barely able to see the curve of his lips in the dim lighting.

“Hey, let’s get you to bed,” Eddie told him, running his hands through his hair. Steve grumbled, wanting to stay in the warmth of the blankets, in Eddie’s heat. He must have told him that because Eddie’s smile faded, and a frown took his place. “Sorry, Stevie, I can’t tonight.”

Something cold rushed over him, goosebumps erupting all over his arms and the back of his neck. He pushed himself so he was sitting, dislodging Eddie’s hand. Eddie held his hand out for a second, debating where to set it, but just dropped it so it hung limply at his side. Steve smiled at him, letting his sleepy exterior hide the little tick in his heartbeat.

“That’s okay,” he whispered, not wanting to ruin their created atmosphere. “Just get home safe, okay?” Steve leaned forward, pecking him on the cheek.

Eddie’s expression smoothed out, the glint returning. “Of course, sweetheart.” He stood up, smacking a significant kiss against Steve’s hair with a mwah! Steve watched him stumble over to his shoes, jumping as he crammed them on his feet. He saluted Steve before falling through the door, out into the darkness and out of sight.

Steve sat there for another minute or two or ten. He only stood up when the air conditioner kicked on, chilling the air. He thought momentarily about curling back in the blankets and falling asleep on the couch. But it looked unappetizing in the moonlight without anyone to warm it up.

He flopped onto his bed, covers cool against his face, and he barely flipped up the blankets and got under them before the phone on his nightstand began to ring. Steve groaned, looking over to the clock.

“Who’s calling at 1 a.m.?” he grumbled, grabbing the phone and resisting the urge to yell at whoever was on the other end. “Hello?”

“Hey Stevie,” Eddie said, a smile apparent in his voice. Steve felt his shoulders relax; something cracked in his body smoothing at the sound of his voice. “Just wanted to let you know I got home okay.”

“Yeah,” Steve swallowed, “That’s good. Thanks.”

“And I had to say sorry about being unable to stay over,” Eddie continued. Steve fell, so he was on his back, cord stretching to lie comfortably.

“It’s fine-” he tried to say, but Eddie interrupted.

“It’s just that Uncle Wayne needs my help in the trailer in the morning, fixing up the shower and whatnot.”

“Oh,” Steve breathed. Whatever else that was displaced from Eddie’s disappearance was gone. “I understand.” He didn’t. He can’t remember the last time his dad asked for his help or the previous his mother wanted him home in the morning.

“Yeah, but I’ll see you soon - okay?” There was a thud and a curse. “Shit, I just slammed my elbow into the wall.”

Steve chuckled laughter loudly in such a silent room. “Of course you did.”

“Dick,” Eddie chuckled. “I’ll let you get some rest. Good night, Steve.”

“Good night, Eddie,” Steve said, and the phone went dead. Steve white-knuckled the handle, just looking up at the ceiling. He returned it on the receiver when the buzz grew too much and rolled over. Within moments, he was asleep.

Next Part ->

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jakesguitarsolo · 9 months ago

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happy Sexy Sunday!! I know it's a bit late but I just need to get this out. I always get INCREDIBLY horny before my period. (well I mean there're several other signs like mood swings and incredibly thirsty) and let's just say Jake, being the ✨fertility god✨ (and the amazing boyfriend) that he is, can always tell from the little things. for example you are being moody and just snapped at him but immediately felt bad afterwards, and he just understands and "takes care" of you in every way

(not me being frustrated and yes, horny, with this thought plaguing my mind and so grateful that it's sexy sunday so I can vent it out, thank you😂

I got this submission back in December, started writing, and then lost all motivation to write. BUT I AM BACK! Happy Sexy Sunday everyone.

SWEET BOYFRIEND JAKE LETS GO…

Warnings: blood (it’s not what you think…), dirty talk, and fingering (f!receiving).

There you were, angry and insanely frustrated that you were the one standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes after the dinner you just made for yourself and Jake. He had been taking his last bite when he jumped up and grabbed his guitar because a melody popped into his head, and he absolutely couldn’t forget it. This left you stuck with dishes… again. Maybe you were just moody because you were about to start your period in a few days or maybe you were sick of Jake’s sudden “inspiration” leaving you with the house chores way too often lately… Either way, you were over it.

Sitting at the table, Jake is ferociously scribbling note after note on the legal pad in front of him between intermittent strums of his acoustic guitar. He couldn’t see your face from where he was sitting and he dare not glance up from his work, but you rolled your eyes anyway hoping with some small part of you that he would realize that you were upset.

Your attitude clearly got the best of you because you accidentally slammed a glass onto the drying rack, shattering it to pieces. “Fuck!” You shouted, noticing the blood that trickled from the fresh cut to your right hand. Jake rushed over to you, turned on the sink and put your hand under the running water. “Baby, you okay? How did you manage to do that?” He inquired. You blurted out, “Oh gee, I don’t know Jake… Maybe if I had some fucking help once in a while, this wouldn’t have happened!” You closed your eyes and sighed with regret as soon as the words spilled from your mouth.

Jake brought the palm of your hand up to his mouth as he licked up the drop of blood about to fall and gave your palm an open mouthed kiss. Your heart rate started to slow and the anger you had let bottle up and explode started to fade. “I’m sorry, love. I know I’ve been neglecting the house work lately. I’ve just been so stressed about getting this new music done… That’s no excuse though. I’ve been neglecting my girl too… Let me bandage this up for you. Let me find a way to make it all up to you.”

Grabbing your waist, Jake led you to the couch before running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. When he returned, he applied disinfectant and gauze to the wound and gently wrapped your hand with tape. Once completely done, he kissed the palm of your hand again and continued peppering kisses up your arm to your shoulder…. In between kisses he cooed, “So… sorry… baby. Gonna… take care… of my…. girl… I… promise…”

Ascending his way up your neck, he took his time lightly sucking a love mark in that special spot right beneath your ear. This spot made you weak, and Jake knew that as he memorized every inch of your body like he memorized his guitar. Your head involuntarily fell back to allow him more access to you. He inched his lips up to your jaw then hovered centimeters away from your mouth as he cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, opening you up to him. Swiping his tongue across your lip, he paused for a moment before devouring you. The way you melted into his kiss… No one ever made you feel like that and ever could.

A wave of heat washed over you and your breath hitched when you felt his hand lightly trace over the waistband of your leggings. He released his lips from yours to gaze at your face while he toyed with your leggings, pulling them down lower. Something between a sigh and a whimper escaped your throat when he finally made contact with your pussy. His skilled fingers teased your entrance, collecting your juices before rubbing slow, soft circles on your clit.

“Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. Okay? I promise. Just relax for me…” Jake gently pushed you back onto the couch with his body weight pressed against you, again attaching himself to your lips. His kiss started getting sloppy and desperate when he felt you buck your hips up into his hand silently begging for more. He groaned as he swallowed down all your pretty moans and whimpers that you just couldn’t hold back. Jake took that as permission to sink two fingers into you, curling them upwards and hitting that sweet spot inside you that only he had been able to find.

“Fuck, Jake… right there, ah it feels so good. Don’t stop…” you pleaded. Jake chuckled as he said, “You like that, sweet girl? I can feel you dripping into my palm. Gripping my fingers like the needy girl you are, huh? I knew I was neglecting my pretty girl and her pretty pussy.” When he started massaging your clit with his thumb simultaneously, you knew you were done for.

You squeezed your eyes shut and your pussy clenched as Jake continued to work you expertly. “Come on, doll. Let go… Give it to me. You look beautiful when you unravel just for me.” As always, his words were all it took for your body to succumb. Your orgasm hit you so hard you couldn’t breathe or move. Jake didn’t stop though, he was prolonging the ecstasy that was washing over you. Drowning you in it until you couldn’t take it anymore. Your vision was blurry as you opened your eyes.

Jake slowed and finally stilled his movements, leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your lips. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, angel. I’m just getting started… First, you got my fingers. Now, m’gonna make you fall apart on my tongue until finally you’re squirming and begging to come all over my cock. I think that’ll make you feel better, don’t you?” He whispered with a smirk.

Oh yeah, you were in for it tonight… and you literally welcomed him with open arms.

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ssinnerplazahotel · 4 months ago

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*Chapter Four*

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WC:8k

Warning: 18+, age gap, smut, fluff, toxic elvis, manipulation (kinda?), drug use, it’s the 50s/60s

Pairing: elvis, black reader

Masterlist: Prologue, Ch. 1, 2, 3

You weren’t a stranger to Elvis’ mood swings, no Graceland resident was. Although he always managed to keep a consistently good attitude around you, you heard enough and saw enough to know how short his temper truly was. He wasn’t always angry, some days he was just in a glum mood and didn’t want to do anything but stay locked up in his room all day. It drove his friends and cousins crazy. Without Elvis, there was no party. They would beg at his door for hours, trying anything to get him to come out with them.

You remembered the first time you were on the receiving end of his bad attitude, although it was the first time it was far from the last. Elvis had started giving you the cold shoulder the day after Christmas, and it went on for days before you finally confronted him about it. You were going to ignore his sudden coldness towards you but it was starting to keep you up at night. You had no clue why he suddenly stopped coming by your room and calling you to his. You didn’t know why he completely ignored your existence when he passed you in the hall or ran into you in the kitchen. No matter the reason, you wanted it to stop. It was driving you insane.

He was going to be going away at the start of the following year to begin working on a few projects that the Colonel had lined up for him. The last thing you wanted was for him to be angry at you when he left.

You lingered in the kitchen later that night, hoping to stop Cynthia before she took up Elvis’ tray for the night. When she entered the kitchen you offered to prepare and deliver the tray, to which she was happy to let you.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a small envelope. “For his headache.” She opened the envelope and shook two tiny blue pills onto the tray next to the glass of water. “Don’t be too much of a bother, okay, hon? He’s had a long day.”

You smiled politely. “I’ll be in and out.”

You climbed the stairs with an anxious feeling in your gut, you hated confrontation. You hated it even more now knowing that Elvis had a rough day. It made you think that maybe it was just a tough week for him in general, and his coldness towards you wasn’t intentional at all. There was no way to know without asking, so you put your nerves aside and knocked on his bedroom door—ready for whatever was to come.

“Come in, Cinee.” You heard him say through the door. You opened it while balancing the tray in your free hand, walking in before shutting the door behind you.

He stopped where he was when he saw you. He was on the phone, shirtless, holding it in one hand with the receiver to his ear in the other. He sighed, tilting his head and looking up. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed with you or with whoever he was on the phone with. You stood by the door, not moving until he motioned with the phone to put the tray on the table. You did so, standing beside it with your hands clasped in front of you.

“Daddy, if you just came back before then we wouldn’t have to be bothered with all that.” He walked over to the table, shaking his head with a scoff as he balanced the phone between his shoulder and grabbed the tiny blue pills. He scarfed them down with some water before turning his back to you, not sparing you a glance as he continued pacing. “The Colonel will take care of all of that, you just have to get back before we leave. You and Dee can come stay on the ranch with the rest of us.”

You stood there as he sorted out business with his father, not budging from your spot until he finally finished his conversation.

“Daddy, I can’t keep talkin about this right now, my head’s fixin to explode,” He finally said. “Just let him handle it, he handles every-goddamn-thing else. I’m not leavin without you, so see you soon, bye.” He hung up the phone with a sigh, setting it on his bedside table before sitting on the bed. He looked at you, leaning back on his palms. He had that same bored expression on his face that he had when he saw you around the house. “What?”

“‘What?’” You repeated in disbelief. “You know what.”

“I don’t think I do.”

“You’ve been ignoring me for days.”

His eyebrows drew together slightly, but his otherwise blank face gave you no insight into what he was thinking. “I thought that’s what you wanted, honey.”

“What do you mean?” You asked in genuine confusion, fidgeting with your hands as you grew more anxious.

“The last time I asked you to come see me you never showed, I figured you was tellin me to give you some space.” He shrugged. “So that’s what I’ve been doing.”

“The other night?” You remembered. “I fell asleep waiting for everyone to settle down, I was going to apologize the next day but you completely ignored me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“That day was a busy day for everyone, you know that.”

He shrugged, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He sighed, looking off to the side without saying anything. You waited for him to say something, to tell you to leave, or to ask if you had anything else to say.

“That’s it?” You finally asked, the silence becoming unbearable as you stood there.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

“I fell asleep~”

“Before then.”

You fell silent for a moment, still confused about why he was upset. “You usually came to me, o-or asked for me.”

“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d come to me if I didn’t send for you. I guess I see now.”

“Well,” You started, trying not to let your frustration show but failing miserably. You didn’t know how to respond to his attitude, nor were you in the mood to deal with it. “I’m glad you made your point.”

“Don��t talk to me like that.” He chastised you suddenly.

“Then don’t play games with me.” You crossed your arms. “It’s not funny, and I don’t appreciate it.”

“You don’t appreciate it?”

“I don’t.”

“Okay.”

You bit back your next remark, giving him a moment to respond before turning to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Elvis spoke before you could move from your spot.

You faced him again, not bothering to hide your infuriation. “What?”

“C’mere.” He motioned for you with his ring finger, holding his hand out expectantly.

You sighed as he stood and grabbed your wrist. You kept your arms crossed as he pulled you with him and sat back down on the edge of his bed. You stood between his legs, avoiding his eyes while he toyed with the sides of your skirt. “Are you mad at me?” You asked, trying to interpret his words and expression.

“Did I say I was?” He asked, looking up at you with the same expression he’s had.

“That’s the thing, Elvis,” You said, a humorless laugh leaving your lips. “You never say anything.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you being mean to me?”

You hated how small your voice sounded, you hated even more how quickly your anger was brought down to frustration and hurt.

Elvis shook his head, looking down and rubbing his eyes again. “Goddamnit, birdie, it’s not just you that’s got me all screwed up. Daddy’s gone off somewhere and he’s doin my damn head in about the Colonel a-and the ranch~”

“You could’ve talked to me about it.”

“I-I know, baby.” His voice was suddenly small. “I just h-had~ I g-get…I get all screwed up sometimes.”

“You aren’t mad?”

“No. A-And I guess I shouldn’ta been making assumptions about you standing me up.” He chuckled, making you smile a little despite yourself. “I should’ve known my baby birdie wouldn’t do that.” He uncrossed your arms and put them around his neck.

You reached up and pushed his hair out of his face. You looked over his face for a moment. “You look exhausted.”

“N-Nah, I j-just…” He shook his head, closing his eyes briefly before meeting yours again. “Headache.”

“Cynthia told me,” You said. “I should let you rest~”

“Stay with me~”

“I can’t~”

“Please, baby.” He stopped you, looking up at you with pleading eyes. It was the first time in the entire conversation that his expression had changed, and you didn’t quite know what to make of his sudden desperation. “Don’t leave.”

“There’s still an hour left that I’m supposed to be working,” You said, checking the clock on the wall. “They’ll wonder why I never came back down.”

“Let ‘em wonder,” He said, looking up at you with heavy eyes.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“You’re already in trouble.”

Your eyebrow quirked at the threatening undertone behind his words. “What does that mean?”

“Stay here,” He said, his hand traveling up to the bow on your hip where your apron was tied. “Don’t go against me.” He pulled the string and unraveled your apron, letting it fall to your feet.

“Everything you say confuses me,” You said. “It’s like you start talking in the middle of a thought and never finish it.”

“That’s because you think so hard about everything I say.” He reached up for the top button of your blouse, batting your hands away when you started to protest. “You worry yourself out of your mind.”

“If you said what you meant, in plain English, I wouldn’t have to worry at all.” You tried to stop him again. “I can’t do this right now.”

“They won’t miss you for an hour.” He undid the final buttons of the blouse before pushing it off your shoulders, eyeing the thin chain around your neck that held the bird charm and the ring he’d given you.

You sighed in defeat as he reached behind you and unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground as well. You wanted so badly to say no, not to give in—especially after the way he’d treated you. But you couldn’t resist him. “I don’t think you listen to me, E.”

“Right now, only one of us isn’t listening,” He said, pulling you with him onto the bed. “Don’t worry a-about Dawn, if she gives you trouble and I’ll talk to her.”

You kicked off your flats apprehensively, slightly comforted yet suspicious of his words. Had he spoken to Dawn behind your back?

You didn’t have more than a second to think about the question as he made you straddle him. He laid back against the pillows as he kissed you, taking you with him. Your constant and never-satisfied yearning to be close to him outweighed your frustration in that moment. You knew that if you let your emotions get in the way every time things were rocky you’d be putting yourself into a position you weren’t sure you wanted to be in. Always catering to every one of Elvis’ wants and needs in fear that he’d push you away again if you didn’t. In fear that he’d leave you like Dawn said he would.

You heard him hum once before you felt his body go limp beneath you. You pulled away to find his eyes shut, his arms still wrapped loosely around your waist. “Elvis?” You asked, tapping his cheek with your hand. His breathing had evened out and his eyes fluttered slightly in his sleep. You sat up in his lap, looking down at his sleeping figure. When you moved to stand his arms to tighten around you. You sighed and shifted onto your side.

You didn’t know what to make of the conversation, but you managed to convince yourself that things were settled between the two of you again as you lay there. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you remembered waking up with a start the next morning.

“Oh no,” You muttered to yourself as you scrambled into a sitting position, checking the clock on the wall. 7:12.

You swore under your breath and rushed out of the empty bed to get dressed. As you reached for your blouse from the day before you noticed a silver, five-stone band around your middle finger. You froze when you saw the diamond ring, bringing it up to your face to be sure you weren’t hallucinating.

You didn’t have much time to gawk at the ring, you dressed quickly and put it in the pocket of your apron before trying to escape the room without being seen. You were careful as you slipped out, listening to be sure the hall was empty before rushing to your room. You sighed when you made it, leaning against your closed door once inside. You stood there for a moment before noticing a newly installed telephone on your bedside table. You had a feeling that it was Elvis’ doing, and your thoughts were solidified by a note scribbled in his handwriting left beside the phone.

I’ll call you. ~E.

You felt your heart sink as you picked up the scrap of paper, turning it over in your hand as if more writing would appear. You sunk onto your bed, reaching into the pocket of your pocket and retrieving the ring. You held both the ring and paper in your hands as you sat there feeling crushed. You wondered why he didn’t wake you before he left. It would likely be weeks before you saw him again, and all you could do within that time was hope that he’d keep his promise and call you.

A knock at your door startled you out of your somber thoughts, you put the ring away and went to get the door. You deflated even more when you saw Dawn, but you smiled as best you could. “Is everything alright? It’s early.”

“I was hoping to catch you before you went downstairs,” She said. “Can you talk?”

“Sure,” You said, stepping out of the room and shutting the door. “Is everything okay?” You asked again, she didn’t look as if she had any bad news but you were still anxious.

“Everything’s fine,” She reassured you. “I was thinking about your mother yesterday and how she would just go on and on about how smart you were and how well you did in school. You remember I’m sure.” You nodded your head uncomfortably, memories of your mother still made your throat tighten with emotion. “Anyway, it made me think to ask if you’ve thought about starting classes at the college.”

“Oh, uhm, I h-haven’t, no,” You stammered. “I forgot you mentioned that, it’s been so long.”

“I know, you get so swept up in the routine of things I guess,” Dawn said, nodding in agreement. “I think it’s what your mother would’ve wanted.”

“I guess.” You shrugged. “I’ll start looking into it. Thanks.”

“Of course.” Dawn smiled, sighing before turning to head back downstairs. “We’re doing the floors today, so, I would change those shoes.”

“I will,” You said, waiting for her to go before going back into your room. You quickly changed, making yourself presentable before heading downstairs for the day.

You thought about Elvis as you worked, that wasn’t new for you. However, your thoughts of him became more longing as the day went on and you realized he wouldn’t be in his room waiting for you that night.

You’d missed him terribly.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you heard the telephone ring, sending you stumbling out of the shower after it. You barely stopped to grab a towel before rushing to lock your door and answer the phone.

“H-Hello?” You answered before an automated voice asked you to accept some charges, which you did in a rush as you sat down on the edge of the bed. After weeks of babysitting the phone while also managing to work and get started at school, you were finally getting a call from Elvis in Hollywood.

“That you, babydoll?” His voice said through the phone, making a smile immediately form on your face.

“Elvis?” You asked, even though you knew it was him. “A-Are you there?”

“I’m here,” He said on the other line, chuckling softly. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Every night since you left,” You admitted shamelessly as you moved to sit against your headboard. “E, a-are you sure no one’s listening to us?”

“It’s a private line, birdie,” Elvis reassured you. “It’s just you and me.”

“Well, how have you been?” You asked enthusiastically, pulling your shower cap from your head and setting it aside. “What’s Hollywood like? Are there a lot of celebrities there like in the movies?”

“I guess so, I-I don’t go out much, really.” He answered through a laugh. “How’re you? A-And things around the house.”

“Fine, nothing happens when you’re gone,” You answered. “Have you gone to any Hollywood parties? Like the ones they write about in the paper?”

“One or two maybe. Y-You know how I get when I’m working.”

“I remember you telling me,” You said, looking up at the ceiling with a ridiculous smile on your face. “Well, are they treating you alright?”

“Mhm,” He answered. “Nothing worth telling you ever happens around here. The guys never sleep, but when do they ever? Daddy’s always off somewhere with Dee and I haven’t seen the Colonel since the plane landed.”

“You aren’t lonesome are you?” You asked, twirling the phone cord around your finger.

“No, I find ways to keep busy when I’m not shootin.”

“I’m glad.”

“I didn’t call to talk about me, birdie.” You heard him shift on the other line with a sigh. “How’s my girl?”

“I’m fine when I’m not missing you,” You chuckled. “I started night classes, Dawn made me.”

“You been in class t’night?” He asked, his tone curious. “You must be tired.”

“I’ve been up since…” You lifted your head to check your watch on your bedside table. “Before eight. But I’m kind of getting used to being sleep-deprived.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I drink coffee like an old person now too.”

“Well, congratulations, little.” He laughed softly. “Schooling’s important nowadays.”

“That’s what everyone’s saying,” You sighed. “It’s not so bad. Some girls invited me to go out with them after class.”

“You should’ve gone.”

“I couldn’t, I’ve been waiting for you to call every night for weeks.”

“I’ve b-been working every day since we got here,” Elvis said in his defense. “I would’ve called s-sooner if I was free.”

“You haven’t had a night off for two and a half weeks, Elvis?” You asked, finding it hard to believe.

“No,” He said shortly. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I do, it’s just hard to believe that they haven’t given you any time off.”

“They haven’t.”

“But you had time to go to a party or two?”

Elvis laughed far away from the phone. You pictured him taking it away from his ear to laugh. “You’re sharp t’night, I’ll tell you.”

“Why didn’t you call?” You asked as his laughter died down. “Didn’t you think of me at all?”

“Why are you talkin crazy, baby?” He asked. “You must be gettin delirious.”

“I’m not being crazy.” You pouted. “It’s just that you didn’t wake me up to say goodbye before you left and you didn’t leave a number for me to reach you~”

“I told you I’d call you~”

“I know, so I waited for you to call,” You said. “I just hoped that you would’ve called sooner.”

“Honey, I’d call you every night if I could.” His voice rose slightly in aggravation. “What d’you want from me?”

“I just want to talk~”

“We’re talkin. If you keep carrying on I’m gonna hang up~”

“No.” You sat forward in alarm. “Don’t hang up.”

“Then quit it with all the crazy talk. These people give me enough hell around here as it is, I can’t take it from you too. The last thing I need right now is you nagging me, birdie, please.”

“I’m sorry,” You said quietly. “I miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too,” He muttered. “I-I’m gonna try and call sooner next time, I-I-I just been so busy, baby, b-but, it’s not because I don’t think of ya, I do.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“I believe you…I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

“I-I’m gonna send you something, f-for starting school.”

“I won’t waste my time begging you not to~”

“Good.”

“Nothing too flashy.”

“I’ll see what I can’t do.”

“You could save yourself all that trouble and just call me.”

“I might have some time next week,” He said. “I promise I’ll call if I do.”

“Okay,” You said. “It’s fine if you can’t.”

“I’ll try, mama,” He promised. “I should let you offa here, it’s gettin to be past your bedtime.”

“Don’t hang up yet,” You begged, deflating at the thought of the call ending so soon. “We haven’t talked in so long.”

“I know, honey, but you’ll be miserable in the morning if I keep you up. I’m g-gonna call sooner next time.”

“Okay.” You frowned, only slightly reassured by his empty promise. “Well…I love you, Elvis.”

“If you love me, birdie, you’ll wait for me,” He said in response. “Okay? Just wait for me, baby.”

“I will,” You promised, tears forming in your eyes. You weren’t prepared for the sudden influx of emotion as you ended the short-lived call. “B-Bye.”

“Hey now,” Elvis chastised on the other line. “Don’t let me hear you cryin, honey, be a good girl for me.”

“I’m sorry,” You said after pulling yourself together as much as you could manage. “Goodnight. Take care of yourself.”

“I will, baby. Talk to you soon.”

You waited for the line to disconnect before hanging the phone up. You sat in your bed with a distanced expression as tears filled your eyes and rushed down your face. You shook yourself out of your trance and wiped the tears from your face. You knew that Elvis wouldn’t want you to be upset so you pushed all your emotions away. It wouldn’t do you any good to get worked up.

Instead, you went on like usual that night and the next day and several days after that. Spending the mandatory three days a week tending to the house while Elvis was away and spending your free days going out at night with the girls from your classes. You had the system down, and it worried your aunt that you were drinking with the older girls. Which you of course told her you were not—but what was a drink or two now and then? You were just having fun, and you were still making decent grades. It was harmless, and it took your mind off of all the things that were troubling you.

Although Elvis promised to call soon after the first time, he ended up not calling back at all. You wanted to believe that he would call any day now but before you knew it he was coming home in a week and you hadn’t heard anything from him. The only contact you had was a Cadillac delivered to the steps of Graceland with your name on it. Elvis was known for his unbiased grand gestures, so it wasn’t a shock to see that he’d gotten you a car to get to and from school. You were grateful of course, you almost couldn’t believe that he’d done this all the way from California.

“I wonder why there aren’t any reporters,” Cynthia commented as she and Dawn stood beside you looking at the car. “The colonel wouldn’t miss an opportunity to capture Elvis’ generosity.”

“Have you seen the paper?” Dawn asked. “Compared to what’s going around right now, the last Elvis Presley story people would be interested in is this one.”

“Why’s that?” Cynthia chuckled. “Another scandal?”

“I’ll say.” You pretended not to pay attention as you looked at the ivory coupe deville Cadillac in the driveway. “Something about him reconnecting with some girl he met while he was in the service.”

“Really?” Cynthia asked. “You think it’s true?”

“Who knows nowadays,” Dawn said before speaking to you. “Move the car around and come finish helping me with the windows.”

“O-Okay.” You fished the keys out of the pocket of your apron and went to move the car. Your thoughts ran rapidly as you wondered if the story your aunt saw in the paper was true. There were so many false rumors—especially written in the paper—that you never bothered to read them when you saw them. But, for whatever reason, you felt more inclined to believe them at that time.

You were distracted when you returned to help Dawn, your expression had become distant and your thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. By the time you were leaving for your night classes, she had noticed your behavior change and she was worried.

“I’m fine. I’m probably gonna go out with Pat and Barb, so don’t wait up for me.”

“You shouldn’t drive if you’re going to be drinking~”

“I already told you that I don’t drink,” You said, stopping at the door on your way out. “I’m smart enough and old enough to take care of myself, okay?”

“Just be careful.”

“I will be.”

“Are you there?”

“Elvis?”

“Yeah.”

You scoffed in disbelief as you stumbled back and sat on your bed. “I must be dreaming,” You said sarcastically, Elvis wasn’t having it.

“Why didn’t you answer the first two times I called?” He asked harshly, because how dare you keep him waiting, right? “What were you doing?”

“Do you realize that it’s three in the morning here, you can’t just call over and over again.”

“That’s my goddamn house, I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Where were you?”

You clenched your teeth in anger at him. “I feel like I should be the one asking you that, Elvis. You’ve called me once since you’ve been gone. You’re coming home soon!”

“I lost track of time.”

“Oh, is that what they’re calling it now?” You laughed in irritation. “I haven’t heard that one.”

“W-Why do you sound like that?”

“Like that?”

“You’re talkin funny.”

You shrugged although he couldn’t see you. “If you have to know, I had a few drinks with some friends from school after class.”

“You’re drunk?” He asked in alarm. “When you start drinkin?”

“Don’t try to change the subject~”

“Tell me where you were, right fucking now,” He demanded. “And who you were with.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” You frowned. “What have you ever told me?”

“You’re too young to be drinking. You weren’t driving were you?”

“Kenneth drove me,” You said before you could think to either lie or refuse to tell. “H-He wasn’t drinking s-so he dropped me off.”

“Who?” He asked, his tone darkening.

“A friend…” You answered vaguely.

“He got you drunk?” You could hear the fury building behind his words.

“No~”

“Did he take advantage of you?”

“No, Elvis!” You exclaimed. “He’s a nice guy~”

“Nice guys hurt little girls too~”

“Well, he didn’t,” You snapped. “He’s…he’s taking me out tomorrow, actually.”

“Like hell he is.”

“You aren’t here to stop me.”

“I don’t give a damn—if I find out you went anywhere with him~”

“You can’t forbid me from seeing him, Elvis,” You said. “Especially considering what you did. Or what you’re doing? Which one is it, huh?”

“What do you mean?” He asked in frustration on the other line.

“Is she still there?” Your throat tightened with tears.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talkin about.”

“There’s a pretty good shot of the two of you in the paper, I’ll save it for you.”

You heard him groan on the other line. “I don’t know what’s going on in the fucking paper~”

“I’m going out with Kenneth.”

“I swear to god you’re gonna get that man hurt.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You slammed the phone down on the hook, releasing a trembling sigh as your heart hammered in your chest. It rang again, and again, and again until you finally took it off the hook.

You couldn’t eat for days following the call. Although you went through with the decision to go out with Kenneth, it didn’t make you feel any better about your situation with Elvis. Being out with Kenneth should’ve opened your eyes and made you realize what a relationship should be. Instead, you spent the time dreading, yet craving, the privacy of locked doors to which you had grown so accustomed. Even as you entertained Kenneth and drank your milkshake—combating your intense nausea that just wouldn’t go away—you thought of him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Kenneth asked as he held your hand and walked you to your car after the date.

“I’m fine, I promise.” You smiled before thanking him for the night. You froze a little as he tilted his head to kiss you, but you leaned into it after a moment of shock. You wished him well before climbing into your car, the car that Elvis had gotten you. You started to feel overwhelmed by your endless thoughts and reminders of him. You could hardly focus on the drive back to Graceland, uneasy as you started to think of what Elvis’ reaction would be when he found out that you went out with Kenneth. If he found out you kissed him, he’d go ballistic. He may have even followed through with his threat to hurt Kenneth.

Your stomach churned, making you force back bile as you continued to drive. It was past midnight and Elvis was due back at Graceland sometime tomorrow—you were dreading seeing him. Yet at the same time, that relentless need you had to be near him still tugged at you.

Everyone was on duty the next day to prepare the house for Elvis’ arrival, but you were off that night as usual for school. After hacking up the milkshake from the night before you could barely stand up from your toilet, your legs shaking beneath you as you went to get dressed. You wore a pair of dark, plaid trousers that Barb had got you—you never wore them—and a navy short-sleeved blouse. You styled your hair and decided to do your makeup in an attempt to bring your face to life. You threw on some eyeliner and lipstick, concealing the faint circles under your eyes and adding a little blush before giving up.

“Are you faint?” Dawn asked when she came up to check on you before you left, pressing her hand against your forehead. “I haven’t seen you eat hardly anything in days.”

“I’m just a little sick,” You said, trying not to focus on the way your head was spinning. “I’ll be fine.”

“You have to eat something before you go.”

“I can’t, I’m gonna be late.” The thought of eating anything made your stomach hurt. “I’m coming straight here after class so don’t worry about me.”

You tried to get your mind off of things by listening to the radio on the way to school, but unfortunately, there was no such thing as listening to the radio in Memphis without listening to Elvis Presley. So you opted for driving there in silence, trying to force yourself to relax as you listened to the mechanic hum of the engine.

When you got to campus you parked your car in your usual parking spot, finding Kenneth there waiting for you as he often was.

“Hi.” You tried to smile as he opened your door and helped you out of the car. “You didn’t wait long did you?”

“I just got here,” Kenneth said, closing your door. “I still can’t believe your boss gave you this car.”

“Yeah, he’s…” You trailed off, forcing a short laugh. “D-Did you finish the homework for Winslow?”

“I was hoping Barb did it.” He put his arm over your shoulders as you walked. “I worked late. My boss told me if I left early again I was gonna have to come in a whole extra day to make up the time. You know last time I did that…”

You tried to listen but you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than swallowing down your nausea. You nodded along with his words and laughed when he laughed until you finally reached the door to your class.

“Go out with me after class?” Kenneth asked, stopping you before you went inside.

“I’m back to working regularly tomorrow, I have to be up early,” You said apologetically. “Maybe this weekend?”

“Sure.” He smiled, leaning down and leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widened slightly as Elvis’ words replayed in your head, making you pull away first. You didn’t think he would hurt Kenneth, but you couldn’t rule out the possibility completely. You were seeing sides of him that you’d never seen before, and that worried you. “I’ll walk you to your car tonight.”

You nodded with a tense smile before walking into your classroom. You sat down in your seat with a sigh, glad to be off of your unsteady legs. You urged time to go by slowly in your classes, savoring every minute, and even staying after to speak to two of your professors before meeting Kenneth outside.

“Y’know, Ken,” You started, holding your books to your chest as you approached your vehicle. “I had a lot of fun at the diner last night a-and I really like you.”

“I like you too.” Kenneth smiled.

Your heart hammered anxiously against your chest as you forced yourself to speak. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us, but I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

You could see the disappointment spread slowly over his features as he processed your words. “Oh?”

“I-It’s not your fault,” You said quickly. “I have a lot on my plate right now.”

“Oh, well, o-okay,” Kenneth said, forcing a smile. “I’m sorry if I did anything~”

“You didn’t,” You stressed. “We can still hang out with Barb, Pat, and the other guys.”

“For sure,” He said, you could see through the smile he was putting on. “Maybe if your plate isn’t so full in the future…”

“Yeah,” You nodded, smiling softly.

“Okay,” He chuckled. “Be careful going home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” You said, hugging him with one arm. “Thanks, Ken.”

“No problem,” He said, hugging you back. “See you around.”

You got in your car and started the engine before driving off. It was eleven now, you knew that Elvis would be home and the guys would have likely thrown together some kind of party just for the sake of it. You could see by the multiple cars littering the driveway when you got there that you were right. For a moment you actually dreaded the mess that would be left tomorrow more than you dreaded seeing Elvis.

You pulled your car around before going inside. Music played on the record player in the crowded living room, and people lingered in multiple areas of the house. You slipped through the entrance and made your way upstairs.

You heard someone shouting your name over the music, causing you to stop halfway up the stairs. You turned to see Joel, you’d only spoken to him a few times now and then.

“Hey, Joel,” You said, facing him. “Is everything okay?”

“Elvis was lookin for you earlier,” He said. “He’s blowin off the party so you might can just go talk to him now. He told us to let you know.”

“Okay,” You nodded, forcing a smile.

“Oh.” He stopped you. “How’s the car runnin by the way?”

“Fine, it’s fine I think.”

“I’ll take a look at it for you sometime. Free of charge.” He laughed and you managed to crack a smile.

“Thanks, Joel.”

He nodded at you before going back downstairs. As if god or the universe had something against you, you reached the top of the stairs just as Elvis was leaving his room. His eyes found yours immediately, following your gaze when your eyes darted to your door—trying to judge whether or not you could make it there before him.

You could hear the warning in his tone when he said your name, but you ignored it as you rushed for the door.

You cried out when he crossed the hallway in one long stride and wrapped his arm around your waist, making him cover your mouth as he dragged you backward to his room. You felt weak as you fought against him, uselessly trying to get out of his grasp. He forced you into his room, closing the door as you stumbled forward.

“Where were you?” He asked, locking the door without taking his eyes off of you. He looked angry in a way that you’d never seen, and it scared you. “Who were you with, huh? Are you drunk?”

Your hands trembled as you shook your head wordlessly, unable to form a sentence as you stood there in shock.

“Huh?” He snapped, making you flinch away from him. He grabbed you by the shoulders and you dropped the bag that hung on your arm as he looked you up and down. “Look at you. You look like a whore.”

“Stop, Elvis,” You cried, trying to push him away. “P-Please.”

“Is this what happens when girls go to college?” His grip tightened on your shoulders. “They turn into whores?”

“You’re hurting me,” You said through your tears, struggling to get out of his grip.

“Were you with him?” He asked lowly, his face close to yours. You squeezed your eyes shut and he hummed expectantly for an answer. “Were you with that son of a bitch?”

“I was at school~”

“At school?” He snapped. “Dressed like this?”

“I swear,” You said, looking up and meeting his furious eyes. “I-I-I was at school.”

“You don’t understand,” He said, his jaw tense. “I’ll kill that motherfucker if he touches you. If he touched you~”

“You can’t say that.” You tried to pull away again and you tumbled back a few steps when he let you go. “You don’t have some kind of claim over me. Even if you did, you lost it when you did what you did.”

“This isn’t about me~”

“Oh, that’s new.” You tried to stand your ground even though you felt like falling apart. “I-I’m here waiting by the phone e-every night only for you to call me once while you were away. And the whole time you’re in Hollywood w-with some other girl. You didn’t call me because you were with her.” Your voice buckled as you spoke the truth aloud. “T-That’s why you didn’t call.”

“You gotta understand the way things work in this business.”

“The business?”

“I have to keep people entertained. Colonel says that no publicity is bad publicity so long as it keeps people interested,” He explained. “That means it’s not gonna be the last time you read a story in the paper about me and some other girl.”

“So you didn’t fly her out to Hollywood?” You asked, your breath catching as you tried to stop crying.

“I did,” He said, making another wave of emotion wash over you. “It’s just business.”

“Does she know that?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, you weren’t convinced. “S-Some things are just a part of m-my lifestyle, and they have nothing to do with you or us.”

“That’s just not fair.” You shook your head.

“Do you love me?” He asked, he knew you did. “Do you?”

“Yes,” You said, wiping your tears with trembling hands. “You know I do~”

“Then don’t make me snap,” He said, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. You flinched away when he touched you. “Are you scared of me?”

“No,” You said, although you weren’t sure.

“Listen.” He took your face in both his hands and thumbed away your tears. “Don’t make me hurt him. Because I will and then we’ll both be in trouble. And don’t have to worry about what happens when I’m away. We live in two different worlds then.”

“I think we’ve always lived in two different worlds, we’re in two different worlds right now,” You said shakily. “I don’t give a shit who you fly out to Hollywood, Elvis. That’s not why I went out with Kenneth.”

“Don’t say his goddamn name~” He pulled away from you.

“You just can’t see past your own possessiveness,” You said, raising your voice. “I didn’t go out with him because I wanted to get back at you for what you did. I went out with him because I wanted to know what it was like to go on a normal date with a normal person. I wanted to be with someone who made me feel wanted and desired me in the same ways I desired them. I went out with Kenneth because I knew he’d make me feel all those things. I knew he’d make love to me if asked him to~”

“Is that what this is about?” Elvis asked with narrowed eyes. “I wouldn’t fuck you so you went and found somebody that would?”

“You’re so clever, aren’t you? We didn’t have sex, but you know what? We didn’t do a lot of things. We didn’t hide, or make sure we weren’t seen together. We didn’t make up discrete gestures or signals for when we saw each other between classes. We didn’t have to lie or keep a secret~”

“What the hell do you want me to do about that?” Elvis roared suddenly, the amount of anger behind his words scared you but you didn’t shut down.

“I wanted you to call me!” You shouted back. “All I wanted was for you to call me!”

“Well, d’you have a fucking time machine I can borrow?” He shouted. “I can’t do anything about that!”

“You make me feel ashamed of myself,” You cried. “You make me feel insignificant and insecure~”

“Oh, lord,” He said, throwing his hands up. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I’ve barely eaten anything in days because I’ve been dreading you coming back to Graceland.” You continued through your tears. “My nerves have been so bad, Elvis, because I went out with Kenneth when you told me not to. But when I see you in the paper with some other girl you tell me it’s business and I have no choice but to accept it. You keep me up at night wondering if I’m really that unimportant to you and you know what? I realize now that I am.”

“How can you say that? I’d do anything for you.”

“Why? So you can sneak me into your room at night whenever you’re not in Hollywood taking care of business?”

“You’re mine.” He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. “I’ll do what I want with you.”

“You care more about who can’t have me than having me yourself,” You said without meeting his eyes, pressing your hands firmly against his chest in an attempt to keep some space between you. “You don’t care about me, you just want to control me.”

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, trying to meet your eyes.

“You know what I want you to do.” You looked up at him, your face still wet with tears.

“That’s not what you want,” He said, shaking his head. “Because, if I were to do anything to you right now I’d do damage.”

Your breath hitched when he stepped back with you towards the bed, sitting down on the edge before making you straddle him.

“Is that really how you want to lose your virginity?”

“Jesus, Elvis, my virginity means more to you than it does to me.”

“Because I care about you,” He said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Then don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.”

You shook your head, wiping the remaining tears from your face. “What’s so wrong with my outfit?”

“I don’t like seeing you in pants,” He said. “Little girls should only wear dresses.”

“Am I a little girl or am I a whore?”

“Don’t get cross. You’re my little girl.” His pointer finger traced the gold chain around your neck until he untucked it from behind your blouse, exposing the two rings and the bird charm that now hung on the thin chain. “I just wanna take care of you. I-I wish…I wish we didn’t have to carry on like this, hidin and sneakin, y’know. I want to have a proper, decent relationship, I do. B-But it’s the only way to keep you in my life, birdie, a-and…I need you in my life.”

“You don’t need me.”

“I do,” He said, his lips twitching in a suppressed smile. “I-I need you. Being away from you all these days, it's killed me, honey, really. A-And I just…the thought of you with someone else~”

“There is no one else. You don’t understand…”

“What?”

“I’m ruined.”

You casted your gaze down as more tears threatened to form in your eyes despite your best efforts.

“I want things to go back to the way they were,” He said, tracing patterns into your thighs. “I want to be close to you.”

You closed your eyes as he leaned in and kissed you. You felt the tension leave your body as you kissed him back. You’d almost forgotten how smooth his lips felt against yours.

“I don’t wanna fight, mama, please,” He whispered, his hands traveling up the sides of your shirt. “Just let me hold you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged your body close to his. You held onto him tightly, savoring every minute of his embrace. “God, I missed you,” You admitted in a whisper.

“I missed you,” He said, rubbing your back. He pulled away after a moment, making you hug him tighter. “We gotta get some food in you.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You gotta,” He chuckled as he pulled you off of him. “You don’t look so good. I don’t want you to faint.”

You nodded as you shifted off of his lap, suddenly aware again of how dizzy you were.

“I’ll go grab you something,” He said standing. “Hold tight for a minute.”

You sighed heavily after he was gone, trying to calm down as you sat alone in his room. You tried to tell yourself that everything was fine again, that he wasn’t mad at you anymore and things were back to normal. You tried convincing yourself that you could eat without getting sick but you weren’t sure you actually could. By the time Elvis returned with an ill-made sandwich—no doubt thrown together by himself—you’d thought it over enough to know that you couldn’t eat anything.

“I-I’ll be sick if I eat anything,” You said, fidgeting with your hands, your legs bouncing anxiously. “I’m so on edge.”

“You gotta calm down.”

“I’m trying.”

He hummed as he sat the plate and glass down on the table by the phone. “Hang on,” He said, walking to his bathroom. You heard him rummage through a few things before returning, seemingly empty handed until he stopped in front of you. You saw him turn over a small white pill in his fingers before bringing it up to his mouth and biting it. He held the other half out to you, putting it in your mouth when you parted your lips. He grabbed the water he’d carried in a minute ago and let you wash it down before washing down the other half himself.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You should eat now,” He said, making you stand. “Let’s get you out of these clothes first.”

“These clothes that you hate?” You ribbed halfheartedly as he unbuttoned your pants first, tugging your waist harshly as he got them off. He made you sit as he pulled them off your legs, kissing your bare calf after they were gone.

“These clothes that make me want to fuck you like I don’t know you.” You could sense the humor behind his words even though he hardly laughed when he said it. He helped you remove your blouse and handed you the sandwich.

You didn’t protest, instead you decided that it was best to try to eat. After a few minutes of picking at the food in silence your eyes started to feel heavy and your head swooned.

“E-Elvis, I don’t…” You paused, searching for the words you wanted to use to describe what you were feeling.

“It’s okay, it’s just the medicine.” He stood. You didn’t remember him sitting down. “It��s a good thing you finished eating.”

You looked down in alarm at the empty plate, you couldn’t remember how long you’d been feeling that way.

“You’re okay, honey.” Elvis took the plate and discarded it on the table by the door. “Lay down.”

You nodded, moving to lay against the pillows—you wondered when you took your shoes off. You felt like you wanted to panic but you physically couldn’t react. You felt the bed dip before you felt Elvis’ arm around you, kissing your shoulder and neck.

“I feel so strange.” You felt like you were spinning. “I-I’m scared.”

“You’re just gonna fall asleep,” He reassured you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to ya, I promise.”

You felt comforted but still far from comfortable as he held you. You felt the edges of consciousness starting to slip away from you as you focused on the feeling of Elvis’ warm breath on your neck and the way the chill running down your spine was unending.

You closed your eyes and gave in to the feeling that you had of floating or falling away. For a short moment before you lost consciousness you felt immense warmth and happiness as Elvis murmured softly about how much he’d missed you. You wanted to hold on to that moment forever.

#elvis presley #elvis x black reader #elvis x you #elvis imagine #austin butler #black reader #elvis fluff #elvis smut #the bikeriders #elvis presely smut #austin!elvis x reader #austin elvis imagine #50s elvis #60s elvis #elvisaaronpresley

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slasherscream · 7 months ago

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Any general Yandere!Dennis Rafkin headcanons? Like general relationship headcanons?

A/N: love that you specified you wanted some general yandere relationship hc's!!

DENNIS RAFKIN / IDOLIZER, CLINGY, PROTECTIVE

Depending on the environment you meet him in you'll either walk away from that first meeting thinking he's certifiable, or thinking he's a little high-strung, but sweet.

If you meet him in day to day life, such as at the grocery store or while picking up food, you'll think he's a little odd, but cute.

If you meet him because you both work for Cyrus you will think he is insane. There is no in-between.

Either way, you find him charming enough to interact with him on a continual basis. Why you choose to do so might vary. Do you pity him a little? Sense the loneliness that he hides beneath his snark? Do you just want to figure out what his damage is? Up to you. But you keep coming back for more.

Starting a relationship with him will be slow going. Hell, becoming his friend was like pulling teeth out the mouth of a tiger.

But there really isn't a person more worthy of waiting around for. While he may have done some things he's not proud of, Dennis is incredibly loyal. Saying he keeps his social circle small is an understatement. His social circle is actually almost nonexistent.

Once you have a place in his life, even one of friendship, he’d be willing to die for you.

He knows he’s strange. He knows that he might throw people off with his seemingly random mood swings, or outbursts. He knows the way he shivers at random, or goes blank faced in certain rooms can be scary. He’s grateful you stick around anyways.

He becomes a yandere as slowly as he lets you take up room in his life.

Every step forward you make in the relationship makes him a little more obsessed with you.

He does put you on a pedestal. Why shouldn’t he? You’re the best thing in his life. Where other people have abandoned him because of his gifts, or thought he was a freak, or nothing but a tool to use, you just see him. Dennis. Who could let that go after a lifetime of looking for it?

You’ll be dating for a few months before he starts integrating touch into the relationship. Like everything else, it’s slow going. He takes an extra dose of his medication to try and prevent himself from having a seizure.

If you’ve had a particularly traumatic life/experiences, Dennis asks how sure you are of touching him. Because he’ll see it all. Even the most honest person lies to others or themselves, sometimes. It’s human nature. If you want to downplay something, or don’t want him to know it happened, Dennis won’t touch you. Not until you’re ready for him to know.

When you do touch it’s small. A simple touch of the hands. Depending on the type of life you’ve lived he’ll either smile at you when he pulls away or he’ll cry. He didn’t think he was going to cry, but the tears start to fall before he’s even finished seeing the memories.

He’s seen some truly awful things before, with his powers. But seeing you in any type of pain is different. It’s you. You can’t hug yet, but he holds your hand, and maybe you cry together.

The more he touches you the less likely he is to have a seizure. It’s like exposure therapy. He’s never liked another person enough to bother trying to desensitize himself. No one’s stuck around long enough to even try.

He’ll still get flashes of your life at random. Your first day of school when you kiss his cheek. The first time you went to a funeral when you hug him. The first time you got your heart broken, when you link your arm through his. Your first time eating your favorite food, when you sit in his lap.

It warms him to be able to know you in a way no one else could ever know you.

Once you start to touch he craves it. He’s gone a lifetime without being able to share the casual intimacy everyone else takes for granted. He likes to come up behind you and just hold you against himself, rocking you gently side to side.

Dennis is always gentle with you. He’s seen too much violence to ever touch you unkindly. His kisses are gentle. The way he holds you is gentle. In a world of pain he wants to be good to you. He wants you to be good to each other.

A/N: if you enjoyed this piece consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or a sweet anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

#13 ghosts #dennis rafkin x reader #dennis rafkin imagines #dennis rafkin #if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes feel free to point them out #thank you for reading the rules of the blog!!!!#black!reader

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sadko101 · 4 months ago

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Varric is soo kean on helping solas instead of just stopping him because he couldnt stop anders

(more indepth and corrected version of my old post)

TW: very brief mentions of suicide and usual Anders stuff

okay the title is even more mid but this point is about how i believe one of the big reasons Varric is set on not just stopping Solas but helping him is because of what happened in Kirkwall. enter brief collection of thoughts:

one thing i loved about dragon age 2 is Varric and Anders friendship and how that added to the tragedy of both of their stories.

if your Hawke doesn't like Anders, Varric is the only one who actually enjoys his company and considers him a friend throughout the entire game. we also see in there banter that Anders is very Anders when interacting with Varric. it is also through there banter we see Anders lean more into the vengeance/justice and "lose" himself:

act 1

Varric: So a human, an elf, and a dwarf walk into a bar...

Anders: The human says, "You're lucky you're so short. That hurt like mad!"

Varric: You could have just stopped me, Blondie.

Anders: Why waste a perfectly good set-up?

act 2:

Anders: Boiling in oil.

Varric: Too prosaic. Trapped in a cave with hungry bears, right at the spring thaw.

Anders: That lets him off too easy. Dipped in molten gold and left as a statue in the Viscount's Keep.

Varric: Ooh. That's poetic!

Hawke: What are you two talking about?

Varric: What to do to Bartrand when I find him.

Anders: Any suggestions?

and the Parallels of act 3:

Varric: So, three templars walk into a tavern.

Anders: Not right now, Varric.

Varric: You feeling all right, Blondie? You're always in the mood for templar jokes.

Varric: So, the knight-commander... Boiling in oil? That one never gets old.

Anders: This is past time for joking.

Varric: I'm helping you indulge in elaborate revenge fantasies. I think it's good for you.

Anders: Meredith will die. Do not doubt that.

Varric: Go away, Justice. Can Anders come out and play?

Anders: [Justice voice] Stop.

Varric: You are no fun anymore.

Anders offers Varric his embroidered pillow, the only thing he was allowed to take from home to the circle. anders states to varric how he was a good friend. Varric denies it presumably thinking that Anders is planning on killing himself when he tells Anders "to have many more dreams of killing templars on it''. Varric obviously has concern for Anders and cares for him that we have seen throughout the game. when the chantry blows up all of Anders actions entirely add up to that action. you can only presume that Varric (and probably the rest of the cast) thought back on the warning signs.

the warning signs that Anders was going to do something drastic were there, for example, after act two he begins to isolate himself (regardless of if Ella died or not, but the reasons are different). its clear that he is struggling with his mental state and loosing control.

codex entry "after the deep roads": In the past three years, Anders has become more reclusive, verging on paranoid.

codex entry "the last three years": (if Ella is killed:) The past three years has seen Anders cross the edge from moodiness into open paranoia.

(if Ella is saved:) Anders lost interest in the cause of mage revolution. Convinced he was no better than an abomination, Anders was determined to gain mastery over the spirit inside him... or die trying. It is increasingly apparent that he is losing this struggle. Prone to wild mood swings between deep melancholy and manic determination.

people don't wake up terrorist, Anders decline and why he did what he did to the chantry was something out of paranoia, vengeance and a kind of insanity. by act 3 'Anders' seems to have very little rational thought left in him, and the bomb was not a rational thought.

Anders story in da2 is his and justice's tragedy and how they spirals into madness together, pushing each other to the worst version of themselves by accident.

so back to Varric, in the trailer we saw how determined he was to stop solas, how he doesn't want to give up on a friend who is in "need". this feels parallel to his inability to stop Anders

*note, Anders and Solas are two very different characters and so are there actions, the similarity here i only Varrics friendship to them.

so i conclude that, i believe that one of the Varric is so intent on stopping Solas through helping him was because he could not stop Anders, and Varric doesn't want to see another friend loose his mind.

end note: Anders and Varrics friendship is so important to me you don't understand how much da2 broke my heart

intresting note from people on reddit: justice was becoming vengance the moment he got stuck in the mortal real in kirstoffs body (mightmake a write up on that too)

#anders da2 #dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #dragon age inquisition #solasdragon age #solas dai #varric da2 #varric dragon age

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thongmingi · 26 days ago

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straight down the gun. hongjoong/seonghwa.

rating: E content: hongjoong is jealous. gunplay, gunsucking, obsession & jealousy, implied/referenced murder/suicide. dead dove do not eat. words: 1,613

originally for kinktober and then i decided i don't care to commit. happy birthday @seonghwalazia i hope u love it <3

ao3

Seonghwa is beautiful and he knows it well. Uses it to his advantage, batting pretty lashes and smiling that million-won smile while he speaks in a low chest voice that he knows drives men insane. Hongjoong can see the fluorescent lights of the gas station flash off the metal of his gun as Seonghwa flashes it to the station attendant; a threat. A threat that does its job but that highlights the slip of skin where his pants have ridden down and his shirt ridden up just enough to expose that honey-glazed abdomen while the cashier stands there ogling with his hands up in self-surrender.

That he can see it from the getaway is telling enough that it’s on purpose.

It’s not lost on Hongjoong, the way Seonghwa gets under his skin and does it so clearly on purpose. It’s that fucking tanktop, the one that hangs just a little bit loose over his slender frame and exposes a bit too much of his chest, bunches and rides up enough to expose slips of skin that should be saved for Hongjoong alone.

Rage blossoms under his ribcage, creeping up the column of his throat the same way it always does. It’s smothering, what Hongjoong feels; his chest feels tight and hot and his hands leave damp spots on the leather steering wheel cover when he shoves an anxious hand through his hair, pushing it off his forehead.

The cashier is lucky he’s getting out of this alive.

It’s a familiar song and dance, this; Seonghwa does it on purpose, and it’s not ignored. They finish their business, knock out the security cameras, and drive away in their unplated car to the shitty, rundown motel on the other side of town where Hongjoong makes Seonghwa understand where he’s done wrong.

Practiced, efficient. The same routine they’ve had since they started running, which is how Seonghwa finds himself on his knees with the barrel of a gun pressed to his cheek with tears threatening to spill.

And he’s so beautiful like this, Hongjoong thinks; he snaps a picture with the polaroid camera from two birthdays ago, a memento to go with the rest. The undeveloped film is tossed aside on a table, the camera on the bed.

Seonghwa doesn’t look when normally his eyes would follow the path of the camera to be sure it doesn’t fall. Instead he stares up through thick lashes, eyes wide, watching, waiting. Hands balled into fists on bent knees, his patience endures through Hongjoong’s rants, his threats, all but screamed from the rooftops. If the hotel were any nicer, they’d probably care.

The cool metal of Hongjoong’s gun brushes against a high cheekbone while he brushes dark hair from Seonghwa’s face, pretty as a picture. He’s fallen to silence, panting lightly with flames behind his darkdark eyes; it’s like playing with Seonghwa’s hair calms him, stamps down the blaze inside him. But it’s not enough, never enough; there is nothing that can extinguish the light inside of Kim Hongjoong and Seonghwa has long since stopped trying.

There is no sense when dealing with a madman.

Maybe that’s why Seonghwa stays; the danger is a turn-on, the mood swings keep it interesting. Maybe his mother was right when she’d kicked him out and reminded him he was fucked up beyond repair.

But Hongjoong, Hongjoong makes him feel wanted, desired, cared for. Gives him a place to stay and makes him feel hothothot inside. He’d lifted Seonghwa when no one else would, when the world was against him and he was two shots away from jailtime or worse. It’s only natural that Seonghwa continues to revere Hongjoong in kind, give him the same energy that he’d sworn his life away with.

Their lifestyle isn’t lavish by any means but the run keeps them from trouble, keeps the cops from staying on their ass for too long, keeps things interesting; and that’s all he can really ask for.

It’s the most fun he’s had his whole life.

His mouth parts as the muzzle eases its way between his lips. Hongjoong grins that grin, the one that sends a flutter to his core - and the hand playing gently with Seonghwa’s hair turns gentle no longer, fingers twisting to grip tight the hair at the back of his head. Seonghwa’s face turns heavenward as he tastes metal on his tongue. It’s sharp, makes him think of blood – the thought vanishes quickly as Hongjoong chases it away with words of praise, of flattery and undying devotion.

“Beautiful,” he says, his voice hoarse. Seonghwa sticks his tongue out and takes the pistol deeper, a hand on Hongjoong’s thigh to steady himself. Hongjoong swallows thickly. “Taking it so well. Gorgeous like this, y’know?”

It’s enough to get a reaction, which is all he can really ask for. A moan, a smattering of red across high cheekbones; Hongjoong shifts, foot kicking out just enough for his toes to rest against the straining bulge in Seonghwa’s joggers, heel on the floor to keep steady. He hums, gives a tug to his hair in the same beat his foot presses harder, and he thinks he sees Seonghwa’s eyes roll back.

“Ohh, my angel; you want it to be me so bad, don’t you? Want my dick down your throat?”

There’s a noise that Seonghwa makes from deep in his belly, strained past the metal. His eyes shine and tears threaten to spill as his head bobs but he never takes his attention away, doesn’t even seem to notice the steady stream of spit running down his chin and along his neck. He doesn’t realize his hips are jutting forward until his cock aches, too hard and not hard enough and Hongjoong’s weight coming down on him despite it all. A sob spasms his body and he gags around the barrel and Hongjoong thinks it’s the most beautiful fucking thing he’s ever seen.

“Dumb little cockslut, only good for one thing.”

Hongjoong wishes he still had his camera on hand.

Instead he jerks Seonghwa’s head back, causing his mouth to drop open and the gun to fall from his lips. A scoff from Hongjoong, a flash of fear from his pretty toy; it’s fucking obscene how ravishing he is, from swollen lips to the dusty blush across his cheeks and the way his jaw drops and his tongue lolls out of his too, too empty mouth.

(Seonghwa feels – dirty. He can feel the muzzle pressed up against his soft palate as Hongjoong fills his mouth once more, the metallic taste on his tongue and the heat surging through his core enough to bring any greater man to the brink. The brink of orgasm, of obsession, of death; it’s a disorganized mess, he knows, but in the low light and through the fog of his brain, Hongjoong has never looked more beautiful, and maybe that’s all that matters.

Maybe Seonghwa is broken after all.)

The noise that comes out of his mouth when Hongjoong rubs the growing wet spot with the ball of his foot is something he wishes he could replay over and over. Something needy and wanting, grotesque the way he craves more, more, more. Another tug of his hair has Seonghwa seeing stars, and Hongjoong can feel his cock jumping under his sole as he comes.

Seonghwa’s knees ache when he’s allowed up again, desperate to be stretched straight. Hongjoong urges him up with a yank to the fistful of hair in his grasp, the muzzle of his pistol digging into the hollow below his jaw when he stands. The wince doesn’t go unnoticed, smothered instead with a kiss full of teeth and heated ecstasy and pure unfettered hunger. The gun cocks with a practiced flick of Hongjoong’s thumb.

“Tell me you love me.” Hongjoong’s voice is hoarse, barely audible between soft breaths. He’s panting; Seonghwa can feel his erection through his pants and the heavy thrum of his pulse as he cups the side of Hongjoong’s neck. He’s panting too, he realizes; head tilted up with the press of the gun but eyes trained on Hongjoong nevertheless.

“I love you,” he answers easily as breathing. His voice is gone too, and he thinks this may be the first time he’s confessed to Hongjoong’s conscious form. “Anything for you. You know that.”

“Till death.”

Seonghwa nods. “Till death,” he agrees; free hand finding Hongjoong’s where his clammy finger rests gently on the trigger, ready and eager. Something shines in Hongjoong’s eyes, ready to spill, and Seonghwa picks it up, greedy and craving. He shifts slightly and feels Hongjoong’s hand slack on the gun underneath his own.

“Prove it,” Hongjoong whispers. He sounds almost - somber, wistful, wanting. Seonghwa feels a laugh deep in his own chest and a heady bubble of exhilaration in his throat.

“I’d kill for you, y’know that?” There’s a fire on Seonghwa’s eyes, flickering along the sparks in Hongjoong’s. “Die for you. Say the word.”

Hongjoong feels pressure against the column of his throat and nearly moans, mouth falling open in a silent gasp. The tempest is calmed, even if briefly; music to his ears

“Yeah?” Hongjoong is breathless. “Just for me?”

“You go, I go.”

Hongjoong’s grin is audible, the static from his eyes palpable, sparking on Seonghwa’s skin where his gaze burns into Hongjoong’s skin. His pupils dilate and they’re both drunk on the thrill, the anticipation.

Hongjoong’s grip on Seonghwa’s hair tightens, pulling his face down enough that their foreheads and noses press together and their breaths mix and neither is sure where one begins and the other ends and decide that maybe, maybe they’re okay with that.

“Do it.”

Hongjoong falls first.

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