#YOUR ART STYLE IS SO PLEASING I WANT TO ROLL AROUND IN IT UNTIL I DECOMPOSE

[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Sosuke Aizen.

When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.

“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.

Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.

“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.

“You are lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.

When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.

Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.

“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.

You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.

You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.

“You’re so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.

When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.

Gin Ichimaru.

This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.

He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.

Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.

“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.

You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.

“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.

“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.

Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.

But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.

“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.

“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.

Urahara Kisuke.

Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.

“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.

“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.

“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.

He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.

No one is going to give you oral the way he does.

“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.

“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.

As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.

“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

tags: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @stygianoir @brittscafe my way to apologize for the late updates❤️

#aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen x reader #aizen sosuke smut #aizen x y/n #aizen x you #bleach smut #urahara x reader #urahara kisuke smut #urahara kisuke x reader #kisuke x reader #bleach x female reader #kisuke urahara x reader #gin ichimaru x reader #ichimaru gin x reader #gin x reader #gin ichimaru #gin ichimaru smut

[shatterinseconds]

Hoverbike

Inspired by @froopa-coopa’s art from a few months ago

After three years stuck in space, and another two roaming the galaxy leading the Blade of Marmora on relief missions, Keith’s hoverbike fell into major disrepair. The hot desert air and sand gunked the machine enough for it to spit black fumes when Keith tried to kickstart it again. That had been a week ago, where after visiting Lance’s family in Cuba for a month they decided to head to Keith’s shack for some needed alone time, but the new parts finally arrived, and Lance was unfortunately jostled awake way too early in the morning to “help.”

He sits cross legged on top of the hoverbike while Keith works underneath. They trade short conversations back and forth, mostly Lance guiding them. But a large part is spent in silence, knowing that the other is there in close range being enough for them. Lance doesn’t mind. He gets to enjoy the warm sun on face and think of his family and realize how glad he is to be back on Earth for an indefinite stay this time. 

Keith slides out with grease smeared on his cheek and hair bunched up from welding goggles. It’s a super cute look. Too bad Lance’s phone is charging inside. Keith stretches up his hand above, waving it around a bit, wordlessly.

“What do you want, Mullet?” Lance leans forward, bracing his hands on the leather seat so he doesn’t fall off accidentally.

“Over there. Tool box,” Keith finally uses his words, a bit exasperated, which causes Lance to roll his eyes. It’s not Lance’s fault they never met an alien race that could grant them mind reading powers—which would have been so cool.

Instead, he mumbles, “I don’t speak mechanic.” But he still digs around in the tool box, having a vague idea after watching Hunk for years and Keith more recently. A note of triumph echoes in the back of his throat as he finds the potential tool. “This?” he asks as he leans over the bike, Spiderman style, staring at Keith upside down. He holds out what he thinks is a screwdriver but with an odd shaped head. 

“Yeah.” Keith grabs the screwdriver without so much as an ounce of gratitude but Lance doesn’t care. He huffs a laugh until Keith pops back out, remembering himself. “Thanks.”

Lance grins and taps his lips. “You forgot something else.”

“I smell like motor oil. You don’t want a kiss.”

“I always want a kiss, Mullet,” Lance says with ease. His smile grows, almost starting to stretch wide enough to hurt. “If I can soldier through your bad morning breath, I can handle this.”

Keith grumbles something unintelligible but sits up enough that he and Lance are mere inches away now. “You have the bad morning breath,” he mumbles as he pulls Lance towards him. A grimy hand gently cups his face. The smell of sweat, hard work, and engine grease scratch the inside of Lance’s nose. And yet, it’s in his top five of Keith kisses—right up there with their first kiss, their post-sex kisses, and that time Keith caught him by surprise during a Coalition banquet because jealousy had started to get the better of him.

Lance digs his hands into Keith’s tangled hair, pushing back the goggles, and deepens the kiss. Keith’s free hand slides to Lance’s waist, stabilizing him so they don’t both crash to the ground. Every place Keith touches buzzes from the warm contact. Those fingerless gloves brush over a smooth patch of skin, exposed by his shirt falling forward and catching under his armpits. Keith pulls on his lower lip before separating, biting down in a way that causes Lance to mutter a curse and for Keith to break out into a pleased grin.

“See,” Lance says as he knocks his forehead against Keith’s. His chest heaves from the lack of air. Keith always makes him breathless, quite literally most of the time. “You almost missed out on that.”

Shaking his head, Keith laughs. “I’m glad I didn’t.” He pecks Lance’s lips one more time before he disappears under the bike again and Lance returns to lying on top, very content.

#klance #voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #klance fic #keith x lance #my writing #starting your year off with klance!

[nikki-tine]

Pretty hastily slapped together, but here's a comm sheet for those who were wondering about the prices in my pinned post! I'm a little nervous about taking comms from social media again, but I'm open to it as my family needs the money so often now...

More recently, I've taken to working on iPad - this will be a more common thing as the summer months roll around and it becomes too stuffy to stick to my PC for working on art.

Here's what I CAN do, for the moment:

Cute, simple designs - Pokemon and simple (rookie-level or earlier) Digimon are a strong suit of mine, but if you have a wonderfully simple OC I can work with too then it'll do!

Cats. I loooove drawin' cats! If you have a Warriors OC, chances are I can draw em.

Fluffy stuff overall! (As long as it's simple enough, obviously - Fluff is another comfort thing I looove to work with. This means literal fluffy stuff like fuzzy animals/critters, and figurative fluff like cuddles and tickles!)

Sans!! (No seriously, I funkin love drawin' sans. If you got a Sans I can draw, I will happily draw him!)

Here's what I CAN'T do, for the moment, on the other hand:

NSFW art (This is because a) there's minors who follow this blog - I have to keep that stuff away (and keep them safe)! and b) I'm not ready to take NSFW commissions, and probably won't be a for a while.)

Heavy gore and themes (It's a lot to work with, and it's not something I personally dabble in if at all, so the result would NOT be to your liking if I tried more than likely lol)

Intricate Detail (I have my reasons for this! My wrist has been acting up more often in the last few years and so intricate detail is... overwhelming for me, right now, outside of personal work. It's just not a strong suit of mine, as much as I'd love it to be - it's not quite a part of the art style as it is right now.)

Added notes:

- I have the right to decline a commission if it either makes me uncomfortable to work with it or otherwise is overwhelming. That is to say, if one artist can't achieve what you're looking for then usually that's an indicator to hold onto your money for a bit until you find the right person!

I send the paypal link at the halfway point (the sketch, just before lineart) normally - but if you want to pay upfront, then please let me know. (I don't wait until the piece is completely done as a safety measure to ensure the person commissioning me doesn't nab the piece and run lol)

I CANNOT REFUND ONCE THE COMMISSION IS PAID FOR. The money goes STRAIGHT into family-related necessities like bills and groceries, and I absolutely CANNOT afford to return money when we are consistently struggling to even get food for the house, nevermind commissions. (It's also just kinda mean?? :c)

I am on commission burnout - what this means is that my work may take longer than usual to get done, but I hold to my word that I get it done no matter how long it takes. If you need the piece done as priority, then make sure you specify when giving the details for your commission! (I do best, however without a time limit or deadline to work with.)

As of right now, I'm practically (metaphorically) crying for simple designs due to this burnout! I need something I can just fly through to get done so I don't stress myself out further on a queue that's been waiting to be done for a hot second.

#If y'all need to check if my comms are open please remember to check my pinned post first before asking in DMs or asks! #art #nikki-tine #commissions #comm sheet #commission sheet #commission details #chibies #chibi art #digital art #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle community #commission work

[lesbianslvt666]

Please please part two of road trip, I crave it

Road Trip?

College au!

Mean! athlete!Ellie x trying to stand up for herself! Kind of an art major?(f)reader lmao

Ofc not proof read

(Btw, I don’t know the credits of the photos I use for these, so if they are yours or you know who are these from, pls dm so that I can add them, thanks <3)

pt 1 pt 3 pt 4 pt 5

Synopsis: Ellie and you are roommates in your shared dorm, both in different majors, you ever see each other when it comes to be at the dorm, on parties or with Dina, your shared best friend. At first Ellie was nice, always kept to herself but never mean, until she got her first college girlfriend, everyone keep telling you how much she looked like you, including Dina. So when Ellie "cheated" on her ex, her reputation went from friendly reserved football player, to fuck girl, "I got all the girls" asshole, or so it seemed to you…

Aight, I have been writing this while being in exam season, sooooo, sorry if this is shit lmao.

Also, another thing to note here is that there are some outfits on the future for YN here that I describe, normally don’t like to do that, cause maybe you don’t feel like that style fits you or whatever, so feel free to change that in your mind (also I don’t mind if you tag me on your own fit inspos, or send them 2 me?? I love fashion lmao) however, I do describe some for story purposes orrrrrr just cause I imagined YN waring something like that?? Idk lmao that’s it, I am just nervous lol.

I put up my yellow tinted glasses in my head while I entered the ban.

"holly fuck" I looked to my right, the small kitchenette, the drivers cabin.

to the left a very spacious corridor with a couch that could be built as a bed. in front of it, a tv that you could hide behind some cabinets.

further left, there was a small room. I approach the door to open it, a toilet, and a shower, very small, but better than nothing.

there was a door past that. Opening the door showed a big king sized bed. underneath space for storage, and some pretty reading lights to the sides of the bed. how the fuck are we four gonna fit here?

"fuck, it's so big right" Dinna was dancing around throwing herself in the spacious couch.

"bigger than my dorm for sure" I plop beside her.

Ellie, who had insisted on taking my luggage. Entered the van breathless from coming downstairs with it.

"you know, when you told me it was heavy? I thought you were joking" I rolled my eyes, standing up to help her get both our suitcases up the van.

"so... Jesse and I have already use some of the storage underneath the bed for our own things... there is some more beside de bathroom, and even more underneath this couch." her face showing a bit of remorse. giving away the fact that they had already claimed the room for themselves.

"look, we are gonna be here for two weeks, we can change the room to the sofa after the first week, yall get the grand finale!!" she was looking Ellie, with an innocent smile, her eyes tilted downwards a bit.

"is not all bad tho, look!" Jesse drew the couch revealing a queen sized bed. "see? Is not that big as the king, but yall get it next week." with a cheeky smile, he hold Dina from behind towards him and jumped in the couch. "umm… so comfortable…" I looked from Dina, to Jesse, to Ellie, I raised an eyebrow. "so… we'll be sharing bed?" I pointed back and forward, from Ellie to me, back to Ellie, back to me.

"well, yeah, unless one of yall wanna sleep on the passenger seat"

when Jesse was saying that, Dina pushed me to the room, and closed the door behind her. she was fidgeting with her fingers, "look, baby, I know you don’t like Ellie, and its gonna be a bit uncomfortable." she said while guiding me to the bed, sitting down and patting the space beside her.

"Jesse and I want some privacy... we are a couple after all." she was now bouncing her leg up and down, cleaning the sweat from her hands on her denim short shorts.

"look I am sorry… pretty please? I know Ellie is not a bad person and she won't hurt you, and if she tries something you know you can always tell me and-"

my mind was going 100 miles per hour, does she thinks I am kid? Of course I know that she was going to sleep with her boyfriend. I stopped her on her rant with my hand on her knee, also to calm down the bouncing.

"Dina, I am an adult not a kid. I knew you where gonna sleep with you boyfriend and I wasn’t expecting anything else, why are you-" she cut me off now. "is just, I don’t want you to not wanna come with us, and that you feel like I let Ellie drag you here for me. even tho it was her idea... I mean I do want you here but I-"

I put my hand in her mouth. my head was now spinning, "first of all Dina, I am not here cause Ellie dragged me, I wanted to come… with you…?" the last part sank in "her idea you said?" my eyebrow raised, my hand fell from her mouth "didn’t she told you?" her eyebrows curbed up, her face hit up, "she said it was your idea Dina…" silence fell "oops…?"

"Hey Dina! YN! I am driving to the nearest 7/11 to get some snacks, want something?" as soon as jesse said that, Dina jumped out of the bed, running towards the passenger seat, connecting her phone to the speakers and playing some music, I was left thinking, and soon enough we arrived to the 7/11, both Dina and Jesse went to get us things, Ellie went down to load some gas

I went out of the room, starting to put my clothes away, underneath the storage cabinets of the couch/bed. soon enough ellie was back

Why did she lied? There was no reason to do so, could've just say something like. "look we might be roommates for the next three years to come and I wanna make the passes with you. or, hey I wanna start again, let's be friends. or, we want to be four instead of three to split the bills more evenly" or whatever.

"shit!"

"fuck YN, what happened, are you okay?" Ellie kneeled down beside me. her eyes fell to my hands, the sting growing.

"crap, yeah I am fine, I caught my finger in the drawer when I closed it."

Ellie tried to take my hand but I sat down, gaining some distance from her. "I am fine, don’t worry, I was just distracted."

Ellies veiny hands were now stroking up and down her strong forearms. "shit, let me help you, you have any more clothes to put away?" her eyes where scanning still over my body, I came back to my posture, my hand hurting less and less. "don’t baby me Williams. I am fine, for real."

she rolled her eyes at that, planting on her feet when she stood up, looking down at me. "whatever, you are such bitch when you want to"

I rolled my eyes at her, my face felt hot. how fucking dare she call me a fucking bitch? I didn’t even said it in a mean tone... or did I?

I frowned my eyebrows, standing up and getting closer to her face. "fuck you, like you aren't worse than me."

she came closer this time, mare inches from me. I could smell her incredible scent, some of my baby hairs tickling her face from the proximity.

"I was just trying to be nice. tell me doll, a time I was more dreadful than you." well shit, if you ask!

I crooked my head to the side, looking at her eyes. expecting for her to be looking at me challengingly, but, her eyes were on my lips. I licked them drawing her attention back to my eyes afterwards

"the time where you ask me to get out of my class to bring you another pair of "cleats"." my fingers up making emphasis on the name. "well maybe if you didn’t doll yourself up with your pretty little high knee boots on a rainy weather." she interrupted me before I could finish.

Fall was starting. the weather in Seattle cold and humid. my brown leather boots splashing underneath the glistening floor. the splashes of the water beneath my soles weting the hem of my bell jeans. I was sprinting now, trying to get to Ellies practice on time. I looked at my watch, flicking my left wrist to my sight line, fuck, I am so late, I am so late.

From afar I could see her figure coming with her teammates. their chat was loud and I could hear their bright laughs from across the campus.

Ellie seamed mad, she wasn’t talking to none of the other girls. walking straight ahead with a look that could bury six feet deep, "Ellie! Fuck, I am sorry I am late, shit!" I came running as fast as I could, getting closer to her. "I don’t need you anymore" her eyes weren't even looking at me. "well damn, I was in class when you called me... came running all the way here while raining and trying not to fall" I was gasping for air. "whatever, your hero run is useless, the match is over." she tried pushing past me. I put a hand on her shoulder. "fuck you! here, your fucking trainers." I put her shoes on her chest, the nasty look she gave me would've intimidate me if I wasn’t so mad. I started to walk, "cleats" she said loud so that I could hear her "what the fuck?" I turned. I could feel hot air coming out of my god damn ears and nose. "they are not shoes, they are called cleats." her smug know it all smirk was enough for me. walking fast to get mare inches from her face, trying to reach upwards so that we could be in front of each other. "fuck you Williams. next time you call me in the middle of the class to go all the way from my class hall to the fifteen minute walk towards the dorms... on the fucking rain! and then come all the way to the courts! which mind you. is a thirty minute walk... make sure to call me at least forty five minutes in advance." she was quiet.

"and not to get mad at me when I can't get your fucking things in ten minutes" i said a bit les loud.

"well princess. next time don’t be so fucking slow, maybe if you did some exercise once in a while you could've done it faster" oh she did not…

"or what about the time you call me to pretend to be your date at that party to scare off your stalker and turned out on me. you left me half the party alone when you went smoking with your friends"

"or the time that one girl thought we were together after you fucked her at another party... and when she came crying and screaming you let me to solve your! fucking! problem! with her." her eyes grew, the memory flooded her vison. "fuck well that was different, I told you I didn’t had sex with her! she kissed me and then told the entire school that I dick and dash!" "YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE A DICK!" "well not a real one, but that is exactly my point too!" her voice was a bit more high pitch, her hands going straight for her hair, "shit fine, I know you’ve got more, we are even…"

"why where you so upset tho? So distracted?" ellie now looking out the window, checking on Dina and Jesse that where still picking things up.

"i don’t know, I mean yeah I do know, but I am confused…" I was looking from my hands to the window avoiding her. "what do you mean?" she looked at me, her eyebrows furrowed. "just something that Dina said that took me by surprise" Ellie looked so confused, her eyes scanning my face. "she said that… me coming wasn’t her idea" Ellies eyes opened wide "it was yours?" silence fell between us. Her eyes now everywhere but me, her hands fidgeting and her feet bouncing "no, I mean, yes but not, well technically yes?" I interrupted her "why did you lied tho? I mean, why not tell me you wanted me here, maybe, I don’t know, you wanna make up from you being mean, or you just wanted to be nice?" I was now the one coming closer to her, stepping with every word until our shoes touched, she was looking at me. " I don’t wanna be nice to you princess. I didn’t wanted you to come with us, I offered it to Dina because I am a nice friend, that’s all."

her eyes went from my lips to my eyes, back and forth, her voice trembling, her veiny hands traveling to my hips.

the words she spoke would've hurt me if I didn’t knew her enough. without thoughts my own hands went straight to her waist. she pull me in closer, her grip stronger, our breaths getting more agitated. Our chest rising and falling so that sometimes our clothed breast slammed together. I might hate Williams, but she looked just so good... the last sunlight making her skin glow in a very delicate way. her freckles shining so preciously, highlighting all her features. her rough eyebrows with her sexy slit, her delicious lips that I longed to kiss since the last time.

"wanna kiss me Williams?" my voice sounded way smaller than I expected, but she heard it. "I wanna do more than that to you doll." she was so close, her lips almost touching mine, I wanted to close the kiss so bad but I was gonna make her work for that. I slowly moved my head a bit backwards her own face starting to chase after me. when she realised what I was doing she groaned, her hands roughly reaching for my ass, groping it hard. I let out a whimper, my cheeks glowing red but I didn’t care, she was so close to kissing me, I didn’t let her.

I went straight to her neck, placing warm and wet butterfly kisses all over it. Ellie let out some soft breaths, she was trying hard not to show how much she was enjoying. my grip on her waist softened, my hands travelled towards her breast. softly stroking them on top of her shirt. "fuck" now we were talking.

as soon as she let that moan out I smiled on her neck, and she took that opportunity to take me from my own. her large hand covering almost all of it, pressing hard. "Ellie…" shit. her smug face was so close to kissing me. she knew I liked being choke, hell, she knew almost all my fantasies. oversharing after parties and smoking weed together before she started to be mean. earned some very explicit talks.

"what the fuck?" the door opened fast and aggressively. "I can't believe it!" Ellie and I jumped from each other. I stumble to the couch and Ellie went walking to the little kitchen. I sat down crossing my legs, there was no other way to do so cause the ache between my legs was too painful, too good…

"LOOK! NINE DOLLARS. NINE FUCKING DOLLARS. FOR ONE, ONE! PACK OF MALVOROS!" Dina was screaming. furious, seemingly not realizing what just went down between Ellie and I. "damn, how many did you bought?" Ellies question earned a chuckle from Jesse. "four packs." Jesse said "and nothing less than two lighters." Dina plopped down on the couch. letting the plastic bags on the little table in front of it. grabbing one of the packs and a pink lighter "it was good deal okay? 25 cents each lighter? You kidding?" she lit the cigarette in between her speech. passing the pack to me, I took one, I was going insane from earlier and I needed some relief.

"well ladies, I am gonna take a pack to the front, yall can keep the other three" Jesse took the opened pack taking one cig in his lips, extending the hand to Dina "my lady, would you like to be my co-pilot for the evening?" the cig hanging from his lip.

Both took off for the driving cabin, I stood there smoking and looking at the window, Ellie doing the same, sitting on the other side of the couch, the music blasting.

After a couple of minutes, two beers down and half a pack of cigs, both Ellie and I were just dancing to Dinas music, the ambiance was beautiful, the sunset beaming through the windows, satanist by boygenious playing, the four of us singing so loud, Ellie took my hands on her, her feet bouncing side to side, my own trying to pick up on her poor dancing skills, I could hear Dinas laugh from behind us, our ugly dance moves making her laugh even harder.

One hour passed, I wanted to keep on dancing but I my feet were screaming for me to sit down, for at least a few minutes, Ellie, like a psychic, came closer to me, placing a water bottle in front of my face, I took it while looking at her beautiful eyes, the blue hour tinting everything beautifully, it felt like I was In a dream, and I did not wanted to wake up from it. 

This was supposed to be longer but I didn’t wanted you guys to wait more, I love writing this story, is so warm and flirty. Also I choose for it to be 5 parts cause I want all the smut in individual chapters, so you know where to go when you wanna read them :))

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[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Three: Is It So Strange?

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 10, 753 words

Warnings: 18+ Honestly there isn't anything too crazy. Tons of flirting, cursing, smoking, tons of fluff and cuteness, tiny bit angst towards the end and hint of smut. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Hi besties! So, I want to start off by saying this was way longer than intended that I actually didn't get to the very angsty parts I wanted to. So, I'll be adding that to the next chapter which will be drama filled and angsty. If you think that by the end of this chapter that these two will be together.. Well, I'm sorry to break the news.. Not quite yet. But I hope you enjoy this chapter of Elvis being super cute and tons of flirting and will they/won't they situations. I'm sorry once again for the slowburn of this story. But trust me when I say, the smut WILL be worth the wait! As always possible spelling errors! (Since they're in Vegas figured I'd change the cover art for this.)

Pretty Baby series

“Holy shit!” Rebecca thought to herself as she walked onto the Lisa Marie. She had never seen an airplane like this before. There was no doubt in her mind that his plane belonged to Elvis Presley. It seemed so surreal that someone was flying in such a style, but it didn’t surprise her at all with the way he dressed. Elvis and the guys couldn’t help but laugh amongst themselves as they saw the look of shock and awe on Rebecca’s face as she slowly walked into the main cabin. Elvis followed behind her with a smile and placed a hand against her lower back and she turned to face him with the same shocked expression which made that hiccuping laugh escape Elvis. 

“You wanna little tour?” he asked. 

She smiled at him and nodded. “Please?” she hummed. Elvis gave her a small nod and now slipped his arm around her waist and began to lead the way for the tour of his plane, starting with taking her to the cockpit to meet the pilot. Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that no matter who worked for him or who he met he was always so personable with everyone and they all seemed to really love him. She admired that and only furthered her comfort around him. After speaking with the pilot Elvis continued on with the tour, showing her the dining room and lounge area. She couldn’t believe that his airplane was basically a mini house and all she could think about is what Graceland looked like. Once he showed her the bathrooms she went right over to the gold sink and she looked at him as she touched it. 

“Is this real gold?!” she asked. 

Elvis laughed and nodded. “Sure is, honey.” he beamed. 

She laughed and stood back by his side and shook her head because only he would have a gold sink. Elvis grabbed her hand excitedly and led her toward the last part of the tour; his private bedroom. She looked around the room and then up at him. 

“Only you would have a bedroom on a plane.” she giggled, rolling her eyes. 

“My home away from home.” he uttered softly. 

She smiled at him and went over to the bed and plopped down onto it and bounced up and down slowly curious as to how comfortable it was. Elvis just smiled at her. He loved seeing how impressed people were with his things. “Comfortable enough for ya, honey?” Elvis teased. 

“It feels pretty comfortable.” she responded. 

“Good.. It’s yours to sleep in since it’ll be a few hours until we’re in Vegas.” Elvis smiled. 

“Thank you.” she said softly as she looked around the room spotting some records and she stood up and walked over to them and began to sift through them. Elvis walked up beside her. 

“Anything in there you listen to?” he asked curiously 

She shrugged and shot him a small grin. “I may see a few things.” she hummed before taking her attention off the records and deciding to head back out with the rest of the guys, but Elvis grabbed her hand before she could go anywhere. 

“Wait a minute, baby… Where ya goin’?” he furrowed his brow. 

“I don’t want your friends getting the wrong idea if we’re in here too long together, Elvis.” she replied, rolling her eyes at him calling her baby now.

“Don’t worry ‘bout them. We’ll keep the door open if that’ll make you feel better?” Elvis suggested. 

Rebecca exhaled softly and nodded at his words. “Okay, fine.” she mumbled. 

He smiled. “Good. I want you to listen to a song I recently recorded. I want your opinion on it.” he said as he searched through the small crate of records, finding the 45 he was looking for and putting it on the turntable. Rebecca raised an eyebrow as she sat back down on the bed, wondering what the song could be that he wanted her opinion on. He carefully placed the needle onto the groove of the record and the small hum and crackles of the record began to play before the soft sounds of Elvis’ voice rang through the speakers as he sang ‘It’s Midnight’. 

Now Rebecca had heard his music in passing from her parents and other people of his generation, but she never actually sat and listened to his voice because she never cared enough. People her age didn't really listen to his music. She didn’t dig it. She always heard his mainstream songs and they just never spoke to her. Even as they’ve gotten to know each other she still hadn’t really listened to him. So when she heard him singing this song she perked up a bit and it was as if she was hearing him for the very first time, truly hearing him. The bravado of his voice, the small cracks of it, the emotion he had put into the song and it struck a nerve with her. Elvis stood watching each expression of her face, she was always hard to read but he could tell that she was completely lost within the song. He knew if anyone was going to be completely honest with him, it was her. As it came to an end the two of them sat in the silence that fell before them for a moment the chattering sounds of the guys talking muffled in the background as Rebecca and Elvis stared at one another. 

“Well? What did ya think? And be honest.” Elvis said. 

“Hmm… Can you play it one more time for me?” she muttered with a smile. 

Elvis nodded and flashed her a smile back as he restarted the record and now Rebecca got comfortable and slipped off shoes and climbed further onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She needed to hear it again to really take it all in. Elvis followed her lead and since the door was open he knew she needn’t worry as he climbed into bed and sat beside her as they listened to the song once more together. She glanced over at him and didn’t say a word, she trusted him and knew there wouldn’t be any funny business, so she got a bit more comfortable sitting beside him as she focused on the song even more, closing her eyes as she listened to the lyrics closely. 

Funny how things have a way of 

looking so much brighter in the daylight

I ought to go to bed 

To try and straighten out my head 

And just forget you 

Oh, but it’s midnight..

And I miss you.

Rebecca opened her eyes and glanced up at Elvis with a curious look upon her face. “Did you write this? Who is this about?” she asked softly. Elvis chuckled softly as he scratched his face gently, shaking his head. 

“I didn’t write it.. No. It’s not about anyone or anything to do with me personally.” he answered. 

She nodded slowly. “There’s just… There’s so much emotion in your voice when you sing it, that it sounds as if you’re singing it to someone in particular. It’s beautiful. It’s sad, but beautiful. I-I didn’t know you could sing like that. I love it, I really do. I’m impressed.” she hummed with a grin which made Elvis chuckle. 

“Well, I do think that is the first time I’ve impressed you and the first time you’ve given me a compliment.” he laughed. Rebecca rolled her eyes and nudged him with her elbow. 

“Don’t get used to it. Wouldn’t want you getting a big head now.” she teased. 

“It’s too late for that, baby. So.. You really meant what ya said? You love it?” he smiled. 

“Mhm.. I meant every word, Elvis. It’s a beautiful song and you’ve got a beautiful voice.” she hummed. That brought a wider smile to his face. 

“Thank you.” he mumbled as the song once again came to an end and Rebecca quickly got up to play it for a third time and climbed back into the bed to sit beside him and two of them sat in silence just listening to the song together. It was pretty late on the east coast and Rebecca didn’t realize just how tired she was and as the plane was finally taking off she began to feel the heaviness in her eyes and her head slowly tilting to the side and resting onto Elvis’ shoulder as she began to doze off to the sound of his voice. Elvis looked down at her and smiled to himself as he watched her nuzzle into his shoulder and her eyes fluttering shut and a few strands of her hair falling in front of her face. Elvis carefully slipped an arm around her and he held her carefully and with his other hand he reached up to brush the small strands of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. The soft crackle and hum of the needle hitting against the record played over and over once the song had ended and Elvis just watched Rebecca sleep, studying her face as he did whenever he would catch himself staring at her. Her soft features became even softer as she slept that he couldn’t help but graze the pad of his thumb against her rosy, supple cheek which caused her to move a bit and nuzzle even more into him and slip her small arms around his arm. Elvis beamed happily. 

“You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on..” he whispered under his breath as he began to hum an old song he sang way back when. One line of the song leaves his lips in a hushed tone as he continues to caress her cheek. “Is it so strange, to be in love with you?” He exhaled softly, the months that he had gotten to know her began to stir up feelings in him that he hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. But he wasn’t sure how she felt about him. She was always so hard to read and when she constantly referred to him as a friend it only made things harder to read from her end. Does she really just think of me as a friend? Or is that just her way of hiding her true feelings? Either way, he knew what he felt and there was no way to get rid of it. He wanted her and he’d do anything to get what he wanted. 

His gaze slowly fell to her lips that were the shade of the light pink lipstick she always wore that he loved. Thoughts of kissing her at the end of each of their dates always had crossed his mind, but he knew all too well that she’d slap the shit out of him if he tried. Which made him chuckle just at the thought of it. But now those pesky thoughts of his lips against her ran through his mind and he hesitantly leaned down toward her and got close enough that his lips hovered over hers that he could feel the warmth of her breath blowing against his lips and then he carefully, slowly pressed his lips against hers giving her the gentlest little kiss and he pulled back feeling content and his smile beaming because of how badly he had been wanting to do that. He tightened his hold around her waist as he tilted his head back against the bed frame and closed his eyes in hopes of maybe getting a few hours of rest himself. 

Unbeknownst to Elvis, she was a light sleeper and his constant caressing of her cheek had woken her up a bit that she heard all the words he had whispered to her and felt the kiss he left on her lips. She opened her eyes and slowly tilted her head up to look at him. She had a puzzled look on her face, trying to process what she had heard and what she had felt from that little kiss. One of those feelings being that he had the softest lips she had ever felt. The other feeling was confusion or maybe confliction as she pondered those last words he mumbled. Love? He couldn’t possibly be in love with me.. We’ve only known each other for a few months.That’s insane. 

She had never been this close to any man, one that wasn’t gay anyway. She had never trusted someone as much as she trusted him or opened up more than she had with him. She felt close to him. They were similar but different in so many ways. There was no denying there was some chemistry between them, but she didn’t want anything more than a friendship. Anything more scared her because she didn’t want to lose what they had as friends. He was someone she could confide in and have deep conversations with and she was someone he could share parts of himself that he never had before. Someone who didn’t sugarcoat things with him. Who always said what was exactly on her mind even when he didn’t ask for it. 

Rebecca continued to stare at him with the same puzzled look on her face as her thoughts ran wild. But decided rather than dwelling on these feelings, these thoughts that she’d just try to get back to sleep. As much as she tried she just couldn’t silence her thoughts enough to sleep. By the time she finally had gotten herself back to sleep she was suddenly being woken up again by the sound of his voice and him lightly shaking her awake.

“Rebecca, honey, wake up.. We’re here, baby..” he whispered softly. 

She tiredly opened her eyes to the sight of him staring at her and she rubbed her hand against her tired eyes, forgetting that she had mascara on. “W-What? Already??” she asked groggily. Elvis chuckled at her sleepy words. 

“Yes.. C’mon..” Elvis hummed as he helped her out of the bed and she let out a soft groan as she swatted at him. 

“I can get out of bed on my own.” she said in a sharp tone, wanting to make things seem normal and pretend as if she didn’t hear him profess his love. 

Elvis smirked and held his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay.. You freshen up and I’ll wait out in the main cabin.” he said with a smile before he headed out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. She took a deep breath as she was fully awake now, soothed out her dress and slipped her shoes on and headed into the small bathroom he had in the bedroom and seeing how smeared her mascara was she quickly washed her face and tried to wipe some of it away so that she at least looked decent for the drive to the hotel; until she could really freshen up. She quickly fixed her hair and headed out of the bedroom and toward the main cabin where she saw Elvis and the guys standing preparing to unboard from the plane, she walked up beside him letting out a soft yawn. Elvis smiled when he saw her and slipped an arm around her small waist. Rebecca folded her arms over her chest and tried to slip out of his grasp but he had a tight hold on her and now she began to tense up and her mind going back to what happened just a few hours ago. She felt that if she distanced herself from him maybe those feelings of his for her would go away. Elvis noticed how tense she suddenly was and he raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at her. 

“Everything okay, honey?” he whispered to her. 

She looked up at him and nodded slowly, putting on a smile. “Everything is great.” she hummed. He nodded and returned a smile and now he took her hand as they began to unboard the plane, some of the guys walking out first while the rest followed behind the two of them. Rebecca looked around and inhaled the fresh air of Vegas and felt the change of temperature that she certainly wasn’t used to and now she wasn’t really worried about what happened and more focused on the excitement she felt of being in Vegas. She couldn’t wait to see the famous Vegas strip and some of the casinos. Once they got down the stairs Elvis took her hand once again and the two of them walked toward the fancy Cadillac that waited for them as their bags were being loaded into the two other cars behind it that some of the guys were getting into while Joe and Jerry shared the Cadillac with the two of them. She rolled the window down as they began to drive off to the International so she could get a better view of everything and she happily stared out the window and Elvis chuckled to himself seeing her excitement which he thought was cute. 

“You’ve really never been to Vegas?” he said softly. 

“Nope. Never.” she responded as she stared up at all big flashing lights that beamed throughout the strip and lit up the night sky. “I thought New York was amazing.. But this is a whole other level.” she said with a soft laugh. Elvis shook his head with a smile.

“It sure is somethin’ when you see it for the first time. Some of the guys' wives and girlfriends will be here. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind takin’ you out on the town.” Elvis muttered. Rebecca turned to look at him and she smiled warmly. 

“I’m guessing it’s not going to be easy for us to go anywhere here, huh?” she questioned.

Elvis gave her a small shrug. “That’s the price I pay being Elvis Presley. If I could I’d love to take you out ‘round town myself if it weren't for us possibly being mobbed.” he said softly.

Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for him because he couldn’t go out or do anything like normal people do or have fun the way normal people do. He always had to either pay to get a place to himself or go after hours. She couldn’t understand how he could deal with that on a daily basis. She studied his face for a moment and she could see the sadness on it. She reached over and placed her hand over his and gave it a gentle pat. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m just excited to be here and actually see an Elvis Presley concert for the first time. I hear he’s a riot!” she teased trying to cheer him up and it did because a crooked little grin formed on his lips. 

“I hear he does alright..” he smirked. As she went to move her hand away he grabbed it quickly and held it tight and the two of them looked at one another and shared a smile. He appreciated that it didn’t upset her that they couldn’t do normal things together as much as he wanted to. She turned her attention back toward the window and studying this whole new world that was Las Vegas as they approached the hotel they made sure to park in the back entrance as the two other cars followed behind and as they got all the luggage situated as Joe and Jerry got Elvis and Rebecca inside and onto the elevator. Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that pictures and flyers and merchandise of Elvis were everywhere. If you had any doubt who was in town the hotel would be sure to remind you. This was the first time she was experiencing the stardom that was Elvis and being in his element. As they got onto the floor of his suite Elvis led the way with Rebecca by his side keeping her close. She was so busy looking all around that she hadn’t even noticed him holding onto her hips. They stopped once they approached his suite door. 

“So, where’s my room?” she asked as she raised an eyebrow. 

“I figured you’d just stay in the suite with me, honey.” he said nonchalantly. 

Rebecca scoffed and furrowed her brows as she pulled away from him and placed her hands on her hips. “Nice try.. Just because I fell asleep next to you on the plane doesn’t mean I’m sharing a bed with you, Elvis.” she said sternly. 

Elvis chuckled and shook his head.

“Now who said anything about us sharing a bed, baby? There’s an extra room for you.” he said with a smirk. 

Rebecca felt embarrassed now and could feel her face turning red because of her assumption, she quickly cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the guys snicker. “Oh.. Well, I-uh.. That’s okay, I guess.” she mumbled, feeling so stupid.

Elvis laughed and opened the suite door and they all walked inside. “Holy shit, man..” Rebecca blurted out as she looked around the suite. She never saw anything like it. She thought the plane was fancy but it had nothing on his suite. Elvis grinned at her reaction and he grabbed her bags from Jerry. 

“You guys can go. Lemme know when the Colonel gets in, will ya? I’ve gotta talk to that fat sonofabitch.” Elvis muttered. The guys nodded before they headed out and Rebecca raised an eyebrow wondering who this Colonel guy was that he was talking about. 

“Who’s the Colonel?” she asked curiously. 

“Just my business manager, baby. I wanted to introduce you to him, but he can be an ass.” he shrugged as he began to walk past the living room and toward the bedroom Rebecca would be staying in. She furrowed her brow at his answer and the way he spoke about him which gave her an idea that he probably wasn’t great but she just shrugged as she followed behind him. Elvis sat her bags down and turned on the light, smiling. Rebecca stepped inside the room smiling because it looked like it’s own little suite and had its own bathroom. She was still in awe and she turned around toward him. 

“Where’s your room?” she asked. 

“Right across there. So, if you’re still thinking about sharing a bed, I ain’t too far away.” he smirked.

Rebecca gave him her usual look when she wasn’t having his shit and she playfully slapped his arm. “Oh, you wish. Now get out because I want to shower and get some more sleep.” she said in the sassy tone of hers. 

“Sleep? It’s only 9:30.” he replied. 

“Some of us are still on New York time and it’s midnight there.” she snapped as she began to playfully try to push him out of her room causing him to laugh and he played along stumbling backwards out of the room and before he could get another word out she had shut the door in his face. He stood there shaking his head with a smirk and he could hear the faint sounds of the shower starting. 

“Well, uh.. I guess I’ll see you in the morning then!” he shouted before heading toward his own room to get cleaned up and into his pajamas even though he had no plans of sleeping just yet. He ordered up some room service and got himself some food but also a plate for Rebecca just in case she got hungry, setting it on the little dining room table and leaving a little hand written note for her before he took his food into his room. He got settled into his bed and decided to read one of his books all the while thinking about the beautiful girl just in the other room. He was hoping they could spend some time together now that they were completely alone but of course she found a way to get out of that. 

Rebecca was grateful to have a bit of peace away from Elvis even if it were just for a night. She had a lot on her mind, mostly him on her mind and what he had whispered to her when he thought she couldn’t hear him. She wouldn’t dare bring it up, but she had wondered if he would. After a long hot shower she felt so much better and slipped on a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt and she flopped down into the bed letting out a satisfying sigh of relief because of how comfortable it felt. She laid there with her face planted into the pillows and she could hear her stomach growling at her, with all the excitement of this trip she hadn’t really eaten much else since they went to dinner hours ago. She climbed out of the bed and tip-toed over to the door, pressing her ear against the door trying to see if she could hear him but it sounded like he was in his room. She figured he probably had the fridge stocked with some sort of food. She carefully opened the door and quietly slipped out of the room and she saw a plate sitting on the table with a bottle of coke and she slowly made her way over, seeing a note addressed to her and she raised an eyebrow curiously as she picked it up to read it. 

To My Honey, 

In case you get hungry, I got our favorite meal…. And if you get lonely that offer still stands for us to share a bed.

– EP.

As she read the note she rolled her eyes because he knew how much she hated when he called her honey, but then she felt her face growing hot from how hard she was starting to blush, that even a small giggle escaped her from the last part of the note. He was never going to let her hear the end of that assumption she made about them sharing a bed. She sat down at the table and stared over at his bedroom door where she could hear the television now playing and then she looked back over the note, shaking her head and smiling as she took the lid off the plate of food to see it was their usual dinner they shared with one another, a simple cheeseburger and fries. She smiled even more as she began to eat her food, rereading the little note as she did. She hated how somehow through months of trial and error he’s able to make her feel like some stupid giggly girl. She was trying to shake the feeling of things that had been lingering within her for some time. They were feelings she had been suppressing because she valued their friendship more than anything and she was determined to keep it that way. He was like the straight version of Paul and that was how she was trying to keep seeing it. But she found herself staring at his bedroom again and when she finished eating she got up with the note in hand, folding it up and sticking it in between the waistband of her panties and walked over to his bedroom door, knocking lightly. “Elvis?” she said in a quiet tone. 

When Elvis heard her light knock and her voice which made him smile widely and turned the volume of the television down. “Yeah? Everything okay?” he responded. 

“Can I come in?” she asked. 

“Course you can, honey.” he answered. 

She grabbed a hold of the door knob and turned it slowly before stopping. “Wait.. Close your eyes first. I don’t have pants on.” she laughed and could hear him chuckling. 

“Do I have to? I’ve already seen you naked.” he asked. 

“Yes! Or I’ll go right back to my room.” she said sternly.

 He exhaled dramatically and closed his eyes. 

“Alright.. They’re closed!” he shouted. He could hear the doorknob turning and the door creaking open as she stepped inside and closed it behind her. Elvis, being cheeky, opened his right eye just to get a tiny peek at her and he smirked when he saw her in just a t-shirt and panties and the note he left her sticking out the waistband of her panties. She marveled at his bedroom as she climbed into his bed and quickly got beneath the blankets to cover herself. “Can I open my damn eyes now, woman?” he laughed. 

“You can.” she hummed. 

Elvis opened his eyes and looked over at her smiling. 

“Well, well.. What happened to “We’re not sharing a bed, Elvis. Some of us are on New York time, Elvis.” he mocked. 

She rolled her eyes at him. 

“We aren’t sharing a bed because I’m not sleeping in here with you. But I don’t see anything wrong with us hanging out for a bit while I’m wide awake. But if you’re going to be an ass I will go right back to my room.” she said as she pretended to get up to leave. Elvis grabbed a hold of her to stop her. 

“Well, just hold on now I don’t mind it one bit.. You are always welcome to hangout here with me.” he smiled. 

“Good. But don’t get any ideas. Actually..” she hummed, grabbing one of his pillows and putting in between them as a barrier. “That’s better.” she beamed. 

“Really?” he chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the pillow barrier between them. 

“Mhm.. So, what are we watching?” she smiled. 

“The Carol Burnett Show. You ever watched it?” he asked. 

“I’ve seen a few episodes. She’s funny.” she said with a smile as she leaned back against the bed watching the television. A small silence fell between them as they both watched the screen. Elvis glanced over at her for a moment. 

“Sooo.. You got my note?” he grinned. 

“I did. Who knew you were such a poet.” she said sarcastically trying to make it seem as if that note didn’t have her blushing and giggling just moments ago. 

“Do you always have to be a sarcastic little shit?” Elvis laughed. 

“Yeah, because you love it..” she teased, grinning at him.

“Mm..” he hummed, shaking his head.

The two sat there in his bed with the pillow barrier in between them and watched television together until midnight and by this point Elvis had eventually fallen asleep. When Rebecca noticed he had gone to sleep she smiled and reached over for the remote, shutting the television off and climbing out of his bed and going over to him. She stared at him for a moment and she reached down to run her fingers along his handsome round face and she let out a soft exhale before leaning down to kiss his cheek and turning out the light before she made her way out, carefully shutting the door and heading to her room and getting into her bed, keeping the small lamp on. She grabbed a cigarette and lit it as she reached down to take the note out of the waistband of her panties and she unfolded it and read it a few more times. Once she finished smoking she laid down and continued to read it until she fell asleep with the piece of paper resting on her chest. 

The Next Day - 12:00PM

Rebecca had woken up to the sounds of Elvis shouting angrily at the guys about something to do with this Colonel fellow. She yawned softly as she stretched her body out against the bed and placed the note that laid beside her now on the bedside table. She was curious as to what was going on that had him so upset but she chose to just stay out of it and then she heard his bedroom door slam and the front door of his suite close. She furrowed her brow and slowly climbed out of the bed letting out another yawn as she rubbed her hands over her eyes, and walked out of the bedroom tiredly, looking around the empty living room and hearing Elvis swearing angrily to himself in his room. She walked over to the door and knocked on it before opening the door and peeking her head inside to see him dressed in usual get up. “Elvis? Are you okay?” she asked in her sleepy voice. 

When Elvis heard her voice something inside of him suddenly forced him to calm down and he took a deep breath before he turned to face her. “I-I’m good... Ah hell, I woke ya up, didn’t I? ‘M sorry, honey.” he mumbled. 

She shook her head at his words. “Oh no, you didn’t.. It’s okay. Are you sure you're okay? Is everything okay with the show tonight?” she asked. 

“Oh yeah, everything is fine. Just some business, that’s all.” he said with a small smile. But that was an obvious lie. Elvis had plans of introducing Rebecca to the Colonel because of his connections in Hollywood and he was still determined to fulfill her dream of being an actress. But the Colonel refused to help her or even just meet her just to see she’s got what it takes. He flat out told him no. That he only had time for Elvis Presley. Elvis was never one to argue with the Colonel and that’s why he’d have his outbursts of anger and take it out on others. He didn’t want to fail Rebecca or disappoint her. So he lied. 

“Oh okay. Are you hungry?” she asked. 

He shook his head. “No. But feel free to order whatever you like, baby. I’ve got to rehearse for the show tonight. I made some arrangements for you and some of the wives to go out and shop or do whatever. I want you wearing the prettiest dress for me tonight.” he smiled. 

She furrowed her brow and leaned up against the door frame. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t picked the dress out for me then.” she mumbled. 

“If I had time I would have. They’ll be coming up in a bit.” he smiled as he grabbed his glasses and slipped them on. She watched him finish getting ready and as he stepped out of the room he grazed his hand against her waist as he walked by. She had gotten used to his ways of always wanting to touch her even if it was a small caress. Touching seemed to be his way of affection with women and after a while it stopped bothering her that she sometimes didn’t notice. She followed him to the front door of the suite and she couldn’t help but notice just how handsome he looked today that she caught herself staring at him and looking away when he would glance over at her. 

“What time is the show tonight?” she asked. 

“The first show is at 8pm and then there’s a midnight show.” he smiled. 

“You do two shows a night?” she raised an eyebrow. 

“Mhm..” he nodded. 

She thought that was unusual considering he was performing almost everyday and now she furrowed her brow a bit with concern. But he’d been doing this for a while so she assumed he must know what he’s doing to be overworking himself like that. Elvis leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’ve gotta go, honey. I’ll see you tonight. Jerry will bring you down to the show.” he hummed before he headed out of the room where the guys were waiting in the hall for him. She smiled a little and locked the door behind him. Now she felt so much pressure to look her best tonight because of him wanting her to be dressed just for him and usually she would’ve told any guy who said something like that to fuck off, but she actually wanted to look good for Elvis. She didn’t know what had gotten into her but even she was annoyed with herself for letting this man make her feel these stupid feelings of wanting to look good for a man. She could just imagine how the day was going to go with this group of women. She had no idea what introductions he’s made to them  or if his friends mentioned to their wives how she and Elvis met and what line of work she was in and that made her nervous. She didn’t know what she was walking into. Would they think she was his girlfriend or friend? Or some pornstar he’s just showing off? Maybe they had all been gossiping about them already and assuming the worst. If that was the case she would be ready to set them straight with the truth. 

Rebecca opted for her usual look: a pair of dark denim bell bottoms and a halter top and a pair of black platform heels. She brushed her hair out and kept it subtle with her makeup just wearing her usual light pink lipstick and mascara. As soon as she was ready she heard a knock at the door and soft voices, it was the ladies. She took a deep breath and went to answer the door and when she did she was surprised to see how much older they were compared to her and how different they dressed compared to her. The first woman to introduce herself was Joan Esposito and then Jerry’s girlfriend and Sonny’s wife. 

“Rebecca, right? Wow, Elvis wasn’t kidding, you really are beautiful.” Joan asked. 

Rebecca nodded in response to her question and then laughed because he was constantly going around bragging about her looks which always annoyed her. As they all made introductions with one another Rebecca felt that they seemed nice enough and no one was giving her any judgmental looks so she assumed they had no idea how she met Elvis or what she did. After getting acquainted with one another they headed out where a driver in Elvis’ caddy was waiting for them and they all got in excitedly. Rebecca was quiet for most of the ride smiling and nodding at their conversations as they were being driven to the nearest boutique. Then suddenly Sonny’s wife Judy turned her attention to Rebecca. 

“So, how did you and Elvis meet?” she asked which now had the whole group's attention. 

Rebecca hated being put on the spot like that but now she had no choice but to speak because they were all staring. 

“Uh, he was in New York and we met on set.” she answered vaguely. 

“On set? Are you an actress?” Joan chimed in. 

Rebecca wanted this conversation over now because she hated when she had to lie about what she did because she never knew how people would react. But she was relieved Elvis didn’t say anything. 

“Um, yeah, I uh.. I do commercials..” she lied with a smile. 

“Oh, anything we may have seen?” Judy asked. 

Rebecca laughed softly, shaking her head. 

“I don’t think so.” she hummed. 

“Well, there must be something special about you because he couldn’t stop talking about you. Are you two… together?” Judy asked, curious and prying. 

“No, we’re just friends.” Rebecca answered and she could tell they were all giving her a look that said “Yeah right.” But it was the truth they were just friends and it was going to remain that way. But she could tell none of them were buying it. 

After sometime the conversation finally shifted to something else other than Elvis and Rebecca was so thankful and even more thankful when they arrived at the store. She just wanted to get a dress and get out. She didn’t know how many more questions she could take. 

She followed the women inside the cute boutique and they all scattered around looking at different things and Rebecca sifted through some of the dresses, trying to decide what Elvis would like best and rolling her eyes as she did because of how ridiculous she sounded. She finally found a dress she liked. It was a red slip dress with a plunging neckline and she fell in love with it and quickly took it off the rack to go try it on in the dressing room. Once she had gotten undressed she slipped the little dress on that hugged every inch of her curves and she filled it out well as the plunging neckline left little to the imagination when it came to her breasts and showed just enough of her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled happily at how good she looked in it. This was the one. Elvis wanted her to look good and she certainly would be turning heads in this dress. After giving herself another look in the mirror she took the dress off and got dressed and grabbed her new dress, not even having to look for heels because she had the perfect heels for this dress. As the other women were still looking Rebecca went to check out and the owner telling her Elvis made sure everything would be paid for. She didn’t like that and being so stubborn she refused and decided to pay for own dress anyway. She didn’t want his money or for him to buy things for her. She didn’t feel right about it no matter how rich he may have been. After paying she decided to wait out in the car for the other women and lighting her first cigarette of the day as she stared out the window just taking it all in as she sat in silence. 

Later That Day - 5:00PM

By the time they got back to the hotel Rebecca was completely exhausted, she thought they were just going to one store but they had gone to multiple. Some of the women didn’t find anything and then they stopped for lunch and took Rebecca for a little sightseeing. Which she appreciated. Before she headed back up to the suite she thanked them all for a fun day and she couldn’t have walked quicker to the elevator feeling relieved to finally be back and alone from all the gossip and cattiness. Once she got back into the suite she noticed Elvis was still out and she was glad so she could start getting her outfit together. She headed into her room and grabbed her bags, searching for the heels she pictured for this dress and successfully finding them. They were gold platform heels that complimented the pretty shade of red her dress had been. She set her heels down and laid the dress out on the bed. It was nearing 5:30 pm now and she decided to get a headstart on getting ready. She took a long hot shower and washed her hair and once she was finished she wrapped herself up in a towel, wiping the condensation from the mirror and brushing her teeth, doing her skincare routine and blowing drying her hair and curling it before she got started on her makeup. She wasn’t one for heavy makeup so much like her everyday look she kept it simple and just added some blush and mascara and a darker shade of lipstick. She walked back out into the bedroom still in her towel and checked the time and an hour had already passed. Shit.

She unraveled her towel and let it drop to the floor and she opted out of wearing panties with this dress since she already wasn’t wearing a bra and she slowly slipped the dress on and walked over to the mirror with a smile. She really did fill the dress out well that she’d probably have more than just Elvis’ attention tonight. She walked over to sit down and slip on her platform heels and then took a look at herself again and much like she guessed the heels were perfect. She did a few last touches adding earrings and a necklace and she began to feel anxious to see this show. She didn’t know what to expect. Just as she was fixing her hair one last time she heard a knock at the door and quickly headed out to answer it and seeing it was his friend Jerry. He did a double take as he looked her up and down. But knowing how Elvis was about his girls he didn’t say too much about her appearance. But she could tell he liked it. 

“Hey, Elvis wanted me to bring you backstage before the show starts.” Jerry said. 

“Oh okay, uh, let me get my purse.” she said nervously as she hurried back to grab her little clutch purse that matched her dress and returned to the front door where Jerry was waiting and the two of them headed out and she locked the door behind her and they headed down to the showroom where Jerry led her backstage. She looked around seeing how many people were already crowding into the showroom she never saw anything like before. Jerry kept her close as they made it through the screaming crowd and backstage where Elvis and some of the guys were along with some friends Elvis wanted to introduce Rebecca to. When they got to the room she could hear Elvis laughing with a few other people and then as she approached he became dead silent when he saw her and he nearly hopped out of his seat and wolf whistled at her. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.. Honey, you sure fill out that dress! Let us get a look at ya.” he grinned as he took her hand and made her spin around for all the guys who were now staring at her tight fitting dress. She shook her head and let him have his moment showing her off like he loved to do. “Ain’t she pretty? Boy, I tell ya, I know how to pick ‘em.” he laughed. Rebecca shot him a look and rolled her eyes. 

“Are you all done gawking at me now?” she said sharply. 

She made them all laugh and especially Elvis who slipped his arm around her and whisked her away to another corner of the room and grabbed a hold of her hands and stepped back so he could get another look at her. “You’ll be the prettiest baby in the room tonight.” he grinned. She smiled and just laughed as he couldn’t stop staring at her. 

“Now hold on, let me get a look at you.” she said with a smirk as she stepped back from him and gawked at him in the same way. But there was no denying that he looked good. In fact, even better than when he left earlier this afternoon. He had changed and was dressed in one of his famous jumpsuits; a navy blue two piece jumpsuit with blue armadillo and scallops on the shoulders. His hair was perfectly styled in place and his lashes dark with mascara. Now she was the one who couldn’t stop staring. He was a vision. “You look pretty good yourself.” she teased. 

He smiled and soothed out his suit with a grin. “Thank you, baby.” he beamed. Now with the show closer to starting and the fans almost in their seats Elvis quickly introduced Rebecca to some of his friends she hadn’t met yet. One of those friends being his good friend Tom Jones. As he introduced her to everyone he kept a strong hold around her waist keeping her close to him the entire time and showing her off like she was some prized trophy. After some time he had to get ready to get onto the stage, but not before taking Rebecca to the side. “Jerry’s gonna take you to your seat. I made sure you got the best seat in the house just so I can see you. This is gonna be a great show. I can feel it because you’re here.” he smiled. 

Rebecca smiled at his words and ran her hands over the fabric of his suit fixing it a bit. “Well, I can’t wait to see it and see you in action. I’m sure it’ll be great.” she hummed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek which made him smile more before the two parted ways. The anticipation to see him perform had been building and she didn’t know what to expect from it. As she got to her seat Jerry sat beside her with his girlfriend. Elvis wasn’t kidding when he said he made sure she had a good seat. She was front and center it felt like with the perfect view of the entire stage. She took a deep breath, smiling widely as the lights grew dim and the beginning of See See Rider began to play and the crowd went wild as he strutted out onto the stage. She was amazed at how crazy the crowd was already acting and he hadn’t even started singing yet. But once he did everyone lost their minds. 

That powerful voice of his rangout and his body was wiggling and moving all about and the sweat was already pouring from his face. Rebecca sat there in awe of him watching him up on that stage singing old songs and new songs and just listening to how incredible his voice was and how he had the ability to move the audience. His stage presence alone had her impressed. She had never seen anything like it. He was like a god up on that stage and she was completely mesmerized by him that she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She could feel things within her building as she watched him. She was nearly sitting at the edge of her seat. She was truly speechless. She watched as the women nearly worshiped and kissed the ground he walked on as they fought to get to the stage just to get a touch of him or a scarf and kiss. Which he had no qualms of giving out like candy.  It was the greatest thing she had seen in her life. It was a rush. 

There was no time in between the first show and the midnight show for her to go back and talk to him and she was so excited to congratulate him on a great show. But she had no problems sitting through another that was just as great as the first even if she could tell he had been a little tired by the time the midnight show happened. As the late night was finally coming to an end and the show to a close the crowd was roaring with excitement and the women shouting his name. Jerry quickly got up and escorted the small group and herself out and backstage to Elvis who was dripping in sweat and his perfectly brushed hair was a mess and he had a towel draped around him to catch the sweat. He was so amped up that his leg was still shaking like a leaf. Rebecca stood there just staring at him talking to his friends and feeling herself getting hot as she couldn’t stop staring at him and he smiled when he caught a glimpse of her and waved her over. She cleared her throat and tried to get herself together now, smiling happily as she approached him and before she could say a word Elvis was already speaking at a mile a minute. 

“What did you think of the show, baby? Did you like it?” he beamed as he wiped the sweat from his face. 

“I loved it, Elvis! It was amazing. It was truly an experience to watch you up there. I’m impressed.” she teased, smiling. 

“Thank you, baby. That means a lot.” he smiled and kissed her cheek. 

She smiled and let out a soft yawn. It had been such a long day and she still wasn’t adjusted to the time difference. Elvis noticed her yawning. “Did you wanna go up to the room?” he asked. 

“If that’s okay? I’m a bit tired after all the fun today.” she giggled. 

“Of course, honey. I’ll have Jerry take you up.” he said. 

“That’s not necessary, I know where the room is.” she said. 

“I insist.” Elvis replied as he gestured for Jerry to come over and asked him to walk Rebecca up to the suite for him and he was happy to do so.

“I’ve told you, I’m a big girl.” she huffed. 

“Don’t I know it, baby.” he smirked, looking her up and down and giving her dress another look. 

She shook her head at him and playfully hit him before she went off with Jerry who kindly walked her back to the suite. 

“Elvis should be up soon.” he said with a smile before he left her. 

She exhaled sharply and let out another yawn as she slipped off her heels that were now hurting her feet and she went to her room to get showered and get into more comfortable clothes. Sporting her usual bedtime look a pair of panties and a t-shirt and she threw her hair up into a bun. She couldn’t get over Elvis’ performance and she was a little mad that she never gave Elvis a chance when her mom would try to get her to like him. But she just never knew just how talented he was; she just assumed he did terrible movies and sang about a hound dog. He never failed to surprise her and now she was thinking back about the plane ride there and the song he showed her. Now all she wanted to hear was that song again. She smiled to herself and grabbed one of the books he had given to her to read; his favorite, The Impersonal Life. She took the book and sat down on the couch as she waited for him. 

Not too long after she had come upstairs he had followed suit 30 minutes later and he walked into the room with that towel still around him and a smile on his face when he saw Rebecca on the couch reading his favorite book. She looked up and smiled widely at him. 

“I thought you’d be asleep by now, darlin’. he hummed. 

“I wanted to wait for you. I figured we’d catch another episode of The Carol Burnett Show.” she smiled.

A warm smile formed on his tired face and he nodded. “I’d like that. Let me get showered first and then I’m all yours.” he replied. 

She smiled and nodded watching him go to his room and sat back against the couch and continued to read her book until he was ready. About 15 minutes had gone by and he was showered and dressed in his pajamas and he stood in the doorway of his room. 

“Ready when you are, honey. I’ve got the pillow barrier set up so they’ll be no funny business.” he teased, laughing. 

“Better not be.” she laughed as she stood up and set the book down on the coffee table and headed into his bedroom where they both climbed into his bed sitting the same as they did last night and she climbed beneath the blankets and the television already on the same channel as before and the two of them watching television and sharing small glances at each other. Elvis grabbed the remote and turned the volume down and Rebecca furrowed her brow and glanced over at him wondering what he was doing. 

“Can I ask you a question, baby?” Elvis said softly. 

“Yeah, sure. Shoot.” she answered. 

“What did you think of the show?” he asked. 

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You already asked me that question, Elvis.” she laughed. 

“Yeah, I know. You gave me the answer I wanted to hear because everyone was around. I want your honest opinion of what you thought of the show. Please?” he asked. 

She chewed at the inside of her cheek and took a deep breath. She loved the show, there was no doubt about it. But there were some things she personally wasn’t all that into. She wanted to be honest with him but didn’t want him to be upset. But she knew that her being honest with him is what he loved the most about their friendship. She bit at her bottom lip and nodded. 

“Well.. Like I said earlier, I loved it. I really did, Elvis. I never knew what a stage presence you had. I knew your voice was incredible when you played that song for me. But actually hearing it in person like that.. wow. I was blown away, truly. You are an amazing singer, performer and I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You have the potential to do so much more with your voice and your talents. Why don’t you write your own songs? You put so much emotion into singing other people’s songs, I can only imagine how you would sound singing something of your own.” she said. 

He smiled and reached over to place his hand on top of hers and gave it a few gentle pats. “Thank you. I really appreciate you saying that. I mean it.. It means a lot coming from you. I don’t know.. I’ve tried to write songs, but it's not for me. I just want to sing.” he shrugged. 

She nodded and took his hand into hers and held it. 

“I’d love to read those songs you tried to write. I bet they’re amazing.” she smiled. 

He shook his head and intertwined their fingers together. “I-I don’t know about that. But I’m sure I’ve got them scribbled down somewhere..” he hummed. 

“Well, I hope you think about maybe finishing those songs you tried to write. You’re so talented I wouldn’t be surprised if that was just a hidden talent of yours you just haven’t discovered yet.” she smiled. 

“Maybe. We’ll see.. Who knows.” he smiled and squeezed her hand in his as he stared at her. “You know I’m not the only one with talent in this room. You’ve got more potential than what you give yourself credit for, honey. You could be doin’ more. I still want to help you do that, y’know.” he spoke softly. 

She smiled warmly at him and neither one of them even noticed that they had slowly moved closer to one another and that the pillow in between them was almost nonexistent now. 

“I appreciate that, Elvis. But don’t worry about me. Whatever happens will happen. You’ve got your own career to focus on.” she hummed. 

“Stop.. I’ve been at this for nearly 20 years.. Yours is just beginning, honey. You are special. You’re beautiful, funny, kind, well.. Sometimes.” he laughed. “And you are wasting all that beauty and talent on porn when you could be up on the screen and becoming the next Jane Fonda or Ann-Maragret.” he said. 

She laughed. 

“Don’t be silly, Elvis.. Now you’re just trying to be nice.” she said, looking away from him and letting out a sigh. He reached over, his thumb placed beneath her chin to make her look at him. She stared up at him with those big green eyes of hers, staring into his soft blue eyes that stared right into her soul. Now they were closer than ever as their bodies practically brushed against each other. 

“I’m not. I mean it.. You’ll be a star. You’ll see.” he whispered. 

“You’re sweet for believing in me the way that you do..” she mumbled. 

“You believe in me.” he whispered as their eyes were completely locked on another and their faces slowly inching closer and their breathing hitched that the sound of the television was muffled by the sounds of each breath they took before their lips were hovering over one another. She felt her heart racing that it felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and then suddenly that anxious feeling washed away when their lips crashed together in a deep passionate kiss. Elvis grabbed the pillow that was in between them and tossed it to the side, slipping his arms around her small waist and nearly pulling her into his lap. She let out a soft whimper as they continued to kiss deeply, their bodies rubbing against each other and his hands squeezing and groping her thighs as he lifted himself up and flipped them around so he was on top of her. Rebecca slipped her around his broad shoulders and her thighs wrapped around his waist. The weight of him on top of her only made her body desire him more. As much as her brain was telling her to stop this her body just wasn’t responding the same way. Her body wanted him. Yearned for him and had for quite some time. But her mind always fought so well against those feelings.

Elvis let out a soft groan against her lips as they began to trail down her neck and he left small kisses against it and his hands slipping beneath her t-shirt and squeezing her breasts which caused a gasp to escape her parted lips as her head tilted back against the pillows and soft sounds leaving her lips before he kissed her deeply once again. Now she felt his hands wander down to her panties, his fingers caressing the soft fabric of them and just as he was going to slip them off that’s when she snapped herself back into reality and started thinking like herself again and how she didn’t want this to happen. She placed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away and she pulled back from their kiss. But he didn’t get the hint until she yelled.

“S-Stop.. Stop!” she said shakily, pushing him off. “I-I don’t want to do this.. I..” she stuttered frantically. 

Elvis quickly sat up as she continued to push him away, he furrowed his brow in confusion. “W-What’s the matter? I’m sorry.. I thought.. What’s wrong?” he asked. 

She sat up in the bed and fixed her clothes and shook her head. “I don’t want this. We.. We’re friends. This isn’t supposed to happen.” she answered. 

“Friends? Rebecca, baby, I know you feel something for me.. I felt it when you kissed me.. Would ya stop calling us friends! We aren’t friends!” he said, annoyed. 

He couldn’t understand her. Why did she have to make this so hard? He knew she felt something for him. He was sure of it.. He could feel it. The way she smiled and flirted with him, the way she looked at him and held his hand. It didn’t feel like a friendship to him. He was in love. He wished she had been awake when he confessed it. 

She scoffed and climbed out of his bed and Elvis grabbed a hold of her hand. “Where are you going? Stay. ‘M sorry. We’ll just watch tv.. I’ll put the pillow back. I didn’t mean to upset you.” he said as his voice grew softer. She snatched her hand away from him and shook her head.

“It’s late. I’m tired. I think it’s best if I go to my room now..” she mumbled as she walked over to the door. 

Elvis sighed, looking up at her. “Fine.. It’s been a long day for both of us.” he muttered. 

She nodded as she opened his bedroom door and before she walked out she turned to look at him again and he was still looking at her, those blue eyes now a pool of sadness as they shared a longing look with each other. Saying so much more with their eyes in those small moments. Now she thought back on what happened on the plane and what she heard and so badly hoping that it wasn’t true just so this wouldn’t be real. “Well.. Goodnight, Rebecca.” Elvis mumbled. 

“Goodnight, Elvis..” she replied before she left his room and shut the door behind her. As she stood on the opposite side of the door she let out a long and shaky exhale and she could feel her heart racing again and as she stood there trying to calm her nerves, she knew in that very moment that any ounce of a friendship they had was completely doomed when they shared that kiss. The truth is she did feel something for him and it was having to come to the realization of those feelings she had been trying to suppress and pretend didn’t exist that scared her. But what scared her the most was being in love..

Being in love with Elvis scared her even more.

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The Woman with the Pink Hair (P. 4, 5, 6)

Here is a continuation of the Woman with the Pink Hair!

This is a Vi x Fem! Reader fanfiction.

I will post this gradually, maybe once or twice a week until it is fully out! (If you are impatient, you can view it on my Wattpad-> @DatBishCar)

Please note that this is the first piece I wrote after a HEFTY (I mean years long) hiatus from writing.

P.S. Lowkey I KNOW there's a bunch of shit I could fix in here to make it better due to my practice over the past year or so, but I just... I'm so lazy rn LOL. Anyhoooooo....

ALSO- here are the TW for you lovelies! (This is for the WHOLE SERIES)-

Violence, mental illness, oral sex, dominant tendencies, torture, kidnapping, plotting?... lowkey there's probably more but you should get the gist here, AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK ILY<3

READ PART ONE, TWO, AND THREE HERE-> https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/737189248110821376/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-1-2-3?source=share

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PART FOUR: An Artist's Eye

The next day has arrived. You shoot up from bed in the morning, as you hadn't set an alarm and you were worried you may have missed Vi coming over. You looked at your clock and it read 10:30. The streetlight was shining through the window of your room, as there was no sunlight down in the under city, and you could see the dust floating about from you jerking out of bed. You rubbed your head slightly, feeling a little hungover from the previous night's expenditures, but not too bad. 

    Letting your hand caress from your hair down to your lips, you brushed over them. Remember the sweet kisses that lingered there. TWICE. Two times Vi had kissed you. You swooned and fell backward into your previous position, moving your hand from your lips, down your chest and stomach. You reached your waistline, feeling heat in your cheeks as you thought about Vi, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. 

    You jerked out of your moment, flustered. "One second!" You called out, hopping off the bed and stumbling as you grabbed your pants off of the floor and threw them on. You ran to the door, peaking out of the peephole to see dark pink hair and those blue eyes looking right back at you. Unlocking the door and opening it quickly, the girl stepped back for a moment before smiling. 

    "Well, good morning sweet stuff." Vi giggled. "Did I wake you?"

    "Good morning! No actually I just woke up before you knocked... why?" You smiled back, moving out of the way and motioning for her to come in. As she walked in, she looked over at you and made a signal about her hair. It took you a moment, and you realized what she meant. You probably had a rat's nest on top of your head. Blushing, you rushed over to the mirror by your vanity and grabbed your hair tools. "Well, I mean I really just woke up before you knocked" you laughed shyly. You tossed your hair into your signature style, an easy go to do that you rocked nearly every day. Turning back around, you find the woman sitting on a chair that sat next to your art easel. You snagged a small stool you had under your vanity and pulled it over near her and sat as well.

    "So," you started "Do you want to see my stuff?" pointing at your boxes near the easel. 

    Vi smirked. "Do I want to see your stuff? I guess you could say that." Her eyes drifted from your toes up to your eyes, caressing your body with their movement. "You could say that." 

    You rolled your eyes, understanding her innuendo and shook your head slightly.  "Idiot, you know what I meant." You slapped her shoulder. Getting up, you waltzed over to where the box sat on the floor beside it. Opening the box, you pulled out a large black sketchbook, as well as some canvases. You had just placed the black sketchbook in the box after finishing the last piece a few days prior. 

     You turned the canvases over and showed her them one by one. She oo'd and ahh'd at them as you went through. You painted many different things, such as landscapes, mystical creatures, and people. A lot of times, your art revolved around the places that you had been to in the past. About finished showing the canvases, Vi pointed down to the black sketchbook on the floor beside you.

    "What's in there?" She questioned, leaning over and grabbing it for herself. You almost instinctively snagged it out of her hands but decided that you didn't mind if she looked. To your horror, she turned to the back page almost immediately, rather than starting from the front.

    "Whoa..." Vi stated, tilting her head slightly as if to get a better look. You knew exactly the page she had turned to. It was a scene you did the day after the first time you "met" her, A.K.A the time you saw her beat up 3 grown men.

    You had used pastels and recreated the scene as you remembered it, from your perspective. You made the men look weak and made Vi look strong. Light shown down directly onto her from a streetlamp above and made her look like an angel, almost. Vi looked from the paper, and up at you. Your eyes were wide.

    "Uhh," You muttered, "I drew that before we met properly..."

    "This is...." She paused, and your heart stopped. "Amazing!" You instantly sighed with relief, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. 

     "I'm glad you like it," You smiled victoriously, placing your fists at your waist.

     You got up and walked over to the small shelf near your bed. Living in a studio apartment, all of your things were kind of everywhere, but you did not mind. "This," you said picking up a clean looking book, "Is my new sketchbook. would you like to see what I drew last night?" 

    Vi looked shocked, admittedly probably due to the fact that you were quite inebriated last night, and she didn't think you would have drawn anything other than a bath after getting home. Regardless, she nodded. You walked over to her and opened the very first page of the sketchbook. 

    "It's not quite done, but here it is," handing the book over to here, you smiled slightly while blushing. The picture below was of Vi, from your point of view sitting at the bar you had gone to the night prior. You had paid close attention to all of the details of her appearance, already planning on drawing her while you were there. It was mainly her side profile but caught certain parts that you found wonderful and interesting like her VI tattoo and the gear on the side of her neck. You even remembered the hoop earrings that sat on her ears.

    "You drew this last night?" she said, her mouth agape. "That is amazing!". Without warning, she set the book down and quickly leapt off the chair, engulfing you in a quick hug where you stood. You staggered back a step before steadying yourself and returning the embrace. Vi broke away and you replied.

    "Thank you." 

    The rest of the afternoon, the two of you discussed different things such as your hobbies and passing time. You and Vi decided that you would meet again the next week when you had a day off and parted ways.

    This time, she didn't kiss you. You were disappointed, but none the less felt wonderful about the day you had had. 

PART FIVE: Passing Time

Over the next week, you spent a lot of time doing the things you normally do. Drawing, going on walks, but one thing on your mind was a new addition to the constants- Vi. She was so wonderful, you didn't understand it, but you felt like you had a connection with her that you had never had with anyone else. You weren't obsessed or anything like that, but you were definitely struck with what felt like a heart wrenching teenage crush. 

    You had been stewing in your thoughts the last few days. Although it wasn't your intention and you were sure you were still going to see her later that week, you were worried that perhaps she didn't actually like you like that. You were concerned because each time you spent time together, she appeared to be thinking of something, or someone, else. It's not like you own her, though, so you didn't think much of it as it was happening. Now however, you can't help your thoughts straying to those scenarios. 

    What if she has a girlfriend?

    What if she doesn't even want to be like that with anyone?

    You shrugged off those thoughts for the time being. It was Monday and you had already gone to work, drudging through old boxes that had new loot in them for the shelves of the shop. Your boss, Eddie, always got his stuff in mysterious ways but you were not too clueless as to how he may obtain them. Simple, he hired people to steal from topsiders and bring their little trinkets and nick-knacks down here. Something that normally people wouldn't find down here. One may be surprised how well simple things like gadgets and figurines sell in a place like this. Likely, people are just looking for a lick of simplicity in such a seemingly sour place. 

    Nothing out of the ordinary or exciting happened at work that day, so the day dredged on and on until finally you were able to go home. You waved goodbye to Eddie and his stubbly face gave a grunt and a little nod in response.

    "See you tomorrow," you muttered. You weren't really in the mood to sound happy and nice today. Different than your usual, you just wanted to go home and take a bath in the old grungy bathtub in your studio. You grabbed your brown saggy backpack from behind the front counter and threw it over your shoulder leaving one strap hanging behind your back. Your hand pushed open the front door and you let it close naturally behind you as you walked through. Turning to your right, you started your journey under the small bridge that went over head a few feet forward. Reaching the other side of the underside of the bridge, you suddenly felt a presence beside you. 

    You turned your head quickly to your left and see a young woman. She had blue hair that was very very long and braided into two braids that nearly reached her knees. She was a pretty girl, but she looked very tired, and you couldn't help but feel the strange aura wafting off of her.

   "Hey there, toots," she smiled over to you, tilting her head ever so slightly to the right. Her smile didn't reach her eyes and you felt a ping of panic in your chest, although you couldn't pinpoint why. 

    "Uh, hi?" You responded cautiously. She looked familiar, but you weren't exactly sure why. "Do you need something?" The words came out of your mouth a little more harshly than you intended, and the girl next to you shot her hands up in defense.

    "Whoa, I'm just looking to make a new friend. Something wrong with that?" Her hands lowered and crossed over her chest. All the while, the two of you were still walking. You stopped abruptly, and she stopped a few steps ahead and looked back at you.

    "Oh, I- I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling a bit ashamed that you had reacted so harshly. You felt a blush creep up into your cheeks and you continued. "Um, I'm (Y/N), what's your name?". Slowly, your feet started to continue their trek but silently you decided that you weren't going to go home with this girl on your heels. You didn't know why, but that didn't feel like a very smart idea.

    Unbeknownst to you, she already knew where you lived, where you worked, and who your recent company was. In fact, she knew very well.

     "Y/N... I like that name!" She smiled and clapped her hands together quickly. "My names Jinx. I'm usually a loner, but I saw you walking by and thought 'gee, she looks like she needs a friend!'" You grimaced at her words; did you really look that lonely?

    You nod solemnly, and then sigh. Deciding to ignore the internal battle of instinct within you, you turned your lips into a grin and reached a hand over to her. You both stopped and she grabbed it in hers and shook it vigorously for a few seconds.

    "Good to meet you, Jinx. Do you want to grab something to eat?"

-- VI's POV --

    Vi had been working on some things throughout the day, mainly mending relationships she had had down here before everything happened. She wanted to try and produce a sense of normalcy for herself, even though it didn't seem like that was possible. Today she had been gathering the gumption to return to the places her, Jinx, Ekko, Claggor and Mylo used to play and hangout as children. She missed the ways things were but understood even if the events that pursued hadn't happened, things would still have been different than they were when they were children. That's what happens, people grow up. 

    Vi roughly passed her hand through her greasy hair. She hadn't showered in a few days. Hell, she didn't really even have a home down here anymore. Mostly she spent her time awake and about, finding "safe" places to sleep when she felt she needed rest. Vi was on the way to a small tavern style restaurant that had recently opened near where she met y/n. She wasn't trying to be creepy but couldn't help but feel a ping of excitement in her stomach when she thought of the possibility of seeing her before their next planned date.

     Was it a date, though? Vi thought. Maybe she isn't even interested in me like that. She thought back on the few experiences she had with y/n. Ha, ya right. I saw the way she squirmed when I kissed her. The way her eyes became hooded when we were close. Her little breaths were so fucking cute when she was flustered. 

    Vi giggled to herself, reaching the front of the new restaurant. She opened the glass door, a little bell ringing to signify a new customer entering the establishment. A little woman rushed over to her, grabbing a menu from a makeshift host table near the door.

    "How many?" the woman says breathily. She was very short, her red curly hair caressing her face. The hair failed to hide the slight fear that appeared on her face. Vi did that to people, made them scared. Must be her aura, or the fact that she just looks like a certified badass one hundred percent of the time. 

    "Just me," Vi shrugged slightly, her hands were in her pockets which caused them to raise slightly. The hostess turned around and signaled with her hand at Vi to follow. She led her to the bar and sat the menu on the counter. Smart girl, Vi thought. She can tell I need a drink. 

The server left, and Vi took the opportunity to check out the menu and order a drink. After ordering from the bartender, she looked around the establishment. She took in the decor trying to figure out what kind of place this will be. It felt very... safe somehow. She liked it. As she scanned the area, she stopped dead in her tracks about three quarters of the way to a full three sixty. 

    At a table on the other side of the room y/n was smiling at a server who was presumably asking her how things were and all that classic server shit. Vi got excited, about to get up and walk right over there. Just as she was begging to stand, the server walked away and Vi's eyes rounded into discs.

  She was sitting at the table with someone who made Vi's heart shoot into her throat. It was Jinx. They were laughing together over some bowls of what Vi assumed to be soup. Giggling at things here and there and looked like they were having a genuinely good time. Vi quickly turned back to the counter and put her hood on. Luckily today she was wearing a new jacket she had gotten, a nice black pleather item. 

     "What the fuck?" was all she could say as her thoughts raced at a thousand miles per minute. 

PART SIX: Confrontation

 "Wow, this is so cool!", you say in awe. The small grenade shaped item in your hand clacked around slightly as you rolled in from side to side.

    "I KNOW, right?", Jinx snickered. She and you had been hanging out a lot the last few days, and although it felt strange at first you were starting to really enjoy her company. It felt good to have a friend. "It's just a lil' thing I do". The blue haired girl giggled slightly, shrugging while taking the item from your hands. 

    You are sitting on a stool and take a moment to look around you, taking in the grungy surroundings. Jinx had drawn little faces and words all over the walls in vibrant spray paints, most glowing in the dimmer parts of the room. You didn't find it weird, however. You thought it was awesome and a killer way to express oneself. Hell, you paint and draw and obsess over things. What's the difference?

    Jinx had turned around, rummaging through some drawers beneath the desk she had. She was haphazardly slinging tools here and there as she rummaged through the drawer, some of which you had to dodge to narrowly avoid getting smacked in the face. You hear her make a 'aha!' type sound and turn back to face you. In her hands was a small tan notebook. The binding was barely holding together, and a leather cord wrapped around the item to hold it shut. She walked over beside you and leaned against the wall facing you. You noticed her eyes glass over slightly as her scrawny fingers grazed the top of the book. Just as quickly as you noticed, she snapped out of it and yanked the cord off of the book.

     "This," she started, pausing momentarily, "is my sister's diary. From way back in the day. I found it in her prison belongings after she was released." Her head tilted slightly, and a grin started forming at the corner of her lips. "And you... get to read it!" 

    You raised a brow, intrigued but confused. "I don't even know your sister, Jinx. Although I'm flattered, I guess, wouldn't that be an invasion of privacy?" Your heart started beating a little faster as the look on her face contorted slightly. She seemed like she was becoming upset but again, her attitude quickly snapped back.

    "Toots... Oh Toots... So naive", she smiled. She grabbed your hand and turned it so your palm was facing up. Her hands were cold against your own, and you shuttered slightly. She looked at you dead in the eyes as yours widened, and you felt her place the book into your palm. She gave a little nod, and you tore your eyes from her big blue ones and gazed down. On the front of the brown leather, a small engraving enchanted the lower right corner. 

Vi 

 You took a moment, a little bit confused. Then in shock, you looked up at her with your mouth agape. She was sitting there nodding and wiggling her eyebrows, a faint smile on her face. You looked back down at the book, then back up at her. Does she know that you and Vi had been hanging out, too? That you felt some sort of way about her? Of course she does, dumby, why else would she look so excited about you finding who this diary belongs to.

"I can't read this..." you started. "It is not rig-", Jinx cut you off, her foot slamming into the ground causing you to flinch back slightly.

    "You WILL read this diary, (y/n). No questions asked. I didn't mean to, but my stupid heart has decided it likes you and you have actually become a friend of mine. That means that now I have to protect you as well as Vi." She shook her heads slightly towards you. "Why do you think a random girl ran into you wanting to be your friend? Is that like, a common thing for you?" She laughs like a spazz, and you see a little craziness flash behind her eyes. You suddenly feel really small.

    "Uh... okay I guess... but how did you know that I knew Vi?" You started reluctantly, staring at her as you questioned. 

    Jinx threw her head back and laughed. "(y/n), I always know where my sister is. After our last," she paused contemplating what to say, "falling out... I have kept close tabs on her because, well, she is my sister. I love her and even if she hates me I don't want to lose her again. Make sense?"

    You nodded slightly. You scanned your memory, trying to remember seeing Jinx around before you met her formally. Always keeping a keen eye on your surroundings, it was rare for you to miss new faces. Then, it hit you. That first night you went out for drinks with Vi, there had been a girl lingering in the corner of the old bar. She was wearing a hood which engulfed her face in shadow. She flicked a straw around in her drink with her head resting in her hand. You remembered her solely because of the long blue braids you saw hanging down through the hood and touching the floor.

    "Oh my God! You have been stalking us!" you barked at her, quickly covering your mouth and then repeating yourself a little quieter. "Stalking us? Jinx, what the hell man? You know you could just like, apologize or whatever and make up. I don't know what you guys went through but..." You stopped, noticing Jinx's pale blue eyes lower, tears pooling at the brims of her eyelids and slowly dripping down her cheeks.

    "No, Toots, unfortunately I can't just apologize," Jinx sneered. She reached her hands up and brushed the tears off her face, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for what you had said. "And you are not going to get away from reading this. Open it up, little lady. Read it! Don't worry, the only important parts are the very last few pages." She reached over and yanked the book open, turning it to the third to last page and jamming her finger into the smudgy ink on the paper.

    You sighed. Knowing Jinx pretty well at this point, or at least thinking you did, you knew it wouldn't be a great idea to tell her no again. You turned your attention to the paper in your hand and began reading.

-- VI'S POV --

    Pacing outside of the dingy apartment, Vi ran her hand through her hair and lit another cigarette. She stopped, staring at the door. She knew (y/n) and Jinx were in there, doing God knows what, and she wanted to barge in there so bad and confront the both of them. Jesus, what am I, the fun police? She thought. No, Jinx is dangerous and (y/n) deserves to know. Even if she decides to keep... hanging out with her, it's none of my business. I'll give it one hour. One damn hour, and then I'm busting down that damn door.

-- YOUR POV --

    Dear stupid diary,

    After Caitlyn had me released, I had fully intended on leaving her goody two shoes ass and finding my sister. But the woman has me enthralled. She is so beautiful, and even though she is a snooty brat I can't help but start feeling things for her. What the fuck is that? The very breed of people killed my parents and threw me into the hell hole prison. Now I am falling for one of them? Fuck that. 

    Love, Vi

    You shook your head, and asked Jinx, "How long ago was this written?" You nervously fidgeted with the corner of the pages.

    "About a year ago, I guess." She answered. You did not reply, instead your turned to the next entry.

    Dear diary, or whatever,

    The only reason I got you is so that I can put my thoughts in here and god damn it, have the last few days given me a lot to write about. First of all, we found Powder. In fact, Silco and his damn goons have her as their pet. Everyone who hears her name shakes their head like they have heard the name of someone who died or something. 

    I met Caitlyn's parents today. She brought me into her room through her window and her mom nearly shot both of us with a rifle. She looked like an old version of Caitlyn, but she was very harsh and did not like me at all. Makes sense, I am just a gross bottom sider. Caitlyn and I, we got cleaned up and sat in her room. It felt so good to be alone with her. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

    Anyway, Caitlyn and I finally found Powder and she kind of like... freaked on us. I am not sure what that was all about but all I know is she seems so broken. I want to help her. I want to fix whatever pain she has gone through, even if it seems impossible right now. Well, it's only impossible because Ekko (can you believe it, Diary? Ekko!) freaking KIDNAPPED me and Caitlyn! He took us to this awesome sanctuary he built. It's actually really really cool... I can't tell him that though, or else it will get to his head and I can't have that. 

   So today we are going to do some more searching, again. 

   Until next time,

   Vi

"So, are you Powder?" You asked innocently. Jinx, or Powder? lifted her hand and shook it slightly giving a 'kind of' type of signal. You eyed her, and nodded slightly, returning to the next and final installment of the diary.

    Oh my fucking god. I don't even know what to write, or how to write it right now. But long story short, Powder kidnapped me and Cait. 

Cait? She gave her a nickname. You rolled your eyes slightly but kept reading. 

   She killed Silco. She lost her shit and killed Silco. I really thought she was going to end us too... She made it very clear that "Powder's dead," and "I'm Jinx now" but it's such bullshit. She will always be Powder... She will always be my sister. Needless to say, she actually let us go.

   Unfortunately, I can't help what it going to be coming for her now, though. She built a rocket. A Huge missile launcher with one of the crystals she had stolen... She shot it right into the counselor building... she... she really did it. 

Your jaw dropped, and you looked up at Jinx. She was still standing there, looking at her nails and you could tell she was feeling proud of herself. Closing the diary, you grabbed Jinx's write and slammed it back into her hands.

    "That was YOU?", you yelled. You couldn't help but feel fear and also an odd sense of excitement brimming your very being. Jinx had been the one to blow up the councilor building, but the Undercity wasn't given much else besides that as Topside closed all communication with us.

    "The one and only!", she started circling you, and you just followed her movements as she stopped in front of you, and put her hands on the arms of the stool in which you sat.

    "That," you started, pausing for dramatic effect, "is awesome! Jinx, you single handedly got those cunts off of our backs! Even if it is only for a little while..." unable to contain your excitement, you jumped which caused Jinx to bounce back slightly, and you wrapped your arms around her. "You are now the coolest person I have ever met!"

   Jinx looks taken aback, and she looks around as if someone is pranking her. Right before you release her, you both jump and turn towards the door. A loud bang reverberated around the room. 

   Jinx pushes you hard, and you land on the stool which in turn falls and you both tumble backwards. She pulls a pistol out of a drawer quicker than you can even see, and points it towards the woman in the doorway. 

    "Vi?" You say in shock.

    "Get off the floor, sweet stuff. We've got some talking to do." She waltzes in and slams the door shut behind her as best as she can with it now being broken. Jinx keeps her gun trained on her the entire time, but Vi simply walks by and plops down on the couch that populates the area against one of the particularly graffiti filled walls. She takes a moment, running her hand through her hair.

    "So," Vi starts, leaning forward and putting her elbows on her knees. She raises her hands while her elbows still rest. "What the fuck, guys?"

    You look over at Jinx, who drops her arm holding the weapon, and rolls her eyes.

    This is going to be a long night.

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[ddarker-dreams]

Hellooo, hope you're doing well ^_^ I've been wanting to draw the Avalor siblings for sooo long now. I made this very not-finished and incomplete art for em but I hope it's enough to get the picture across ✌️

Some of my notes include 😅: I tried giving Ash a lil baby fat and they have big eyes as per the anime child Rule and yeeeee I had a lot of fun with miss Estella's dress. Lastly, I wanted to give Anya this super straight pose but my HC is that Estella intervened, hence the model-esque look ^0^ (nohandsthistime)

“Staring at that picture again, Chrollo? Are you anticipating some revelation upon your hundredth viewing?” 

“That’d be the 150th viewing, I’m afraid. I have a ways to go.” 

“What insights are you stuck with until then?” 

“May I speak frankly?” 

“I’d take offense if you didn’t.” 

“Your elder sister… she’s always smiling, but this must be one of the few times she means it.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. Estella was very pleased with herself for pulling this off; she waited until her birthday was around the corner so we couldn’t object.” 

“Who objected more? You or Ash?” 

“Need you ask?” 

“I suppose not. It is nice to see them with an expression that doesn’t make it clear they want me to drop dead.” 

“They’re… fine with you, they just take a while to come around.” 

“The last time I answered a call from them while you were in the shower, they said something that I roughly understood as, ‘Seriously, it’s still this guy?’ before hanging up.” 

"Ahem... maybe a little while longer...?"

I'MS SCREMAING. CRYING. ROLLING ON THE FLOOR AND CRYING SOE ME MORE. this killed me, brought me back to life, killed me again, then caused my soul to ascend from this plane of existence. you really captured the dynamic of the avalor siblings so well 🥺🥺 estella's regal pose, her needling anya so she isn't just standing there like :|, and ash LOOKING SO PRECIOUS............. BABIE..............

the gown you designed for estella is gorgeous, it's exactly the type of style i imagine her to prefer. the corset and the long, cascading skirt <3333 the linework and shading are so good. AND MISS HWR READER/ANYA !! those are the exact gloves i picture she wears whenever she's in a more formals setting ,, the hair style you chose for her is sso pretty then the JEWELRY AND AAAAAAAAA ???? the baby fat on ash PLS they're too adorable 😭😭

man just. thank you so much for drawing and sharing this <3333333 there really are no words to describe how much i love it. new phone background obtained. AAAAAAAAAAAAA

#the height difference too 🥺🥺🥺 #ash might have a big boisterous personality but. they are lil babie #MOMMA AVALOR'S GENES ARE STRONG !!!!!! #fanart #hell within reach #answered #koiknee

[soft--dragon]

Some Things Never Change

SPOILERS FOR THE ROTTMNT MOVIE!!!

Leo and Casey are such a good duo, I love them ^^

ALL PLATONIC, PLEASE AND THANK YOU

Word Count: 1,642

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

After spending years in a Krang infested apocalypse, Casey was having to adjust to living a much calmer life. The turtles were more than happy to let him stay with them, but April suggested it may be better for Casey to stay with her and her mother. It would at least give him some time to rehabilitate into normal society and April could teach him about the present timeline. 

Though hesitant, Casey ended up taking up the teenage girl’s offer, and to his surprise, he quite enjoyed the surface world. Sure, sometimes it could be loud, chaotic and overwhelming, but once Donnie made him some noise cancelling headphones as a “Welcome-To-Your-New-Future” present, he quite enjoyed exploring the surface in the comfort of music. All background noise was filtered out, and he was free to roam the hectic streets of New York city, anxieties settled.

Though, as nice as it was to not be fighting every two seconds for his life, Casey still felt the need to train and remain strong in case of any future attacks. Sure the Krang leader was gone, but who knows how long it would be before he found a way back from the prison dimension? Uncle Draxum was working out a way to destroy the key permanently, but until then, there was still a threat of battle. 

So, instead of signing up for a gym membership with money he simply did not have currently - his luck of finding a job was about as good as April’s ability to hold one - he used the training room the turtles had set up in the abandoned subway. The gear there was durable, and no one would give him an odd look for swinging a hockey stick at a punching dummy and doing martial arts moves that were way too brutal to simply disarm a person. 

Hey, it was either do or die in the future, and Casey would prefer living thank you very much.   

Casey breathed out as he finished the attack, brushing loose strands out of his eyes with the rest pulled back in a man bun for training. (April had been incredibly excited to teach him different ways of styling his ebony hair now that he had time to wash and condition it.) While preparing for another series of movements, Casey suddenly yelped when something ghosted over the back of his neck. He whipped around, a hand clapping over his neck protectively. Leo stood mere feet from him, looking far too pleased with himself.

Casey made a garbled noise at the sight of his friend, exclaiming in alarm. “Leo? What the- how long have you been standing there?” 

Leo flexed an eye ridge up with a smug grin, pleased he’d gone unnoticed by the teenager. “Long enough to know you could probably take Raph down if you wanted to. You gotta teach me those moves, Jones, I didn’t know you could fight like that.” 

Now over the initial surprise of Leo’s appearance, Casey gave a small laugh, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I learnt them from you actually, in the future that is.”

God, you could hear Leo’s ego getting bigger.

“I taught you?!” The blue coded turtle’s eyes widened and an excited grin hiked up his lips. “Oh, my future self was so badass! And talk about an ironic turn of events eh? The teacher taught the student only for the student to become the teacher to the teacher.”

Casey blinked owlishly, an exasperated yet amused look taking over his face. “I’ve spent too much time around you, I understood all of that.”

Leo barked a laugh, crossing his arms smugly. “You idolised me in the future, Case, only fair you know my unique way of speaking.”

“Yeah, ‘unique’ is certainly a word for it,” Casey mumbled, turning back to the punching dummy he had been mercilessly beating up. 

Leo gasped in a faux offence, pointing an accusatory finger at the teenage boy. “Are you making fun of me?”

“What? No, whatever would make you think that?” 

Leo rolled his eyes at the blatantly obvious sarcasm. “Careful Casey, your Donatello is showing.”

“Better Donatello than Leonardo.”

“Hey! I’m way cooler than my twin, I'll have you know. Don’t play favourites… unless it’s me.” 

Casey snorted. While he was much more used to an older, serious Leonardo, he couldn’t deny this version of his sensei was able to match his energy and riff off of him easily. It was refreshing, being able to joke around with the blue turtle without the fear of being heard by the enemy. Though the freedom to mess around did make him distracted an awful lot more.

Casey rolled his shoulders out, preparing to attack the dummy again. “Was there a reason you actually came in here? Or did you just want to mess with me?” 

“Well, messing with you is pretty fun, so if you’re offering to be my cure for boredom, I’ll gladly take it.”

Once more, there was a soft sensation skittering over the back of Casey’s neck, causing his shoulders to leap up to his ears and his palm clamped back over the area. 

He gave Leo a sharp side eye. “Oi! Quit that.”

“Why? Are you ticklish?”

The sudden comment made the hairs on the back of Casey’s neck rise, swinging around to fully face Leo who was grinning knowingly. Oh. Suddenly this wasn’t a safe space anymore.

“What? N-No, I’m not.” Yup, way to go Jones, that was real convincing.

“Aw, you sure?” Leo was moving forwards, hands outstretched and wiggling his fingers tauntingly. The warm flush in Casey’s face was building quickly from the playful action. 

“Sensei- Leo-” Training forgotten, Casey stumbled backwards, his own hands raising in defence towards the blue masked turtle.

“Oh ho ho, lookie here, someone is going red.”

“St-Stay away!”

“What happened to ‘I’m not ticklish’, huh?”

“I’m not!”

“Then you won’t mind if I test that claim?”

Casey was running before the sentence was finished. Clumsily, he sprinted past Leo and through the hallway into the abandoned subway, tripping over himself despite his usual agility. The butterflies in his stomach were making his limbs feel weak, though his chest was warm and bubbly. 

“Leheheo!” He gasped, giggles spilling into his plea without him realising. “Goho ahahway!”

He was running for a few more seconds before realising there were no footsteps behind him. Skidding to a stop, Casey looked back and to his surprise, Leo was nowhere in sight. Casey wasn’t sure why he felt disappointed. 

He spun in a slow circle, eyes on the roof of the subway station for any sign of a blue bandana. There was none in sight. Casey’s shoulders slumped slightly, his mirthful eyes being replaced for something sombre. It made sense he supposed, Leo was just messing around and teasing him, though he thought the teenager might follow through. Whenever Leonardo threatened to tickle him, he chased him around the base and hid until Casey thought he was safe, only to be tackled to the ground and wrecked by the older turtle when he least expected it. 

…Hang on.

He used to hide until Casey stopped running-

“SURPRISE JONES!”

Arms suddenly encircled around his waist and brought him to the ground with a scream, his fight or flight nature going ballistic for a moment before he caught sight of the green arms holding him. His head swung back to see Leo grinning widely at him, back pinned to the turtle’s plastron. Leo barked a laugh, squeezing the boy to him for a moment before letting off the pressure.

“I’m shocked Case, honestly thought you would’ve seen that coming.”

Casey spluttered, hands coming up to grip Leo’s arms and staring at him in bewilderment. “I-I didn’t think- I thought you wouldn’t-”

“What? You really think I’d threaten to tickle ya and not follow through? Damn, my future self has really let me down then.”

Casey didn’t get the chance to reply before fingers were worming into his hoodie, targeting the softness of his sides that were wildly ticklish. He yelped loudly and immediately slumped into the teenager’s grasp, gripping onto Leo’s arms as he kicked out frantically. “LEHEHEheheheo!” He shrieked. 

“Oh wow! Someone is very sensitive indeed!” Leo snickered, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh this hard.”

Casey wriggled in Leo’s lap, trying desperately to squirm out of his arms but Leo simply scooped him back up and slipped a hand down to scratch around his stomach. “Uh uh uh, you can’t be this ticklish and expect me to just let you go Casey, that’s not how this works.”

“Leheheo dohohohon’t!” squealed Casey, his boots scuffling into the ground in an attempt to sit up.

Leo snickered. “Oi, whatcha doin’? Trying to dig a hole over there? You’ve already dug one by letting the information slip that you’re ticklish, Jones.”

The mention of the dreaded 'T' word only caused Casey’s ears to burn brighter, the red flush on his face contrasting his dark hair brightly. “Stohohop teheheasing!”

Leo raised an eyeridge in a playfully taunting fashion. “Stop teasing? I’m just making conversation, Casey, why are you laughing so hard?”

“Yohohou knohohow whihihiy!”

“I’m afraid I don’t. You see, you claimed you weren’t ticklish and yet you’re laughing so hard over me wiggling my fingers? So if you’re not ticklish, then what on earth is happening here?”

Casey smacked his arm out of flustered annoyance, giggling borderline hysterically. “Ahahalright! Alright! I’m tihihicklish Leheheo! Ihihi lihihihied!”

Leo gave a very overdramatic, shakespeare-would-be-proud, exaggerated gasp and stared at his student in mock horror. “You lied to me? How dare you Casey Jones Junior! Your punishment shall be severe!”

Leo’s fingers were then clawing at Casey’s ribs, and the turtle swore that both the surface world and the Hidden City heard the scream the teenager let out. 

#my fanfic #fanfic #rottmnt #tmnt tickle #lee!casey #ler!leonardo

[http-mianhae]

04 ➛ you can run but you can't hide ( 0.9k )

literally everyone's pov LMAO. i thought it was better for this chapter to be laid out this way :D enjoy!!1 im sorry if its not that good

matthew considers himself a quick learner. from when he was hired by his manager, he undoubtedly adjusted to the circumstances of his workplace like a pro. from the customer service language at 'sip & soothe' to the discovering his own style of coffee art which customers adored. he's a natural. customer service is his forté―he had a salesman approach to selling coffee which was distracted by his perfect, loving smile.

of course, he'd pay his respects to his master, zhang hao (for teaching him), who was not a manager but a favourite of the manager.

matthew wasn't a favourite for unknown reasons but he still thinks he's a perfect worker. maybe even more perfect than the manager.

so, as the wintery morning rumbles by, imagine his surprise when after making a lady pay a little more than she should've for her coffee (they had a 'buy one, get one free' for their new menu items until 12pm), when he saw you saunter in, looking around the coffee shop.

there's an obvious break in his face as he tells the customer to have a lovely day while his lovely day chips away.

you start walking towards the counter and matthew's customer smile doesn't budge from his face.

"hi!"

there's a look of recognition in your eyes as you skim matthew's face.

"h-hi."

his smile drops.

"um...it's my first day working here, i'm supposed to start my training in a couple minutes." she explains.

all hell breaks lose.

"oh." matthew replies, trying to smile but sweat mulls in beads over the expansion of his face, "i'll―"

"are you alright, matthew?" hao's voice comes from behind matthew and all he can think is how he can run away from here without it seeming awkward.

"um...can you please take over? i need to do something, i forgot." matthew excuses, dismissively walking off from behind the counter.

he doesn't know where he's going but he's not remaining here with this buried betrayal. and as he walks out from behind the register and out the exit, your gaze follows him, only making it worse.

"i'm sorry, do you mind waiting a little?" hao asks you, tilting his head.

how could you say no?

"of course not, i'm fine waiting."

hao also takes his departure from behind the counter. you begin reading the menu board, trying to memorise some of the drink names as you usually get the same drink every time.

meanwhile, matthew wonders outside the store, away from any windows as to expose him from his internal breakdown.

he can't believe hao lied to him. how could he?

sitting down on the snowy bench, he wonders why he deserved to be lied to.

why didn't he tell me the truth?

it doesn't take long for zhang hao to find him sitting outside, freaking out in the cold.

"matthew." hao calls.

"you lied to me, hyung." matthew says, looking up to his sorry face.

hao waits a beat before replying, knowing he'd be stepping into untouched territories.

"i know. but aren't you happy? your crush is working with you!" hao responds, trying to lighten up the mood with his bright smile.

matthew rolls his eyes, a burden slowly falling onto him, "happy? my crush is working with me after you told her that stupid pickup line."

hao frowns, "i'm sorry, matthew. that was stupid of me, i promise i was just trying to help and not make things worse."

"and, you have, because now she's working with us..."

hao sighs, taking the seat next to matthew, "well, when you put it that way, it kind of sucks."

"kind of?" matthew scoffs.

the cold wasn't helping as it nips their skin, forcing them closer to each other from body warmth as the uniform offers very little of the element.

"hey," hao begins and matthew knows he's going to hear a speech. he braces himself for it, not wanting to be influenced by hao's persuasive language, "you should be excited! even if i told that stupid pickup line, the girl you've been keeping an eye on for months is working with you. she's not working anywhere else, she's working at our store! after this, if you try and get to know her properly, something could happen between the two of you."

why was hao so good at convincing him?

maybe because he was right.

he thinks over the words of wise-hao, understanding that there was truth in them and that sitting here was a waste of time when his crush was inside, waiting to be taught the regularities at 'sip & soothe'.

matthew takes a deep breath and then, jumps up.

he's anew.

"okay, you're right." he replies, "let's go back in before i change my mind."

they go in to find the girl behind the counter, tying her hair up and their brown apron tied up.

matthew's breath hitches.

"the uniform is cute." she tells the manager who walks in just in time.

"i agree...anyways, now that these two are here, it's safe to say that matthew will be training you for you four-hour shift." the manager replies.

matthew tries to run away again (LMAO) but his heels are stuck to the ground and his arms are rigid. on top of that, hao's nails are digging into matthew's wrist.

it's like a warning.

so, matthew does what he's always been good at.

showing off his customer service smile.

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SUMMARY ➛ in which matthew has a huge crush on a regular that comes to the coffee shop he works at and after accidentally, somehow, without intending to (glares at zhanghao) hitting her up with a pickup line, he vows to never want to see her again. what happens when she starts working there the next day?

PAIRING ➛ seok matthew x fem!reader

GENRE ➛ coffee shop smau, crack, dirty jokes, matthew being a cute dork, may include jiwoong x seobin here and there, shuhua is in this and she's so mother

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[deadlittledogs]

how do you have motivation to produce so much art? ive been having the worst art block ever, thinking about drawing makes me roll my eyes now…

ive always admired your passion for drawing so im curious as to what keeps you going

I MEAN…. I get art block constantly but I actually found some ways to mitigate it!! (*^◯^*)

(Read More becuz it’s long)

1.) Draw cringe. Just the most self indulgent things possible with no expectation to share it with anyone. Think of it as like, ‘this is only for me, so it can be as messy and weird as I want and I don’t have to feel bad for not making a solid, aesthetically pleasing product’. This is what I did when I wasn’t very active online, I like to call it my ‘goon’ year because all I drew was buttsex and boys kissing and really offensive crap lol. But not having the pressure of getting likes or engagements on social media can be a big relief until you feel comfortable again. It’s always good to draw consistently.

2.) HAVE ARTIST FRIENDS TO PUMP YOU UP!!!! Following my bestie breakup I was really depressed and had no energy to draw, especially because I had just separated from someone who was so impactful in my creative process. Not having someone to workshop and get excited about ideas with was really hard, because now I didn’t have someone who could help fine tune my vision and provide input on the stuff I was working on. It’s still not the same without her, but I found that engaging with people who are very optimistic about centering their lives around art creates a certain atmosphere that will leave you feeling energized!!! Having artist friends show you their own process, their own projects, and being able to bond over your shared passion is something really amazing and fun. It made me realize how important art was to me and how I wanted to take the encouragements my friends gave me and make them really proud one day!!!

3.) DRAW AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE….. this is the one that works but hurts the most….. I find that during art blocks I draw really shitty and it lowers my morale lol. I get even a whiff of inspiration but the minute I draw one wobbly line I’m instantly bored over the fact that I haven’t spontaneously created the Mona Lisa.

You just have to push through it (T . T) ITS SO HARD but if you make it a habit to at least be THINKING about the sort of thing you’d like to draw every day, eventually you’ll feel more enthused when it’s time to pick up that pen or pencil.

4.) This one is less size-fits-all but honestly, I recommend not looking at other peoples work too much. This one is a tricky one because getting reference and wanting to feel inspired by others are important elements in creating art too, but sometimes it can be a bit de-valuing if you do it too much. It’s easy to think, “Well, I just want to get the ball rolling and maybe change up my style a bit, what are other people doing?” Just to spiral down a rabbit hole of “Omg, all these other artist are better than me. How come I’m not as talented? This person is much younger than me- how is that even fair?! What’s the point of drawing if I’m always going to be so far behind?!”

DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHERS AND JUST GO AT YOUR OWN PACE!!!!!!

ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ=3=3=3

Yes, there are a billion other people who are way more talented than you’ll ever be. Who cares? Draw the things that make you happy, and people who appreciate it will come along. It’s not a competition, it’s an expression of the spirit!! 🤓☝🏼

5.) SOMETIMES YA JUST NEED A BREAK MAN…… I recommended not getting too greedy with it and becoming lazy (something I have a problem with lol) but art block can sometimes signify a burn out, plain and simple. Take some time to reconnect with yourself, don’t worry about making art and worry more about doing some self care. Go look at the mountains, spend some time with friends, engage in other hobbies like sticking metal rods in your penis or knitting. A lot of times going to new places and trying new things can help inspiration strike! :3

but yeah…. there’s some advice!

I hope this list helps you, nonnie!! ∩^ω^∩

Good Luck!!!!!!!!!!!!🍀🍰🌈🤍🦅

#watch me say all this and then get art block lolololol #I was in art block for like almost a year straight so now I’m TERRIFIED of it happening again #idk how many times I just felt too tired to draw and would instantly start having a panic attack like ‘NO… MY SPARKLE…. ITS GONE AGAIN!!!’ #but thankfully I’m watchful enough to spot the tricks that help me come out of it…. SO PERHAPS NEXT TIME I WILL BE PREPARED!

[boliv-jenta]

Ezra x f!reader, Dieter x f!reader

New Year's Eve Drabbles

Warnings: Smut. P in V sex. M!receiving oral. Mentions of drug use.

Animated muttering pulled you from your sleep. Your dreams of the man you were here for. As you awoke the dreams escaped you. A foggy haze was all that was left, fragmented memories too small to cling to or piece together. Opening your eyes you watched the broad back of the man in front of you strain against his t-shirt as he reached up to the corners of the huge canvas he was painting.

"Dieter!" You groaned pulling the blankets up over your head.

They wouldn't go all the way over, a weight was holding them in place. Next to you sat a man dressed in drab unassuming clothes. The only style choice that stuck out was the patch of blond hair. Or maybe it wasn't a choice. You couldn't remember but you remembered his name. Ezra. He sat reading a book, completely unbothered by Dieter's fevered rambling.

"I need a muse. You." He began to drag you from the bed.

Looking to Ezra for support you were just met with a look of contempt. "Best to let this type of madness run it's course."

Helping you to your feet Dieter looked you up and down. "Good. Good. You too." He called to Ezra who looked less amused than he did a few seconds ago when you were the one being swept up in the madness.

"For what purpose?" He narrowed his eyes at Dieter.

"Art." Was the only answer he got.

"Please?" Dieter looked over the top of his sunglasses at you. Despite what you knew about him, he really was a sweet man inside. He just needed the right kind of influences and support.

"Sure, Dieter. What do you want me to do?"

"Oh, lots of things." He leered. "Right now? Take off your clothes."

Slipping off your night gown you stood waiting for his next instruction. It didn't come from his mouth, it came from his body pressing to yours from behind. His hands groped your curves unashamedly. He revelled in the weight of your breasts in his hands. His erection nudged into you as he slowly pushed you forward towards his canvas.

"Dieter? Wha..." you cut yourself with a hiss at the cold paint coating you chest at he pressed it to the canvas.

Spinning you out of the way he took a look at his work. "Still not it." He turned his head to Ezra. "I need you to fuck her."

"You need me to what?" Dieter ignored Ezra's question as he flipped his canvas on to the floor and began to tip paint all over the canvas, not caring about how much paint splashed on the ornate floor.

"I think he wants us to fornicate on the canvas." Ezra strolled over to your side.

"Won't that rip the canvas?" You wondered.

"More than likely. Even if I were to take you in the most gentle of fashions." His voice was so soothing, it was hard for you to reconcile it with his past crimes, with the type of man he was. A killer.

Not the first you would have laid with since New Year's. None of them earned that title cleanly. None of them were a cold blooded killer. Ezra did what he had to to survive. Given a different life, Ezra might be as free and lost in creativity as Dieter.

Dieter practically vibrated with energy as he waited for the two of you to fulfil his request.

Ezra held his hand out. "Shall we?"

Graciously taking his hand, you debated best way to go about it. Ezra already had an idea in mind. He encouraged you to sit at the edge of Dieters work then he shuffled backwards with you before turning you on your side. Curling his body around yours he hinged you forward at the waist until he could enter you from behind. His hips rolled as to unheard song as he worked his cock into you. Everything about Ezra was poetic. His words. His tragedies. The he used his body to please you.

He mused his best options not to set foot on The Green again. He wasn't a young man anymore but he had plenty of life to live and he sort to live it well. With the richness of the written word, the caress of music to his soul. The sweet caress of a good woman around his cock. The flutter of you around him made his hips speed up. He might seek a gentle life now but he still knew how to chase what he wanted. He came as hard as fucked you. That was life, you got out what you put in.

Ezra lay contentedly for a moment. You had no such luxury of basking in the afterglow as Dieter sat you up.

"Fuck. That was hot. Suck my cock, Baby, please?"

His trembling hands were threaded through your hair ready to fuck your mouth but he never would without consent. The kitty licks you delivered to the tip of him nearly made him come. He was too wired like this, sober. The Thief had purged everything from his system. Something about drugs messing with the magic. A hightened state could see through the illision. It was a strange feeling after all these years but it was also amazing. His head was clear, he was thinking straight again.

If he could keep this up, he might be able to revive his career and rescue his private life. The possibilities before him thrilled him.

When you welcomed as large portion of his length into you mouth, he gave himself over to the feeling, he remained present. He felt every stroke of your tongue, over every vein, as you bobbed your head. He felt every suck that edged him closer. As he balls tightened he pulled out your mouth spilling his cum on the canvas with broad strokes of his hand. "There! Perfect."

The canvas was littered with handprint as you and Ezra clawed for purchase as you thrust together. The outline of your breasts, of Ezra's perfectly pert ass were clear to see. Dieter's cum streaked them both.

"You cannot keep that." You groaned. Dieter shot you a wink as Ezra pressed a kiss to your cheek.

After the paint was finally scrubbed from your body, your shut off the shower before heading out to spin the bottle once more. The bottle landed on a curious piece. An empty bowl.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #ezra prospect x f!reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #the thief #new year's eve drabble

[hugsandchaos]

[I made this up with the Double Trouble art style in mind, so just remember that, please. I just wanted to see fanfics of that comic, so I decided to start that flame.]

It’s been about an hour since the sun had went down, and the lovely stars and distant galaxies shown bright in the dark sky. While Thor wanted to watch them, he had to clean up the market place with Loki, his little brother. It saddened him a bit that he probably wouldn’t be able to stargaze tonight since it’s probably take all night to clean it up. He heard Loki yawn a few times, but both of them kept going. They barley got any done, despite working for hours. It was quiet, which Thor appreciated, but it was also a bit odd to have a quiet moment around Loki. Until now, that is.”You sure you don’t wanna take a quick break? I think there’s a few comets.” Loki piped up, filling the silence with a less mischievous or sarcastic tone than usual.

Thor put the heavy piece of what used to be a wall into a boar bladder and turned around. Loki was pointing upwards and Thor followed his gaze, where three comets flew across the sky like glowing birds. After they disappeared, Thor spoke.”As much as I’d like that, we still have a job to do.” T said. Loki rolled his eyes and Thor could swear there was a small, dim glow in Loki’s eyes that disappeared after the comets did. That might’ve just been the glow of the comets, though.”Oh, come on! What’s a few minutes against hours?” Loki reasoned. Thor looked at the progress they made. Yes, it was very small compared to the whole mess, but it was a start, and they’ve been working on it for hours. Maybe Loki was right. Maybe they deserved a quick break. Thor walked to where Loki sat on a piece of debris and sat next to him with a frown.”Fine.” He pouted with his arms crossed. Loki smiled and pointed up to the sky, and a star that was smaller and more white than most of the other stars.”Look, I think it’s a white dwarf.” Loki said. Thor looked up at the star, then at Loki.”What do you mean by “white dwarf”?” He asked. Both of them and the area were dimly lit by the stars, but Thor could definitely read Loki’s expression to tell he looked a bit excited, but in a more innocent, childish way.”Sometimes, when a star dies, it becomes a white dwarf until the rest of its energy is burnt out. Although, it often depends on things like size and density. I think…” Loki trailed off as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small leather book and flipped through the pages until he found a specific one. Loki muttered under his breath as he read, then shut it and put it back.”Yeah, things like density and size.” He confirmed. He looked back up at the sky. Thor raised an eyebrow.

“What’s density?” Thor asked. He was a bit curious about the book, but he wanted to understand what the word meant.”A good example is a rock versus a geode. A geode is a bit more hollow, so it has less density.” Loki replied without looking away from the sky. Thor looked back up as well.

“…How many stars do you think there are?” Thor asked. Loki shrugged and held his hands out the way he did before conjuring something up with his magic. Thor looked down and watched in newfound awe as Loki formed a much smaller version of the galaxies above in the palm of his hands and showed it to Thor.”How many do you see?” Loki asked. Thor’s mouth gaped open at the sight, they even glowed just like the real things, just smaller. Thor looked at Loki, both of them slightly illuminated by the tiny galaxies. He thought Loki could only conjure up things like weapons and objects, not entire galaxies shrunken to fit in his hands.”How long have you been able to do this?” Thor asked. Loki shrugged again.”It’s not a big deal, really. It’s a simple trick once you get the hang of it.” Loki said. Thor didn’t question it more and looked back at the galaxies. The small ones, that is.

[So, did this inspire you to write your own fanfic of the Double Trouble comic? Please tell me it worked, please.]

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[420hamlet]

The Queen – Raúl Victoria III (#41)

I had a draft of this in which I waxed poetic about music. I wanted to deeply explore the nature of music to explain your place in it, but I can’t. I’ve realized how much I need music to exist, and despite this, I can’t comprehend it. I know nothing of music except how much I love it. So now, instead of talking stupidly about a topic I know nothing about, I’m going to talk about musical experiences; melodic moments from my life, to better exemplify the impact you had in it.

The first moment I remember truly appreciating music was when Ryan Keen destroyed me. My best friend, the fantastic musician known to the world as Raw Bean, had just come back from another country (Australia this time) and had new music recommendations, as per usual. He showed me a video of a guy inside the London Eye with his acoustic guitar playing a song. I couldn’t have guessed the number of times I’d repeat this in my life.

I loved his raspy soft voice; later I would also love how nicely it fitted with mine, allowing me to pretend I sang well. I adored how the lyrics said things I hadn’t put into words; later I’d explain how I loved his songs because he lived a life like mine. Finally, literally, as the song came to an end, Ryan transformed himself into my favorite artist, and this song into my favorite song (a title they both held uncontestably for 6 years), as he started repeating “If all we have is love…” again and again, until he did something I had never seen before. HE HIT HIS GUITAR WITH HIS FINGERS, and with that beautiful beat he finished the mantra:

“If all we have is love…we have it all”. I have never been the same.

I made it my mission to listen to everything Ryan had ever written and performed in any shape or form. Apparently, he likes to punch his guitar in a large variety of ways, and I was up for all of it. Ryan Keen made me a fan of music and sparked the first intentional time I decided I wanted to start playing the guitar. I will never not be in love with his art and, in case he reads this, please make Room For Light (and all other songs you have…like Reflections in the Water) available on Spotify Mexico, I am dying without them.

My musical path years later led me to other poets. Childish Gambino and Bob Dylan changed my life in many ways with their music, this is one of them. On the way to the beach, I played my music in shuffle until Like a Rolling Stone started playing. I had heard it before of course, but the careful attention I gave to the lyrics as I looked out the car window at the palm trees passing by…obsessed me. I played it on repeat the whole trip. I walked up and down that beach for hours, listening and repeating non-stop to the Nobel-priced poetic lyrics of Dylan. When, at night, I finally decided to give something else a chance, I let shuffle do its magic, and it did again.

Gambino had taken over my gym life with his debut album Camp and now he came to kidnap my vacations by the beach with an anthem for it. 3005 painted my beach nights with a nostalgia of love and the future as I gazed at the stars and watched waves break on shore while feeling the fresh night breeze blowing on my skin as I walked and ran and sang and ran up and down the beach. To this day I can’t listen to these songs without feeling the beach. They feel like vacation: far from home but peaceful as one can be.

Then He came around. The Golden God of Fruits and Sensuality. In my young-adulthood I had left behind Ryan Keen as the preacher and writer of my life’s events and emotions, I had changed, and Harry seemed to literally be living my life. He seemed…me. I seemed him. By accident and on purpose, in many ways, I became him and made him become me. It was fierce and burning how deep and how fast I fell in love with Harry Styles. He gave me the soundtrack to so many road trips, parties, loves, explorations, crises, discoveries, and he even helped me connect deeply with many different people in our shared love for his art (and him, obviously).

To my delight, he announced both new tour dates and a new album, the same year I had become obsessed. The album became personally intertwined with my life as the anthem to the blossoming romance with the love of my life. The concert, on the other hand, was an absolute odyssey to get tickets for. First try, failed completely. Second attempt, we stood early in the morning, second in line and ordering whatever tickets were fastest to acquire. I bought terrible seats, but I had them. The person directly behind me didn’t get the chance to. I had made the right choice. Finally, the miracle of my girlfriend (the aforementioned love of my life) having an ex-boyfriend who was selling amazing tickets and offering them to us. I went into debt (still am) and we made the best trip ever to see you perform. In the concert, we had you so close you even saw us., and even though you didn’t sing Ana, or Medicine, or anything particularly special for us, I loved it. In all of its imperfections, your concert was perfect.

Which finally brings us to you.

In the same time period Raw Bean presented me with Ryan Keen he also presented me to you. I obsessed over your music in the exact same way, listening to everything you had. I still remember when I “officially” finished listening to all your songs, it had been a year since I had started and I was shocked to realize that, within those hundreds of songs, I had found none that I didn’t enjoy. I loved you childishly in discovery.

For a period of my life you kidnapped all my nights with music. All my teenaged-filled-with-pain nights you serenaded me as I thought of long-lost loves, fantastic adventures, and life itself. Your album Remember Us to Life played like an unending soundtrack every night. I loved you youthfully in nostalgia.

Finally, getting concert tickets to see you was also impossible. I went into debt, again, bought from re-sellers, again, and planned a whole trip just to see you, again. All our decisions were made based on whether or not they would get us closer to you (Raw Bean joined me in this journey, as a person who deeply loves your music and introduced me to it). “Wanna go to Guadalajara the day of the festival or the day before?” The day before gives us safety to see the Queen perform. “Wanna smuggle things into the festival?” Might risk getting kicked out and missing the Queen, so no. “Wanna go watch *band who played before Regina in the festival*?” Not really, I don’t care at all for them, but we will be there, to get closer to the stage during and after the concert so that we can have the Queen as close as possible. I love you presently and decisively.

And then you walked into the stage.

We had been standing for more than two hours holding our positions. When I saw you, I got lost in it. Smiling and wide-eyed (you and me both Regina) nothing else existed. Then you spoke, I responded with my yelling, and you started to sing…I experienced what Lovecraft would call Cosmic Awe.

I won’t attempt to explain what happened when I heard your voice live. Read back to the impact previous musical events had on me, add them up, multiply them, factorize them, expand them infinitely, they can’t compare to the awe Regina Spektor and her spell casted upon me during her concert. But experientially, I can say that for the first two, maybe even three songs of your oh-so-short concert, I couldn’t close my mouth in absolute fascination for the musical goddess I had in front of me.

Regina, you sang directly to my soul and it has been smiling ever since. You are pure light and your musical gift rivals that of Orpheus. Despite you giving me everything I wanted to hear in your concert and more, I came out of it thinking only about all the songs missing and how much I need to follow you to listen to them one day.

Thank you for the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.

Love-youology, Raúl.

1461 words (FUGGIT).

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[frecklystars]

Submitted by: @shadowy-dumbo-octopus​

Your name is Keri. You are a beautiful, celestial being of stardust and marshmallows so wonderful that even Megatron himself cannot resist your charms. You are also the fortunate owner of a magic watch which lets you jump between dimensions, as well as the most adorable art style to ever grace this hellsite.

On one escapade in search of another loser to smooch, you bump into a strange eldritch... shadow... octopus... uhhh, thing, who introduces herself as Positive and proceeds to eat all the dry pasta you didn't even know you had on you. She thinks that you're a super cool and wonderful person who deserves only the good things in life. If any bad things even dare to look your way, she adds, they will fall by her sword.

After a nice day of running around and causing good-natured chaos together, Positive reaches into the nearest shadow to pull out a drawing of the two of you. She offers it to you.

Do you accept?

> Yes.

> No.

THIS... MADE MY WHOLE MONTH!!!!! YES I WANNA BEFRIEND THE BADASS AND GORGEOUS ELDRITCH SHADOW OCTOPUS WITH TIME-JUMPY POWERS NAMED POSITIVE WHICH IS THE COOLEST NAME I’VE EVER HEARD HELL YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

#GONNA RANT HERE IN THE TAGS BC I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY #UWHWUWHWH THIS MADE ME CRY FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU I AM WEEPING IN JOY #THIS IS SO SWEET?? IM?? OH MY GOD IM SO SOFT... I LOVE YOU!!!!! #THIS MADE MY WHOLE MONTH!!! AAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO PRECIOUS #I LOVE YOUR ART STYLE AND YOU SAID SUCH WONDERFUL KIND THINGS #THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE #YOU ARE ONE OF THE SWEETEST PEOPLE TO EVER EXIST I AM SO HAPPY TO HAVE MET U!!!! #THE. SPARKLES AND STARS FOR FRECKLES IS THE CUTEST THING O MY GOD #YOUR ART STYLE IS SO PLEASING I WANT TO ROLL AROUND IN IT UNTIL I DECOMPOSE #THE!!! RED ENERGON SHARD!!! IM SO SOFT... UGH THIS IS SO CUTE #IVE STARED AT THIS FOR A GOOD TEN MINUTES BEFORE POSTING IT #POSITIVE HAS THE COOLEST DESIGN IN THE WORLD CAN I JUST SAY #I WOULD PUNCH THE SUN FOR HER... LOOK AT THOSE TEETH... WHAT A LEGEND #*THROWS BOXES OF DRY MACARONI AT YOU* YES PLEASE BE MY FRIEND!!! #I LOVE AND CHERISH YOU WITH MY WHOLEASS HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #FEEL FREE TO CHAT WITH ME ANYTIME I AM ALWAYS SO EXCITED TO HEAR FROM U!!!!!! #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA #precious giftarts #submission #shadowy-dumbo-octopus #shadowydumbooctopus #also thank you for being so patient as i took fifty years to open my inbox dhfsdhf

[hellavile]

any last words?

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

⤷ shinigami!eren, dark content, mentions of murder, death note use, size kink, body worship, god complex!reader, brat taming, titty sucking, foreplay, vaguely inspired by death note.

⤷ taglist; @gabzlovesu @erentoes @dejwrites @sintiva @ceeriusly-dumb @k1nkyb7tch

“Stop levitating, it’s killing my eyes!” A bang fills the quiet room as you slam your hand down into you notebook, groaning and kicking your legs with agitation. God, if only you could put his stupid fucking name in this book all your problems would go away.

The dark shinigami in the corner of your room continues to does as he pleases, floating midair with his legs crossed pretzel-style while strumming his black painted nails over his guitar, an item he carried no matter where he went. His red eyes boar into the top of your poofy Afro, rolling his eyes. If there’s anyone who should be annoyed, it’s him. Dealing with such a prissy, hot-headed girl who let the power of this demonic notebook take hold of her. There’s a few times where he’s thought about ending your life; it’d finally relieve this never ending migraine.

It’s just a phase, he thinks. Once you’re endowed you’ll change your ways, your mindset perhaps. Eren thinks you’re in too deep. that you’re becoming a person you didn’t want to be. Killing those who made the world rot. It was your original goal, and at first it was good plan—Until you let it consume you and go after the people who wronged you in life. Enemies, bullies, racist assholes, men. Your ill-intent made the shinigami clutch his obsidian chain around his neck, afraid of you, which is ironical.

You’re going insane. It’s a little sad to watch considering his fondness of you, appearance wise. You’re a pretty thing, a human so dulcet and bound to him until your last dying breath. Times running out, in fact. The glowing numbers floating above your frame to symbolize the last of your days taunting him. Very little. He’s still pondering whether he wants to tell you or not. You haven’t obtained the eyes yet, dreading letting you.

“You’re still mad I see,” his deep voice tickles your skin like heat, huffing childishly in your spot, peaking up at him through your glasses as he stares down at you, floating above the fireplace. You’re crouched on the ground with your thighs spread, angrily sketching in your journal, disturbing gore-like imagery of your shinigami, or Eren, as he goes by.

Eren rests his guitar on a shelf nearby, leaning his elbow on his raised knee, slanted crimson eyes monitoring you silently. Crackles from the fireplace sing in the air, warming your skin, your fingers painted in black and red from the oil pastels you used. Your Afro covers most of your face, Eren unable to see your eyes like he wanted. He admits it’s his favorite part of you to admire. You may be a crazy person, but your looks made it harder to hate you.

“I know you killed those girls to spite me,” Eren twirls the rings covered on each of his fingers.

You pull down your shirt after you shift in your spot, the material long enough to shield your ass. Thigh high striped socks tight on your skin. “Fuck you.”

Eren inhales deeply, trying to hold back his tongue. He’d make you cry otherwise. “All because of what? Because you can’t have my eyes? Cry about it, baby. I don’t care. You’re already fucked up enough.”

“Says the shinigami.”

Eren throws his head back, cracking his neck before standing on the floor, heavy leather boots crinkling the pages in your journal, ruining your art. He purposely skids his feet over the paper, tearing them as you growl and stand to your feet.

“You’re such a dick!” You scream, raising your hand to strike him until your hand completely goes through him, becoming invisible.

He smirks. “Can’t touch me unless I allow it.”

“Why are you testing me? I don’t understand you. The death note is mine. I’m the fucking owner,” you step to his face, a scowl on yours as he ups his chin. “It’s my fucking book. I’m the god. You should obey me! Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Sweetheart, you’re nothing without it. The only reason you have the power that you do is because of me. And let’s get something straight, it was my book before yours. Stop acting like a little bitch and step back.”

“It’s mine now. Give me your eyes.”

“You’re smart enough to know there’s consequences that follows if you do obtain them,” Eren shakes his head, staring at the wall as he tapped his foot anxiously on the ground. It was hard to read him, his facial expressions void. You could never tell whether he was happy, sad, or worried. He wore a straight face like a mask.

You heard legends about shinigami’s, knowing they were giant, ugly creatures. But the first time you saw him, you were starstruck, fascinated by his beauty. He wasn’t scary at all, well, maybe a little. He wears all black, his hair a chestnut color thrown into a half bun, the strands dangling on the sides of his forehead endlessly attractive. Various rings, chains on his jeans and rockstar boots. There’s a lip ring on the right corner of his mouth, a piercing on his tongue and numerous dark tats on either side of his neck. His eyes are what really intrigued you; red, like a vampire. The fangs in his mouth added to that. Although they aren’t eerily long, they’re small and pointy, like normal canines. Truly a beautiful demon.

“At least tell me why,” you fold your arms, toning down your aggression. You tend to be that way a lot. He knows this is because of past trauma.

“If I give you my eyes, I have to gain something in return,” his tone his small, as if he’s fearful. You swallow.

“Tell me.”

His eyes shut briefly. “Once the shinigami eyes are yours, I’ll have to take 20 years off your lifespan. And if you remember, I can see yours.”

The reaction he gets from you is merely normal, shrugging and scoffing as if it was nothing. One things for sure, you weren’t afraid of death. You were death. “That’s it? Tuh, and I thought I had to lose an eye or some shit.”

“That’s it?” He furrows his brows. “That’s your response to your life being cut short?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” you scrunch your face at him with confusion. “My life’s been nothing but shit. What else do I have to live for? Having the death note has been the happiest I’ve ever been and I’m living only for it. When I have the eyes, oh my god!—”

Eren watches vacantly as you hold your hands on either side of your face, mouth and eyes wide as a sadistic laugh emerges from you, downright evil, menacing—not human. “It’ll be fucking hell! I can rule this fucking world. Burn it to the ground if I want to. Make every last pathetic being suffer.”

“To prove what?”

“I,” your face inches closer to his own, eyes flickering back and forth between his lips and eyes, a smirk on your lips as you run your tongue over your plump lips. “Am. God.”

Eren grabs your throat after your lips lock with his, kissing him momentarily and laughing in his mouth before pulling away, bouncing on your toes like a child in your spot and giggling. You broke the barrier. You were able to touch him without absorbing through him, meaning he allowed you to do so.

“You let me touch you.” It’s a mindfuck, that’s what it is. To have this death note in your possession and be able to create the world you wanted—all while this angelic specimen hovered over you each and every day. Recently you’ve been noticing his sudden admiration of you. Watching you more than usual, calling you pet names like sweetheart, pretty, baby, princess. Lecturing you so you don’t do things that could get yourself hurt, or worse, killed.

“I don’t want you to be like this. Stick to your original plan; making the world a better place. Killing innocent people shouldn’t satisfy you. Your life is precious. Stop pretending like you can’t change it for the better.”

His hand remains around your throat, loosening his grip to run his black painted fingers over your collarbone, trailing up to your cheek he gently caresses, drawing himself closer until you’re breathing the same air. For a split second you felt your heart skip a beat, doe eyes wide and curious.

“You’re more human than me, Eren. You care for me.”

Eren stays silent, heart clenching with a pain he never thought he could feel. You’re changing him. Then again, he never wanted to be this way. To be a shinigami who takes the life of humans in order to survive. That’s why he stopped, letting his lifespan drain. Only reason he’s in this position now is because he was an idiot and dropped his death note in the human realm where an inquisitive girl like you found it. He’s been with you for a few months now, and it was enough to make him develop an embarrassing attachment.

“Not so smart after all,” his heavy hands smooth up the sides of your thighs, your teeth unexpectedly digging into your lips as you watch him, squeezing your flesh in his hands while your arms stayed pressed to your chest, not sure what to do. They don’t stay for long, Eren pulling your shirt up your ass and over your tits he molded in his big hands, red irises glinting with lust the moment you release a whimper, flicking his thumbs over the barbells pierced into your nipples.

“Can’t believe you,” you pant, shifting in your spot. He stares you down, never stopping.

“Why?”

“You were plotting on me the whole time,” you roll your eyes playfully. “Don’t tell me all those songs you played were for me.”

His tall frame bends to latch his mouth over your brown areoles, gasping and tangling your fingers into his soft hair, Eren shutting his eyes and slowly sucking your skin, smelling you, feeling on you. Shinigami are never to engage in sexual intercourse with humans. It’s a deadbolt law that’ll fuck him over when he’s back. But he didn’t care. It’s worth it knowing he can finally satisfy that ache he has for you.

“Maybe,” he sucks harder, gently smacking your ass to urge another noise from you, pleasing him so far. He breaks contact momentarily, getting his fingers wet before strumming them between your slit, your lack of underwear questioning.

“I heard people who play guitar are good with their fingers,” your thighs entrap his tatted wrist, grinding against his fingers coated in your slick. Wet so easily.

“Guess you’ll find out, huh?” You squeal when he slaps at your clit a few times, thighs trembling ridiculously it’s nearly embarrassing. He barely touched you, and here you were, a dripping fucking mess. You can admit you’ve daydreamed about this a few times, dozing off with your pen between your lips at your desk while he studied you, wondering what you were thinking of the more you gnawed on the object.

Eren likes the way you panic when he picks you up like a feather, arm cupped under your ass as he walks towards the bed he lays you down on. Your arms cuddle yourself making your tits press together, head to the side as you held your sock covered thighs to your stomach, enthralled by his being. You weren’t expecting for him to pull off all his clothing, fascinated by the extended tattoos, toned abs, and muscular arms. His shirt accidentally yanked off the tie keeping his hair together, closing your legs once his hair cascades down his face, long and brushing his shoulders. Shit.

His jewelry remains on, swallowing nervously as he climbs above you, chains dangling in your face and cock resting on your stomach, glaring between both of you to see.

“It’s pretty, ain’t it?” He whispers, shifting his hips back to brush it onto your pussy, whining and spreading your legs.

“Mhm,” you nod, widening your mouth the instant he kisses you, mind going blank within those few seconds. He breathes into your mouth, sloshing his tongue heatedly with yours, circling, sucking, biting, French kissing the fuck out of you. His tongue is freakishly long, lips so soft you’re suffering inside. The metal ball on his tongue has you soaked.

Eren smirks from the way your hips jolt as he traces your skin, reaching in between and strumming your soppy clit like his guitar; gracefully. You cry out, clutching his wrist as he rubs circles harshly, but slow. In love with the way your chest heaves and you hide your face in your hair, pupils blown to show him how turned on you were.

“You trust me, right?” He whispers in your ear, kissing behind the shell of it as he takes his cock in hand, replacing his fingers with the tip, rushing it side to side against your clit as you moan and grasp his thick thigh.

“Trust you,” you suck on your lips, Eren slapping the head on your pussy a few times before hiking your legs up onto his shoulders, leaning over you with your thighs grazing your chest, slipping inside with ease, very cautiously to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. You hiss from his size, so small beneath him, cock burying you til he’s disappeared.

Eren turns his head and cusses under his breath, shushing you the more feeble moans broke from you. Fuck, he hasn’t felt this in years. Your pussy was like the gates to heaven. Warm, wet as fuck, and tight around his cock just the way he liked, pulling him in deeper the more you raised your hips and begged for him to move. Eren keeps you pinned down as he fucks, shallow strokes to ease you into it, literally restraining himself from murdering your pussy.

“I think you’re more of an angel than a god, princess. So easily enraptured by something apart of what you supposedly hate,” he talks to keep himself level-headed, scoffing deviously at your white-turned eyes, scratching at his torso, slightly pushing him away each time he sank deeper, your arousal painting his sharp abdomen. “You like me, don’t you?”

“My pussy likes you,” you counter, his brow raising.

“Who said that was a bad thing?” He tongues his inner cheek, sitting up before he fixes you to where he wants you, holding your back to his chest as he lays behind you. You hold your leg up for him, giving him the easier route to slide right back in, Eren laying your legs straight, rough hand clutching your chin, wide hand covering half your face.

His jaw slacks as he moans along with you, clawing at his thigh behind you as he fucked you hard, ass clapping back onto him, crying into your pretty cloud-like hair that smelt like citrus. He’s brutal with his thrusts, beating your pussy in anger, rouse, annoyance, stress, sadness—any emotion he’s felt for you throughout your time together merges into the pace of his hips.

“Babe,” A choked cry makes him chuckle behind you, breathing through his nose pressed to your cheek. “Ooo, shit, you’re in my stomach, ‘Ren.”

“Yeah,” he taunts, kissing your temple, rolling his hips until you’re slapping your hand on his body, scratching and crying as your pussy flutters and you’re trembling. Until those oh-so angelic symphonies of yours are all he could hear. Panting, whining, moaning his name even if part of you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “You like me, don’t you, baby?”

“I want my eyes,” you manage to demand, his glare eerie, having a small feeling that ulterior motive still lingered. You’re using him so he’d feed into your wish.

“You’re too reckless, you’ll die,” he scowls.

“I. Don’t. Care,” you break carefully so he understood that you were serious, and that if him trying to fuck you meant that you’d forget about it, he’s entirely wrong. “I need them. It’ll be the last thing I ask from you. Please ‘Ren.”

Eren clenched his jaw, cussing madly. “Stubborn fuckin’ woman. Fine. I’ll give them to you.”

You smile viciously, figuring he wouldn’t pick back up until he got his answer. “I like you, asshole.”

“Be sweet to me.”

You almost cry in frustration, grinding you ass back and pouting. “You know I like you.”

It could be a lie, or it could’ve been the truth. He didn’t care, as long as he heard the words it was enough closure.

“Mmm,” Eren hums, squeezing your face in his hand harder, whimpering as he fucked you harder, clenching around his dick from his pretty sounds. He moaned loud by your ear, hissing, whining, praising you, sounding utterly submissive all while fucking you the way he did. “Fuck.”

“Fuck,” you respond, slamming your ass back to match his strokes, turning your face to kiss him, Eren moaning and sucking on your lips, mumbling ‘fuck’ again to follow. You don’t need to tell him you’re cumming for him to know, feeling it all too well, your breathing stopping midst it all, coming down hard before a prolong scream fills the air, Eren holding you close as his eyes roll back and he’s at his high too.

His heartbeat is prominent against your skin, hair sticking to his forehead you brush away before giving him his final kiss, his face straight with drought, eyes dead once again. He pulls out, switching you around and hugging you close, wrapping your legs around him to cuddle. If there was a visual of how he felt on the inside, it’d be glass shards, shattered onto a ground of nothingness.

It’s really unfortunate you die at dawn.

☽ visual. visual. visual.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

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[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right. 

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