#watch out honey we about to get a comeback

[coco-loco-nut]

Revelations

pairing: Daniel x reader

summary: Daniel casually mentions his wife after 11 YEARS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. Danny Ric comeback. 2025 season, he is back on rbr

request are open pookie masterlist part 2

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Being an engineer for Red Bull was something else. You have been with them since you graduated college, and truthfully you never want to leave, the team is your family, having been with them for 11 years.

You met your husband through your job, both starting at the ripe old age of 23, and despite the potential HR violations, Christian Horner practically set the two of you up on a date after being oblivious about each other’s crushes. Thus began Red Bull’s best kept secret.

“Happy 10 years, Danny,” you kiss your husband, him watching you analyze data. Christian made him promise to never use you as a mole, and the two of you very quickly agreed. Even when he was on Renault and McLaren, work talk was kept quiet. Daniel had a great season last year and was brought back to Red Bull Racing, Christian promoted you to be his race engineer, knowing Daniel would listen to you.

“Happy 10 years, my love,” he hugs you tight. Your children are home in Australia with their grandparents for the weekend.

“Good morning, Ricciardos. Happy wedding anniversary,” Christian greets you, sitting for the pre-race meeting. Christian celebrates your wedding anniversary almost as much as you do, but he is a part of the family. He officiated your wedding at this track 10 years ago today, and he is the godfather of your eldest.

“Good morning, I printed out some data sheets so we can determine strategy. I noticed some unusual tyre degradation, while it could be from the unusually high track temperatures yesterday, it is something we should plan for today,” you start, passing out the papers. Daniel will never not be able to admire you. Sometimes he misses what people say because he stares at you, the exact reason Christian helped get you two together.

“Let’s grab some coffee then go on a track walk,” Daniel holds his hand out to you after the strategy meeting, you happily take it. After your lap around the track, you meet with the other engineers while Daniel warms up and does media. As you are watching the F2 race for valuable data, someone from PR comes over to you.

“Watch this clip,” she says and you oblige.

Daniel, you seem in better spirits than usual, care to share?

I don’t know mate, I am usually a pretty happy person.

Here I was thinking that maybe you finally had a girlfriend

Nah, I don’t think my wife would be happy about that… I wasn’t really supposed to say that. If you are watching, sorry! I’ll make it up to you, love.

Well, I hope there isn’t a couch in your future. Good luck today.

Thanks, but she’s put up with me for 11 years, I doubt there will be a couch in the future.

“Oh, he might have the couch tonight,” you laugh a little, honestly surprised it took 11 years for him to accidentally say something.

“Looking back at all the photos, he is wearing a wedding ring, how did we not see that?” You hear one of the Mercedes drivers say outside the garage.

“You saw the video?” Daniel asks as you playfully glare at him.

“I did. I have a winning strategy for you, so maybe you can move off the couch tonight. Lose and you stay there longer,” you tease. Being his race engineer helps so much because you can subtly say things and no one picks it up, and any interactions between you seem normal.

“Yes, Mrs. Ricciardo,” he smiles and goes to get changed for the race.

Last car in, good luck Daniel

I don’t need luck, I have you guiding my race

Ok, Daniel, whatever you say

The strategy works out well, and planning for the hotter heat was a smart move. Christian hasn’t told you not to race with Max, so you push Daniel for the overtake.

“Come on, honey badger,” you whisper. Daniel has had the better strategy and better pacing, all day so he easily overtakes and keeps the lead through the final five laps.

Okay Daniel, last lap, Verstappen behind, keep the pace.

Does this mean I’m off the couch?

Focus.

Sorry.

And that’s P1, P1 very good, Daniel. Red Bull 1-2. You are officially off of the couch.

LET’S GO! Thank you team! I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Thanks for the brilliant strategy, and for letting me off the couch. Best wife ever.

Mhmm. Happy 10 years. Parc Ferme is clear for you, pull in so the team can celebrate.

Let’s just say that F1 TV streaming your radio broke the internet, and the drivers when they all got out of their cars and into the garages. You followed the team to wear Daniel was parking and the team pushed you to the front. Daniel celebrated there with the team, taking his helmet off and kissing you. The team wolf whistles around you.

“Go to the podium, we will celebrate with you there,” you push him in the direction of where he needs to go. Unknowingly to Daniel, Red Bull chooses you to represent them for the Constructors Trophy.

“Mate, how did you keep that a secret?” Oscar asks Daniel in the debrief room.

“It wasn’t much of a secret. Everyone in Red Bull knows most of the relationship,” Max says and Daniel nods along.

“Honestly, I don’t know how people didn’t know,” Daniel laughs. The FIA tells them to start heading out to the Podium and Daniel searches the crowd for you when he steps out, but can’t find you. He’s shocked but extremely delighted when you step out and stand beside Oscar for the Constructors trophy. The mischievous glint in his eye is a loud warning that you will be sprayed with champagne. You happily stand through the national anthems, clap when Daniel is handed the trophy, and beam with joy as you are handed the second trophy. Soon enough you are presented with champagne and the go ahead to spray it is given.

“Max!” you squeal and hide behind him as you both spray Daniel.

“Quit hiding my wife!” Daniel laughs and in a split second, your cover is gone as Max moves to spray Oscar. You and Daniel both pour the champagne in each other’s mouth.

“Ew, that’s almost as bad as if you guys were to kiss,” Max laughs. Daniel gives you a devilish smile, pulling you close to him and capturing you lips with his.

“The kids are going to be so grossed out,” you laugh and Oscar looks almost horrified.

“THE KIDS?!”

[mistiell]

We Keep this Love in a Photograph

summary: since Joel gifted you a polaroid camera for your birthday, you've developed a habit of sneaking pictures of him whenever possible. He doesn't think he's worth the film "wasted" (His words, not yours), but after catching you looking over your accumulated gallery, you manage to win him over.

wc: 1.1k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Joel's a little self conscious, Reader's gender isn't specified, and they have hair but the length isn't specified either. If I accidentally did use a gendered term, lmk and I shall fix it. <3 NOT PROOFREAD (will likely come back to fix any mistakes later)

a/n: HOLY SHIT I'M BACK!!! This fic was inspired by this TikTok. I saw it and the Joel obsession possessed me so viscerally I had to make a comeback lmao.

**NOTE: I've linked ways to help Palestine here. If you're in a position to donate anything at all, please do! If not, you can reblog the post that's linked so it gets out to more people.

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It started on your birthday.

You’d shared with Joel one evening, wrapped warm and snug in his arms within your soft haven of sheets, during one of those late night conversations where vulnerability doesn’t seem like a thing so daunting, that you used to love photography. Loved immortalizing things you loved or things you found beautiful. He’d asked what kind of camera you’d had, what kind of things you usually took pictures of.

“Polaroid.” you’d told him softly, fighting you keep your eyes open with his tracing shapes into the curve of your waist. “And I already told you. Whatever I found beautiful.”

The morning of your birthday, you woke to the smell of coffee and a clumsily wrapped box sitting on your bedside table with a note taped to the top; Happy birthday, honey. Love, Joel. And in smaller print near the bottom left corner; P.S. Wait until I’m here to open it. Wanna see your face.

You’d smiled, bashful, brushed your teeth in record time, scooped up the box, and made your way downstairs towards the sound sizzling and the tapping of a spatula on a pan. He gave you a good morning kiss, pretended to make a fuss about waiting until after breakfast to open it and watched with a smile as you carefully tore it open, popped off the lid, and visibly softened at first sight of the contents.

It was a polaroid camera. Coincidentally, the very same one you’d had twenty years ago.

You’d cried, he’d panicked. You hugged him so fiercely, any worry that he’d fucked the whole thing vanished as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you close.

That was months ago, and in the time since, you’ve accumulated quite the gallery. You take pictures of just about anything and everything, but your main muse is Joel.

Which is what’s led you to have half a shoe box full of polaroid of mostly him. He’s no idea of your little stash, and you intend to keep it that way. You’ve come to learn he’s got a thing about being photographed. Always nitpicking his appearance no matter what you say. He asks sometimes when he catches you why you don’t choose something nicer to look at, and your answer is generally always the same. There is nothing nicer. He walks into a room, and all you want to look at is him. Yeah, he’s got some more lines, got some more meat on his bones, his hair is a little more grey than it is brown these days. But he doesn’t see it the way you do.

He’s got crows feet and smile lines etched almost as deep as the crease between his brows. He looks healthy now that he’s actually got food to eat, meals you’re both sure to share every morning in your kitchen and every evening in the dining hall. His greys are a tangible reminder that he’s alive, that he’s survived, and that he now gets to live, and you’re incomprehensibly grateful for every russet strand turned silver. He’s all the more beautiful for all of it. And here, tucked into your armchair, polaroid pinched between thumb and forefinger, you get to commit every little detail picked up by your camera to memory.

Your gaze follows the sloping curve of his lovely nose, profile softened by the sun shining white behind. It’s only one half of his face, but the beaming smile he’s sporting makes you feel whole. His hair was just starting to get longer, then, curling near his nape and flicking round his ears to kiss his jaw.

“What’s all this?” You startle, head leaning into the plush back of the chair to look at him upside down as you press the pictures into your diaphragm. He seems curious, if a little confused.

Caught, you swallow, “If I said nothing, would you believe me?”

“Not for a second.” He smiles teasingly, bending to give you a quick peck, bottom lip warm where it slots between yours. Your hold on the photos loosens, and when his gaze dips to them, the smile shifts into something closer to a frown, a little cagey, “S’ that me?”

“Yeah.” You answer simply, before joking tentatively, “Swear I’m not a creep. You’re just pretty.”

“See now, that’s exactly what a creep would say.” He teases, and you’re glad for it – that he’s not upset. Rounding the chair, he sits on the arm, elbow propped up on the soft back of it and knuckles warm on the nape of your neck.

“Pretty.” He echoes, blowing a short puff of air out his nose, “Never been called that before.”

“Well, you are.”

He smiles again, bashful and a little disbelieving. There’s a short moment where he just looks at you like that, backs of his fingers sliding down your spine a few notches then back up in a tender line before he juts his chin toward your collection. “Show me?”

Warmth blooms in your stomach and fizzes up behind your sternum. You grin, handing him the one you were holding before sifting through the shoe box for your best works. He accepts your compliments and sweet talking reluctantly, but hangs onto your every word as you describe where you were, what you were doing, what made you sneak the picture in the first place.

You start to worry his limited responses mean he’s gotten caught up in his head until his hand slides up the side of your neck and settles over the side of your head, the warmth of his calloused palm encompassing the entirety of your ear as he guides your temple to his lips.

“Love you.” He murmurs into your hair, and the warmth sizzles like its carbonated, bubbling and burbling within the cage of your ribs.

You turn your face, slip your fingers beneath the curtain of hair at his nape and lift your chin to kiss him soft and slow. He rubs an affectionate line into the soft skin behind your hear as he hums, vibrations thrumming against your lips.

You lean back just enough to murmur, “I love you to.”

He smiles, kisses you again. And again. And once more. He asks you to show him more of your pictures, and you oblige. It’s early evening when you’re finally through, at which point Ellie’s come home and Joel’s started on dinner. You let her sift through the polaroids while you move to join Joel at the counter.

You won’t realize until later that she’s snuck a photo of the two of you by the stove, Joel’s large palm on the small of your back where you’ve taken over stirring a pot, gazing at you like you’re the only thing he’d like to listen to for the rest of his days as you talk and talk and talk.

That one, he hangs on the fridge.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They Accidentally Bring Up an Insecurity|Seungmin Bonus

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

Just a little gift of appreciation :)

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"This is...awkward..." You mumbled as Seungmin squeezed your hand under the table at your family's Thanksgiving dinner. To think you flew all the way back home with your newlywed husband so he could experience your first family holiday - just to have your mom and her sister going at it.

"Well, I don't know what you want me to tell you Patricia! The truth hurts!" Your mom said raising her hands in the air defense. "You would think your daughter would stop messing around after getting pregnant by her boyfriend's brother but now she has a baby from the same man she cheated on?"

"Hah! Like Rick had cheated on you?" Your Aunt snaps back, leaving your mom's mouth agape.

"We-Well at least I had a husband to begin with! Where's that little Entrepeneur boyfriend of yours? Still looking for enough money for a ring after 11 years?"

"Hmm, I believe so because I started dating him when Rick and his new wife's daughter was born. Surprised you haven't met the half-sister to your kids yet."

"Well at least my grandkids aren't half-brothers and cousins at the same time! Imagine having your uncle as your stepdad!"

You sighed and slunk in your seat as various other family members either ignored to ongoing battle or were trying to get them to stop.

"I'm sorry baby..." You mumbled resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel it shake and looked up in alarm but were relieved to see that he was laughing. "You think this is funny?" You asked with a smile on his face.

"Hilarious actually." Seungmin sputtered. "They're so quick with their comebacks...I'd love to see them in an argument with Minho-Hyung."

"They'd team up. They argue like there is no tomorrow, but if someone dare start an argument with their sister...oh bless them because they're done."

"I thought like...people argued about Politics and American Football during Thanksgiving. That's what it was like in the movies..."

You smiled into your husband's shoulder and shook your head. "Nope. My family argues but never about the actually valid things you can argue about." Your eyes trailed over to your two older brothers who had gathered their kids in the living room to watch Football through one of the childrens' networks so they could be entertained while the kids could be entertained seeing their favorite cartoon characters on the screen. "Except them." You said nodding your head.

"Bro there is no way you think Prescott is better than Goff. You're actually insane."

"Crazy work thinking Goff is better. Look at the statistics."

You smiled seeing the kids blab as well, not even understanding what their fathers were saying, just uttering nonsense.

"See, my kid is going places. She agrees. Don't you, sweetie?"

"Hey bud- who do you think is better? The lion guy or the cowboy?"

"LION!" One of your nephews roared.

"Uncle Seungmin! Who is better?" One of your nieces ran up and tugged on her Uncle's shirt. Her twin came up right after and then the other kids - as it had turned out Seungmin was some sort of kid magnet and was the favorite of all of them.

"Uh..."

"Honey, if you say Goff is better you're sleeping on the sofa." You whispered.

"Uh...the...Prescott?" The kids started running around chanting out Dak Prescott's name which made some of the other adults turn their heads curiously, and one of your brothers utter out a sound of betrayal at seeing his son switch up quickly.

Soon enough the house was filled with immense noise, and you at first worried Seungmin would be annoyed but instead you watched as he joined with the kids, scooping up his nieces and nephews and making almost as much noise as all of them combined.

You smiled as you placed your hand on your stomach, and Seungmin looked at you and smiled.

And you knew the exact thoughts he was thinking because his eyes told you it all.

Later that night when you had laid down to rest Seungmin pulled you into his arms.

"I want our house to be that noisy one day. I feel like we could do like a Thanksgiving type thing in Korea right? And the guys could bring their kids and spouses and it would be really fun! And we can find something to watch on the TV too! I love baseball but actually it seems that football is pretty cool too! Hyeongnim was telling me - I mean..."

"You can refer to my brothers as 'hyeongnim' or refer to them by their names MinMin... it doesn't matter to them, they're just happy you make me happy." You said relaxing in his chest, feeling tired from the long day and in anticipation of Black Friday shopping the next day.

"Well they were both telling me about all the rules! And how their kids will play football! I always thought that I would have my son play baseball, but since you've lived life in America I feel like they could also play football because sometimes that seems more American than baseball even- even though it's the 'All American' sport. And then I was thinking what if our baby is actually a girl? We're too early in the pregnancy to know but I was like - if we had a girl she'd have such amazing support and a lot of the other guys are girl dad's so I'm sure it would be cool to have their support. And obvs our kids will have their support because they'll have seven uncles, and then they have an Aunt and then they have their two uncles here and-"

As you listened to Seungmin tell you about how much he had enjoyed the day, it couldn't help but make you think about the time when you had believed he would leave you for being talkative.

What a stupid thought.

Because you had never been more sure of the unconditional love Seungmin had for you. And seeing him light up and have that same unconditional love for the rest of your family.

And even if you did talk too much it wasn't like Seungmin could say anything because he slowly became more like you. And the way he was quickly becoming like your brothers as well.

""Crazy work. Half-brother and cousins is absolutley diabolical! Wait until I tell Jisung and Hyunjin!"

You couldn't help but laugh, extremely happy with the chaos in life you shared with the one you loved most.

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[haechani4ever]

hello!! can you write a jeno fluff where you offer to sleep in a different room because your work schedules are so different and you don't wanna wake him up when you have to get up for work 🥰

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: separate rooms ✧

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋsummary you always woke up jeno when you went to work, so you decide to offer him a solution.

. . ⇢ ˗ˏˋpairing idol!jeno x idol!reader

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋgenre fluff

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwarnings pet names (angel, honey, babe, etc)

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋwc 0.7k

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋnote hii, this is my first rq so im so happy. thanks for requesting, I really appreciate it <3

it all started when your comeback came out. this means that you are busy all day with promotions and so on. your day started very early and every time you got out of bed you woke up your boyfriend, jeno. he was an idol, just like you, but his promotions had already ended a few weeks ago, so he was on break while they prepared the next comeback.

so yes, when your alarm went off at 5am and you had to get out of bed, he woke up too. he always seemed to go back to sleep after that, so it didnt seem like a big problem at first. but one day while you had a short break between your activities you decided to send him a message to see how he was doing.

you: hi jens.

you: what u doing?

jens💘: hii babe

jens💘: just watching tiktok since you left

you: you didnt go back to sleep?

jens💘: no

jens💘: i usually cant go back to sleep after you leave

you felt so bad about that. you felt bad for disturbing his rest. you know jeno andhow much he likes to sleep and rest, so you were kind of gloomy the rest of the day because of that. but talking to your group mates they gave you an idea so as not to wake him up. they told you that it was best to sleep in separate rooms. you considered it and came to the conclusion that maybe it was for the best so you would only bring it up to your boyfriend when you got home.

you arrived a little before the time the two of you normally had dinner. as soon as you opened the door, the hot air from the heating and the smell of food hit your face. you left your shoes and bag at the entrance and headed to the kitchen where jeno was. he turned around when he felt your presence in the room and he gave you the warmest smile and walked towards you to hug you.

"hello angel, how was your day?" you hugged him back and let out a tired sigh. "today was good. how are you?" you said as they separated. he returned to where he was cooking. it was something he did when he knew you would be a little late. you leaned against the door frame as you watched him cook.

"my day was also good, i was resting" the message he had sent you this morning saying that he had not fallen asleep again and the advice from your group mate came back to your mind. "are you sure? you said you hadnt gone back to sleep" your voice changed showing concern. "oh, its okay, angel. don't worry."

"no baby, its not okay" you said as you approached him and hugged him from behind. "you work so hard all year round, i cant just wake you up when you can finally rest" you rested your head on his back. he in response caressed your arms and hands that were around his waist. "honey, i think we should sleep in separate rooms."

he turned around quickly as soon as he heard you. this made you break away from the hug and when you looked at his face he looked confused. "what did you just say?" you looked at him also confused "yeah, i think we should sleep separately so i dont wake you up" he let out a giggle that seemed like he was mocking what you just told him "aw, baby you dont need to do that. the reason i cant get back sleeping when youre gone is because youre not in bed with me. unless you want me to not even be able to sleep at night, i think thats such a bad idea."

"but baby, i want you to keep sleeping when i get up," you said with a worried expression on your face. although you did not deny that what jeno had previously said had relieved you. "well, we will find a solution to that, i dont know, i will hug a pillow with your perfume, but there is no way i will sleep without you"

you did nothing but smile in response. he caressed your arm before returning to his task and you went to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. that was something you loved about jeno. he was a man who solved anything, you were lucky to have him by your side.

[blippymilk]

Hi! Could I request a brozone x female reader hc's where the reader is a bit sassy and the bros find it funny and hot lol. Thanks!

Brozone x Sassy Fem! Reader

A/N: Sorry for the long wait

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John Dory:

- Completely head over heels for you

- John Dory loves a challenge and when you got sassy with him, you were definitely a challenge

- Finds it completely attractive and he thinks he’s going insane at first

- Before he gets with you he finds himself uninterested in others when they’re soft and easy, unlike you who always puts up a fight

- Left speechless sometimes when you shut him up with your clever comebacks/insults

“No cause you’re amazing and all but your attitude has been stressing me out lately.”

“Damn that’s crazy. Skill issue.”

“Wha- SEE!”

- Loves your tough demeanor though don’t let him fool you

Bruce:

- If anyone can handle a sassy reader the best, I definitely think Bruce would be the one

- If he can handle like 12 kids he can deal with you

- Loves his woman with a little spunk anyways

- Adores it having a woman that can not only stand up for yourself, but stand up for him too 😂

- If you have kids and they’re just as sassy he’s a little hysterical at first but he finds it hilarious when he gets used to it

“And I told her if she had a problem she can call my dad. Period.”

“*Nervous laugh* Period huh? Ok honey can you come here, I’m starting to think this kid is your clone.”

- But he’ll never regret his decision of choosing you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him

Clay:

- Clay was meant for sassy women. Built for sassy women.

- I actually believe that he’d find non sassy women a little boring (but if he loves you, he loves you)

- At your constant beck and call (usually unless he’s working hard and he’s on a roll)

- If he could explain you in one word: “Hot.”

- If you’re ranting about some female who pissed you off today, he’s all ears. Just nods his head and agrees with your every word, even if you were considered “wrong” (like pffffft- how?)

“And this girl had the nerve to tell me I was stupid! Like be for real, didn’t you graduate highschool at 23?”

“No literally. I feel bad for you, she’s getting on my nerves just listening about her.”

“You get me so much.”

- Now he’s a big gossip and it’s all your fault 😂

Floyd:

- Probably didn’t realize you were sassy until he actually started dating you

- The second he watches you loose your temper he’s flabbergasted. And I mean that.

- Like for the next couple of days he’s basically jaw dropped

- When he finally gets over it he’s chill but once he sees you ima cation again, he feels…different

- Like suddenly this man’s heart is pounding, his cheeks are heating up, and his ears are practically smoking

- Accidentally picks up some of your attitude a little bit and sometimes it takes his brothers to point it out

“Are you serious Floyd?”

“Yup. But personally I told him he can miss me with that bs. Period. Wait-”

“HAH-”

Branch:

- Now we already know that Branch is a little sassy himself:

“Annnnnndddd~ a falsetto made of GOLD.”

“If this diaper was any smaller I could taste it.”

“Fine. But this is more than likely beneath me.”

- He however doesn’t realize he’s sassy so he’s unsure when it comes to you at first

- When he finally realizes that you’re the love of his life, you two are a pretty mouthy duo

- Like when his brothers first met you they were PUZZLED. Like eyebrows RAISED. They genuinely wondered if they had a long lost sister and they would have to break it to branch.

- If you were together during the plot of the first Trolls movie, you’d have Poppy stressinnnnnn

- Onc eye comes to an agreement that you both have that similarity in common, he just falls in love with you more 💙

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[nathanbatemanfucker]

Kinktober Day 7 (& 8): Soft & Slow (Cockwarming)

pairing: college!miguel o’hara x f!reader

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, smut, rivals to lovers, teasing

wc: 735

an: wrote this for the sweetest most lovely @campingwiththecharmings, i hope you enjoy bb 🥰

kinktober masterlist | misc. masterlist

“Are you giving up?” Miguel asks you after several moments of silence.

“What? No!” You glare down at him breathlessly.

Why does the man who grinds your gears like it’s job have to be so attractive? Smooth skin, deep brown eyes, the cheekbones of Adonis. It pisses you off, but at least he can make you feel good. That’s all this is, all you want it to be. It’s sex. Just sex. Or maybe that’s what you keep telling yourself.

His grip on your hips tightens, shifting them up and down slowly. The sweet drag of his cock makes your mind blank, a shiver skating down your spine. He watches you with hooded eyes, drinking in every expression and sound that leaves you. He loves you like this, warming his cock just on the edge of pleasure as he quizzes you over and over again on this week’s physics lecture.

“Then answer the question,” He says, eyes glittering with mischief.

“I-I’m thinking,” You insist, though that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He’s been teasing you for a while now— keeping you pinned on his cock with a thrust or roll of hips here and there. You’re dizzy and needy, all you can focus on is him. On him making you cum.

“About how good my cock feels?”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs beneath you, loud and full, and your breath catches at the way it sends him a hair deeper. “You can’t think that was a good comeback.”

You groan, swatting playfully at his chest, “Please, Mig, can’t we just get off first?”

He sits up in a move that makes you whimper, nuzzling his nose against yours, “Where’s the fun in that? You could just admit that I’m smarter. I’ll fuck you however you want after that.”

“You fucking wish.”

Snaking his hand between your slick bodies he presses two fingers to your clit as he continues to goad you, “We both know it’s true, c’mon angel, don’t you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes,” You moan, head falling to the side. You don’t care anymore, you just need more. You need him.

“Yes, what?”

“You’re smarter, just fuck me. Please.”

He holds you tight to his chest, pressing you into the mattress and pinning your hands down above your head. While he’s fucking you earnestly now, his hips grind against yours at a leisurely pace, pressing against that sensitive spot inside you. All you can do is gasp and groan beneath him, listening to the filth that pours out of his mouth.

I’ve got you. There you go. So cock drunk, look at you. Cum for me, honey.

You do just that, cumming for him with a high pitched wail that he cuts off with a kiss. Your mind whirls, so much so that you don’t notice when he joins you in your peak, or when he rolls to lay beside you, still holding you close.

“I take it back. You don’t play fair,” You quip once your mind returns to you, breath still labored.

He raises a brow at you, cupping your face with his hand to tilt your chin up, “When has this rivalry ever been fair?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“And clearly, you need some tutoring,” He teases, grin widening when you roll your eyes at him. “Stay— I’ll make us dinner.”

“Dinner,” You repeat skeptically, looking over at him to gauge his seriousness.

“Yes, two people eating a meal together at night. A common occurrence, querida.”

“Like…like a date?” You ask softly.

Miguel’s gaze flatters— something you’ve never seen before. He’s the spokesman for confidence, even if he’s wrong he’s always ready to assure you that he can do better. But right now…he looks shy. It throws you off.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, like a date.”

Silence spreads between you two. You have to be cautious about this— what if it’s one of his jokes? A way to get in your head.

“What happened to this being a rivalry?”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m tired of fighting,” He looks up at you, and there’s something soft, something gooey about the way he’s looking at you.

Your mouth pulls up into a shy smile as you say, “Well. Dinner’s not gonna cook itself.”

He snorts, shaking his head as he rises out of the bed, shimming into his boxers. Leaning down he kisses you, murmuring into your mouth, “Stay put smart ass.”

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[reysdriver]

Sleepover | R.B.

You and your family finish off a tiring day with a makeshift sleepover — dad!regulus x mom!reader

warnings: mentions of death (a kid's pet goldfish dies), nightmares, just general parental exhaustion i guess

words: 1.6k

a/n: I've been working on this fic on and off for like a month lmao, but this is my comeback to writing so boom

It’s been a long day. Ascella has been fussy all week, Aurora’s pet goldfish died, so you had to have that talk with her and Perseus plus a fish funeral, and then later, Aurora fell while playing outside and scraped her leg up pretty badly. 

And on top of all of that, the Ministry of Magic needed Regulus to work late tonight. 

So, that long day got even longer since it was just you taking care of the kids. 

By 7 o’clock in the evening, the two older kids kept asking you where their dad was, and all you could tell them was that they would have to wait and see while bouncing Ascella on your leg to quell her tantrum. 

Aurora and Perseus eventually listened to you and ditched asking you questions you didn’t know how to answer for a hand-clapping game they had made up the other day, but that was also dropped the second they heard the front door unlocking. 

The kids rushed to the door and pounced on Regulus, each choosing one of his sides to hug tightly. 

Your husband laughed. Not at the children, but at how he hadn’t even gotten the chance to take his shoes off before they latched onto him. 

“Daddy!” They squealed, arms wrapped around his thighs and their faces squished against his waist. “It feels like you’ve been gone a hundred years!”

“A hundred years?!” Regulus parroted sarcastically. “Well, you all look wonderful for your old age!”

They laughed at their dad and let go of his legs. “You look exactly your age!”

Regulus does an exaggerated gasp. “Well, sounds like no dessert for you two for the rest of the week! And get me your mom and your sister who isn’t mean to me.” 

The children looked at each other frantically, not realising Regulus had been joking about the dessert. Perseus speaks up for the both of them. “We’re sorry, Daddy! You don’t look a hundred years old, we promise!”

“Alright, I forgive you. Just get your mom and your sister so I can tell them I changed my mind about the dessert.”

Eager to earn their after-dinner sweets back, your two oldest kids run back to you in almost perfect lockstep. 

“Daddy’s here!” 

“Oh, is that who was at the door?” You feigned surprise, standing up with Ascella. “Come on, honey. Let’s go see Daddy, huh?”

When Regulus saw you and your baby girl walking his way, his lingering smile doubled in size. He hung his jacket up on the coat rack and held out his arms so he could get more hugs from the two of you.  

Ascella’s frown disappears to morph into an expression that matches her father’s. She babbled and squirmed in your arms until you were able to pass her over to Regulus. 

He pressed a couple of kisses to his daughter’s soft hair, which only made her more excited than she was when she saw her dad for the first time of the day. 

Regulus brought his attention off of Ascella and onto you while you watched the two of them laugh and play. You didn’t think you were letting the events of today show on your face, but Regulus seemed to pick them up immediately. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly. 

You shook your head. “Nothing. I’m just happy you’re back home.”

Regulus understood what you meant and didn’t press. He just went back to teasing your youngest daughter. “Did you three make it a long day for Mummy? Huh? Did you give her a hard time today?”

Ascella just kept laughing as he tickled her sides and kissed her cheeks. 

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Insistent that she would have trouble sleeping in her room without her fish, Aurora begged to stay with you and Regulus for the night. 

You wanted to say no. You’ve been putting Ascella to sleep in the bassinet beside your bed while she’s been sick because she keeps waking up in the middle of the night in a fit of cries and screams. If Aurora slept in your bed, she would have to deal with that as well. Regulus said that it would be fine, so Aurora gladly hopped into your bed, dragging her stuffed rabbit behind her. 

While she still wanted to chat before bed like you expected, when you reminded her to whisper because Ascella was asleep near you, she quieted down quickly and fell asleep soon after she stopped talking. 

After that, Regulus joined you in bed. Aurora had taken up a fraction of both your side and Regulus’ of the bed, but she had mainly been sprawled across your husband’s half, so he just pushed her over enough for him to lie down. 

Now you and Regulus laid across from each other, one little girl lying between you. You smiled sympathetically at the fact that you couldn’t hold each other like you usually would because of Aurora, and Regulus made the same face back. 

“I’m sorry I had to work late.” He said quietly. “I know it wasn’t an easy day today. I know me having to stay later than usual didn’t help.” Since coming home, he had heard all the stories about today’s happenings, and he felt worse and worse with every one. 

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. “These kids may be a handful, but there’s nothing about them that’s too much for me.”

“Well, I’ll still try to avoid working late from now on. You never know what a day is going to be like with them.” 

“All I care about is that you’re here now.”

“Yeah, I am pretty great company to have.”

You could tell by his little grin that he was expecting you to laugh and argue with him, but he didn’t say anything you could push back against. Instead of fighting him on it, you just put out your hand for him to take in his. 

“You are.” You told him sincerely. “For me and for the kids. And everyone else, too.” 

He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a sweet kiss to your palm. You smiled but held back a giggle, careful not to wake either of your daughters who were sleeping in your room tonight. 

Regulus kept his mouth on your skin, moving his kisses further along. It started with your palm, then he trailed over to the ball of your hand, your wrist, your forearm. You tried silently shuffling closer to him so he could reach more of you, but he detached himself from you when you heard a soft knock at your bedroom door. 

“Come in, honey.” You called quietly. 

The bedroom door opened, and you could hear Perseus sniffling as he made his way across the room.  You and Regulus both sat up, concerned for your son, and you held out your arms. Perseus accepted your invite and hugged you tightly, wiping his tears on your shoulder. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, not letting go of your son. 

“I had a bad dream. I got scared.”

“Are you still feeling scared?”

He nodded, unlatching his arms from the hug. “A little.”

Regulus spoke up from beside you, still keeping his voice to a low hush. “Do you want to sleep here?”

Again, Perseus nodded, then he crawled onto your lap. You lifted up the covers so he could lay down beside you. 

Your husband reached over and tousled your son’s hair lovingly. “We’ll keep you safe here.”

 You enveloped Perseus in your arms and kissed the crown of his head while rubbing circles on his back. “Do you want to talk about your bad dream?”

He sniffled into your neck and shook his head. That was okay. You weren’t going to force him to talk and upset himself even more. It was good that he was enjoying your company and feeling safe in your arms. 

“That’s alright.” Regulus told him. “We can just all cuddle and enjoy this little sleepover here tonight. How does that sound?”

Perseus lifted his head up to look at Regulus and attempted to muster up a smile and a nod. “That sounds good, Dad.”

You smiled, happy that Perseus was already feeling better than before. “Yeah, we’re all gonna have a nice sleepover, and then we’re gonna have a great day tomorrow?”

Today wasn’t a great day, but you would do anything in your power to make sure tonight was good and tomorrow would be even better. 

Perseus nodded sleepily once more at your proposal. “That sounds good too, Mum.”

You started rubbing his back once more to help him calm down and fall asleep faster. It seemed to be working as his breathing became more steady and his heartbeat was going back to normal. 

“Goodnight, honey.” You told Perseus, even though you were sure he was too tired to hear you. 

You looked up at Regulus, who was watching you lovingly from the other side of the bed. You were certain that if your bedroom wasn’t full of your sleeping children, you would have lunged across the bed for him the second you saw him gazing over at you. 

“We should go to sleep too.” Regulus broke the silence. “Don’t want to risk waking them if we stay up and talk.”

You shot your husband a sweet grin. “You’re right, as always. Plus, the faster we get to sleep, the closer we get to the great day we’re gonna have tomorrow.”

[lili-of-the-wildfire]

okay fine, u all forced my hand in this one. these are MY azzie headcanons, mostly based on what’s canon in the books but i’m nothing if not a woman who would have been forcefully lobotomized so there’s also some delusion sprinkled in. enjoy 😙 (not proof read or correctly punctuated or even coherently arranged, we die like men on this blog)

* he may be a bit quiet in some situations, especially when meeting people who’s intentions he hasn’t quite figured out yet, but if he does nothing else, he’ll offer up a small smile in greeting. he’s not just going to sit there aloof in a corner, sans introduction.

* he’s a total vibe reader tho, his line of work has made sure of that. like he just knows when something is off about someone even if there is evidence saying otherwise. and he’s right every time, damn him.

* he tucks his hands behind his back out of habit, not necessarily shame. he used to be far more insecure, but as the centuries dragged on, he’s become less and less ashamed of what was done to him as a defenseless child.

* that’s not to say he’s fully healed and moved forward, just that time has given him some perspective and wisdom.

* (btw he loves hand massages with your lavender and lemon verbena lotion and he is not afraid to admit it)

* when he gets himself into trouble he tries to slink off into the shadows slowly, instead of disappearing all at once. nobody has a problem calling him out on it, but sometimes he honestly does get away with it.

* he has TASTE! he took one look at cassian and feyre’s gods awful decorating and didn’t even remove his outside clothes before he was fixing it.

* he and his mate’s house would look like something out of a Williams Sonoma holiday catalog.

* the two of you would put up lebron numbers on a joint pinterest account in a modern au.

* he’s quick as a whip with his dry humor and comebacks, and while cassian may be his main target, the two of them combined?? Mr. your mother and Mr. two hundred years at least TOGETHER? jesus it’s a wonder rhys came out of Illyria with the ego that he did.

* he differs from his brothers in that PDA is not his jam. he’s not getting blowjobs at the dining room table or fucking in tents while people die outside. he’s definitely not fingering you for the first time in a shabby inn, either. he’s more publicly reserved than that because he favors romance more.

* you know how rhys/feyre and cassian/nesta fucked before they were in any sort of relationship? azzie’s not doing that with someone he genuinely wants to pursue a relationship with.

* consider the following: does a man who’s spent centuries pining after the same woman come off as anything other than a romantic? no, lovely reader, not in the slightest.

* he’s got the softest heart, i just know it. while he’s kind, he has his reserved exterior, but i think once you get past that as a relationship develops, he’s so tender and thoughtful.

* his gift to nesta was so personal and thoughtful despite their superficial relationship, and he expected nothing in return. imagine what he could come up with for someone he knew on a more personal and intimate level!!

* his gifts may not be as over-the-top extravagant as Rhys would prefer, but they’re so well-planned and personal because he actually listens to you! and he watches you! and he takes the time to actually think about what would be useful and meaningful for you (Mor could NEVER, luv u tho baby)

* while he’s not overtly sexual, Azriel is a FLIRT! a shameless flirt! he doesn’t need to resort to poetry because when you exasperatedly tell him “stop trying to distract me, I’m busy!” he just arches a thick brow, looks you up and down and says “make me.”

* BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

* And your cheeks heat a bit because he’s looking at you like he knows exactly what you’d taste like and he’s starving for it and then he just laughs and you realize you’re a fly that got stuck in those honey-trap eyes again

* So you huff and roll your eyes, turning to leave the room but a hand on your wrist tugs your momentum backwards and suddenly there’s another hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking along your jawline.

* A deep hum rumbles from the back of his throat, his gaze dragging from your mouth up to your eyes, “Do that again, I like watching your eyes roll back for me.”

* ladies/theydies i am PROFUSELY sweating !!!!!!!!!

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Hie hie hie!

I had a just take it req (if you are taking any now)

I wanted a real real sweeet the fluffiest fluff of how jk interacts with baby while still in the tummy 😭.

Like talking to the baby bump.

It would mean alot to me!

Thankyouu😭🩷

Haha hieee

Yeah I'm always taking requests for all of my stories! It just depends on how long it takes me to get back to them lol 😅

Okay okay lemme see what I can do 🤭

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"Come on Honey, the baby doesn't come for another two months. I'm sure we'll finish up the nursery with plenty of time to spare" Jungkook says while he watches me pace back and forth, trying to figure out where I want everything and measuring all around to make sure that it'll fit.

"I know but I really want to get this done now so I won't have to worry about it anymore" I say, looking at all the boxes that we've had in here for the past few months.

"Can you at least take a break? Watching you run around this room all day is making me tired so I could only imagine how exhausted you are" he says, his eyes going wide when he see me try to pick up something a little heavier than I should be carrying and rushes to grab it.

"Everything would be finished sooner if you helped me out" I mumble and he rolls his eyes, placing the box where I wordlessly ask him to. "I've asked you if you wanted my help about four times today and you told me if I asked you again you would make me sleep on the couch for the next three day" he says, crossing his arms and cocking a brow at me.

I quite any comebacks I might've had and laugh awkwardly, "Right I uh, I forgot about that" I say sheepishly scratching the top of my head.

He walks over to me and cradles my face in his hands, placing a chased kiss on my lips, making me melt into him. "You wanna take a nap with me?" he whispers against my lips and I smile, nodding my head and holding out my hand so he can lead me to our room.

He helps me down since it's gotten harder and harder for me to do simple movements that I used to take for granted but he makes sure to take care of everything I need even when it comes to little things like this.

"Thank you Honey" I say and he leans down to give me a kiss before rounding the bed to get on his side.

Once he's laid down next to me I expect him to turn this little nap he offered into something else but he decides to lay his head on my chest and place a hand on my belly.

"What are you doing?" I giggle and he shushes me playfully. "Can't you see I'm trying to have a meeting with our baby?" he says and I don't take offense since I love it when he does this so I just run my fingers through his hair while he does as he pleases.

"You know Mommy has been working day and night to get your nursery ready right? That's why your cozy little place in there has been moving all over the place today" I laugh at his cute little daily update with them, it's always my favorite part of the day.

"I told her to take it easy but she won't listen to me" he whispers and I wack him lightly on the shoulder and he flinches as if I had hurt him.

"See, you feel that? I try to tell her to rest and take care of herself and this is the thanks I get? I think you've been giving Mommy too many hormones lately" he teases and I roll my eyes but go back to playing with his hair.

"Mommy keeps telling me that she thinks you're a boy but I think you're a girl. We wanted them to tell us at first but we thought it would be even more special if we found out when you got here" he says and I get even more excited, remembering our little promise to each other.

"Between you and me..." he says, lowering his voice a bit and I hold my breath so I can hear this next part. "I secretly hope you're a boy because I have a bet going with your aunt but don't tell Mommy" he whispers right against my tummy as if that would muffle his words enough.

"You guys made a bet?" I scold him, "I told you not to tell her!" he whispers, playfully scolding the baby in turn as if he wasn't the one that blew his own cover. "Well I wanted to show solidarity with you so I made a bet that we were having a boy but your sister is convinced we're having a girl".

"That logic doesn't even make sense" I say and he laughs as if it was completely logical. "Well this way I'll win either way" he says as if that explains everything, turning his head to now face me, practically smothering himself in my boobs since I'm carrying so high still but he's not complaining.

When he sees that my face is still scrunched up in confusion he sighs and explains himself. "Well if it's a girl then I'll have to pay your sister but I'll still be right since I really think she's gonna be a girl. But then on the other hand if it's a boy then I win the bet and get to support you and your intuition" he says as if his logic wasn't ridiculous.

"Whatever you say Daddy" I tease, leaving him with his face all scrunched up, trying to decide on what he's gonna do next.

"Nope" he says and turns his head back towards my bump. "What do you mean 'Nope'?" I ask, surprised that he's not taking the bait. "I've gotta get used to you calling me 'Daddy' in front of the baby now so I'm practicing self control" he says and I scoff in disbelief.

"I got her back for hitting me" he whispers back to the baby and I huff before trying to sit up. He moves faster than me and switches to hovering over me, keeping me there in protest. "Why are you leaving me?" he asks, clearly offended that I would even think about getting out of bed.

"You promised me a nap" I say and he laughs, "You can nap". "Not like this" I say, referring to not only what he was doing but also the position I was in. "Oh...right" he says and sits back, his head drooping.

"Plus I thought you meant...something else" I say and he chuckles before looking back up at me. "Oh so you wanted a spicy nap huh?" he says, teasing me with the ridiculous term he's coined.

"Why do you always have to call it that?" I whine, placing my hands over my face so I can hide my embarrassment. "Because I love watching the way you react to it" he says while hovering over me again, kissing my neck making me let out a shuddering breath but he stops as quickly as he starts and I scowl at him.

"What are you doing? I ask and he looks down at me with a teasing smile. "Didn't you say you wanted to get the nursery done today?" he points out and I huff, knowing that I should probably get back to that.

"We'll have more spicy time before bed" he reassures me and gets up so he can start helping me up as well. "You're no fun" I slouch and he caresses my face again, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"You gonna let me help you now?" he questions and I nod, dropping my resolve in wanting to accomplish it on my own.

"Come on, the sooner we finish it the sooner we can finish what we started" he says as he watches me walk out, checking me out before slapping my ass, making me yelp.

"What was that for?" I whine and he laughs and rubs the area as a fake excuse to comfort me when all he wants is to grab my ass. "That was for teasing me earlier" he smirks and I roll my eyes at him, "Come on let's just go" I say and I let him walk into the nursery first, slapping his ass as he does.

"Did you just...?" he says in disbelief and I smirk back getting exactly the reaction I wanted. "Yeah, so what? What are you gonna do about it?" I taunt and he chuckles walking up to me and places a hand on my belly.

"Just wait until we get this baby out of you Bunny" he taunts and my teasing nature dissipates, knowing exactly what he means.

He smiles at me, satisfied with my reaction and turns back to the nursery to assess what needs to be done while I'm left standing in the doorway, visions of what he might do to me flooding my mind and he call out to me to break me out of it.

"You gonna help me?" he asks and I clear my throat and shake my head. "On second thought I might actually need that nap you mentioned earlier" I say and he laughs.

"Okay Bun well go lay down and wait for me while I finish this up" he says and when I try to protest he cuts me off. "Bed" he finishes leaving me sighing and doing as he says but by the time he's finished with the project he took on in the nursery I'm already fast asleep.

He smiles and gets in bed, cuddling up next to me and leans down to quickly say a little hello to the baby and to tell them to let Mommy rest for a bit and then settles in behind me, spooning me and holding me close.

These are the moments I live for. Just our little family of three, cuddled up and in perfect harmony. "I love you" he whispers in my ear before he settles down for our very well deserved nap.

"Love you" I mumble having stirred awake a bit. He chuckles and places a kiss on my shoulder before slowing his breath in sync with mine and soon we're both fast asleep, dreaming about our little one.

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I hope that was fluffy enough for you hehe please let me know what you think! 💜

[beom-s-author]

TXT REACTIONS-Hyung line

+ When they call you clingy

Choi Soobin:

Everything was so strange. You had a ton of homework to deal with. You were trying to stay busy with your own life, but you noticed that your boyfriend Soobin was very exhausted when he came back. His under eyes were sunken. You decided to put your work aside and take care of him, but the stress and fatigue had completely exhausted him. He was too unhappy to notice your effort. When he came home, his favorite meal was ready. You covered your living room with blankets, just like you did most nights with him, and turned on a ridiculous love drama from the 80s from the movie. Everything was so classic but you thought this would bring him back to his senses. But you were wrong...

When he comes back to house again, he was unhappy again. He seems exhausted like he always in comeback terms. But you decided to not give up from him. He always did when you are at your worst down. So you gave him an understanding smile. But he didn't respond back like he always did. He didn't hug you or smile back. And this was the last straw.

"What's wrong? You didn't talk with me this week." You asked to him. You were waiting for a respond.

"Can you be a bit welfare? You are so clingy." And yes,he said it. Trying for something is being clingy? And you asked yourself this abput 3 times before shutting the door behind you. You just heard his whisper as 'shit'.

Choi Yeonjun:

You didn't realize how time passed. You were working a pat-time job after school and taking care of your sister's daughter on the weekends. With all this work going on, you didn't realize how much pressure your boyfriend was under. He was coming home and you were sitting across from each other. That day was both yours and his free day. The documentary on the screen that you have been looking at for an hour has finally finished. When you raised your head and looked at him, you realized that he was already staring into space. Then a strange conversation took place.

"Babe..You are looking tired.."

"Yeah..whatever.." he was cold as ice. You gulped. He was never like that.

"Is there any problem? I don't like unhappy Jun."

"Why are you caring this now? You were like a ghost this week and now you are asking this? You have to be clingy,right?" As his words hit, you can feel your eyes are getting teary. Your pupils get wise and you gulped. Your eyelashes are threatining you to drop the tears. But you wiped them immedietaly and go out. He was watching you from distance.

Choi Beomgyu:

Everything was a big mess. You were all over him and asking for his problem. Because he was too distant and cold this times. You were trying to reach him but he was hiding in a big ice cub like he always did. You always broke this ice cub but now it was impossible. He was staring at the void and holding a pen in his hands. He was trying to compose TXT's new song and now he was too depressed with that. You went near of him and grabbed his pen.

"Why are you so desperate to write this? You can do this later honey. Just take a quick break."

"You can't understand me. I am doing a job which is important not like you. You are sitting at your clinic and listening people's words. This is boring and unnecessary." He crossed the line this time. Your job was your dream job. And now he was daubing it now. You looked angry.

"I am also doing a job which is important. And why don't you respect towards to me? I guess we are sensitive about this topic."

"Yes we are. My job is requiring space and relax behaviours not clingy and weird actions as a psychopath has." He crossed the line again and now you weren't tolerating now.

"I am apprehensive about you! You are not talking, eating, even sleeping. How can I be relax about it?" You replied back.

"Do you know what? If you are complainant like this why don't you leave?"

You gulped with his words. You were now sad more than being furious. You go to your room and grab your coat with your purse and phone. You shut the door. He watched you with empty eyes. He couldn't recognize how he hurt you.

[cherrycola27]

The Comeback Kid

Summary: Jake never expected the one he got away to come back to him. He also never expected the reason why.

Pairing: Hangman x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of mental abuse, intimation. Abortion. Illness. Allusions to smut. Minors DNI 18+

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At twenty-one years old, Jake Seresin seemed to have it all. He was the starting quarterback for the UT Longhorns, president of his fraternity, on the Dean's list, and had guaranteed acceptance to the US Navy flight school program after graduation. To top it off, he had the most beautiful and amazing girlfriend. He had you.

Yes, life was good for Jake. Up until about six weeks after the Longhorns won the national championship. You disappeared from his life.

You stopped answering his calls. You had dropped out of school. You had moved out of your apartment. To make matters worse, your parents wouldn't tell him anything.

You had vanished without a trace.

Jake was forced to move on. To let you become a phantom, a skeleton in his closet. The one that got away.

It would be a full decade later before you crossed paths with him again in a sea-side, San Diego bar.

When he first laid eyes on you, he thought you were a ghost, and maybe you were.

You and the sins of his past had come back to haunt him.

At first, he thought he was seeing things. What were the odds that the girl he'd never gotten over had just happened to waltz into his favorite hangout?

He took a few steps closer, weaving through the crowd. The closer he got, there was no denying that green-eyed, dark auburn haired beauty in front of him was you.

Your eyes were scanning the room—looking for someone. Jake hoped that if might be him, but he didn't let himself get to attached to the idea. It had been ten years since he'd seen you.

Your eyes met his, and you moved through the crowd quickly and with purpose.

"Jake." You stated once you met him.

"Hi, Sweetheart." He greeted you. "Long time no see." His voice was still as smooth as honey. Even after a decade, he could make your knees weak.

"Jake, I'm not here to flirt. I have something important to talk to you about. Is there somewhere more—private we could go?" You asked him. You looked around the room and noticed some people watching the two of you.

Jake could tell you were serious. He'd always been so good at reading you. "Follow me." He said. He gently placed his hand on the small of your back and guided you out the rear doors of the bar and down to the sand.

His heart was racing. You'd come here looking for him. Maybe, just maybe, you'd missed him just as much as he had missed you. As soon as the two of you were alone, he was going to tell you everything he'd been holding back.

The two of you stopped at the edge of the water. He turned to you and smiled before opening his mouth.

"Sweetheart, you look amazing. I've —I've missed you. Why—why did you leave me? Why did you cut me off? I tried to find you but your parents wouldn't tell me how to get in touch with you." Jake babbled out the moment the two of you are alone. You could hear the hurt in his voice

You're taken aback by his words. You didn't know he felt this way. But how could you?

"I—I didn't leave by choice, Jake." You tell him.

"Wha—what do you mean?" He looks at you confused.

"You father—he told me I had to leave you alone." You say, dropping your eyes.

"What do you mean?" From the way he was reacting, you knew he had no idea about the threats that George Seresin had made against you all those years ago.

"Do you remember the night you won the national championship?" You ask him.

"Of course I do, Sweetheart." Jake replies.

"Do you remember what we did that night?" You continue.

Jake remembered that night fondly. He'd taken you back to his hotel room, and the two of you celebrated his victory tangled up in his sheets.

"Yes." He paused. You can see the gears turning in his brain, but all the dots aren't connecting.

"Well, the next day, I realized I hadn't taken my birth control. I didn't think anything of it until six weeks later." You say.

"Oh my god." He breathes out just as the gears clicked into place.

"You were pregnant." He states.

"Yeah." You admit. "I was afraid to tell you, and when I talked to my parents, they met with yours. Your father said that a baby would ruin your future. He gave my family ten thousand dollars for me drop out, have an abortion, and never speak to you again." You confess. Your voice is heavy with tears.

"So that's why you left? I thought I did something to make you hate me. I thought you didn't love me." Jake's voice cracks.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. That shouldn't have been my father's choice. I would have been there for you. For the baby. We could have been a family!" Jake shouts. He isn't mad at you, you know that. He's mad at what was taken away from him.

He runs his hands through his hair as he paces back and forth across the sand. You've just dropped the first bomb of the evening on him, and his having a hard time processing. You can see the tears glossing over his eyes

"I didn't get the abortion." You tell him. His head snaps up to look at you.

"You didn't?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper.

My parents and I moved to the east coast, and I had the baby. A boy. His name is DJ." You tell him.

"A boy? A son? I have a son?" Jake can't stop the tears now as he chokes on the words.

"He's nine, and he looks just like you, Jake." You tell him. He's silent for a moment, trying to process everything.

"Can I see a picture?" He asks. He's afraid you'll say no, but you don't. You pull out the phone and show him picture after picture of DJ.

"He's—He's amazing. Can I—why are you just telling me this now?" Jake asks. It's been years since DJ was born, and he wants to know why all of a sudden you've come back.

"DJ, he—he's sick." You are trying not to cry again. Jake's face drops.

There it is. The other life altering news you have for him. Not only does he have a child, but he also has a child who's dying.

"What—what do you mean?" You hear the worry in his tone.

"He has leukemia. He needs a bone marrow transplant. I'm not a match, and neither are my parents." You tell him.

"I came here to find you to ask you to get tested to see if you were a match. I wouldn't ask you if I had any other options. Please, Jake. I can't lose my little boy." You couldn't fight the tears any longer. They stream down your face as you beg him for forgiveness. To not let his resentment of you leaving him be the reason he won't help you.

He doesn't say anything. Wordlessly, he pulls you close, tucking you under his chin like he always did.

You buried your face in his chest and sobbed.

"I'll do anything you need." He whispers as he presses a kiss to your hairline.

He stood there slightly, taking it all in.

His father had paid you to disappear.

You'd had his child. He was a father. He had a son.

His son was sick. You needed his help. How could he deny you?

Jake took a deep breath. The idea of fatherhood had never crossed his mind, but now that it was right here in front of him, he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do to help his son.

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[divinelolita]

TOM X READER: CHEATER

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"God fucking damn it, I knew it!" M/N shouted loudly, his hands going up to grab his hair and tug on it out of anger. He couldn't even look at Tom, he felt like a bubble about to burst. "I didn't do anything!" Tom sneered, his own hands balling into fists at his side as he chewed his bottom lip at an attempt to calm down. It didn't work.

"You didn't do anything?" M/N mimicked, chest rapidly falling and rising with each second. He pulled Tom's phone out of his pocket, where he had originally stored it, and pulled up past messages of Tom and some girl. M/N really had no fucking clue who she was but it was clear Tom knew her very well. He started to scroll through them, hands shaking so hard he could hardly read the messages himself.

Yet M/N could tell that Tom had taking a very strong liking to this girl as he had texted her two times as much a day he had texted M/N. Each message the dreadhead sent was atleast two sentences long, some being quite...explicit.

M/N watched as Toms eyes scanned the phone, mouth agape. His eyes flickered over to the (color) boys face, but instead of his eyes being filled with remorse they were filled with fury and disgust.

"You went through my fucking phone? What the hell!" Tom hollered, yanking the phone out of M/N's grasp. M/N winced slightly, rubbing his fingers over as he stared at Tom in confusion. His boyfriend- ex boyfriend - didn't even apologize. This was so different than the Tom he was used to..it was like Tom's triplet, Thomas, had come along and completely took over Tom's mind.

M/N let out a soft laugh, although he felt anything but humorous. "Of course I did! The way you would immediately hung up on someone whenever I walked in the room? Or how you celebrated Valentine's Day with me on the fucking 15? Damn right I went through it!"

For once, Tom seemed at a loss for words. He would normally have some cocky comeback or joke to add but no, not today. He could only stare at M/N with an expression M/N couldn't quite read. Then, after what seemed like moments of silence, M/N began to speak again.

"Why?" he asked, voice wobbly as tears began to gloss over his eyes. Tom looked frustrated, at the situation or M/N himself, he couldn't tell. Tom, shuffled from foot to foot before taking a deep breath and looking M/N directly in the eye.

"I just..you didn't.." Tom trailed off, his own voice getting wobbly as he tried to find the right words, "..you didn't give me what I needed." he finished coldly, face now showing barley any emotion. M/N wanted to sob, he really had tried his best.

No, no, he did his best. He spent so much time with Tom, going out to eat, to picnics, to the arcade, to the concerts.. Hell, he'd given everything to this fucker! Who was he to tell him he didn't do enough?

"Didn't give you what you needed.." M/N repeated quietly to himself, humming to try to keep himself from crying. He was about to speak before Tom spoke first, "I needed love..we haven't..we haven't done anything in months! No sex, no nothing! Fuck, not even a handjob! I'm a normal man, M/N! I wanted love! "

"And I wanted loyalty!" M/N shot back, tears now silently streaming down his cheeks. He sniffled, a hand going to wipe them away. He heard Tom sigh loudly, but he couldn't force himself to make eye contact. "Look, honey, why don't we just sit down and talk about it, yeah?" Tom cooed sweetly, a whole new personality had wiped over him. Thomas was gone, Tom was back.

When M/N didn't respond, it was obvious that Tom had gotten a little nervous and aggravated. "M/N? Babe? Let's go talk.." he tried again, a hand reaching out to hold him and-

"No." M/N said quickly, swatting Tom's hand away as he took a step back. Tom's eyes narrowed, but he retracted his hand and stood still. "No? What do you want me to do M/N? I'm trying so hard to understand-"

"I want you to leave my house." M/N murmured, just above a whisper.

And so Tom did.

[from-memphis-with-love]

Songbird - Chapter 6 - Nobody's Fool

Summary: In the aftermath of Elvis' last day in his 1969 Vegas residency, Valerie and Elvis get caught in a compromising position. A decision is made, and a plan is formulated. Late at night, Valerie and Elvis almost cross the point of no return.

There are moments when one wakes up, and everything seems okay. That blessed space between sleep and memory, before the brain catches up with your body? 

I had about three seconds of that peace before I opened my eyes and saw Elvis' jacket draped over my chair like a question mark.

The gin-stained dress I'd fallen asleep in clung to me like shame. My mouth tasted like I'd been gargling with Dean Martin's martini shaker. And somewhere in the building's guts, that damn dove was cooing its morning commentary.

The Colonel's note lay where I'd dropped it last night: "Meeting tomorrow, 2 PM sharp. Re: Memphis arrangements."

I looked at the clock. 1:07.

"Well, shit."

The phone rang before I could make it to the shower. For a moment, I considered letting it ring. But in Vegas, you learn quick that ignored calls have a way of turning into bigger problems.

"Hello?"

"Val? Thank God." my best friend’s voice carried all the manic energy of a Chicago morning. "I've been trying to reach you for hours! Have you seen the papers?"

I hadn't. Didn't want to.

"Listen, Dee, I can't really talk right now. I have a meeting—"

"About Memphis?"

The question hit like a slap. I sank onto the bed, still wearing last night's mistakes.

"How did you..."

"There's a blind item in the Tribune. 'Which Chicago music teacher has caught the King's eye? Sources say she's trading the Windy City for Graceland...'" Deena paused. "Val? Please tell me this isn't what I think it is."

I practically felt whiplash from how fast the news got out. Through the wall, I could hear the Memphis Mafia stirring - boots on carpet, voices carrying through the International's expensive but thin walls. Red's laugh. Jerry's drawl. The sound of Elvis' world waking up.

"It's exactly what you think it is," I said finally. "And it's going to come out now anyway. His manager’s already planning how to 'handle' it."

The silence on the other end stretched like taffy.

"Holy shit," Deena whispered finally. "Holy actual shit. You and Elvis Presley? All this time? The mystery man you wouldn't tell me about... that was Elvis fucking Presley?"

"Dee—"

"But he's married! To that gorgeous wife who was in all the photos last night, kissing him like—" She stopped. "Oh honey. Those photos. Did you... were you there?"

The memory of that kiss, perfectly timed for the cameras, hit fresh. Elvis's hand on Priscilla's waist. The crowd's approving applause. Ann-Margret's knowing look.

"When I told you to ride that stallion till you break the saddle, I didn't mean steal someone else's horse!" Deena's voice cracked between humor and horror. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Elvis. Actually Elvis."

"I have to go," I said. "Meeting in, like, five minutes. Call me later." I lied. 

"Val, wait—"

I hung up. Stood there for a moment, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Last night's mascara made me look like a raccoon who'd lost a bar fight.

Time to face the music. Or in this case, the Colonel.

*

The Colonel's suite was a shrine to his greatest creation. Elvis stared down at me from every wall - movie posters, concert bills, gold records, photographs spanning from that first Sun Records publicity shot to last night's show. Young Elvis, GI Elvis, Hollywood Elvis, Comeback Elvis, Vegas Elvis. A hundred different versions of the same man, watching our little drama play out beneath their frozen gazes.

The irony wasn't lost on me. We were here to talk about Elvis, but the only Elvis present was made of paper and celluloid.

Red and Sonny flanked the door like bookends. Jerry lounged against a wall between "Love Me Tender" and "Blue Hawaii" posters, trying to look casual and failing. The Colonel himself sat behind a desk (flown in specially) that had probably witnessed a thousand deals, smoking a cigar that put out enough smoke to rival a carnival cotton candy machine.

"Ah, Miss Pedretti." The Colonel's eyes twitched with what might have been amusement. Or annoyance. "Right on time. Coffee?"

"No, thank you." I remained standing, though there was an empty chair positioned precisely in front of his desk - red velvet with gold tassels. The power play was obvious - him elevated, me lower. I wasn't playing. Behind him, a young Elvis smiled down at me. From the very early days. Had there been a girl standing in my spot that day too? Someone else who thought she was different, special?

“Suit yourself." The Colonel gestured at a stack of newspapers spread across his desk, right beneath a photo of Elvis signing his first RCA contract. His mom and dad were in the photo. Her eyes were sad. My eyes were sad looking at her. "I assume you've seen the morning editions?"

I hadn't, but I could see the headlines from where I stood. ELVIS ENDS VEGAS RUN WITH A KISS. KING AND QUEEN OF ROCK REUNITED. And smaller, in the gossip columns: MYSTERY WOMAN IN ELVIS' INNER CIRCLE?

"The paper’s been particularly... creative with their speculation," the Colonel continued. "Something about a Chicago singer-slash-music teacher?"

A distant coo echoed through the ventilation system. Even Tom's dove was eavesdropping.

"Now," the Colonel leaned forward, his head briefly blocking out Army Elvis's crisp salute in the frame behind him, "we need to discuss how we're going to handle your transition to Memphis. I've taken the liberty of arranging—"

"Where’s Elvis?"

The question landed like a grenade in church. Jerry straightened slightly. Red and Sonny suddenly found the ceiling fascinating - specifically, the spot where a massive photograph showed Elvis and the Colonel shaking hands on that first Vegas contract.

"Mr. Presley is... indisposed." The Colonel's voice could have frosted glass. "Mrs. Presley's flight leaves shortly, and certain... appearances must be maintained."

Of course. The real Elvis was playing the devoted husband one last time, seeing Priscilla off. Probably at this very moment they were posing for photographers at the airport, adding one more perfect image to the collection.

I looked at movie star Elvis smoldering down at me from the "Viva Las Vegas" poster. Had Ann-Margret stood in a room like this too? Had the Colonel tried to manage her the same way?

"As I was saying," the Colonel continued, "I've arranged for a house—"

"No."

His eyebrows climbed toward what was left of his hairline. "I beg your pardon?"

"No thank you?"

The silence that followed could have choked a carnival strongman. A hundred Elvises watched the standoff - jumpsuit Elvis, leather Elvis, clean-cut Elvis, rebel Elvis. All of them waiting to see what happened when someone said no to the Colonel.

"Miss Pedretti." He said it like he was explaining physics to a child. "Perhaps you don't understand how things work in Memphis. Mr. Presley's... companions require certain... accommodations."

"I'm not his companion." The words came out harder than I meant them. "I'm not his anything. I'm just going to Memphis."

The Colonel's laugh had all the warmth of a snake's belly. "My dear girl, nobody 'just' goes to Memphis. Not in Elvis' world." He pushed a folder across the desk, right past a framed photo of Elvis handing him a gold watch. "Now, I've had my people draw up some papers. Simple things - non-disclosure agreements, property arrangements, a modest monthly allow—"

"No." I didn't touch the folder. "I don't want your house or your money or your papers."

"Then what exactly do you want?"

The question hung in the air like smoke. What did I want? Elvis, obviously. But which one? I looked around the room at all his faces. Which one was real? The one who sang hymns with me? The one who kissed his wife for the cameras? The one who...

A knock at the door saved me from answering. Joe stuck his head in, looking harried.

"Colonel? Sorry to interrupt, but we got a situation. Seems Dean Martin's passed out in the fountain again, and he's telling everyone who'll listen about Elvis and the towel incident..."

The Colonel's face went through several interesting color changes. "Christ on a cracker. Red, Sonny - go handle that. Jerry, get the car ready. Mrs. Presley can't be late for her flight." He turned back to me. "This conversation isn't over, Miss Pedretti."

"Yes," I said quietly. "It is."

I walked out before he could respond, passing under the watchful eyes of a dozen paper Elvises. Behind me, I heard Jerry whistle low.

"Girl's got stones," he murmured to someone.

"Girl's got a death wish," came the response.

Maybe they were both right. I glanced back one last time as the door closed. The Colonel sat fuming beneath his gallery of conquests - every image a reminder of his control over Elvis's destiny.

But I wasn't going to be just another picture on his wall.

*

I found Elvis in his suite, standing at the window in an emerald green suit that hung perfectly on his tall, lithe frame. He was watching something in the distance - maybe the desert, maybe nothing. The real thing was somehow both more and less than all those images in the Colonel's room.

Our reflections caught in the window glass - him in that perfect suit, me still wearing yesterday's mascara and this morning's doubts. Despite myself, I let my eyes linger on the picture we made together. We looked good, in a way that had nothing to do with staging or the Colonel's careful arrangements. Where Priscilla was all porcelain perfection and carefully coiffed hair, I was warmer, earthier. My olive skin glowed next to Elvis's golden tan. My long dark hair fell in natural waves, untamed by hairspray and hot rollers. Where Priscilla's baby doll lips seemed perpetually pursed in careful consideration, my wider mouth was made for laughter, for singing, for other things I tried not to think about.

Different kinds of beautiful, maybe. But standing there next to Elvis, I couldn't help but notice how well we fit.

The sound of my heels on the carpet made him turn. His eyes were hidden behind blue-tinted glasses. 

"Heard you had a meeting with the Colonel," he said softly.

"Gee. Word travels fast ‘round here."

His laugh was hollow. "Everything travels fast here. Except time." He glanced at his watch. "Speaking of which..."

"You have to take her to the airport."

"Back to Memphis," he nodded. "At least for now. She'll head back to California soon enough." Something flickered across his face - relief? Regret? "Just needs to..." He trailed off.

"Needs to what?"

"Settle some things. At Graceland." His voice was carefully neutral, but I caught the implication. Priscilla would be there, in Memphis, when I arrived. On her turf. Or what used to be her turf.

"The Colonel had some interesting ideas about my living arrangements," I said, watching our reflections shift as Elvis moved closer.

His jaw tightened. "I told him to leave that alone."

"Did you really think he would?"

"No." He stepped behind me, his hands hovering near my shoulders but not quite touching. In the glass, we looked like a photograph waiting to be taken - the kind the Colonel would never allow. "But I hoped. Kind of like I hope you didn’t mean what you said. About finding your own place."

"I did."

"Even though I really want you to stay with me?"

"Even though."

In the window's reflection, I watched him study the contrast of us - his emerald suit against my rumpled red dress, his calculated (and rare) stillness against my untamed energy. When Priscilla stood next to him, they looked like matching dolls in a shop window. But this... we looked the part of the real couple. With real differences.

He nodded slowly. "You know what she said to me last night? After all the cameras were gone?"

I waited, watching his reflection's lips form the words.

"Said I better not turn you into another version of her." He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Like I would even want that." His hands finally landed on my shoulders, warm through the thin fabric. "Look at you. Telling the Colonel no. Standing here looking like... like..."

"Like what?"

"Like the answer to my prayers."

I turned to face him then, breaking the spell of our reflection. Without the glass between us, he was more real, more dangerous. His hands slid down my arms, leaving heat in their wake.

"Elvis—"

A knock at the door made us both jump. Jerry's voice carried through: "Boss? Car's ready."

"Be right there." Elvis' hands tightened briefly on my arms before letting go. When he finally faced me, his eyes were tired behind those blue-tinted glasses. Human. "I have to..."

"I know."

He crossed the space between us in one fluid movement, caught my face between his hands. For a moment, I thought he might kiss me. Instead, he pressed his forehead to mine. He smelled of mint and promises.

"Wait for me?" he whispered. "I'll be back after..."

"After you play the dutiful husband one last time?"

His hands tightened slightly. "That ain’t fair."

"None of this is fair." 

I could be detached. I could deal with the casual dalliances and the pills, as long as it didn’t get out of hand. But Priscilla’s presence somehow still made my stomach queasy. I think it was the title. Wife had a certain ring to it. A certain authority, an outward declaration. I wanted that role. 

"No." He pulled back, slipped his glasses into place. Just like that, he was Elvis Presley again. "But it's what we've got."

The door opened and Red stuck his head in. "Boss? Mrs. Presley's ready."

Elvis straightened his jacket, checked his reflection one last time. Perfect again. Camera-ready. But just before he turned away, I caught him looking at our reflection once more - that impossible, imperfect picture of what could be.

"See you when I get back?" he asked.

I thought about all those images in the Colonel's room. All those different versions of Elvis, frozen in time. Which one would come back to me?

"Yeah," I said. "I'll be here."

He paused at the door, looking back. For a second, I could see him wanting to say something more. Then Jerry appeared with a reminder about airport traffic, and the moment was gone.

I watched from the window as they loaded into the waiting cars - Elvis in the lead car with Priscilla, the Memphis Mafia spread through the others like an honor guard. Even from so many floors up, I could see the photographers waiting. One last photo op of the perfect couple before reality set in.

*

I stayed at the window long after the cars disappeared, watching Vegas shimmer in the morning heat. Behind me, Elvis's suite felt different without him in it - bigger, emptier, more obviously a stage set than a home. His books were still scattered around, they hadn’t been packed up yet. A half-empty glass of water sat on the bedside table, aspirin dissolving forgotten at the bottom.

The phone rang, making me jump. Probably the Colonel, ready for round two.

But it was Lamar's voice that came through the line. "Valerie? You might want to come down to the lobby."

"Why?"

"Press got wind of something. They're asking about a Chicago music teacher."

My stomach dropped. "How many?"

"Enough." He paused. "Bring sunglasses. And maybe a scarf."

The lobby had transformed into a circus since I'd passed through it earlier. Photographers clustered around the entrance like hungry wolves, their cameras ready. Someone had leaked something. It didn't matter now.

What mattered was protecting Elvis.

I thought about Ann-Margret, about how she'd lost him partly because she'd talked to the press. About how fiercely he guarded his private world, even while living in the spotlight. About how trust, once broken, never quite mended the same way.

The Colonel stood near the reception desk, watching me with calculating eyes. For once, we wanted the same thing - to control this story. Just for very different reasons.

"Miss Pedretti." His voice carried across the lobby. "A word?"

Every head turned. I felt the cameras swivel, seeking their new target. Someone whispered "That's her." Another voice: "The teacher." A third: “I heard she’s a bar singer.”

I touched the scarf at my throat - one of Elvis's, smelling faintly of his cologne. Beneath it, my pulse hammered against my neck.

I had two choices: run back to the elevator, or face this head-on. But there was really only one choice. Because whatever happened next, I wouldn't be the one to betray Elvis's trust.

I dropped the scarf and sunglasses in my purse - hiding would only make it worse - and walked through the lobby like I had every right to be there. Like I was exactly what I'd tell them I was: a music teacher and a studio session musician (okay, so I stretched the truth a little) who'd found herself in an extraordinary situation, nothing more.

The cameras went crazy, questions flying like bullets: "Miss Pedretti, what's your relationship with Elvis?" 

"Are you moving to Memphis?" 

"What about Mrs. Presley?"

I stopped, turned, met their hungry gazes with a calm I didn't feel. When I spoke, my voice was steady.

"Mr. Presley has been very kind to a fellow musician. We share an interest in rhythm and blues. And gospel." A truth, if not the whole truth. "Beyond that, I don't discuss my friendships. If you have questions about Mr. Presley, I suggest you speak to his management."

The Colonel's eyebrows rose slightly - surprise? approval? - as I walked past him toward the exit. The cameras kept firing, but I didn't stop again.

I'd protected what mattered. Everything else was just noise.

*

A short while later, the Colonel caught up with me at the elevator on my walk back from lunch. "Interesting performance this afternoon."

"Not a performance."

"No?" His mustache twitched. "Could've fooled me. Very neat, very clean. 'Fellow musician.' 'Gospel music.' Almost like you'd rehearsed it."

The elevator doors opened. I stepped in, but he caught the door before it could close.

"Maybe," he said slowly, "we got off on the wrong foot this morning."

"Maybe."

"A girl who knows how to handle the press... that's valuable." He studied me with new interest. "Very valuable. Perhaps we could discuss those arrangements again—"

"No." But I softened it with a small smile. "Though I do appreciate the offer, Mr. Parker."

The doors started to close. This time he let them.

Back in my room, the phone was ringing again. Deena, probably, having had time to stew on it all. But when I picked up, it was Jerry.

"Boss wanted you to know he saw what you did down there earlier. Says to tell you..." 

Word traveled fast in this crew. I filed that bit of information away for later use. 

He paused, and could hear him smiling somehow. He was choosing his words carefully, aware of who might be listening. "Says you did good."

My throat tightened. "He's still at the airport?"

"On his way back, I think. Photographers were everywhere, of course." Jerry's voice dropped lower. "Listen, about Memphis..." I heard other voices behind him. “Listen, I’ll call you back.”

*

Lamar materialized at my door. "Boss is here. Wants you to meet him out back. Service entrance. Less cameras."

Less cameras, but not no cameras. There were always cameras now.

I found Elvis leaning against his Cadillac in the service alley, still in that perfect green suit but somehow looking more rumpled. His glasses were off, and his eyes were red-rimmed. The pills had worn off again. I made a mental note to watch his use a little more carefully. Just in case.

"Hey," he said softly.

"How was the airport?"

"Like a damn circus." He rubbed his face. "We played it perfect, of course. Always do. All smiles and waves, right up until she got on that plane." He paused. "Heard you had your own circus down here."

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

"Yeah." Something flickered in his expression. "Jerry told me what you said. About the gospel music."

"It's true, isn't it? We do share an interest."

"That all we share?"

The question hung between us like smoke. I thought about all those photographers, hungry for any hint of scandal. About the Colonel's calculating eyes. About Priscilla, perfect to the last moment.

"That's all they need to know," I said finally.

He studied me for a long moment, then pushed off from the car. In two strides he was there, his hands framing my face like he had in the suite. But this time he didn't stop.

The kiss was different than any we'd shared before - desperate, almost angry. Like he was trying to prove something. To me, to himself, to the whole damn world. His hands slid into my hair, messing it up.

When he pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

"Inside," he muttered. "Now."

But before we could move, a flash went off at the end of the alley.

"Shit." Elvis turned, putting himself between me and the photographer. "Red! Sonny!"

The Memphis Mafia materialized from nowhere, intercepting the photographer who was already running. But we all knew it was too late.

Elvis's hands were shaking worse now. "Val, I—"

"Don't." I straightened my hair, tried to calm my racing heart. "We knew this would happen eventually."

"The Colonel's gonna—"

"Let me handle the Colonel."

He laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "Handle the Colonel? Baby, nobody handles the Colonel."

"I dunno.” I giggled like I knew something Elvis didn’t. “I kinda think he’s starting to like me.”

Another flash, this one from a different angle. Elvis swore under his breath.

"Get inside," he said. "I'll deal with this."

"Elvis—"

"Please." His voice cracked slightly. "Just... let me fix this. I can fix this."

But as I watched him stride toward the gathering photographers, all controlled power and perfect posture again, I wondered which version of "fixed" we were about to get.

*

Back in the hotel, everything moved fast. The Memphis Mafia scattered like pool balls after a break, each man with his own mission. Jerry was on the phone with newspapers, his voice smooth as silk: "No comment at this time." Red had the photographer's camera - though we all knew there had to be more photos out there. Lamar was coordinating with hotel security to lock down the service entrances. Sonny and Marty were watching the elevators on our floor.

And somewhere, the Colonel was planning.

I made it to the elevator before he found me.

"Inside." He didn't wait for my response, just steered me into the car with surprising strength for a man his age. The doors closed on us, and he hit the button for his floor.

"Mr. Parker—"

"Not one word." His voice was deadly quiet. "Not until we're in my office." So much for him starting to like me. 

The elevator seemed to crawl. Somewhere above us, that damn dove cooed - even it knew we were in trouble.

His office felt different now. All those Elvis images on the walls weren't just pictures anymore - they were warnings. See what I built? See what I can destroy?

"Sit."

This time, I sat.

"Now then." He lit a cigar with deliberate calm. "Let's discuss what happens next."

"Nothing happens next. It was just a kiss."

His laugh could have stripped paint. "Just a kiss? With a married man? In broad daylight? After you so carefully told those reporters you were 'just friends'?" He blew a perfect smoke ring. "No, my dear. This is what happens next: You're going to take a generous settlement and disappear. Back to Chicago, preferably. We'll spin it as a brief friendship, nothing more. Elvis was being kind to a fellow musician, just like you said. End of story."

"No." 

"No?" His eyebrows climbed. "Perhaps you didn't understand. This isn't a negotiation."

"You're right." I met his gaze. "It's not. Because there's nothing to negotiate. I’m not disappearing unless—"

"Then let me be clearer." He leaned forward. "Elvis Presley is more than a man. He's an industry. An empire. And that empire is built on certain... understandings. With his public. With his wife."

"His wife who lives in California?"

His mustache twitched. "A temporary arrangement."

"Like I'm supposed to be? Another 'temporary arrangement'?"

"Now you're beginning to understand."

“I’ll only go away if Elvis wants me to. I’d like to hear it from him, please.”

As if on cue, the phone on his desk rang. He answered it, listened, then held it out to me.

"For you. It's Elvis." His smile hadn't wavered. "He's going to tell you he's fixed everything. That there's a plan. A story we're going to tell." He paused. "The question is: are you going to play along?"

I took the phone, my hand steady despite everything.

"Elvis?"

"Baby, listen..." His voice was tight. "I know what to do. But you're not going to like it."

Behind his desk, the Colonel watched me like a snake watching a mouse. Some choices, I was learning, weren't really choices at all. But how you played them - that was everything.

"The story's simple," Elvis said, his voice tight with something between exhaustion and resignation. "You're my new backup singer. Been rehearsing in secret. That's why you're coming to Memphis. Professional opportunity, nothing more."

​​I watched the Colonel's satisfied smile grow behind his cigar smoke. Of course this was his idea - neat, clean, controllable. A story that would explain everything while revealing nothing.

"The kiss..." Elvis continued.

"Was gratitude," I finished, seeing the shape of it. "Excitement over the opportunity. A momentary celebration caught at an unfortunate angle."

"Yeah." He sounded tired. So tired. "Colonel's already got the contracts drawn up. Real ones, not just for show. You'll actually have to..."

"Sing backup?" I almost laughed. "Elvis, I've been singing my whole life."

"Yeah, but this is different. This is..."

"Playing a part?"

The silence on the line spoke volumes.

"It's a good solution," the Colonel cut in, clearly having heard every word on his extension. "Clean. Professional. Gives you a legitimate reason to be in Memphis, access to Graceland for rehearsals, everything you want. Just with... proper boundaries."

Proper boundaries. Right. Like the ones he'd established for all those other girls, the ones whose pictures didn't make it onto his wall of fame.

"There's one condition," Elvis said suddenly. "My condition, not the Colonel's."

I waited.

"You keep your own place. Like you wanted. No arrangements, no settlements. You do this as a professional, not as..."

Not as what? His mistress? His kept woman? Another Ann-Margret who got too close to the sun?

"Okay," I said.

The Colonel's eyebrows rose slightly. He'd expected more fight, more negotiation. But he didn't understand - I wasn't negotiating. I was playing chess.

"Just like that?" Elvis sounded surprised too.

"Just like that." I kept my voice level, professional. "When do we start rehearsals?"

What followed was a blur of activity. Contracts appeared as if by magic - the Colonel had probably had them ready since that first elevator ride. Throughout it all, I signed where I was told, smiled when expected, played the part of the grateful unknown singer getting her big break. 

Statements were prepared for the press. A schedule materialized for rehearsals, appearances, recordings. Something flickered in the old man’s eyes - recognition, maybe. Of what, I wasn't sure yet. 

It was late afternoon by the time everything was "handled." The photos from the alley had mysteriously vanished, though we all knew copies existed somewhere. The press had their official story. Even that damn dove seemed to have finally found somewhere else to roost.

"Perhaps," the Colonel said softly, "I underestimated you."

I smiled and headed back to my room.

*

Packing shouldn't have been hard. I hadn't brought much to Vegas in the first place. But somehow my belongings had multiplied, scattered across the suite like evidence of a life I hadn't planned on living.

"You'll want to pack light," Jerry said from the doorway. He'd appeared with coffee and what he called "Memphis wisdom," though I suspected he just didn't want me to be alone after the alley incident. "Graceland's got its own weather system. Nothing you bring is gonna make sense there anyway."

"Helpful, Jer. Real helpful." I held up two dresses - one Elvis had sent up last week, one I'd brought from Chicago. The difference in quality was almost embarrassing.

"Take both," he advised. "You'll need the fancy one for show, the real one to feel like yourself." He paused. "That's the trick, you know. For when everything else gets crazy."

I folded both dresses carefully, thinking about Elvis's books scattered across my bed, their margins filled with his handwritten notes. Questions, observations, searches for meaning in scientific formulas and ancient wisdom. I'd been packing them when Jerry arrived.

"Speaking of crazy," Red's voice came from the hall, "wait'll you meet the Memphis ladies." He joined Jerry in the doorway, looking oddly formal. "Got a whole briefing prepared for you about that."

"A briefing?"

"Those women are sharks in southern belle clothing," he said seriously. "Especially the ones who've had their eye on Elvis since high school. They're gonna hate you on principle."

"Thanks for the pep talk, Red."

"Just trying to prepare you." But his eyes were kind. "Though something tells me you can handle them just fine."

I picked up Elvis's jacket from the chair - the one I'd been wearing this morning when everything changed. His cologne still clung to it faintly, mixing with the gin stains from last night's party. Had that really been less than 24 hours ago?

"Leave the jacket," Jerry said quietly. "Trust me on that one."

Before I could respond, Lamar appeared behind Red and Jerry, making the doorway look like a Memphis Mafia convention.

"Y'all telling stories about Memphis?" He squeezed past them into the room. "Let me tell you about Elvis's first day at Graceland. There he is, king of the world, right? And he can't figure out how to work the dang intercom system. Kept accidentally broadcasting everything to the whole house. And I mean everything." He winked. "Including some very private conversations with very private guests, if you know what I mean."

"Lamar," Jerry warned.

"What? She should know what she's getting into! Place is like a funhouse sometimes. Secret passages, hidden doors, two-way windows - Elvis had them put in during renovations. Says it's for security, but really he just likes playing hide and seek."

I tried to picture it - Elvis Presley, the king of rock and roll, playing hide and seek in his mansion. What would he need a two-way window for? Yet, somehow it wasn't hard to imagine at all.

The phone rang, making us all jump. The Memphis Mafia exchanged glances.

"That'll be your pal again," Jerry said. "She's called four times."

I stared at the phone. "How do you know?"

"We know everything, honey." Red smiled. "Part of the job."

I picked up the receiver. Sure enough: "Val? Finally! I've been trying to call you back all day!"

The Memphis Mafia made themselves scarce, but not before Jerry mouthed "be careful" and tapped his ear - reminding me that in Vegas, walls had ears and phones had extensions.

"Dee." I cut her off, gentle but firm. "I need you to listen very carefully. Can you do that?"

A pause. Then, quieter: "Yeah."

"I can't tell you everything. Not yet. But I need you to trust me when I say that what's in those papers... it's not the whole story. And I need you to not tell anyone anything beyond what's already out there. Can you do that for me?"

The silence stretched so long I thought we'd been disconnected. Finally: "This is really serious, isn't it?"

"Yeah." I twisted the phone cord around my finger. "It really is."

"But you're okay? You're being careful?"

I thought about the Colonel's offer, about Elvis's message through Jerry, about all the delicate threads I was trying to navigate.

"I'm trying to be."

"Val, a backup singer? Really? That's the story they're going with?"

I started folding a sweater, phone cradled against my shoulder. "That's the truth they're going with."

She caught the emphasis. "Oh. Oh." A pause. "So we're not talking about the real truth yet?"

"Not yet."

Another pause. Then: "Okay. But Valerie?"

"Yeah?"

"When you can tell me... when it's safe... you'll tell me everything?"

"Everything I can," I promised. "Just... not yet."

After I hung up, I found Elvis's books again. Opening one at random, I found a passage underlined: "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." In the margin, his handwriting asked: "But what if you're living multiple truths?"

*

A knock at the door made me look up. Elvis stood there, looking somehow both perfect and wrecked. His hair was immaculate but his eyes were tired behind his glasses.

"Hey," he said softly. He took in the scene - the half-packed suitcases, the scattered books, his jacket still draped over the chair.

"Need help packing?"

"I’m almost done. Just trying to figure out what belongs in Memphis and what should stay in Vegas."

He understood the real question. Moving into the room, he picked up one of his books. "Take ‘em all," he said. "We can read them together at Graceland. When things are... quiet."

"Does it get quiet there?"

"Sometimes. Late at night, or early morning. When everyone else is asleep." He sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb my packing. "It's different than here. Better in some ways, harder in others."

"Because of Priscilla?"

"Because of everything." He rubbed his face. "You know she redecorated the whole place when we got married? Made it exactly what she thought it should be."

"Nothing wrong with that, Elvis. That’s what women do." I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah but now it's like living in a museum sometimes. Even the air feels..." He trailed off.

"Curated?"

"Yeah." He looked at me then, really looked at me. "That's what I love about you, you know? You always find the right words."

"That why you kissed me? In the alley?"

His hands tightened on the book he was holding. "I kissed you because I couldn't not kiss you anymore."

The air between us felt electric, dangerous.

"Baby—"

"I know." He stood up abruptly. "I know we can't. Not now. Not with everything..." He gestured vaguely. "But in Memphis. When things settle… God, Valley Cat, I can’t wait to…”

A knock at the door interrupted whatever he might have said next. Joe stuck his head in.

"Boss? Car's ready whenever you are. And the Colonel wants—"

"Tell the Colonel I'll be there when I'm there." For once, Elvis's voice held an edge of real authority. I liked it.

Joe disappeared. Elvis turned back to me.

"I have to go. More appearances, more pictures, more..." He shrugged. "You know."

"I know."

He moved to the door, then stopped. "The backup singer story... I'm sorry about that. I know it's not what you wanted."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. But it's what we've got." He smiled slightly. "For now."

After he left, I continued packing. The books went in first - all of them, even the ones I hadn't read yet. Then the dresses, both fancy and plain. But the jacket... Jerry was right. The jacket stayed behind.

The sun was setting over Vegas, painting the desert in shades of pink and gold. From my window, I could see photographers still lingering near the hotel entrance. Four weeks ago, I'd stood at this same window, watching Elvis's world from the outside. Now I was part of it, for better or worse.

A familiar coo made me look up. That damn dove was perched on my windowsill, looking remarkably pleased with itself.

"You're not coming to Memphis," I told it firmly.

It just cooed again, like it knew something I didn't.

Maybe it did.

*

I was deep in dreamless sleep when the knock came. So faint I almost missed it. For a moment I thought it was part of the dream, until it came again. Soft, uncertain, not like Elvis's usual confident rap.

When I opened the door, he was leaning against the frame, pajama shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes unfocused behind his glasses. His hair, usually perfect, fell across his forehead in a way that made him look impossibly young.

"Hey songbird," he slurred slightly. "Can I... can I come in?"

I hesitated. I'd never seen him this far gone before.

He swayed a little, caught himself. "Please?" His voice cracked on the word. "Just need... need somewhere quiet. Need you."

Something in my chest twisted at the naked vulnerability in his voice. I stepped aside to let him in. He made it three steps before stumbling. I caught him, guided him to the nearest chair.

"Everything's spinning," he mumbled, letting his head fall back. "Doctor Nick gave me something new. Said it would help with the... with the..." He gestured vaguely at his head. "But it's not... I can't..."

"Shh," I smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "It's okay."

"No." He caught my hand, pressed it to his cheek. "Not okay."

He pulled me down onto his lap, hands clumsy but insistent as they found the zipper of my nightgown. "Need you," he mumbled against my neck. "Been needing you so long..."

For a moment, I let myself feel it - the weight of him, the heat of his mouth, everything I'd been dreaming about since that first elevator ride. But his hands were shaking so badly he couldn't manage the zipper. His words slurred together as he tried to kiss me and missed.

"Not like this," I said softly, catching his hands. "Not when you're not yourself."

"But I am myself," he insisted, eyes struggling to focus. "Love you. I love you."

My heart stopped. "Elvis, you're not—"

"No." He pressed his forehead to mine, suddenly intense. "This is right. I love you. Been trying not to but I do."

His voice broke on the last word and suddenly he was crying - silent tears sliding down his perfect face. Without thinking, I gathered him to me, cradling his head against my chest. He curled into me like a child, all that powerful frame somehow becoming small and lost.

"It's okay," I whispered, rocking him slowly. "I've got you."

I held him like that for what felt like hours, studying his face in the dim light. The thick fan of his lashes wet with tears. The vulnerable curve of his mouth. The slight tremor in his jaw that betrayed how hard he was fighting for control.

Something shifted in my chest - a fierce protectiveness mixing with a love so deep it almost scared me. I wanted to be needed by him. Wanted to be the one who could hold him like this, who could see him at his most vulnerable and love him more for it, not less.

"M'sorry," he mumbled eventually. "Didn't mean to... to fall apart like that."

"Don't be sorry." I wiped his cheeks gently. "Ever."

He caught my hand, pressed a clumsy kiss to my palm. "Still coming to Memphis? Even after seeing me like this?"

"Especially after seeing you like this."

We made our slow way to his suite, him leaning heavily on my shoulder. The halls were empty - the Memphis Mafia mysteriously absent. Maybe they knew to give him this privacy. This moment of absolute vulnerability.

At his door, he turned to me. For a second, his eyes cleared.

"Meant it," he said softly. "About loving you."

"I know." I touched his cheek. "But tell me again tomorrow when you're you."

"Promise you'll still be here tomorrow?"

"Promise."

I waited until his door closed before letting out the breath I'd been holding. The empty hallway suddenly felt very long, very quiet. We'd have to talk about the pills eventually. About limits and boundaries and all the things that could go wrong. But not tonight.

Tonight, I just wanted to remember the weight of him in my arms. The trust it took for him to let me see him like this. The way my heart had cracked and mended and grown when he'd said he loved me, even through the chemical haze.

Because somewhere between that first elevator ride and this moment, between Vegas glamour and raw need, I'd fallen completely, irrevocably in love with him. Not Elvis Presley the star, but this complicated, brilliant, troubled man who read numerology and cried in my arms and trusted me to get him home safe.

I wasn't going anywhere.

*

Morning came too soon. The hotel staff who'd barely noticed me four weeks ago now watched my every move, their eyes following me with a mix of curiosity and calculation. The maids whispered in corners. The bellhops suddenly knew my name. Even the woman who'd cleaned my room every day, Marie, looked at me differently as she helped pack my final items.

"You take care," she said softly, folding my last dress. "It's not like Vegas there."

The front desk clerk who'd checked me in that first day - Brenda, still blizzard-cold - handed me my final bill with a knowing smile. "So. Backup singer?"

I just smiled, remembering how she'd dismissed me a month ago. How I'd been nobody then - just another hopeful in a city full of them. Now I was somebody. Or at least, I was somebody's somebody.

Elvis had left earlier, his departure orchestrated by the Colonel down to the last detail. Priscilla was already in Memphis, preparing Graceland. I would fly commercial, arrive hours after them. Keep up appearances. Play the part.

I wasn't to go near Graceland, not yet. Not while Priscilla was there. The Colonel had made that crystal clear - I was to find an apartment far away from Graceland until... until what? Until Priscilla left? Until some arbitrary waiting period passed? Until the scandal died down? I felt caught in limbo, neither here nor there.

My stomach churned with guilt as I thought about her. How must she feel, knowing her husband's... what was I exactly? Mistress seemed too tawdry, girlfriend too simple for whatever this complex thing between Elvis and me was becoming. But whatever I was, I was coming to her town, into her world. Sure, Elvis swore their marriage was over, that she had her own life in California now. But she was still his wife. Still the woman whose home I was effectively invading, even if I wouldn't be living under her roof.

My cheeks burned with shame. Part of me wanted to do right by her - maybe even eventually talk to her, explain... what? That I loved her husband? That I couldn't help myself? That I believed him when he said they were done?

But another part of me bristled at feeling guilty at all. If they really were separated, if she really was building a new life in California, why shouldn't I be with Elvis? Why shouldn't I take this chance with him?

I made a mental note to find out the truth about their marriage - not from Elvis, whose view was complicated by pills and promises, but from someone who would know. Maybe Jerry. Maybe Red. Someone who could tell me if divorce was really on the horizon or if I was just another chapter in Elvis' story of extramarital adventures.

The press lingered outside despite the early hour, their cameras ready. I spotted the one who'd caught us in the alley - he had the decency to look slightly ashamed when our eyes met.

Red appeared at my elbow as I headed for the cab. "Ready?"

"No."

He laughed. "Nobody ever is."

Looking up at the International's gleaming façade, I remembered that first day. How overwhelming it had all seemed. How impossible. I'd been so naive then, thinking talent and determination were enough. Now I knew better. Now I knew about pills and promises, about public faces and private truths, about loving someone so completely that even their broken pieces felt precious.

A familiar coo made me look up one last time. That damn dove sat on the hotel awning, watching my departure like it had watched everything else.

"Still here?" I called up to it.

Red followed my gaze. "Tom's trying to catch it, you know. Says it's his responsibility."

"Tell him to let it be." I smiled. "Some things aren't meant to be caught."

The cab pulled up. Red loaded my bags while I took one last look at the Strip, already shimmering in the heat. Somewhere up there was the elevator where it all began. The suite where Elvis had cried in my arms last night. The lobby where I'd first heard him laugh.

"Miss?" The driver was waiting.

I slid into the back seat, letting Vegas fall away behind me. In a few hours, I'd be in Memphis. In Graceland. In Elvis's world for real.

The morning sun caught my reflection in the cab window. I looked different somehow. Older, maybe. Or just... more. More aware. More certain. More myself.

"Airport," I told the driver. Then, softer, more to myself than anyone: "Time to see what Memphis has in store."

As we pulled away, I could have sworn I heard one last coo from above. A goodbye, maybe. Or a warning.

Either way, there was no turning back now.

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Dominating/ Pegging AOT men pt. 1 (Reiner & Zeke)

A/N: another request from my stoned thot anon, blessing us all with their request ideas. WE FUCKING MEN IN THE ASS ALL 2023!!!

TW: mommy kink for Reiner, Power bottom meanie Zeke, and your usual freaky shit, 18+

REINER

Bye, why wouldn't the king of mommy kink allow you to dom and peg him!?!?!? If anything, HE'S the one who introduced the idea of you being something like a dominatrix for him and you were more than happy to comply. It fits the natural dynamic of your relationship too well.

The very first night the two of you incorporated it in the bedroom he was a moaning pink flustered mess underneath you and you were so wet that the strap kept shifting out of place. From then on the two of you knew it was going to be a staple in the bedroom.

He thoroughly enjoys allowing you to have access to him in such a vulnerable way and how good you make him feel.

"Thank you so much mommy for fucking me so good, you make me feel so good", "No one else could ever make me feel as good as you do, mommy. No one.", "You fuck and treat me so well, I can't wait until it's my turn to put my cock in you and make you feel just as good."

He looks absolutely angelic during all this nasty dirty talk; eyes doe and slightly teary, cheeks rosy and tear-stained, and gazing up at you with nothing but pure adoration.

You two indulge in all types of gadgets and positions to keep things spicy and not boring. Both of you guys' favorite position is missionary. There's something about you being able to see Reiner's face contort with pleasure while you're deep into him and stroking his cock that stirs up something feral in you. And he enjoys watching you just as much.

This man's stamina is like a horse's. As soon as you're done fucking him and making sure he reaches his climax, he's on you like bees on honey. He wastes no time in pounding you with his cock even if he was satisfied from the night already, your pleasure is equally as important to him and he won't stop until he's sure that you're just as satisfied as him. Even if he is tired.

His favorite way to thank you is by letting you sit on his face and use his tongue as you please. He'll lift you on his face right after you're done fucking him, it's his favorite to wiggle his tongue through the straps of the strap-on and find your sweet swollen clit to suck on like a pacifier.

Best believe the aftercare is A1 too. The best pillow talk and cuddling sessions to exist in history.

ZEKE

Zeke won’t let you full-on peg him, but I can see him being into less intense butt stuff like rimming or even letting you put a finger or two up there for added sensation but that's as far as that goes for him.

BUT, He does like giving you control in the bedroom every now and then because it's amusing to him that you think you can even do that.

P O W E R BOTTOM THROUGH AND TRUE. This man is a verbal sadistic

"You really think you can fuck me better than I can fuck you", "So cute seeing those dainty fingers try and work my hole when you can barely get them to wrap around my cock", "I could flip you over right now and have you under me faster than you can get a moan out."

Nights when he allows you to take control always end up being the most frustrating ones because he's cocky as hell and doesn't shut up. His comebacks are too quick and witty for you to think of faster ones as a baby dom, but you're getting there. All this egging on and torment is really just to turn you into his perfect dom. He wants you to mean it when you tell him to shut up and make you cum 3 times in a row or he won't come at all. It's your aggressiveness and frustration with him that really turns him on.

The more comfortable you two get with this arrangement the more you find out how crazy humiliation makes him. One night you said something along the lines of, "No wonder you won't let me peg you; this pathetic hole couldn't take a fake cock even if it wanted to." THE MAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK BUT WHEW ! I don't think he even knew that he enjoyed humiliation that much and you knew he loved it from the way his cheeks turned the same color as the tip of his cock and not to mention the precum that was flowing down his shaft like a river.

Your rim jobs have a tranquilizing effect on him and he requests one almost every time he gets oral from you. Feeling the hot warm muscle that is your tongue poke and prod at the most sensitive and fleshy part of his body leaves him gripping the edge of the bed until his knuckles turn white.

It's your favorite sight; Him with his mouth slightly agape, chest vibrating with groans, and his t-shirt slightly pushed up farther on his abdomen revealing the muted gold happy trail leading to his dick. And you being the demon that you are, of course you add in a handjob that has him shooting strings of cum on his stomach when he reaches his climax.

[calzone-d]

Something New (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

pairing: Ted Lasso x Fem!reader

word count: 4.4k

warnings: soft!dom reader, sub!Ted, unprotected penetrative sex, mutual masturbation, subdrop

summary: You and Ted finally drabble into the dom/sub dynamic.

a/n: Ted was meant to be a sub lmao. I hope you guys like this! Requests are always open, come talk to me! You can find my masterlist here.

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The team had just made an astounding comeback from a string of ties. Everyone seemed to be on cloud nine; the players, the coaches, the support staff, fans, literally everyone. Screams echoed through the stadium, and you jumped around in celebration in your spot next to Keeley and Rebecca in the owner’s box. 

You caught Ted subtly looking up to where you were standing, a proud smile on his face. The two of you had been seeing each other for almost eight months now, and it was going great. You were trying to wait until the one year mark to make it public, but sometimes it was hard. Especially when he looked amazing in his puffer jacket and tight khakis, beaming up at you with his signature smile. Or when your typical flirty banter would become a bit too flirty and you had to dial it down. Or when one of you had a tough day at work and felt like everything would be fixed with a hug from the other. It was just hard.

When Ted and Beard had gotten on steady ground with the team, they asked Rebecca to bring in a physical therapist to work with the team. Much like Dr. Fieldstone, you had helped the team tremendously in ways they didn’t even consider before you came along. Little did Ted know, you’d also help him out. The two of you quickly became close, bonding over childhood trauma, and leaving your families behind in the states. You easily became each other’s best friend and confidants. With time, that budded into a full-fledged relationship. 

There was no denying the attraction you felt for each other when you met, but the more you got to know each other, the more feelings developed. Unbeknownst to you both, the coaches and players had made bets amongst themselves on when you two would actually confess your feelings for each other. Although it was excruciating, the two of you had done a great job keeping your relationship under wraps. 

Ted spent a lot of time healing from his divorce, and as he healed you adjusted to life in Richmond. You helped each other out, and once you were both in a better place, confessing your feelings for each other just felt like a huge weight coming off your shoulders. 

After the win, you knew the team would want to go celebrate at the Crown & Anchor. Hopefully there would be some time in between for you and Ted to sneak off back to your apartment. His extensive planning with the coaches for this week's match meant you guys didn’t get much time together. 

Eventually, you’d all gathered in the locker room and discussed plans for the evening. It was decided that you’d all meet at the pub around 8, giving you plenty of time to go home before getting ready. You and Ted hung out until you were the last ones left, aside from Beard who was in a daze while messaging Jane, working out whatever issue had arisen this week. Thankfully her apartment was the opposite direction of yours, so it didn’t raise any suspicion when you and Ted began heading towards your apartment together.

When you got home, you and Ted cooked a quick late-lunch together while you let him rant about the match. Watching him get so excited and be so proud of his team made something stir deep inside you. You two moved to the couch, and before you could initiate anything, Ted let out a big yawn. 

“Hey sweetheart, think we could take a quick nap before heading out?”

You could tell he was tired, so you agreed and snuggled up next to him, while setting an alarm for seven. 

He held you close as you slept, and when your alarm went off at seven, you woke him up by kissing softly at his neck. 

“mm, what’re you doin’, honey?”

You smiled against his neck, “Just lovin’ on you, Ted.”

His breath hitched when you nipped at the skin of his neck. Ted pulled you away to bring you in for a kiss, and put up no protest as you climbed into his lap. A few nights ago the topic of you being a bit more dominant in your sex life came up. Not all the time, but it was something Ted wanted to try. He had wanted to try it for a while, but had never gotten comfortable enough with any of his partners to mention it.

It was something he wanted to try in an attempt to space out. Something where he would only be able to focus on you. Making you feel good, following your commands, all of it. He was looking forward to it as a way to let go, knowing you’d take care of him afterwards.

As your tongues slid against each other, you pressed a firm hand against his jawline. You tightened your grip the smallest bit as you pulled away, and immediately noticed the way Ted’s mouth fell open and his pupils dilated. When you slid your hand down to softly wrap around his throat, he let out the softest whimper and you felt his cock throb under you. 

He had a similar reaction when you tugged harder than usual at his thick hair, it was just more amplified. The effect you had on him was turning you on, you could feel your panties begin to dampen. They were wet and sticky where they were pressed firmly against Ted’s hardening cock. 

When you pulled away, Ted whimpered, “Please”, and you looked at him with a teasing smile. 

“Please what, sweetheart?” 

“I-I don’t know, just-“, he was cut off by a moan as you ground yourself onto his cock. 

You developed a slow, teasing rhythm. “That what you wanted, honey?”

He was quick to nod, “Needed it”.

“Fuck”, you murmured. The idea of him needing you to make him feel good had you wanting to skip the pub tonight and fuck him until he was completely spent. 

Ted was putty under your hands, bucking into you and moaning when your hands were on him. His moans got louder the more forceful you became. Your hand returned to his jaw, and his scruff scratched at your fingertips. 

“Wanna be good for me, Ted?” 

‘mm-hmm”, he whined. 

Glancing at the clock behind you, you realized you needed to be at Crown & Anchor in thirty minutes. You reluctantly pulled away from him, “We have to get ready, Ted”

His pout made your heart melt. 

You leaned down to press a hot kiss to his jaw, “We can have some more fun when we get home.”

Ted nodded in agreement as he got up and followed you to get ready.

"Sounds like a plan to me, darlin'."

___________

When you arrived at the table, the only two seats were next to each other. You smiled slyly as you both got settled in your seats and you rested a gentle hand on his kneecap. Ted looked over and shot you a sweet smile, making your cheeks heat up.

“Oi! Lovebirds, we’re doing a toast.”, Roy yelled. He said a few words before the rest of the coaches did, and you all cheered before taking sips of your drinks. 

After Ted returned to his seat, your hand returned to his knee. You drew patterns up and down his thigh, and smirked to yourself when you saw him bite his lip. Sam was trying to tell him something, but clearly Ted wasn’t all there. He was so flustered, and stuttered a “Oh, y-yeah” before Sam thankfully moved on to speak with someone else. 

Ted turned to look at you with rosy cheeks, “Babe you’re gettin’ me all excited.”. His voice was low.

“That was my plan, Ted. If you can wait another thirty minutes before bailing, I'll take care of you when we get home.”, you propositioned with a raised brow.

The way his breath hitched in his throat told you everything you needed to know. Those thirty minutes felt like thirty hours, but finally you two were conveniently the last two left after everyone said their goodbyes.

Walking back to your apartment, Ted’s hand had a tight hold on yours. He kept you close to him, and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating. After a few drinks, you were filled with liquid courage and as soon as your front door was closed, Ted was pressed up against it. 

Stepping closer to him, you slotted your lips against his and sighed when he moaned in your mouth. Although he seemed eager as ever, this was new for him, and you wanted to make sure he was still comfortable.

“You still want this, baby?” 

Ted nodded and ran a finger through his hair. “Y-yeah, darlin’. Just nervous ‘cause I haven’t done this before. Don’t wanna do it wrong, or disappoint you.”

“Oh, Ted. You could never disappoint me.”, his cheeks turned a deep red. 

“You tell me if you want to stop, or try something different, okay?”

Your hand had found its way to his jaw again, forcing him to look you in the eyes. 

“Okay”, he was breathless.

Unhappy with his answer, you applied a gentle pressure where your hand held his jaw, “What was that?”

Ted’s eyes fluttered closed for a split second before they snapped open, hooded and full of lust, “Yes ma’am”.

That answer satisfied you, and you rewarded him with another deep kiss. “Good boy. Don’t forget your manners tonight or I’ll be the only one cumming. Understand?” 

He nodded quickly, eyes never leaving yours. You grabbed at his jaw again, “Words, Ted.” 

“I-I’ll be good. Promise”, was all he could muster.

“Go to the bed.”, he didn’t question your order. You grabbed a cup of water for after, and locked the front door before following him. Ted was sitting criss-cross in the middle of the bed, clearly in a desperate attempt to not touch himself. He must’ve done his research on this dynamic. 

“Aw look at you honey”, you cooed. On your way to the bed you stripped off your shirt and jeans, leaving you in a strappy red lingerie set. 

The way he stared at you seemed as if you’d put him in a trance. He was speechless, as he always was, at your body. All he wanted was to touch you and feel you. 

Ted had kicked his shoes and socks off at the door. Now, he was left in khakis, an undershirt, button up, and a Richmond sweater. This man and his layers. 

“Scoot back against the headboard, honey.”, your voice was low and smooth. He followed your command immediately. You straddled him, but didn’t put any weight on him and stayed on your knees. Leaning down, you brought him in for a hot kiss. As you kissed, your hands moved from his hair, to his jaw, to his neck, shoulders, chest, literally everywhere. You helped him out of his sweater and the other two layers underneath.

Leaning back on your heels, you admired his physique. Ted had the perfect definition of a “dad bod”. Hair dark and scattered across his chest, belly firm but barely rounded over the waist of his khakis, strong but not rock-hard biceps. Thick, hairy thighs. He was absolutely perfect. 

One of your hands trailed down his chest to cup his bulge. On your way down, you lightly pinched at one of his pink nipples, smirking when he let out a broken moan at the action. The grip you had on his bulge was firm, and steady. Under your fingers you could feel his cock throb, it felt hot and heavy under your palm. With your other hand you pulled his head towards you, wasting no time in sticking your tongue past his lips. As you palmed him through his khakis, he let out breathy moans into your kiss. 

“Gonna be my good boy, Ted?” 

“I-“, he moaned at the feeling of you squeezing him. “Y-yes ma’am. Gonna be good, promise. Make me yours”, he grunted. 

His words made you moan shamelessly.

When you pulled your hand away from his cock, you weren’t surprised to find a wet spot that had leaked through to his khakis. 

“Aw honey, look at you, so needy.”, he loved the way you cooed at him. 

He whimpered at the loss of contact. Right now Ted didn’t have many words, but you could gauge his reaction through his sounds and body language. You two had already established this was a way for him to just let go of all his responsibilities or anxieties, so you weren’t that concerned when it was hard for him to form full sentence responses. 

“I want these pants off”, he wasted no time in trying to unbutton them. In his hazy mindset, he struggled with the button and was thankful you helped him pop it open before pulling them down his legs. 

The image of Ted lying in front of you in his boxers was one you never wanted to forget. His cock seemed painfully hard, but you wanted to draw this out and give him the time he needed to slip away from the day’s responsibilities. It was evident he did well when he had you directing him.

“Boxers too, Ted.”, and then the boxers were gone.

His cock was tall and leaking once he sat back against the headboard. It was clear that it was taking all of his restraint to not touch himself. His hands had a strong grip on the fabric of the pillowcases underneath him. 

“Following directions without me even having to ask? So good, honey. Being so good for me right now.”, you murmured as you leaned in for another kiss. He practically glowed at your praise, and whimpered once you pulled away from the kiss. His misery was short lived, because you continued your kisses down his neck and jaw. As you made your way down your chest, you gave one of his nipples a flick with your tongue before barely scraping your teeth against it. Ted let out an animalistic sound, prompting you to give the other nipple the same treatment. Your kisses dropped to his belly, hips, and then you nipped at the tops of his thighs. The action had him trembling.

Shimmying backwards, you spread his legs apart by his knees. The view was unreal. He looked so fucked already. Cheeks flushed, hair a mess, chest heaving, cock hard against his belly. Ted was practically squirming with need. 

You gathered spit in your mouth before leaning forward and letting it fall onto Ted’s cock. The contact made him moan. Gazing up at you, Ted pouted once he realized you had no plans of touching him yet. HIs bottom lip jutted out in a beautiful pout.

“I want you to touch yourself for me, can you do that?”, he nodded wordlessly. “When you get close to cumming, I want you to stop. If you let yourself cum, everything stops here.”, Ted whimpered at your words.

“Understand?”, he nodded again. Nodding wasn’t enough to satisfy you right now, though. You took his jaw between your fingers and angled his face towards yours, “Words, Ted.”

“Yes ma’am”, you rewarded him with a quick kiss. Once you leaned back on your heels again, Ted’s hand quickly went to work on his cock. The sounds he made as he stroked himself were music to your ears. He’d go all the way down and come back up before rubbing his thumb over his tip, just like you knew he liked it. Feeling generous you took off your bra. Ted’s rhythm picked up as he ogled your bare breasts. His moans had turned into grunts and whimpers as you started pinching at your nipples. The soft sighs you let out only spurred him on. It was easy to tell he was close by the way his hips jerked up to meet his hand, and his rhythm had started to falter. 

“O-oh g- ungh- m’so close.”,you loved his whines. 

“Stop.”, reluctantly, he did. You knew it had to have taken everything in him. 

You shimmied your red panties down your legs, leaving yourself bare in front of him. Shuffling closer to him, you brought two fingers up to Ted’s lips, which he took willingly. “Being so good for me, love. Following all of my directions. Such a good boy, Ted.”, he whimpered at the praise, sucking harder and swirling his tongue around your fingertips. After pulling your fingers from his mouth you leaned back on one elbow and brought your now wet fingers to your swollen clit. 

“Touch yourself again Ted, but stop when you’re going to cum.” He wasted no time in getting started once more. Ted’s eyes were locked on your pussy as you laid spread out in front of him. Your fingers circled your clit before dipping into your dripping hole, thrusting in a few times before returning back to your clit. He wished it were his hand so badly. Making you feel good made him feel good, and he couldn’t wait to feel your tight walls around him. 

“Fuck, Ted. Love having you like this”, your words were breathy as you thrust your fingers faster, curling upwards to brush your g-spot. “You’re so good to me, baby. Always so good.”, his pace picked up while he blushed at your praise. When you pulled your fingers up and sat up, Ted knew not to stop touching himself until you told him to, or until he got close. You were beyond pleased with his restraint. 

Ted tipped his head back as you straddled over him and put your fingers back in his mouth. The taste of you made him moan and squeeze his cock tighter into his fist. His tip barely brushed against the hot, soaked lips of your pussy if he lifted his hips up an inch. Ted’s tongue swirled around your fingers and he moaned at the taste of you. If you would just push him down and sit on his face, that would be beyond perfect, but he knew he had to be good for you. Teasingly, you fucked your fingers in and out of his mouth as you felt his pace quicken. It would be no time before he was close again. Not wanting him to get too close, you got off his lap and pulled his hand away from its place on his cock. 

Since this was the first time you two had done this, you didn’t want to go much further and have him fall too deep into subspace. That could wait for another time. He’d been so good, and you wanted to reward him. The second his hands were off his cock, his arms were wrapped around you. His eyes seemed hazy, and you knew he needed to be close to you. 

His breath hitched when his cock brushed up against your pussy again, and you took mercy on him by sliding it back and forth between your folds a few times. You were so wet that you knew there was no point in grabbing lube. Ted let out a whine as you sunk down on him, and you threw your head back at the feeling of him filling you up. "Mmm, Feels so good, Ted."

The stretch of him burned in the slightest bit, but it felt so good. You took his face in your hands as you grinded against him slowly, and you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was completely gone. 

As you got used to the feeling of him, you swapped your grinding for bouncing and kept your hold on Ted’s face. One of his hands stayed holding your waist, but the other one raised up to your wrist and held it there, making sure you didn’t pull away. 

“Does that feel good, honey?”

“Oh- Yes ma’am. It’s so good. Feels so good being inside y-you”, his words were slightly slurred and it all came out in one moan. 

“What do you have to say to me, Ted? Hm?”, he whined as you let go of his face. Immediately, he pressed his face against your chest, his mouth open and puffing hot breaths out against your skin. 

“T-thank you, ma’am. Thank y-”, he couldn’t even finish his sentence without moaning as you slowed down to grind on him again. High pitched whines poured from his mouth while his hands gripped at the skin of your hips, back, thighs, anywhere he could reach. You leaned backwards slightly and pushed his head to your nipple. No time was wasted as he took it into your mouth, sucking with the amount of pressure he knew you loved. The action put you right at the edge, and Ted could tell by the way you clenched around him and your moans raised up an octave. 

“Please cum for me, please. Want to make you feel s’good, please”, his begging sent you flying into one of the strongest orgasms you’d ever had. You held his face to your neck as you writhed against him, squeezing his cock and drawing more moans from him. Throughout your orgasm, you never stopped grinding and you could tell Ted was getting close himself. 

“Cum for me, baby. You’ve been so good for me tonight”, your praise almost made him scream out as he dug his fingers deeper into your skin and spilled into you. His moans seemed to go on forever, and for a second you thought his cock would never stop twitching inside you. Slowly, you continued to grind against him as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. You’d never seen him orgasm for this long, and you hoped he’d loved the experience as much as you did.

Once he’d come down, you held him close, not daring to get off of him just yet. He whimpered into your skin as you stroked the back of his neck and ran your fingers through his hair. You pressed long kisses to his hairline and reassured him, “That was so, so good, sweetheart. You did so perfect, Ted. Always so perfect for me.”. His arms tightened around you even more at the praise, and when he finally pulled away to meet your loving gaze, his eyes were glassy and his brow was furrowed. 

“Oh, baby.”, you pulled him back into you and squeezed his shoulders tightly. “You’re okay, Ted. Everything’s okay, I love you so much.”.

You felt hot tears roll down his cheeks and splash onto our collarbone. “Shhh, honey. It’s okay. You’re okay”, he sniffled and pushed his face closer to you. After a minute he pulled away, tears still rolling down his cheeks, “I-I did okay right?”. His words were quiet, barely even there. You nodded quickly, “You did amazing, my love. Did you enjoy it?”

He nodded and sniffled again, “Y-yeah. S’just new to me. Didn’t wanna disappoint you.”

You brought a hand to brush his tears away, “You could never disappoint me sweetheart. That was so good. I’m so proud of you.”

Ted nodded slowly and tried to return his face to its previous spot in your neck. You were getting cold, and you knew he had to be too, so you pulled away. He wasn’t happy with this and protested with a whine.

“Let’s go shower, honey. Then we can get back in bed and get some sleep, yeah?”, he only nodded at your words.

Ted was silent as you started the shower and grabbed towels for you both. His eyes stared far away, not focused on anything as you moved around your bathroom. You pulled him up with a gentle hand on his arm and he followed you into the shower like a lost puppy. As soon as you were settled under the water you pulled him into you and reassured him.

“You did wonderful, honey. I know this is new to you and sometimes it can be a lot, but I love you, and I’m so proud of you. Thank you for trying that for me.”, his next words were muffled against your neck. 

“I love you too”

The next few minutes were silent, giving Ted a moment to calm down and gather his thoughts. Your hands drew lines between the freckles scattered across his shoulder before you inquired, “Did you enjoy it, Ted?”, he only nodded against your skin. 

“Just need me to take care of you?”, his next nod confirmed your thoughts. Knowing Ted the way you did, you knew subspace would drag him down fast and hard. You had no problem taking care of him and keeping him close. Being patient, and gentle with him. You knew he’d never had it before, and it would take a bit for him to get used to the feeling. 

Washing your hair quickly, you moved on to Ted’s and took your time. His chocolate eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of your fingers scratching his scalp, and he gave you a slight smile when you dropped a kiss to the tip of his nose. You washed his body with gentle, loving hands. When you kissed all over him, Ted blushed and pressed his lips against yours in a soft kiss. Cupping his cheeks in your hands, you kissed him again before pulling away, “You did great, honey. And if you never want to do it again, that’s more than okay. Either way, I love you, and I’m so proud of you.”.

You kissed him once more and when you pulled away you rubbed your thumb against his cheekbones. “N-no, it was good, Really good. Just still gettin’ used to it s’all.”, you nodded in understanding. “Thank you for being patient, I love you too”. 

The next kiss was longer, and full of all the emotions you two had been sharing throughout the past eight months. You helped him rinse off before leading him out of the shower and cutting off the water. He nuzzled back into your neck when you wrapped him up in a towel, and his action made you giggle.

Returning to the bedroom, you gathered the towels you’d laid down on the bed earlier and grabbed two of Ted’s t-shirts. One for each of you. After you both slid on underwear, you turned back the duvet and got comfy underneath it. Ted was pressed against you in a flash, lying so he was slightly shorter than you and could easily rest his hands on your chest. His hands grabbed handfuls of his t-shirt you were wearing, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he fell asleep. 

You combed through his damp hair, and the feeling sent him even closer towards sleep. “Sleep good, baby. I love you.”

He let out a tired, mumbled “I love you too” before you felt his breaths become deep and even against your chest.

Thanks for reading!

[vintagepresley]

68' Comeback Special.. Part 10.2

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 8,822 words

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Fluff, time jump, talks of pregnancy, talks of pregnancy complications, postpartum depression, oral (f and m receiving), titty fucking, mommy/daddy kink, heavy on the mommy kink, pregnancy fetish, dirty talking/tiny bit of babytalk, typical Elvis stuff, etc.

Author's Notes: THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE END. I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who's enjoyed this series and who's given me such positive feedback. This originally 3 part fic really turned into something more and I'm so glad I decided to continue it for you guys. I hope you enjoy this last part and I'm sorry it's so long. I can't wait to start on the next series and I hope you love it just as much. Thanks again!!! Possible spelling errors. (side note: if you'd like to read little blurbs about Elvis and Ada please feel free to send a request!)

A million years it seems have gone by since we shared our dreams...

You had been in the hospital for a nearly a week and the doctor had prescribed you antibiotics just to ensure that your infection wouldn’t come back. But overall, you seemed to be doing okay, other than the fact that you had begun to experience postpartum depression, Elvis didn’t understand what was wrong at first, but you were not yourself and the only time you were happy was when you were with Ada. The doctor had explained to Elvis that what you were experiencing was normal, but with you being new mother and young one at that there was no telling how long you would be experiencing this. Elvis did his best though to be there, he made good on his promise and had not left your side in the hospital prompting the orderlies to bring in another bed just for Elvis. Even though he couldn’t understand what you were going through, he was going to do whatever he needed to do to make you happy and be there for you. As far as your new little baby, she was doing better than she had been over the course of a few days. Her breathing had gotten better, but they wanted to continue to keep her for observation, but you and Elvis never missed a moment to go down and see her. Sometimes she would even be brought to your room something that the nurses thought would cheer you up even more just having her near you. Your parents and Vernon had been to the hospital a few times to come by and see her and you would try your best to be happy, but you just felt sad, hopeless, and tired. But back in those days no one ever spoke about being depressed or even really knew what it was, but you certainly felt that way.

The next day when you woke up rolling over to see Elvis by your side in his own bed already awake and watching tv, he smiled at you. “Good morning, little one.” He said softly. You gave him a small smile. “Morning.” You mumbled. “I’m going to let the nurses know you’re up, one of them came in about 20 minutes ago, they want you to try to feed Ada.” He nodded as he climbed out of his bed and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Okay..” you nodded slowly, smiling because you knew she’d be the thing to make you happy even if for a moment. Elvis let out a soft sigh as he headed out to tell one of the nurses you were awake and then he came back into the room, sitting down in the chair beside your bed. “They’ll be back with her in a few minutes.” He nodded. You slowly sat up in the bed and letting out a soft groan. Your stitches were slowly heeling but you were still in a lot of pain. “Can I get you anything, baby?” Elvis asked. “Can you help me to the bathroom, honey?” you asked. He nodded. “Of course.” He said softly with a smile, and he got up and helped you out of bed and into the bathroom, he shut the door and stood by it so he would be able to help you back into bed. Once you had finished in the bathroom, he helped you back in bed and suddenly a nurse was coming into the room and your face lit up when you saw her rolling Ada inside her little incubator. Since she didn’t have any of her clothes the hospital had her dressed in some of their own little onesies they had for the babies. Elvis smiled when he saw her, she was such a happy baby. “What if she doesn’t latch on?” you asked the nurse a bit worried. “Then we’ll just get her a bottle, hun. But it is better for them to be breastfed, so we’ll keep trying if she doesn’t today.” The nurse said. You nodded watching as they carefully scooped her out of the tiny incubator, swaddling her in a blanket and carefully placing her into your arms, she brought you so much happiness it felt unreal.

Elvis smiled as he looked on and seeing those blue eyes of her that looked just like his and he watched as the nurses talked you through everything and you slowly unclasped top left side of your hospital gown and tugging it down until your breast was revealed and you followed the nurse’s instructions and carefully trying to get her to latch onto your nipple and after a few tries she finally did and you smiled widely and a soft groan escaping you because it was kind of painful but you were relieved to see her eating. “Good job! I’ll leave you to it and I’ll be back to check on ya.” nurse says as she headed out and closed the door behind her. You nodded slowly as you looked back down at Ada, lightly brushing the little strands of hair on her head. Elvis smiled watching the two of you before he turned his attention back to the television. You couldn’t keep your eyes off her, brushing your index finger against her tiny cheek and catching glimpses of her little blue eyes whenever she opened them. She was perfect. There was a knock at the door and Elvis got up to answer it, seeing that it was the doctor. “How are we doing today, Mr and Mrs. Presley?” he asked. “We’re good, doc.” Elvis responded. You glanced up at him and nodded in agreement. “Very good.” You mumbled. “I’m glad to hear it because I have good news. We will be discharging you tomorrow, so you’ll be free to go home.” The doctor said. “That’s great!” Elvis said excitedly. You furrowed your brow a bit because he didn’t say anything about Ada. “What about Ada? Does she get to go home as well?” you asked.

The doctor let out a soft sigh. “Unfortunately, we cannot send her home with you yet. We want to make sure she is healthy enough first. She seems to be doing fine, but we just want to take that extra precaution.” He responded. “N-No… I’m not going anywhere if she can’t go too. I-I won’t leave without her.” You said frantically. Elvis sat by your side now. “Baby, we can always come and visit her every day.” Elvis reassured you. “No! I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want to go!” you shouted, causing Ada to fuss a bit and you rocked her gently, calmly trying to soothe her and get her to continue eating. Elvis inhaled sharply as he got up from the bed. “Can you give us a minute, doctor?” he asked. The doctor nodded and headed out. Elvis turned to you with a furrowed brow. “Baby.” he says softly. “Elvis, please... I-I don’t want to leave her here alone.” You began to cry hysterically. “Please don’t make me leave her... C-Can’t you do something?” you asked as you tried to wipe some of your tears, sniffling softly. He hated to see you this way especially after going through so much already and he knew there would be no way to get you to leave this hospital if Ada wasn’t going as well. “Okay, little one, okay, let me talk to the doctor. I’ll see what I can do.” Elvis said softly as he walked over to you, wiping your streaming tears and he kissed your cheek and little Ada’s head. A small smile on your lips and you nodded at his words, watching as he walked out of the room to find the doctor again. You looked down at Ada with tearful eyes, she had calmed down and was quietly eating. You wiped your tears and slowly stroked her the soft little hairs on her head very delicately. “Daddy’s going to figure it all out for us. He always does. I won’t leave you; I promise.” You whispered to her as you leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Elvis was speaking with the doctor right outside your door, explaining to him that he doesn’t want to take a room away from someone who may really need it. But that there was no way he was going to get you to leave. He explained if there was some other room or anything he’d be willing to pay or even give the hospital a hefty donation. He was worried out of his mind about you, he’d never seen you this way and he would hate to take you back to your parents’ house while Ada was here and you going out of your mind worried for her. You were beginning to scare him because some days you wouldn’t even get out of the hospital bed, and it was Ada that could always get you up or put a smile on your face. So, taking the chance to separate you from her was one he was not willing to do. He’d give them every penny he had if it meant making you happy. But the doctor felt for him, for both of you and understood that as new parents this was overwhelming especially with having a young mother under so much stress that it left Elvis constantly worried. The hospital hadn’t been too busy as of late, so he saw nothing wrong with letting the two of you stay until Ada was discharged. Elvis thanked him repeatedly and told him he’d still be donating to the hospital for everyone being so kind to him and his wife. He and the doctor parted ways and when Elvis walked back into the room you had finished up feeding Ada and clasping your hospital gown back together and you carefully lifted Ada being mindful to cradle her head as you rested her on your shoulder and began to lightly pat her back to burp her.

“What did the doctor say?” you asked quietly as Elvis sat down beside you and he smiled. “You can stay, the doctor was very understanding.” He said softly. “Really? Oh gosh, thank you, baby. I-I’m sorry for getting so upset. I don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately.” You say softly, knowing this hasn’t been easy on him. He shook his head with a warm smile. “You don’t need to apologize, honey. You know if there’s anything I can do for you, I’ll do it.” He nodded. You smiled widely, you hadn’t been the best toward him for the past week but even still he was going to do whatever he could for you, and it only made you love him so much more. You carefully scooted over in your bed, patting the spot beside you. “Come here.” You whispered. His face lit up and he kicked off his shoes and carefully slipped into your bed beside you and he snuggled up close to you as you continued to gently pat Ada’s back. Elvis smiling at the two of you and pressing a small kiss to the top of Ada’s head. “Do you think I could try to burp her?” Elvis asked. You beamed at his question. “Of course, honey.” You whispered as you carefully passed her to him and he held her against his shoulder, patting his hand against her back gently. “Beware of the spit up when she does burp.” You giggled softly. He chuckled, glancing down at her as she cooed softly which brought a wide smile to his face, you laid your head against his other shoulder, staring up at the two of them and you heard a cute little burp escape her and you giggled watching Elvis’ excited expression, and he suddenly felt his shoulder a bit wet and when he cradled her back in his arms he glanced down to see she had spit up a bit. You started to laugh softly at the sight. “I told you.” You snickered as you reached over for her bib to clean her mouth and Elvis made a face, shaking his head. “I’d be mad if you weren’t so darn cute.” Elvis whispered to her jokingly, chuckling. You smiled and did your best to get Elvis’ shirt clean with some tissue before you rested your head back onto his shoulder and your hands slipping around his arm as he hummed softly to little Ada, which put the both of you to sleep, when he had noticed he grinned and cradled Ada protectively in his left arm as he carefully slipped the other around you, holding both of his sleepy girls close to him.

Another week had gone by and things with Ada seemed to look good she didn’t have severe complications and the doctor thought it would be okay to discharge her finally. You also had felt a bit better though some days were still had as you still dealt with your postpartum depression, but you were excited that you were leaving. The three of you were set to finally go to your parents’ house. You and Elvis had decided to spend a night there just so your parents got some time with their granddaughter and then the three of you along with Jerry, Vernon and a few other of Elvis’ guys would fly back to Memphis. You couldn’t wait to get back home. You didn’t think you’d miss Memphis so much, but you did. That was your home now, that was Ada’s home. You were itching to get back. As the three of you prepared to leave the hospital word had finally gotten out that Elvis had officially become a father and the reports and fans swarmed the hospital. So, Jerry, Joe, Charlie, and Vernon would be accompanying you to ensure that you all got into the car safely. Elvis had bought you a beautiful sundress to wear to leave the hospital which made you feel beautiful that you even felt motivated enough to do your makeup, the last thing you wanted was to look unkempt in front of all those cameras. Once you were ready the guys all followed you and Elvis out of the hospital like your personal bodyguards as you held little Ada protectively in your arms. There was a swarm of press outside along with fans letting the two of you know how happy they were for you and you both smiled and carefully pulling back the blanket that covered Ada and giving everyone a glance at her before you were ushered into the backseat of the car.

On the drive to your parents all you could think about was going home to Graceland and being able to show Ada her room and just show her off to Minnie Mae and the staff who Elvis had given updates excitedly to about Ada. But a part of you was also very nervous, you were only twenty-two years old, no real experience with anything besides being in Elvis’ world for the past three years, now you were a mother, and you had no clue what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn’t screw it up. You wanted to be the best mother possible to Ada and you were already confident that Elvis would be the best daddy, but another thing that made you nervous was the possibility of Elvis not wanting to have sex with you. You already felt unattractive because your body was still healing, and you wouldn’t be able to get back in shape just yet. But you had still hoped he’d find you attractive, which a part of you knew that he did because he never would fail to mention it. But with the way you’ve been feeling lately, it just didn’t seem possible. You felt Elvis’ arm slip around you which pulled you from your racing thoughts and you glanced up at him with a warm smile. “You doin’ okay, little?” he asked. “Of course, baby.” You hummed before glancing down at Ada and seeing her still fast asleep despite all the chaos at the hospital. You took a deep breath and smiled as you stared out the window, ready to take on what was next to come in your life with your newborn baby and your husband.

Five years later…

Graceland – Summer of 75’

It felt like five years had gone by in a flash, you were twenty-seven now, Elvis forty and your little girl had just turned five, a little terror who was looking more and more like Elvis every day, but also taking on his personality as well with her little attitude and sass. She had the whole staff afraid sometimes because Elvis let her get away with murder, he loved to spoil her. But things couldn’t have been better in your lives, happier. Elvis had made good on his promise to you five years ago in that hospital, things had certainly changed. It had been a long road, but Elvis was no longer dependent on sleeping pills, or any other kinds of drugs, he had gotten rid of all those doctors who didn’t give a damn about his well-being. He also had gotten rid of the Colonel two years back after he tried to work him like a dog and cause him to miss out on opportunities. Elvis was no longer going to let anything, or anyone control his life. He wanted to be able to spend more time with you and Ada while also still being able to do what he loved to take care of you both, but he wanted to do it his way. So, he hired Jerry as his new manager after seeing how well Jerry had begun to manager few other artists, including the Sweet Inspirations, he knew there was no one he trusted more than Jerry to be his manager. There were talks of a tour overseas something he had been wanting to do for so long but couldn’t because of the Colonel and he was so excited and couldn’t wait to take his two girls to Europe with him. Things between you and Elvis were also great especially sexually, though the two of you had finally agreed that you would go on birth control a year after you had Ada. The both of you wanted more kids, especially Elvis because he didn’t want Ada to grow up an only child like he had, but you were scared after the complications you had with the first pregnancy. That was until last year when both of you had decided you were ready for another child and you had stopped taking your birth control and the two of you were on each other more than ever like rabbits doing your best to get pregnant, though sometimes proved to be difficult with a five-year-old who constantly wanted to sleep in mommy and daddy’s bed. But after months of negative pregnancy tests, you were finally brought some luck in February when you began to have the same symptoms you had when you had gotten pregnant with Ada, which only made you excited and after a visit to the doctor, you found out you were pregnant with your second child, only to find out a few months later that you were not pregnant with just one child.. You and Elvis were going to be the proud parents of twins.

It was hot July summer in Memphis, and you were six months pregnant with the twins and surprisingly feeling better than usual today, the house was lively as ever with Jerry and a few of the guys being over the house and you could hear Ada’s cute little giggles and screams as she played in the front yard with them as you made her lunch. You had hoped Elvis wasn’t riding around in that golf cart he bought her that you were so against because you were afraid, she’d get hurt. Once you had finished making her PB&J sandwich you had set it on the table with a little juice box and then you had made your way toward the front door, opening it to see Elvis was doing exactly what you feared, driving dangerously around the grounds of Graceland with little Ada in his arms as she screamed with joy and the guys following behind them in the other golf carts. You stood at the front door with your hands rested on your swollen belly, shaking your head. Elvis came driving the cart up to the front steps with a grin on his face. “Uh oh, we may be in trouble, Addy.” He whispered to her with a soft chuckle. She smiled innocently as she waved at you. “Hi mommy!” she giggled happily. You smiled at her, waving back. “Hi baby, it’s time to come inside and eat your lunch.” You said warmly. She pouted not wanting to go inside and she shook her head at you. “Ada..” you said a bit sternly. She looked up at Elvis hoping he’d be on her side, and he gave her the look he always did when she needed to listen, and she knew when she saw that look there was no fighting him. She let out a cute angry huff and he lifted her off his lap and gave her cheek a soft kiss before he set her on the ground. She looked up at him again and he smiled, brushing his hand over her head. “Go on now, baby. Listen to your mama and then you can come back out and play with daddy.” She nodded and ran as fast as her little legs could take her as she ran past you into the house.

Elvis hopped out of the golf cart and made his way over to you, his hands gently brushing over your large bump before slipping his hands around your waist as he gave you a soft kiss. “How’s my babies?” Elvis whispered. “We’re good... Elvis, what did I say about the golf cart? I don’t want her to get hurt.” You mumbled on his lips. He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You know I ain’t gonna let anything happen to her.” He smiled. “Says the guy who crashed his cart twice.” You say as you rolled your eyes playfully, placing your hands against his chest. “Ah, hell, that was years ago, I’m more careful.” He laughed. “Mhm..” you hummed as you kissed his lips. Ada had run out of the kitchen with half of her sandwich in hand and you felt her little tugs on your dress. “Mommy, mommy!” She whined. You pulled back from Elvis and looked down to see her with jelly stained on her little face, Elvis crouched down to her level. “What’s the matter, baby?” he said softly. “More juice, pwease.” She giggled. You laughed and furrowed your brow. “You drank all that juice already, young lady?” you said with a smile. She nodded as she took another bite of her sandwich. Elvis laughed trying his best to wipe her face, and you walked back into the kitchen to grab her another juice box. “Can daddy have a bite of your sandwich?” he said softly. She smiled and happily held her half eaten sandwich to his mouth and he took a big bite, rubbing his hand over his stomach. “Mmm, delicious!” he said with his mouth full, causing her to giggle. He kissed her forehead and watched as she ran off toward the kitchen, he stood back up and lit one of his cigarillos as he walked back over to the guys and roughhousing with a few of them.

You smiled when Ada ran back into the kitchen trying her best to climb back in her chair while trying not to drop her sandwich, you giggled and shook your head helping her back into the chair, she happily grabbed her new juice box and drinking it happily, she squeezed so tight that some of it got on her shirt. Which made her shout a curse word she heard Elvis say, trying to say ‘sonofabitch’ but it coming out like “Son of bitch!” in her cute little voice. You quickly turned to her. “Ada! You don’t say things like that!” you reprimanded her. “Daddy says it!” she squealed. “That doesn’t mean you say it. Don’t say it again, missy.” You said sternly, giving her head a gentle pat as she continued to eat and when she had enough she pushed the plate away and jumped out of the chair trying to run back outside but you caught her before she could run off, cleaning her face and her hands, she squirmed and fussed until you let her go and watching as she ran off to play with Elvis. You cleaned up the kitchen and headed upstairs to lie down for a bit, rubbing your hands over your belly as you let out a tired sigh, being pregnant with twins was not fun your body felt more tired than the first pregnancy and the nausea was the worst. You turned onto your side trying to get comfortable as you began to slowly drift off to sleep.

A few hours had gone by, Ada had tired Elvis out and he was carrying her inside and she had her little arms loosely wrapped around his neck. Elvis looked around seeing no sign of you. “Hm, mama must be upstairs. Let’s see what Mary made for dinner.” He said softly, kissing her cheek as he made his way into the kitchen and seeing that Mary had prepared dinner for everyone, it was Elvis and now Ada’s favorite mash potatoes, meatloaf, cornbread, and collard greens. He sat Ada down at the table and went over to fix her plate and his own, cutting up her meatloaf into little pieces and setting it in front of her, then grabbing something to drink for her and putting it in her little cup and then sitting down beside her. She played with her food a bit, hitting at the mash potatoes with her little spoon and then scooping a huge spoonful into her mouth as she swung her legs back in forth in the chair. Elvis raised an eyebrow at her, laughing as he ate a few bites of his food. “Daddy?” She says softly. “Yes, baby?” He answered. “What does son of bitch mean? Is that a bad word?” She asked innocently. Elvis furrowed his brow for a moment and then he bust out laughing. “Now honey, where did you learn that?” He asked trying to stifle his laughter, acting as if she couldn't possibly have learned it from him. “You said it to uncle Jerry.” she said with a giggle. He laughed. “Oh well.. Uh, when you're older I’ll tell ya what it means. But it is a bad word, young lady. Don’t talk like that around your mama.” He said with a grin, shaking his head and realizing he had to be more careful with things he said around her because she loved to repeat everything.

Once the two of them finished dinner he quietly made his way upstairs with Ada and the two of them peeking into his bedroom to see you resting and he smiled, shutting the door closed and deciding to let you sleep. "Let's get you in the bath and ready for bed." he said as he carried her into her room, setting her down and she bounced up and down happily as he looked for some pajamas for her to wear, setting them on the bed, smiling over at her. "C'mon, Addy, bath time." he hummed and she followed him into the bathroom. After he had given her a bath and dressed for bed, she went running into the bedroom with you, doing her best to jump up into the bed with you as you laid fast asleep. Elvis followed behind her, placing a finger over his lips to tell Ada to keep quiet. "Can I sleep with mama?" she whispered, rubbing her eyes. Elvis exhaled softly, nodding with a smile as he he lifted her up into the bed and she crawled close beside you, cuddling into your belly and Elvis slipped off his shoes and climbed into the bed beside the both of you. Ada turned her little head up to look at Elvis. “The babies sleeping too daddy?” She whispered. He chuckled softly. “Mhm.. they need sleep too.” He said quietly, which brought a smile to her face. The two of them eventually falling asleep next to you. Another hour had passed and you finally woke up from your deep slumber, opening your eyes to the sight of Ada and Elvis, she had rolled over and was cuddled into his side and her little hands clutching onto his shirt as he had an arm draped around her. You smiled at the adorable sight of them and the fact that Elvis had gotten her ready for bed.

You carefully got out of a bed wanting to capture this cute moment of them on camera. You headed towards the closet and grabbed the small polaroid camera to snap a few pictures of the two of them and then setting it on bedside table before you slipped into the bathroom, starting the shower and slipping your clothes off and stepping into the hot shower, humming softly to yourself as the water washed over you. Elvis woke to sound of the shower running and seeing you were out of bed, he smiled down to see Ada cuddled next to him and he carefully and quietly slipped out of her little grip and then tucking her into his bed before sneaking off into the bathroom, smiling when he heard your humming and he stripped off his clothes, slowly opening the shower door and when you turned around to grab the shampoo, you let out a soft shriek seeing him. "Elvis! You scared me!" you giggled. "Shhh.. You'll wake the baby." he grinned as he stepped into the shower with you, smiling at the sight of your nakedness. You blushed seeing the way he was looking at you and feeling a bit insecure about your body that as a reflex you tried to cover yourself, he grabbed a hold of your hand and pulled you toward him and then he slipped his arms around your waist and you smiled up at him, draping your arms around his shoulders, kissing his lips softly.

"You know I hate when you do that, baby." he mumbled on your lips. "I know.. I just.. Sometimes I feel unattractive to you." you whispered shyly. He cupped your face in one of his hands and making you look at him. "You're as beautiful as the day we met, mama. You being pregnant only turns me on more..." he said with a grin. You playfully hit his shoulder with your hand, shaking your head. "Stop it.." you blushed. "It's true, mama. I love the way your body looks.." he whispered as he slowly began to trail kisses along your neck and you captured your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling his hands run along your curves, while the warmth of the water hit up against your back. You let out a soft whimper feeling his soft lips moving their way down to your breasts, which as of lately he had given so much attention to because they were much bigger now. He slide his hands back up and squeezed and groped your breasts and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and sucking gently. A soft moan escaped your lips, trying to stop him. "E-Elvis.. W-What if she wakes up.." you mewled. He popped your nipple out of his mouth and burying his face between your breasts before he looked up at you. "She won't.. She had a long day. Now let daddy take care of you, mommy.." he hummed. His very words caused another moan to slip past your lips as you nodded. He smirked as he took your nipple back into his mouth as he played with the other between his fingertips, sucking hard the tighter his mouth wrapped around it. Your hands flying up to grasp his hair as you tilted your head back some and letting out a softer moan.

He popped your nipple out of his mouth and his hands brushed along your swollen belly, pressing soft kisses along it as he sunk down to his knees, his hands running along your thighs slowly and parting your legs, lifting one of them up and propping it around his shoulder. You inhaled deeply as you watched him move between your legs and the moment two of his fingers brushed along your velvety folds it caused a shiver to run down your spine and soft whimper to escape you. He smirked at the sight of your slick coating his fingers. "So wet for me, mama.." he said softly. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucking the taste of you off before gripping both your thighs in his large hands and burying his face in your pussy, his tongue slipping between your wet folds and finding your clit, circling around the swollen bud and flicking it between his tongue. Your eyes rolled back as you began to moan softly, one hand clutching onto his wet hair while the other pressed firmly up against the shower wall. He let out a soft groan against your pussy before he wrapped his lips around your clit and began to suck roughly on it, continuing to swirl his tongue around it and his hands tightening around your thighs. "Fuck.. Daddy..." you mewled as your hand tugged at his dark hair.

One of his hands reaching around to your ass and giving it a slap which caused a soft squeal to escape you and he grabbed a handful of your ass as he released your clit from his mouth and glided his tongue down and slipped it inside of your tight hole, thrusting his tongue in and out of you at a steady pace as his fingers rubbed your clit simultaneously and your let out a shaky moan and you body shuddered above him and the tighter you tugged at his hair he let out a soft hiss against you. "Oh god.. You're g-gonna make me cum.." you moaned softly. He shoved his tongue deep inside of you and his nose now pressed up against your clit and giving you the right amount of friction you needed as it rubbed against your clit. His hand that was gripping your ass traveled up fondle at your breasts as he continued to tongue fuck you. You let out out a whimper as your body squirmed above him, you could already feel yourself so close to orgasming, that you roughly pushed his face further against your pussy, practically suffocating him in it and he groaned loudly, loving every minute of it. A smirk formed on your lips as you shut your eyes tight and you panted softly and your toes curled and you pursed your lips together tight when you felt your orgasm wash over you and you let out the loudest moan doing your best to keep it muffled so you wouldn't wake your daughter, your legs trembled around Elvis and he kept his face buried within you as he licked up every bit of your arousal before he finally came up for air. "Goddamn, baby.." he chuckled breathlessly.

You let out a soft giggle as you blushed seeing his face a mess with your sweet nectar, and he slipped your leg off his shoulder and stood back up on his feet, he washed his face under the running water and then he crashed his lips against your own and you kissed him deeply. "Can I take care of daddy now?" you whisper on his lips. His face lit up and he smiled. "I'd love that.." he mumbled. You nodded, running your hands down his hairy chest and over his small belly, as Elvis got older he put on a few pounds, but you never minded it all, he would always be your handsome man. You smiled up at him as you slowly and carefully got down on your knees. "You'll have to help me up when I'm done." you laughed. He nodded as a soft chuckle escaped him. You pressed soft kisses against his kiss belly and along his waistline, he licked over his lips slowly as he watched you. You took his hard cock into your hand, sliding back the foreskin as you pressed soft kisses along the head of his cock and licking up his precum and licking your lips a soft "Mmm." escaping you. He leaned up against the shower wall, choking back a groan. You parted your lips slowly as you guided him into your mouth, sliding your hand down to squeeze and rub at his balls as you pumped his cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your lips around him tight as you sucked his cock, your eyes staring up at him watching him watch you with lust in his eyes and doing his best to keep his groans quiet.

"Oh god.." he mumbled as he reached down to hold your hair in a makeshift ponytail. You took him a little deeper into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and you gagged soft around him, spitting out the gathered saliva in your mouth onto his cock and then shoving him back into your mouth and placing your hands on his thighs as he started to take control for a moment and thrusting his cock into your mouth, making you take him deep just to hear you gag around him. "Shit.. C-Can you take daddy down your throat for a moment?" he mumbled between his groans. You nodded obediently wanting to please him. He grinned at your response and both his big hands resting on your head and your hands gripped his thighs as he slowly forced your head down until you made his cock disappear down your throat and his balls rested against your chin, your eyes welling up with tears as they rolled back and you choked and gagged around him, kicking your feet a bit and digging your nails into his thighs, hearing him groan loudly. "Oh fuck, you're such a good girl.." he growled before yanking your head back and his cock popping out of your mouth covered in your saliva and you coughed as you tried to catch your breath. He bit down on his bottom lip wanting to do something else, that he'd be wanting to ask for a while now. "M-Mommy, can I... Can I fuck your tits?" he asked shyly.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you wiped your mouth, giggling at the way he asked, but also surprised that it took him so long to ask after being so in love with how big they got. "Of course, daddy." you grinned as you sat yourself up on your knees and he positioned himself just enough to get himself between them as he grabbed a hold of your breasts in his hands and burying his cock right into them and with the help of the water and some of the saliva that pooled out of your mouth it was wet enough for him to thrust his cock in between them and his head hung low as he groaned loudly. "So fuckin' soft.. Mm.." he hummed. You held onto his thighs again as he began to thrust his cock faster between your breasts, squeezing them tight around his cock and causing so much friction that his eyes rolled back and his balls slapped up against you with each thrust and you whimpered softly, biting on your bottom lip watching as his cock peeked out the top of your breasts with each of his thrust. "Ah, fuck, m-mommy.. you're tits are gonna make me cum..." he whimpered and moaned. You voice soft and babylike for him. "That's a good boy.. Cum on mommy's tits, baby... You can do it.. My good boy.." you cooed as you brought one of your hands down to play with his balls. Your words and the way you teased his balls turned him on even more that it pushed him over the edge, and you could feel his cock twitching between your breasts and then spirts of his warm thick cum raining down onto your breasts and getting on your face and he groaned loudly. "Oh mommy.. fuck.." he cried as his cock slowly thrusted between your breasts until he finished and he let your breasts go and his cock falling from between them.

You licked the cum that landed on your lips and glanced down to see the mess he made on your chest and you stared back up at him. "Such a good boy for mommy." you said with a grin. He smiled widely at your words and reached down to help you back up and pulled you against him as he captured your lips in a kiss. "Thank you, mommy.." he mumbled. "Mm, thank you, daddy." you giggled. Once the two of you cleaned yourselves and hopped out of the shower, you both put your robes on and you started on your nighttime skin routine, Elvis kissed your cheek with a smile and then headed back into the bedroom to check on Ada. "I'll be right out, baby." you whispered, smiling happily to yourself. "Okay, honey." he smiled. When he walked into the bedroom she was still fast asleep and he figured she'd sleep through the night so he decided he'd go take her into her room, he scooped the little bean into arms, smiling down at her as he carried her into her room and carefully laying her in her bed and just as he did she tiredly opened her eyes, still half asleep. "D-Daddy?" she said groggily. "Shh.. Go back to sleep, angel." he whispered. She began to pout and whine softly, reaching out for him. Elvis smiled and sat beside her, combing his fingers through her hair, deciding to sing to her like he always did to help her sleep and the song he always sang was the one he sang to her the day she was born. It had officially become their song and she loved anytime he sung it to her. He began to hum softly to her which had quiet down her fussing and he gently caressed the side of her face with his hand as he began to sing quietly to her.

Evening shadows make me blue, when each weary day is through, how I long to be with you.. My happiness..

He continued to sing softly.

You finished up in the bathroom to see Elvis and Ada were not in the bedroom and then suddenly you heard his soft voice coming from her room and you walked over, quietly standing in the doorway as you smiled listening to Elvis sing her favorite song. The sight of the two of them always made you so happy. When she finally went back to sleep, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, baby." he whispered and you quickly walked back to your bedroom and then he came waltzing in after you with a smile. "I think she might actually sleep a full night in her own room." he grinned. "You really tired her out today." you laughed. He shook his head. "Me? Man, she tired me out. She's somethin'" he laughed as he went and plopped down onto the bed. You chewed on your bottom lip, you couldn't get over what a wonderful father he was and it always just turned you on seeing him being in dad mode, it just made him even more attractive, especially in that sweet moment. It could've just been your hormones, but either way you needed him. You went over to close the bedroom door as you walked back over to Elvis, standing in front of him and slowly unraveling the front of your robe and letting it drop to the floor, he raised an eyebrow and his eyes widen with delight. "W-Whatadya doin', baby?" he asked quietly. "Hush.." you hummed as you unraveled the front of his robe and pulling it back some to reveal his naked body and carefully climbed into his lap, your thighs resting on either side of him, seeing his cock growing hard once again. You smirked at the delicious sight.

You reached down and wrapped your hand around his cock and giving it a few slow strokes until he grew fully hard and then you teased his cock around your tight hole before slowly guiding him inside of you, a soft gasp followed by a moan leaving your lips, he groaned softly as he hands rested flat against the bed as he watched you, swallowing harshly and licking over his lips as you moved down onto his cock until he was fully inside of you and your walls clenching around him, prompting a louder moan to escape you. "Fuck.." you whispered as your hands rested on his shoulders, grasping him tight as you began to slowly bounce on his cock. "Baby.. oh go-" you placed your index finger over his lips to keep him quiet as you fucked him slowly. He clenched his jaw and tilted his head back as he groaned feeling your pussy tighten around him each time you moved up and down. He brought his head back up and baby blue eyes gazed into your eyes before he glanced down to watch your breasts bounce in his face and you smirked grabbing a hold of his head and pushing his face right in between your breasts where you knew he'd never wanna leave and his hands wrapped around you as he buried his face between them, groaning out softly as you continued to fuck him, stirring your hips slowly against him and grinding on his cock. Hearing his muffled groans grow louder. "Mommy.." he moaned between your breasts. He knew he wouldn't last long after what he did in the shower and you could already feel his throbbing cock twitching inside of you and him squirming beneath as his breathing grew heavy.

"Go ahead, baby.. Cum for mommy again.. Give me what I want.." you moaned into his ear as you rode him faster. He whimpered softly between his moans and his hands gripped onto you tight as his eyes rolled back and he let out a loud groan as his second orgasm of the night hit and when you felt him fill you up, you bit down on your bottom lip, moaning happily and fucking him harder until your own orgasm hit and you came on his cock, pulling at his hair and your body convulsing above him until you finished. You reached down to slip his cock out of you and you climbed off his lap and going over to slip on your nightgown as if nothing happened. You giggled softly as you saw the shocked expression on his face. "Holy shit.. W-What was that for?" he said softly. You shrugged. "I just wanted make sure you get some good sleep." you laughed as you walked back over to him and climbed into bed. He shook his head with a smirk. "Jesus.. You never cease to amaze me." he chuckled. He got up to put his pajamas on and then he slipped into bed with you, slipping his arms around your waist and resting his hand over your belly, rubbing it gently as he kissed the side of your face. "I love you so much." he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into your neck. "I love you too, honey. So, so much." you beamed as you reached over to turn the light off and the two of you drifted off to sleep.

The next day was a more relaxing day for the three of you as you decided to do a bit more work in the twins nursery, Elvis wanted to put the twins cribs together himself like he did with Ada's. You were finishing up some of the painting and Ada came running into the room and wrapping her arms around you legs and she pressed a kissed to your belly. You smiled down at her, she was the cutest little thing, she had been so excited to be a big sister. "Do you think the twins would like having some of your old baby toys, honey?" you smiled. She tilted her head up to look at you and she smiled widely. "Yes!" she squealed excitedly. She pulled away and walked over to Elvis who was sitting down on the floor looking at the instructions for the cribs and she hopped on his back, wrapping her little arms around his neck and he let out a soft groan followed by a laugh. "Daddy can you get the toys?" she asked sweetly. He nodded slowly, giving one of hands a small pat. "Of course, baby." he said softly as he carefully got up with her still on his back. "You comin' upstairs with daddy to the attic?" he asked with a smile, knowing the answer already. "No.. It's scary up there, daddy." she said softly. He laughed and carefully set her down. "Alright, little one." he grinned as he headed out of the room and upstairs to the attic to find the box of her old baby toys.

As he was looking through some of the boxes upstairs and finding the toys, he also came across an old tape of the Comeback Special and he smiled because it seemed like a lifetime ago, he grabbed the box and the tape and he headed back downstairs to the twins nursery, setting the box on the floor. "Look what I found!" he said happily, holding up the tape. You glanced over at him and smiled, seeing the tape in his hand. "What is that?" you asked. "It's the Comeback Special! We should watch it and show Ada here how the two of us met." he beamed. You giggled softly. "Oh gosh. What do you say, Addy? Do you wanna see how mommy and daddy met?" you grinned. She bounced up and down happily, nodding her head. Elvis scooped her up into arms and the three of you headed downstairs to the living room. You sat down on the couch and Elvis plopped Ada down beside you and she laid her head on your belly, you slipped an arm around her, brushing her hair with your hand as Elvis put the tape in and then sat beside the both of you as he started it. The moment it started playing and Elvis came on the screen Ada lifted her little head up in shock as she looked at him sitting beside her and then looking at him on the tv screen. "That's daddy?" she said so surprised. You laughed softly, realizing she's never seen him without his longer hair and sideburns, and he was a bit older now. Elvis shook his head and chuckled at her reaction. "I know, I was much better lookin' back then.." he said softly.

You reached over and playfully hit Elvis. "Hush, you are are still handsome." you nodded. Ada climbed into his lap and gave him a kiss on the cheek, smiling as she settled into his lap. "Where's mommy?" she asked. "She was in the crowd." he responded. "Yeah, not for long though because daddy saw me and the rest was history." you giggled, reaching over to take his hand into yours and your fingers intertwining together as he smiled at you. You let out a content sigh as the three of you continued to watch. It had truly felt like a lifetime ago since the two of you met and even though you met in the most unconventional way, little did you know that very moment at the Comeback Special your life was going to change. There was no denying that the two of you fell in love at first sight and despite the craziness of your relationship in the beginning and the fights, the two of you made it out stronger than ever. You've been married for five years, you've got a child and two more on the way, something you had never expected to happen especially with Elvis of all people. But you wouldn't trade it for the world. The 68' Comeback Special would always hold a special place for the both of you, for the revival of Elvis' career and true love that blossomed the moment he laid his eyes on you.

Just as long as I'm with you, my happiness...

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