#him down and smiling above him and holding his wrists against the floor and kinda straddling his hips and what else can buck so except get

[tommygettingwrittenoff]

okay buck would definitely be like hey eddie let's spar together and eddie would be like okay!! sparring is so much fun!! and so they would go to a gym after their shift and spar and it would be Fine for about 5 minutes. before buck realizes he's in over his head and his size is Not an advantage with eddie because eddie is able to pin him down no matter what buck does. and buck would be so horny and frustrated the entire time and eddie would be confused because I thought you could fight buck??? why are you giving up once I pin your hands down??? and buck would try to be all ha ha I guess I can't compete against a former street fighter while actively trying to hide his erection

[harry-styles-obsessed]

Silent treatment

You all seem to love the smut sooo I decided why not get ✨extra✨ smutty and give you something else(; MINORS DNI

Synopsis: Harry’s a billionaire. He’s been working 24/7 not giving you any attention like you often experience with him… one day he comes home and expects you to be all lovey dovey only to learn that you’re ignoring him… one way or another he’ll have to get your attention and earn it.

Trigger warnings: dominant harry, slight aggression, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, p in v, C word, edging, denial, orgasm control, degrading, kinda mean! Harry just general smutty things

©️Please do not copy or translate my work

“I’m home” his voice was loud and clear as it echoed around the silent home, usually there would be music playing or the tv on but there was nothing… only silence… “baby?” He questioned looking around “sweetheart where are you?” He checked the living room, kitchen, bathroom before headed upstairs checking all of upstairs before finding you in your and his shared bedroom “there you are my love,” he spoke with a smile gazing at you. You laid on the bed wearing a silk robe that barely covered your nude body— he stared at you, watching you read the story, him watching as your fingertips began turning the pages little by little and soon he was noticing that you were blatantly ignoring him. His brows furrowed slightly “earth to y/n?” He wore a black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the top and black trousers to match it, his hands soon resting on his hips “alright what’s going on?” He questioned watching as your eyes eventually moved to look at him, only earning an eye roll from you before you looked back at your book.

He slowly walked closer to you before stopping just beside the bed staring down at you “you know I can get you to talk… and when I make you talk… force you to talk to me I won’t stop.” His words were menacing, underlined with a certain dangerous tone but you still continued to ignore him. He was never aggressive with you, even in bed he was rarely aggressive or even vicious but that all changed rather suddenly. He perched on the edge of the bed as he stared at you, before slowly tracing his fingertip from your exposed thigh and up to the inner seam of the nightgown that barely covered you, before with his free hand he snatched the book from you making your lips part your brows furrowing as you grew slightly annoyed before trying to snatch the book back with a few huffs and grunts only for him to toss the book onto the floor, his hand then effortlessly grabbing onto both your wrists and pinning your wrists down above your head a small gasp coming from your mouth and he stared down at you with a small smirk

“Now will you tell me what’s earned me the treatment of being ignored?” He questioned raising his brows watching as you just stared at him silently yet some excitement lingered in your eyes showing you liked where this was going, but at the same time you had no clue what he was going to do to you. You felt his free hand trace shapes into your inner thigh a shaky breath coming from you as he kept his eyes on you, before his finger trailed to your aching heat that was gradually growing wetter and wetter just from the thoughts spiralling round your head. He slowly dipped his fingertip in between your pussy lips using his index finger and thumb to slowly part them as he gazed down at you watching as you wriggled slightly a small whine coming from your lips “oh… that’s what makes you weak?” He mused with a evident smirk before he hummed still keeping a hold of your wrists not allowing you to move as he soon thrusted his long slender finger into your tight cunt, the gruelling and punishing pace of his finger thrusting in and out of you constantly at such a perfect angle making his finger touch against your G-spot over and over again, watching your reactions— all of them— the way you threw your head back and panted struggling to stay quiet as moans and whines came from you.

Soon he slipped in a second finger as he curled both fingers deep within your tight heat, your hips jolting weakly as eventually you couldn’t help but cry out his name his thumb drawing slow circles against your clit forcing your hips to buck over and over, the pleasure forcing the sounds and cries from you as you moaned his name. “There we go… not so quiet after all hm? Told you, you couldn’t stay quiet. I know how to make you tick.” His lips curled upwards in a small grin as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. The pace of his fingers and the delicate curl of his fingers that drove you utterly insane had your walls clenching down around his fingers over and over again, and upon hearing your moans and whines grow louder and the way your walls massaged his fingers and twitched against them he didn’t stop- no- he continued going

“You want to cum, hm?” He cooed to you watching as you nodded “oh yeah? Yeah I’m sure you do darling… do you think you deserve to cum?” He continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you keeping up the quick pace watching as you nodded pathetically before he without much warning pulled his fingers from your drenched hole. “Well, I beg to differ sweetheart. Only good girls get to cum.” He spoke simply as you whined and whimpered, your thighs trembling ever so slightly.

“If you talk to me I’ll let you cum.” He spoke teasingly and you whimpered “why, were you giving me the silent treatment, hm?” He asked softly but he had a pretty good idea. “Is it because you’re a fucking slut in need of a good fucking?” His words made you whimper and you nodded your head over and over again “oh is that so you naughty girl” he chuckled softly “please- please need to cum.. need to feel good… please Harry… please..” he tutted slightly as he stared at you before he slowly let go of your hands but your wrists remained weakly laid against the pillow, before he slowly leaned in closer to you “no.” He spoke softly as he shook his head, denying you of it before he stood up from the bed analysing you- studying all of you before he smirked slightly

“Roll over. Onto your tummy.” He demanded, watching as you just remained still and he stared at you unimpressed “three, two–“ and finally you obeyed rolling onto your tummy. He then knelt down onto the bed his large hands slowly stroking over your ass cheeks slowly and gently “you want my attention…. Is that your issue? Needy for my attention and love?” He spoke watching you nod and he hummed “use your words.” He demanded. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You cried out and he smiled “right…” he trailed off hands continuing to stroke against your ass cheeks gently, the silence deafening as he remained silent for a few moments before finally bringing his hand down against your ass cheek smacking your ass hard, the harshness of it leaving a very visible red handprint as you whimpered Harry doing the exact same thing again in the same exact place making you moan “oh my pretty girl likes being spanked does she? Oh of course you do. Such a dirty pathetic slut.”

You moaned heavily as he continued to slap your ass multiple times, before he aimed his hits from where your asscheek met your thigh- slapping against the little crease watching as you jumped, only for a moan and cry to leave your lips, Harry chuckling softly “oh such a good girl hm?” His light spanks continued raining down against your skin until your ass was almost bright red. He smoothed his hands against the marks against your ass and smiled listening to you whimper as he soothed the stinging skin, but that didn’t last long as without much warning he pulled you so your hips were dangling off of the edge of the bed, and he easily flipped you around so you were now looking at him “harry please I need to cum. Please.. I can’t take it anymore..” you moaned out desperately.

“Y/n… I want you to beg me… beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum this time.” He spoke and you nodded fervently “don’t stop begging.” He spoke simply before his lips and tongue attached to your clit, beginning to suck the bud in between his lips suckling against it as he flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves watching as your hips twitched desperately a cry leaving your lips as you panted “please! Please! I want to cum! Please! I’ll be a good girl for you! Please!” You began begging over and over again, mindlessly, not thinking straight as the pleasure overwhelmed your head your breathing heavy as you squeezed your eyes shut your walls clenching around nothing as he continued to lather his tongue all over your hungry pussy. As his tongue continued teasing against your clit, he lifted his head stopping the pleasure making you cry out “shhh…. Y/n reach down. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Harry demanded and as if a puppeteer was controlling your hand you dipped your hand down to your aching pussy. He watched as your fingers began thrusting deep within your cunt over and over again your hips jerking as your moans grew louder, he just watched as you toyed with yourself, his hand drawing circles into your clit as you continued moaning desperately. You were a mess for him and Harry loved it… he loved how messy you were for him and as your moans grew louder and he watched your pussy clenched around your fingers he quickly grabbed your wrist forcing it to halt, stopping your movement

“How badly do you need to cum?” He spoke teasingly, and you whimpered “so bad please… please… I’ll let you do anything… please!” Harry’s cock twitched in his pants and he clenched his jaw slightly before humming “good response.” He then pulled your hand from your pussy and instead replaced it with his own, his long fingers pumping in and out of you at a merciless pace as his tongue and lips began toying with your clit as screams of euphoria began leaving your lips, your sensitive clit even more sensitive from him toying with it his movement remaining fast as your body reacted to each feeling “c’mon.. c’mon… cum on my fingers… c’mon… cum right fucking now” he demanded watching you come undone right beneath him, your jaw slackening as you tilted your head back your breathing heavy as a sharp moan left your lips your hips bucking into his mouth as he fucked you through your orgasm a slight bead of sweat on your forehead as you panted your eyes rolled back into the back of your head your breathing fast as you tried to calm yourself down.

Harry’s fingers eventually halted but he didn’t pull them out only curling them slowly into you over and over again constantly playing with you “you want my cock?” He asked you knowing how fuzzy your hearing was, but still you nodded desperately and he chuckled “oh my pathetic sweet darling…” he hummed out “so needy for my cock. Want me to fucking overstimulate you hm? Until you’re screaming… until you’re messy? Yeah? Oh I’ll do that just for you.” He hummed out the lewd words only turning you on further, hearing the sound of material hitting the floor before feeling his hard cock press just between your thighs, the tip of his cock teasing against your pussy lips before he began edging himself in, letting out a low groan as he began slowly fucking into you, little by little until his hips were pressed against yours, rocking lightly against you as you moaned in pleasure his moans and groans soft as he lowered his head down taking your nipple between his lips as he swirled his tongue around it, nipping at it gently as your hips bucked into his. He was ravenous for you.

Soon he had kissed you deeply just as he picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you at a merciless pace your lips parted against his as you groaned into his mouth, crying out in pleasure, Harry taking that as his chance as he slipped his tongue into your mouth— the both of you making out as he fucked you long and hard. Eventually he pulled back from the kiss, leaving a gentle but long line of saliva trailing from both your lips before it snapped and faded away as he leaned his head back, his thrusts grew harder and faster the sound of skin hitting against skin and lewd sounds echoing around the room being the only thing heard before eventually his hips jolted as you both orgasmed, his thrusts being slightly sloppy as he moaned before he kissed you again deeply keeping his lips pressed against yours as he breathed heavily, before finally pulling back “fuck… such a good girl… fucking hell… knows how to make me feel good hm…” he began trailing kisses against your neck, remaining inside of you as he just laid against your naked body, both of you nude and sweaty as he gripped onto you, his kissing soothing and loving his breathing slowly calming down before he let out a soft hum “I love you so much… but don’t ever ignore me again…” he chuckled out softly “or do… I quite liked this.” He spoke with a small smirk and you smiled lazily, leaning up to kiss his lips “I love you too…”

You both stayed in that position for a while, Harry allowing your tight pussy to massage his cock in the best ways. He could’ve stayed with you like this forever… in fact he intended to. When he fucked you like this he knew you weren’t just made for him but your body was made for him too.. maybe he was far too possessive but you were all his and he wouldn’t ever get bored of fucking you ruthlessly over and over.

[jwonsite]

taesan (boynextdoor) smut drabble

warnings: he’s kinda mean,, rough,, reader tries to top him,, does not work,, unprotected (wrap it up!), oral (m receiving), p in v, he cums inside, slight breath kink..?

wc: uhhhh around 1k

when i tell you this is my fav taesan to write,,, i mean it cuz he quite literally LOVES this dynamic most definitely his fav. loves being able to put you in your place when you’re not listening and show you who’s in charge🥰

probably would start w you just teasing him in little ways thru out the day,, rubbing your ass against him as you pass by,, “accidentally” brushing your hand over his dick when you’re sitting next to him,, bending down right in front of him to grab something off the floor,, literally just doing everything you can to drive him insane enough for him to finally say something to you. def just grabbing you by the wrist as you pass by a little too closely and saying something like “what the fuck is your problem today??”,,, and just seeing how annoyed he gets when you answer back “i don’t know what you’re talking about baby🤕” as you free yourself from his grip and keep walking.

he would def just run a hand thru his hair before following you to your room,, watching as you change out of your clothes into a pair of shorts and one of his t shirts before continuing to talk,,, saying something like “you’ve been acting like a slut all day,, is what i’m talking about”,, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame as you slip his t shirt over your frame. “ohh that?”,, sitting on the edge of the bed as you talk to him,, watching as he walks over to stand above you,, arms still crossed as he runs his eyes down your figure,, “yeah that,, you wanna say sorry for acting like a slut all day while i was trying to get some work done?”

his hands coming down to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants to show his hard on straining against his underwear. “mm,,, i don’t think i will,,, gonna get what i want anyways” you say as you lean back onto your hands,, watching as his dick is practically leaking at the sound of your voice. taesan probably just letting out a small laugh under his breath,, before wrapping his hand around your neck to pull your face right up against his dick,, pushing your face down onto him to relieve some of the pressure,, “yeah? you think i’m gonna give you what you want after you were being a brat all day?” he says as he forces two of his fingers into your mouth to yank your jaw open,,, quickly pulling down his underwear to shove his dick in your mouth,, pushing your nose all the way down to his pelvis so he can hear you choking on his dick🤕

he would love feeling the way you push against his thighs,, trying your best to come up for air as he’s holding you down,, watching how your eyes start to tear up at the intrusion at the back of your throat💔 literally just using your throat like a fucktoy,,, thrusting in and out of your so hard until he’s holding your face down and cumming straight down your throat,, pulling your face off of him as he says smth like “you wanna keep acting like a brat and choke on my dick again or are you gonna be a good girl and listen so i can finally fuck you like the slut that you are?”,, watching as you try to catch your breath,,

his breath suddenly hitching as your hand reaches out to pump his dick,, running your thumb over his slit as he tried to grab your wrist to stop the overstimulation,, you just keep pumping him until he’s cumming again all over your hands,, smirking as he lets out low groans and moans,, “what happened baby boy? can’t handle being overstimulated?” you say with a fake pout,, smiling to yourself as you lick his cum off your hands. without saying a word he’s flipping you onto your stomach,, pushing your face into the mattress as he pulls your hips up and pushes into you,, filling you up all in one go,, and just pumping into you hard af,, “is this what you wanted?? hm?? to be fucked like a slut??” as he grips your hair to pull your back against him,, biting the shell of your ear before letting you fall back down onto your hands,, then pushing your face back into the mattress to make you arch more. def slapping your ass so fucking much,, you’re going to have handprints on your ass for days.

could see this being one of the days where you’re more vocal too,, taesan would fucking love ts. just hearing how you whine and moan for him as he’s balls deep in you he’s going to be so close to cumming but would hold off for as long as he can,, wanting to make sure you cum first. would grab the hair on the back of your head and pull on it,, just using it as something to hold onto as he’s fucking into you hard enough to leave bruises on your ass🤕

would slip his hand around your chest and play with your nipples when you get close,, using his other hand to play with your clit to have you cumming so hard around him,, feeling the way you clench around his dick as he keeps pumping into you to chase his high,, cumming soon after and just pushing his load so deep in you before pulling out to watch how his cum seeps out of you,, using two fingers to push it back in before sticking his fingers down your throat so you can taste the mixture you both made🤕 def just collapsing onto the bed beside you and pulling you onto his chest for a bit,, kissing your head and laying there for a bit before getting up to run you both a bath to clean up💔

[readngandweepng]

afab!roach x sub top male reader

note: no pronouns for reader but written with a male in mind. also i didnt proofread at all so i apologize if there are any errors. kinda short. wrote this on a whim after a long while of not writing at all so this kinda sucks sorry. btw implied that roach talks because i like to think that he occasionally speaks.

i think that roach would be so sweet, sitting in your lap with his hands resting on your shoulders, just kissing you as you graze your hands through his hair. he’d hold your face close to his, tilting his head to kiss you deeper while grinding against you so gently. then you’d move your hands to his hips, moving him enough to ease a breathy moan from his lips, and he’d look into your eyes with his half-lidded ones before pushing you down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress without retaliation. 

before you know it his jeans are unbuckled and thrown onto the floor. he climbs on top of you, and the sight of him dripping causes your hands to fly to your belt to unbuckle it before shoving the zipper down and moving your jeans out of the way to take your cock into your eager hand. his knees are on either side of your hips. he presses his palms to your chest, keeping you down onto the bed. he lowers himself to your tip, gently rocking his pussy against your cock. you groan in exasperation, about to grab his hips until he takes your wrists in his grasp and pins them down against the bed, each one beside your head. he says nothing, but he smiles at you and in response you buck up, desperate to be inside of him. he anticipates this and moves out of the way, smirking at your pleading expression.

 “come on, gary. you have to be as fucking desperate as i am.” you’re met with silence again, but he moves over your cock once more, lowering himself onto your tip. he leans down to your level, his lips at your ear as he whispers so softly you can barely catch what he says, but it’s a command to stay still. you listen and your hands are above your head now. roach adjusts himself, sitting up and using you for balance as he rocks against the tip of your cock. he looks ethereal and the temptation to take him is almost too much. 

you know that he’s enjoying this; the sight of you clenching your teeth as you try not to stay put. and he knows that he is in control, no matter how badly you want to fuck him. he then takes you completely, enveloping your whole cock within him. he doesn’t move, not even a little bit, and the feeling of his warm, wet cunt makes your back rise off the bed before you’re pushed back down again. 

“please, gary. god, please just fucking move.” the words almost don’t come out. you grip the bed frame at your head, your feet flat against the mattress. you physically have to contain yourself from fucking into him, but you know better than to disobey your sweet roach. 

through hazy vision, you can see the same smile on his face as he begins slowly humping your cock. you choke on your breath, watching his hips rock against you in a steady rhythm that builds up and up until he’s bouncing on your cock now, looking down at your struggling figure. he’s so wet and so fucking warm around you, and every time you let out a groan he clenches and it in turn makes your back arch. you can hear him letting out small moans and quiet whispery breaths. it’s too much, you think. the way he feels is too good, and before you know it you cum inside him. he’s still moving, taking your cock in and out of him at a pace so overwhelming you grab his hips, letting out one final plea. roach just smiles, grabbing your wrists and pressing them down against the bed again and you can tell by the way he relentlessly humps your cock that this won’t be the last time you, or he for that matter, will come tonight.

[kaleldobrev]

Shiny New Toy (1)

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Summary: You're Demon Dean's shiny new toy

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Age Gap, Cursing (3x), Smut (Oral Sex, Fingering), Virgin Reader, Demon Dean (yes, he gets a warning), Bondage (kinda?), Forced Orgasm (kinda?)

Authors Note: I feel like I should apologize for this cause I wrote this when I was horny past midnight when I should have been sleeping but I'm not going to apologize | What I should be apologizing for is the fact that I wrote this knowing that it's gonna be multiple parts | This is the more tamer of the parts | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Your eyes fluttered open slowly, trying to adjust to the unnatural red glow of the room you were currently in. Your hands were above your head, chained up and in thick cuffs. Your legs were spread apart equal to your shoulders; they too were chained up in similar cuffs. Looking down at your body, you almost didn’t realize what you were wearing at first, as you were too distracted by the cuffs on your wrist and ankles. You were wearing a thin layer of clothing; wearing something that you hadn’t bought yourself, nor would ever buy. You were wearing a matching set of lace see-through lingerie. And from the feeling of the cold metal against your ass, the panties that you were wearing was in fact a thong - something you hated more than anything.

Your stomach felt like it was in knots, and your throat was unbelievably dry, like you hadn’t had water in days. You didn’t know how long you had been in this room; the last thing you had remembered was being in the Bunker, you and Sam being chased with a hammer by Dean. In this moment, all you could think about was Sam, hoping and wishing that he was okay.

The sound of a metal door opened behind you, and from the sound of it, it sounded heavy. You shut your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather your thoughts and trying to lower your racing heart; but it was all a failed attempt. In addition to the door you heard heavy boots walking across the floor behind you, followed by a small chuckle. The heavy boots and that chuckle were two things that you instantly recognized. “Dean.” You mumbled, letting out a breathy sigh.

A hand touched your arm, and your body jumped and tensed at the same time from the contact. Dean finally coming into view, giving you the flirtiest of smiles; one that you had been so accustomed to getting from him. “Hey Sunshine.” Your heart picked up the pace at hearing your nickname that he had reserved only for you. “Your heart is going a million miles. I could hear it down the hall.”

He ran his hand down your arm, across your breasts, all the way down to your stomach, just stopping right above the hem of your panties. “Where are we?” You asked.

“We’re in Hell Sweetheart.” He said so matter of factly. You were fucked. One of his fingers started playing with the hem of your panties; a part of you was starting to get turned on, but another part of you tried remaining strong; but that part was failing as your body was reacting in a much different way. You were almost embarrassed, ashamed that you were getting turned on; and Dean had barely touched you.

He removed his finger from the hem and walked over to a small cart that consisted of an assortment of tools. He picked up one tool, that seemed like a knife of some sort. Your body tensed up again, afraid of what he was going to do with it. Dean chuckled, noticing that your body had tensed. “You afraid of this?” He asked, holding the knife up, a small grin on his lips. You nodded. “Aw baby.” His voice seemed very amused.

Walking over to you, he gently started tracing the point of the knife on your skin. He didn’t apply enough pressure to leave any marks, but just enough to feel the sharpness from the blade. He started at your legs and started tracing upward, stopping at the hem again. For some reason, he was obsessed. “So beautiful.” He mumbled. He looked at you, still grinning. “I picked this little number out for you. Needed to know if you would look just as good as I pictured you would.” He paused for a moment before taking the blade of the knife and cutting off the thong; quickly throwing it off to the side. “More beautiful than I pictured.” You knew he was no longer talking about the lingerie, but your bare pussy in front of him. Although you weren’t naked, you might as well have been.

“Dean.” Was all you could get out. You had wanted to say more, but your body wasn’t cooperating.

“If I touch you, are you going to be wet for me?” He asked. You weren’t sure if he had actually wanted you to respond or not. But before you could, one of his fingers was already touching your clit. You sucked in a breath at the sudden contact. He looked at your pussy for a moment as he slowly slide his finger up and down moving some of the wetness around. He looked at you, seeming satisfied that you were already wet for him. “Sweetheart, I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.” His face changed then, his grin almost turning into an evil like smirk. “Wait. That’s right. You’re a virgin.” He chuckled. “Virgins get wet so easily. I almost forgot what that’s like.”

You had told Dean in confidence a few months ago that you were a virgin. Upon telling him, he had practically offered to take it. But you had told him that you didn’t want to lose your virginity with a one night stand, that you had wanted to lose it to someone that you loved and someone that loved you just the same. You remembered briefly now, that he almost seemed hurt by your words.

“Now tell me.” He began, putting the knife back into the cart. “When you say virgin, how virgin are we talking here?” He asked. “Ever been fingered? Eaten out?” You shook your head. “Never? Not even once?”

“No.” Your no sounded so weak. It wasn’t like you didn’t want those things, you just never really had the opportunity. Hunting had taken up a lot of your time, and you weren’t one for one night stands. So getting fingered, eaten out, or having sex was something that didn’t happen for you. Although you were a little ashamed, you also weren’t completely upset by it either, given the fact that you had only just turned 21 a few weeks prior - it was perfectly normal for a woman your age to still be a virgin in all senses of the word.

“You know, when you first told me that you were a virgin, I gotta say Sweetness, I was very surprised.” He said, stepping in between your legs. “But, it gave me thoughts about you that…” he licked his lips before he started kissing your inner thighs. “Made me realize how badly I’ve wanted you forever.” More kisses; and more wetness started to form. A small moan had escaped your lips. “Cause baby, when I first met you, I wanted you, and wanted you bad. But, had to stop myself. You know why?” He licked a long strip of your clit. “Even though you were 18, a part of me thought that it was so…wrong to ruin you that young."

You shouldn’t have been turned on by his words but you were. You remembered the day you had met Dean. You had just turned 18 a few weeks before and you just graduated from high school. You had noticed the way Dean had looked at you, giving you his classic flirty smile. But you noticed how quickly his demeanor changed once you said how old you were. His demeanor going from overly flirty, to dad or friend. You had figured in that moment that he had no intentions of ever wanting to pursue a relationship with you given your age. You were a little crushed to say the least.

“You have no idea how hard it’s been trying to control myself around you.” He took one of his fingers and started to slowly push inside your cunt. “So many times I pictured what it would be like to just bend you over the counter and fuck that little ass of yours raw.” His finger was going slow, and you were thankful for that; but amazed at the same time. “So many times I’ve pictured having my head between these legs of yours and eating you out until your legs turned into jello.” He added a second finger now, and you tensed up, clenching around his fingers.

“You’re so wet for me.” He mumbled. “And you’re taking my fingers real good too.” He said a bit louder. Two of his fingers were now fully inside of you, knuckle deep. “I may be a demon, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be nice and not let you cum. Especially given the circumstances.” The way he said it, it sounded almost as if you should be thanking him. His movements started going slow, as he started pumping his fingers inside of you. It was a weird sensation, but a sensation that your body had craved for such a long time; especially from Dean. You had wanted so much to lose your virginity to him; but not to this version. He was a demon, a cruel, heartless knight of hell. Not your sweet, loving, nerdy best friend whom you were in love with.

“Dean please…” You weren’t sure what you had wanted to say in that moment. You didn’t necessarily want him to continue or to stop; your body and mind were confused. You had felt like you shouldn’t have been wet for him, to be turned on, he was a demon after all. But all you saw and felt was Dean, no demon in sight despite what you had actually knew.

“Yes Sweetheart?” He asked, his fingers were starting to pick up the pace, every so often his fingers would hook and curl inside of you, trying their best to get the perfect angle. You felt yourself starting to get wetter and wetter, and you knew how much Dean was enjoying this. He had pictured you so many times. “Need you to use your words doll.”

The pressure inside of you was building, your pussy clenching around his fingers. “My little virgin gonna cum?” He practically whispered. You couldn’t help but nod. “You know how I know? You’re clenching so tight around my fingers.” He smirked. His free hand tilted your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Your hips instinctively started swiveling trying to help yourself cum. He looked at your hips for a moment before making eye contact with you again. “Look at those little hips go.” He grinned again. “Want to look at your face the first time you cum. Need to see your O face.”

His fingers were aggressive now, his movements were erratic. Although you were close to an orgasm, it almost felt like he was trying to force one out of you; something that you didn’t think was possible. A moment later you started coming; your face contorted, and your eyes briefly shut. Your hips bucked up, and Dean continued to finger you through your orgasm. “Fuck.” You breathed out, your chest rising and falling. He removed his fingers from your cunt, and you already missed them inside of you. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean.

“More delicious than I pictured.” He said. “Can’t wait for you to cum around my cock.” He smirked. This was going to be a long night for sure.

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[poisonedprose]

hii i saw that thing about you guys being ashamed about thinking of leon using a knife on you and then you said “i am even more ashamed to admit how many times ive almost written this”

please you literally need to write something like oh my god the way you write stuff is amazing and im sure that if you did write something like that it would be so good and sheet grabbing even if it’s something short 𖦹☆

₊˚✧ slice — in which leon fucks you with his knife after work

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 1k words, smut, @spideychai i know you dont read much smut but it only felt right to tag you, inspired by this post, pet names (princess, love, good girl, slut), curse words, pwp, kinda ooc, bit of sadism, bit of dacryphilia, bondage, leons a tiny but drunk, (bloody) knife obvi, mentions of killing, sir kink

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Leon had a habit of taking his pent up anger and stress out on you. He would fuck you dumb with his fingers until you were sobbing and begging for his cock to fill you up. He loved the way you bucked your hips with your wrists tied to the bedpost, just aching to feel his hard cock throb against the walls of your dripping cunt. He loved when your mind went all hazy when he shoved his whole length in your cunt without warning, chuckling sadistically at the way you almost came the second you felt his thick cock.

This time was different though. He came home from work angrier than you've ever seen him. He didn't even greet you as he walked past you, just heading straight to the fridge and pulling out an ice cold beer. He practically chugged the bottle, leaving the empty, save for a few drops, bottle on the counter before finally acknowledging you. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered and you'd be an idiot not to comply. 

He grabbed another beer before following you into the bedroom, watching your ass as you walked. You sat on the bed without having to be told, he sipped on his beer as he thought about what he wanted to do to you. The smirk on your face told you, you wouldn’t be getting off easy tonight. He stood in front of you as you sat on the bed. 

He looked down on you, his gaze was almost condescending but, fuck, his lustful eyes were too gorgeous to ignore. His gloved hand caressed your cheek, sliding down your face to hold your chin, his bottle of beer still in his other hand. He takes a sip, his gaze immediately falls back on you after he does. "You know the drill." He instructs in a raspy voice, lust mixed with alcohol was always a sexy combination for him, especially when he didn't change out of his work uniform or remove any of his gear.

You began to undress per his orders. Your clothes fall into a nice pile on the floor. You lay back on the bed, goosebumps forming on your bare skin and your nipples hardening. He gets on the bed as well, putting his beer on the nightstand. He sat on his knees as he hovered above you, one of his knees between your legs, dangerously close to your cunt. He brushes some of your hair out of your face as he lightly drags his fingers over your clit.

His fingers were slow as they caress your puffy clit. Quiet moans left your sultry lips. You waited for the moment he plunged his thick digits into your glistening hole but he never did. There was a devilish smirk on Leon's face, he was plotting something. He pulls his fingers away from your clit, dragging them up your body, leaving a trail of your slick up your body. His fingers land at your mouth, silently, he instructs you to suck. His knee replaces his fingers, pushing up into you to keep you wet for him.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers wishing it was his cock. He smiles at your obedience, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and giving you a praiseful kiss on your cheek. He was eerily quiet but the mystery was what excited you the most. He reaches to his chest, grabbing his knife out of its holster. The blade of the knife was covered in blood. Something about seeing Leon holding his knife that was probably used to kill countless enemies, even still being covered in blood, excited you and terrified you at the same time.

He wipes the blade on his dark blue shirt, the staining not very noticeable. "Open your legs, princess." His voice was softer than it was before, basically telling you there was still time to back out. You opened your legs wider with no hesitation, enjoying the switch up of the normal routine. He leans over and spits on your cunt, rubbing the liquid all over your pussy for more lubrication. 

You gasp when you feel the cold handle of his knife run between your folds. You grip the sheets between your fingers as he teases your entrance. Your hips buck and he's quick to hold your hips down with his other hand. "Leon..." You whine breathlessly to which his smirk widens. "Yes, my love? Is something wrong?" He asks cockily as he continues to tease you.

You whine again, knowing he was deliberately fucking with you but the new, foreign feeling felt too good to risk, so you just stayed quiet. "Yeah, gonna be quiet like a good girl?" He leans over and whispers in your ear, followed by kissing your neck. You nod, keeping quiet beside your moans as he finally stops teasing you and slides the handle of the knife into your soaked cunt. 

He leans back and watches your face contort in pleasure and your back arch as you shove your head into the pillow beneath you. "Oh, fuck," He chuckles lowly, his laugh full of breath. "Look at you." He praises, watching with an amused smile. "This feel good, slut? Hm?" You nod incoherently as you push yourself deeper into his knife. "Yeah, bet it does." His free hand rubs over your abdomen before his thumb starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. 

"Bet my cock would feel even better? Wouldn't it, love?" He smirks and for a split second, you actually believe he might not tease you all night as you approach your orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes!" You moan like a pornstar, embarrassingly close to your release. "That's too bad." He chuckles quietly as he stops all pleasure, removing his thumb from your clit and pulling the knife away from you. 

You whine, disappointed that he was denying your orgasm. "Be a good girl and I'll go easy on you." He promises in a sinful tone as he drags the blade of the knife across your boobs. "Got it?" He asks, still fiddling with the knife that’s being dragged all over your body. "G-Got it, sir."

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[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Flirting with death.

Pairing: Male Wednesday addams x reader

Warnings: Sword fighting with real dangerous swords, Flirting, Kissing, Blood kink? Kinda yandere Wednesday. Mi Alma: my soul.

The world seemed to fade as you stared into his coal eyes, a tiny lift of his corner lip reserved for you alone. The room is silent as if holding its breath, walls watching impatiently for the fight to begin. He was ready and so were you.

A creak above and your swords clashed together. "it's disgustingly cute that you think you have a chance." Wednesday tilted his head slowly, a faint teasing undertone in his normal deadpanned voice. "Aw you think im cute." you purred, using all your strength and pushing him back before lunging at him, aiming for his stomach, like you thought he merely stepped to the side, avoiding your thrust all together.

"Is that all you got Mi Alma?" he asked, walking back to give you time to attack him. You grunted softly "Not quite." and pulled out your blade from the wall it got stuck in. You advanced once more this met with a parry, and this continued for a while, till sweat slowly trailed off your body, Wednesday was unfazed, of course. "Done so soon?" Wednesday taunted, emotionlessly, positioning his sword up and placing one arm behind his back. "Nah, where's the fun in that." you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and got up from your kneeling position. "Pity." he hummed, and unexpectedly striking, missing your neck by a hair, you gasped as you parried his stabs and swings, each one getting stronger.

You had to think of something! His sword swung at your legs when your idea struck you. Jumping and landing on his sword below you. "Touché." You smirked at his stuck form as you pointed your sword in his face. Pride bloomed in your chest for the first time, you won but that feeling withered away as a big smile graced your boyfriend's lips, he only smiled that way when he was about to torture someone. Suddenly he yanked his weapon out from under your feet, knocking you and your blade down, the hard barely carpeted floor met your butt, and a wave of pain shot throughout your body, "Get up, Mi Alma." Wednesday order, and you slowly obeyed, the cold metal of the sword laid flat against your cheek as you stood up. With a flick of his wrist, his blade sliced a bit of your cheek, so fast you barely had time to hiss in pain. The weapon dropped to the floor beside your feet as Wednesday, stepped closer to you gracefully and wiped the small flow of blood away, "Wednesday?" you questioned softly, his ebony eyes focused on your wound, unreadable like always. "Red is an exquisite color on you." He muttered, spreading your blood upon your lips like lipstick before he kissed you, with a passion you hadn't known that he had. The overwhelming taste of iron and a little bit of faded mint made you cringe yet you allowed his pink muscle to swirl around yours, locked in a battle of their own. When you pulled away, a tinted pink string of saliva connected you to Wednesday before it snapped as he smiled again, "I can't wait to cover you in red, Mi Alma."

[lis-likes-fics]

Yoga Partners

Pairings: Marc Spector x Reader, mentions of Steven Grant x Reader & Jake Lockley x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Kink: Floor Sex Warnings: NSFW, fingering, p in v, multiple orgasms, swearing (a lot of 'fuck's), creampie... A/N: I kinda wrote this really quickly but I had fun with it cuz it's actually like....really vanilla and really sweet? Idk, enjoy!

Marc leans against the door frame, strong arms folded over his chest as he stares appreciatively. He watches you stretch, knees tucked under you as you reach up above your head on a yoga mat. He watches your muscles tense and relax as you take in those slow, deep breaths that make your chest and back rise and fall smoothly.

After a while, you change, pulling your legs from under you. You rise up on your hands and feet, to the tips of your toes in a downward dog.

Marc sighs with a smile, shaking his head gently as he blows a second breath out. "Woof," he mumbles.

You chuckle, "Are you just going to stand there and stare like a pervert, or are you going to join me?"

He shrugs a shoulder, shucking his jacket from his arms and tossing it onto the bed behind you. "Don't mind if I do."

When he comes up behind you, he sets his hand on the ample round of your butt and smooths his palm there. You roll your eyes but continue holding as you focus your breathing in a steady in and out.

He smacks it lightly. "Marc," you scold playfully with a little chuckle. "Either join me or I'll ask Steven to do it."

He grumbles under his breath and kneels down to the floor.

"Lay on your stomach," you say as you do the same. He follows your instructions and copies you. "Hands by your side, lift your upper body slowly."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him starting a pushup. You roll your eyes and laugh, moving out of your position to fix him. "No! This is yoga, we are not exercising."

"Well, you basically said do a pushup, so I did a pushup," he shrugs. You push him back down gently and fix his stance to do it properly. As you place your hand on his chest and ease him up slowly, he struggles a little. "You know, I'm not that flexible."

"Funny," you giggle, "Steven is."

"Jake isn't."

"Well, Jake also lives in a perpetual hunch so…" He laughs. "Maybe I should get Steven. He's my yoga partner anyway."

Marc shoots you a mock dirty. "Steven's asleep."

"Aw," you sigh, smoothing your hand along his back as you have him hold the position. "I guess I'll have to settle for the…second best."

He scoffs and turns his head to look at you. "Second best?" You don't look him in the eyes as you shrug. "I'll show you second best."

In the next second, you yelp as he practically tackles you to the floor, pinning you under his body as he takes hold of your wrists in a gentle grip. You laugh heartily as he leans over you, he watches with a fond smile.

"I can still pin your ass."

You lean forward and kiss the tip of his nose. "You're right, my big, strong man."

He shakes his head and bends down to kiss you. He captures your lips, and you smile against them.

"Don't patronize me," he teases.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him back down, curling your fingers into his hair and pulling gently. His lips strayed from yours, finding your neck and your collarbone and column of your throat. He kisses you gently, dedicatedly, listening to your light sighs.

"I love you, baby," he whispers into your skin. You smile wide, looking at him through hooded eyes as you hold him closer.

You guide your fingers through his hair, watching his eyes flutter at the feeling as you pet him slowly. "I love you, too."

He kisses you again, a little fraction of his weight dropping down some more on your body. You take it in stride, spreading your legs apart to give him a place to lay. He settles there as you continue to embrace, too loving and too gentle and too happy to just lay there and kiss.

A tiny gasp escapes you when he grinds his hips. It's a small motion, hardly noticeable, like an involuntary jerk. But it fuels Marc's sudden eagerness as he does it again, a little more voluntary this time. A stifled moan rises from your throat and he's hooked.

He takes hold of your hips, steadying you as he moves with a new goal. You can feel that goal growing between his legs and pressing into your thigh, and you sigh at the mere idea.

You feel his hand dip under the waistband of your leggings, hooking his fingers around it and pulling it down to reveal your panties. "Are you gonna be wet for me?" he asks, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You hum, "Maybe."

His hand dips into your underwear and brushes your clit on the way to your pussy, his finger slipping between your folds thoughtfully. He just hums before delving his thick finger inside of you. You moan gently at the feeling, and he appreciated your warmth as you fluttered around him sensitively.

One of your hands left his hair to grip his arm, especially when he added a second finger and began massaging them inside you, slow and measured in a skilled manner. Your back arched into him on a curl of his fingers. "Ahh, Marc," you mutter.

"S'that feel good, baby?" he hums beside your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe. You nod meekly. "You want more?"

You nod again, breathing a heavy breath, "Please?"

His hand speeds up, the rhythm of his thrusts moving to bring you to the edge of ecstasy. You moaned, the sound almost whiney as you gripped his arm and tugged at his dark hair.

You feel his thumb brush your clit and you gasp, clenching around his fingers and whispering his name again. You wrap your legs around his waist and keen into his touch as he keeps touching you. You shudder when you cum, the feathery pleasure rattling through your body.

"Mm-Marc," you moan.

"Yeah, you like that?" he mutters, watching you cum with pleasure of his own, his eyes blown wide with lust and hunger. "You look so pretty when you cum, baby."

You smile at his sweetness, moaning into his mouth as you bring him down for a kiss. He goes in for two.

Marc lightly smacks the side of your ass, and you turn over onto your stomach with his hand on your waist. He folds his body to yours, kissing the back of your neck and leaning forward to put you on your knees.

He reaches for your hands, intertwines them with his on top to swallow yours whole. He keeps kissing you, any skin exposed to him is free game as he removes his shorts and underwear with one hand.

"Take off your shirt," you tell him, a gentle command as you glance over your shoulder.

He laughs lightly. "You want me naked, babygirl?"

"Well, duh."

"Okay, well, I'm taking this off, too," he says, snapping your sports bra against your side.

And he does. He gets rid of his shirt first, stretches of soft and smooth and scarred skin revealed in the light of the room as he strips you of your bra. His hands smooth over your back, feeling every inch of your skin as he rounded to the front to knead your breasts.

You feel him pressing against your thigh and clench around nothing at the thought. You reach behind you, your fingers brushing his tip as you take him into your hand and pump him in your palm. Marc hums lightly, wrapping a large hand around your smaller one and encouraging it up and down the length of his cock.

After a moment, he removes your hand, guiding you back into your former pose so your hands support you. He pumps his cock a couple more times, and you hold your breath when you feel him poke at your wet pussy. Slowly, he pushes inside and you feel your breath stop short in your lungs as he enters you inch by inch.

When he’s fully seated, you let out a deep sigh. You mutter his name and he grunts in your ear when your pussy flutters around him. He kisses the back of your shoulder, one hand wrapped around your chest and groping your breast as the other holds him up. Slowly, he rocks the both of your back and forth, a gentle sway that begins a steady rhythm in and out of you. Your breath hitches as your eyes fall shut at the feeling.

The drag of his cock is agonizingly slow as he eases in and out of you. After a while, you grow impatient as you moan. “Marc…” He hums deeply, the sound reverberating in his chest before a hiss as you clench around his cock. “More.”

“More?” he asks, holding you tighter. “You want more?”

“Yes, please,” you reply.

“Okay. You can have more.” He nods, unwrapping his arm from your chest in favor of guiding you forward until your hands reach above your head, palms to the floor and ass in the air. Marc straightens up, his hands roaming your back a moment before he grips your hips firmly and begins to set a different pace.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he praises, eyes closed as his hips thrusts into you. You duck your head between your arms, resting it against the mat underneath you as you feel the way he rocks into you. His pace is steady, a measured in and out movement that you can feel slowly building with Marc’s desperation as you continue to squeeze around him. “Fuck, I’m tryna be gentle here, baby.”

You grip the edge of the mat between your fingers, your breath heavier in your lungs than it was before as you shake your head. “Don’t,” you tell him with a cocky grin. “We already stretched.”

Marc is going to lose his mind. He grips your waist in his large hands as he begins to fuck you, pushing you forward onto the floor while he keeps your ass high in the air to fuck your pussy how he likes. He’s rough and fast as he has you gasping for air as you cry out for him. His hips snap into you with a ferocity he displays in stressful life as well. He’ll likely make it up to you later, a slow fuck in bed before he went to sleep and let Steven take over. Steven, who would likely also give you a nice slow fuck after just because you look so beautiful. Unless he goes absolutely ballistic and decides to fuck you into the bed, too.

Marc grips your ass and your hips and any skin he can find, grabby like a man who’s never touched a woman before and is just amazed by the way they feel. He grunts and groans, dark and deep sounds that fill the room with your high-pitched whines as he continues to pound into you.

“M-Marc!” you gasp. “Fuck, feels good.”

He’s just as out of breath as you feel when he responds. “Yeah? You like that? You like when I fuck you into the floor like this?”

You nod, holding the mat tighter and fluttering around him helplessly. “Yess, ‘s fuckin’ ama-zing.”

He chuckles at the way your words slur together, punctuated by harsh thrusts that make you stutter. He leans his head back, his lips parting as a few loud breaths leave his chest. “Fuck, you feel so fucking perfect, baby. Perfect for me.”

You preen under his praise, shuddering when his hands caressing your naked body. But you whine and whimper when he pulls out of you. Marc sighs as he smacks your side lightly, flipping you back onto your back as he immediately bends down and starts kissing you, his mouth all over your body to taste your skin. He encourages your legs over his shoulders, effectively folding you in half and making you moan loudly when he thrusts into you again. His hips snap into you quickly and you feel like you’ll bust if he keeps going.

You reach up and grab his face, pulling his forehead against yours and ignoring the ache in your thighs when you do so. The sounds of your heavy breathing and his hips slapping against your wet pussy fill the room, and it’s absolutely filthy as you continue to moan for him.

When his thumb finds your throbbing clit once more, your eyes flutter as you whine almost pathetically. “Ahh, fuck,” you curse, pulling his closer. “Fuck, you’re gonna…make me cum.”

He nods, rubbing your clit harder and loving the way your arousal has coated your inner thighs and his, making you absolutely wet and soaked and giving him a much easier advantage with your clit. “Cum for me, baby. Then I’ll cum for you.”

He isn’t rough with your clit, he’s hardly ever rough with your clit. Marc is always insistent whenever it comes to it, he rubs fast circles that build you up so quickly and it makes your head swarm. That’s what he does now, building you up and up and up until you come crashing down with a loud cry of pleasure, which blinds you and has you calling Marc’s name like a forgotten deity.

“Marc! Fuck, I’m cumming,” you whimper loudly. You clench down around him, fluttering uncontrollably as you suck him in.

He keeps fucking you, fast and rough and deep and a little louder as you orgasm pushes him closer to his own edge. He doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, even after you’ve come down. You squirm as the aftershocks of pleasure sting, but he’s so attune to your body that it doesn’t take long for it to ease and return to that blossoming pleasure in your belly.

Marc’s free hand smooths up the underside of your leg and you whimper a little when he moves it even further, spreading you wider to get a deeper angle inside of you. He curses under his breath, catching your lips quickly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You squeeze harder. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

His cock twitches inside of you, and you bring him into another kiss. He cums inside of you, gripping your thigh tight and trying to keep his rhythm on your clit as he grunts loudly. “Fuck!” he nearly shouts. “Fuck, babygirl. You’re fucking perfect.”

He flicks his wrists as you join him in another orgasm, moaning weakly as you gush around him. He keeps fucking into you as you both cum, though his thrusts are choppy and short. He grinds his cock deep inside of you, and you both catch your breaths as the last waves of pleasure rock through you.

You sigh longingly, whining when he pulls out of you and whining again when he lets your legs down and you feel the way they ache from being up for so long. You kiss Marc again, and he opens his eyes to look at you. “I love you,” you assure him.

Marc smiles, a slow one that slowly consumes his face with a too-fond expression. He kisses your lips and the corner of your mouth and then your forehead and you feel warm inside at the affection. “I love you, too, baby,” he says. “Love you so much.”

“Good,” you sigh. “Now it’s time to shower. I’m fucking soaked.”

He laughs heartily, sitting up and holding out a hand to ease you up as well. “No kidding.” He glances at the both of you, cum covering your thighs and his and leaving you with a big mess to clean. “We’ll have to do this floor thing again, though.”

You pat his chest, already walking away as you smile fondly, letting him trail after you like a puppy. “Mhm.”

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[the-rio-grande-duran]

Killer and the Sweetheart

Part Two

TW: Knives, killing, blood, dubcon, kinda cnc, some other shit probably

Summary: Serial Killer! Eddie x Virgin! Reader 18+Serial Killer Eddie murders some bullies and Reader is there. I had a dream like this end it would not let me be so here ya go. is very sloppy

The screaming really wasn't necessary.

The lights had been flickering all night. It was just a matter a time for them to crap out entirely. A few thuds join the shrieks as the other girls apparently run directly into each other.

" Ow!-Shut up.- What's happening?!!- Seriously shut up you're yellling like right in my ear!"

This could be it. You could finally escape, slip out the back door and just drive. I mean you wouldn't even be here if Anna didn't need a ride. But judging by chorus groans and breaking glass they might not last the night.

" Anna. Anna! I'm gonna go find the breaker."

"But it's dark!"

"Yeah well we can't just sit here. I'll be back."

You stub your toe about a 1,000 times on the way to the basement. Hand against the wall find your way. The box is cool and sticky. Sticky?

Another scream from upstairs. Different. Scared.

You flip the switch stumbling back to the door. Blood smeared hands struggle against the door. The screams are louder now. You can even make out some words. Strange nonsensical apologies. Promises to stop.

Why the fuck are they apologizing? They're the ones being... murdered. Jesus Christ you're listening to people being murdered. You retreat to the breaker box and wait.

It takes forever for the screams to stop. The silence that remains makes your ears ring. You almost miss the door open. You manage to flip the switch just as it opens.

"Oh, we playing hide-n-seek sweetheart?", a man's voice teases from the stairs.

Your heart is threatening to give you away. It screams louder at every thundering step. You've never felt like this. Terror setting every nerve ending on fire. You fight back a scream. Practically drawing blood as you bite down on your tongue.

There's a scraping sound against the wall. Slow. Teasing.

"You don't have to be scared of me you know."

The sound is practically forced out of you. A choked out whine of derision and disbelief. The footsteps stop.

“It’s true. I only play with people I know. People who deserve it.”

Your body betrays you again. An unwanted throb at the harshness in his voice. Jesus, you’re pathetic the most attention you’ve gotten from a man is being murdered. 

“Aw don’t get shy on me now. Where’s those pretty noises?”

You bite down too hard at that, gasping in pain. He’s too close now his steps within arms reach.

“ There she is”

The light clicks on above you. 

He’s looking down at you. Big, wide eyes boring into you. Dark and searching like he’s looking straight into your soul. An angel of death. Soaked in blood and wreathed in light.

You come back to your senses too slow, fumbling with the heavy wrench you’d grabbed. His hands snatch your wrist. Heaving rings biting into your flesh. He moves fast shoving you to the floor roughly. Your head hits the cement with a crack, tears springing to your eyes. 

“Don’t-”

You cut him off. Teeth connecting with whatever part of him you can reach. Pulling and tearing like an animal in panic. You bring your free arm to the hand holding the knife. Shoving it as far from you as possible. You stay like this struggling blindly in a mess of limbs. Clothes tear. Skin bleeds. And soon he’s shaking against you. Laughing.

Then it’s over. He shifts so his full weight is straddling you as he shoves his knife beneath your chin. His other hand pins both your arms above you. You buck underneath him furiously. Desperate. 

“ Hey, hey easy there Killer”, his knife skates just shy of your cheek. “ I told you I don’t wanna hurt you. But you keep squirming around like that I could… slip.”  The knife is at your chest now right above your heart. “Now I’m gonna let your arms go but you can’t scratch me. Got it?”

“ Why don’t you want to hurt me?”

His smile changes then not the teasing smirk from the moment before. Something soft and surprised. “ I told you I only kill people who deserve it. You don’t deserve it. Do you?”

You shake your head. Mouth going dry from something that’s not quite fear.  “Good”, he starts wiping some tears away. You gasp again surprised at the gentleness. “ You really do make such pretty noises.” You snap your legs shut at that trying to tamp down the heat inbetween there.

“Trying to buck me off again Killer? And here I thought we were getting close”, he growls bringing the knife back to your throat.

“No. No not I-” 

“You what? “, the knife draws a tiny bead of blood.

“You know I think I’d rather die”

The laugh is sweet enough to make your heart ache. 

“ Strange time to make a joke. Did I break your little brain there Killer?”, he says rapping your forehead.

“ Don’t think you’re in the position to call someone else strange Sweetheart “

That laugh again. It has no right sounding that cute.

“ I think I can do whatever I want in this position”, the last words are whispered straight in your ear.

“So what do you want?”

His lips taste like blood. But they’re soft, and so easy to lean into. His hand tightens on your wrists rings cold and harsh. Panic and arousal fill your stomach in equal measure. Knowing there’s nothing you can do if you want this to stop. He pulls away and you chase after him missing the contact. He laughs again bringing the knife to the hem of your shirt. Splitting it in two. You shove against him then panic winning out. 

“Don’t like it?”, You could swear there’s a flash of concern as he says it.

“ I've n-never”  

“ Is that what your little wiggles are? And here I thought you were trying to get away.” Fingers skate down your stomach making you shiver. “ But you wanna get closer”

You go for the same spot you bit earlier. Earning a yelp of pain and surprise. 

“How’s that for close”

“Not good enough”, the knife is cool between your thighs as he reaches beneath your skirt. You still at once terrified he’ll cut you here of all places. But he’s careful as ever freeing you from your panties with intense precision. 

“Fuck me, have you been this wet the whole time?” you clamp your legs down on his hand embarrassed. Not wanting him to go further. “Uh uh, Killer can’t go back on me now. Your whine is pitiful. You know you can’t deny him. 

“Please, please just be gentle with me.”

 “No.”

[thollandneedy]

Money make her smile-Nathan Drake

A/n: I don't know where that came from, but i love it

Warnings: Kinda smut

Summary: Y/n and Nathan likes to play with money in bed

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Bags of money fell to the floor, while shoes made the same heavy noises against the hardwood floor. 

- "Come up," Nathan asked, feeling the weight of his girlfriend's body fall into his strong arms that pressed her against the wall of his apartment.

 The lust was palpable with his hands, as was the sensation of the money bills spilling against the mattress in Nathan Drake's apartment. The light was off, but had been turned on by a spoken command from the older man, who was using consensual force on his girlfriend Y/n.

The brunette, after getting his wish for the discovery he had been looking for, had his life turned upside down. However, few people knew about his achievement, as it was too great to be shared with the media, which could also bring him danger. His life was still the same as ever, but now he was a millionaire.

- "What's all this?" the woman asked, feeling the warm air of the brunette's breath against her neck.

- "Money," he says, eliciting a short laugh from the woman wrapped in a black fabric as a short dress.

- "As far as I know, money should stay in the bank." The woman comments, being carried to the mattress with several banknotes scattered against the sheet. 

Her back fell slightly against the soft mattress, lowering her dress, which was almost turning into a mini-skirt. When her boyfriend stopped her, one of his hands touched her wrist, placing it above her head and holding it tightly. 

-"Do you remember how you once told me that you wished you had so much money to use even in bed so that you could cover yourself up?" the man in the white blouse asks, positioning his body between her legs, who responds with a silent nod.

The girl looks away, takes a 100-dollar bill in one of her hands, and drops it again. Her mouth is glossed with a smug smile. Her other free hand was held tightly above her head, along with her other hand, which was also still. His chest was heaving with desire, and his lap already seemed to miss human contact. 

- "And what's your idea, Nate?" the woman asked, moving her hips in an attempt to make even the slightest contact with his lap.

- "Do you trust me?" the brunette asked, moving his body closer to hers, the tip of his nose touching hers.

- With my whole body." Y/n said, without even imagining what he was trying to do with it. 

Slowly, her wrists loosened and were released after turning red. The figure of her boyfriend slid down from above her, as if he wanted to show her how much authority he had. The man picked up the tie that was lying on the bedroom floor, crouching down to pick it up and breathing to himself as he looked at the fabric in his hands.

- "Close your eyes, love." The man asks, getting up and walking over to the woman, who sits on the bed with her legs stretched out, her chest thrust forward and her torso firm as her hands clench on the mattress.

The woman closes her eyes, feeling the fabric meet her eyes. The woman groans in response, grunting as she realizes that her vision is no longer clear because of the tie. Nate put a little force into her body, allowing her to fall backwards and laugh softly. Slowly, the strap of her dress was pushed aside, and she felt only the warm, wet kisses of her boyfriend, which descended with fervor to her covered breasts. It seemed as if he was trying his best to seduce you, and tease you in every way until you lost control of what you still seemed to have. 

The girl's dress was thrown away, and now her body was partially exposed. Her breasts, drafted by the cold, seemed to be begging to be sucked. The brunette smiled to himself, convinced that she was enjoying everything he had prepared, and then his warm tongue was felt between the nipples of her breasts. Each time he felt her tremble, his penis stiffened, even causing a certain discomfort as he sucked her. The woman put her fingers between the older man's cold brown ones, moaning softly as she felt him suck her harder, while the man's saliva fell like a tear against her warm body.

-Nate...- The woman moaned, closing her legs on top of each other, trying to ease the pleasure she was feeling and couldn't stop at the moment. 

Nathan quickly removes his mouth from his girlfriend's, tidying up the arch between her legs that had formed. Without Y/n noticing, he takes out a 50-dollar bill, sliding it between the girl's breasts and shivering at the feel of the cold linen. Money might seem like power to some, and status to others.

For Nathan Drake, money was nothing more than a way to fulfill his dreams and those of his girlfriend. For her, there was no such thing as "no" when it came to spending money at the mall, or even other random desires she might have.

-"Is this good?" Nate slid the green banknote across her exposed belly, tracing the line of her waist until he could find her legs. 

-"Uh-huh." The girl tilts her head to the side, exposing the neck that would be marked with pink and purple colors later.

The black panties she was wearing were only a few steps away from being removed, but they were also part of the fun that Nathan was proposing for Y/n. The explorer took off his shirt, leaving a silent pause for a minute, and again the cold, thin money passed through his body, making her shiver. Its underside is carefully removed, as if it were about to tear. Once again, the paper is slid between her legs, up her thighs.

-"I thought only feathers caused this sensation," she says, trying to close her legs, which don't open quickly due to her boyfriend controlling her movements.

-"Everything can be used, love." The brunette says, watching his girlfriend's hair stand up as soon as she feels him on the underside of her exposed thighs.

-"I want you to fuck me, right here, right now," Y/n said as if it were a request Nathan would never refuse.

-Really? Won't you let me play with you a little longer?" the man mouthed, receiving no answer. "You win, baby." the brunette said, climbing back onto her body and taking off the tie that had been used to blindfold her. "I'm all yours"

[heeseungsnewwhore]

“Praise”

Kinktober Day 3

❥ oneshot

Pairing: Sunghoon x Sunoo

Rating: 18+, mdni

Genre: Kinktober

Warning Tags: vamp!enha, vamp!SunSun, BxB, M×M, so it's gay, Sunoo is a menace, Sunghoon is a simp, mild dirty talk, oral, oral masturbation¿, mutual Masturbation maybe, unestablished relationship, feelings are mutual, they do stuff like this more often than not, it gets kinda dirty, if you don’t like graphic MxM please do not read, enjoy 🩸

A/N: MASS KINKTOBER UPDATE COMING TONIGHT AND TOMORROW. STAY TUNED

“Hiii…”

Sunghoon looks up from the book in his lap, peeking above his glasses to see a sleepy Sunoo trudging down the stairs. Smiling at the scene of the groggy man.

“About time.” He teases the other and Sunoo throws him a nasty look before coming and plopping down on the couch across from him.

“Where’s everyone else?” He looks around with a yawn.

“They went out to get things for the party. I figured the whole 5 of them didn’t need me.” Sunghoon adds before glancing back up at the other.

“I would’ve liked to go.” The younger vampire pouts, now rubbing his eyes.

“Well they tried to wake you, and you bit one of them so.” Sunghoon chuckles before Sunoo is clasping his hands over his own cheeks.

“Oh no! Who did I bite!?”

As Sunoo asks, Sunghoon raises a hand, never looking up from his book, revealing the bite mark between his thumb and his index. Sunoo gave another little gasp, now leaving the couch and getting down on his knees where the other was sitting. Pouting as he looked at the man’s hand to inspect it.

“Maybe I was hungry?” Sunoo offered the other a sheepish smile as he takes the older man’s hand.

“It’s fine Sunoo- It didn’t really hurt-“

“We’re all alone, right?” Sunoo suddenly cuts the other off, now staring at his hand.

“…Yeah?” Sunghoon answers glancing to him for a moment. “…Hungry?”

“Little bit ~ Jay can’t complain about my appetite if he’s not here…And I did just crawl out of bed…”Sunoo is giving the other that smile again, an almost pleading look in his eyes.

Sunghoon can’t help but reciprocate the smile. “Go ahead then.”

Happily, Sunoo takes the others wrist into his mouth. Sinking his fangs down onto a vein that was begging to be punctured. Closing his eyes with a soft hum as he fed. Sunghoon’s gaze going to linger over the other. Mostly staring at the soft lips that were now on him. Finding himself completely immersed until Sunoo is slowly raising his gaze to look at the other vampire. There’s something in his eyes that has Sunghoon quickly looking away. The younger muffling a giggle against the others skin before he’s pulling away from the his wrist. Licking his lips before licking at the fang wound.

“There’s not enough coming out of here…Can I do it somewhere else?” He asks as he’s fiddling with the large man’s fingers , Sunghoon giving a small hum as he thought.

“I don’t know- Are you going to behave yourself?” He teases and Sunoo throws him another look.

“Since when do you complain?” The younger rolls his eyes before climbing up to straddle the other man’s lap, catching him off guard. His book tumbling to the floor and Sunoo giving him an amused grin as he drapes his arms over broad shoulders. “Would you really consider this misbehaving~?”

Sunghoon is glancing away from the other, clearing his throat all too obviously as Sunoo giggles once again.

“Sunghoon~…Come on, We’re alone…” He whines. “You can look at me…I like it when you look at me.” He’s playing a hand down over the others chest now.

The vampire finally giving in to show the other his face again. If his heart could beat anything like it used to, it’d be ready to fly out of his chest. There was just something in the way Sunoo looked at him, especially now.

“You like me that much?”

“You know already, Sunoo…” Sunghoon’s hands are finally moving to hold the others waist. Gripping at his sides a few times before letting his hands travel up and about the others body, making him shiver.

“A-And you know how I feel too…”

“Yeah.. Yeah, I do.”

Sunoo’s hands that were at the others chest had begun to fiddle with one of the buttons on the olders shirt.

“They’re going to be gone for a bit, right?” He asks suddenly and Sunghoon simply nods, never taking his eyes away from the other. “Mkay…”

Sunoo’s words are soft, quiet. Those wandering hands now slowly beginning to unbutton the others shirt. Completely exposing the expanse of his collarbone, his chest, almost his entire front. Biting his lip as he glides his hands over the smooth skin, Sunghoon’s breath hitching in his throat for a moment. The older now moving to take off his glasses, before there’s a set of lips already claiming his. Sunoo knew when Sunghoon removed his glasses, all else was fair game. The older vampire moving that hand now to tangle his fingers in the hair at the youngers nape.

The action was simple.

Sweet.

Just a soft trading of lips between the two. Their hands just enjoying the feel of the other that was underneath them. Sunoo's hands still exploring Sunghoon's exposed front, as he in return had begun to slide his hands underneath the others shirt. Gently playing his fingertips over the soft skin. Sunoo couldn't help but smile against the man's lips as they kissed. Sunghoon had always been so delicate with him. So gentle, so loving. The way he touched him, the way he kissed him, the way he practically nurtured him. Sunghoon's feelings couldn't have been more obvious to him, but they still liked the absolute cover of privacy before they were ever like this. It was a lot less stressful than stealing kisses around the house they all shared, or trying to sneak back and forth between each others rooms in the night. It was a big place, yeah. But not quite big enough to keep them hidden for long. It also became increasingly difficult to keep their minds clear especially since there would always be one vampire or another that would be catching a glimpse into the others thoughts. Telepathy was a commonly shared ability among their kind and sometimes Sunghoon was the one to let his thoughts almost get the best of him. It especially didn't help when Sunoo would outwardly do something that he knew Sunghoon couldn't help but react to.

"Hey Sunghoon?" The younger murmurs.

"Mm?"

"I'm still kinda hungry…”

"I told you go ahead, Sunoo." Sunghoon can't help but chuckle as he's pulling away from the kiss. "You just woke up. Get your fill.”

Sunoo can't help but beam as he takes his fingers to drag along the others neck. Leaving a blazing trail along the territory of flesh he intended to sink his fangs into. He offers a soft thank you to the other before leaning in, and does just that. Gently sinking his fangs into the others neck. They had often been scolded about feeding from each other, as vampires in general, due to the effects it could have on their mental state. But Sunghoon and Sunoo were different. They were always able to feed from the other without an issue. The two’s feelings had also formed long before feeding from each other could play a factor into their behavior.

“Don’t be afraid to take as much as you’d like, Sunoo…I can tell you’re holding back.” Sunghoon’s eyes fall closed as he lets a few hums escape his lips. But now those eyes are coming open to look to the other as he suddenly pulls away.

“Is Sunghoon asking me to be greedy?” Sunoo gives him a certain look that has the other laughing.

“Do you want to be greedy?” Sunghoon challenges and there’s a faint blush on Sunoo’s cheeks as he smiles.

“I always want to be greedy with you…” He says shyly, but the look in his eyes told the older something else.

“Then be greedy with me, Sunoo.”

Sunoo is biting his lip now. Glancing to the others neck before looking back up for their gazes to meet.

“You’re always so good to me Sunghoon…” Sunoo’s voice isn’t that much shy of a whisper as he leans back in to the others neck. This time sinking his fangs in deeper as he pulls more.

There’s something that Sunghoon swallows. A sound he refuses to let present itself just yet. His hands that were exploring, now settling on soft thighs. Rubbing up and down along the flesh as his fingertips played underneath the fabric. Pushing the legs of his shorts up as far as he could, earning a giggle from the other. The younger rolling his hips teasingly, finally getting a wounded groan from the man underneath him. The hands that were playing gently over his thighs, were now gripping them.

“Menace…”

“You enjoy it.” Sunoo hums as he’s licking a drool of blood that almost escaped his tongue. Latching right back onto his neck.

Sunghoon is loving every moment of it regardless of his words. His hands moving to explore the terrain of the others body once again. This time taking a hand all the way up to curl his fingers in chestnut locks. Earning a soft groan from the younger as he presses his body closer. As close as he can to be able to still feed from him. It’s just before Sunghoon’s other hand can travel around to grip the other elsewhere, that his phone rings. The both of them quickly looking over to see who had been calling him.

“It’s Jungwon.” Sunghoon looked over to Sunoo as the other sighs, propping an elbow on the older males shoulder with a huff. Resting his head in his palm now.

“He’s gonna owe me breakfast for this…” Sunoo pouts, and Sunghoon chuckles. Ruffling the others hair before bringing his hand down so he can drape his arm around his waist. Grabbing his phone with his free hand.

“Hello?” Sunghoon answers the phone.

‘Sunghoon-ah! Do you know if we still have all the stuff to make that punch Niki likes? He says we don’t but he can’t even remember the recipe.’

“I’ll go see- I know what it is.” Sunoo says as he finally climbs off of Sunghoon’s lap. Purposely stretching in front of the other in a way that’s more or less showing off his ass.

‘Oh, is Sunoo awake?’

“Yeah, he’s up now.” Sunghoon bites his lip as he leans forward to smack the other across the very ass he teases him with. The younger giggling and bounding off to the kitchen. “He’s going to see if we have everything.”

‘Ah, okay. When did he wake up?’

“Just a little while ago.” Sunghoon answers as he’s finally looking over the floor, finding the book he had dropped earlier.

‘Ah- Jake it’s gonna fall-! The displays aren’t for photos! Heeseung?!’

Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh hearing all the commotion in the background. Eyes flicking up to see Sunoo leaning against the wall holding an empty glass jar and a half eaten carton of fruit.

“Jungwon- We need sugar and cherries.”

‘Niki you couldn’t remember sugar and cherries?’

‘I don’t know what was in it I just drank it.’

Sunghoon hears the other sigh.

‘Okay hyung, thank you. Byyyye’

“Mm, byyyye.” Sunghoon mimics before hanging up, now sitting his phone back on the desk with his book. Before he could look back up, the younger vampire was already bounding back onto his lap. “Ah! Geez!”

Sunoo only chuckles, now taking a hold of the others chin to bring him to face him properly. Sunghoon now seeing the cherry that the other was presenting between his lips. Shooting the older vampire a suggestive look. There’s a smirk this time playing at Sunghoon’s lips as he takes the bait, going to take the cherry from the others mouth. Sunoo presses it into his mouth with his tongue. Watching with a satisfied smile as Sunghoon finishes the little piece of fruit, spitting the pit off somewhere across the room. His hands going back to the others hips as he pulls his body closer.

“I love it when you do things like that.”

“I know.” Sunoo giggles.

“You full?”

Sunoo hums, tilting his head to the side with a sweet smile. “I guess so…”

“Guess?”

“I ate plenty…” He answers as he plays a hand along the others exposed chest. “But I might still be feeling a bit greedy.”

“Yeah?”

Sunoo nods, giving the other a certain look that has Sunghoon swiping his tongue across his lips. Sunoo finally taking the others hands that were at his hips, and moving them around to rest over his ass. That in which Sunghoon was immediately groping handfuls of.

“Greedy for that…” He says in a pleasured sigh at the feeling. “Your hands on me. I love the way you touch me…” He presses back into the other vampires touch, humming softly at the attention, before Sunghoon is stealing needy kisses from his lips. “You make me feel so good…” He starts in between the advances of the others greedy lips. “Even with the way you kiss me.”

“I want to be the only one that makes you feel that way.”

“You know you already are, Sunghoon.”

“Do I..?” Sunghoon challenges and Sunoo is rolling his eyes as he pulls from the others lips.

“Don’t I always tell you? How I love everything you give me? How good you are when you give it to me~?” Sunoo plays right back and Sunghoon is groaning softly as he buries his face agaisnt the others neck. Letting out a shaky breath of a chuckle.

“Mhm…” He hums, finally letting his lips brush agaisnt the youngers neck. Beginning a blazing trail of kisses against the younger vampires skin. Earning himself another sigh of pleasure as Sunoo tilts his head back.

“How I love the way you fuck me…Your hand over my mouth so they don’t hear us at night…”

“S-Sunoo…”

“Mm~ the way you groan my name just like that- I love it when you say my name.” With every word, Sunghoon’s actions become more intense, more passionate against the smiling younger. “The way you say it when you’re fucking me,too~…” Sunoo bites his lips, groaning softly as Sunghoon’s kisses have turned into hungry love bites, and his hands are even rougher on his ass.

“I love giving you what you want…”

Sunoo couldn’t help but let those words travel straight to nether regions. Both hands now traveling to run his fingers through Sunghoon’s hair, rolling his hips to chase the friction that he knew the other was craving just as well.

“Then give me what I want, Sunghoon. I want to cum before they get back…I know it won’t be too much longer…So…” Sunoo’s words are cut short as Sunghoon’s erection is now being ground right against his own. “Mm~, use your hands on us~…Let’s have a little fun~”

It’s then, that Sunghoon is changing his grip on the other, and with the way he moves, Sunoo knows he’s about to stand with them. Or at least try. As Sunghoon moves to get up with the other, most likely to the bedroom, Sunoo is making him settle right back into the couch.

“Y-you want to do it here-? But-“

“What happened to giving me what I want?” Sunoo shushes the other as he presses a finger to his lips. “It’s not like you to tell me, no~” The younger sings as he is trailing a hand down over the others exposed chest. “I thought you wanted to please me, hm?” That same hand has now traveled down further now, palming over the the bulge in the older vampires slacks.

He watches with a smile as Sunghoon’s lips part to let out a rough moan- Pressing two fingers into his mouth as he does so, and Sunghoon readily takes them in. Swiping his tongue between the digits before he’s sucking. Sunoo giving a pleased hum as he bites his lip, enjoying the scene unfold.

“Oh~ You’re being so good for me now. Is it because I’m making you feel good?” He ponders with an innocent smile, tilting his head to the side cutely. Sunghoon nodding as he continues to let out quiet noises against the others digits. “Are you going to make me feel good too?”

Sunghoon nods again, more eagerly this time. Sunoo chuckling as he goes to pull his fingers away from the others mouth, Sunghoon sucking back on them as he drags them from between his lips. Sunoo loves these moments. There’s so many things that he would only ever know about Sunghoon. This side of him. The part of him that was ready to meet his every need without any hesitation. Sure Sunghoon would become cautious at times, but it usually didn’t take much from Sunoo after that to convince him.

“Arms.” Sunghoon says suddenly and Sunoo is complying just as obediently. Raising his arms for the other to pull his shirt up and off.

Sunghoon’s hands then are now traveling all over the exposed upper half of Sunoo’s body. Earning a soft moan from the younger as he tilts his head back. Eyes fluttering closed as he takes it all in. The way his fingers are dancing over every inch of exposed flesh he can touch. Thumbs grazing his nipples from time to time. Ghosting a gentle grip around his neck before bringing the hand back down to follow and trace another trail over his dips and curves.

“Your hands always feel so nice around me Sunghoon…You always touch me just right.” The other hums with a blissful smile at his lips. His hands coming to rest over Sunghoon’s as they lazily follow along with the searing trail he leaves over his skin. “I-I love it…”

“Of course you do~…” Sunghoon hums as he’s now leaning in to press a few soft kisses to the others neck. Inevitably sinking his fangs into his neck and the sound that comes out of Sunoo then has him groaning in return.

As he’s slowly beginning to feed from the other, Sunoo is gathering Sunghoon’s wandering hands and guiding them down to the trapped erection in his shorts. Sunghoon curling his fingers into the hem of the fabric to pull them down enough to free the others length. Sunoo doing the same for him as he’s freeing the other from his slacks. Their hands now wrapped around each other, giving slow, gentle strokes.

“Feels so good…Your hands…Ah~, and your fangs…All mine~” Sunoo whines as he’s carrying his free hand up to tangle in raven locks. Tugging gently from time to time when Sunghoon uses his thumb in a particular way over the slit of his cock.

For a moment, the two are just like that. Slow gentle fondling of each others cocks and Sunoo enjoying every sensation as Sunghoon drinks his fill. The older vampire in return, slowly unraveling merely at the way Sunoo speaks to him. He always has. He’s loved it from the moment they met. The way Sunoo would ever remind him of all the things he enjoyed from him. Even in the smallest things from taking care of him or helping him in any of their daily life. He gave Sunghoon an overwhelming sense of pride and he aimed to please the other as much as he could. Sunoo’s words were more than enough to have him like this, and their were times, despite his cool composure- That he was definitely not composed at all.

“More, Sunghoon…Give me more.”

And upon hearing the other’s words now, he’s pulling away from the others neck slowly. A string of blood and saliva connecting his bottom lip to the mess he left at the youngers skin. But he cleans it up with his tongue accordingly. Now gazing up into the others lustful expression. Getting a firmer grip around his cock as he begins to pump him faster. His thighs trembling against his lap as he does so, Sunoo rewarding him with the same change in pace.

“F-fu…Yeah…Make me feel good…So good, j-just like that…Ugh, don’t stop~…”

It had felt as if it’d been too long since Sunghoon was able to hear the others moans so openly. When one or the other had been too needy in the night, they always had to take precautions to mute themselves. Sunoo being accurate when he mentioned the others hand over his mouth. Or their usual position with the younger on his stomach so he can muffle his sounds into a pillow. There was even a time where Sunoo gagged them both because he wanted to be on top, inevitably still having to cover his own mouth with his hands in the end despite their gagging attempts. Sunghoon usually was able to muffle himself with the others neck, biting into him and just feeding whenever he felt he was making too much noise. Often they spent nights like this…So Sunghoon can’t help himself when he asks-

“Can we do m-more?”

Sunoo can’t help but give a breathy chuckle past his moans. Panting softly as he speaks.

“N-Not yet…I’ve got- Fuck~, I’ve got something special planned for us at the party tonight~…So, just-“ His words are cut short as he whimpers out another curse at Sunghoon’s hand tugging on his cock in a particular way. “B-be patient.” He’s licking his lips now at the way the other is resting his head back against the couch. Eyeing the expanse of his neck.

“Everyone will be- Mmm~…At the party tonight…F-fuck…”

Sunoo giggles breathlessly before he’s leaning in to lick a wet trail along the others neck, leading up to the shell of his ear before he whispers. “The afterparty~”

The after party was just that. But it was a more ‘mature’ occasion meant for mainly the vampires and vampires alone after they were done entertaining the University with their usual, annual, Halloween bash for the students. Vampire and human alike. But the after party in particular was indeed very particular itself. If you ever had to ask about it, you’re obviously not someone who was getting invited or wanted there. It was an occasion where you were only ever invited by the host. And their house was always invited back onto the property to attend the afterparty every year. In short, your typical, sleazy, vampire bash.

"I p-promise you'll like it." Sunoo's words now come in a series of wounded little moans. His hips moving to fuck into Sunghoon's hand, wanting even more.

The older vampire now moving his hand at an even faster pace. Sunoo's hand going to match. Their harbored breathing steadily becoming louder in the room. Sunoo's pants and moans, sending the other into a blissful daze of lust. His eyes glued to the others expressions as the attention from the youngers hand continued to fuel his pleasure. Sunghoon felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and pride just enjoying the others expressions above him. Even if Sunoo hadn’t been returning the favor, he’d still be loving this all the same.

“S-Sunghoon~…Sunghoon…Ughn~” Sunoo begins to call his name, leaning his forehead to brace against the others. “You’re doing so good- I-I’m so close…m-make me cum- Y-You’re so good at m-making me cum.”

He’s practically whining at this point. Not quite begging, but still Sunghoon would give him what he wanted. He loved to hear it. Telling him how good he was making him feel, how much he loved it. A series of words like that continued to fall from Sunoo’s lips. Sunghoon biting his as he tightens his grip for the younger, the vampire desperately fucking into his hand now, practically bouncing in his lap. His hand that was around Sunghoon’s cock suddenly abandoning the others length now, to rest over the orders hand that was pleasuring him. Chanting how close he was, begging the other not to stop, before it’s nothing but the older male’s name falling from his lips in broken cries. The rhythm of hips becoming extremely sloppy as he makes a mess onto both of their hands. As his body istrembling, trying to catch his breath, Sunghoon is raising the younger’s messy hand to his lips. Beginning to lick the cum away from both of their fingers. Sunoo groaning softly as he drags his lip between his teeth, watching every second of the scene unfold. All until Sunghoon is finished and Sunoo is quickly pushing himself off the others lap, and to sit on his knees between his legs. He doesn’t waste a second in taking the others cock up into his mouth. Sunghoon’s head falling back against the couch with a vulgar groan. Sunoo getting to hear the older at his loudest as he greedily bobbed his head. Hands gripping the others thighs as he moans around his length endlessly. Sunghoon’s hands fall to tangle in his hair once again as he moans out. Anyone that could hear Sunghoon now would know very well he was sailing off further and further into a spiral of pleasure. His back arching slightly off the couch, as he was definitely writhing at this point. If Sunoo didn’t have his mouth full, he’d be wearing the biggest smile right now. His hands still gripping his thighs just to hold him more properly in place as he devoured him.

“S-Sunoo- Sun…I’m close- I’m g-gonna cum- I-I’m-“

“Mhm.” Sunoo hums simply, moving his head at the same delicious pace for the other.

His hands groping up and down along the olders thighs, encouraging him in a way- His mouth making the most vulgar and greedy noises around his cock now and finally- Sunoo’s mouth is being greeted with the warmth of Sunghoon’s release. Letting out a porn worthy moan as he slowly pulls from the others cock, and swallows. Licking his lips as he looks up at the other. Sunghoon’s chest is heaving. Head still resting back against the couch…And what Sunoo loves almost as much as the view, is the way Sunghoon’s hands are slowly running through his hair, petting him and he happily leans into the touch.

“How much time do you think we still have…?” He suddenly asks and the way Sunghoon smirks down at him through his heavy breathing, tells him that the older vampire was thinking the same.

“Bed?”

[verfound]

FIC: "Mellie's Halloween Costume" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Read on Ao3

07 September 2024

Prompt 23: Myth

The flat was quiet when he got home.  That wasn’t entirely surprising, given the time of day: it was just around mid-morning, which meant that the girls had already been through their breakfast routine.  Harmony should already be in school, and Melody had been spending more time with her grandparents when he was on the road these days.  Tom and Sabine loved watching her (so did his ma, when she was around), and it was helping Marinette adjust to life with the twins.  So while he had possibly expected to hear something – Marinette singing in the kitchen, a baby crying, Melody screaming at one of her shows in the living room – it wasn’t entirely unsurprising when things seemed…quiet.

Calm.

“Darning?” he called, setting his bag down by the door.  He’d get it later.  Just then, he had a wife to find.  “You home?”

“Girls’ room!” her voice called from deeper in the flat, and he felt his smile grow as he followed the sound.  It grew even wider when he finally saw her, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the little bookcase they had set between the girls’ beds.  The shelves had been ransacked, most of the books lying in piles around her as she flipped through another one on her lap.  He sat down behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle and bending to press a kiss against the back of her neck.  His smile warmed when she shivered at the touch.  “…stop that.”

“Never,” he chuckled, kissing her again.  Another shiver ran up her spine, and his smile grew as he tucked his face behind her shoulder.  “It’s been two weeks.  I have time to make up for.”

She hummed, and when he went to trail a line of kisses along her shoulder she turned her head towards him, so he kissed her lips instead.  She sank back against him, and they both sighed when they parted.

“Welcome home,” she said, smiling up at him.  “I missed you.”

“I missed all of you,” he said.  He looked around, frowning.  “Where’re the boys?”

“Napping in their cribs, if we’re lucky,” she said.  “We had…an eventful morning.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her, and then she held up her arms for him to see.  The sleeves of her dressing gown fell to her elbows, and he sucked in a breath when he saw angry, blistering welts shining on her skin.  He reached out to catch her wrist, then hesitated when he realized that might hurt her.

“Marinette, what…?” he asked.  She leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw, which had clenched at the sight of the burns.  “Darning.  Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she insisted.  “I already put some ointment on them.  It doesn’t really hurt that much – you know I’ve had worse.”

…he did, but that still didn’t mean he had to like it.

“It looks plenty bad from here,” he said.  He caught her hand, loosely holding it in his own as he brought her wrist to his lips to kiss above the burn.  “What the hell happened?”

“Your daughter,” she sighed, laying her arms over his as she leaned back against him.  “Well.  Your mother, technically, but Melody only did what she did because of what her Granarchy did.  The Captain is a horrible influence on our girls, Lu.”

“And what did my mother do now?” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Gave the girls a book on Celtic myths,” she sighed.  She tipped her head back onto his shoulder, smiling helplessly up at him.  “So now Mellie’s obsessed.  She already has her Halloween costume picked out.”

“…do I even want to know?” he asked.  She rolled her eyes and wiggled one of her arms in front of them.

“She walks right up to me this morning – while I was pulling breakfast out of the oven – and declares, ‘Look, Maman!  I’m gonna be a banshee for Halloween!’” she said, pitching her voice to match their daughter’s.  Luka’s eyes widened, and he tried not to smile.  He really did.  From the annoyed roll of her eyes, he didn’t think he was very successful.

“Oh no…” he said.  She nodded.

“Oh yes,” she said.  “Because then, Luka Llewellyn Couffaine, your precious little Melody screamed as loud as she could in my face.”

“No,” he laughed, and she groaned as she turned her head to tuck against his neck.

“Yes,” she said.  “I was looking right at her, but I was still so surprised I dropped the pan – and then I tried to catch the pan, like an idiot.  So she’s staying with my parents today while I recover.”

“And here I thought you just wanted me to yourself before the girls got home,” he chuckled.  He felt her smile against his skin, and then her lips were pressing a little kiss just below his ear and he was the one shivering.  He found himself wondering how long they had until the boys woke up, and what exactly they could get up to without using her arms.  “Mari…”

“Of course I do,” she said, nipping at his ear.  “It has been two weeks, after all.  That was not, however, my immediate intention when I called my mother this morning.”

“So.  What’s with the books, then?” he asked, glancing at the mess around them.

“Research,” she said.  “I’m trying to find something even half as interesting as banshees to distract her.  I don’t want our daughter screaming in my face for the next month, Luka.”

“That’s…fair,” he chuckled, nodding.  He squeezed her middle and stole another kiss.  “But what I’m hearing is it’s something that can wait.”

“…do I need to reenact this morning to show you just how important it is we find her another favorite mythological creature?” she asked, her voice flat.  She groaned and squirmed, turning towards him and wrapping her arms around him.  She hissed as the sleeves of her robe scratched against the burns, tensing a moment at the flash of pain.  “Why couldn’t she be like her Aunt Rose and be obsessed with unicorns or something?”

“Because then she’d probably tape a knife to her head and headbutt you,” Luka deadpanned, and she rolled her eyes and pinched his hip.  He kissed the crown of her head, chuckling.  “How about this.  You come with me, maybe take a nice, long, relaxing bath and make up for lost time?  And then I’ll help you find a better costume for Mellie later.  Deal?”

“De…” she started, but then a crying started up from down the hall and she sighed as she slumped against him.  “Raincheck?”

“I’ve got them,” he said.  “You go draw that bath.  I’ll be in as soon as they’re settled.”

“They’re probably hungry,” she said, “which means you will be absolutely useless putting them down.  So how about you draw the bath, and I’ll join you as soon as I’m able?”

“Not as crazy about that,” he said.  “Two babies.  Two of us.  How about I help, then we draw the bath together?”

She poked at his chest, smirking at him.

“And how do you plan to help?  I’d love to see you feed them with these,” she teased, and he barked out a laugh.

“Marinette!” he said.  “I can burp one while you feed the other.  Or maybe they need changing – I’m good at that.”

“I suppose,” she giggled.  She pecked a kiss against his cheek.  “You’ll just have to be content with sharing me for a bit.”

He laughed as he helped her up.  Another cry joined the first, and she gave him a pointed look.  He stole one last kiss before leading her towards their room, where the cribs were set up.  He didn’t want to think about when they were older yet – he knew they’d have to start thinking about moving soon, but he loved this flat.  He paused just outside the door, taking a moment to just…look at her.

“Luka,” she said, her smile exasperated but fond.  “The babies?”

He pulled her close, stealing just one more kiss.  Just because he could.

“I missed you,” he whispered against her lips.  “I missed this.”

She smiled and kissed him again.

“We missed you,” she said.  “Now come on, before I get a headache on top of everything else.”

“God forbid,” he laughed, opening the door and following her into the room.  She rolled her eyes and nudged his side with her elbow, but he noticed how the movement made her wince and frowned.  He slipped around her, moving to Huey’s crib before she could say anything.  “Here.  Let me help, Marinette.  I’m here.  Use me.”

She gave him a Look that told him exactly what she thought of that idea, but then Huey wailed again and it was gone.

“I’m fine, Luka – I can hold my own babies,” she said, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.  It would have been more convincing if that hadn’t made her wince, too.  He gave her a pointed look, and she huffed out a sigh before waving him towards the rocking chair between the cribs.  “Oh, fine.  I have some backup milk in the fridge.  I’ll be right back.”

“I love you!” he called, patting Huey’s back as he bounced him.  He carried him over to the other crib, where Louie was squirming on his back as he fussed.  Luka smiled as he reached down and laid a hand on his tummy, rubbing.  “I love you, too, stinker,” he said.  He kissed Huey’s downy head, smiling.  “Both of you.”

[dapandapod]

oh my god, I need this in my life ;____; Pairing is dealer's choice.

36. unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

Look. I kinda missed the mark here, in a sense, as did I miss the timely window to write/reply.... xD anyway here it is? some Geraskier, a healthy dose of pining, and a lot of semi-platonic cuddling! Thank you Ebs my love for beta-reading! And I hope you like it, Kuri-darlin! Please enjoy <3 On Ao3 here!

It starts, as it often does between the two of them, with a deep bottle of spirit and a great idea. Usually, it’s one of Jaskier’s, but this time neither of them will claim the responsibility.

Skinnydipping is a much better plan in summer temperatures, rather than in late spring. Cold water from the icy mountains is still trickling down in rivers and finding itself in the lake they are now rushing out of, bare as the day they were born.

Jaskier isn’t shrieking, he never is, he is just flexing his vocal chords. Geralt is telling him that he is indeed shrieking, and that he should stop before it gets shrill enough to call the local dogs over.

Punching Geralt’s chest is very different when he is not wearing any clothes, skin cool and slippery, and Jaskier loses himself for a moment.

This is where it all begins, in a sense.

They are both rather lost, directionless in the free way of the traveling pair they are, but still trying to make out what path is theirs, and if what they will find at the end of the road will please them.

Geralt grasps Jaskier’s hand, and holds it to his chest. If asked, he will say he is clearly making sure Jaskier won’t be able to punch him again, but if you ask Jaskier, the only thing he will remember is firm fingers around his wrist, chest hair rough against his knuckles.

When Jaskier does not immediately protest, just stares at their hands with wide eyes, Geralt declares the bard too drunk, and he pulls Jaskier with him towards land by the hand.

Getting dressed one handed is… even more complicated while drunk, but the witcher does not let go of the bard, and leads him all the way to their rooms. They technically have their own rooms, but somehow they both end up in Jaskier’s room, only half way into the bed.

Later, Geralt remembers waking up with Jaskier’s fingers laced through his, and turns to look at his face lax in sleep, pressed against the mattress.

It happens again, of course it does. This time they are between inns, with winter and his bad timing stealing one last cold night before spring broke through properly.

They have found alright shelter, compromising the comfort of the open forest floor for keeping warm, snuck in the crack of a rock formation.

The fire is doing wonders, and despite the smoke stinging their eyes, Jaskier is looking decidedly snuggly with the fire behind him outlining his figure.

Their bedrolls are side by side, and Jaskier has grabbed onto Geralt’s hand, marveling over… well, marveling in general actually.

This time there is no alcohol between them, just a sense of peace and amusement, and Geralt watches Jaskier trace each digit, using both hands to look this way and that.

His knuckles are getting a great deal of attention, as is his thumb and palm. While he does it, Jaskier tells a story about his mother and a fortune teller that probably was a sham, but there once was this palm reader he met in Novigrad, and did you know that the placing or lack of calluses really tells a lot about you as a person?

Geralt listens with a smile, and snarks at the obvious holes in the storytelling when Jaskier is making too much up again, and, between one heartbeat and the next, Jaskier’s eyes droop shut.

He is still holding onto Geralt’s hand, one cradling the side of his hand and his pinky, the other holding onto his thumb. Even as specks of snow trickle down from above, and the wind howls, the fire crackles merrily, and Jaskier is holding his hand in his sleep.

Geralt doesn’t take his hand back, and in the morning they have inched closer, and Jaskier is holding Geralt’s hand against himself like you would a teddy bear.

Not long after the summer solstice, they make a close acquaintance with death. Her foul breath brushes the bard’s cheek as a Necker’s claw dug into his flesh.

Lucky for all of them, Jaskier is wearing a leather coat, and instead of being fatal, it just ends up being very fucking painful.

Blood is not a good look on bards, at least not their own, Geralt decides when Jaskier sits eerily quiet after being patched and bundled up in a barn that they’ve got to borrow for the night, with the promise not to bleed on the hay.

That night, Geralt reaches for Jaskier’s hand, holding it as he presses himself up against the bard’s back, listening to his even breaths and rapid heartbeat, infinitely grateful he made it in time to save him.

As with anything, spend enough time doing something and a habit is formed.

It isn’t every time, nor is it a conscious thought, but if there is but an arm's length between them, they will either end up half way out of their bedrolls and meet in the middle, fingers lacing together, or when they’re sitting idly next to each other for whatever reason, their fingers will seek each other out, sometimes barely touching, and other times overlapping.

It stops being a conscious choice, it is something just done. Jaskier eagerly grabbing his hand as he tells exciting news and then forgets to let go, or Geralt wanting to keep track of him, or to support him, or when in a crowd.

It’s natural, an anchor when they are in danger of getting lost.

They part, and they reunite later that summer, and that fall Geralt grabs Jaskier’s hands to rub them warm, to breathe on them to help him regain temperature.

He knows you shouldn’t breathe on them, knows how a breath actually can make them colder, but Geralt may or may not be accidentally brushing his lips to Jaskier’s knuckles, and Jaskier is pretending not to notice, pretending he doesn’t have fine rabbit gloves tucked in his backpack, gifted by the very witcher right in front of him.

Things change, and also they don’t.

Dragons and witches and a child of the elder blood marks each change in their own way. Jaskier finds himself waking up, holding his own hand in his cold room in Kaer Morhen, and Geralt’s hand reaches across the empty bed for the bard’s even before he registers not to.

Another bottle of spirits, this time a stolen Nilfgaardian booze smelling absolutely terrible with the aftertaste of dirt, and another bright idea later, and Jaskier and Geralt once again find themselves sprawled halfway across Jaskier’s bed.

Geralt had to pull him up the stairs by the hand to keep their balance, or so they told themselves. The White gull Geralt ended up downing tastes terrible on the second day he notes, shifting and pulling the warmth by his side closer.

Jaskier grunts in his ear and knees his thigh, but only when he tightens his hold around hot, sweaty fingers does Geralt realize what he’d been missing. Jaskier is tangled against him, arm trapped under himself in an angle that will promise complaints the moment he wakes up. It is warm, and it is comfortable, and Geralt is slowly coming to terms with what pleases him.

Relearning how to share a bed is much easier when you have an anchor, a focal point, or it would have been if Geralt wasn’t startled awake by Jaskier almost falling out of bed. They resettle, Jaskier now firmly between the witcher and the wall, and the back of Geralt’s hand pressed against his lips as sleep reclaims him.

It doesn’t matter if they are awake or not, they reach for each other like a weed craves the sun, like roots seeking dirt, like vines growing where they find purchase.

The day Geralt wakes up and finally finds courage, he kisses Jaskier’s palm, and Jaskier kisses his lips.

[vintagepresley]

68' COMEBACK SPECIAL.... PART 4 (AFTER THE SPECIAL)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 13,173 words

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT. virgin reader (not really virgin anymore, but naive still.), cursing, fluff, some drama, angst, oral (f receiving), a slight hand job, roleplaying (teacher/student) Elvis is the student, dirty talk, some praise, rough sex, submissive elvis, facefucking, squirting, spanking, you kinda get caught? He brings out the Poloriad camera for moment. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Alright my horny Elvis besties... IT'S HERE. This one is a bit different in some ways because I wanted to develop the story more for you and also add in some things that Elvis would do once you became his girlfriend. But of course I wasn't going to leave out the best part THE SMUT. So, I hope you all enjoy and if you want part five... Let me know and we'll see! Thank you for enjoying this story so much and the positive feedback and sharing on tiktok, twitter, etc. Possible spelling errors!!

Part one! Part two! Part three!

She’s wonderful, she’s marvelous, and she’s mine… Adorable and she’s all mine…

You sat up now on the bed smiling at him with so much admiration, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips and you mumbled against them softly, “We should probably get dress and rejoin the party before people start to notice how long we’ve been gone.” You giggled softly as you stood up now, Elvis grabbing your wrist before you could walk off. “I don’t care…” he said softly, pulling you back down on the bed with him, you yelped softly and before you could move again, he was hovering above you, kissing your neck softly and peppering kisses along your face, you couldn’t help but go into a giggling fit, your hands resting at his sides. “If it was up to you, we’d be up here all night, come on.” You said as you playfully hit him. He chuckled softly at your words as he moved off you and the both of you getting up from the bed now, you leaned down to pick up your clothes from the floor and you headed into the bathroom to clean yourself up and get dressed again. Elvis began to get dressed as well, fixing himself up in the mirror that hung in the bedroom, brushing his hair back and then he came sneaking into the bathroom where you were. You had your clothes on now and was fixing your hair and makeup, glancing over as you saw him watching you with a big smile. 

“What are you staring at?” you said playfully as you continued to fix your makeup. He came up behind you now, wrapping his arms around your waist as he continued to watch you fix your makeup, his chin resting on your shoulder. “You’re beautiful.” He mumbled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. His words causing you to blush, especially because he was staring at you so intensely and you weren’t used to someone calling you beautiful, you were still very young and got very insecure with yourself, but Elvis seemed to find a way to make you not feel that way. Once you finished your make up you turned around in his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders your eyes scanning every inch of his beautifully sculpted face, still in awe of the fact that this was happening, that this was real and the intense feelings you already had for each other. You weren’t sure how long this was going to last, but you didn’t want it to end it. You kissed him softly. “Is it okay if we left?” you asked innocently, you were still a bit embarrassed from the display you put on earlier and you were also very tired. He nodded head slowly. “Sure, baby... C’mon.” he said as he pulled away and grabbed a hold of your hand, heading out of the bathroom with you, you grabbed your purse taking one more look around to make sure you had everything as the two of you headed out of the bedroom now. 

As you both made your way back downstairs everyone was still enjoying themselves and once they saw the two of you emerging, it got a bit quiet because no one was sure what to expect after what they witnessed, Elvis noticed quickly how everyone suddenly changed at the sight of you two. “Everything’s fine, we’re sorry about earlier.” He said graciously. As you both began to walk toward the door, Jerry came over to Elvis in a nervous state trying to explain what happened. “EP... Man... I’m sorry.” He said frantically. You couldn’t even look at Jerry now because you were so embarrassed by your behavior, so you hid your face against Elvis’ arm as you held onto him. Elvis shook his head with a small chuckle, patting Jerry on the shoulder gently. “Don’t worry about, Jerry. It’s okay. We’re going to be heading out. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said with a nod and Jerry nodded back as you watched the two of you head out of the front door. 

Once you made it back down to the car, he opened the door for you and shutting it close once you were inside and he got in on the driver’s side, and the two of you began the drive to his house in Los Angeles, he reached over to grab your left hand, your fingers intertwining with his and you glanced over at him with a sleepy smile as you yawned softly. “I have some business to take care of in the mornin’, but after that I’ll make sure it’s just the two of us.” He said happily. You nodded at his words with a smile, propping your head up against the window. You couldn’t wait to finally be completely alone with him without his friends or anyone else interrupting. You loved the side of Elvis you saw when he wasn’t surrounded by people. The vulnerable, soft, and gentle side of him that just wanted to be held. Not the facade he’d put on for others. You understood why he did because that’s how people expected him to be this macho man, “the king” as they called him. But that wasn’t really him. 

Twenty minutes had gone by, and you had finally arrived, and you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep, until you heard the door slam shut on the driver’s side and you woke up in a sleepy daze, looking up at him as he opened your door. “C’mon, darlin’.” He said sweetly as he leaned down and wrapped one arm around your waist and the other beneath your legs and carefully lifting you up out of the car, closing the door with his right foot and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you, your head resting against his as you smiled, your eyes still slightly closed as he walked toward the front door of his house, some managing to open the front door with you in his arms, shutting it close with his foot. He carried you into his bedroom, setting you down gently on the bed. You sat your purse on his bedside table and kicked off your boots immediately, you watched as he went into his closet, grabbing something for you to wear to bed since your bag was still in the car, he had grabbed a white button up t-shirt of his and he came and sat it on the bed for you. “I’ll grab your bag out of the car for you tomorrow, but you can sleep in this.” He nodded. “Thank you.” You said softly, getting up and going into his bathroom, shutting the door behind you and looking around the room, you still weren’t use to how fancy everything was, you noticed a few pill bottles sitting on the sink counter, curious to what they were you just took a quick glance and seeing that they were sleeping pills, you shrugged a bit and then proceeded to get undressed, turning the shower on and hopping inside. Meanwhile Elvis was getting undressed and putting his pajamas on which was a lavender color with dark blue piping pajama set, he climbed into bed, turning on the tv but setting the volume low as he waited for you. 

Once you finished showering you and put on the shirt he gave you, which was a bit oversized on you and wasn’t very long and since you hadn’t brought your bag in you still had no panties on which you didn’t mind. You put your hair up in to a messy bun and finally walked out the bathroom, shutting the light off and you smiled as your eyes met Elvis’ who was already staring at you like always, you slowly made your way over to him, climbing into bed, getting under the blankets with him, he scooted over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you turned in his arms, your back facing him and he tightened his hold on you, pressing you up against him and you could feel his cock pressed up against your bare ass, his face buried into your neck as he whispered softly, “Mm.. You tryna to get me goin’ again, honey?” he chuckled softly. You rolled your eyes at him as you nudged him playfully with your elbow as you laughed quiet, trying to wiggle out of his grip. “Elvissss, stop… I’m sleepy.” You giggled. “I’m sleepy too, but I don’t think little Elvis is…” he chuckled softly. You shook your head as you rolled your eyes once again with a smile.  “That’s too bad. He’s gotten enough attention today. Now let me sleep, baby.” You said softly. “Fine, fine…” he said with a grin as he loosened his grip on your waist, cuddling up against you with a big smile on his face, kissing your head. “Goodnight, darlin’” he said softly. “Goodnight...” your words coming out mumbled as your eyes closed. 

The next morning felt like it came so fast, you woke up rubbing your hands over tired eyes and stretching your body out, not feeling Elvis next to you, you finally opened your eyes and looked to see that he was already awake. You could hear his voice echoing from another room along with a few other voices you couldn’t make out, but they were talking about Elvis’ plans next now that the Comeback Special was done and was going to premiere on NBC in just a few short months. You could hear him talking about a tour and wanting to go international. You smiled hearing the excitement in his voice. You decided to just stay in his bed, wrapping yourself up in his expensive blankets, glancing around his room. He sure had an interesting eye for style, you could only imagine what Graceland probably looked like, you turned over to your side seeing your overnight bag on the floor, he must have brought it in at some point while you were asleep. You weren’t sure how long he was going to be, but you were excited to enjoy your day with him. You eventually got out of bed, carefully walking over to the bedroom door, and opening it a bit, peeking your head out. You weren’t sure if you should leave the room or not you didn’t want to impose on his business. So, you decided to just get dress and wait until he was finished. You decided to go with something a bit casual but cute, you paired a cute tan jumper style mini dress with a striped colored cool toned shirt beneath it and some black shoes with a small heel and a buckle in the front of them, you went into the bathroom and let your hair down, brushing through it a bit, keeping it down and you didn’t put too much make up on today, just some mascara and a bit of eyeliner and a light shade of lipstick. 

Once you were finished you took one more look in the mirror, soothing out your dress a bit, you were a bit insecure about how you dressed when around Elvis because you felt you didn’t look like a lot of the women he either dated or was seen with they all dressed super sexy and here you were dressing like a little girl, you didn’t understand why you were suddenly getting so insecure now, maybe it was because you were now officially his girlfriend and you were going to be seen more with him and other women were going to see you with him and maybe they’ll wonder why he’s with you, this young girl who still lives at home with her parents. You did your best to shake off your insecurities because Elvis didn’t seem to care about that, or if he did, he hasn’t mentioned it. You slowly walked back to the bedroom door, peeking out again and you can hear the voices still, but it sounds like they had finished talking about business and were just having casual conversation now and joking. So, you walked out of the bedroom and shyly made your way to where they all were in the kitchen. 

As soon as Elvis saw you, he got up from his seat with a wide smile completely ignoring the conversation that was happening. “Hey, honey.” He said sweetly as he walked over to you, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, his right arm wrapping around your waist lovingly. “How’d you sleep?” he whispered softly. “I slept great.” You said with a nod, looking over at the men that were staring at you both, some of them you recognized from the party and when he picked you up from your house. He turned now to face his friends as he spoke, “You all remember, N/A?” they all nodded and said friendly ‘Hellos’ to you. “Come sit, baby. I’ve got some breakfast made for you.” He said with a smile, grabbing your hand now and leading you over to the table, you sat down with smile, and he was bringing over a plate of food for you and then he took his seat again. You began to eat now, feeling like you just walked in or a conversation you shouldn’t have but you just weren’t used to being around so many people like this and it was every time you were with him. You felt like some of his friends weren’t too fond of you, but it wasn’t that. It was because they were surprised to see Elvis so taken with you, they assumed you were just another one-night thing for him. But it was clearly becoming something more especially with the way he was acting around you.

You continued to sit there quietly eating your breakfast not really understanding any of their conversations or jokes, eventually their conversation began to dwindle down and Elvis was now getting up and leading them out of the kitchen and towards the front door, you could overhear him telling them he was taking the day to himself and that if he needed anything he’d call. You could hear their goodbyes and the front door shutting and now Elvis was making his way back to the kitchen, walking up behind you in your chair and his hands on your shoulders now, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “Sorry about that, little one. I wasn’t expecting them to be here too long.” He said. You shook your head as you tilted it up to look at him and leaning up to kiss his lips softly. “It’s okay, I hope I wasn’t intruding.” You said softly. He chuckled softly as he sat beside you now. “Of course not.” He said. 

You finished what you could of your breakfast, and you pushed your plate to the side, looking over at him with a smile, he was moving closer to you, taking your right hand into his hands. “You look beautiful, by the way.” He said sweetly. Your face becoming flustered, and you looked down a bit with a smile. “N/A?” he said softly. You looked up at him now with that smile still plastered on your face, staring into his deep blue eyes. “I want you to come with me to Memphis, I want to show you Graceland. I think you’d really love it.” He said with a grin. “Oh? When? I’d love to!” you exclaimed. “Tonight.” He said. You furrowed your brow a bit at his words, you let out a soft laugh thinking it was a joke. “Um... Tonight? Elvis, I can’t do that.” You said. “Why not? You’re gonna be with me for a few days anyway, baby.” He said with a shrug. “Yes, a few days with you here, not halfway cross the country. I’d have to tell my parents and I don’t know if they’ll let me go.” You sighed softly. “Don’t worry about that, I’m going to talk to them.” He nodded with a smile. 

“When?” you questioned. “Now.” He said with a grin. “They’re on their way here!” He exclaimed with a hiccupping chuckle. Your eyes widen at his words, “What? So, you already had this planned?!” you asked. He nodded slowly with a smirk. Little did you know he was going to be doing more than just asking them if you could come to Graceland with him. He was going to ask if you could live with him. But he didn’t want to mention that to you yet until he got the approval from your parents. He stood up now and leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek and then he mumbled, “I’d go and cover that hickey up on your neck before they get here.” He said with a laugh as he walked away. You narrowed your eyes at him playfully and reached a hand up to cover the right side of your neck, you got up and quickly ran back to his bedroom and going to the bathroom to put some coverup on. You could hear him laughing to himself from the kitchen. 

You let out a small huff as you did your best to cover the hickey left on your neck, embarrassed that you didn’t even notice it and you were sure all his friends saw. You suddenly heard the doorbell ring, and you could only assume it was your parents and you cursed under your breath, you overheard him opening the door and greeting them both, hearing your mother tell him what a beautiful home he has and Elvis putting that southern charm of his on. You finally finished and were a bit nervous that the hickey was still noticeable, you made your way into the living room where all three of them were sitting. “Hi mom and dad.” You said nervously, a bit annoyed at Elvis for not warning you, you sat beside him with a smile though. He took one of your hands into his and intertwined your fingers together with a smile as he glanced at you and then back at your parents. “Thank you for coming, Mr. & Mrs. N/A.” You wanted to roll your eyes so badly at how polite he was being, you couldn’t help but suspect he was up to something. 

“I just want to say that I care about your daughter a lot, I have very strong feelings for her. I know we just met. But I can’t help how I feel and if it’s alright with the two of you, I’d like her to come back to Memphis with me… He paused. I’d like her to live with me in Memphis.” He says a smile on his face. The room now growing silent and your jaw practically on the floor in shock at the words that just came out of his mouth, and you smiled nervously at your parents, your heart racing. Is he serious?? He could tell your parents were a bit hesitate. “I understand it sounds a bit insane… But she’d be taken care of, I promise. I wouldn’t let a thing happen to her.” He nodded with a sincere smile. “Do you plan on marrying her?” your father asked and now you were rolling your eyes because how old fashioned your father sounded, which is funny to think considering Elvis was closer to his age then your own. Your mother was just a stunned as you were, but you could she seemed a bit happy, because she’d be wanting you to find a young man and be on your own because in their eyes you at 20 years old you should’ve been married by now. But times were changing. They just didn’t understand, and you weren’t ready for marriage yet. You looked at Elvis now as you all awaited his answer. “Yes, I do.” He said with a serious tone. 

“Uh.. Excuse me.” You say nervously. You got up now from where you were sitting, and practically ran out of the room. “N/A?” he says a bit confused. You ran into his bedroom, slamming the door closed. Was he crazy? You weren’t ready to get married. You’ve only known each other for a few weeks. Now he’s promising marriage?? “It’s alright, I’ll go talk to her.” He says as he excused himself and headed down the hall to his bedroom, opening the door and he sees you sitting on the bed with your arms folding across your chest, he shut the door behind him. “What’s wrong? Why did you leave like that?” he asked. “What’s wrong??? Elvis, I thought you just wanted me to visit Memphis, now you want me to live there! Now you’re talking about marrying me?? I’m not ready for that. It’s one thing to live with you but to be married. We haven’t known each other that long. Is marriage even something you want??” you asked. 

He was quiet for a moment as you rambled on, and he then he sat down beside you. “I didn’t think you’d be so upset. I thought you’d want to live with me… I thought we felt the same way about one another. We don’t need to get married. I only said that to get them to agree about you living with me.” He said softly. You sighed quietly. “I do feel the same way, I do. I may not understand all these feelings, but I do feel the same. I wouldn’t mind living with you, I’m not upset about that. I was more shocked than anything because I wasn’t expecting it. It was the marriage thing is all.” You said with a shrug. He nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked you first about livin’ with me, I got a little ahead of myself. But we don’t need to get married and to answer your question, yes…. I would like to get married someday. But I’m in no rush and it’s not an expectation. But if we’re going to be dating, I would like for you to live with me, because I don’t do long distance relationships. If you’re gonna be with me that means being by my side.” He said quite sternly. 

You nodded your head at his words, all you wanted was to be by his side as crazy as that may seem, because you already couldn’t imagine being miles away from him. “Okay, I understand, I’m sorry if I overreacted.” You said, looking up at him. “It’s alright, honey. You sure know how to make a dramatic exit... That’s for sure.” You smiled a bit, and he chuckled softly as he stood up. “C’mon, let’s go back out there now.” He reached his hand out to you now, and you took it standing up and the both of you headed back out hand and hand to the living room, sitting back down. “Sorry about that. Like I was saying, sir… I do plan to marry her.” He says in a serious tone. Your father looks at you now with an eyebrow raised. “Is this true?” he asks you. You nod your head slowly. “Yes” you answered going along with Elvis’ little charade. He glanced over at you with a smile. “Alright, well, I don’t see an issue with it then.” Your father says. “Neither do I! We’ve been waiting for this day for so long.” Your mother exclaimed. You tried your best to not roll your eyes again and Elvis just smiling with delight. You were all standing up now. “I’ll have some of my people come over to collect her things.” Elvis said with a nod, reaching his hand out to shake your father’s hand. Your father nodded, returning his handshake and then Elvis saw the two of them out. 

There was so much happening now, and your head was spinning, you were now moving in with him at Graceland, moving away from California, your friends, everything you’ve ever knew. Part of you was scared, but another part of you was excited. Elvis came back into the living room now, snapping you out of your thoughts as he pulled you toward him, kissing your lips softly with a smile, his arms wrapping around your waist, you returned his kiss and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m so excited for you to see Memphis and Graceland, darlin’. Now you don’t have to worry about asking your parents’ permission for anything.” He laughed softly, stealing another kiss from your lips. You loved how happy he was, and it made you happy. “I can’t wait either, baby.” You said with a smile. He was right though, you didn’t need permission for anything now and you felt a new sense of freedom, a new sense of being an actual adult. “Are we still leaving tonight?” you asked. Your fingers slowly combing through his hair. “Mhm.. with the special done, I can go back home for now and start planning for the next things to do. But the colonel I’m sure is taking care of that.” He said with smile. 

That evening you were helping Elvis pack some of the things he had brought from Memphis, while his men had gone to your parents’ house and collected the things that your parents had packed up for you and they were lugging onto the greyhound bus that Elvis had own that had some of his things from his dressing room back at NBC studios. He had planned for Lamar and Sonny to drive the bus back to Memphis, while the two of you and the rest of the guy flew back to Memphis that night. You sat down in the living room as you watched as he continued to pack up some of his things, taking suitcases to the front door, you began to get lost in your own thoughts again, nervous about this sudden change in your life and the quickness of it and how Elvis seemed to always get his way, no matter what. The way he was able to persuade your parents the way he did and even convince you. But part of you wanted this. You were so infatuated with each other in such short amount of time.  

A car was now approaching in the driveway, and it was Joe coming to pick the   two of you up, he came in to help Elvis put his things into the car, Elvis then came back into the house. “N/A? Honey.” He said snapping you back to reality and you look up at him with a smile on your face. “Hm?” you say. “C’mon, baby. Joe is here with the car.” He said with a smile, reaching his hand out to you. You took his hand as you stood up from the couch, and headed out to the car with him, once inside a few of the other guys were also in there, you smiled shyly at them. Elvis finally got in, shutting the door, and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him, he was smiling like a little kid from his excitement of you coming to Memphis. He loved being able to show off the place he called his hometown and showing off his house that he was so proud of. He especially loved showing it to people who he really cared about and felt would appreciate it just as much as he does. 

You couldn’t wait to get on the plane so you could get some sleep since the flight was going to be a few hours, you all finally arrived at the airport where a private plane was waiting for you all, Elvis helped you out of the car and began walking toward the steps to get on the plane as the guys grabbed his stuff and followed behind the both of you, once on board it was like nothing you seen before, it was definitely fancier than a commercial flight. You took a seat by the window and Elvis sat beside you and smiled tiredly at him, the rest of the guys were boarding now, and the pilot was about ready to take off. “Elvis... If you want to go sit with the guys you can, I’m probably going to sleep until we get there.” You said softly. You didn’t want to feel like you were keeping him to yourself even though he chose to always be near you, but still you could tell how close knit everyone was and how they didn’t take too well to new people coming around. He smiled at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek. “Are you sure?” he said. You rolled your eyes at him playfully and you began to shoo him with a smirk. “Gooo, all your fidgeting and whatnot is making me nervous.” You laughed softly. He nodded with a small chuckle escaping him, when he got nervous, he just couldn’t stop moving and flying still made him a bit nervous. He got up now and went to grab you a pillow and blanket, coming back and covering you up and placing the pillow behind your head, it made you smile how sweet and caring he constantly was. He leaned down capturing your lips in a few soft kisses and you returned each one, his lips now peppering your face in kisses, and you began to giggle softly, playfully push him away. He laughed softly, “Alright, sleep well, baby.” He whispered softly before going over with the guys and telling them to try to keep it quiet. 

You tried to get as comfortable as possible, but you were so excited and nervous, eventually you drifted off to sleep with Elvis and the guys voices muffling in the background. It felt like you had only gotten a like an hour of sleep by the time Elvis was waking you up and telling you that you’ve landed, you woke up in a confused daze almost forgetting where you were, you opened your eyes to him standing above you and everyone getting off the plane. “W-We’re here already?” you mumbled softly. “Yeah, baby… You were asleep for like 5 hours.” He said with a soft chuckle. “O-Oh… Okay.” You said tiredly as you slowly got up from your seat, stretching out a bit and soothing out your dress as Elvis took your hand leading the way out of the plane, as you walked outside the early morning sun hit your face as if you were a vampire, following close behind Elvis as you got into another car now with him and the guys that was taking you to Graceland now. You laid your head against Elvis the entire drive, catching small glimpses of the unfamiliar town. The closer you got to the house the more nervous you got. You weren’t sure what to expect. Were there going to be hundreds of fans waiting by the gate wondering who you were? Did he have more friends and family waiting at the house? Were you going to like living here? Was he going to be different than the person you met in California? 

Once you reached the gates of the house you lifted your head up now seeing that there were a few people standing out waiting by them, Elvis just waving at them with a smile as the car drove up the drive way, you were in awe of how much bigger it looked in person and once the car was parked and you were all getting out, you couldn’t help but to stop and look around at everything. “Wow...” you say under your breath. Elvis started laughing as he watched you taking it all in. “Just wait for the tour.” He said softly as he opened the front door, grabbing your hand and walking you inside with him. Your jaw was practically on the floor the minute you stepped into the house and seeing how beautiful it was and the style of it. He smiled at your reaction, bringing your hand up to lips, kissing the back of it softly. “I’ll give you a tour later on today and introduce ya to my father and grandma Dodger.” He said with a smile. You nodded slowly still in a bit of shock. He tugged at your hand gently guiding you up the steps toward his bedroom, you smiled when you saw the portrait of him by the steps as you slowly followed him up. Once you reached the top of the steps and to the front door of his bedroom, he opened it, leading you inside the big room, that was very dark and the curtains drawn closed, the bed was massive and everything was very over the top, very Elvis, it wasn’t too far off from his room in California, you noticed he liked to keep it dark and dimly lit. He shut the door behind you. “I know, it must be a lot to take in. But you’ll get used to it.” He said reassuringly. You laughed nervously, turning to face him. “Yeah.. It’s a lot to take in… But it’s beautiful. Your home is beautiful. I can’t wait to see more.” You said happily. 

“Thank you, baby.” He said, stepping toward you and cupping your face in his hands, kissing your lips softly. “Maybe we can celebrate you being here, hm?” he mumbled against your lips with a smirk. You wrapped your arms around his torso with a grin, pulling him close. “Oh, and how would you like to celebrate?” you said playfully already knowing what he was alluding to. “I have a few ideas, baby… But I’ve just gotta go to talk to the guys quick and I’ll be back. Keep your motor runnin’, honey.” He said with a smirk, reaching down and giving your ass a slap. You let out a small squeal as you bit down on your bottom lip, nodding at his words, once you pulled away you watched him leave the room and head downstairs. You covered your face with your hands, softly exhaling, you still couldn’t believe this was really happening, you sat down on his bed unable to stop smiling and patiently waited for him. 

As Elvis headed downstairs, he was calling the guys into the kitchen and having them all gather around, he had something he wanted to talk to them about now, they didn’t know you were moving in, and he had only told Lamar and Sonny because they were the ones picking up your things. Some of the guys like Joe and Red and few others were living at Graceland, because Elvis just liked having everyone around. But he didn’t want to overwhelm you with everyone, and he also felt it was time they maybe got their own places, so this was going to be a hard thing for him to do but he wanted this relationship to work, and he didn’t want anything or anyone getting in the way of that.

 “Listen, fellas… I should’ve told ya this before, but N/A is goin’ to be livin’ here now. I-I.. I was thinking y’all go somewhere else for a bit.” He said. “EP, are you serious? Where the hell are we supposed to go?” one of them says. “You don’t have to go right now but try to be gone later today. I’ll obvious pay for whatever you need. She’s not use to all of this, and I don’t want to overwhelm her with so many people living here.” He said. “You’re really going to kick us out for some one-time fling you just met, man?!” Red says. In an instant Elvis became angry and he slams his hand down on the table. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that! If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it, Red. None of youse sonsabitches can tell me who I can and can’t have in my own damn home!” he shouts. You suddenly hear Elvis’ voice and he sounded mad, so you got up from the bed as you overheard shouting coming from downstairs, you went over to the door, opening it a bit to listen and you could hear them talking about you. 

“We aren’t telling you what to do, EP. But really? How old is she man? You think that one is gonna last?!” Red says a bit boldly and the other guys now stay quiet. “What did you just say to me? Who the fuck do you think you’re talkin’ to?!” Elvis says furiously. Joe now coming over to try to calm Elvis down. “Alright, alright… Let’s just all settle down.” He says. “If you don’t like it, you can take your ass back to California!” Elvis shouts. Red laughs and just storms out of the house. You continued to listen from the doorway of his room, you weren’t shocked to hear how quick to anger Elvis was, but it still surprised you. You could hear Joe now trying to keep him calm as he continued to ramble on about Red. “I’m going to get some sleep; I don’t want to be fucking disturbed.” He said sternly and now you could hear him cursing under his breath as he was making his way back upstairs. You shut the door and climbed back into the bed quickly, trying to act as if you weren’t just listening to what just happened. 

He came into the bedroom now his eyes black with anger, his soft demeanor gone from just minutes ago and he slammed the door closed, which caused you to jump a bit. You watched him as he paced around the room. “Elvis? Is everything okay?” You say quietly, he stopped now looking at you and trying to snap himself out of the outburst he just had. “Yeah, don’t worry about it, baby. I’m fine.” He says, obviously not fine as he takes seat on the bed. You got up now and crawled up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and resting your head up against his, reaching one of your hands up to comb your fingers through his hair.  “You don’t sound fine…” you say softly. He reached up taking your other hand into his. “It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with, baby. People always questionin’ what I do. I’m tired of it.” He mumbled. You started to press small kisses against the side of his head. “How can I make you feel better, honey?” You said softly between your kisses, your hand moving down from his hair and over his chest bare chest that was exposed a bit from his shirt, gently brushing your fingers against his soft skin. You so badly wanted to talk about what you overheard. But you didn’t want him to get more upset. “Tell me what I can do for you, baby...” you whispered to him. You slowly turned his face to face yours now, he kissed your lips and now was turning his body around, grabbing your waist as he moved to hover over you and you laid back against the bed as he did, placing your hands on his shoulders as his body completely hovered above you now, leaning down and pressing kisses against your neck, your right hand moving up to rest against the back of his head and he kissed his way back up to your lips. 

“Can we just celebrate the way I wanted to?” he whispered against your lips. You nodded with a smile at him. “Of course, baby.” You say. Not knowing what he may have in store this time, he was always surprising you. He got up now and you watched as he walked to his closet and you sat back up, raising an eyebrow. “Soo... I hope I’m not being too forward, but I had something ordered for you that I’d like for you to wear for me. If that’s alright?” he says. You’re still looking at him with your eyebrow raised and now you were wondering what on earth he could want you wearing or what you were about to do, but you were also wondering when did he order this stuff? “Um... Okay.” You say softly. 

He comes walking out of the closet now with a box that looked like it was from a fancy department store, and he sat it down on the bed next to you. “Open it, baby.” He says with a grin. You nodded once and began to lift the top of the box up slowly, setting it aside and then unwrapping the tissue paper to reveal some pieces of lingerie that was beautiful, you didn’t really know how to respond so you just smiled at him. “I-I-I was thinking maybe we can do something a little different… M-Maybe some roleplaying?” he says a bit hesitantly. You were still quiet and nodding at his words before finally finding something to say. “What kind of roleplaying?” you asked curiously. This was all still new to you, everything you were learning about sex and whatnot was coming from him. “Well… I kind of have this fantasy... It’s a teacher/student kind of thing…. But I’m the student.” He says kind of quietly as if he was a bit ashamed. You couldn’t help but grin a bit because he certainly had a thing about being submissive you’ve noticed. “And I’m the teacher?” you ask. “Y-Yeah… If it’s not something you want to do, we don’t have to.” He says quickly. You laugh softly, shaking your head at him. “No, no... It’s fine... We can do it. I’ve just never worn lingerie before. It’s beautiful, by the way. Thank you.” You said with a smile. 

“Before we do the roleplay, I wanna just take a few polaroids of you in the lingerie, if that’s okay?” he asked. You didn’t mean to laugh again but you just didn’t know how to react, but you’ve already been on film for him, so pictures didn’t bother you because you knew they were just for him. “Yeah, sure, Elvis.” You say. You got up now taking the box with you, pressing a small kiss to his lips. “I’ll get changed and I’ll be right back.” You said as you walked into the bathroom. He was grinning now quite pleased that you were willing to play out some of his fantasies for him, as you were getting changed, he went grabbed his polaroid camera and waited for you. 

While in the bathroom you took off your other clothes and carefully pulled the lingerie out of the box, it was a two-piece white and pink floral set, the bottoms resembled briefs a bit, but had a garter belt attached to go with the stockings that were also in the box. You began to put the bra on first and then the bottoms that completely hugged your hips in a way you weren’t used to before, it really defined every inch of your curves, then you began to put the stockings on attaching them to the garter belt by the clasps, you looked at yourself in the mirror for a moment. A bit in shock at good you looked and how you kind of liked it. Elvis certainly had good taste in clothing, there was no denying that. You began to make your way out of the bathroom, becoming a bit shy now even though he’s seen you naked already. But this just felt different. As you slowly walked out your hands were fidgeting at your sides. “Well…. What do you think?” you say shyly. He lifted his head up and you could see his eyes instantly light up at the sight of you, and he smirked, and he let out a soft whistle. “Goddamn. I knew it would be perfect for you.” He says proudly. 

You started to blush at his words and now you were feeling a bit more comfortable, putting your hands on your hips, and playfully modeling the lingerie for him. He let out a soft chuckle as he got up and walked over to you, placing his hands on your waist as he stood back a bit to get another look at you. “Mmm… you look so sexy.” He says in a low tone. You were biting the inside of your cheek now trying to hide your flustered face from him. “Thank you, honey.” You mumbled softly. “Go sit on the bed for me, darlin’.” He said getting into his director mode now. You nodded slowly and walked over to the bed, you could feel his eyes on you like darts as you walked away, climbing onto the bed, and waiting for his next direction. “Can you sit up against the headboard and just lay your hands on the bed and spread your legs open for me.” He said softly. You nodded and got in the position that he asked, spreading your legs wide open for him, watching as he snapped a few pictures, you decided to tease him a bit and you moved one of your hands between your legs, brushing it slowly up against the fabric that covered your pussy, smirking to yourself. “Fuck…” you hear him say under his breath as he snapped even more photos of you, you laughed softly to yourself. 

Now you were switching it up and you moved toward the end of the bed, laying down, bringing your knees up a bit and your head tilted slightly to look directly at him, running your hands slowly over your body, biting down on your bottom lip. You could already tell he was starting to get hard, and it caused you to grin. “Mm..” he said softly, taking a few more pictures of you, he was sitting the camera down now. “We’ll take some more later.” He said softly. You sat up now laughing softly because you could see how turned on you made him. “Ready to do the roleplay, little one?” he asked with a smirk. You nodded. “Yes...” you answer. He went back into his closest grabbing something he had gotten for you; it was a mini skirt that kind of matched the lingerie you were wearing and a white button up blouse. “Put this on for me.” He said. You nodded, grabbing the skirt and blouse, and slipping it on, and zipping it up on the side and tucking the blouse into it, you didn’t see the point of the skirt because it hardly covered a thing, but this was for his fantasy, so you didn’t question it. 

He then grabbed a robe and handed it to you. “Put that on.” He said. You were a bit confused now but shrugged and put the robe around you, tying it in the front and then he grabbed your hand and began to head out of the room with you. “Wait, where are we going?” you asked. “Just to my office I want the roleplay to feel as real as possible.” He says. “But aren’t your guys still here? The staff? Won’t they hear us?” you now whispered. “Don’t worry about it, baby.” He says reassuringly as he takes you downstairs and into his office, shutting the door behind the two of you. “Take your robe off.” He says. You untie your robe and slip it off setting it aside. “Now you sit at the desk and pretend your grading papers or somethin’ and I’ll come in asking for extra credit and I tell you I’ll do anythin’ for that extra credit, and we’ll just improvise from there. Okay?” he says. You were looking at him a bit stunned at how he already had a story planned out, and you nodded slowly. “Okay.” You say as you made your way over to his desk, taking a seat and crossing your leg over the other, unbuttoning some of the buttons on the shirt so your breasts were showing a bit, doing your best to appear sexy. You felt a bit silly, but you did it anyway and started to pretend to look through papers. 

Elvis now heads out of the office and now comes back in slowly, shutting the door and now his whole demeanor has changed and he’s acting like a young teenager would, he was an actor so that wasn’t surprising how could change up so quickly. It only encouraged you more and you cleared your throat looking up at him a bit serious getting into character. “How can I help you, Mr. Presley?” you say. “I wanted to talk to you about my grades, Miss. N/A.” He says as he takes a seat in a chair. “Well, there’s not much to talk about you never turn in homework and the only way for you to pass my class is with extra credit. Which I don’t think you deserve.” You say sternly. “Please... I need the extra credit. I’ll do anything to get it.” He pleaded. You raised an eyebrow at him now, biting down on your bottom lip at his pleading. “Hm, anything?” you say with a smirk getting up from the desk and walking over to him, your hand resting on his shoulder. He nods slowly staring up at you, trying his best not to look at your breasts that were peeking through your open blouse. “I’ll do anything, please... I don’t want to fail the class…” he says softly. “I think we can work something out then…” you say teasingly and walking over to the door to lock it. 

He's looking at you a bit nervous now, you couldn’t believe how well he was staying in character, it was hard for you to not crack a smile or laugh at yourself, but you stayed in character. You walked back over to him now, sitting in front of him as you leaned up against the desk and you lifted your right leg up, your foot resting on the arm rest of the chair he was sitting on, your skirt hiking up your thighs now and your panties exposed in front of him, he gulped slowly as he stared between your legs, you glanced down to see he was already getting hard, causing you to smirk to yourself. “Let’s see how much you really want that extra credit… I’ll give you a certain number of points if you do well.” You say. “D-Do well at what?” he said quietly as eyes continued to linger between your legs. “Pleasing me, Mr. Presley.” You say with a grin, reaching over to grab ruler that was sat on his desk and now you lifted yourself up to sit on the desk, spreading your legs wide open in front of him your skirt now rising above your hips, you pointed the ruler at him and resting it beneath his chin as you stared into his eyes. “Be a good boy now and get down on your knees...” you say demandingly. You caught a small smirk form on his lips as he broke character a bit, he got up from the chair and slowly got down on his knees in front of you. 

You brought your right hand down now running it slowly over your thighs and slowly unhooking the clasps from your garter belt, you’re biting down on your bottom lip now, now you were getting turned on by this and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs. “You’ll earn one point of extra credit for eating me out.” You said with a smirk, and you smack one his hands with the ruler, and he inhaled sharply from the feeling. “You better get to work, Mr. Presley. Your grade depends on it.” you say with a grin. He licked his lips staring up at you and he nodded his head slowly, “Yes, ma’am” he says softly. You leaned back against the desk, your hands resting on top of it as you watched him between your legs. He placed his hands on your thighs, his fingers caressing the fabric of your stockings, he placed soft kisses on your right inner thigh slowly making his way up to your pussy but stopping before switching over to kiss your left thigh and kissing it all the way up to your pussy and he glanced up at you breaking character again as he smirked. You couldn’t help but giggle at him, as you chewed on your bottom lip anticipating his lips against your wet pussy. 

He reached his hands up hooking his thumbs between your panties and the garter belt, pulling both of them down your legs slowly, you kicked them off for him and spreading your legs back open for him, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer to him as he buried his face between your legs and his tongue slide between your wet folds, you let out a soft noise at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue, you brought one of your hands down now to rest on his head, grabbing a handful of his hair as you pushed his face deeper between your legs. “Fuck... Show me how badly you want that extra credit…” you say. He begins to circle his tongue slowly around your clit, your wetness smearing on his face as he began to lap his tongue around your clit and flicking it playfully before sucking on it a bit. You let out a soft moan and your head tilted back and a small “Mm..” escaping your lips. He pressed his tongue firmly against your clit dragging it up and down, his blue eyes glancing up at you from between your legs, dragging his tongue down now and sliding it inside of you, pumping it slowly. Now you were moving your hips slightly against him, gripping his hair a bit tighter as your moans grew a bit louder, your eyes rolling back. “You get two more points of credit if you can finger me and eat me out.” You mumbled out between your moans. 

He grinned at your words, he was enjoying every minute of this that his pants were so uncomfortably tight from how hard he was now, he removed his tongue and slide it back up to your clit, and moved his right hand between your legs using three of his fingers he ran them in between your wet folds getting his fingers nice and coated in your juices between shoving the three of them inside of you roughly as his tongue played with your clit and he now pumped his fingers inside of you at a steady pace. “Oh, fuck... E-E… Mr. Presley…” you moaned out almost forgetting that you were still roleplaying. You lifted your right leg and rested it over his shoulder, you grind your hips slowly against the movement of his fingers, his tongue going to work on your clit and trying to keep the same pace as his fingers, it felt like he was spelling his name out on your clit by the way he was teasing it. Your free hand gripped onto the desk as your breathing became heavier and your body squirming a bit. You could feel his long fingers deep inside your pussy, curling and hitting the spots that you began to love now each time you’ve fucked. The deeper he pumped them inside of you the wetter you were becoming already making a mess on his fingers and his face, your moans only growing louder by the minute. 

A smirk formed on your lips as an idea came to your head and now lifted your leg up and you were pushing him away from you, you hopped off the desk, he was looking up at you confused and hungry for more, watching you closely. You bit down your bottom lip a small giggle escaping your lips seeing how desperate he was for you. You grabbed the ruler again and without even giving it another thought you pushed everything off the desk onto the floor and you slapped the desk with the ruler the sound echoing through the room. “Get up here…. Now...” you demanded. He was in complete awe of you and how easy it was for you to take complete control of him and that only turned him on more. He got up slowly from the floor, thinking you were going to let him fuck you he started to unbuckle his pants and you shook your head, slapping his hands with the ruler, he winced softly from the pain. “Did I say you can take your pants off, Mr. Presley? We haven’t gotten that far in the lesson yet...” You said teasingly with a smirk. “I-I’m sorry, Ma’am.” He said softly before climbing onto the desk and laying down on his back, waiting for what you were going to do next. 

You placed the ruler down and you unzipped your skirt and slide it down your legs, letting it fall to the ground where your panties and garter belt laid, then you were unbuttoning your shirt and removing that as well along with your bra, only leaving your stockings on that went with the lingerie, he tilted his head up a bit to look at you and he mumbled the words, “Fuck…” at the sight of you. You grabbed the ruler again and climbed onto the desk, hovering above him, rubbing the ruler up the fabric of his pants, circling it around his thighs and then rubbing it firmly against his hard cock that was screaming to be freed from his pants, he let out a soft groan, you could hear his breathing growing heavier. You smirked at you, pouting at him mockingly. “Looks like someone is begging to come out and play, huh?” you said playfully. He nodded with such desperation in his eyes. “Y-Yes.. Please..” he begged. “Ah, ah... if you’re going to pass this class, you’re going to earn that just like the extra credit.” You said teasingly 

You grabbed one of his hands guiding it up your thighs and in between your legs, brushing his hand against your soaking wet heat. You bit down on your bottom lip as you grinded slowly against his hand. “F-Fuck..” he whispered feeling your slick coat his fingers again. You removed his hand and now you climbed a bit further above him, resting your thighs on either side of him, sitting your bare pussy directly on his cock the fabric of his jeans causing a bit of friction against you, a small noise escaping you as you slowly began to hump his cock through his jeans, he was groaning softly now watching you on top of him with so much lust in his eyes, his hands wanting to grab your waist but you quickly slapped them away with the ruler, shaking your head at him, he winced again. You began to move yourself faster against him and now small moans were escaping your lips, your pussy making a mess on his jeans, and you leaned down towards him, pressing a small kiss to his lips and whispering against them softly. “I wanna make a mess on your face… You get 5 extra points credit if you can make me cum on it.” You said with a smirk, and he licked his lips with a grin. “Yes, ma’am. I-I-I’ll do my best.” He muttered out softly between groans. 

You giggled softly at his response trying to keep your dominate demeanor and you climbed up further above him now, your thighs resting on either side of his head, his arms moving up to wrap around your thighs, pushing you down on his face and you let out a soft gasp, his warm wet mouth against your pussy and dragged his tongue between your dripping wet folds, playing with your sensitive swollen clit and your thighs tighten around him a bit at the feeling, you dropped the ruler on the desk and your hands tangled into his hair as his tongue slide deep inside of you, he pressed you down further onto his face, his nose right up against your clit and slowly rubbing up against it each time his tongue moved inside of you. “Fuck… Elvis... Just like that, baby…” you moaned out softly forgetting your role in this for a moment. His hands moved from your thighs to your ass, gripping it tightly in his hands as he held you down on him. You slowly began to ride his face and his tongue, moving in sync with each thrust it made into you and now the friction from his nose against your clit was building further and you tilted your head back, your eyes rolling shut and your hands tugging at his soft black hair tight, as you whimpered and moaned above him. 

Now you were rocking your hips at a steadier and quicker pace his tongue began to move faster inside of you, fucking you as deep as he could, you could hear soft groans escaping him the feeling of them vibrating against your pussy, causing even more pleasure for you, at this point were practically humping his face the both of you moving completely in sync with one another, your moans only growing louder the deeper his tongue went, you were moaning his name out over and over like it was the only word you knew, you could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach and aching to come to the surface. “Oh, E-Elvis… Elvi-s-s.. E-El..” the words echoing throughout the room. Meanwhile when he told you not to worry about anyone hearing, outside the office some of the house staff in fact overheard some of the noises coming from his office, appalled by what the two of you were doing at such an early hour of the morning, they did their best to ignore it and continued doing their jobs.

You tried your best to find the words through your moans as your thighs were tightening again around him, his soft hands running up and down every curve of your body. “Y-You’re gonna make me c-cum…” you said breathless. He loved the sound of those words, and he grabbed your hips with his hands, bouncing you up and down slightly against his tongue, his face completely covered in your slick as he ate you out like you were his last meal. That was all it took... Your orgasm now forcing its way up you feel yourself close to that ecstasy that you craved, now you were feeling that odd feeling you felt once before back in his dressing room with him when you were about to cum, you knew exactly what it was now and you mumbled the words, “Oh god...” softly under your breath because you had no time to warn him when suddenly you reached that peak and your orgasm came out in droves, the noises like no other, your legs shaking as you came and squirted all over his face at the same time, you could hear him groan loudly from between your legs, but you couldn’t move off of him yet until you rode out that high on his face and once you did you quickly slide yourself off of his face, moving down to hover above his torso, looking down at him and seeing his face completely a mess from you, you became so flustered from what you just did. “I-I’m sorry...” you say quietly.

But he couldn’t look happier in this moment he licked his lips repeatedly, tasting you on them and he chuckled softly at your reaction. “What are you sorry about?” he said with a grin. “That was fucking hot, baby. You’re so damn good at this, we’re gonna need to roleplay more often.” He laughed softly. You chewed on your bottom lip and smiled at his words; you don’t know why you felt so embarrassed about squirting when he made it clear he loved it. “You need a minute, or can we continue?” he asked eagerly. “We can continue.” You said with a smile. You slide off him now not before grabbing your ruler and you got yourself back in character, he smirked grabbing his shirt and lifting it up a bit to wipe his face that was covered in your fluids. “My, my… Mr. Presley… Well done in the first part of your lesson That scored you some extra points.” You said with a smirk, sliding the ruler firmly across his cock, tapping it lightly against the fabric of his jeans, he watched you now with a smirk. “Are you ready for your next lesson?” you asked teasingly. “Yes, ma’am… More than ready...” he said confidently. 

You smirked at his words and smacking his cock with the ruler, which caused him to jump a little and he groaned. “Get up and take your pants off for me then.” you demanded. He nodded and moved off the desk now, standing in front of you as he unbuckled his pants and slide them down, kicking them off his ankles and you watched hungrily as he removed his pants, his cock springing out hard as a rock. You moved closer to him now, reaching your hands up to unbutton his shirt, removing it off him and letting it fall with the rest of the clothe scattered on the floor, you eyed his body up and down with a smirk, moving even closer to him, caressing his chest gently with your left hand and slowly moving it up toward his face, your fingers brushing against lips slowly, forcing your fingers into his mouth. “Suck on them.” You whispered to him with a smirk. He nodded obediently, taking two of your fingers into his mouth and sucking on them slowly as he looked you right in eyes. You giggled softly, reaching around to spank his ass with the ruler. “Good boy.” You whispered to him. He wasn’t expecting that, and he furrowed his brow giving you a look, but you could tell he secretly enjoyed it. 

You removed your fingers from his mouth once he had them nice and wet and then you wrapped that same hand around his cock, stroking it slowly as you made eye contact with him, he let out soft groans, your face getting close to his and dragging your tongue across his lips, still being able to taste yourself on him. “If I knew how big you were I would’ve been asking you to stay for extra credit from the beginning.” You whispered softly against his lips. He didn’t know how much more he could take with you being this way, it was turning him on so much. “Fuck.. You’re so damn hot.” He mumbled softly, breaking character. You laughed softly also breaking character, Elvis made you feel so sexually liberated in ways you never imagined before. Every time he had you discovering things about yourself that you were surprisingly into. You loved it. 

“Stop breaking character!” you said playfully to him. He chuckled softly and nodded and got himself back into character and you did the same, shaking your head at him. You removed your hand from his cock and climbed onto the desk now, he turned around now to watch you as you scooted toward the edge of the desk toward him, your legs spread wide open, completely exposed to him and he could see how wet you were still, he smirked just a bit at the sight of you, you leaned back a bit, propping yourself up with your right hand and you moved the the ruler between your legs, tapping the ruler against your pussy lightly. “Your finale lesson of the day, Mr. Presley... Let’s see how well you can fuck me.” You said teasingly, tossing the ruler to the side now and lying back against the cold desk, anticipating his cock being inside of you. 

He grinned to himself at your words, and he moved in between your legs now, his hands running along the fabric of your stockings and then gripping your thighs tight in his hands as he pulled you forward to him, he grabbed his cock with his right hand and guided the tip between your wet folds letting the head of his cock tap gently against your sensitive clit. You gasped softly from the feeling, pursing your lips together as you whimpered, desperately needing him deep inside of you. He continued to guide his cock down teasing your entrance with the head of his cock his precum mixing with your own fluids, then without warning he shoved his cock roughly inside of you, grabbing your thighs again and slamming his hips up against you as he forced his cock deep inside your pussy, he let out a long and low groan, your moans escaping you loudly, your walls tightening around him but not for long because he wasn’t going easy on you, your thighs were in a tighter grip in his hands now as he started slamming himself into you at a steady pace, your hands grabbing at the sides of the desk beneath you, not expecting him to be so rough, your head tilting back as you arched your back and your moans escaping you louder than before. “Oh my…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as he began to move your hips in sync with his movements and each time, he slammed his hips forward he was slamming you down on his cock, the desk making loud noises beneath the two of you with every thrust and the sounds of his grunting and your moans echoing throughout the room and now everyone who was in the house, including some members of his Memphis mafia could hear exactly what the two of you were doing. 

Your eyes were rolling back, and you could hardly keep your eyes open from how amazing he felt inside of you, his cock hitting every spot that drove you wild. “F-Fuck… E-Elvis.. Baby, I wanna ride you.” You managed to blurt out breathlessly. He movements slowly came to a stop when he heard your words, nodding as he was breathing heavy and pulling his cock out of you that was now covered in your slick. Your legs felt almost weak but you managed to get up and you both switch places, he laid down on the desk, his hands reaching out for you, gesturing for you to climb on top, he was in desperate need of you, you climbed on top off him, your thighs resting on either of him and he wasted no time guiding his cock back inside of you immediately, gasping softly as you placed your hands flat on his chest and his hands gripped your hips as you began to ride him at a steady pace, grinding your hips vigorously against him, causing the desk to make those same loud noises beneath the two of you as you picked up the pace and now he was thrusting his hips upwards into you matching your pace and speed, his head tilting back and his eyes fluttering shut as his groans started turning into moans, you whimpered softly feeling his cock balls deep inside of you, you leaned down against him, your chest pressed up against his, the hairs from his chest tickling your nipples as your hands now grasped part of the desk by his head as you fucked each other, his hands moving down toward your ass, spanking it hard a few times the sound filling the room along with the noises that escaped the both of you. 

You moved one of your hands down to his face, gripping it gently in your hand forcing him to look at you and it was wonder how you were able to form a sentence, not forgetting that you were still roleplaying. “Let me hear what you’ve learned in this class, Mr. Presley.... Speak German to me as you fuck me.” You said breathlessly with a smirk knowing he knew a tiny bit from his movie G.I Blues, and you always just loved it even if you didn’t understand what he had said, it was just hot hearing him speak another language. He was caught off guard by that but loved your improvising and in an airy response he said, “Y-Yes, m-ma’am…” he tried his best to remember some of it, each word coming out breathless between his moans as he recited them, “M-Muss i denn, muss i denn, z-zum städtele hinaus…” you tried your best not to giggle because you weren’t expecting him to do it. But hearing him speak German was so fucking hot to you, that it only caused you fuck him harder. 

You were both breathing heavily, bodies sweating against one another, fluids mixing, your lips were against his now and your moans were vibrating off of one another and you were damn close to your second orgasm of the morning, this time it wasn’t taking it’s sweet time to build up because you were already so overstimulated, you knew Elvis was close after fucking him a few times now you began to be more aware, his hips were bucking and his legs shaking, his cock practically pulsing inside of you from how badly he wanted to cum. You kissed his lips softly and mumbled against them. “You get all the extra credit if you cum inside of me…” you smirked. He raised an eyebrow with a grin on his face, mumbling back against your lips. “You really want me to?” he asked. “Mhm... Please, baby…” you begged now. You didn’t care about the consequences. He smirked now and he pushed you down roughly on his cock holding you still as he fucked you, you let out a small yelp from his roughness, you buried your face against neck now as you moaned out his name against his ear in a whimpering cry as you felt yourself reaching your orgasm and your hands clawing at the desk now as you felt your legs go numb and your eyes squeeze shut and your body shaking as you came all over his cock, and seconds later he followed right behind you, he let out loud groan as his warm cum filled you all the way up, the both of you making a complete mess on each other as you rode out your orgasms together. 

Your body completely giving out on you and collapsing on top of him exhausted, he carefully pulled out of you. “God fucking damn, woman…” he said nearly out of breath, exhaling sharply as he tried to catch it. His arms wrapping around you as he chuckled tiredly, glancing down at you a bit with a grin on his face seeing how defeated you were. You needed a moment as you rested your head against his chest, nuzzling into him, breathing heavily. He traced small circles against your back with his fingers lightly. “Baby, I gotta tell ya… You are something. I’m not kiddin’ when I say we need to roleplay more.” He laughed. You giggled softly at his words, finally lifting your head up your chin resting on his chest as you looked at him with a smile. “I don’t know what gets into me...  But you bring it out of me.” You said softly. He grinned. “Well, damn... I bring a dirty little girl out that’s for sure.” He says playfully. 

You laughed softly, rolling your eyes at him and you stared at him for a moment as the room grew silent now, bringing a hand up to his face and caressing his cheek gently. “Elvis.” you said softly. “Yes, baby?” he said with a smile, glancing down at you and resting one of his arms behind his head as he kept the other around your waist. You were a bit hesitate to bring it up, but he was obviously in a better mood now, you sat up a bit now your face hovering above his. “What happened earlier? I heard some of the shouting.” you say hesitantly. He shook his head at your words. “I told you nothin’ that you needn’t be concerned about.” He says. “But... I don’t want you to kick anyone out just because I’m here. I don’t want to change anything.” You say a bit innocently. He brought his other arm up now from your waist, placing his hand against your cheek and cupping it gently. “You’re not changin’ anything, little one. I just wanted us to be able to spend time together without them around for a bit. Especially because I want to introduce you to my father and dodger.” He said with a smile. You nodded slowly. “But... I heard what Red said… He doesn’t seem to like me much.” You say softly. 

“Fuck him, he’s an asshole sometimes. Don’t listen to anything he says, baby.” He said shaking his head. He pulled your face toward his and he kissed your lips softly as he mumbled against them. “You’re my sweet, pretty little girl...” he said with a smile, kissing your lips again and you blushed at his words returning each of his kisses. “You always have a way with words, don’t you?” you laughed. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and you both laughed knowing everyone knew what you two were up to. “Yes?” Elvis answered. “Elvis, breakfast is ready for you and your uh... lady friend.” said, Mary Jenkins, his personal cook. He never had anyone call him Mr. Presley, he didn’t like it especially when he was home. He chuckled. “Thank you, Mary.” He said with a grin. “Oh gosh, I thought you said no one would hear!” you said playfully to him. “I never said that.” He chuckled. You got up now, shaking your head, you hoped she didn’t get the wrong impression of you. You started searching for the robe he gave you earlier through the mess that you both made in his office, once you found it you slipped it on and tied it in the front. 

He got up now from the desk, gathering his clothes from the floor and getting dressed again as he continued to laugh to himself about the situation. You hit his arm playfully. “It’s not funny, Elvis.” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “C’mon, baby, let’s go eat and then maybe we’ll shower together next.” He said teasingly, reaching his hand out for yours. You knew what he meant by that, and you just shook your head as you laughed, taking his hand as he was heading toward the door, unlocking it. “Wait, what about this mess?” you said as you gestured your head toward the floor that was covered in everything that sat on his desk along with some of your clothing. “We’ll clean it up later, it’s fine.” He says and he leads you out of the office and into the kitchen where you both would be subjected to knowing looks about what you did this morning. 

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sorry if I missed anyone!

[captain-mj]

Idk if u do Alejandro x Rudy but I really need some top Rudy and bottom Alejandro in my life like Alejandro is WHIPPED and Rudy would take full advantage of that in the bedroom

My asks are open btw! And I love this ship!

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Rudy smiled softly at Alejandro. He trailed his hands through his hair, watching Alejandro flush. Right now, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Alejandro between his legs on the floor. Alejandro looked up at him, absolutely adoring. Rudy couldn’t help the rush it gave him, knowing all that attention was on him. 

"What can I do for you, Rudy?" Alejandro asked softly, kissing his wrists. He looked up at him pleadingly. 

Rudy shook his head slightly, a little amused. "Oh, Alejandro. Stay on your knees for me, okay?"

Alejandro nodded and kissed his fingers, taking one into his mouth and swirling it gently. His tongue ran its way over it, all while he looked up at Rodolfo adoringly. It was hard to turn down an offer like this when Alejandro was already on his knees. 

Rudy pulled his hand away and kissed him sweetly before smirking. "Undo my pants, darling." Alejandro jumped to follow the command, tugging down all the offending fabric. He didn't wait for Rudy to ask, kissing along his cock. His hands settled on Rudy’s thighs, completely focused on his task.

Rodolfo moaned softly as Alejandro slid his tongue up him slowly. He buried his hand in his hair and gently guided him to take his cock down his throat. Alejandro purred softly around him, the vibrations going straight through him and up his spine.

"Fuck you're good at this." Rudy moaned and Alejandro preened under the praise, bobbing his head. His mouth was so warm and he hollowed his cheeks right as he deep throated him, exactly how he liked. Rodolfo groaned and yanked his hair, making Alejandro gag a little.

"Sorry, mi amor." Rodolfo pet his hair soothingly to apologize, even though Alejandro didn't seem to care. "Get up."

Alejandro pulled away immediately, looking up at him from between Rodolfo's legs. He made a pretty sight on his knees, even if he was pouting the slightest bit. 

"Get undressed." Alejandro got up and started stripping, leaving everything in a heap on the floor.

Rodolfo watched him, enjoying the desperation that rolled off of him. Alejandro quickly got in bed, kissing him passionately. He grabbed Rodolfo's face, their chests brushing against each other from how close they were. 

Rodolfo leaned over him, pressing him down into the bed. “Go ahead and spread your legs, beso.” 

Alejandro spread his legs, flushing more at the nickname. “Mi amado, please.” He grabbed the headboard above him and... christ. Rodolfo loved him. He was so pretty, tattoos dotting his skin. He put his hands on his waist, kissing along his stomach.

“You’d do anything for me, right?”

“Yes. Anything, Rudy.” He moaned softly as Rodolfo bit him. 

Rodolfo grinned and settled between his legs. He leaned over him and Alejandro quickly leaned up to kiss him again. 

Rodolfo gently prepped him, knowing it drove him crazy. Alejandro clearly wanted to rush him, but Rodolfo kept kissing him, not letting him get a word out. Eventually he just wrapped his arms around his shoulders, moaning softly.

He finally pulled away and Alejandro looked at him lovingly. “ You’re gorgeous.”

Rudy smiled at him and pushed into him gently, giving Alejandro plenty of time to adjust. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, nipping Alejandro’s chest. Ale was like a fucking vice around him and it felt so good. He groaned softly and thrust into him, watching Ale’s back start to arch.

“Please.” Alejandro kissed at him. “I can take it. Please.” Rodolfo smiled at him.

“You’re a handful, Colonel. You know that?”

“I just want to make you feel good, Rudy.” Alejandro answered honestly. 

Rodolfo sped up immediately, holding him close and slamming into him. Alejandro cried out and his hands were scrambling at Rodolfo’s shoulders, nails cutting at him. Rodolfo didn’t mind, kinda liking the sting, so he did it again and again, trying to find the right angel. 

Alejandro screamed and Rodolfo purred. There it was. He hit his prostate over and over again, feeling him thrash and cry out over and over again. 

Rodolfo sucked hickeys into his neck, making sure none of them could be covered by his uniform. He wanted everyone to see tomorrow. Alejandro was his and always would be. Took him forever to make the idiot realize it and he wasn’t going to ever let him go again. 

Alejandro groaned softly and twisted his hips, making Rodolfo moan. He pressed against him, trying to pull Rodolfo even deeper inside him as if that was possible. His arms came to wrap around him until they were inseparable. 

“Mi amado.” Alejandro moaned softly, throwing his head back. “All yours.”

Rodolfo took a deep breath, trying to keep his head. He loved when Alejandro said stuff like that. Didn’t think he could ever get tired of it. 

“All mine, mi amor.” He kissed him softly and grabbed his cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, feeling his legs start to tremble before he came. 

“Mind if I?” Rodolfo started but Alejandro interrupted him by wrapping his legs around him and pulling him closer.

“Inside please.” 

Rodolfo laughed and kissed him, fucking him straight through Alejandro’s orgasm. He could feel him start to whimper against his mouth, getting overstimulated, before Rudy finally came in. 

Alejandro went limp immediately. His hand gently stroking up and down his arm. 

“You okay? Wasn’t too rough?”

“Rudy, I’m not fragile. You can be rough with me.”

“I just want to be careful.” Rudy laughed, kissing him again. 

[thatbigbisexual29]

Master Knows Best (Hell's Paradise)

BOY OH BOY I A ACCIDENTALLY GOT ON THE TRAIN TO WRITER'S BLOCK TOWN WHOOPSIE DAISY! Yeah... sorry guys, these two fic I'm working on are gonna take longer than I thought. So, here's a Hell's Paradise fic to make up for it! I fell in love with these two and I wrote this not too long ago. And I still might post that OC fic I talked about but idk yet. Anyways, enjoy for now, and thanks for your patience :)

How could Shion best describe his new apprentice? If he was trying to be nice, he would say that Tenza was a promising young boy with a good life ahead of him. If he were to be honest… Shion would describe him as a lazy, disinterested, rapscallion who only wanted to do whatever he pleased. But he wasn’t going to give up on him. Shion didn’t want to bury another student…

Before the swordsman had time to fall into more depressing thoughts, he sensed movement from behind him. Shion sat outside the dojo to feel the warm sun on his face, the dojo doors open behind him, when he felt mischief seep into the calm air. He smirked. He could hear Tenza doing his damndest to quietly sneak up behind him. After getting in that one hit, he felt awful cocky towards his master. Shion could hear each one of his student’s movements. He was not the stealthiest of people, yet he still dared. As mentioned before, Tenza was cocky.

Shion, feeling a bit mischievous himself, decided to play it up a bit. He took in a deep breath of air and let out a content sigh, even uncrossing his arm and leaning against the wood planks behind him. He could hear the cocky smirk form on Tenza’s lips as he inched closer and closer. Shion couldn’t hold back his own smile, the playful energy getting to him. He heard Tenza whisper to himself “1… 2… 3!” The blond man suddenly leapt forward, arms outstretched in an effort to tackle his master to the ground.

And at that moment, Shion softly exclaimed, “Ooh, a grasshopper.” and bent down to ‘pick up’ said grasshopper. In reality, there was no grasshopper. Shion heard his student fly out of the dojo with a surprised cry and loud grunt as he face planted into the dirt.

Shion burst out a loud laugh, holding his stomach and doubling over as Tenza gave him a look of betrayal, which made the sword master laugh even harder. Tenza couldn’t even fight down the smile that grew on his own face or the laughter bubbling from his lips. Tenza sat up and laughed with his teacher for a solid minute, even wiping away tears of mirth because of how hysterical he got.

“Y-Youhu old fart! Why did you do that??” Tenza accused, pointing at the blind swordsman. Shion chortled and snorted, only making Tenza want to laugh more. He had never seen the older man this cracked up before. It was kinda weird, but in a fun way. Shion giggled to himself then responded, “Because you were trying to get the jump on me! You thought I wasn’t going to hear you? Or trick you, for that matter?” The swordsman approached and offered his arm to the young man, smiling like he’s never smiled before. Tenza took it… and quickly pulled Shion to the floor. Shion, not expecting this, grunted and fell next to his student in the dirt. Being young and swift, Tenza pushed Shion onto his back and sat on his hips, holding down his shoulders.

“Hah! Gotcha now, old man! This is how we do it in the slums!” he celebrated, smiling at the shock on Shion’s face. Shion laughed again and smiled.

“Ah, you have much to learn, Tenza. For instance, if you want to subdue an enemy, you must go for their wrists. Or else, they can do… this!” In a swift motion, Shion flexed his fingers into claws and dug into Tenza’s sides. The young man shrieked and curled into his side in an attempt to avoid his master’s hands. The blind man turned the tables on Tenza and switched their positions. Now, Shion was holding Tenza to the ground as he sat above him, wiggling and digging his fingers into the young man’s sides. Tenza jerked back and forth as a happy laugh left his smiling lips, shaking his head and making his blond hair thrash about. He let out high pitched giggles which fought for Shion’s favorite sound, right next to Eizen’s squawk of surprise when you pinch his lower back. Tenza’s laugh is as silly as he is. It sounds goofy, childish, and perfect for a kid his age. It really suited him.

“Youhuhuhu fart! Stahahahahap ihihihihit! Get ohohohohoff! Ohohohold mahahahahahahahan enohohohohough!” Tenza fussed, grabbing fistfuls of Shion’s sleeves. Shion smiled at his student, drinking in his happy attitude. He hasn’t been playful like this with anyone for a very long time. He called these times ‘breaths of fresh air’ since they come so rarely, but they are welcomed all the same. Shion, ignoring Tenza’s pleas, crawled his fingers up and into his ribs which made the boy’s laughter grow stronger. Tenza arched his back and proceeded to flop like a fish. His giggles turned into hysterical cackles, which was another new favorite sound Shion discovered. Shion laughed at his actions.

“And I thought I caught my student, not a fish! And what a wiggly fish this is! I don’t think I’ve met a fish this wiggly! I wonder if he’ll keep wiggling if I keep tickling him?” Shion pondered aloud, flustering his hysterical student.

“SEHEHEHEHEHENSEI!!” Tenza screamed. As much as he enjoyed this little moment, he was absolutely losing his mind. He had to retaliate or he would die! (Not really, he’s just overdramatic) Using that previously mentioned swiftness, used the same trick Shion used on him. He clawed his fingers and jabbed them into Shion’s sides. It was unexpected, much like Shion’s own bark of laughter. The blind man wrapped his arms around his stomach and pressed his elbows on Tenza’s fingers. Tenza, on the other hand, looked like he just won the lottery.

“Master, you’re?-”

“Tenza, don’t you dare. I’ll send you back out on the streets faster than you can say- eeEEYAAHHAHA!” Shion cried out as Tenza pushed him back, sending him to the ground and digging his hands into the hardened flesh. Now, Tenza was not the most experienced tickler. He only had momentary tickle fights with some of the older kids in his hometown, but only knew the feeling once or twice. But, he was experienced in clawing through dirt, which is kinda like tickling if you put pressure on the skin right. So, that’s what he did. He gently dug and clawed into Shion’s sides and belly and it made the poor swordsman toss his head back and cackle like a crazy man.

“Tehehehehenza!! Wahahahahahait! C-Cease this behahahahahahahaviour!” Shion tried to grab Tenza’s hands, but the young man was too quick. He bounced his fingers around his torso, poking and pinching to no end. Shion would be proud if he wasn’t the one getting tickled.

“Hell no, old man! I should get my revenge after you almost killed me! Now take that! And that and that!” Tenza smiled and laughed, enjoying himself as he tickled his master to tears. This feeling that rose in his chest… What was that? It was giddiness, excitement, happiness, and it overwhelmed him.

“T-Tehehenza! Be-Behihihihihind you! Staahahahahahahahap!” Shion spoke with more umph now, as if somewhat panicked.

“What, so you can trick me and tickle me again? No way, old man! Receive your just dessert!” Tenza smirked, digging right into a sweet giggle spot on his master’s ribs.

“I can assure you,” a wild Eizen appeared behind them, “your master is not trying to trick you.” Tenza squeaked in surprise and practically lept off his master, sitting on his knees and in a bowing position. “S-Sensei Eizen! I’m sorry we were just… just…” Tenza attempted to explain himself, but as he did, a heat started to overtake his face. Shion, now recovering, stood up with a slight smile on his face, not feeling Eizen’s harsh glare.

As the two adults spoke to each other, Tenza felt hot shame wash over his body, chasing away that warm, nice feeling from a few seconds ago. He knew Eizen could see his red-faced embarrassment, and maybe that’s why he stopped arguing.

“Just don’t let me see it again. Understood?” Eizen sighed. Tenza stood and agreed with Shion. As the two watched the man walk away, Tenza felt a poke to his arm. He turned to see Shion with a finger to his lips in a ‘hush’ motion. The blind man proceeded to sneak behind the red head and pinch his lower back, earning a hilarious squawk from the man. Shion and Tenza both burst out laughing. Shion grabbed Tenza’s arm and ran, Eizen hot on their trail.

That feeling Tenza felt earlier was back, and he finally understood what that feeling was. Tenza felt home.