#rage room austin

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine bucky breaking up with you

The room fell silent as the words spilled out of Bucky's mouth. Jumbled up breaths of excuses of how things were just getting a little too serious for him. How he thought things were casual and suddenly he was feeling pressured. His voice ringed in your ears, heat burning on your skin as you stared at him.

Bewildered.

Casual?

This was never casual. Sure it might have started that way, friends seeing where things could go but never was it just casual.

You allowed him to continue, listening to apologetically enthused words that meant nothing to you.

Let him finish...

Let him finish...

"....I really just need some time. I don't want anything serious right now."

Bucky studied your face, looking for signs of distress. Your face was so stone cold, Austin could have been your first name. He held onto the chair he was standing in front of, waiting and waiting until you nodded.

"Fine. I really have nothing to say. I have work in an hour, but I can come by and if you could have all my things ready..."

He looked perplexed as you listed off all your possessions around his apartment. The whole two bottom drawers needed to be cleaned out, books on the shelf, coats in the closet. There was at least two pair of shoes under his bed, he could keep the pots and pans.

"Except, I really would like my stainless pan. I'm very attached to it but other than the clothes, books, whatever else you can keep."

Bucky Barnes was dumbfounded and plain dumb. He was self sabotaging as he always did and you weren't going to play this game - he needed to figure it out all his own and if he never did, well...a person could only wait around for so long.

but, fuck, he might be worth the wait if he could get his shit together.

can't wait too long...

"Also, you have a doctor's appointment next Tuesday. Don't forget they moved buildings, you won't have to take the extra train ride. So yay..."

The half hearted 'yay' made Bucky grimace and he wanted to take it all back but you were already at the front door. He moved toward you and you met him half way, staring lovingly in his eyes. A hand brushed strands of hair from his handsome face and you smiled.

"Get your shit together, Barnes. A catch like me isn't going to wait for too long. Especially when her casual boyfriend has a really hot best friend...."

There was a hint of deviousness in your eyes, the mere thought of Steve and you nearly sent Bucky into a rage but then you gave him a peck on the cheek and walked out of his apartment.

He stood there, like a perfect idiot.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

His girl.

Pairing; Austin!Elvis x reader

Warning: STEP-INCEST! Yandere Austin!Elvis, Creampie, Forbidden love, Asshole boyfriend, Love confessions, Slut-Shaming, Forced filming, Mentions of murder, Gagging, Fingering, Forced cleaning, Innocent kink, Squirting, Humiliation kink, Meanie Elvis/loving Elvis, Innocent and naive reader, Dacryphilia.

Summary: You were Elvis Presley's little sister, his step-sister but it still counts! When your parents left to have their honeymoon vacation they left your big brother Elvis in charge and he swore that it was his job to protect you, even if it meant from yourself..

You tried to hide your excited smile as your parents told you about going on their honeymoon your brother leaning against the entrance of the dining room, his eyes bore into your happy buzzing self but you just ignored him. You were so happy, you can finally show your boyfriend that you were a woman and not a prudish little girl! You could finally show him that you were serious about him! "And Elvis is in charge while we're gone." Your mother broke you out of your daze 'What?' "But Mama I can take care of—" you started to protest but the feeling of your big brother's warm big hand on your shoulder stopped you "Don't worry Ma'am, I'll keep er safe." Elvis smiled, his charming smile that could make the toughest woman swoon and your mother did just that.

'Okay it's a minor setback but I'll think of something' you thought with determination, you promised to show Johnny that you loved him, and you couldn't go back now.

God, you were just cute, with that little pout, Elvis would do everything to make you happy, you were so precious and innocent unlike most of the women of your age, he wanted to protect you but some twisted part of him wanted to corrupt you, having you under him, mewling and moaning, make you his wife, his woman but he couldn't you were his little step-sister and he couldn't betray his father like that. You and Elvis waved goodbye to your giddy mother and father, once they were out of sight you headed up to your bedroom, saying you wanted to talk to your best friend barely staying to hear what your brother had to say in the matter. You called your boyfriend to tell him the great news and as expected he was just as excited about it as you were, he said he'd be there in 15 mins, which give you enough time to get ready.

Elvis knew something was up but he wanted to trust you, really just a nagging feeling kept bugging him. It got too much he decided to see what his good little mama was doing but nothing could prepare him for the anger he felt as moans and groans left your closed door which by the way broke a rule he placed in his house. Elvis took a breath and pushed the door open to peek in and if he thought he was angry before then what he was feeling was undeniable rage. Your limp-pencil-dick boyfriend was thrusting into you in a sloppy frenzy, close to cumming and you were obviously disappointed, unsatisfied, and miserable. He slammed the door open, you screamed out in shock and horror at seeing your handsome brother "What the fuck man?!" your boyfriend turned to curse elvis but stopped at the cold-deadly stare he wears "Camera." He asked cool, calm, and collected, the Calm before the storm "Closet." you answered with a shaky tone "You, go get it, yar goin' film how A man pleases a woman." Elvis order your boyfriend, and he didn't take it so well "Like hell!" Johnny shouted and that was it, Elvis walked over grabbed your boyfriend by the back of his shirt, and yanked him off you, his other hand gripped around johnny's throat "You wouldn't want everyone to know what ya did to that girl? that's right I know." Elvis whispered so you couldn't hear "So be a good lil' boy and get it."Elvis shoved Johnny towards the closet with much force that your boyfriend's face smacked into the door before he stumbles back to get the camera while Elvis took his clothes off slowly as if to tease you like he knew..

As if he knows your feeling about him, the dreams you daydream, the dream of being his cute housewife and stay-at-home mother, going on dates, that he knew you didn't want this to stop, you wanted him. Elvis loomed over your naked body, his clothes laid on the floor and his hardened cock lay against your pelvis bone, Johnny held the camera in his shaky hands. Elvis jerked himself just a bit before pushing into your wet pussy, how that fuck got you wet he didn't know, all he knew is each little inch was driving him mad, once he was balls in, he let everything out, "You're a fuckin' slut, ya know lettin' any man fuck ya? You're mine" He growled, his blues are now black and his skilled hips began to work. You moaned loudly as tears glossed over your eyes from the pleasure of each pump of his hips, his pace was fast and hard, but calculated and his cock hit all the places you didn't know you had, was this what sex was supposed to feel like "More!" you cried, gripping the bed sheets, suddenly Elvis's fingers were pushed down your throat, enough to make you gag around them "You don't give orders lil' girl." he hissed, pounding downwards into you. Johnny gulped, feeling sick that he was getting turned on, seeing his toy being fucked by Elvis Presley, her step-brother, he zoned onto where you and elvis was connected.

You sucked on his fingers, like that of a lollipop, eyes hooded, looking at him with those innocent eyes, Elvis's chest rumbled with a groan, he pulled his digits out, replacing them with his burning hot tongue, his pointing finger rubbed your clit in short, fast circles. You whined in the kiss, the knot in your stomach snapped, your back arched and your hips jerked, walls fluttering, sucking for everything he could offer. Elvis throws back his head, a deep, gaspy groan left his throat, and his hips stuttered. A heat poured into your already warm walls.

You let a small protest when Elvis slipped out of you, the feeling of him inside was addicting and you didn't want that to go so soon, your protest didn't last as Elvis sat beside your slight sweat-coated body, and parted your cum leaking folds, showing the camera his cum dripping out, letting go of your outer lips and sliding his two fingers down your clit and into your cunt, nothing could have prepared you for that was to come next. His digits fucked into you, like a hard-working machine, repeatedly hitting your g-spot, your eyes widened when Elvis bend over and bit-nippled your sensitive clitoris. A deeper pit took over you, screaming, tears flowing, you squinted all over the recorder and Elvis's face, still, even with your slick dripping his face held a smug smirk at your boyfriend.

Elvis got up and, licked away one of your tears "Such a pretty crybaby." He praised you, kissing your temple. His eyes turned to your boyfriend "Clean her." he spoke sternly, "S-sure just let me get a rug." johnny put the video record on a dresser and went to get a rug "With your tongue." johnny stopped mid-step "What?" he turned to look at Elvis in pure disbelief "Clean. Her. With your tongue. Now." your boyfriend gulped and nodded, rushing to get in between your legs. His tongue dragged up your clenching opening, catching your and Elvis's mixed cum on his tastebuds, johnny squeezed his eyes shut as he sucked and licked your cunt clean of cum.

Johnny winced moving from your legs, his cheeks got with embarrassment and humiliation "Can I go now?" he asked looking at the floor, "Sure go ahead," Elvis smiled, wiping his face with a wet rug from the bathroom, "Tell anybody about and I'll kill ya" Elvis whispered, grabbed his arm on his way out, johnny's face paled and he nodded fearfully as Elvis jerked his arm away, once he was free, he ran straight home. Elvis walked over and smiled at your passed-out form, cleaning your pussy with the other side of the rag, and laid beside you "I love ya lil' mama." he kissed your forehead, he was of course, gonna call his Memphis Mafia to deal with your sad excuse of a 'boyfriend' but for right now it was just him and you.

Just how he liked it.

@kiankiwi @18lkpeters @louisejoy86 @chasingwildflowers @crash-and-cure @plasticfantasticl0ver @galaxygirl453 @edgeofrealitys-blog, @flwersgarden.

[tadpoleteef]

gamer girl 👾

18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 1.5k

pairing: austin x female!reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m receiving), lil fem dom???, unprotected sex

summary: austin’s playing video games with friends and isn’t paying attention to you. long story short you end up trying to dom him which obvi doesn’t go far and then you ride him in his gaming chair yassssss.

a/n: hiii so i’ve been reading fan fiction for years and i’ve always wanted to write it. i wrote an austin butler one shot like 2 years ago, posted it, but it was just awful so i deleted it. then i had a the summer i turned pretty phase, and wrote a one shot about jeremiah fisher confessing his love to you. this story was also deleted because of how just awful it was. anyway, i think my writing has gotten a little better soooo here’s a little smut one shot for ya.

꒦꒷♡꒷꒦

it was around 8pm on a saturday night, and you and austin were at home, spending the rest of your night in your little apartment. you were sitting on your bed in a short white lace nightgown, scrolling through instagram. austin was across the room sitting at his desk, playing a game on his xbox. he had been playing for a little while now, screaming at his friends into the microphone and raging everytime he had to redo the level.

getting a little tired of his lack of attention, you put your phone down and walked over to where he was sitting. you stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders gently. he relaxed into your touch, leaning back into the chair with his eyes still locked on the screen in front of him. you leaned down to his ear and whispered,

“are you having fun, handsomel?”

it took him a second to respond, so you tapped his shoulder lightly which made him look back at you then back at the screen.

“uh- what? oh yeah im fine sorry im about to die”

right when he said that the tv went black and the words “game over” illuminated the screen. you could hear his friends complaining through the microphone. he threw the controller down on the game, rubbing his eyebrows and letting out a sigh.

you giggled a little bit, it was funny to see a grown man get so upset over a video game. “it's okay love, just try again” you spoke. he turned around with a stern look, “i can’t just fuckin’ try again, it’s gonna take me hours to redo all this.”

you were a little taken back by his harsh tone, so you took your hands off his shoulders and rolled your eyes, annoyed that the game was getting more attention than you. you layed back on the bed staring at the ceiling. you weren’t upset that austin was choosing his game over you right now, i mean he worked practically everyday so he needed a break sometimes, you were just craving him. jeez, when were you not? you wanted his touch, his lips on yours and his domination. you wanted him right now and that was the only thing going through your mind. acting on your thoughts you walked over again but this time you stood in front of him, between him and the desk.

“baby- could you please move?” he moved his head to the left and right trying to see around your waist. you stepped closer and put your legs through the arm holes of the chair, lowering yourself onto his waist. you were now facing him, your chests together as he looked at the screen with a confused, mad look. He kissed your cheek then laid his chin on your shoulder, pressing down the buttons on the controller. you smirked knowing he had no idea what was about to come.

you started off light, moving your hips back and forth. you weren’t sure if he knew you were even moving so you applied some more pressure, fully sitting on his dick. “guys over there ov-” he stopped mid sentence. with your smirk growing bigger, you went faster, now basically dry humping him. he switched the mic setting so it was on mute and questioned “what are you doing?”

you looked at him and took off the straps of your nightgown, letting it fall down to your waist, showing off your matching white undergarments. he looked at you up and down, drinking in your figure. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you bent down to is ear and whispered, “you’re gonna sit still and act normal while i take your dick, sound good?” you cocked your head to the side, awaiting his response. he looked up at you with a shocked expression, coming from your dominance toward him. “i like it when you’re bossy.” he squeezed your thigh. “and you didn’t answer my question.” you added to his compliment. he gave you the ‘let’s see what you got look,’ and you knew you had the okay. you took a little less pressure off his waist so he could pull down his sweatpants, boxers following.

you sat down so his member was resting, hard, against your stomach. you looked away from his piercing eyes and spat onto the tip, slowly taking your thumb and spreading it around. he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a split second taking in the feeling. he snapped out of his trance quickly when his friends started yelling at him for his inactivity.

he went to respond but you stroked his cock slowly and he but his lip to hide back a moan and put the mic on mute again. you bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile after seeing how much pleasure he was receiving. he let out a low groan when you cupped his balls slowly. you stopped your hands, looking at him. he quickly mouthed “sorry” as he disobeyed you. “not one noise from you” he nodded and you stroked him again.

after a few minutes of austin holding back moans, you could tell he was close, he was barely even focusing on the game anymore, mostly on the way your fingers gently warmed his cock. you stopped and stood up moving your panties to the side. he furrowed his eyebrows, needing more of your touch.

“how bad do you want it?” you rubbed your clit slowly in front of him. he looked down at your hand then back up at you. “really really bad” he took one hand off his controller and grabbed your waist. you switched the settings so the mic was now on and got close to it, “hi boys, austins not feeling to well, gonna let him get some rest.”

after you finished your sentence austin said bye then immediately smashed his lips into yours. the kiss was sloppy but deep, both just focusing on grabbing whatever skin you could. he pulled away and rubbed the tip against your clit gently. you sucked in a breath, knowing that meant he wanted you now. you moved forward a little more and slowly sat down. you two had just had sex two days ago but every time he first entered you, it was like you were a virgin all over again. he was without a doubt big, stretching you out as you finally sat all the way down on his cock. you moaned and let your head fall back.

wanting more, you moved your hips back and forth, placing your hands on his chest. “does that feel good angel?” he questioned, blue eyes staring into yours. “yes, oh yes” you started to go faster, austin saw your need and started fucking up into you. at the angle you two were sitting at, he was hitting your g spot with the first thrust. your moans turned into screams as he hammered into you.

“oh my god aus that's so good” you moaned and he smirked and then faster, the room becoming hotter by the second. he took one of your hands and pressed it against your stomach hard. you could feel his dick going in and out of you. “you feel my big my dick fucking your pretty pussy? gonna put a fuckin’ baby you mama”

his words brought you over the edge, and he could tell you were about to cum. he circled your clit with his fingers taking one last glance at your gorgeous body being destroyed before you cried out a moan. your orgasm sent a hot flash through your whole body. your legs were shaking and your heart was racing. without even thinking you got off austin and got on your knees in front of him, trying to help him out.

he laughed, “such a good girl helping me out” he made a makeshift ponytail with your hair and was forcing your head down. the sounds coming out of your mouth were erotic. girks and glugs filled the room and you could feel tears streaming down your face. his dick started to twitch in your mouth and you grabbed his balls again. you felt the warm cum coat your throat before you tasted it. you swallowed and took your head off him, sitting back onto your calves.

he leaned forward into the chair, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. He had never seen anything more sexy. your hair was all frizzy, mascara running down your face onto your neck, and a mix of his cum and spit spilling down your lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and then placed it in your mouth and you sucked the mixture off.

“you really thought you could dominate me?” he laughed and helped you up, sitting you down on the bed.

“hey, i had you for like the first 10 minutes” you responded smilining.

he wiped you up, got you all clean, and took you to bed. you two ended the night off by having multiple little tickle fights, and arguing over which board game you should play next weekend. right before you drifted off you heard austin's voice softly say.

“I will admit, domination by y/n y/l/n is something we should do more often.” his words took you by surprise, but you smirked and snuggled closer to him.

yep, wrapped around your finger

[writingshushf1]

Ideas for mick smut: jealous trope (never gets old), he wins a race, cowboy!mick (my beloved), there's too many ideas haha 😅

S&M

Summary: 'cause I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it. Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it...

Rating: +18

Warnings: jealousy, bond*ge, smutty smut w/ kinks: restraining, spanking, choking, org*sm denial, wrap it before you tap it !

Word count: 1.1k

Note: honestly- only writing horny and slutty stuff lately

masterlist

Mick Schumacher was jealous and it was clear that he could not hide it.

Austin. It was his first year back in Formula One and he was doing very well, but so far he had not won a single victory. That weekend was crucial, a good track, an up-to-date car, and the will to win.

It was his first weekend in the paddock, an introduction to his world. To preserve his privacy, you didn't enter through the same gate, he went through the main gate while you went through another entrance. You were not yet public and neither of you wanted to receive the harassment that usually happens when a driver takes on a new relationship. As soon as you were near his pit, the blond left you a kiss on the cheek and went to his engineers, while you were free to talk to acquaintances - and be flirted with by half the people passing by in the vip space. Including Pierre Gasly, who had no idea that you were Mick's girlfriend.

Only this caught the blond's attention, making him boil with rage. Not that he was someone who was completely possessive and not in the least bit healthy, but he was jealous and always liked to make it clear that you were dating among his acquaintances. The German didn't say that he saw this interaction between the two of you - which in his view was nothing more than innocent conversation, but he knew the Frenchman and knew that he wasted no time in going after a pretty girl like you.

The day ended with a victory for Schumacher. His first victory inside Formula One. You heard his cries of happiness over the radio, hugged the engineers, all impressed with his performance that Sunday.

Since you were in Texas, of course the drivers wanted to celebrate in a country nightclub, so cliché. Obviously, since Mick would not miss the opportunity to be cheesy, I mean really hot, he abused the country look, including a white shirt with the first buttons undone, boots and a brown leather hat.

You preferred to keep it simple, a red dress, low heels, and a jeans jacket.

During the evening, he wasn't exactly as communicative as he always was, which made you wonder if something was different, besides him winning, of course. 

You touched his shoulder gently, seeing that he was chatting with Ocon and other drivers - including Gasly. He turned and gave you a smile - one you knew very well what it was, he was playing with you, so you would play along too.

"When am I going to congratulate you on your victory?" You whined loud enough for the others to hear.

"Later, baby." He understood that you were getting into the idea and not being the least bit secretive about it.

"Go on, Mick!" Russell exclaimed, giggling.

"... Are you guys together?" Pierre's eyes widened, but he didn't understand the move.

"A little while now, though we're not so much in the public eye." The blonde commented, biting his lower lip.

……………………………………………

Later, when you two got back to your hotel room, he locked the door and pinned you against it, holding your neck.

“Lovely girl, loves to play games with me, but still gave Pierre attention early today.” He growled, getting closer.

“Oh. Someone’s jealous.” You commented, smiling - you weren’t worried anymore, seeing him all worked up like that.

“I do the talking.” He pressed your neck, restricting your air flow for a few seconds, making you whimper. “You only answer what and when I ask, okay?” His face was so close to yours, you could smell his beer smelling breath.

“Y-yes, sir.” 

“Good girl.” He smiled, passing his hands on your ass, grabbing harshly and slapping both of them.

He took you to bed, taking his belt off and tying your hands up together, also getting  rope from his suitcase and making a frog tie shibari on your legs and a diamond chest harness. Mick took a few seconds to watch your naked body all tied up, proud of his art. 

Slowly, the German started to undress too, however he saw you watching his every movement, biting your lips so hard they could bleed at any moment. 

“Speak up, baby. I know you want to say something.”

“... The hat. Keep the hat, please.”

“Oh… Someone actually likes cowboys? But you know how they say…” He took off his hat, putting on you. “Save the horse, ride a cowboy.”

His wicked grin made you shiver in anticipation. Schumacher aligned his body between your legs, letting his fingers explore your core for a few - you were already dripping wet, having him in control always made you so horny. 

When you started chanting his name, getting closer to your climax, his fingers stopped pumping inside of you and his thumb wasn’t in your clit anymore, resulting in a frustrated whimper. The blond chuckled, kissing your lips hungrily, letting his tongue move against yours, while his hands were now on your breasts, playing with your hard nipples.

“You get to cum when I want to.” He whispered, pinching one of your nipples harshly.

Without waiting, Mick slowly pushed himself inside of you, groaning with the thigh sensation you gave to him. You closed your eyes, having him filling your body like that was so pleasurable, like it was meant to be.

He thrusted inside of you quickly, not caring that the bed made a somewhat loud noise, the German was more focused on listening to your moans mixing with his. 

You let a whimper escape your lips when you felt his fingers explore your clit again, thinking that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself, you needed to release and he knew that. So Schumacher stopped pushing into you, changing your position - ass up, face on the mattress.

Then, a vibrating sound got into your ears following a gasp, he was pressing a vibrator up against your core, while he started to thrust into you again, faster and harder than before.

“Do you want to cum?”

You moaned in response, however, he didn’t like it, so a slap against your ass came as a payback.

“I said, do you want to cum? Beg for it.”

“Please, sir… I want to cum on your dick. Please! I need to.”

“Good girl.”

He increased the speed of the vibrator as his thrusts were messier and you came on him, making your walls clench and he came inside of you as well. 

After watching the cum drip on your legs, he laid you down, slowly untying the harness that he made on you.

“I need to make you jealous again.” You whispered, letting a chuckle escape.

“Never again, please.” He laughed as well. “Even though I liked to see you begging, it unlocked new feelings for me.”

“Oh, so I’ll beg for it more often.” With your free hands, they roamed through his chest.

[daddyhausen]

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ 「 KINKTOBER DAY SIXTEEN : DOUBLE VAGINAL PENETRATION 」 ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 SUMMARY 」 — both brothers desired you but their competitive streak gets in the way

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], dvp, dom!reader, handjobs, sharing, praise, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, vaginal creampie, squirting, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

and the subsequent loss of their best friend in one kenny omega

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

it was nothing special in particular in your appearance that made them stop and stare

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

his head resting upon your thigh as he gazed up apologetically at you

“i’m sorry…” he muttered softly against your thigh

“don’t be sorry” you cooed sweetly, a hand running through the damp strands of matt’s hair

“you boys did so well” nick took a seat beside you, sighing heavily

despite his calm demeanor, he was burning with anger, betrayal

matt’s lips gently peppered kisses to your exposed thigh, inching closer and closer to your covered sex

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

“what does it look like, idiot” matt responded with his usual sarcastic quip, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts

“you lost. you don’t deserve to fuck her” nick placed a protective hand on your thigh

“and what gives you the right to say that huh? last time i checked dumbass, you lost too-“

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

“if you keep this up than neither of you get to fuck me”

they cut their act momontarily, offering each other almost apologetic glances

“now…” you started “you boys gotta learn to share”

you pat the seat beside you, offering matt to follow along

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

slowly you pried his ring gear down, freeing his cock from the elastic restraint, slowly beginning to stroke his size

matt shuddered with a shaky breath instantly writhing against the pleasure of your hand

you began to place chaste kisses to his jawline, adoring the whimpers that left his lips

your free hand reached back, beginning to palm nick through his own gear

the younger brother let out a prolonged groan, the simple touch leaving his mind in a daze

nick’s fingers reached down into your shorts, rubbing small circular strokes against your clit

you whimpered against matt’s lips, quickly breaking the kiss to give the same attention to his brother

nick’s kiss was more feverish, the subtle rage that bubbled underneath only added to his passion.

he retrieved his cock, grabbing your wrist and wrapping your hand around his shaft

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

while matt’s gripped the arm rests of the couch, desprate and needy for release

“oh god…” matt groaned, cock feverish and swollen

“you close pretty boy?” you cooed with a small whimper as nick’s finger curled upward inside your cunt

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

his seed spilling over your knuckles in spurts of warm white, his breath labored as you continued to pump his cock

nick removed his fingers from your void, averting your gaze from his brother to himself

you released matt’s cock, the older brother gasping in relief

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

poor nick would have one orgasm less than his brother it may seem

quickly releasing nicks cock as well, sitting on his lap motioning from a still recovering matt to stand behind you

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

you lifted up your hips, allowing nick’s cock to snake between your thighs

grazing the tip against your soaked walls before eventually slotting himself in with ease

a soft shudder escaped the younger of the two’s lips as he butied himself fully inside you

“c’mon pretty boy. don’t be shy” you teased matt playfully

grinding yourself back to give him a full view of your already stuffed cunt

egging him on to fill you even more

matt hesitated for a second, grasping his cock st the base, guiding himself towards your dripping void

some resistance on your part but otherwise is was such a heavenly feeling

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

both boys groaned with equal amounts of pleasure running through their veins

you began to bounce against both of them, feeling their cocks slot deep into your cunt one after another

“holy shit…” nick mattered, grabbing your hips and slamming them down onto his cock

both brothers began an assault on your cunt, the pleasure was so intense that your mind began to spin, eyes rolling into the back of your head

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

“god…so tight” matt’s moans left his lips in soft sputters

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

you nodded feverishly at nicks question, hips slapping back against theirs, taking their cocks fully

matt filled you first, his cock twitching and throbbing deep within your walls

still overstimulated and sensitive as white hot ropes seeped from between your thighs

a mix of moans and profanities left the younger buck’s lips

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

now sitting back watching the way his seed dropped out of you

“oh fuck…!” you whined, cunt creaming around nick’s size

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

“shit-“ he thre his head back in pleasure, just reveling in the feeling

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

you glacéd up at nick momentarily, the blues of his eyes glazed over with adoration

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

impatient it seems as his hands were already at your waist, cock pulsing against your ass

“you boys get yourselves cleaned up, we’ll go another round at the hotel”

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 3

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis’ full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, SMUT, oral, the usual dirty stuff

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.5K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 3! This part was a lot to write and I felt it to be a bit of a challenge to show the tension and magnetism between these two. I hope you enjoy all this and can't wait to show you what happens next. Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs. 🖤

Arriving to work the next day, you felt that familiar knot in your stomach form. Yet again, you didn’t know what would be in store for you. Would he fire you? Would you get another obscenely weird letter of praise? You had no idea but you had to show up and find out. 

Three o clock arrived and there was no phone call, just the buzzing sound of the lights above you. You tapped your leg nervously, wanting to see him but unsure what to say. He might not have seen you after all, maybe it was just you being paranoid and he wasn’t upset at all. 

Six o clock came and still no phone call. In fact, there wouldn’t be a phone call for an entire week. You were incredibly frustrated that he has you on call like this. You expected him to have more manners than this rather than keeping you waiting at his beck and call. But Tanya's voice rings in your head and it reminds you that he's "particular." Just another word for him acting like an asshole.

Looking at the clock, it was almost seven and your blood boiled. The least he could do was tell you he didn’t need you to clean today and you could go home and rest. But instead, you’re stuck here in this cold, poorly lit locker room in the basement of the Hilton.

The shrill cry of the phone makes you make a frustrated groan. You quickly pick up the receiver and raise it to your ear and don’t say a word.

“Mr. Presley will-,” you hang up harshly and head to the elevator.

You had rehearsed the things you wanted to say to him, really give him a piece of your mind. How he can’t treat you like this and you’re not some servant to him. You work for The Hilton, not for him solely, and he needs to be reminded of that. 

You rush past the men in the hallway and don’t care about the judgmental stares they give you as you head to the suite’s double doors. You open the door abruptly and slam it behind you making the walls shake. Your eyes search for Elvis in the living room and don’t see him anywhere. Not only that, the room is in spotless condition as you left it last, leaving you bewildered that you got a call in the first place. You creep your way further into the room and you get that familiar chill down your spine. Your body freezes and your eyes dart to the dark figure coming out of the bedroom.

The shadow in the corner of the room makes it’s way into the light to reveal Elvis standing in a silk black shirt and black slacks, anger radiating off of him and hitting you in waves.

“Do not slam my door,” he bellows.

You scoff at him and cross your arms on your chest, “You can’t possibly think I’d be happy waiting for a week not hearing a word from you. Then you call me up here thinking I could get the normal cleaning done! A normal person would call at the beginning of the shift that they don’t need me so I can go about my day,” you snarl.

“So you can go do what? Go home to a fiancé that doesn’t care if you exist?” He snaps back. You stare wide-eyed in shock and disbelief at the pure hate that he spits at you

“What the hell is your problem?! I have been nothing but kind and gracious to you despite your god-awful raging mood swings,” you retort. His jaw clenches, slowly walking towards you. The closer he gets, the clearer you could see his eyes, engulfed with pent-up anger. They were a much darker blue than the icy blue you saw a few days ago and you can’t figure out if it was your imagination or the lighting, but the way he’s looking at you now is dangerous.

“You’re my problem, honey,” he scoffs, “You don’t listen. You were told up front, I am the only one who tells you if I need your services, and yet you come barging in here tonight like you own the place. I didn’t need you tonight, but you hung up on one of my men and couldn’t even listen to the complete instruction,” he scowls. His eyes burn into yours as he inches closer to you.

“And possibly even worse, you went into my bedroom the other night when I specifically told you not to under any circumstances,” He growls, pointing his finger at you, getting closer than he normally gets.

“Well, I wasn’t in your bedroom so I don’t see what the issue is,” you say defiantly, watching as the disbelief washes over his face. You straighten out your posture, showing him that you’re not going stand here and take his harsh words like a scared child.

“And if you were so concerned about me finding out what you do in your bedroom, you might need to gain the ability to actually close your door and turn your porn off until I leave the penthouse,” you sneer. He quickly rushes to you, taking your face in his hand, making you look up straight into his fiery eyes.

“You have no idea what I can do to you,” he seethes. Your breathing begins to become labored and his close proximity makes it feel suffocating. You peel his cold hands off your face and throw it down at his side. 

“I’m not afraid of what some recluse with money can do to me. It was only a matter of time before you would fire me,” you say fuming. 

“Mhmm…but you’re right, maybe I should fire you. Or, maybe I should make you work for me forever, keep you all to myself,” he says darkly. Your heart thumps in your ears and you look at him wide-eyed as the mood in the room drastically shifts.

“Y-y-you couldn’t pay me enough so don’t even try,” your voice waiver the closer he gets to you.

“Maybe you’re right… maybe there isn’t a number that could make you happy, you’re just going to be as miserable as me,” he scoffs. 

“No one can be as miserable as you, I can guarantee that,” you scowl. 

He takes another step forward and you retract back, needing to keep space between you two. He smirks when he sees your reaction to him, taking one more step closer. 

“I make you nervous, don’t I?” He quips slyly. 

A lump in your throat forms and you don’t realize you’ve retreated so far in the room and are at the piano now. You bump the keys of the piano with your backside and jump at the sound. “I don’t know what you mean,” you say nervously.

“I see it in your eyes, the way your body fights to get away from me, but you can’t. You want to be here. To be close to me,” he reveals.

“Elvis, I- I’m engaged you can’t try to win your way with me like any other woman,”

“I don’t think you care about that right now. I know a troubled and unhappy soul when I see one honey. I’m just trying to figure you out. What you… need,” he emphasizes. 

“Who says I’m not already happy?” You question. Another smirk forms on his face, making you weaker by the second.

“Based on how your cheeks are flushed and your eyes pleading for me to give you attention, I’d say you need something more. Something more from me.”

You bite your lower lip, knowing everything he is saying is the truth. The longer you stare and be in his presence, the more your body craved being around him. Not only that but this carnal desire to let him have his way with you ignited a fire inside you you didn’t know existed. You look down at the carpet, mapping out the way you’re going to try to get out of here. He places his hand on the bottom of your chin, making you look up into his eyes as they consume you whole.

“Do I make you nervous, yes or no,” he spat. 

You nod your head in his hand, unable to keep your breathing steady as his eyes bore into your searching for answers. He pushes his body into yours, his erection starting to form and pushing into your tummy. You let out a slow breath, trying to fight how good his body feels on yours. The battle is lost almost immediately as you find your hands wrapped around his torso, needing him even closer, scratching your nails down his back. 

“Are you happy?” He questions. 

“I’m not happy,” you whisper. He lets a slow exhale, his body melting into yours. 

“Then stop fighting me so much and let me give you what you need,” He groans into your ear, pushing his hips into you more. You hold back the moan you want to give him, unable to denounce that this is exactly what you wanted from him. 

“I was born to please honey. It's what I do best. I get on that stage, I please the audience with my voice every night. I always make sure those around me get what they need too. Whether that’s money, food, clothes, you name it. And that applies to you too,” he pauses and takes his hand off of you. You take a sharp inhale as you feel your core throb for the first time in his presence. “So, what do you need?’ He asks patiently, smirking down at you.

“I need you to show me what you do best,” you say slyly, succumbing to him. He grins and in a flash, his lips are on yours. His lips feel better than you could have ever dreamed of. They’re soft and pillowy, kissing you with a newfound urgency you had never had before. The way he groans when he kisses you more passionately has you rolling your eyes back; like he’s been dying to do this and has mapped it all out. 

His hands are around your hips, squeezing them tightly, making you push your body into him more. His hands roam your body freely, putting them everywhere, touching certain areas longer than others then moving on to touch somewhere else. He finds the curve of your ass and squeezes it firmly, making you break the kiss and look up at him gasping.

 The way his skin felt on your body was beyond a craving; it was a need. This was exactly what you needed. All this weird pent-up energy between you two was bound to make the dam break and the only cure was having him this way. With your bodies clutching for each other, moaning and gasping for more as your apparent arousals made your thoughts go hazy.  Your hand trails down to the front of his body, grazing down his til you hit his hard bulge. Your fingers trace the outline of his cock, getting to feel how long his length really is and you look up at him. 

He has the most devious grin on his face as you keep rubbing him over his pants. You let out a breathy sigh, realizing you can’t wait any longer. 

“Mmm, Elvis,” you say low. 

“I know honey,” he grumbles, his finger hooking onto the inside of your shirt as he pops off every button. Your skirt has the same treatment as you feel the zipper slide down and it slipping off your hips. His hand finds your hair and swiftly pulls the elastic that was holding your hair back, letting it fall in effortless waves.

Before you have any chance to react to what he’s doing to your clothes, he picks you up and sits you down firmly on top of the piano. Your head spins at the way he’s touching you, being more exposed just being in your bra and panties. It's all so much better than you anticipated and it feels like his hands are burning on your skin. He grunts inwardly and rubs his hands along the inner parts of your thighs, spreading them open. His thumbs play dangerously close to the sensitive flesh that reaches your core and you can’t help but spread your legs wider for him to touch those places. Elvis stands in between your legs and brushes your hair behind your ear. His fingers unclasp your bra and slide the straps off your shoulders. Cupping your breasts in his hands, he gives them the lightest touch, rubbing your nipples in slow circles with his thumbs making you fall apart instantly for him. 

He leans you back on the piano and lifts your legs up, letting them dangle on his shoulders. Your heart pounded away as Elvis inched closer to your dripping heat. You look at him in between your legs, looking absolutely ravenous. He glides his thumb up on your covered folds and instantly brought a shock to your entire body. Your panties were soaked through already, and he smiles when he makes this discovery. He keeps rubbing your sensitive bud, watching your face as it drowns in pleasure. 

The friction he’s giving you is exactly what you wanted and it feels like heaven. He knows the exact amount of pressure to put on it to make you want more from him. Your blazing heat and his cold fingers provide such an interesting sensation that you’ve never experienced and it drives you insane. 

Elvis can’t keep his eyes off of you, wanting to make you feel better than you ever have before. He hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband and you move your hips up to help him get them off of you. He hums softly,  amused at your eagerness. He lightly glides his hands over your entire body, leaving you with chills. He can’t help but smirk when he notices how your body reacts to him. How your nipples hardened by his cool touch and how your chest heaves waiting for him to give you more. 

He crouches down slightly, placing his two fingers on your lower lips, spreading them apart, showcasing the wet mess he has created and spilling out of you.

“Fuck this kitty looks so perfect,” he moans breathlessly, looking at you with need. He rubs his thumb on your sensitive bud, making you let out an obscenely loud moan, having not been touched like this by a man in ages. He knows just the right pressure to give you, enough to work you up. He stops and looks up at you, grinning like a little devil.

 “This is one of the things I do best honey,” he groans deeply before he leans down and you feel his tongue on you. He starts to lap his tongue into your folds, swirling it and putting the perfect amount of pressure on your clit. You gasp, so unaccustomed to all of this, it feels almost overwhelming.

“Oh shittt,” you groan the more he uses his tongue. He has a tight grip on your thighs, keeping you still as you try to squirm on top of the piano. He is also groaning the more he licks at your wetness, driving you to the edge by the sounds he’s making. You lift your head up to watch him with his eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed as he looks positively ravenous as he eats you, sucking and lapping all the wetness from you. His groans sound animalistic, like he’s been so deprived for your pussy and he finally gets what he’s wanted the most. 

Suddenly, you feel his tongue slip into your entrance and you both make the most salacious moan together. He eats you like he’s trying to get all the sweet cream from the bottom of the cone, not letting a drop get unlicked. 

He sucks on your clit before taking his lips off of you, “Goddamn baby, tasting so fucking good. I've never had someone taste so sweet. Just like honey,” he murmurs drunkenly and goes back to licking your weeping folds. One hand is on your thigh, holding your leg up in the air and the other is grasping onto the edge of the piano, hunched over in stature as he is so laser-focused on you. 

You hadn’t experienced this very often and it was definitely never like this. This was beyond pleasurable, it was euphoric with the way he made you want to get the very edge and come apart with his mouth on you.

Your hips start to rock involuntarily into his face, needing more from that mouth of his.

You feel his lips form into a mischievous smile as you continue to do this, guiding his tongue where you want it most.

“That’s right baby, I make you feel so good hmm,” he whispers. The sound of his voice makes your walls flutter and you can’t last much longer. Your breathing begins to shake, not used to so many sensations that he is giving you right now. He plunges his tongue deep inside you and you practically see stars behind your closed eyes. He keeps this same pace, moving his tongue in and out of you as you reach for his hair. You tangle your fingers in the soft black tresses and continue to rock into his face, feeling the warmth of your orgasm rush all over your body. You moan loudly as his tongue continues to fuck you and your squeezing walls. 

Your body tingles all over and feel more pleased than you have in ages. You never particularly liked oral because you had a harder time finishing, but tonight, that was the complete opposite problem. 

If that’s what he can do with his mouth… what can he do with the rest of his body…

He takes his mouth off of you, your slick covering his lips and chin, his eyes looking positively drunk on you. Standing up, his chest heaves when he looks at you, contemplating what he’s going to do next to you. His long index finger glides through your sensitive folds, making you hiss at the added pressure. 

His other hand traces your jaw and his thumb rubs along your lips, humming to himself as you lick the pad of it. He groans at your little insinuation and moves his hand down to your neck putting the most delicious amount of pressure there. 

Suddenly, you feel his finger enter your weeping core and you gasp and groan at the intrusion. Your walls hug his digit snugly and he too lets out a pent-up moan as he moves it in and out of you slowly. 

“Fucking hell honey, when was the last time a man fucked you right,” he coos. 

Your mind races and your body aches with desire, needing him to take care of every last want and need you crave. 

“I-I-I don’t remember,” you manage to mumble, feeling his long finger get deeper inside you. Your jaw drops as he continues to feel your slick walls, letting out a loud moan. 

He enters another long finger inside you and you cry out his name, so completely enamored with the feelings that are being brought into your body. Your walls flutter and you sit up on your elbows watching what he’s doing to you. He curls his fingers inside you, hitting a soft spongy spot you didn’t know existed before. He keeps curling and pushing there, making you moan louder for him. 

His mouth is back on your clit, suckling it eagerly. You can’t hold back anymore and feel your walls squeeze around his fingers. Your head falls back, begging for him to give you more. The rippling wave of pleasure hits you like a train and won’t stop as long as he has his mouth on your aching bud. You try to push his head away from your over-sensitive core but he doesn’t let you move it. Sitting there shaking with pleasure, he stills your legs and looks at you deviously. 

“I’m gonna show you how a man should fuck you, honey,” he growls, his eyes continuing to look dangerous and yet so attractive. He pulls his fingers out of you and picks you up off the piano, pulling you into the next room. 

His bedroom is dark, with black furnishings taking up most of the space and a large king-sized bed in the middle across from the tv stand. A picture of an angel in stained glass sits on his nightstand, backlit with a candle to shine on the depiction of the biblical figure. 

Elvis pulls back the sheets and places you in the middle of the bed. He doesn’t get on it with you right away, instead, he just stares hungrily at you, working the buttons of his shirt to reveal his body to you. Your eyes wander down to his pants and see his straining erection and he notices you staring. 

“Need something, sweetheart?” He teases. 

You nod your head at him, “Mhmm, I do” you beckon, trying to reach for his hand to pull him in. He doesn’t move though, and takes his hand away from you.

“Tell me what you need,” he prods. 

“I need your cock,” you pant. 

He slowly drags his pants off his hips, his erection slapping his lower stomach as it springs free. You lay there unable to function. Seeing it up close makes you feel an undeniable need to have him fill you with all of that. Your heart races out of your chest as he still doesn’t make a move yet. 

He wraps his hand around his length, slowly pulling back his foreskin to better showcase his red leaking tip. He looks down at you slyly, watching how you bite your lip and scoot closer to him on the edge of the bed. 

“Did you like it?,” he cocks his head at you waiting for your response.

You look at him puzzled, “Did I like what?” You ask unsure. 

“The other day, did you like watching me get off?” He says darkly.  You hold your breath, confirming your big fear that he did indeed see you watching him through the crack of the door. You know there’s no point in lying, he saw you and there’s no other excuse. 

“Yes,” you squeak out embarrassed. A sly grin washes over his face and his hand continues to rub his length. 

“Then say it,” he commands, his voice deep and gruff. Your stomach drops when you hear his tone and what he is expectantly waiting to hear from you. You don’t have to ask what he wants and you take a deep breath before speaking. 

“I liked watching you get off,” you say in a breathy moan. He bites the bottom of his lip and nods his head at you. 

“I know honey, I know you did. I liked how you watched me. Now it’s time to give you what you want,” he groans, getting on the bed in between your legs and spreading them open. The coolness of his hands pressing into your soft thighs makes you shiver with anticipation. He guides the tip of his cock in between your folds, covering it with your slick and you groan. 

He lines himself up to your entrance and pushes a few inches in swiftly. You gasp at the initial penetration, he feels so much bigger than you anticipated and you haven’t had sex in so long that your body needs a second to acclimate. Your hands reach for his arms and grab onto him tight and groan. 

He also lets out a loud moan as he moves in and out of you slowly, his eyes closed shut and his mouth dropped open in pleasure. 

“Fuuckkk honey. Squeezing me so damn tight. You feel perfect,” He groans through his teeth, pushing more of his cock inside of you. 

Your fingers dig into his flesh, leaving little red marks on his biceps. There’s a searing pleasurable pain that resides within you as you try to take him. He watches how you writhed on the bed, gasping for air as all of this is overwhelming. 

“Ahh, oh my god Elvis,” You moan as you toss your head to the side, squeezing your eyes shut. You hear him hum in delight as he watches every single reaction come out of you. How you inadvertently moan for more when he pulls his length out of you and how your face looks when he plunges the rest of it in you. 

“Oh my god,” you both moan out. 

“Elvis, holy shit…” you managed to get out as he starts to snap his hips faster into you. 

“What honey, you not used to get fucked like this hmm?” He teases. 

You shake your head fervently, looking down as his length goes in and out of you. 

“No, feels so good though,” you whimper. He pushes your legs up more and has both of his hands on your knees and he grinds his hips into you, watching you from above. God those hips were talented in more ways than one, the way he was barely moving them but was hitting the most perfect spot inside you had you dying. 

The coil in your belly tightens by the second and has you crying for release. Almost reading your thoughts, he stops and pulls out of you. You plead for him, wanting nothing more than for him to make you cum. His eyes are still very dark, lust taking them over as he watches you plead for more of him. 

“Elvisss please oh god,” you cry, pulling at his arms to get him on you again.

“You’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want baby,” he commands. 

You let out a frustrated moan, looking into his eyes, “Keep fucking me, your cock feels so good,” you beg unashamedly. 

He grins at you and quickly puts your legs on his shoulders. He lines himself up again and plunges into you fast and fervently, making you see stars already. Elvis stretches his arm over you, holding onto the bed frame for leverage as he pounds into you. The moans and cries are coming out of you like water. He was right, you’ve never had a man fuck you like this and you enjoyed it more than you probably should. 

When it came to sex, Daniel didn’t think about your needs, he did the same thing every time if you two ever did have any.  This wasn’t the case at all with Elvis. He was on a mission for you you to feel the maximum amount of pleasure and cum first. 

He looks so powerful and addicted to you, as he keeps fucking you. Your hips move with him, matching his rhythm and feeling that familiar feeling in your core. His other hand is back on your neck, wrapping it firmly there making your eyes roll back. You groan loudly, not able to take much more at the pace he’s set. 

“Elvis I’m gonna cum oh god,” you cry. 

He groans with you and you feel his thumb trace the side of your neck, rubbing there back and forth cussing under his breath. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck honey,” he moans as he leans down and nips hard at the crook of your neck. 

You cry out for him, feeling beyond overwhelmed. The way his teeth felt on your neck was a feeling you could only describe as perilous. You didn’t want him to stop necessarily but it made you nervous with how intensely he was focused there. He keeps nipping that spot over and over then at it licking ravenously. You feel his body convulse on top of you, his breathing ragged as he nuzzles his nose next to your ear. 

“Cum for me, now,” he demands gruffly, his hips snapping into you like an animal. 

You obey without hesitation and feel your walls squeeze his length, making you both cuss. His face stays buried in the crook of your neck, not moving it as you ride out your orgasm. 

Your fingers scratch at his back, holding onto him for dear life as you try to regain your normal breathing. He quickly pulls out of you and keeps his head down, his chest heaving like you've never seen, and grabs his length in his hand, growling in frustration. 

“Turn around, now,” he grunts. Your brain scrambled to listen to him, his tone making you jump out of your skin. You quickly get on all fours and wait there for his next instructions. His hand grasps at your hip and you feel his hot seed land on your ass. His moans are gruff and you hear his breathing scattered, frantic almost. The sounds of his moans made you melt and you wanted to look at his face to see what he looked like coming. You bet he looked even more attractive somehow. But you decided to listen to him and let him finish the way he wanted to. You felt his seed drip down your ass and onto the backof your thighs, making you completely wet with both of your arousal.

His hands squeeze your hips and he turns you around again, laying on your back looking up at him. He looks delightfully fucked out of his mind and looks down upon you like prey. You both don’t say anything right away, trying to regain your normal breathing and not pass out from this beautiful man on top of you. 

“Did you like that?” He asks softly. 

“Y-yes. I really did. Didn’t know it could be that, intense,” you admit. He chuckles to himself, his blue eyes still dark with lust as he looks at you. 

“Good, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he says smugly as he leans down to kiss your forehead. 

He carefully gets off of you and goes to the bathroom to get a towel. He has you turn around for him again, he wipes your backside clean and he sits on the edge of the bed staring at you. You didn’t know what else to say or do, so many emotions were running through your head, and couldn’t make any sense of them. 

Why did your body like him this much? It was more intense than you could have possibly imagined. You wanted to believe it was because you had been so deprived of another human’s touch but it wasn’t convincing enough. You just cheated on your fiancé, it should be making you sick with what you just begged Elvis to do to you but instead, you’re already thinking if this could possibly happen again. 

No stop it. It’s not going to happen again. You promise. 

You need to break this deafening silence and look at him smirking. 

“I hope you don’t expect me to change the sheets next,” you say smartly. He shakes his head at you and laughs. Another thing that is beautiful about him; his laugh. That contagious sound makes you smile without you even trying.

“No honey I won’t make you do that. We might just make another mess in them,” He says deviously. 

“Elvis, I umm, I really enjoyed all of that but this can’t happen again,” you say weakly. 

“Mhmm, whatever you want honey. If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be,” he discloses, getting up and heading for the bathroom. “Leave whenever you want, I have to get ready for my show,” He says gently. 

You look at the clock and it’s already eight, his show starts in half an hour. Looks like he might be going on a little late. 

You go back into the living room area where you see your discarded uniform. You slip your skirt back on and button up your shirt. And throw your ruined panties and bra in your cart and make your way out. You couldn’t make eye contact with the men there in the hall, almost guaranteeing that they heard everything that was going on in there. The elevator doors open and you get in and take the long ride down to the basement. 

Your head felt like it was in a cloud, blurry with so many thoughts and feelings you couldn’t escape. Grabbing your panties out from your cart, you make your way to your locker to grab your purse and go home. You keep a small mirror on the locker’s door and you take a look at your reflection. Your hair looked like it went through a tornado and your mascara was smudged underneath your eyes. 

Nice you look completely normal.

Then your eyes stare in disbelief at what you see next. On the side of your neck, a large purple bruise has surfaced, pulsating and burning. You delicately touch it with your fingers and wince, feeling your pulse underneath it throb. He was nipping there harder than you thought based on how big and purple the bruise is, he did some damage. 

Tilting your head further and inspecting for any more signs of how you committed adultery, you see your carotid artery running down your neck and through the bruise Elvis left behind. 

You take deep breaths and try to find a bandage that will cover this up properly. You have no idea what excuse you are going to try to give when people ask what happened but you’ll figure it out later. Right now, you need to cover it up and get out of here. 

Rushing over to the first aid kit, you find a band-aid that covers the bruise and you carefully placed it on. Closing your locker and grabbing your purse, you run to your car and lock the door, catching your breath and calming yourself down before you drive home. 

This can’t happen again. 

There’s already too much evidence he left behind. 

You can’t have him. 

He’s too tempting. 

Do your job and get out. 

But something in you knew it wasn’t going to be that simple. 

Tagging 🖤:

@powerofelvis @burninlovebutler @neptuneismysister @velvetelvis @ccab @presleyenterprise @elvispresleyxoxo @loving-elvis

@prompted-wordsmith @sillybookmarks @dkayfixates @rosepresley @ellie-24 @rktismylife-blog @myradiaz @lookingforrainbows @elvispresleygf @tacozebra051 @thatbanditqueen

@18lkpeters @flwrs4aust @emma181873 @austinswhitewolf @eliseinmemphis @everythingelvispresley @chasingwildflowers @idontwanttoputanything @ohjustpeachy @elvisalltheway101 @austinsmutler @kingdomforapony @generoustreemystic @kendralavon7 @lettersfromvenus @claire-elvisgirl

@ashtag6887 @burnthheparaphilia @richardslady121 @jacqueline19997 @returntopresley @iloveelvis @rjmartin11 @that-hotdog @louisejoy86

[gatheringbones]

best books of 2022 rec list:

fiction:

chouette by claire oshetsky

forty thousand in gehenna by cj cherryh

fierce femmes and notorious liars by kai cheng thom

sula by toni morrison

everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

villette by charlotte bronte

non-fiction:

gay spirit by mark thompson

we too: stories on sex work and survival by natalie west

transgender history by susan stryker

blood marriage wine & glitter by s bear bergman

love and rage: the path to liberation through anger by lama rod owens

gay soul by mark thompson

between certain death and a possible future: queer writing on growing up in the AIDS crisis by mattilda bernstein sycamore

the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making by jared yates sexton

nobody passes: rejecting the rules of gender and conformity by mattilda bernstein sycamore

cruising: an intimate history of a radical pastime by alex espinoza

gay body by mark thompson

what my bones know: a memoir of healing from complex trauma by stephanie foo

the child catchers: rescue, trafficking, and the new gospel of adoption by kathryn joyce

the opium wars: the addiction of one empire and the corruption of another by w. travis hanes III

a queer history of the united states by michael bronski

the trouble with white women by kyla schuller

what we don't talk about when we talk about fat by aubrey gordon

the feminist porn book by tristan taormino

administrations of lunacy: a story of racism and psychiatry at the midgeville asylum by mab segrest

the women's house of detention by hugh ryan

angela davis: an autobiography by angela davis

ten steps to nanette by hannah gadsby

neuroqueer heresies by nick walker

the remedy: queer and trans voices on health and healthcare by zena sharman

brilliant imperfection by eli clare

the dawn of everything: a new history of humanity by david graeber and david wengrow

tomorrow sex will be good again by katherine angel

all our trials: prisons, policing, and the feminist fight to end violence by emily l. thuma

if this is a man by primo levi

bi any other name: bisexual people speak out by lorraine hutchins

white rage: the unspoken truth of our racial divide by carol anderson

public sex: the culture of radical sex by pat califa

I'm glad my mom died by jenette mccurdy

care of: letters, connections and cures by ivan coyote

the gentrification of the mind: witness to a lost imagination by sarah schulman

skid road: on the frontier of health and homelessness in an american city, by josephine ensign

the origins of totalitarianism by hannah arendt

nice racism: how progressive white people perpetuate racial harm by robin diangelo

corrections in ink by keri blakinger

sexed up: how society sexualizes us and how we can fight back by julia serano

smash the church, smash the state! the early years of gay liberation by tommi avicolli mecca

no more police: a case for abolition by mariame kaba

until we reckon: violence, mass incarceration, and a road to repair by danielle sered

the care we dream of: liberatory & transformative justice approaches to LGBTQ+ health by zena sharman

reclaiming two-spirits: sexuality, spiritual renewal and sovereignty in native america by gregory d. smithers

the sentences that create us: crafting a writer's life in prison by Caits Messner

[newobsessioneveryweek]

A fun thing I thought of: TOA Edition

Month you were born

Jan - I booped [...]'s nose

Feb - I stole a shoe from

Mar - I stole candy from

Apr - I ticked

May - I challenged [...] to a duel

June - I visited my wrath upon

July - I attacked

Aug - I hugged

Sept - I bullied

Oct - I cursed

Nov - I complained about

Dec - I threw [...] across the room

Day you were born

Hemithia

Will Solace

Jo

The Meliae

Austin Lake

Nico di Angelo

Apollo

Nero

Kayla Knowles

Leo Valdez

Piper McLean

Meg McCaffrey

Georgie

Percy Jackson

Calypso

Zeus

Artemis

Hazel Levesque

Frank Zhang

Grover Underwood

Jason Grace

Commodus

Thalia Grace

Python

Annabeth Chase

Medea

The Arrow of Dodona

Caligula

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

The Sybil of Erythaea

Crest the pandos

Colour of your shirt

Red - Because I'm compromised

Orange - Because my horoscope predicted I would so I couldn't just NOT do it

Yellow - Because I have no impulse control

Green - Naked

Blue - Because I wanted to see what would happen

Purple - Because the planets were aligned

Black - Because they deserved it

White - Because my emotions got the better of me

Grey - Because I thought it would be funny

2 colours - In order to secure the bag

3+ colours - Because I was told not to

Unsure - Because fear could not stop me

Striped - Because Hermes dared me to

Polka dot - Because I'm a good person

Floral - because I am an incurable scoundrel

Print (other) - Because I'm a bad person

Sequins - Because I am controlled by the unbridled rage that courses through my veins

Graphic - As a convoluted form of risk management

Bonus matching pants: ...and because I've always wanted to do that

[awxcoffeexno]

me and my husband

husband!joel x reader

fic masterlist summary: you've been married for years now but somewhere along the way you both seem to have lost yourself.

content: angst, angst, angst, nothing new here, overwhelming sadness, inspired by mitski's me and my husband, both characters are sad, mentions of a fight (no use of y/n, no outbreak, age gap (reader is in her 20s, joel is in his 40s)), unedited, I'm sorry

word count: 815 - it's a short one, boys

a/n: yes my dissertation is due in a week. no, i'd much rather write shitty fics. someone please send help.

you feel the tension in the air, a palpable undercurrent that buzzes like static electricity on a humid summer day in austin.

the sunset casts its golden rays through the windows, but its warmth barely touches you. you've fought with joel just hours before the party. words were hurled, apologies left unspoken. now, you both play the roles you've perfected over the years: the ever-gracious hosts.

the party is to celebrate the 20-year anniversary of joel's contracting business, a milestone that should be joyous. the backyard is decorated with fairy lights that hang from tree branches, casting a soft glow that dances over faces and on the surface of wine glasses. guests arrive in little clusters, their laughter and chatter a discordant melody that grates at your nerves.

joel comes over, his furrowed brow betraying the storm that raged earlier. "ya holdin' up alright, darlin'?" there's an edge to his voice, a gruff tautness you recognise all too well.

"just tired," you say, feeling the weight of each syllable as it drops from your lips, a heavy burden you can no longer carry gracefully.

his eyes search yours, perhaps looking for a crack in your facade, a small sign that you might shatter. "we got guests. act like you care, would ya?"

you sigh, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your eyes, a fleeting distraction from the emptiness that gnaws at your soul. you walk away to greet another arriving guest, the distance between you and joel stretching far beyond the few feet of physical space.

a neighbour, carol, sidles up to you. "oh, this punch is just divine. you must give me the recipe," she chirps, her voice a high pitched tune that doesn't quite match the somber tones playing in your head.

carol doesn't like you, she never has. this facade she only puts on for when others are around. she makes your heavy heart give way to a little bit of irritation.

"of course," you smile, sickly sweet to match hers, "it's a family recipe. I'll email it to you."

"you're a darling!" she gushes, completely unaware of the irony, as she moves along to another conversation, another cluster of fake smiles and empty words.

the night drags on like molasses, slow and suffocating. every moment is a reminder of your solitude amidst a sea of faces. the air feels thick, as though the evening itself is steeped in a sorrow only you can taste. your interactions are mechanical—smiles painted on, laughs canned, compliments rehearsed. the sadness in the room is an untouchable entity. it's in the space between your hand and joel's as you pass each other. it's in the half hearted conversation you make, in the loaded silence that screams louder than any words could.

you catch sight of joel as he stands alone, his eyes momentarily unfocused. it's a look you've seen before, one that he usually reserves for moments of deep reflection, or perhaps regret. but it's gone in an instant as he turns to shake a hand, to laugh at a joke, to be the man everyone expects him to be.

finally, the last guest leaves, and the two of you are left in the emptiness that now fills your home. the fairy lights seem dimmer, the night warmer, the silence unbearable. joel walks over to you, his face a mixture of exhaustion and relief. "reckon we made it through another one," he says, looking down at his worn boots before meeting your eyes.

you force a smile, your lips almost trembling under the effort. "yes, we are doing better," you murmur, your voice barely rising above a whisper, lost in the empty spaces that stretch between you.

better, you think. not good, not happy, but better. better is a bandage over a gaping wound, a single raindrop in a drought, a whispered lullaby in a cacophony of cries. you hold onto 'better' like a lifeline, even as you sink deeper into the abyss of your thoughts, each one darker than the last.

"comin' to bed, darlin'?" joel's voice cuts through your reverie, pulling you back to a reality you're not sure you want to face.

"in a minute," you respond, your voice distant, like a shadow cast long and thin by the dying light.

you stand alone in the quiet, your fingers lightly touching the cool marble of the counter. you realize that you've successfully upheld the illusion of a perfect life for yet another night. but in this silence, your act is irrelevant; it's just you, your lingering thoughts, and a growing sense of dread.

you walk towards the bedroom, hesitating for a moment at the doorway. you look at joel, who lies there with his eyes closed, tired from the night. you think of the years that have stretched long and tiring, a road paved with compromises, misunderstandings, and an increasingly elusive love. the room is dim, and it welcomes you with the promise of another night spent side by side but oceans apart. -- hi, thanks so much for reading!! I'm so very sorry about writing another depressing joel fic but ya girl's got issues, okay? one day i will write a happy fic, but today is not that day. please let me know if you liked this, and thanks again! love, d 🖤

[bray-washed]

Some of you are gonna hate this, disagree with this, get mad at this. Whatever.

Let me say from the jump: CM Punk, 100% should not have assaulted his coworker. Should not have. That’s a fact.

HOWEVER, and this is in no way excusing the actions but this is not ALL his fault like everyone is saying. This entire scenario was building because TK cannot be a boss, that’s not to say TK is a bad person - by all accounts TK is known to be a good person just not a good boss. In TK’s defense (& being in the wrestling business as a booker & promoter myself) it’s hard to be a boss to your friends, because that’s what happened his employees became his friends and that’s a hard position to be put into; however, that does not mean he needs to neglect his duty as a boss and he clearly has. (& in my opinion, is being taken advantage of by people who are using him for his money but that’s a different conversation)

Watching that footage, it’s clear to see that CM Punk was telling the truth. Point blank, what he said happened that night, happened. So that leads me to believe that everything else leading up to that moment also happened. We can’t (conveniently) hear what’s being said but I would guess Jack said something that angered Punk - neither were really showing aggressive behavior, maybe when Jack went to turn away from Punk in the beginning & Punk pulled him back - but like? Jack was turning away mid conversation if I, as a veteran, was trying to talk to a new kids about something & they turned away from me? Yea, I’d pull them back… cause the entitlement is not happening absolutely now.

Seems to me like Jack Perry was being uncooperative from the get-go. Why? Who knows. That’s the real speculation, Punk will say it’s cause of his “friends” (the Young Bucks) influence which is a fair speculation but it could be anything. Jack Perry is young & dumb & is probably forming some kind of ego of “I know better than the old timers” every wrestler gets that mentality for a little while and they need to grow up & out of that mentality.

Punk comes from the era of wrestling where if you talk shit, you get hit - fuck around & find out, if you will… and I as well come from that era & mentality, being a professional is first on my list so I’ve never gotten into a physical fight but it doesn’t shock me or fill me with rage when it does happen - not saying it should but some people need to have those consequences come to light. Jack fucked around and Jack found out.

Now, whatever Punk said to TK, no clue… I don’t think just watching that that TK can say that he feared for his life there was nothing to fear there. Now, we can’t hear anything & I’m sure yelling was happening… but fearing for his life? Be so for real right now Tony, honey, you run a wrestling locker room… arguing is bound to happen… relax.

Genuinely, this showed most of us nothing & I don’t think it did anything to benefit AEW. AEW is just trying to fight fire with fire, for no reason. If TK wants to run a “business” then… do that. Want to know what WWE 100% would never do? Show footage of a former employee in a fight backstage. When all that nonsense when Punk left happened… did WWE show footage of Punk leaving to “prove a point”? No. Ditto for Steve Austin - who ALSO famously took his ball & went home and WWE has camera crew literally everywhere… there have been TONS of fights most likely caught on camera but we’ll never see them why? Cause they are a business.

I think this was a bad idea all around… but that’s just me.

(But also can we please talk about Samoa Joe just pacing back & forth, minding his business, getting pumped for his match…. I don’t know why but that just made me love him more.)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

Pairing: Blackpool Combat Club x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎

She had been placed inside a bedroom now. The secluded cabin in the woods was rustic, built of wood and with the classic decor of animal fur, leather armchairs, and red plaid fabric. It was cozy, even under the circumstances she was currently in. “It could be worse”, she thought, “I could still be tied up to a chair inside that basement”.

She caught herself staring at the deer’s head on top of the bed. Its black eyes called for her, it whispered something, perhaps it was a warning? A message? She couldn’t quite understand what it was saying, what it was trying to tell her. Its words we’re getting unclearer the more she stared at it. She tried to piece the message together, but something wasn’t quite right…

“It’s fake” A deep voice stated from behind her, making her squeal and rapidly turning around to see the perpetrator of her almost heart attack.

Blue eyes gleamed with amusement at her, much like the playful smirk he had cemented to his thin lips. The lollipop stick danced around his mouth as he continued:

“Bryan is vegan, so he didn’t want any real dead animals inside the cabin. He likes the visuals of the decor aspect of it, but ‘no real corpses’!” Moxley mocked Bryan’s way of speaking and the small joke earned a faint giggle from her. He considered that a win, one step closer to make her fully trust him.

“You got the coolest room. I’m jealous” Mox teased, pointing with his chin towards the deer head on the wall.

“Oh! The youngest man just shoved in here. I didn’t have much of a choice” She shrugged

“Yuta?” He asked and she nodded in return. “Well, would you like to check out the other rooms? You can choose the one you like the most”

“N-no!” She was quick to answer, too quick for her own liking. She needed to be subtle, play possum for now until she could figure a way out of here. “Thank you. I don’t want to upset anyone”.

Moxley frowned at her statement. She seemed distressed, back into her shell, suspicious. “Fucking Yuta and his stupid teenage-like hormones! He’s fucking ruining everything!” Mox thought to himself before he focused his attention back on her. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, a little bit”

Upon her statement, Mox cupped her face in his hand and began to rub her cheek back and forth with his thumb, “I’ll have someone bring you a snack or something, so you won’t starve until dinner”.

She saw it in his eyes, there was something inside the blue orbs that demonstrated some level of vulnerability, and that she could use in her favor.

“Thank you” She whispered, casually leaning into his touch, testing the waters to see how far she could take in this first round. “Mox? Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course, kitty cat” His thumb now moved to her lips, brushing the rough pad of his finger against her bottom lip.

“Could you please not send Yuta? I-” Her eyes darted down to her feet, a sign of uncertainty, fear. She needed to play the victim perfectly in order to have him buy it. “He scares me” Her eyes focused on the baby blue orbs again. “When I was in the basement, he kept doing and saying things that made me uncomfortable and I…I don’t want to be alone with him”.

Something shifted in Moxley’s eyes, a flash of rage sipped through before being replaced with calmness.

“I’ll send someone else, kitty cat. Don’t worry about him, ok?” Mox pulled her towards him, engulfing her in a tight hug. Her head was placed under his chin as he played with her hair, her eyes stopped at the deer on the wall and now she understood its message. If she wanted to get out of this place alive, she would have to turn the predators into the preys.

She had finished showering when she heard the bedroom door opening. Footsteps made their way toward the bed and then came to a halt, the old bed springs squeaked as the man’s weight settled on top of the mattress. Damn, she wished she would’ve brought her clothes inside the bathroom with her! Now she would have to step out of the en suite bathroom, and be eyed like a piece of meat by whoever was across the door.

She took a deep breath in, in order to control her gag reflex, and slightly opened the bathroom door, peeking her head out to see who was on the other side.

“I was wondering how much longer would you stay inside the bathroom after the shower went off” Claudio smirked, pointing over to the silver platter on top of the bed “I brought your snack, come eat before it gets cold”.

Every instinct she possessed screamed for her to stay inside that bathroom, but her rational side knew that would bring up suspicions. So swallowing her fear and uncertainty, she stepped out of the bathroom and made her path to the opposite side of the bed from where Claudio sat.

“Come here” He beckoned her closer with his finger

God, would she like to just tell him to fuck off! Licking her dried lips, she carefully approached him. Claudio’s hand caressed her exposed thigh, he allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of her smooth skin against his calloused palm before he slid his hand up underneath the towel.

Her eyes slightly widened in shock upon feeling his hand traveling up her hip. Claudio continued to explore her body, rough fingertips now gently drew circles on her waist, only stopping underneath her breast.

“I think we need to have a little chat, don’t you?”

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

The Art of obsession.

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x reader

Summary: When you decided to be a preschool teacher you didn't know you would be teaching the famous Alpha Celebrity Elvis Presley's daughter Lisa Marie Presley. What you didn't know was that it would take a twisted turn when you got to know the 'Alpha' himself more and soon start to think you shouldn't have met him in the first place. (@galaxygirl453 )

Warnings: Manipulation, Gas lighting, Guilt tripping, Forced marriage, Drugging, Delusional/Obsessed Austin!Elvis, Baby trapping, Breeding kink, Forced marking, Creampie, dinner room sex, At school sex, Dirty talk, Housewife kink, Praise, Cock warming, Bullying, Pregnancy, and Pregnancy sex, Gorely murder.

A/n: So the anon who requested this, I hope you like it.

Elvis only could hear the clicking of his dress shoes against the preschool's tile, his thoughts grow wild. While he was at home, practicing with some of the Memphis Mafia in The Jungle Room, he got a call from the principal that Lias Marie had gotten into a fight, his Lisa? He knew it was hard for Lisa Marie to go through the change of having divorce parents but she wouldn't fight another kid, would she? No, she wouldn't. Elvis closed his eyes and took a calming breath in and opened the door.

"Ah! Mr. Presley, there you are." the principal exclaimed mockingly, a sarcastic smile on his wrinkled, chubby face "What happened?" Elvis asked as he sat beside a sniffling Lisa, putting a hand on her tiny back, quietly comforting her "Lisa Marie attacked a little boy, while they were playing. If I were you I'd discipline her better." the old white-haired man practically snarled, Elvis could feel his blood boil, his wolf growling and ready to protect his little pup. Elvis opened his mouth to reply when the door swing open and the scent so luring filled his sense of smell, Rose & honey with a hint of firewood, his ocean orbs snapped to the source.

"Miss. (L/N)!" The principal called out but you ignored him, and simply squatted down in front of Lisa "Are you, okay sweetheart? I heard what happened." you gently cooed to Lisa wiping away her tears, Elvis's heartbeat quickened as he stared at you in awe, his body heat raised and ringing filed his ear, it was getting hard to breathe, everything in his body screamed to be yours, your omega but you wasn't an alpha, you couldn't be, you don't act like one, plus he worked so hard to be an 'Alpha' to lose it. Elvis breathed in and thanked God for his dark shades that helped conceive his emotion. "Miss. (L/n) this is a private meeting." you stood and turned to your boss, with a warm smile that didn't reach your eyes " With all due respect, sir, We both know Bobby Field likes to push around others, it's quite boggling to me that little Lisa Marie is here instead of him" the elder man opened his mouth to speak, but you continued "I get that you might be jealous of Mr. Presley's effect on your new 'wife' but we should not take it on the children Mr. Dryier." The beta man in question looked away in shame "Leave me." the beta waved his hand dismissing him, Lisa, and Miss.(L/n). They wasted no time leaving the stuffy office and into the hallway.

"You alright little Marie?" Miss (L/n) asked bending down and smiling down at his daughter "'m alright." Lisa nodded to you and wiped her puffy face from the tears in her eyes, wearing a cute tiny pout that made her teacher giggle softly, to Elvis it was like the sound of Angels singing and joyful bells ringing, his heartbeat once again raced just a little. You stood up, turning to him with your warm and soft smile, and he swear his heart skipped a beat, his body heat raised hotter than before, suddenly his throat felt dry and he felt like he was hardly breathing, his wolf begging and whimpering for his Alpha "Thank you, for doin' that." Elvis managed to spit out, with a fax confidence smirk even though a raging storm of emotion waved its course within him, "Your welcome. I just hate when adults are petty and mistreat children." you huffed before a smile was back on your face " I'm (Y/N) (L/n), it's a pleasure to meet THE Elvis Presley." you held out your hand that he gladly took, electricity ride up his spine and a groan tried to force it's way out his lips, he suddenly needed to fuck, to breed you, the want became almost unbearable. Elvis gulped before speaking "Pleasure all mine, darlin'" You shake his hand "Well it's time for me and Marie to head to class, recess is over." you said taking his little girl's hand, waved at him, and walked off.

Once you were out of sight, Elvis rushed out of the school and drove to Graceland, with the pain going through his veins, body screaming for release. His back laid against his comfortable mattress, clothes on the floor, and his cock in his hand, pumping fast, pre-cum leaking out and over his hand, his hips jerking into his fist, wishing it was your pussy, He cummed with a whimper and whine.

That was the best orgasm, Elvis had ever experienced, he didn't cum that hard even with Priscilla.

He wanted you, wanted you to be his, by God, you will be, whether you want that or not, he decided you'd be his alpha, no matter the costs. He didn't put his plan into action until a month later, he convinced the principal to have you tutor Lisa at Graceland when you had the time, after all every man had a price. It was a Tuesday when he acted, it was a sunny day and you came exactly the same time you always have, a bright smile and warmth in your eyes as he opened the door "How are you today Mr. Presley?" you asked walking into the beautiful mansion "Doin' just fine." Elvis smiled back and locked the door behind him, actually, he was more than fine, he was excited, he got off his suppressants and stopped wearing his mask scents, and he was going into heat, no alpha couldn't resist an omega in heat, not a sweet little alpha like you. "So where is little Marie?" you questioned looking for her, normal the little girl would come running to greet you, "Goddamn, I forget to tell ya she's at her mother's. I'm sorry darlin'," he said "It's okay I can just go." "You sure? The drive here is at least 2 hours, would ya like a drink?" Elvis asked, gently guiding you to the dining room "I could go for some coke." you smile softly as you sat in a chair at the large dining table "Great, just relax darlin' I'll get yar coke."

Elvis walked into the kitchen, grabbed two coke bottles, and pulled out a set of different quickly, tasteless dissolving drugs, one to enhance your instinct and one to trigger his heat, dropping each drug in your respective drinks, he brought and sat your coke in front of you, before sitting across of you, taking a sip of his coke "So how was school?" Elvis asked leaning back in his seat, "It was okay, the kids were a little—" you trailed off, once a temping scent filled the air, The smell of fresh morning due and lavender sage, your eyes meet Elvis's when a pained whimper left the omega, wait omega? He usually smelled like another alpha, that of Sandalwood and vanilla, he was a beautiful sight, his normal ocean orbs were hard to see, his pupils so dilated he was breathing heavily and sweat begin to make his skin shine. A strong want for, no need to have this omega, ride him until he begs you to stop, your eyes dilated as you stood up and walked to him "Get up." you order and like a good boy he did what he was told "Such good omega" you cooed " your reward." you said before pulling the godly of a man into dominating and passionate kiss, tongues swirling each other and your hands worked on removing his black half unbutton blouse. You both parted Breathing heavily as you remove his blouse and he was working to remove his pants "Such a gorgeous Alpha and gonna take care of me? Huh, darlin'?" he teased, kissing your neck before taking off his pants and lifted himself onto the table, his cock stood tall, your mouth watering and your pussy became slick. You crawled over him and lined his cock with your weeping core and slowly descended upon him, and immediately started to ride him it's been so long since you had sex nevertheless, you couldn't believe your luck a male Omega they're is so rare as Alpha females, you throw your head back, and rolled your hips sharply causing a pretty gasp and moan from the men below you.

His large hands quickly gripped your hips, moans, and whines left his pink lips, his Raven hair stuck to his forehead, and his eyes lidded, desperate, you bounced faster and leaned down to kiss him, not once stopping. His scent filled your nose and lungs like a drug, your kisses strayed from his lips to his neck, and a sudden desire, temptation, want, set your body ablaze, a want to mark, claim this man, his hand held your head to his neck, and his arm throw over your waist, holding you as you bounce. His scent became deliciously overwhelming and you bit down on his neck, staking your claim. Elvis gasped, it worked! He flipped you both, your back on the warm smooth wood as you licked up the blood and the bite with your healing saliva, Elvis pounded into you with a strong punishing rhythm, each thrust from his skilled hips, would push your hips against the table and his cock reached your sweet spot like no, Alpha or beta never had, the sexy growls and huffs leave the rock and roll king brought you closer to your climax "T-That's it! Cum, cum on this cock lil Darlin'! Goddamn, I'm close!" Elvis panted, his already fast thrusting turn frantic, and with a rub against your little nub, you came with a scream, Elvis not far after, with a groan he came, painting your walls and womb white with his seed. it took you a minute to realize what happened, you forcefully claimed him, and your widen eyes snapped to Elvis who was tracing the mark with shock and terror on his face "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.." you trailed off as guilt set heavily into your chest "I'm ruined.." Elvis whispered, pacing in front of you "What can I do?" you begged "There's nothing you can do." he said, his back turned to you, a sinister smirk on his lips, it really was working, you were going to his. "Please there must be something?" you plead more desperately "Move in here and marry me, people will think it was consensual and you will be able to keep your job. We'll say we kept our relationship secret" Elvis turned to look at you, his eyes holding a strange gleam but you were too much in turmoil to notice "O-Oh Okay." you shakily nodded.

You sighed as you struggle to get out of bed with your 8 months baby bump, your husband sound asleep, it was a rare sight to see, he laid on his stomach, his head on his arm, his lips parted in silent snores, his jet black a mess on his forehead, he was it was gorgeous even if he was asleep, 'no fair' you chuckled and bend down as best as you could, kissed his forehead and walked into the bathroom and got ready for work, it had been a year since that, and it wasn't bad being married to the rock star, sure he had his moments, but he treated you well and you have grown to even love the man. Though you could go without the bursts of anger and possessiveness, it was worse when your ex came around which happened more often than not, he works at the same school you did, and now that you think about Elvis acted more than an alpha than you did sometimes, You yawned as stretched your arms, it was lunch time so the little pups went to the cafeteria. you were about to reach for your lunch when a knock on your classroom door made you sharply inhale, feeling irritation enter your system you took a calm breath then smiled "Come in." you spoke calmly and your husband strutted in with a small smile "How're my girls?" Elvis asked taking off his famous shades and hooking them on his belt "We're doing alright." your smile turned genuine "What are you doing here?" you asked as he leaned against your desk, looking at you with the same loving and devoted look in his eyes when never he looked at you, his smile tugged into a smirk at your question, his orbs was overcome with lust. "I came to check on you and the babies. God..you smell so good."

'Oh' you thought as heat rushed into your body, it had got clearer, the closer you got into your pregnancy, you hungered for sex more, and seeing the predatory lust-driven glint didn't help, you could feel the Alpha purr inside of you, she was pleased, happy to have such a doting omega to take care of her and your needs. Elvis rushed to sweep everything off your desk and helped you upon it, lips locked in a passionate kiss as you slowly leaned down onto the light brown desk, Elvis's fingers hooked onto your underwear and slide them off from under your sundress, your core already slick ready to take your omega he fumbled with unbuckled his belt and unzipping his pants, letting out small whimpers of want. "Shh it's okay omega, your Alpha is here" you purred, eyes blew out as he slowly slid into your pussy despite everything in him wanting to slam into you, his thrusts were slow but precise at first, trying so hard to be gentle, in control but it was slipping as he pounded faster, the poor old desk creaked under the pressure. The classroom echoes your lewd moans and the arousing sound of skin smacking against the skin, and your wet pussy taking a beating.

You whined as Elvis whispered sweet nothing, his pubic bone smacking against your clit, your eyes drifted into the small rectangle window of your classroom door, a set of brown tearful orbs looked back at yours; your ex Joseph a hurt expression plastered on his face but you couldn't find it in you to care while you were being fucked dumb, you grabbed Elvis's face and pulled him into a kiss of swirling tongues, your hips bucking upwards to your husbands hammering, the band in your stomach coming closer to snapping a sharp thrust had you coming, you left out a satisfied sigh as he finished inside. Your eyes looked to the window once again, Joseph was gone and a tiny feeling of guilt wash over you.

Elvis helped you down, helped cleaned up, and organize your desk, he stayed with you for the rest of your break, and the room was filled with laughter and talking. He left as the bell ranged not before leaving with a kiss and that was the last time he really spend time with you.

You were on your 9th month and at home, Elvis and you had agreed you were too close to your due date to work, so you just cooked and cleaned around the house. He was as always at his Studio, hanging out and recording songs with the Memphis Mafia when he got home he would just kiss you on the lips and Lisa Marie on her cheeks before doing his own thing. Today you decided to clean some of the rooms downstairs, you just finished one and were heading to the other when something catch your eye, the door that was normally locked was open just a slit, like a cat that was killed by curiosity, you completely open the door and a set of stairs lead down into the poorly lit room. You grip the metal rails as you take cautious steps can you pause once you smell stench so horrible like something was rotting? You watched as your feet bit the bottom step and when you finally looked up a gasp of pure horror left you. Dried blood splattered everywhere, bits and pieces of Flesh ran across the floors and walls as if an animal ripped apart its prey not caring where the pieces landed, and a ripped leg enters your vision, your eyes traced up, and what you saw would haunt you as bile rises up your throat. A man's body slumps against the back wall, his left arm cut off, and laying beside his thigh, his jaw hangs open, some teeth missing and his other leg gone, what you assume it was the bits of rotting flesh scattered around. A familiar scent entered your nose beneath the rotting corpse, Seabreeze vanilla, and coconut... Joseph. A chill climbed its way up your spine and tears build up in your orbs then another scent enters your nose and your blood runs ice cold.

"Tsk, such a bad alpha." a voice mocked you in the Stillness of this horror, your head snaps up at the top of the stairs, and your 'innocent' husband looks down at you coldly, eyes glowing blue as he leans against the doorframe

Taglist; @reddie-freddie, @father-of-2cats, @yynneessmons, @trinityscarlett173, @mnessasstuff, @galaxygirl453, @xxmadhatter39xx, @pennyroyalcreep, @elvisalltheway101 ,@plasticfantasticl0ver, @kendralavon7, @crash-and-cure, @flwersgarden. @airyx0x0.

"You're afraid? Good, you should be."

(@galaxygirl453)

[aduckinpain]

Stop, but not forever

Tags: Character study style writing, heavily implied Lestappen, Symbolism. Hurt/comfort, Happy Ending, Austin was a fever dream but Mexico made it better

Word Count: 1.3k

This is also on AO3 by roianamustang (me).

Poison: Any substance that can cause severe organ damage or death if ingested, breathed in, injected into the body or absorbed through the skin. Many substances that normally cause no problems, including water and most vitamins, can be poisonous if taken in excessive quantity.

Symptoms may include changes in consciousness, body temperature, heart rate, breathing, such as shortness of breath, and many others, depending on the organs affected. 

Poison, is something physical that crawls deep into your body, and the only way to heal from it is to let your body flush it out—if it isn’t harmful enough already, or use an antidote.

Poison, is the substance thrown around in old fairy tales and folklore, with witches, curses and unhappy wives.

Poison, is a moment of weakness. It's an act of desperation, a cry for help.

Poison, is harmful.

Poison hurts.

Stop.

At a moment, however, it will come to a full stop. Whether that be the substance circulating through your bloodstream or your heart.

If it’d stop his mind from running, Charles Leclerc would have dunked his head in it. Closed his eyes and inhaled.

But poison, can’t hurt poison.

Location: Circuit of Americas, Austin, Hilton Austin, Room 017

Date and time: 22.10.2023, 11:23 PM

If the race was Charles’ thoughts, he'd be on his way breaking world records. 

Austin was a breath of hope, of unexpected outcomes, dare he say even happiness, for but a moment. At least until Saturday that is.

In the land of the free Charles remembers. He'd always been fascinated by hurricanes. Strong gusts of wind, rotating, never ending. Chaotic, destructive yes, but at the end of the day, thoughtless. 

When he was 12, receiving the knowledge of his fathers diagnosis was something he could not comprehend. Theoretically, he understood. But he was innocent, young, driven and his dad was smiling every day. By now he recognizes denial when he sees it, ironically enough, but he would never be able to detest his young self for the way he dealt with it.

He stumbled upon the phenomenon of the hurricane in school, but he discovered the existence of its eye at his own hands late under his covers, where the world stopped rotating. It was still, it waited.

Sometimes, Charles feels like he is a small eye, being surrounded by fury. A small eye twitching, turning, searching for knowledge, but life, life was the whirlwind around him. Inescapable, unavoidable, transient. When he got small glimpses of the other eyes and their hurricanes, he'd see how different theirs were. Some eyes’ hurricane ended, but started again as a gentle wind. Some eyes’ hurricane slowed down. Some eyes’ hurricane transformed into a shape. This hurricane didn't rotate, it touched the eye. That eye hurt. Some eyes’ were the hurricane. Some eyes’, like the one with the shaped hurricane, became the hurricane. 

Water has surrounded him his whole life. Monaco itself, with its gorgeous views and extraordinary lavishness, is caressed by the sea every day. 

He's surrounded by water yet he cannot have it. It's salty, unattainable, so far away from helping him, healing him, letting him live.  It's right under his eyes and around his cheeks, under his chin, drip dripping, but it's just not right.

Charles was thirsty as a child when pushing his hurricane into a puddle of water.

Charles is parched as an adult when feeling the water escape his windows.

Charles has this feeling, that he'll never really be quenched.

And the water he has had contact with for the past years, is just not right. It’s never blue enough.

Grief was sadness. It was tears shed and unshed, bleeding hearts, unheard screams, untouchable breaths. 

Grief was anger. It was rage, it was blinding, it was fury.

Grief shapes you, changes you even.

But the thing with grief, is that you can shape it back.

So Charles learned from previous open wounds. His grief became a weapon. A double sided sword.

When he lost his godfather, Charles raced. 

When he lost his father, Charles won and Charles lied.

When he lost his friend, Charles became Destiny.

Il predestinato was born and it felt like a phoenix.

It died, it crumbled and it fell, but it returned, temporarily, as the hurricane. In an unending cycle, that phoenix is not leaving anymore. Its ashes will whirl around his cheeks and hide under his skin, under his eyes asleep, awaiting. 

It feels like a curse on bad days, a blessing on others.

Red.

If you ask people about a remarkable color, red would show up in most of their answers. Its meaning infinite. Its solitude finite.

Red is potent, sexy, hot, scary, bright, passionate, too much, not enough. Red is there. Red is everywhere. Red is history. Charles, in quiet nights and loud thoughts, decides that he hates history.

History is in him, pumping through his heart. History is wrapped around him. History protects him in case of red, hot, burning, fire. History made people hope, dare. 

History was his expectation, from others. 

History is his future.

He touched history’s hand on his deathbed, he lied to history.

He stole history too early, so he points at it any time it's made. Up in the sky. Next to his heart.

He tried to make history proud, but history can’t answer.

Saying all of this he can't deny that he himself, Charles Leclerc, is the poison, the eye, the phoenix, the thirst, the sword, the history. It trails after him, caught in his shadow, climbing, crawling towards the light. 

But the poison has an antidote.

That eye attracts life, it gets scraped, but never hurt.

The phoenix rises.

The water is filtered, it's close.

The sword dulls on the side that isn't used.

The history is the past, present and the yet to be discovered.

And hope.

Hope stands tall, leans over, checks, and it sees. It doesn't leave, it just hides. He catches glimpses of it outside of his hurricane. Hopes for hope to slip in. But that's not enough.

And Charles Leclerc may have learned new lessons and lived more years, but he'd be damned if he doesn't catch what he wants. He will stretch, he will climb, he will throw. He is Success and Success is him. 

He will take it, he will earn it, he will hold it up in the air and he will swing it at his hurricane with water. His hurricane which never leaves, always follows. His hurricane who balances history with respect.

Respect is blue.

And Charles is a World Champion.

CHARLES LECLERC SEALS THE 2025 WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP BY A LANDSLIDE

Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc seals his Maiden Championship, Max Verstappen in second place, Lando Norris, with a promising future, occupies the third place.

December 8, Abu Dhabi

“This is for Jules, this is for Papa. But most importantly, this is for me.” says the young 27 year old.

Becoming the first driver since 2007 to win Ferrari a Championship, Charles Leclerc took this year by a storm. His teammate, Carlos Sainz was on the podium in Abu Dhabi, alongside him. 

The young man has shown promising career results since his phenomenal win in F2 and impressive debut year with Sauber in 2018. 

Leclerc joined Ferrari in 2019, alongside 4 time World Champion, Sebastian Vettel. The next few years were a whirlwind of emotions with the highest highs and the lowest lows. He has dedicated all of them to his godfather Jules Bianchi (17), who helped shape him into the man he is today, and unfortunately passed away after a crash in his career, and his father Hervé Leclerc, who passed away when Leclerc was only 19. 

Watch Charles Leclerc's first race as a world champion in the Abu Dhabi GP on Sunday live on Sky Sports F1.

-End-

Notes:

Some explanations cause I love analyzing:

The poison is Charles' mind.

He is the eye of the hurricane. The hurricane mostly represents life.

There is a mention of a hurricane that takes shape and hurts its eye. That is Max's father, who had full control of his life and decisions. Max growing up and succeeding allowed him to become a hurricane himself, with his amazing rise to success and emotional growth. However he is and will always be inexplicably attracted to Charles. The hurricane rotates around its eye after all.

The water if its drinkable represents success (at the end, the champagne), in most of the cases before he manages to succeed however, it was salty, like the sea and like his tears. The windows of the soul of which the water escapes from, are his eyes.

Grief is pretty self explanatory but it became double edged the moment he was willing to sacrifice his career for the impossible, Ferrari.

Red is history and history is him immediately means Ferrari during its years, and the impact it had on people close to him. History takes the shape of his father on his deathbed, and the shape of Jules in the sky. His history holds him back, at first at least.

History is balanced by Respect. Respect is blue. He swings the water at his hurricane. These are all direct representatives of Max Verstappen and his impact on Charles' life.

Please note that no matter how much I am writing here, it is all artistic speculation of what Charles himself has decided to show the world. Do not forget that these drivers are real people.

I wrote this after feeling quite low so I do reflect some of my own thoughts here.

Thank you so much for the dividers to @cafekitsune and @saradika ! They are so pretty!

And the amazing picture editing to @nesaluvstherecoms ! I love you bitch.

Thank you so much for reading! It would mean a lot if I managed to get some comments or reposts!

If you like this, I have written more stories that can be found on my Formula 1 masterlist. Including: Lestappen and Landoscar with more to come. If it manages to spark your interest, please go support those as well!

[elvisabutler]

good ole fashioned spanking

summary: you test elvis's patience at a party. he reminds you what should happen to bad kittens when they do things like that. fandom: austin butler | elvis 2022 | elvis presley pairing: austin butler elvis x gender neutral reader rating: m word count: 1393 warnings: spanking. mild daddy kink implication. mild dom and sub implication. copious use of the word kitten to refer to the reader. elvis's anger problems. elvis's possessiveness. unhealthy bdsm in relation to the spanking. use of spanking as a punishment. coming in one's pants. there is a hint of aftercare mentioned. author's note: welcome to day 23 of kinktober, spanking with austin elvis. i see 60s hollywood austin elvis with his or 60s elvis with this. pick whoever you want, i'm easy. been a while since i wrote spanking but i'm fond of this piece to be honest. also if you saw me post this twice, blame tumblr and their tag problem. i know this still isn't in the tags but i'm not redoing this again.

"I spoil you too goddamn much." Elvis mutters as he pulls you along through the crowd of people. "Only explanation for this nonsense you wanna pull. Draping yourself over every goddamn person in that room. Every single person had you in their lap except me. And you came there with me. Wouldn't be in here if it wasn't for me. spoiled brat thinking you can tease a man like that. Thinkin' you can tease me like that."

You're no stranger to Elvis's mercurial moods and his possessive nature- his possessive streak that can circle the globe. But this, oh this time you might have pushed him too far. There's always a hint of affection in his eyes when he's angry, when he's been like this before but looking at them now you are reminded of a raging storm at sea. Staring at those eyes makes you think of drowning and you're not sure if you can handle it, if you can pull yourself out from that potential whirlpool.

"Elvis." You say, trying to pull him close to you, trying to calm him down. "You were-"

"What?" He hisses, his hand moving to grasp your chin, forcing you to stare him down. "I was what, baby? Busy making sure you're taken care of? Making sure no one's out to get us? Let's hear what excuse you've got for being a brat."

He's right, you are a brat and it always shows in situations like this. In situations where you should be a good kitten you do the exact opposite. This time is no exception.

"You weren't paying attention to me. You took me there and left me alone. Had all those people hanging off of you, hanging onto you like they're taking you home. At least everyone who I touched wanted to touch me. They wanted to take me home." You pause, watching his nostrils flare and his brow furrow. "Maybe I should have let them."

Elvis's grip on your chin tightens momentarily before he lets go, and practically snarls the second you both reach your bedroom. The force he uses to open the door startles you just enough to make you jump. You know he won't hurt you, he never would but this reaction is something entirely foreign to you. He drops your hand as he shuts the door. "The hell you should have. You're mine and you know this. Ya know none of them can do the things I do for ya." He moves to grab your hand again, pulling you to the bed as he sits down on it. "Over my knee."

"No." Your answer is quick, practically spat out as you realize what he's about to do. "You're not about to-"

"Spank you?" He asks, his chest heaving in frustration. "Oh yes I am, you're acting like a brat, you're gonna get treated like one. Ya need to be taught a lesson and I'm 'bout to teach it to ya."

Before you get another word in, Elvis manages to get you into his lap, your ass in the air as he pulls down your pants. "Would've done this with the pants on but ya wanted it like this. Gonna get it like this."

Your body shivers involuntarily at the gust of air and you find a hint of arousal curling in the pit of your stomach. This should not turn you on and yet you find that it is especially after the first smack of his hand. His hand should have more rings on it, you know this but you figure the pause in when he pulled you onto his lap and when he spanked you was filled with him taking them off leaving only one on his middle finger. His hand moves back and falls down on your ass once again earning a choked off sound from your mouth. You think it was supposed to be a breath.

"Count." His voice comes out a low rumble, using a register you didn't know he possessed and his hand feels like a cool balm on your ass that feels as if it's on fire just after two hits. You have to bite your lip to keep a moan from escaping.

His hand comes down again and you grunt, your arousal becoming more intense. "Three."

Another smack. "You gonna throw yourself at people again, kitten?"

"Four." The number comes out as a whimper before you shake your head. "If you ignore me I will."

"Wrong answer." He growls and you swear you can feel the vibration through your soul as he brings his hand down once and twice before giving you a chance to say the number.

"Five. Six." Your hips move against his thighs, trying to gain friction, any kind of friction to alleviate your problem. "I'm yours but you didn't-"

He smacks your ass once more as you moan midway through your sentence. "Got ya ruttin' against me. Ya like this? Want me to spank you more often? You gonna come without me touching you?"

"Seven." You choke the number out, tears forming in your eyes. "I don't know. I-" You feel his hand gently stroking your ass before he raises his hand again and the sound of his skin hitting yours echoes in the room. "Eight, Elvis."

"Two more, kitten. Just two more and I think you'll have learned ya lesson." He murmurs, leaning forward as you continue to rut against him. His hand moves between your legs to discover just how aroused you are and groans before he smacks you yet again. "Oh ya gonna be the death of me. Gonna fuck you after this. Even if ya come, gonna have sex with you after this."

The desire to come is threatening to overwhelm you, threatening to force you into doing just that. You know Elvis won't appreciate it, won't approve of it but it's getting so hard as you get the friction you need and with his hand swatting you. It takes you a minute to say the next number, your head starting to loll down into Elvis's lap fully. "Nine." Your voice is practically a whisper and a whimper all at once.

"Atta kitten. One more and you can come. One more and you'll say you're sorry won't you." His voice sounds like it's in a tunnel but you get the gist of it, hearing the words come and sorry. It makes you shudder in his lap as he finally gives you a final slap. "Come for me."

"Ten!" You shout as you come almost instantaneously after what sounded like an order. It's never happened before but neither has this. Your body shakes as you come down from your high and as you feel Elvis stroking your now throbbing backside as he sees your release on his pant legs.

"Goddamn, kitten. Look at the mess you made. Gonna have to change my pants if we head back out to that party." His hand never leaves your backside, still stroking it as he takes his free hand to get you to look up at him. "You alright?"

A hum leaves your lips as you nod. Your behind stings something fierce but that was an orgasm you didn't think you were capable of having let alone with the promise of more to come. Elvis pulls you up into a sitting position and frowns as he sees you wince as you sit down. "Got some lotion for that in the bathroom." He gets up to go grab the lotion and a new pair of pants for you. He turns in the bathroom doorway, watching you as you watch him go and get the items. "You sorry about tonight?"

"I am." You whisper as you focus on breathing and not crying from the increasing pain.

Elvis's frowns only deepens when he reaches you after grabbing the lotion to help your backside feel less raw. He has you lay on the bed before rubbing it in soft circles, making sure to not miss a spot. His lips move to kiss your neck as he murmurs in your ear. "Such a good kitten. You still want more tonight?"

Your answer takes a while to form in your head as he continues to place light kisses against the back of your neck. When you finally do it's simple and just one word.

"Please?"

[amethystunarmed]

In This World and the Next

Word Count: 1952 AO3 Thank you to my phenomenal beta, @snarky-wallflower!

Once again, Margaret is staring out a window.

Admittedly, it is not like any window she had gazed through before. Nothing on the Nautilus is like anything she has ever experienced. Soaring through the skies is completely different from traveling by ship; the floor vibrates beneath her, and she constantly has to lean forward to avoid being knocked off her feet. Even through the thick metal hull, she can hear the thrumming of whatever engine makes the Nautilus go. The whir of it makes her heart race, nothing like the calming lap of waves on the way to British Guiana or on the Ellen Austin. 

And the view…

It is a habit of hers, gazing out into the unknown, one that she has had for far longer than she had realized. She has often found it soothing, staring out into the night and gazing at the moons and stars of her home world. There was comfort in the infinite, in knowing just how very much was out there, seeming within reach. But today there is no respite in her quiet observance. The stars move by so fast it makes her dizzy, blurring into stark white lines as they fly by. There is no sign of the moon. There are none of the constellations from her childhood. Looking out at the billions of stars doesn’t comfort her; it just makes her feel entirely alone.

She hears the door behind her open. She knows who it is. There is only one person it could be. Dakkar is unconscious in the infirmary with Ahlaam tending to his injuries, Addison is flying the Nautilus, John is busy with Rose, and Rose… Rose is...

She knows it has to be Sia, coming to check on her. She knows Margaret best, after all.

“I knew that I would find you here,” Sia says. “You always liked looking at the sky when you were upset.” The words are gentle, even slightly teasing. An olive branch. A foot in the door.

But they only make Margaret remember another conversation, back what feels like years ago on the roof of her apartment. The words are so vivid in her mind, she can almost imagine him beside her. She swallows the welling lump in her throat.

“Right,” she says, fighting to keep her voice from cracking. It is harder than she would like.

Behind her, Sia doesn’t move, no footsteps bringing her closer or taking her away. Margaret doesn’t dare to look back at her, knowing it may be what breaks her composure. She takes a hitched, stuttering breath, trying to get herself to calm down. 

Margaret remembers what happened the last time she felt this way, the rush of grief that swept over her when she learned that Great Astronomical Discoveries was a hoax. She remembers the way the Stratfords flew across the room in a supernova of blue light, how right her outburst had felt in the moment. It had been easy, lashing out. With memories of the rest of her magic ways, she doesn’t want to know what she could do to the Nautilus in another burst of rage.

She takes another deep breath.

Sia, finally, makes a decision. She walks up beside Margaret, slowly, the way Margaret had once approached the meanest of the alley cats that lived beside her apartment; with the care of someone who expects to be scratched. Sia stands directly at her side, so that Margaret can just barely see flashes of red hair out of the corner of her eye. She is close enough that Margaret could reach out and touch her, but she feels millions of miles away. 

Margaret wants to cling to her, to hold her in her arms. Margaret can’t bring herself to get even a step closer. The conflicting desires make her mind ache. She breathes through the pain, until her mind settles.

“You said you remember everything?” Sia asks. A week ago, the question would have seemed innocuous. Margaret would have taken it at face value and continued on. But she knows Sia now, remembers her every tell. 

She’s probing.

I guess we are having this conversation now.

Margaret strengthens her resolve, and turns to look at her. Sia… Sia looks rough. Her eyes are red and puffy; her hair is a tangled mess. Her arms are covered in bruises and burns from where she pulled Ahlaam out of the fire of the Antikythera. Soot and sand muddy the white of her robe to a dingy grey. But, as always, Margaret feels a little flutter in her chest at the sight of her. 

She’s beautiful.

“I know we are married, if that is what you’re asking,” Margaret says, keeping her voice level. Sia has the wherewithal to look sheepish at that. “You’re my wife.”

Sia flinches a bit at the title. “It… It’s not called that.”

Margaret knows the proper word for it. She can hear it in her head, the word for what Sia is to her. Her partner, her chosen, the other half of her Radiance. A bond that is tightly knitted between them, one only death could break. 

She just also hears how she would have heard it before, a series of notes and peals that would have barely felt like a song to her, much less a language. The dissonance hurts her head, this language that is both her mother tongue and entirely unfamiliar. It is easier to think in English, for now.

“I know,” she says instead, and feels a twinge of guilt at how Sia’s face falls.

They stand in silence for a long while, only the hum of the Nautilus passing between them. Margaret doesn't mind the silence, but can hear Sia growing more agitated beside her. Her feet shuffle awkwardly, as though she is resisting the urge to leave. She trails her fingers along the ridges of her necklace, at an increasingly desperate rate.

Finally, Sia blurts out what she is thinking.

“Do you hate me?”

Margaret had been expecting this question, and it still feels like a knife in her chest. It's the earnestness, the way Sia’s voice cracks. Sia truly believes it’s a possibility. And Margaret… Margaret can't stand for that.

“I love you,” Margaret says, as easily as the day they were married. “I love you so much.” 

Giving up Sia was one of the hardest things Margaret has even done. She remembers the last kiss they shared, before everything went to hell. She remembers Sia’s hands clutching the front of her robes, the desperate way Sia had dragged her close. The feeling of Sia’s hot tears as they splashed against her cheek. She can practically feel the point of Sia’s canine against her bottom lip, as though Sia could devour her, could keep her close through that, if nothing else. Margaret didn’t blame her. She is sure her own fierce kisses left bruises on Sia for weeks. 

Margaret hopes they lasted. She hopes that Sia felt her in the ache for as long as possible.

But now, Sia shakes her head, dismissing the words like they don’t matter. “Margaret… It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way anymore, it’s been-” She stops, and crosses her arms over her chest. “I know you and Samuel were getting close.”

Gods… Samuel.

Margaret never kissed Samuel. She had imagined it before, lying awake at night in Township #9. What it would have felt like, if she had been brave enough to kiss him on her rooftop, back when Great Astronomical Discoveries was real. If he would have been as gentle as his smile when he placed his lips against her own. 

She wishes she had done it. She wishes she kissed him, while she still could.

She is glad she never did. She thinks the guilt might have eaten her alive. 

Samuel didn’t deserve this. Sia didn’t deserve this. 

Thinking of either of them tears her hearts to shreds in entirely different ways. Two loves she managed to fail in utter totality. She wasn't enough for either of them, when it mattered most. It is almost enough to make her laugh.

“Do you blame me?” Sia asks. 

And isn’t that the question?

Because Margaret knows it isn’t Sia’s fault. Visions are not concrete. They are not easy-to-follow guidelines that get you to the best outcome. Ever since she was a little girl, it was drilled into her the weight those with the gift of Perception must bear, the double-edged sword they wield. 

A vision is not a prophecy.

Margaret the Traveler knows this. 

Margaret the Human…

She can’t help but think of the brilliant man with a smile like the sun. Sia was the one who placed them in the path of Morgan, in the path of the Antikythera, in the path of Kal. Margaret remembers thinking that it was all part of some grand plot, that Sia must have had a reason. 

And she did. 

She put them in danger on purpose, put Samuel in danger on purpose. She took the first friend Margaret Cavendish had ever made and placed him in the middle of a battlefield. Amos, Elijah, AJ, Samuel… Sia didn’t warn them away from the fight with Kal, but instead pushed them to it; all in the name of getting Margaret back. 

Now they’re all dead.

Samuel sacrificed himself. He paid the ultimate price to keep all of them safe, in an utterly selfless act. Margaret will not take that away from him.

But she knows he never would have been in that situation if it wasn’t for meeting Sia.

If it wasn’t for meeting Margaret.

So Margaret doesn’t answer Sia’s question, like a coward. Sia hears the words anyway.

“Where does that leave us?” Sia asks. Margaret can hear the sobs she is holding back in the quaver of her voice.

Margaret swallows. “I don’t know.” She wishes she had a better answer. She wishes she had more to give. But… 

She just doesn’t know.

Sia looks stricken for a second, eyes going wide. Her face is pale in the strange false lights of the Nautilus, and Margaret can see the reflection of the speeding stars reflected in her pupils. Then, with her usual grace, Sia pastes a smile on her face. It doesn’t hide the tears welling in her eyes. 

“Of course,” she says graciously. She tries to hide it, but Margaret sees her knot her hands in the fabric of her skirt. She grasps it so tightly, her knuckles turn white. “I will let you have the room to yourself-”

“No, stay,” Margaret says, instinctively reaching out to grab Sia’s wrist. The idea of Sia leaving, of being alone in the universe again… It makes her want to start screaming, and she thinks if she started, she would never stop. She trails her fingers down to Sia’s hand, carefully coaxing them out of the ironclad grip in which Sia clutches her skirt. Gently, Margaret massages her knuckles, rubbing the circulation back into them. “Please. Please stay.”

That is what makes the tears spill down Sia’s cheeks. Margaret reaches up and cups Sia’s face, wiping the tears away with her thumbs. The touch on makes Sia sob harder, shaking like a petal in a thunderstorm. Margaret pulls her forward, so their foreheads rest together. She can feel shuddering against her, as Sia releases the anguish she has surely been stockpiling since Kal arrived on Lincoln Island. 

She doesn’t know what their future will be. She can’t even begin to imagine what their lives will look like after this. But she knows she wants Sia there, for all of it.

They stand there, together, holding each other, with only the stars as witness.

[daddyhausen]

commission 1/4 for @ospreayelite

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ 「 OWN MY MIND 」 ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 HANGMAN ADAM PAGE MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 SUMMARY 」 —  he owned you, body and soul and he intended to prove that to you

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ], dark!adam, cnc, dubcon, roleplay submissive + dominant dynamic, thigh riding, squirting, daddy kink, hair pulling praise, degradation. humiliation, spitting, dirty talk, size kink, dacryphilia, face-fucking, oral sex [ male receiving ] throatpie, spanking, breast, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, male + female orgasms, multiple orgasms, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 3.3k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

to say you were frightened of him was an understatement. adam was a brooding, imposing figure. his height made him tower over you, so domineering. you could not help but feel like an ant next to him. adam’s motives with you have become rather dark these past few months, he’d never let you out of his sight, claiming that he did not want anything bad to happen to you, just being protective as any good husband should. he fuse for patience blew up every time you interacted with another man, even your male relatives were not safe from adam’s almost primal rage.

now, your bodies parted across the room of a cheap, chicago hotel, your knees burned from being pressed into the thin, scratchy carpet. eyes avoiding the unappealing light that bled from the bedside lamp, drenching the room in a drab yellow glow. the curtain’s pulled back, although it provides no privacy seeing as how the material was sheer and worn through, holes chewed into the fabric from ravenous moths over the years.

adam sat across the room, naked. his cock stood tall and proud, idly stroking the lower half of his shaft every so often, never breaking eye contact. given the position difference between the two of you, he was like a king, perched up upon his throne and you were a measly peasant begging for the mercy of your monarch.

he inspected you carefully, his eyes scanning ravenously across your bare frame. how your knees began to redden from kneeling for so long, how your chest rose and fell with shaky, anxious breaths. how you avoided his gaze in all attempts that he’d tried to hold yours. your hands would come up to shield the swell of your breasts from his stare, despite him seeing those perfect, supple mounds many times over.

“crawl to me”, he mentioned this with a simple come-hither motion with his fingers. you remained still, the sound of his voice held so much dominance over you, yet you could not bring yourself to move, knees practically glued to the floor.

“don’t make me repeat myself, doll. you know how i get when you don’t listen”, the pet name sounded ridiculously foreign on his lips now, what was once a loving term of endearment was now a literal metaphor for how he treats you, and a derogatory one at that. you were like a literal doll to him, something that he could cherish and protect in his best moments, yet just as quickly shatter the porcelain of your psyche the next.

you gulped thickly, throat running dry as your palms met the carpet, slowly beginning to crawl in his direction. adam watched you closely, noticing how every so often you’d meet his stare with glossy, teary eyes, only to break your gaze again before repeating the action after a few seconds. almost as if you were seeking approval from him.

now kneeled before him, adam’s cock mere millimetres from your lips. his tip leaking, beads of pre-cum glistening against the flesh, so warm you could feel the heat radiating off his cock. he eyed you ravenously, attempting to convince you to please him without the use of his words, peering from your gaze down to his cock, then back up to your eyes once more. you reciprocated the eye contact, eyelashes batting softly with intrigue as you gazed upon his cock. the mere size of him was enough to make your throat run dry, standing at an impressive seven and a half inches, eight at most. his girth, you estimated, roughly about three in circumference. thick veins littered the underside of his shaft, running from base to tip, bulging against the skin with swells and throbs of arousal. it was an imposing sight to say the least.

adam patience was wearing thin, you could tell by the subtle knot in his brow, the way he would chew the inside of his cheek methodically, as a way to quell the rage that was burning inside him. he leaned forward slightly, his large stature looming over your frigid frame. the tip of his cock prodding against your bottom lip, precum glistening against the petaled bud, looking as if you’d just applied a fresh coat of gloss to them.

“open.”, his demand was stern. “don’t make me force myself in there, darlin’”

his voice was liquid velvet to your senses, sending shivers and pulses of warmth to your loins. adam always knew the effect his voice had on you. he could command and control your movements with a simple phrase. he was the puppeteer that manipulated your strings.

your throat ran dry as you opened for him, feeling the large appendage slap against the flat of your tongue, resting there idly for a moment while adam offered a smug smirk, loving the way spit pooled around the corners of your lips, slicking the tip, trailing down his shaft already and you had not even wrapped your lips around him yet, although the thought was daunting to you, there was absolutely no way he’d be able to fit, especially with how swollen and erect he’d become.

you managed to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, it was all you could muster in that moment. beginning to bashfully suck him off, a blush creeping upon your cheeks, maintaining eye contact in order to seek his approval. adam’s dominance had died down, or so you hand thought in that moment, his movements were now gentle, a hand delicately massaging the back of your scalp, the sensation soothing your worries for the time being.

“there’s my good girl. so obedient isn’t she?”, the answer was rhetorical. a large palm fell to your cheek, smoothing the skin with the calloused part of his thumb, all the way down to your jawline. he held your face simply gazing into your eyes for a moment, swiping away any spit that dribbled around his tip.

his fingertips daintily traced shapes into your skin, lingering against your flesh in featherlight touches, travelling upward until he settled at the base of your scalp again, repeating the process of massaging, twirling the strands of hair between his fingertips. you hollow your cheeks around his tip, tongue swirling against the slit at pre-cum dripped onto the appendage, savouring the slightly salty liquid on your tastebuds, a subtle moan reverberating around the sensitive flesh, causing a slight shudder in his breathing and a moan to hitch in his throat.

“god…”, he muttered, a slight southern twang to the vowel. “such a perfect little cockslut, aren’t you?”

you couldn't nod to show him your appreciation, or respond to his praise. body feeling stiff and numb under the weight of his words. adam’s hand tightened its grip around your hair, wrapping the locks into a makeshift ponytail of some sort. without warning, the force of his cock felt past your tongue, buried deep down your throat. you gagged at the intrusion scratching at his thighs as the lack of air left your mind paralysed for a moment

“did you really think i was gonna go easy on you, doll?”, he smirked with a maniacal chuckle. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, mind seemingly fading from lack of oxygen until he pulled his cock back ever the slightest, allowing for the minuscule amount of breathing room.

“hey!”, he slapped your cheek hard to rile you out of your fading state. “wake the fuck up!”

your eyelids shot open, body jolted awake by the slap.

“you fucking look at me when i’m talking to you.”, he slapped you again, harder this time, your cheek beginning to burn and ache from his touch. he pulled his cock out of your mouth momentarily, holding your jaw open and spitting onto your tongue, acting as a sort of lubricant for his cock as he forcibly shoved himself back down your throat, beginning his rapid assault.

adam gripped your skull with both hands, forcing your head down as he abused your throat. tears welled in your eyes from how rough he was being, how your throat was already fucked raw despite him only just beginning. spit pooling against your thighs, only adding to the pleasure that ripped through you. adam was in heaven, the way your throat constricted and pulsed around his shaft was nothing short of magical. your eyes were squeezed shut, simply revelling in the force of his cock. adam gave a rough tug at your scalp, knuckles burning white with the sheer grip he held.

“look. at. me.”, that southern drawl growing more stern on his tongue with each fleeting word, leaving you flinching and shying away into his thighs as each piercing syllable left his lips. your eyelids fluttered open cautiously, not wanting to seem too eager. slowly, your teary eyes traced up the length of his abdomen, across rippling muscles and tufts of blond nestled at his mound and atop his burly chest. across pink, parted lips breathing out sullen, faux praise with an insult or two, accompanied by laboured pants and subtle curses. finally, your eyes met his, settling on those cornflower blues that had become so foreign to you in these last few months.

no longer did they hold the warm, charismatic charm adam was known for, nor did they hold any real adoration for you. they seemed blank, void of emotion, as if the colour itself was fading from that deep almost crystal-like blue to a sunken steely grey. still, you held his gaze. hoping, praying for just even a sliver of mercy from him.

“you're nothing.”, his voice blunt and straight to the point. “you’re only a hole for me to fuck.”

even under the guise of play, his words still stung, feeling like thorns slowly being pressed into the ventricles of your heart, wrapping around your veins, constricting the air in your throat. as much as you wanted to break his gaze, wipe the tears that spilled down your cheeks, mingling with the spit on your thighs, you remained stoic, letting him use and abuse your throat until he saw fit.

silence flooded adam’s throat, aside from the occasional soft grunt or groan here and there. he spoke in soft curses and profanities, none of which addressed to you in the slightest, ignoring the fact that his cock was still buried in the back of your throat, how you still continued to please him despite the verbal beratement you endured from him.

“fucking take all of it.”, adam grumbled through clenched teeth, both hands holding your head steady as he continued to abuse the back of your thr0at, surely to leave bruising one he was finished. your lips wrapped around his shaft, buried to the hilt as he used your mouth as a makeshift fleshlight, ignoring your quiet gurgles and choked sputters around him. your eyes red and burning, salty with hot tears, spit creating pools on your thighs and the carpet below. yet he offered you no peace, and without warning emptied himself down your throat.

he held your head down, forcing you to take every last drop of him. your nails clawing at his thighs, dragging against the skin in frantic strokes, desperate for air as lines and rivers of red painted his flesh. he adored the sight, you so helpless beneath him, literally choking on his seed, gasping around his cock. your movements began to slow as they did previously, this time adam was quick to act, pulling his cock from your throat as you gasped and coughed finally able to get fresh air into your lungs. what little of his seed you had not forcibly swallowed already dripped down your chin, glazing the tops of your knuckles as your hands fell to your throat, as if grasping the external flesh would provide soothing relief to your oesophagus.

with reddened eyes you shot him a glare that could kill, still trying to regain your breath after almost asphyxiating on his cock. he paid you no mind, simply beckoning you to stand with a simple curl of his finger. you obeyed. once again the puppeteer strikes. you stood up, being led by his forcible grip on your forearm, dragging you close to him until your dripping cunt was positioned parallel to his thigh. the flesh thick, reminiscent of a fallen tree log.

adam’s hand rested upon your shoulder, the sensation made you flinch slightly as it was far gentler than he’d previously been, or that you were used to. your scalp ached, throat beaten and raw, despite not uttering any words you felt it hurt to speak. adam cupped your cheek daintily with his free hand, smoothing over the supple skin of your cheek. the flesh puffy and swollen, induced by your cries. adam’s fingers traced delicate shapes across your skin, thumb faintly ghosting across your bottom lip, holding its position, parting them slightly. he held his gaze for a moment, as if he were inspecting you. he took time to gaze upon your features, how the whites of your eyes were glazed over, littered with popped blood vessels only reddening their appearance. cheeks stained red with salty tears, the tip of your nose matching that sentiment, as if you’d been standing outside in the blistering cold for hours. your lips puffy, their pinkish hue more vibrant, matching that of a highlighter pink rather than a rose.

adam offered you a gentle smile, far softer than any previous emotion that he displayed, although this smile did not reach his eyes, those blues still void of any semblance of human emotion. he was far too stoic, too calm for your liking. his hand flew across your cheek, suddenly, harshly, like a strong gust of wind almost knocking you out of his lap. a sensation that left your already reddening cheek burning, stinging with a mixture of pain and desire. his smile faded, resumed was the scowl that he previously donned, a hand still firmly placed upon your shoulder.

“sit.”, he demanded, his voice still holding a domineering grasp over you as he pushed you down onto his exposed thigh. the second your cunt made contact with his skin, you knew it was game over on your part, succumbing to the sensation as he subtly began to bounce his leg up and down. your hips automatically gyrating to match his movements.

“pathetic.”, he mocked, smoothing down his beard, the wiry strands of dirty blond having grown out since you saw him last, maybe a week or two ago. “can’t even wait to get off on my cock”.

your whimpers fell from your lips in small breathless pants, wanting to so desperately thank him for the pleasure you were receiving. your hips gliding back and forth against his thigh, leaving a trail of slickness glistening upon his skin.

“i bet it feels real good doesn't it? that pathetic little cunt all overstimulated for me?”, adam cocked his head to the side mockingly, a sly smirk evident across his lips, his canines making themselves apparent against the pinkish hue of his lips. you nodded, a small hum of pleasure falling from your tongue, a futile response it was. his large palm cupping your breast for a moment, kneading the pillowly flesh as it bounced in his palms with the jolts and gyrations of your hips. not long before a sudden thwack sound rang through your ears, his fingertips coming into contact with the top of your breast, a mere hare’s breath away from your nipple, you gasped at the sudden contact, squirming and writhing on his thigh as his fingerprints became evident in your skin, outlined in slowly-forming reddening splotches.

“and who makes you feel that way, hmm?”, his voice was substantially softer, yet the mocking tone still held its favour, still taunting you with such sarcastic cadence. your vocal chords seemingly fried, throat still burned raw, each letter, every vowel, consonant and syllable felt as if you’d swallowed broken glass than haphazardly tossed and processed through a meat grinder.

“answer me, darlin’”, he held your chin, forcing you to continue to hold his gaze. your hips grew tired, pulse between your thighs beginning to rise as your cunt throbbed against his skin.

“y-you, daddy…”, you managed to croak out. voice hoarse with a dry and gritty tone. swallowing had become almost unbearable as did talking. the less of it you could do the better.

“good girl.”, adam’s voice held a sweet yet sombre tone. the facade of dominance had almost faltered from his voice and body, if not for the death grip he held on your waist. your juices dripping from beneath your thighs, as your tummy burst and swirled with arousal. adam with his quick thinking, lifted your hips up, watching your sweetness pool in a puddle of slickness on his skin, so glossy against his tanned flesh.

“such a messy little thing, lets see how much of a mess you make on my cock”, adam propped you onto his lap. your hips now barely straddling his, leaving some room for his cock to tease your dripping, entrance. his tip nestled against your folds, gathering your slickness, lubing up the thick appendage.

“daddy please no more…”, you begged half-heartedly, mind still in a daze from your orgasm, still trying to comprehend it in fact. yet your body still yearned for him, your cunt throbbed and pulsed for the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you, penetrating and filling your womb with his seed.

“no more?”, adam’s brows furrowed with a faux, mocking confusion, slipping the tip of his cock into your aching void, feeling you stretch around his girth. your body squirming against his substantially larger one, trying to adjust to the size of his cock.

“darlin’”, he spoke with a disgusting sweetness, smoothing stray strands of hair that clung to your forehead with perspiration. “i’ve barely started with you. i’m gonna fuck you until your womb is full and pathetic pussy is dripping with my cum”.

he made no effort in easing you in, simply pushing you down onto his cock like he had previously done with you on his thigh. fingers digging into your hips until purple and red marks were left in their wake. his cock practically splitting you open, stretching your tight walls until you were left crying and begging for him to show mercy. still he remained absent, mentally. he would not look you in the eye aside for times to chastise and mock you. instead those cornflower blues would fall upon your breasts, hungrily eyeing the mounds of flesh as they bounced and jiggled with each violent slam of his hips.

it made you feel used, like an object only desired for his sexual gratification. it was demeaning, humiliating. it made you feel like a common whore, rather than the woman in the arms of her lover.

adam’s cock throbbed deep inside of you, still oversensitive from his first orgasm of the night. he continued in silence, the air filled with the occasional grunt or scream of pleasure on your part. feeling your walls constrict around his length, orgasm crashing around his cock as you begged for him to cease. yet he did not, fucking you deep through your orgasm until it was his turn for release. white hot ropes of his lust filled your void to the brim, seeping from your walls as he pulled your hips up, watching dribbles of white drip down your thighs, as your cunt pulsed thickly around air.

he placed you on the ground with a thud, not hard enough to be considered a throw, but hard enough to have an audible hiss leave your lips. he stood over the top of you, seemingly admiring the mess he made of you, cunt leaking with his cum, breasts red and bruised from his slaps, mascara running freely down your tear stained cheeks.

“look at you, you’re a mess. get yourself cleaned up and then come to bed”

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡