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powerofelvis · 8 months

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𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Summary: It’s 1961 and Elvis is in California filming Wild In The Country, so he calls upon the woman who he could count on when he arrives. Being the only female member of the Memphis Mafia comes with perks, even you had to admit that. But, what happens when your boss who had once dubbed you “his little sister” wants something a bit more?

Word Count: 9.4K

Warnings: angst, Elvis is “seeing” Priscilla (although she’s still in Germany around this time period), reader being nosy and listening to an argument, fluff in different spots (if you squint), smut, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (he does not finish inside of her), slight yandere themes

A/N: Before I get into my little rant, this fic was only supposed to be a standalone. However, if I would have kept it all together, it would have probably been pretty damn long. So, this will be a two-parter and don’t worry, this will probably have a happy ending for Elvis and the reader. Maybe. So, this fic came out of the blue and from the recommendation of @headfullofpresley, it obviously needed to see the light of day. I’m also revamping my taglist, so if you want to be added, please let me know.

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Everyone knew about the Memphis Mafia, including you. If you were living in the same age as Elvis, you knew about his circle of friends who he dubbed worthy enough to be around him all of the time.

You just never knew that you would find yourself among those lucky enough to gain his trust.

Until the day that you came into contact with him at a stop light in the middle of Santa Monica Boulevard. At first, you thought that maybe he was trying to flirt with you and while you found him attractive, you weren’t interested in becoming one of his latest flames.

He liked that about you. He liked how you weren’t throwing yourself at him or wanting to spend one night alone with him to experience his rumored expertise of mind-blowing sex. In fact, you made it known that you wanted nothing more than a platonic relationship where he would trust you to fix his hair up whenever his personal hairdresser, Larry Gellar was out of commission.

This is the beginning of your relationship with Elvis, eventually gaining his trust and confidence that he made you the only female member of his circle of friends. At first, the group of men who he hung around weren’t convinced that opening up their friend circle to a woman was ideal but eventually, they grew to love you just as much as Elvis did.

You were seen as a little sister that Elvis never had, becoming the woman that he could confide in and you would do the same. Whenever he was in Hollywood to film another movie, you would come out to meet with him and the guys, causing trouble and messing around with them like they were your older brothers.

It was memorable for you, but you also didn’t know just how memorable it had become to Elvis.

Elvis had phoned you a few days before he was set to arrive back in California as he was set to begin filming Wild In The Country. He told you that Larry wasn’t able to come along with him this time around because he had become ill and asked if you could fill in for him as his roots were beginning to grow back into his natural hair color. “Yeah, I’ll be here when you arrive, E. Just tell me when you want me to dye your hair,”

You didn’t hear from him again for a while until he called you late at night to come over to his Bel-Air home because whenever he wanted something done, it didn’t matter what time of night, he wanted it done.

You arrived at his Perugia home, immediately being greeted by Joe and Jerry as soon as you walked over the threshold. You asked them to help you gather up your things and you set off to find Elvis. “Elvis? Where are you?”

You walked down the long hallway, immediately seeing Elvis coming out of the bathroom without his shirt. He was laughing the entire time, knowing that you would tease him about going without a shirt, revealing his ‘bird chest’ as you would always call it.

“Y/N?” His southern drawl was deep and raspy as usual, but there was a hint of playfulness that he always displayed when he was talking to you.

Elvis knew that you didn’t have a problem with seeing him without a shirt. You were his little sister after all, so he didn’t have a problem with being his usual self around you even if it wasn’t how he would present himself to others who weren’t in his circle of friends.

You snorted as you took him in, rolling your eyes as you sat the supplies down on the bathroom counter. “You know we have to be on set early in the morning and here you are goofin’ around,”

You turned him around to face the large bathroom mirror that sat in front of you, pushing him to sit down in the chair in front of you. You grabbed the towel that was in his hands before you draped it around his shoulders, your eyes never leaving his laughing expression that was on his face.

“Y’know, all of the ladies here in California think I’m crazy for lettin’ ya do my hair,” Elvis laughed, his gaze still on you as he stared into the mirror.

“But, I know that you know what you’re doin’,”

“It’s only because they are jealous that they aren’t able to do it,” You replied, turning your nose up at the repugnant aroma of the chemicals coming from the hair dye that you opened.

You enjoyed moments like this with Elvis. Being the only woman in his circle of friends, you would often find yourself in his company. Whether you were fixing his hair the way that he liked or keeping the boys in line, your relationship with Elvis was very special to you.

“I appreciate that you trust me enough to fix up your hair. I know it’s one of your best features,” You teased him, pressing your tongue into your cheek.

Elvis nodded his head and shut his eyes as you got to work. In his eyes, you were just as important to him and he knew he was to you. Being the only female in the Memphis Mafia meant that you had a closer relationship with Elvis. It was always known that Elvis felt much more comfortable having girls around than men. Even though he was close to his male friends, he still felt a connection with you.

He loved the guys to death, but you were different. You were practically his little sister.

“I trust you with my life, Y/N,” He laughed.

“And with my looks, obviously,”

You felt flattered that he trusted you with his life. You basically trusted him with yours in return. You knew that being the only female in his circle of friends made your relationship sacred, but you also took your role very seriously. “I trust you with my life too, Elvis. And, you should trust me with your looks. Who else is gonna make you look this good, huh?”

You gently wiped away some of the dye that dripped down his neck before it had begun to sting. Elvis laughed at this, knowing that some of the guys often teased him because a woman would do his hair and sometimes his makeup for his films. He didn’t mind being the butt of their jokes, though. He was their boss, after all. What else could they say about him?

As you continued to apply the dye on the roots of his hair, he sighed happily. “Red’s got his tail up with me right now, ya know.”

You finished setting the dye up in his hair, stepping around him to wash your hands before turning around to face him. Red West was one of his closest friends, even you knew that. His relationship with Elvis was solid, but you weren’t always surprised when he and Elvis had a falling out. You raised an eyebrow before you figured you would ask. “What for?”

He rolled his eyes before leaning back in the chair he was sitting in, his cerulean hues meeting yours through the bathroom mirror. “What else ya think he has his panties in a twist for?”

Elvis couldn’t help but laugh, his deep laughter roaring throughout the bathroom. Red made it seem as if he was upset that Elvis invited you over to do his hair, and he knew that Red was probably still mad about it, but he thought that his boss had a thing for you. “He’s thinkin’ that you and I have a thing going on,”

You were confused only for a moment, thinking of all of the possibilities that Red thought up before you laughed softly. You knew the exact reason why he was upset. It was common knowledge among the men that Red had a crush on you. However, you didn’t feel the same. How could you? The red headed man was due to marry Pat, one of Elvis’ secretaries, in the upcoming months.

“Well, I know why he’s acting that way. It’s because he’s the one who has a thing for me but isn’t he fixin’ to marry Pat? I’m not into him and even if I was, I don’t wanna hurt Pat, you know? She’s a real nice girl,”

You leaned back against the counter, rolling your eyes at his audacity. He had a woman who loved him and wanted to be committed to him and he was catching feelings for another woman. You caught Elvis’ knowing gaze, chuckling softly before you raised a brow. “And how does he know that we don’t have a thing going on?”

This was another reason why you and Elvis had an admirable relationship. You both liked to tease each other, never crossing the line as you knew that he was seeing another woman, Priscilla. She wasn’t around at this time, still back in Germany but you knew how serious he was about her—often finding yourself listening in on their conversations over the phone or catching him reading a letter that she had written.

He wouldn’t get upset with you for snooping, though. Elvis laughed at your words, leaning in closely, his voice dangerously low. “Y/N…”

You figured he would scold you, but it was the opposite. He took in your smile because your smile always made him happy. Your attitude towards Red and Pat’s relationship made him return your smile because he knew you were right. Pat was a lovely woman.

“You know that you’ve gone and broken that boy’s heart, right? I’m surprised he still works for me,”

You shrugged your shoulders, brushing off his words. It didn’t matter how Red felt about you, you weren’t the type of woman to get involved with a man who is in a relationship. It wasn’t your style. Elvis knew this, which is why he was adamant about you becoming a member of the Memphis Mafia.

“He’s about to marry this woman but he’s talking about calling it off to marry me instead. I’m not going for that, E.” You started before you took a long pause of silence.

Red wouldn’t leave Elvis. You knew this to be true because Elvis was a generous man. He gives everyone anything they could ever ask for. Red was no exception. “Besides, I don’t think he would ever leave your side. You pay him good money and you give the man anything he could ever want. He would be a fool to quit on you,”

“That’s a good point, honey,” Elvis laughed as he moved closer until he was face-to-face with you. “He definitely would be a fool to quit on me,”

Elvis took a slight pause before he continued talking to you. “You know that they think I’m crazy for keepin’ ya ‘round all of the time, too, don’tcha?”

“I’ve heard,” You retorted, crossing your arms across your chest.

You knew that although you got along with the boys and they enjoyed your company on the majority of occasions, men never wanted to share their friendships with women. You knew that in the beginning that they were weary about your blossoming friendship with Elvis and how close the two of you would eventually become.

“It’s only because they are used to only having nothing but men around. But you have every right to add whoever you want to the group, we all work for you,”

Elvis nodded his head, his face still close to you as he thought about what you said. You were right on both accounts. The Memphis Mafia had been strictly men since the very beginning, but he thought it would be fitting to have a woman’s touch. “You’re right, honey. You’re more than welcomed in the Mafia, no matter what they are sayin’,”

He chuckled under his breath before he leaned back once again, his mischievous eyes locked in on you. “And you shouldn’t be listenin’ to these fools. There’s nothin’ going on between us and they know that,”

“I could care less if they thought there was something going on or not. It’s not really their business, is it?”

You knew that the guys were close and that they knew everything that happened in Elvis’ life, but Elvis never liked them being involved with his relationships with women. He was a very jealous man. “I’m not interested in Red. End of story. So, he should just go along with marrying Pat and put whatever he thinks will happen between me and him to rest,”

Elvis couldn’t help but laugh at your expression. He knew that you only thought that Red was the only member of the group who had these feelings, but the truth was that a lot of the guys shared the same sentiment. You were beautiful, funny, and could keep up with the guys when it came to humor. You were never afraid to tease them right back.

They would never act on their feelings, though. They wouldn’t betray Elvis’ trust like that, knowing how he treated you as family. Elvis took the time to search your face as he noticed that you were deep in thought.

He snapped his fingers in front of your face, making you jump back in surprise. His deep laugh boomed through the bathroom, blue eyes squinted as he noticed how frightened you were. “Let’s finish up. I’ve got some work to do later, remember?”

You and him sat in silence for the remainder of the time, occasionally catching his eyes watching you through the bathroom mirror. As you finished up his hair, his roots were now better than before. The dark locks shined under the bathroom light as you dried his hair before you stepped back. His eyes followed your movements as you cleaned up the mess that you made, packing everything up before you noticed that it was surely late from the moonlight shining through the window.

“It’s late, I guess I should go,” You sighed, picking up your hairdresser bag. “I’ll see you in the morning, Elvis?”

He stood up from his seat quickly as if he was trying to stop you from leaving. He gave you a sheepish smile, placing his hands on your shoulders before turning your frame to face him. His eyes held a slight look of sadness and something you knew all too well, loneliness. Elvis knew that it was a stretch asking for this, but he enjoyed your company too much to allow you to leave.

“Is there anythin’ I could do to make ya stay tonight? It’s late a-and I don’t think a woman like you should be on the roads this time of night. It’s dangerous, you know?”

You stared at him in silence for only a moment before a soft laugh passed your lips. You appreciated his generosity, but you didn’t want to overstay your welcome. You had never stayed overnight with Elvis, it was something that didn’t seem proper and you knew that the guys would surely think something was going on between you and Elvis.

“Elvis, that wouldn’t be proper of me to stay here tonight. As much as I appreciate your invitation, I have to get home,” It was as if your words slapped him in the face because his eyes darkened.

The loneliness in his eyes cried out to you, begging for you to stay. However, Elvis didn’t say a word as he released his grip on your shoulders before turning away from you. “I know, but…”

But what?

Elvis knew how this would end. It always ended the same way, with you leaving to head home and him retreating to his room, alone. Although he was surrounded by people daily, he could never shake the loneliness that he always felt. He wasn’t sure if it stemmed from the loss of his beloved mother before his stint in Germany or because he could never tell if people loved him for himself. You were the only person in his life that he felt loved him as a person.

Not as Elvis Presley, the entertainer.

He sighed before he turned back to face you, a somber expression on his face. “Forget it, I’ll see ya in the mornin’. Drive safely, Y/N,”

Elvis didn’t spare another glance in your direction as he walked out of the bathroom, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the floor. You watched as he walked away from you, your heart sinking into your stomach. You placed your hairdresser bag back on the counter before you put your hand up to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose. You didn’t know why, but you decided at that moment to stay.

It couldn’t hurt, right?

You pushed away the nagging voice of your conscience that was telling you that this was unacceptable. You couldn’t possibly stay the night here with him, but then you realized that the only reason you were so weary was because some of the guys were also here, scattered in different rooms on the property.

Luckily for you, the guys had already turned into bed so you wouldn’t risk the possibility of running into any of them when you should have been long gone. You stood in the bathroom for what seemed like hours until you decided that you would let Elvis know that you would stay. You just hoped that you didn’t make the wrong decision.

Your feet carried you out of the bathroom, eyes immediately narrowing in on his bedroom door and the light that was coming from the bottom of the closed door. Elvis never could sleep, often being the last to go to bed as his insomnia got the best of him. The feeling of guilt filled you as you slowly crossed the floorboards of the house before you stopped in front of his door.

A gust of air filled your lungs as you slowly raised your fist to gently knock on his bedroom door before you cracked the door slightly to announce your presence to him. “Elvis?”

Elvis was laying on his back in his bed, eyes trained to the ceiling as his mind raced with thoughts. “Damnit, Jerry, I thought I told ya that I don’t want to be disturbed,”

You stepped back a little, clearing your throat before you spoke again. “I’m not Jerry. It’s me,”

He sat up in the bed a little, holding himself up on his elbow before his eyes fell on your frame standing at the door. “Y/N, what are ya still doin’ here? I thought you had to go home?”

Elvis scooted over to make room for you on his bed, if you wanted to sit with him. You silently stepped over the threshold before shutting the door quietly. The last thing you needed was Jerry or even Red to see you in Elvis’ room. You weren’t sure why you were going through with this, but from the look in his eyes, you knew that he was lonely.

You never liked seeing him upset or even lonely for that matter, so as you crossed the bedroom floor, you were filled with a purpose of keeping him company. You kicked off your shoes before climbing into the bed with him, sitting on your knees as you faced him. “I felt bad for leaving you alone tonight,”

His eyes showed a glint of confusion but he kept quiet as he knew you had more to say. You took a deep breath, placing your hands on your thighs before continuing. “I know you wanted me to stay here with you. I just don’t think it’s proper, but I also didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. After all, nothing good ever comes out of a woman staying in a house full of men overnight,”

“But I’m here to keep you company only for tonight, if you still want me to?” You spoke softly, taking in the way that his eyes lit up with each word that passed your lips.

“Of course I want ya here, Y/N. You’re my best friend, I’d never want you to go, you know that,” He smiled softly before opening his arms for you to come closer. “C’mere,”

It wasn’t unusual for you to cuddle with him, at least platonically. There were different times where Elvis wanted to be affectionate but he also wanted affection in return. You scooted close to him before wrapping your arms around his torso, placing your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly. “I know, Elvis. But, I’m here now,”

Elvis didn’t know why he was feeling this way, like holding you in his arms was the closest he would get to Heaven. You were his little sister, his best friend, a devoted member of the Memphis Mafia. He didn’t know why he didn’t want to sleep now, wanting to soak up every second with you.

“I don’t know why, but it’s always so peaceful with ya here, Y/N,” He spoke as his hand caressed your hair gently.

This was the norm, so you couldn’t have possibly known there was an underlying reason for him asking you to stay. Until the next words passing his lips made your breath catch in your throat. “I wish you could stay here with me every night, darlin’,”

You pulled your head back into your neck to look at him, your facial expression showing confusion. You decided to play along with him, thinking that he was teasing you again.

“Is that what you want, E? I can always sneak up here when the guys are sleeping and keep you company?” You playfully retorted, a teasing smile on your face.

Elvis chuckled. The thought of you staying in his room every night on nights like these, just to be in his company made him feel at ease. He looked down at you, a sigh leaving his lips. His eyes lingered down to your lips only for a second before his eyes moved back up to meet your expectant eyes.

He couldn’t help himself. He wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss those soft lips of yours until he couldn’t breathe, but he didn’t want to ruin everything by forcing you into a situation that you didn’t want to be in. He had Priscilla, and although she was across the world, he had promised her that he would wait for her. He made promises that she would come to Memphis when he finished filming, but here he was, wanting to kiss his best friend.

He didn’t respond to you for a while, the silence deafening as he stared deep into your eyes. Then, Priscilla crossed his mind once again and he pulled himself back into reality. “You know what? Get some sleep, darlin’, I’ll stay up for a while,”

Elvis assumed that you would take his suggestion, leaving him alone once again with his misguided thoughts. However, you weren’t planning on making things easier for him than he thought. “I’m not really tired, Elvis. I swear I think we have the same sleeping habits,”

His lips pulled into a tight smile, his eyes meeting yours again and it felt as if the world was crashing down around him. He knew that you were always this beautiful, but something was different this time around. The way your hair fell into your eyes, your plump lips parted slightly, and the way your dress accentuated your curves made the walls of his chest cave in.

Elvis knew that he was playing with fire and it wouldn’t be long before he was burned. You kept your eyes on his before you repeated yourself again. “If this is what you want, I’ll keep you company every single night,”

His blues darkened as his breath hitched in his chest. A deep laugh forced its way from the back of his throat as he scooted himself back into a seated position. His fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head up so he could see you better in the dimmed room. “I want you to stay every single night. But darlin’, if you are plannin’ on staying in my room tonight, that means…”

Your heart flipped in your chest as his calloused fingers gripped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his seemingly endless eyes. The air grew still around you as it became harder to breathe. What was he doing?

“That means what?” You found yourself asking, wanting to know just what was the purpose of his words.

Elvis laughed once again when he heard your question. Your eyes were wondering what he could possibly want. He sucked in a breath as he leaned in closer to you, his hand that was once gripping your chin moved up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked so breathtaking to him, his heart racing like crazy in his chest.

“You know what I mean, darlin’,” His voice was soft as satin as his eyes continued staring deeply into your soul.

It was then that Elvis realized the reason why he would look at you longer than usual. The reason he would find himself angry when the guys would flirt with you, especially Red. Elvis liked you. He liked you since that moment at the stop light when you made it evident that you weren’t looking to be another passing woman in his life.

Elvis wasn’t sure if you knew how he felt, but with your next question, maybe he was easier to read than he thought. “How long have you wanted to do this, Elvis?” Your voice shook with uncertainty.

His eyes continued searching yours, your face flushed as he saw his own thoughts confirmed. You had always known what he felt for you, even when he didn’t know it. You wouldn’t admit it, but that was okay because he knew. “Since the first time I laid eyes on you, darlin’,”

He took a deep breath and scooted closer to you, pushing himself further into the moment. He wanted to kiss you tonight. No more hesitation.

Your thoughts run back to the day that you met Elvis in Santa Monica. You were trying to get to work at the salon and he almost made you late because he was so adamant about you coming to work for him instead. You always wondered why he was so interested in you, knowing that he could have any woman that tickled his fancy. Now you know why.

“Is this why you were so adamant about me working for you? I thought you saw me as your little sister? Now, you like me?” You asked him incredulously.

His eyes softened at your accusations as he slightly tilted his head to the side. Your fiery personality only made him want to kiss you more than he ever had before. It was only a few more inches and he would be able to feel the softness of your lips that plagued his mind for so long. “Oh darlin’, you know that ain’t true,”

A nervous laugh left his lips as he took hold of your hand, rubbing his calloused thumb over the padding of your knuckles. “Yes, I’ve had feelin’s for ya a lot longer than you realized. Even seein’ Cilla now, it was always you that I thought of. My eyes were always on ya,”

Your breath hitched at the mention of Priscilla. While you have never met her and vice versa, you know your stance about being with a man who has a woman waiting on them. “So, you only saw me as a little sister because of her? Does—Does she know about your feelings about me?”

He was taken back by your words, quickly hiding his expression by plastering a small smile on his face. He knew that it sounded like a bad thing, with him having feelings for another woman when Priscilla was waiting for him on the other side of the world, but the man couldn’t help himself. He had to have you.

“She doesn’t, but does it really matter?” He spoke firmly, holding his hand up to stop you from speaking before he continued. “It’s not like I’m serious with her. She’s just the girl that the papers claimed got away when I was the one who left. She’s a young girl, I couldn’t wait around for her,”

Elvis knew that his words made him seem like a terrible person but he knew that long distance would never work for him, which is why it didn’t work out for him and Anita like he had hoped. He didn’t want that to happen again and he wouldn’t let it happen, especially not with you. “I know how it makes me sound, but darlin’, believe me when I say that things are different with me and you,”

You stared at him with wide eyes, your heart beating against your ribcage. You were blindsided, but you knew that Elvis wasn’t exactly the faithful type. “Now I need to know darlin’, do ya feel the same?”

A moment of hesitancy passed through your body before you nodded once. Since you’ve been around Elvis, you found yourself wanting to be around him more than before. Elvis smiled at your revelation, taking your hands into his before his head tilted down to meet your gaze.

“Then why didn’t ya act on these feelings, baby?” Elvis asked, wanting to know where your heart was.

“Because of Priscilla, E. I was more than happy to be your best friend because you seemed so happy to finally find the girl who made you the happiest,”

Elvis understood. He knew that you weren’t the type of woman to make moves on someone who was unavailable. You didn’t act on your feelings because of his situation with Priscilla and while he respected you for it, he knew that he couldn’t continue to go on and let you slip from his grasp. He gave you a smile as he scooted closer, tilting your head up once more.

“Let me make ya happy, darlin’,”

“How are you going to do that, Elvis?”

His lips curved into another smile as he leaned in closer, his face only a few inches away. He had wanted this for so long and finally, he was going to make it happen. “This,” He whispered, his eyes on yours.

Then, his lips found yours. His hand immediately gripped the back of your head, pulling you closer. His lips molded with yours as he kissed you deeply and for only a moment, nothing else mattered. You groaned as your eyes were wide for only a moment before they fluttered shut. Your hands moved up to grip his arms as he pulled you in.

Your heart was pounding like bingos, body buzzing from the feeling of his soft and pillowy lips on yours. Your body jumped as you felt his tongue sliding into your mouth as he kissed you with fierceness. Elvis felt his entire body buzzing with excitement as the two of you shared the kiss of a lifetime.

Elvis knew that everything that he felt for you was right there in this one kiss and he knew that he never wanted it to end. He didn’t care that they were in his bed lip locked anymore, he didn’t care if someone walked in on them. He could keep this going for the rest of the night for all he cared. His hand moved under the hem of your dress, grabbing your thigh gently as he pulled you even closer.

He smiled against your lips as he heard your cute little gasp from the feeling of his hand gripping the supple flesh of your thigh. The sound of you muttering his name against his lips drove him nearly insane as his thumb rubbed circles on your skin. He groaned as you pulled away as if you were burned, your lips gently tugging at his bottom lip as your eyes fluttered open.

His cock stirred in his pajama pants as he cleared his throat. He was beyond words at this point, never wanting to feel anything else other than what he was feeling in this moment. He finally had you in his arms, just like he wanted. His chest heaved as he looked into your eyes, his heart racing once again. “I don’t know why you waited so long to tell me how you were feelin’,”

“You already know why I waited, Elvis. I have more respect for myself than to break up a happy home. I can’t bring myself to ruin what you and Priscilla have, it’s not right. This isn’t right,” You were beginning to regret coming up to his room now.

“If I wanted to be with you, I wanted to wait until you were not exclusive with anyone. It’s not right to do that to Priscilla. Not right to you, and certainly not to me,”

Elvis took in your words, knowing that you were looking out for your best interests and his as well. He couldn’t deny that you cared more for him than anyone else in his life and he would never forget it. “I get it, darlin’, I really do. But, what if I told ya that I don’t want to be with Priscilla anymore? That all I want is you,”

“You don’t mean that, E. You’re just saying this because of the moment, right?” You were denying the obvious.

Elvis wrapped his hands around your arms, pulling you so close that you could feel his heart beating against your chest. “I’m bein’ serious, honey. I’m swearin’ off Cilla and that’s the end of it,”

You didn’t know Priscilla and while you knew you should feel sorry that he was talking about leaving her, you couldn’t hide the reality that you were overjoyed at the revelation. You were a hypocrite. You didn’t want Red to leave Pat to be with you and now you were hearing Elvis talk about leaving his woman for you. You sighed as you met his eyes, speaking words that you would otherwise slap yourself for.

“If you don’t want to be with her anymore, I’ll be here once you end things with her. Until then, this can’t happen anymore. This—Us, we can’t do this. It’s not fair to her, E. You know that, right?”

He nodded as he knew that he would have to make the hard decision to break things off with Priscilla. However, he didn’t want to be just friends with you anymore. He couldn’t deny the connection that he felt towards you, the thought of only being friends was now more painful than ever. “I know, darlin’,”

You scooted away from him, keeping your eyes on him as you took in another breath. “Maybe we should go to sleep now. You still have to be on the set tomorrow morning and you know how you are when you don’t get enough sleep,”

Elvis laughed softly before taking your hand in his, kissing the back of your hand before nodding. “Alright, baby, you win this round. I’m goin’,”

Elvis didn’t stay awake for long, his arms holding you tightly as if you would disappear from his arms. You, however, stayed awake. Your mind was reeling from the night’s events and how you had hoped that things didn’t change between you and Elvis.

The following day, Elvis didn’t wake you. He didn’t want to leave you, either. But, duty called and he had no choice but to answer. He figured that you needed the rest and as much as he wanted to lie in bed with you, kissing you until you were blue in the face, he had to head to set.

You didn’t wake up until later on into the afternoon, knowing that Elvis would return shortly after. You sat in his bed, contemplating whether you were ready to show your face to the world. As you sat in your thoughts, you heard Elvis speaking harshly under his breath. It sounded like he was on the phone with someone, but your suspicions were confirmed when you heard the name that you thought about as he laid next to you, snoring softly the previous night.

Priscilla…

“Goddamnit, Cilla. Y/N is staying and that’s final, ya hear?” His voice shook with fury from behind the door.

You couldn’t hear what she was saying, but you knew it had to be about you. You knew that you made a mistake staying here, falling into his web of affection. Now, he was fighting with the woman that he was seeing and you were the topic of that conversation.

“I don’t give a damn ‘bout how ya feel, honey. She’s a member of my goddamn mafia and if I say she ain’t goin’ anywhere, she’s not goin’,” Elvis’ voice raised more, making your heart jump in your chest at his rage.

You knew how Elvis’ temper was. He didn’t show it often, but when he didn’t get what he wanted, it reared its head like a ravenous beast in search of its next meal.

The next words that passed his lips surprised you, his voice becoming soft as silk. “Honey, don’t cry. P-please don’t cry, I just can’t get rid of Y/N. She means a lot to me, Cilla. I—,”

He? You stood from the bed before slowly making your way to the closed bedroom door that separated you from him, pressing your ear to the door as you wanted to hear what he would say next. You could hear faint crying from the other side, a sigh passing Elvis’ lips as he tried to console the younger woman.

“She’s not goin’ anywhere, Cilla. I don’t want to hear another word about it, honey. Now listen, I have’ta go.. No, ‘m not mad at ya, honey. I’ll call you later,” You heard the sound of the phone hanging up before a string of profanities left his lips.

You pushed the door open, catching him by surprise as your eyes fell on him. You couldn’t deny how your heart flipped in your chest at the sight of him. His hair was tousled from what you assumed was from his fingers angrily running through his dark locks. His lips were curled into a snarl, an angry look on his face as he looked back at you.

“Everything alright, E?” You asked softly, afraid to push him further.

“Yeah, I’m fine, darlin’,” He sighed as he stepped towards you, his hands on his hips. “That little girl is just doin’ my goddamn head in about ya,”

You pressed your lips together to keep your words in as you knew that this would happen. You knew that Priscilla would be hurt in the end and yet, you found yourself becoming pulled further in the dark hole known as Elvis’ world. He sighed as he took in your expression, stepping forward more before his hands snaked around your waist.

“Don’t you worry your little head none, honey. You’re not goin’ nowhere and she don’t have the power to change my mind,” He reassured you, his blue eyes moving along your body, his plump bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to fight him. Your mind clouded with desire as he stared at you with hunger in his eyes. “Why don’t ya head on home? I need to be alone for a while, but I’m expectin’ ya to be back in my bed tonight, darlin’,”

A firm nod of your head was all you could muster, slipping out of his embrace as you walked past him. You made your way down the stairs, breathing a sigh of relief that the guys weren’t in your line of sight. You forgot to grab your hairdressing bag, making a beeline for the front door with your keys in hand.

You spent the remainder of the day thinking of excuses to get out of returning to that suffocating house on Perugia Way, but the thought of being away from Elvis weighed heavily on your mind. It weighed you down so much that you weren’t even sure when you arrived back in front of his home so late at night.

The door was unlocked. Elvis must’ve told one of the boys to keep it unlocked but you didn’t know the excuse he came up with. You found yourself standing in the foyer of his home, a pink babydoll nightie adorning your body. Your feet slowly carried you towards the familiar path towards his bedroom door.

The dimmed lighting of his room taunted you from under the door as you took a breath, talking yourself through knocking on his door before pushing it open like you had done the previous night. “Elvis?”

Elvis was sitting on the bed, dressed in his nightly pajamas with a book in his hand. His head snapped up to look in your direction, eyes darkening as his gaze hungrily lingered over your body. He found himself lost in the sight of you, realizing that you were indeed his dream girl. You were perfect to him in so many ways.

“C’mere, baby,” His voice nearly growled towards you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth once again.

Once you silently shut the door behind you and crossed the floor until you were close enough, Elvis placed his large hands on your hips as he kissed you as hard as he could. He wanted you more than he could ever express and tonight, he would have you. Priscilla be damned.

He broke away from the kiss, taking in your breathless beauty as he gazed into your eyes. The hunger was still there, but there was something else there too—Love. “I love ya, darlin’,”

Your breath hitched in your throat from his forwardness. You didn’t know what to say, your mind reeling from the kiss and the way his hands squeezed your hips showing his dominance over you. You didn’t respond to him and he didn’t expect you to, his lustful gaze still lingering over you.

Elvis hummed as he pulled you into the bed with him, your body laying over his lap as he held you in his arms. “I think this is how our nights should end like this from now on,” A smirk ghosted over his lips as his hands lingered down your sides, before resting on your thighs.

“Let’s cuddle together, baby,” He whispered as he laid you down gently on the bed.

Elvis didn’t waste time, pressing his lips against yours once again. His tongue slid into your mouth, his body partially covering yours as he had you pinned into the mattress beneath you. He couldn’t think straight, the desire for you filling him. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you all over, making you cum until you soaked his bedsheets. But then, he realized that he had to be careful.

He knew that you didn’t want this to go any further until he was officially finished with Priscilla. He pulled away from the kiss, his finger placed against your swollen lips as he stared down at you. “Darlin’, I want you to be with me more than anythin’ in this world,”

Your brow raised as you were confused about how his voice changed so suddenly. “I know you ain’t wantin’ to continue this further until I’m done with Cilla, honey. Don’t look at me like that,”

It was wonderous how you found yourself back in his arms again, considering how you knew he was right. You didn’t want to continue until he was through with her, but it was as if he had you under a spell. “I know and I still stand by that,”

Your conscience was lying. You were lying to him but most importantly, to yourself. Your heart sank into your stomach as you returned his gaze, his hand gently taking yours. “I know you understand, honey. I respect ya too much to allow you to be the other woman, so for now we have to settle on these late nights because I can’t get enough of ya,”

You nodded your head as you returned his gaze, his darkened blue eyes staring into your soul with love. It was only silent for only a moment, before it was as if something else had switched between the two of you. His hand let go of yours as his calloused fingers gently ran down the sheer satin material of your nightie.

“Just one time for me, please, darlin’. I know it sounds selfish, but I just want to feel ya, more than I’ve ever felt anyone in my life,” His lustful tone returned.

Elvis could feel the excitement returning as his eyes lingered on your body. Nothing or nobody would stop him from getting what he wanted, not even you. You looked into his eyes as you were trying to understand what he was asking for, but from the desire dancing in his eyes, you knew. “Are—Are you sure you want to do this, Elvis?”

“More than anything,” His eyes met yours once again as he wanted you to see just how much he wanted this.

He didn’t waste any time, his lips meeting yours for the third time tonight. He couldn’t wait any longer, wanting to see you in all of your beauty and glory. He pushed you back down onto the bed, slowly peeling off his pajamas as his lips never left yours. His kisses were filled with love, more love than he had ever felt for anyone in his life.

His fingers moved up your body, hooking under the straps of your nightie before he pushed them off of your shoulders. Your body shivered as you felt the straps falling down your shoulders to reveal your perky breasts to his line of sight. His eyes rolled into his head at the sight of your breasts, a grunt leaving his lips. He couldn’t believe that he had gone so long without seeing them, kissing them, or even touching them.

“My lord, darlin’,” He whispered before he kissed you again, unable to think straight.

“Do you like them?” You asked, a blush crossing your cheeks as your lips molded with his once more.

“Like them? They are the prettiest set of breasts I’ve ever laid eyes on, baby,”

His hands reached for your breasts, caressing them as he wanted to feel you entirely. You were just perfect in every way, he wanted to do more. His thumbs and index fingers tweaked your nipples, a deep moan leaving your lips before his lips peppered kisses along the supple flesh of your breasts.

He was losing control. His hands immediately pulled your nightie off of your body, leaving you in your panties. You found yourself becoming more heated as time went on, your eyes hooded as you watched him remove your pink sheer nightie from your body. He tossed the material off of the bed, his lips finding your nipples as his tongue swirled around the perky buttons.

Elvis was in ecstasy. The sight of you in front of him, naked, made his cock stir. His lips kissed down your body from his previous position near your breasts, leaving a wet trail down your belly as his tongue lapped down before he stopped at the waistband of your laced panties. His nose inhaled your arousal, humming under his breath as his eyes moved back up to meet yours.

“Goddamn, baby, I bet that kitty is just weepin’ for me,” he whispered, his lips kissing over your mound through your now wet and sticky panties.

He licked his lips as his fingers hooked into the band of your panties, slowly pulling them over your hips and down your legs, leaving a trail of wetness behind. “Look at her, just cryin’,”

He laid on his stomach before you, his arms hooking under your thighs as he pulled you closer to his awaiting lips. Your ankles hung over his shoulders as he peppered kisses around your pelvic bone. He had contorted you in the position that he wanted, his fingers pulling your vulva lips apart as he watched you drip with arousal.

“Fuck, you’re soakin’,�� He growled before his tongue lapped through your lips.

It took all of your strength not to scream at the top of your lungs as he seemed to make it his mission to devour you whole. His tongue continued pushing your slit open before twirling around your quivering clit. He moaned as his fingers pushed your slit apart, his index finger sinking to the hilt inside of you as his tongue seemed to have a mind of its own.

“E-Elvis, oh my god—,” You softly cried, eyes shutting tightly as all of your emotions collided at once.

“Relax, honey. Let me give you want your body is wantin’,” He whispered against your pussy, his fingers slowly pumping into you as his tongue flicked against your bud.

You placed your fist against your mouth to keep your moans low, hips slowly rocking against his mouth. He chuckled as his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it as if his life depended upon bringing you the pleasure. His digit curved into you, pumping at full force as your wetness dripped out of you. Elvis had no issues with this, lapping up every drop to ensure none would escape his grasp.

His lips moved away from your clit before replacing it with his thumb as he rubbed small circles on it. His finger found the spongey spot inside of you, pushing up against it firmly. It was as if the dam had broken inside of you as you yelped and writhed on the bed.

“That’s it, baby. Take what ya need,” His raspy voice called out to you as his tongue returned to your slit, lapping up the juices that flowed from you.

Your eyes crossed as you felt yourself inching closer to completion, your body jolting and jerking with such force as he continued fucking his finger against your spot. It was then that he wiggled his fingertip against the spongey spot inside of you that your vision went black, your name flowing from his lips as he made you cum as hard as he could.

His lips were glistening with your arousal, pulling his finger out of you before lapping up the remaining of your cum that was plugged up by his digit. He plopped his finger into his mouth, licking it clean before removing it with a slight pop. His hands ran up your sides before he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand. His lips found yours once more, giving you a taste of yourself.

Your mind was spinning from the aftermath of your climax, gripping his shoulders as you searched for more. He removed his lips from you before he laid down beside you, turning your body away from him until you laid on your side, your back facing him. Your eyes widened as you wondered what he had planned. Elvis’ eyes lingered down your beautiful back, admiring how your curves were perfect in every way.

“I love ya, Y/N. You make me crazy, ya know that?” He whispered in your ear as he pulled you against his chest.

“You want me in this position?” You whispered as you turned your head to look at him over your shoulder.

You wrapped your arm around his neck, your fingers running through his hair as you sucked in a breath. He chuckled, eyes glistening with desire and passion as he nodded. “I want ya in every way, baby. Every angle of you is perfect,”

Elvis lifted your leg before pushing the sheets away with his knee, revealing just how perfect your body was to him. Your curves, soft skin, your back, everything was perfect to him. He wanted to touch you everywhere, he couldn't wait anymore. His arm hooked under the bent of your knee, pulling you closer as he felt your ass press against him. “You comfortable, b-baby?”

You nodded as you turned your head to look at him once again over your shoulder, eyes pleading with him to fill you. “I’m comfortable, Elvis.”

Elvis gripped his cock, pushing his foreskin back to reveal his leaking tip as he aligned himself at your entrance. He was driven to the point of no return, he knew he couldn’t take it slow anymore. He slowly pushed his cock inside of you, splitting you apart as every inch slowly sank inside of your weeping pussy. You gasped, gripping his hair as he entered you. “Oh god..”

Elvis felt his eyes widened as he was finally in the place he wanted to be. His lips kissed at the back of your neck as his eyes continued looking towards you with desire. His hips moved slowly at first, giving you time to become acclimated as his hips pumped into you. He couldn’t continue like this, though, picking up the pace almost immediately.

His other hand gripped the sheets as he felt your body against his. He moved his hips faster, wanting to give you a feeling that you would remember. His lips found your ear as he began whispering about all of the things he wanted to do with you. “You feel so goddamn good, darlin’, fuck,”

You let out a tiny cry as words escaped you. The sound of their bodies connecting filled the room, causing you to tilt your head back to rest against his shoulder. His fingers dug into your thigh as your body jolted with pleasure. “I need ya to be mine, Y/N. To b-be my wife, the mother of my children. You’re so goddamn perfect, honey,”

You were so filled with desire that his words didn’t register until you found yourself crying out your response. “Yes, I-I-I will be your wife, the mother of your children. Please, don’t stop,”

You whined out as his hips continued snapping into you, his balls hitting your pussy as he ravished you in his bed. Elvis was satisfied with your response, moving his hand that was gripping the sheets to gently wrap around your throat. His teeth gritted together as he grunted and moaned deeply into your ear, his breath hot against it. “Then, say it again. Say you’ll be mine. Say it, say it now,”

“I-I’m yours, Elvis. Fuck,” Your voice shook as you found yourself slowly slipping into oblivion. You felt your stomach tightening, giving you the hint that you were about to cum once again.

“Good girl, cause I ain’t ever lettin’ ya go. You hear?” He chuckled deeply, almost sounding guttural as he continued stuffing you full with his cock.

His hand released your throat and your leg before his hands gripped your hips, yanking you back harder against him. Elvis had finally staked his claim on you and it was now that he realized that no one else would take you from him—not Red, not the guys, nobody. You whimpered as you felt your back arch, your body shivering as you came hard for the second time tonight. He let out another guttural growl, his cock hitting you in places that you never felt before.

You whimpered as overstimulation began to sink in, wanting to run away from him but his grip on your hips were nearly bruising as he plowed into you again and again. “I’m ‘bout to burst, baby. Oh fuck,” He growled as his hips picked up speed, the bed squeaking and rattling from his rapid thrusts.

He grunted as he pulled out just in the nick of time, his warm and sticky cum coating your vulva lips and slit as his hips stuttered. “The next time we fuck, I ain’t pullin’ out of ya,” He breathlessly laughed as he fell back on the bed, pulling you into his arms.

It was silent as the only sounds were of yours and Elvis’ breathing. “That was…that was,”

“Perfect, just like you, honey,” He whispered as he pulled you into his arms.

You didn’t respond, the weight of the situation now hitting you all at once. As Elvis laid beside you filled with happiness and bliss, you laid there with dread and uncertainty. You had just had sex with a man you considered to be your best friend, the man who pays you to work for him. But this same man has another woman who is on the other side of the world, wanting to be with him.

What in the hell have you done?

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spideysquake · 7 months

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“good answer” - p.p

summary: peter is scared to love as much as he does, but sometimes you have to do the thing that scares you. [i got the idea/inspiration from ‘banyan tree – interlude’ by machine gun kelly, even though that guy kinda sucks and his music is generally pretty mid]

word count: 1k words

warnings: cursing, i genuinely cannot tell if this is angst or fluff and i’m okay with that, this can be imagined as any iteration of peter bc i know everyone has their favorites

a song on the side: banyan tree – interlude by machine gun kelly

“You know, I would do pretty much anything for you.”

You were sprawled out on Peter’s dark blue comforter, your head resting against his thigh and your feet dangling off the edge of the bed. The sky was beautiful and gloomy and there was a good chance that it was going to rain – the kind of rain that makes you want to light a candle and dig out the heavy blankets from the back of your closet. It had been about twenty minutes since either of you had said anything – Peter had been almost positive you were asleep until your words broke the silence in his tiny, dusty apartment.

“What do you mean?” Everything you did was vital to Peter. Everything you loved, he wanted to love. Everything you craved, he wanted to give you. Everything you thought and felt and said, he wanted to know and hear and understand. The day would never come when he felt he was too close to you or knew you too well. To know you was to love you, and he was content to spend the rest of his life doing both.

“I mean it. I would do just about anything for you,” you hummed, though you refused to make direct eye contact with your boyfriend. Instead, you traced your fingertip over the set of initials you had inked in Sharpie over the hollow point of his wrist, where the soft skin met the jutting tendon – your initials on his wrist, and his on yours. “Anything you want me to do, I’ll do. Anything you want from me, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

It was the most romantic and terrifying thing Peter had ever heard. If he was just another broke, anxious twenty-something college student, your words would be the greatest thing he’s ever heard. But he’s Spider-Man. And being Spider-Man means constantly putting the people he loves in harm’s way. As long as he had these powers, as long as he used his abilities, you were never really safe. Peter hated that he was putting you in danger, but he couldn’t let you go. He had lost too much. For once in his life, he wanted to be selfish. And he wanted you more than anything.

“I don’t want that, though.” Peter felt like his body was on fire. Whether it was from love or fear, he wasn’t sure. Was there really much of a difference? “I want you to be you. To be free. Don’t just do things for me.” His desperation was clawing at the inside of his chest like he was holding it captive. He was damn sure going to try.

“No, I know.” You were sitting up now. “But that’s what I mean. Like, doing things for you isn’t just doing things for you, you know? It’s also doing things for me. They aren’t really different anymore. Making you happy makes me happy.” You threaded your hand through his overgrown curls, your thumb smoothing back and forth over his freckled cheek. His ears were hidden under small tufts of untamed locks, but he could still feel the tips of them heating up as you gazed lovingly as him. Suddenly, he was overcome by his need to be holding you, to hold your head to his heart and to feel the comfort that came with knowing that you were real, and you were with him, and you weren’t going anywhere.

“What makes me happy is knowing that you’re safe, that you’re on the other side of the phone, waiting to pick up when I call you. What makes me happy is knowing that you are going to live a long and happy and fulfilling life, and that you get to wake up every morning and know that you are loved.” Peter buried his chin into your hair, which he noticed smelled like his minty conditioner. There was a weight behind his eyes, but he refused to cry when the conversation began with an admission of your love. “Even if that means it isn’t with me.”

“Baby, that’s not… That stuff only matters if it’s with you. I don’t want any of that otherwise. I only want a long and happy life if I’m waking up to you every morning. Without you, it’s not a happy life. I’m happy with you.”

Peter was scared. If he’d learned anything in this life, it was that bad things happened to people who loved Peter Parker. He couldn’t be your downfall.

“But Spider-Man… What if you — What if I do something? What if someone bad finds me, or finds out who you are to me? What if I’m the reason you —”

You wiped at Peter’s tear-stained cheeks with your fleecy sleeves, and you pressed your forehead to his – so close that you could the smell the peppermint tea he’d been drinking when you first laid down together.

“Pete, baby… We can’t control any of that shit. Yeah, bad shit is going to happen. And yeah, maybe some of it will happen because you’re Spider-Man. But even if you weren’t, bad things would happen. That’s life, honey. But we can’t run away from the good things because they could end one day. I would rather die knowing that we loved each other as much and as hard as possible than live forever wondering if there was ever something I didn’t say, or a kiss I didn’t give you. If I die knowing exactly what it felt like to love and be loved by Peter Parker, then I did it right.” You pressed your lips to Peter’s forehead, and he wondered what he could’ve possibly done to earn you.

All he could think was that he would spend the rest of his life earning this moment: your hand in his hair, your scent in his sheets, your warm breath against his cheeks, and your heartbeat lined up right next to his in your chests.

His throat felt thick and his voice felt heavy, but he couldn’t let such wonderful words go unanswered.

“And just when did you get so wise about matters of the heart?” Your noses brush and it’s the most glorious millisecond of his life.

“It comes with the territory of being so hopelessly in love with the best guy I’ve ever known.” You beam up at him like you hold the secrets to the universe under your tongue, and it’s all he can do not to go searching for them.

What a wonderful answer.

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f4irydaydreams · 2 years

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eddie munson giving you his ring

✿ the first thing you noticed about eddie were his ring decorated hands.

✿ when dustin and mike asked you to join hellfire for the night you certainly weren’t expecting to be in such close proximity with the eddie munson.

✿ you always admired him form after, you’ve even watched him play with his band once. more like gawked at his skilled fingers but still.

✿ every time he gestured while going through his campaign your eyes kept drifting towards his hands and then his smile.

✿ eddie of course noticed something was up

✿ he wouldn’t bring it up in front of everyone ofcouse. but he was delighted to see that the pretty girl the kids brought in to sub in seems to have an interest in him.

✿ cocky bastard

✿ “you seemed a little distracted today sweetheart”

✿ “i don’t know what you’re talking about eds”

✿ he slips one of his rings onto your hand. the ring is a little big and looks out of place on your smaller manicured hands but the action makes your heart flutter.

✿ “i know you like them princess”

✿ he winks, kisses you on the cheek and skips out leaving you a blushy mess. since when was eddie munson so smooth?

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rjmartin11 · 4 months

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Sweet Kisses

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Candy, a young enslaved woman, learns the art of witchcraft from her mistress, Margaret. Along the way, Candy meets the mysterious Elvis, who appears to be more than what he seems. A vampire with an agenda. Candy and Elvis form an unbreakable bond that proves to be fatal.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Witchcraft, vampires, blood, murder, magic, hence the witchcraft, talks of slavery, sadness, forbidden love, smut, death.

Material is not suitable for under 18 years of age. View discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: I'm making this special appearance for a limited time. One of my friends (@powerofelvis) wrote this incredible story about the Vampire Elvis, and I always wanted a prequel to it. Sadly, said friend has quit indefinitely. I'm heartbroken over it, and I hope I do it justice. This is one of my favorite stories written in the fandom. If you enjoy this tale, please like, follow, comment, and repost.

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"These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness, and the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore, love moderately." - William Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet

1692

Candy toils away in the kitchen as dinner soon approaches. She sweats as the heat of the oven has the room sweltering. She's been working all day to make sure the food is prepared to master's liking. The breads baked to perfection. The roast is honey coated. The mash potatoes are fluffy, the greenbeans seasoned, and the cake's sweet. So she hopes.

Candy wipes her brow as sweat pours down her face from the heated stove. She hears a slight rattling on the table and swiftly turns around to look at the table. Everything is in place as it should be. She takes out the roast, placing on the adjacent bar.

The rattling sound happens again. Candy turns just in time to see a teacup falling to the floor. She's too far away from the falling teacup to catch it, so she does the only thing she can. She stretches out her hand, feeling the energy of her power flow through her. She catches the cup in mid-air. She places the cup back on the table with ease and exhales. Her fear subsides, allowing her to relax once more.

"Very good, young one," Margaret says, stepping out of the shadows of the doorway. "You've been practicing."

"Yes, thank you, Mistress," Candy says, bowing her head.

Margaret walks into the hot kitchen, looking at all the food prepared for the evening's dinner. She pauses, not wanting to take another bath.

"Candy, make it cooler in here, now," Margaret orders.

"Yes, Mistress."

Candy faces the three windows that lead to the outside. Slowly, she raises her hands up, opening the windows. Putting her hands slightly together and widening her fingers, Candy quietly conjures the cool night air to cool down the room.

"Very good, Candy."

"Thank you, Mistress," Candy says, placing her hands back in front of her.

"Tonight promises to be a must eventful evening," Margaret says, looking back at Candy.

"Why is that, Mistress?"

"After dinner, when the men smoke their cigars and have their console. The women will have ours," Margaret says.

She lightly lifts up Candy's chin.

"I will announce you as my apprentice. You will join my council of witches. You will be seen as my equal in a circle where there's no favorites. We will be sisters, and you will call me Margaret."

"Yes. Margaret."

Candy knew, as well as any slave, it was forbidden to cross the line of formal and casual with her mistress and master. Yet her mistress is giving her a direct order to call her by her name as if she's an equal. Candy knows her place. She knows what to say in front of Master Abbott. It was beat into her for the last two years of how to act properly as an enslaved woman. Now that her mistress has commissioned her to be a witch, she realizes she must tread softly.

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As the other servants of the Abbott household, Candy has permission to be absent for an hour. She wastes no time, taking a spare pair of clothes with her, and quietly runs through the woods. Slaves don't have the right to wash indoors, but Candy found a private spring a mile away from the Abbott's house.

Running through the woods is almost as good as running through the palms of Barbados. If she closes her eyes, she can almost smell the fresh salt sea air.

When she reaches the spring, she stripes herself away from the chains of slavery for just a moment. Candy places her clothes on the giant oak tree limbs that reach over the water. Without another thought, Candy dives into the lukewarm water, cleasing herself from the Abbotts.

When she comes up for air, she rubs her left shoulder, where her moon shaped birthmark lies. As she washes her hair, Candy sees the figure of a man in the distance. Candy gasps as she back strokes in the water.

"Who are you?!" Candy asks, covering herself with her hands. "What are you doing here?!"

"Who are you?!?" The stranger asks, the bass of his deep voice sends fear to Candy's heart.

"Never you mind!" She shouts, realizing he was a white man she swims back to the shore.

Not caring if he sees her naked body, Candy rings out her wet curls and puts on her clothes.

"You're not a shy one, are ya?!?" He shouts to her.

Candy looks over her shoulder then walks away. She was hoping for a peaceful bath, but she was interrupted by a stranger who could possibly get her into trouble.

"Wait a minute!" He shouts to her.

Candy stops in her tracks, knowing the rules. If a white man, woman, or child asks her to do something, she's supposed to do it without question. Fully dressed, he makes his way in front of her.

"You didn't answer my question," he said.

"W-which question was that, sir?" Candy asks, looking into his eyes.

Something behind his eyes captures her heart. His eyes were as blue as the waters that surrounded her home island. Behind his oceanic eyes lay a rushing wave that spoke to her lonely soul.

"Who are you? You're different. You have fire in you that most slaves would fear to have."

"I'm... Candy."

"What family do you work? Candy?"

"I'm a slave in the Abbott's household," she answers, crossing her arms shrinking away from him.

"The Abbotts... fine company you keep."

"Sir, forgive me. I have to get back to my mistress."

"I never liked the thought of slavery. In fact, it makes me sick to my stomach," he says, lifting her chin. "You're the first servant that's looked me in my eyes since I've been in town."

"Sir, please..."

"Elvis. My name's Elvis, little one."

"Master Elvis..."

"It's just Elvis... Candy."

Candy knew with one breath she could knock him down on his back. But the law would kill her for exposing herself as a witch.

"I have to go... Elvis."

Candy runs past him, heading to the Abbott house. Once back in the house, Margaret escorts her to the ladies' quarters. Inside, about fifteen ladies fill the room, seven of which are black. Light illuminates the quarter as the candles flicker. It sparks that fire Elvis was telling her about earlier.

Margaret and Sarah Barnett bring Candy the coven wine gauntlet.

"Sisters," Margaret starts. "Let us welcome our new sister, Candy, to the coven."

The ladies individually say their hellos and greetings to Candy. Margaret gives Candy the gauntlet of wine and whispers to her instructions on what to say in her induction speech. Candy smiles, taking the gauntlet in her hands.

"I... I drink of my sisters, and I do so entering this unbreakable circle with perfect love and perfect trust. Never putting no one above my sisters and this coven."

Candy raises her glass in a toast and takes a sip. The ladies applaud her, then one by one, kiss her cheeks, welcoming her into the coven. They asked for a small demonstration of her powers. Candy levitates all the candles in the room. This act pleases the coven.

The evening goes on with light wine and conversation. The ladies speak of secrecy and discretion.

"First and foremost, we are to remain quiet about who we are. We also must watch out for vampires," Sarah instructs.

"What are vampires?" Candy asks.

"Our true enemies. They are the enemies of those who produce warm blood in their veins," Sister Miraim squabbles.

Mistress Sarah gently places her hand on top of Miraim's hand, calming her.

"If I may," Sister Beth commented. Beth was the slave of Lord and Lady Blacksmith. "As Miraim more spiritly put it, vampires are our enemies, yes. But moreover, they are undead creatures that look and speak just like us with minor misconceptions. Other than drinking the blood of the living to survive, they sneak through the shadows of the night like evil spirits. They can't walk in the daylight. The sun is a holy relic that burns their pale skin. They are unholy creatures. If they feed on a witch, they gain ten times more strength and speed."

"Vampires are our enemies, and they will be disdained as such," Candy stated.

As the meeting drew in for a close, Beth pulled Candy aside for a small conversation.

"Just between us, Candy. I'd love it if you joined our small group of enchantress," Beth said.

"Enchantress group?" Candy questioned.

"You must never tell your mistress. All of the enslaved women here are a part of it. They may see us as equals here in this room, but once outside those doors, we are mere slaves yet again," Beth states.

"I know this to be true," Candy acknowledges.

"Do you know of the Well's family?" Beth asks.

Candy shakes her head.

"They were absent tonight, but they have a slave by the name of Renée and she's also from the island of Barbados."

"My cousin? Here in Salem? We were separated during the auction two years ago. I feared I'd never see her again."

"Never say never, Sister Candy. She's a part of our coven. Will you join us at your leisure tomorrow?" Beth asked.

"Yes. I will be there."

The next day, Candy reunites with her beloved cousin, Renée. Seeing Renée brought a great joy to her, she thought she'd never experience again. Candy and Renée reconnected, building a strong bond of blood and magic.

Because of this, Candy pledged her undying loyalty to this secret black coven within a larger coven. Together, they formed the Coven of Black Enchantresses. Reading and writing were outlawed for slaves but the sisters taught each other how to read and write. Margaret secretly tutored Candyin her spear time from the Book of Spell Casters.

Two weeks later...

The churches harvest ball was quickly approaching. The autumn leaves were falling, and the weather started to cool. Candy cleaned the house from top to bottom with the assistance of her cousin, Renée.

"Candy, this harvest ball sounds so exciting," Renée said, striking up a conversation.

"Yes. Too bad slaves can't participate."

"True. Can we just imagine, though?"

Candy looks back at Renée's eager face. So full of hope for things to come. Being that Renée is her younger cousin, Candy obliges her whim of imagining a life better than their current one.

"Let's make a small circle, Candy. We're alone," Renée says, grabbing her hands.

Candy and Renée breathe deeply, chanting small incantations. As the circle forms, they open their eyes to look at one another.

"What are we imagining, Renée?" Candy asks.

"A life without servitude, cousin. A life away from this hell."

"Home..." Candy whispers as she imagines the waves crash against the shore of her home.

"Candy, you are of age. If things were different, you could have on one of those pretty gowns and fall in love tonight."

"That's not in the book for me."

"Imagine. Don't break the circle because of things that may not be. Close your eyes as I conjure you up the perfect night," Renée says.

Candy obeys her cousin and allows her imagination to run as wild as horse on a prairie.

"You have on the most beautiful dress of all the eligible women at the ball. Every eye is on you, but one bachelor catches your eye. Oh my. Candy, he's handsome."

Renée says these words, and those pair of blue eyes come back to her mind. The fine cut jawline exquisitely complements his brood shoulders. He's built like a god of legend. He lips... cover a smile of sharp fangs.

"Elvis!" Candy shouts, breaking the circle. Fear covers Candy's soft features.

"Who's Elvis?" Renée asked.

"I wish I knew," Candy says, taking a breath. "Come, let's finish up. No more imagining for today."

The Harvest Ball

The entire town of Salem, with a few residents from surrounding areas, has come to celebrate. All the lords, ladies, and their children are dressed in their Sunday best. They make conversation, sip on libations, and nibble on snacks as the light hymns play.

Candy was excused from the duties of the event. She quietly watches from the window outside. A part of her wishes she could be in there dancing with a handsome stranger. She wishes she could be the bell of the ball. But no, she would rather go for a swim.

She goes to get Renée, Beth, and Phadrea to go for a swim. Originally, her spring was supposed to be a private place, but she'd not dare keep it from her sisters.

As they walk arm in arm through the quiet town, they hear growling like a pack of wolves have surrounded them.

"Those are vampires," Beth says. "Be ready to defend yourselves, sisters."

The three witches fight with their might. Candy turns to her left and sees a pair of red eyes in the dark. Fear seeps within her veins, and her heart races at the face of this loathsome creature. She takes a deep breath and chants her incantation as dark smoke springs from her hands. She throws her hand up, slamming the vampire hard against the side of a house. He laughs with evil delight as Candy gives herself strength to pick him up and throw him. He hits the ground with a thunderous thud. He looks over at Candy, his demonic eyes glaring back. She's ready for him.

Then Candy hears Renée scream at the top of her lungs. A vampire on top of Renée, ready to sink his into her flesh.

"RENÉE!" She shouts, using her energy to throw the off of her.

The vampire Candy turned her back on, grabbed her neck from behind, throwing her to the ground. He growls, exposing his sharp fangs to her. Candy places her foot in his abdomen, flipping him underneath her. He rips the top part of her dress off her shoulder, showcasing her moon shaped birthmark.

"The cresent moon," he says, looking into Candy's eyes. "Little one?"

Candy backs away from him, holding the top of her dress. He stands and shouts at the other vampires. They all scatter in different directions except for him. He glares at Candy for a moment, revealing his human face.

"Elvis," Candy breathes.

Elvis smiles and races into the darkness of the night. Candy exhales for the first time since the first initial attack.

"Candy?" Renée says, coming to aid. "Are you alright?"

"I... I think so," Candy says.

"We are not safe, sisters," Beth states. "There are vampires in Salem. We must inform the heads of the council."

・ʚ♡ɞ・💋・ʚ♡ɞ・

The next day, Candy cleans the house from top to bottom, trying to get that image of Elvis out of her mind. Ever since the first time they met, Candy knew there was something about him. Something different. She never dreamed it was that he was a vampire.

Candy finds time later in the afternoon to make her way to the spring. When she arrives there, it's as silent the grave. She quietly walks to the edge of the water, bracing herself for the unexpected.

"I hoped you come," Elvis said.

Candy throws him up against the base of the oak tree, holding him there.

"We need to stop meeting like this, Candy."

"Why should I trust you?" Candy asks.

"Because, if I wanted you dead, I would have killed you last night."

"I don't trust you. Vampires are the sworn enemies to witches!"

"We don't have to be. I don't want to hurt you."

"What do you want, Elvis?"

"To live in a world where slavery doesn't exist. A world where vampires and witches are not enemies but live together in harmony. A world where humans don't fear us. We shouldn't have to hide in the shadows."

"That's impossible..."

"Why? Because you were told it couldn't?"

Something in Candy wanted to trust him. She wanted to believe him. She eases her hand down, releasing Elvis from the tree. Elvis slowly walks up to Candy, never looking away from his eyes.

"Sit with me, please," Elvis asks.

"Why would you want to sit with me?"

"I find you beautiful and interesting. I've been waiting for you to come back here and spend time with me."

Elvis offers Candy his hand, and without hesitation, she takes it. Noticing how warm his touch is, her heart rate raises.

"You're so warm," Candy points out.

"Yes."

"And you're out in the sunlight."

"Yes, I am. Those tale tales were created to throw humans off our scent," Elvis admits.

He sits her down in the grassy meadow. For a moment, they stare at one another. Elvis admires her dark curls and honey coated skin. He finds her absolutely breathtaking.

"Where are you from?" Elvis asks her.

"Barbados. I was kidnapped two years ago. My cousin and I. Sent here. Away from my family. Forced into slavery," Candy sighs.

"You miss it."

"Everyday. I miss the palm trees and the sandy beaches and the blue water, my mother," Candy said, reminiscing about a life stolen from her.

A tear falls from her eye. Elvis takes her hand and places a kiss on her knuckles. An energy radiates from his touch to her soul. For the first time in a long time, Candy smiles a true smile.

For the next week, Candy finds a way to spend the afternoon in Elvis' arms. They share stories about their lives. Soon, Candy finds herself falling madly in love with Elvis. He's never far from her thoughts.

"How's about we go for a swim, baby?" Elvis asks.

Candy stands up and strips her dress off, being completely bare in front of Elvis. Elvis analyzes her body carefully. Every curve and every scar.

She runs into the water, diving into the water. When she comes up for air, Elvis has disappeared.

"Elvis? Where are you?" She calls out.

"Here," he whispers in her ear.

She turns to see Elvis behind her. Elvis grabs her face and kisses her lips softly. There's nothing between them at this moment but water. Candy wraps her arms around Elvis as he kisses down her neck to her arm. He kisses her birthmark.

"Oh, Elvis," she cries out.

He stops short and looks at her.

"What's wrong?" Candy asked.

"I want to taste you."

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes, but you'll like. I promise."

"Okay," Candy says, bracing herself.

Elvis kisses her neck then sinks his teeth into her skin. Candy feels a rush as he tastes her blood. Candy sees Elvis' past in quick images. Love. Loss. Death. It makes her want to protect him and guard him from the world. She also feels herself wet as Elvis sips her blood. He pulls back for air and licks her wounds.

"You're pure magic, Candy," he says.

"You're pure love, Elvis," she says, kissing his lips.

Elvis lifts her leg and drives into her with his hardened shaft. She moans at the urgency of it all. Her bud is so sensitive, and she feels so needy for what Elvis can give her. She never truly knew about this connection. The bond among her coven was nothing compared to this. She feels herself expand as he thrusts his cock into her throbbing pussy.

A fire deep within her has ignited and feels like Elvis is casting a spell on her. She grips ahold of him chasing this feeling until finally she bursts. Elvis follows quickly behind her.

"Oh, E. That was spellbinding."

"That was lovemaking, darling."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I love you, Candy. I'm in love with you," Elvis says, kissing the top of her head.

Thirty minutes later, Elvis takes Candy to his cabin. Their both still pretty wet from swimming, so Candy lights a fire for them. They sit for a while, getting warm from the flames.

Elvis can't help himself. He strips from his wet clothes and asks that Candy do the same. He lays her down in front of the fire and precedes to make love to her once more.

The flame on the inside of Candy scorch her soul as he pushes and pulls in and out of her until once again she cums. They lay in each other's arms for a while until Elvis breaks his silence.

"Marry me, Candy. Be my bride. Let's rule this world as one," Elvis begs.

Candy looks at him. Seeing the seriousness in his eyes melts her heart. She wants nothing more than to be with him.

"What about my sisters?" Candy questions.

"In time, they will come to accept our union. Please, my love. Marry me."

"Yes, I will."

"You will?"

"I will."

They kiss for a moment, and Elvis cuts his arm to unite them both as one.

"Drink. Be one with me. It won't turn you into a vampire. This will make you more powerful than any witch on Earth."

Candy licks his cut from top to bottom. The blood fills her taste buds with a peculiar taste, but the sensation was a delight. She feels stronger somehow. She feels like she has more control over her powers.

Realizing the time, Candy gives Elvis one last kiss goodbye and runs back to town. When she arrives, the coven is all there waiting to her.

"Where have you been?" Margaret asks.

Candy has no words. She can't lie to them, but she can't tell them the truth either.

"Beth," Margaret called. "Make her speak."

Beth stepped forward, placing her palms up and out to Candy.

"Give me your hands, Sister Candy," Berh orders.

Candy hesitates but does as she's asked. She places her hands on top Beth's hands.

Beth sees all that had conspired in Candy's mind. She sees the secrets they have and all of her moments with Elvis. All their private moments.

Beth gasps, pulling away from Candy she slaps her in the face.

"Sisters, she has betrayed us all! She has lied with a vampire, allowed him to drink blood from her veins, and tasted his blood as well!!!"

An unholy gasp spreads across the room.

"Sisters, please. Let me explain," Candy begs, tears falling from her eyes.

Margaret slaps Candy's face, silencing her.

"You have lost all rights to speak!" Margaret shouts.

"I love him."

"You shall burn for your sins against us. Your betrayal has stung us all to the core," Margaret states. "All witches in favor."

"Aye!" Screamed by each witch except for Renée who watches in terror from the back of the room.

For the next few days, Candy remains locked in an upstairs room with little to no food. She cares not for herself but for Elvis. She was supposed to see him at the springs. With little to no way to get to him, Candy falls into despair.

Suddenly, there's a commotion downstairs. Things are being thrown about the rooms, and there's yelling.

Candy has been patient long enough. She blows the door down with one wave of her hand. She runs downstairs and sees Elvis being choked by Margaret. Candy waves her arm and flings Margaret away from him.

"Elvis, darling," Candy runs to him, helping off the floor.

"My love," Elvis says, kissing her lips. "I've come to take you away from this horrible place."

"Traitor!" Margaret yells.

"No! Margaret, I don't want this! Elvis wants to make this world better for us all. He's a great man!"

"Love, she's set in her old ways. No use explaining to her," Elvis says, picking her up in his arms and racing out the door.

For the next week, Elvis trains Candy on fighting and strengthening her powers. Elvis feels a fight coming, and he wants to be prepared. Candy wants Elvis to fight her with all his might because if she could stand against him, she can face anyone.

Elvis knocks Candy down on her back this time. It's hard enough that blood comes from her mouth.

"Did I hurt you, my love?" Elvis asks, stretching out his hand, helping her up.

"Yeah, but I'm tougher than I look, E," she says, giving him a kiss on the lips. "Do you really think I'll be ready to face them? I mean, they taught me everything I know. Before them, I was a slave who couldn't read or write. I own them everything."

"You're ready, and once we defeat them, you'll be my bride, and we will rule this world together. Hell, you're already my bride, Mama!" Elvis says, pulling her close to him. "They will come around. Eventually."

"I'm ready," Candy says.

But she wasn't ready. Two days later, Candy goes to comfort the coven. It was a trap. They tie Candy up, using incantations, they burn her at the stake. She screams and begs them for mercy, but they ignore her.

Elvis witnesses the whole scene unfold. He tries to save her, but his men hold him back as he cries out to her.

"Candy! You can defeat them! You're strong! Don't give up! I LOVE YOU!!! PLEASE!!!" He screams.

Candy sees Elvis trying to get to her, but it's too late. She cries as the flames of hell fire burn her from the inside out. She let's her last words be for Elvis. He hears her whisper.

"I love you," she succumbs to the flames.

Elvis and his clan of vampires are forced to flee away from Salem back into the woods.

A day later, the witch sent Elvis a box. Inside the box is Candy's burnt heart. Elvis hadn't slept all night from heartbreak, and this is what happens.

Elvis loses it and orders his men to attack Salem. His vampires came in droves and ripped Salem apart. Finding every witch they could get their hands on and bleeding them dry.

The Black Enchantresses, led by Renée, fled for their lives out of Salem and from the bonds of slavery. Renée knew the story of Candy and Elvis was to be kept a secret for all time, and so it shall remain.

After his fill of witches' blood, Elvis, heartbroken, carries Candy's lifeless body away. He wraps burial cloth around her body from head to toe. He places her under their special oak, feet away from their pond where they meet mere weeks ago.

Elvis lays her in her resting place gently, placing the box that contains her heart on top of her. He weeps the tears of a widower. For they had only just begun.

As he places fresh water lilies on her grave, a strange feeling comes over him. As if he's not there alone.

"Elvis." A voice of an angel whispers. His angel. His bride.

Elvis turns to see a figure in white standing in the grassy meadow. As his eyes adjust, he realizes he looks upon the face of Candy. Her hair was curly with little flowers, and the sun kissed her skin perfectly.

"Candy?" He breathes.

"Yes," she answers.

"You've come back to me, love?"

"No," she says, a tear trickling down her cheek. "Wait for me."

"How long?" Elvis beeched.

"I don't know."

"It doesn't matter. I'll wait forever for you. I love you."

"I love you, Elvis. Once I return to you. I'll never ever leave you again. Wait for me." Candy sits in the grass as a light fog engulfs her and she vanishes.

Elvis feels sorrow, but in his heart, he knows Candy will return to him. When she does, they will rule the immortal world together. He will wait. No matter how long it takes.

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Can’t Sleep

Johnny Knoxville x f!reader Johnny can’t sleep, and he makes it your problem too. A/N: NSFW. smut with plot? slight noncon if you squint but obvs would stop if you said to stop sort of thing. also could be any age Johnny but I think I was going for 4/4.5/present day Johnny when I started this

“Sweetheart.” Johnny murmured near your ear, nosing brushing against you. His arm was draped over your waist, fingers gently tugging at the hem of your shirt before they slipped under, brushing against your skin.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, reaching around to gently swat at the man. “Stop it. ‘m trying to sleep.”

“And I can’t..” it was almost a whine as his nails gently grazed along the skin of your stomach and you giggled a bit at the sensation, swatting at him again.

“Honey, we have to get up early.” Your tired voice responded and you tried to inch away from him to no avail, your husband grabbing onto you and pulling you back against his chest to keep spooning you.

You thought that was the end of his teasing until you felt him lick his tongue at the shell of your ear, your breath hitching in your throat. His breath was hot against your skin and it was suddenly a lot harder to breathe, eyebrows furrowing as you willed yourself to try to ignore him; not give in to his games.

Johnny grinned against you, realizing his plan was working when he heard you. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his nose brushing in your hair before he started to inch himself down. Your shoulder. Your arm. Hand gently rubbing over your hip now, fingers digging into your skin as his hand slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, starting to massage your hip gently.

You clenched your thighs together as you felt yourself start to ache, a bit upset your husband’s actions were working. Your eyes were still shut, still in denial.

His breath fanned over your ear once more, his voice low, “I feel you moving..” his hand dipped further into your sweats, gently rubbing against the side of your thigh as he spooned you. You could feel him hard against your ass. “How about you just tell me to stop if you want me to?” He was mouthing at the shell of your ear again before gently biting at your neck, groaning as his hand rubbed your hip. “And you’re not wearing underwear?”

“PJ..” you couldn’t help the whimper that left you at this point, eyes opening to the dark room.

Johnny shushed you, hand reaching around now, expertly delving between your thighs. He groaned again, almost gutterly, involuntarily, once he reached your already soaking core, two of his fingers swiping through your slick slit before gently starting to rub circles around your clit. You gasped, back arching against him as your eyes fell shut again.

“How are you always so wet for me so fast, angel?” His voice was strained as he rubbed himself against you, desperate for any friction. You couldn’t help but whimper again, hips rolling down against his hand. He cooed at your actions, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “My sweet girl.”

“Please.” It was a whisper as you rolled your hips back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What was that?” He grinned against your shoulder. He pulled his hand away suddenly and you whined at the loss of contact, suddenly putty in his hands.

“I’m awake.” You gave in.

“I thought you were trying to sleep? We have a busy day tomorrow..” he bit at your shoulder with a moan as he humped himself once against you.

You suddenly took matters into your own hands and reached down, shoving your sweatpants off and kicking them down the bed, now lost somewhere in the sheets. You could feel Johnny still breathing a bit heavily now against your neck before you felt him doing the same with his boxers, the bed shaking a bit with both of your movements.

You could feel him a lot more now, leaking member hitting your ass. You quickly turned over and kissed him, hand reaching down to stroke him, thumb spreading pre-cum around his tip. He shuddered against your mouth, hips bucking into your hand before he pulled away, quickly moving himself in between your legs. You spread your legs for him with no hesitation, a choked gasp leaving you at the feeling of him lining himself up with you. He ran his tip along your slit with a shuddered sound, his other hand now gripping onto one of your thighs tightly as he started to sink himself into you.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, vision mostly adjusted to the dark. You could see enough to make Johnny out, hands gripping at the sheets next to you as you held your breath.

“Good?” Johnny’s voice was a bit strained as he bottomed out, the man leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. You nodded after a moment, a hand reaching up to tangle in his hair as he buried his face in your neck.

“Good.” You confirmed before lifting your hips, breath already a bit ragged. “Move, please, John-” Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he started to roll his hips down into you, fingers tightening in his hair. You felt your toes curl as Johnny picked up his pace after a bit, a whimper leaving you as you felt him bite down on your shoulder again. It felt a bit tight, sore in a bitterly sweet way. Part of you relished in the feeling, something about it going straight to your head.

You let out a choked moan as your body became more adjusted to him, head thrown back as your eyes fell shut. Your heels were digging into the mattress, your hips lifting to meet Johnny’s thrusts. You tugged on his hair, urging him back to your face as you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, your hands holding his face as you opened your mouth to him.

Johnny had snaked a hand down while the two of you were kissing, his thumb starting to rub tight circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation, your hands moving to his shoulders as you dug your nails into his skin. He hissed against your mouth, pulling back. “Jesus, Y/N..”

“I don’t,” You shook your head, forcing your eyes open to look up at him in the dark, “I don’t know why I’m so- John-” Your hips bucked up involuntarily against him, your face flushing warm with embarrassment at how quickly you had become putty under him. Johnny returned his mouth’s attention to your neck and you could feel him grinning against your skin in-between marks and nips, his scruff rubbing against you.

It was long until you couldn’t help the babbling words of praise for your husband, head thrown back as you whimpered in between your sentences. Your thighs were trying to spread wider for him, legs hooking around his hips to keep him close. Johnny gasped against your neck as you dug your nails into his shoulders again, a guttural whine leaving you as your hips tried to roll against his thrusts once more. “So-so good- PJ,” you gasped the words, eyes starting to sting with tears, “feels so good.”

“Holy shit, sweetheart,” Johnny groaned as he thrusted into you, the sounds wet. “I don’t think you’ve been this wet before. I should wake you up more often.”

“Maybe.” You couldn’t help but laugh, one of your heels digging into his lower back. Your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as your thighs started to shake. “Oh God,” you huffed a breath, a hand reaching up to grip Johnny’s bicep tightly, nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, please, baby, please,” you were pleading at this point and Johnny pulled back a bit to stare down at you in amazement, trying to keep his thrusts and attention to your clit the same pace for you.

He could feel you clenching and fluttering around him, could feel your wetness against his skin around his groin as well. He almost couldn’t believe it. The sight of you completely ruined under him and begging, even if it was dark. He silently wished he had turned on the bedside lamp at this point so he could see his handiwork better.

You soon felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten, and you clenched around Johnny with a silent moan as it came undone, your walls spasming around his cock as you came. It felt like waves, your head digging into your pillow as you felt yourself involuntarily clench and unclench, your legs shaking violently as your feet fell to the bed, heels digging into the mattress once again.

Johnny choked on a groan as the feeling, his hips stuttering as he felt you contract around him. He leaned back down to kiss you as he chased his own high, his free hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You whined into his mouth as he kept rubbing your clit, hands now fisting in the sheets next to you as you started to become overstimulated. Johnny gripped your hair, pulling your head to the side as he reattached himself to another part of your neck as his thrusts became a bit choppy.

It wasn’t long before Johnny was biting down on your shoulder with a moan, the feeling of his own release filling you causing you to whimper once again, his thumb slowing its assault on your clit as his thrusts slowed. His hips bucked once more as he groaned against your shoulder, his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. You were still panting underneath him, your body finally relaxing against the bed as he pulled his hand away from your core.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered, a blissful smile etching itself along your lips as you brought your shaking arms to wrap around your husband best you could. You shivered as he pulled himself from you, the feeling of his release starting to drip out of you a bit. Johnny exhaled a laugh in response, allowing his own body to fall limply next to you on your shared bed before he pulled you to him. You slotted easily against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you laid in the dark, still trying to regain any composure you had left.

“You.. really got into it for a minute there.” Johnny spoke after a few minutes of silence. You looked up at him, eyes focusing on him best they could.

“I..” You trailed off, face burning with embarrassment before you rested your head on his chest again. “I really don’t know what got into me. All of the sudden all I could think of was.. was you, inside of me.”

Johnny groaned in response to your words, arm tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It was beautiful is what it was. All those noises you were making? God.”

You snorted a laugh against his chest, gently smacking his torso. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious. And how wet you were? Dripping onto me-”

“PJ!” You gaped, looking up at him. The man just laughed in response, grin evident even in the dark room.

“At least you aren’t that loud when we meet up at shoots. Who knows what kind of trouble we’d get into.”

“Philip John, I swear-” You were cut off by the sound of him giggling before you shook your head, resting your head on him once again. “Go back to sleep. Don’t we have to leave for the beach tomorrow?”

“Yep. Should be fun.” He pressed another kiss to your head, hand rubbing circles along your back under your shirt, “Especially if I can get you to do all of that again in the hotel-”

You groaned, hiding your face in his chest as he continued to laugh at your expense, shaking your head. It didn’t seem sleep was going to be happening anytime soon.

#Johnny Knoxville x reader #Johnny Knoxville x f!reader #Johnny Knoxville #jackass x reader #jackass fic #not hopper #daisy writes

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daisys-silliness · 10 months

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Safe in your mothers arms

Characters: Mrs. Tweak/Tweek

Lee/Ler(s): Lee!Tweek, Ler!Mrs. Tweak

Summary: Tweek is terrified by the news and thunderstorm outside, luckily his mom is there to help him calm down.

Notes: Hi I haven't written in a long while so I apologize if the quality isn't the greatest. Also this is a tickle fic, please skip by if you do not enjoy fics like these, ty :)

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It was a Saturday in South Park. Not many people were out due to the storm, so most stores were closed because of it. Mrs. Tweak absolutely did not want her son out in that storm either so she decided to keep the store closed.

Tweek sat on the couch. He was already shaking and freaking out because of the loud sounds outside. There was never a storm this loud in South Park before. It was..very frightening to say the least.

Tweek was on edge already, and he decided to look at the news to see how bad everything was. Of course, they were covering how trees were falling over and catching on fire, and how there could be potential deaths from that.

Tweek gasped and began screaming and panicking when he saw this. He threw the remote on the sofa and looked out the window, seeing a tree branch fall over in the road. He began crying as this was too much to take in. Mrs. Tweak heard the commotion and immediately stopped what she was doing to rush into the living room and crouch down in front of Tweek.

Mrs. Tweak: "Honey?! Son..what happened?"

Tweek: "WAAA!! THE TREES!! THEY'RE GONNA FALL ON THE HOUSE AND CATCH FIRE!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Oh honey..I can assure you that won't happen. There aren't even trees near our house anyway. Nothing will happen to you and I will make sure of it. Come here"

Mrs. Tweak picked up her son and held him close. She rocked him gently as she placed his head on her chest, his ear close to hear her heartbeat. She gently rubbed Tweek's back as she comforted her son.

Tweek slowly started to calm down. He hugged his mom as he let himself be comforted. The feeling was nice...and it was enough to drown out the negative things for the moment. She looked at Tweek and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Mrs. Tweak: "Let’s get you comfortable honey. You can lay in bed and I'll bring you your dinner."

Tweek: "But what..what about if you're in the kitchen and I'm in- oh god!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Do you want me to be in here with you while we eat?"

Tweek nodded. He felt more at ease when someone was with him and he didn't feel alone. He felt this way with anyone close to him, like Craig, Stan's gang (err.. sometimes), Bebe and Wendy, and his mom. Tweek gave his mom another hug before he was set down on his bed. He was noticeably still on edge a little.

Mrs. Tweak: "Are you alright? Do you need anything else?"

Tweek: "I- uh...I don't know. I- ARG! too much pressure thinking!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Here, I already have something in mind"

Before Tweek could ask, Mrs. Tweak sat down next to him and crept her hands onto Tweek's stomach, wiggling her fingers on his skin. Tweek almost immediately began to giggle and squirm as she started, wiggling around like a worm. She began to explore her tickling fingers up to his ribs and armpits, causing Tweek to shriek and try to bat at her hands.

Tweek: "Mohohom!!! No!! Not therehehe!!!"

Mrs. Tweak: "Why not? You look like your having fun"

She removed her hands from his shirt and took a gentle hold of his ankle, lightly swiping her nails across the bottom of his foot. Tweek snorted and laughed more, trying to wiggle out. He curled his toes down and kept trying to pull away as he laughed from the tickly sensation.

Mrs. Tweak then flew her hands back to Tweek's stomach, letting her fingers dance around the sensitive skin. Tweek's legs began kicking as he wiggled around, he was definitely having fun and he felt a lot better. After a bit, Mrs. Tweek stopped when she noticed Tweek doing the "that's enough" wave.

She smiled and picked up Tweek, hugging her son, and Tweek hugged back. A smile on his face was now present as the tickles helped him and his mood. Suddenly Tweek felt himself being slightly raised. He was confused and was about to question, but was interrupted by the feeling of a raspberry on his stomach.

Tweek shrieked and cackled, slightly covering his face in embarrassment. She gave him a few more raspberries on his bellybutton, sending Tweek into a series of snorty high-pitched giggles. She set him down on the bed after that, and he was still a giggling mess. Mrs. Tweak slightly giggled herself.

Mrs. Tweak: "I love you, Tweek"

Tweek, still through giggles: "I-I love you too, mom"

Mrs. Tweak: "I'm going to be in the kitchen, just come down if you need anything, alright?"

Tweek nodded and watched his mom leave the room. He covered his face in deep embarrassment from the surprise raspberries, but he wasn't really complaining. While he waited for his mom, he messed around with his legos a bit. He made a 2d "image" of himself, Craig, and Stripe..oh yeah he was definitely keeping that.

Occasionally, Tweek went downstairs to talk with his mom and just be with her in the kitchen. Once dinner was done, they headed to Tweek's room and ate while chatting. Tweek told her about all the silly shenanigans that happens in the coffee shop with Kenny and the goths when his mom isn't present in the front.

After dinner, Tweek got ready to head to bed. He felt uneasy sleeping alone with the storm still active..so he quietly snuck in his mom's room when she was about to sleep. She really didn't question why Tweek was doing what he was, and let him sleep in her bed. It was a better day for Tweek, safe in his mom's arms.

#daisy chats #daisy writes #sp tickles #south park tickle #south park tickles #lee!tweek #ler!mrs. tweak

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stargazerdaisy · 9 months

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen

Additional Tags: Post-Episode: s02e11 Day of Death (The Rookie), Healing, Emotionally and physically, tim is emotionally constipated, and lucy is dense at first

Summary:

But now he was faced with the aftermath. The cost of getting her back had been high, for her most of all...It seemed like the worst injury, at least physically, that she was leaving with had happened well after Caleb was dead.

At least three of her ribs had broken or popped out of place when she was given CPR. He broke them when he performed CPR. And now she was wincing and turning away from him in pain.

It was all his fault.

Tim struggles though his guilt at seeing Lucy in pain, after her rescue from Caleb. Bit by bit, day by day, as she heals physically, he heals emotionally.

#the rookie #chenford #lucy x tim #chenford fic #so this is where i live now #daisy writes #or at least thinks she does #even if it takes almost 3 years #I'M FINALLY DONE KATIE SUZ AND ASH #PLEASE BE HAPPY WITH ME NOW #btw - this has a happy ending I SWEAR

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elenarodriiguez · 23 days

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soft like silk chiffon | e.m. & s.h.

summary: a one night stand could destroy most friendships. thankfully stevie harrington and eddie munson aren't most people.

pairing: steve harrington x eddie munson

cw: nsfw, lesbian steddie, transfeminine steve harrington, 18+ content

word count: 2086

read it on ao3

Waking up with Stevie Harrington’s arms wrapped around her, the brunette’s warmth caressing her back and threatening to burn Eddie alive, was a mistake. A glorious, unforgettable, better than anything she had ever dreamed of, wonderful kind of mistake.

“Morning,” Stevie whispered into Eddie’s ear, as if she didn’t want to dare to break the early morning silence of Eddie’s miniscule shithole of an apartment.

“Mmgh.” Eddie responded in all of her songwriter glory.

Surprisingly, Stevie didn’t bother trying to engage any further with Eddie, having known the girl long enough to know that trying to communicate with her before caffeine was a futile mission to take on. Instead, she pulled herself off of Eddie, climbing out of the bed they’d tumbled into the night before, and soon enough Eddie heard her footsteps padding away from the room.

Staring up at her ceiling, Eddie began to compose a prayer to whatever Goddesses were listening into her wavelength at that particular moment in time. It was pretty standard stuff: make sure Wayne stayed in good health until vampirism becomes a thing, give shitheels like Billy and Jason from high school all of the karmic retribution they deserve, ensure that she hadn’t fucked up everything by sleeping with her best friend (who had been the centre of her affections for years now). All of the usual things.

In the midst of the greatest catastrophizing spiral that the world had ever witnessed, Eddie half considered getting dressed and pleading with Stevie to not renounce her and their friendship. However before she could fully get herself dressed, grabbing the only clean pair of boxers that had been unceremoniously stuffed into her nightstand and pointedly ignoring the love heart pattern emblazoned on the fabric, Stevie hip checks the bedroom door, brandishing a mug of coffee and a large tumbler that Eddie would bet her left tit on was full of the caramel iced latte Eddie refused to drink in front of most people.

“Oh my god, I’m in love. How’d you feel about a spring wedding?”

“Not a fall one?” Stevie teased, passing the coffee into Eddie’s grabby hands. “I’d have thought that Halloween wedding shit would be right up your alley.”

Eddie mulled over her response for a moment, taking a long drag of her sugary caffeine as sirens went off in her mind. She oscillated between answering honestly and risking getting heartbroken, or carrying on joking and also risking getting heartbroken.

“It would be, but spring weddings means flower crowns and you wearing yellow because it’s the ‘right time of year for it’. Halloween could never compare to seeing a literal goddess in human form.”

“Eddie, you can’t just say those things!” Stevie exclaimed, her gaze now firmly focused on the mug of coffee warming her hands up.

“Why not? It’s all true.”

There it was, out in the open. For want of a better metaphor, the ball was quite literally in Stevie’s court now. While she waited for Stevie to process, because she always needed time to process even if she wouldn’t dare to verbalise the fact, she sat herself upright on the bed, leaving space for Stevie to sit down should she wish to. Eddie tried to stop her mind from falling into a sinkhole, putting her coffee on the nightstand and fidgeting with her hair until it was in an acceptably messy ponytail.

Once she could no longer hide behind her mane of hers, Eddie turned to look at Stevie, properly looking at her for the first time that morning, and awestruck couldn’t come close to being an accurate descriptor. Here was Stevie, her Stevie, cute little preppy Stevie, wearing the muscle tee Eddie had worn to the club the night before, and some love heart adorned, pretty pink panties. And her eyes, god her eyes were ablaze with want, intensity rolling off of the brunette in tsunami sized waves.

As Eddie went to ask her about her thoughts, Stevie knelt over her, coffee cup now nowhere to be seen, and dipped her head down to kiss her. Even though they had kissed numerous times the night before, nothing could have compared to the way Eddie felt when their lips collided. Her body didn’t even give her brain the chance to flail around, as Eddie’s arms shot around Stevie’s waist, nails digging into her hips, garnering the most beautiful gasps and hisses as Eddie caught hold of some of the bruises she’d left on them the night before.

Pulling away from Stevie’s lips was painful, but the sight of Stevie kneeling above her soothed all of the ache away, especially when Stevie let out an embarrassed squeak and nuzzled herself into the crook of Eddie’s neck. The feeling of soft puffs of air on Eddie’s sensitive skin was almost enough to lull her back to sleep, but she resisted, if for nothing else than to savour this moment.

“So, I take it that means you’re keeping your calendar open for that wedding, huh?”

“Eddie.” Stevie said. “There is no one else in the world I’d rather marry. But how about we try a date or two before we send out Save The Dates?”

“I mean, I guess I could manage that.”

Without giving Stevie any warning, Eddie pressed a kiss to the tip of the other girl’s nose before tugging her down so that all of her weight settled on Eddie. She tensed up on instinct, sucking her stomach in for a moment, at least until Eddie poked her in the side and scowled at her for trying to make herself smaller, when she was already Eddie’s perfect woman.

“Sorry, habit.”

“No need to apologise. Just remember that I would happily suffocate to death between your thighs, under your ass, between your tits. Anywhere really, you’re perfect and I would be happy to die if it meant I was with you.”

Stevie smiled at her, but Eddie could tell that she didn’t necessarily believe her entirely. Rolling the pair of them over, Eddie began pressing open mouthed kisses onto every square inch of skin that was visible, enjoying the way Stevie shivered under the attention. Eddie slowly worked her way down Stevie’s body, delighting when Stevie squeaked as Eddie bit the sensitive scar under her tit, that the stretched out muscle tee revealed for Eddie, only Eddie, to see.

“You’re wearing my shirt. That’s so fucking hot.” Eddie said, her chest heaving as she tried to stay level-headed with this masterpiece before her.

“Eddie, stop.” Stevie whined out, wriggling under Eddie’s ministrations.

“You are so goddamn hot.”

Every word was punctuated with a kiss, the final one crashing onto Stevie’s lips, Eddie biting her lower lip before pulling away with it still between her teeth.

“Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?”

Reaching her hand under the tee, she chuckled breathily when Stevie let out a whimper as the sharp coolness of Eddie’s rings brushed against her olive skin, her nimble fingers reaching to tease Stevie’s sensitive nipples.

“I think that I’ll do this.”

Splaying her other hand over the soft, smooth expanse of Stevie’s belly, Eddie kept her attention focused on Stevie’s nipples, every moan that tumbled from the brunette’s lips incentivising her further. When her moans turned into pleas for Eddie to do more, Eddie let her hand drift lower, hovering over the pink panties that were now damp enough that they had started to turn see-through.

“On or off?”

“Off, please Eddie, I need you to touch me, please Eddie!”

“Well, if a goddess begs me, who am I to deny her?”

Eddie toyed with the idea of pulling the panties off with her teeth, but the horror that consumed her at the thought of clumsily biting Stevie in doing so deterred her entirely. Instead, she tugged them down Stevie’s long legs, pressing kisses and nibbling at the soft skin as she reached the crevice where Stevie’s hip and thigh met.

“Where am I touching you then sweetheart?”

Canting her hips up towards Eddie’s nimble fingers, which drifted over her body, Stevie begged Eddie to just touch her, making the tattooed woman tsk in response.

“Now, now, darling. I asked you where am I touching you, and I expect an answer.”

“My hole, please, please, I need it. I need you.”

Now with a goal in mind, Eddie was a woman on a mission, desperate to make her partner come. She spread Stevie’s legs for her, bypassing her front genitals to leave a feather light kiss on her perineum before focusing on her hole. Eddie fumbled for the pack of baby wipes and lube that they had thrown on the floor hours prior, quickly but gently wiping Stevie before lubing up her fingers and pushing the tip of her thumb into Stevie’s hole.

Her reaction was instantaneous, a loud moan tumbling from her lips, a pink flush slowly descending down her chest as she panted out Eddie’s name. Grinning up at her, Eddie slowly pulled her thumb out, replacing it with a finger, beaming when Stevie jolted at the sensation of cold metal against the rim of her hole.

Eddie revelled in the feeling of having so much power over Stevie at that moment, knowing that her pleasure was in her hands, and boy was it a heady feeling. She was slow to set a rhythm, wanting Stevie to get used to the sensation while also allowing herself the time to get reacquainted with Stevie’s prostate. But when she found it, God did Stevie deliver in her response.

Her back arched up off of the bed, her moans echoing in the tiny apartment, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure as she pleaded with Eddie to touch it again. And ever so happy to oblige her now-girlfriend, Eddie did as she was asked. She brushed her fingertip against it once more, pressing kisses to the skin her bunched-up tee was revealing at Stevie’s every movement.

As she went to add another finger, Stevie begged for Eddie to come and kiss her, and weak to the doe eyes that Stevie was wielding, she complied, more than happy to kiss her girlfriend until she was breathless. Feeling Stevie’s hole pulse around her fingers set Eddie alight, and she would have happily done this for the rest of her life, so long as she got to hear Stevie’s moans of joy and pleasure on repeat.

Pumping her fingers into Stevie’s hole, brushing against her prostate every few strokes, not quite maintaining a pattern consistent enough for her to predict, Eddie watched as Stevie fell apart entirely. She began tugging at her nipples through the tee, hissing when her twisting them coincided with Eddie brushing past her prostate, and yet she refused to let go of them, begging Eddie to do something more to make her cum.

In the end, Eddie pushed Stevie’s hands away from her tits, telling the brunette to come as Eddie roughly thrusted a third finger into her hole while tugging at her nipple with her teeth. Stevie’s squeals reverberated through the apartment, her face deserving to be immortalised for all of the world to truly witness her beauty, although it was the soft whimper that the girl let out as Eddie pulled her fingers out which truly deserved to be commemorated, as Eddie knew her mind would never allow her to forget it.

Smoothing her hair off of her face, Eddie pecked Stevie on the forehead before speeding off to the bathroom, promising to be back in a moment. Dampening a washcloth, she wiped Stevie down, leaving gentle kisses all over her sensitive body while she tried to snuggle into Eddie. Eventually deciding to give up when Stevie began huffing at her, Eddie threw the washcloth into the laundry hamper, pulling her own come covered tee off of Stevie and throwing that in there also.

“Want me to grab you a sweater or something?” Eddie asked, allowing Stevie to tug her onto the bed and arranging them so that she was curled around Eddie once again.

“No, I’m okay, thanks. Want me to do anything for you?”

“Not right now, honey. I just want to go to sleep right about now, so long as that’s something you’re amenable to.”

Stevie hummed softly, the vibrations settling on the back of Eddie’s neck, and they soon both drifted off as the world began to wake up, with snapshots of bright yellow flower crowns, ball gowns, and love songs dancing through their dreams.

#daisy writes #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things oneshot #stranger things fic #lesbian steddie #transfeminine steve harrington #nsft stranger things fic

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violetsdaisy · 3 months

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And it was then, with the wind in my hair, I realized who you were

Broken down and scarred

Staining my unblemished skin with the cruelest of words

On the back of my hand, imprinted on my heart

The echo of you remains

Did you know what you were doing

When I reached out to you from afar

When all I needed was love and a warm embrace

Only left alone in the dark

The dampness of my tears will never dry

They’re permanent and transparent

Because even when I ooze radiance

I always still seem to cry

I look for your affection in toxic places

With hands that lie and say they’re solace

And in hugs that are drenched in ulterior motives

Because I never learned the difference between love and manipulation

I don’t mind that you tell them I pulled the trigger

While you live in your glass house, miserable and bitter

The sun tries to drown you out but clouds move in quickly

Meanwhile I bloomed and nobody noticed

The thorns stuck in my hair are a reminder of what you will never be

The reality in my head is more alluring and I try to fix it with a more mature of mind

But even in my coldest nights, you’re gone for good

Pushed away by my own shaking hand

For a semblance of what I believe peace is

#Daisy writes #my writing #poetry #narcissistic parents #narcissistic mother

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sillygoosealert · 12 days

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hiii🌚🌚 you should totally make a little thing where we’re running from danny during a trial and get stuck in a window while trying to vault and yk.. he fucks us from behind and it’s like a “help me step bro i’m stuck🥺” kinda position yk HEHEHE 😈😈😈

Sorry i fell off the face of the earth for a few days i had to like idk reset myself ☆(≧∀≦*)ﾉ

Never say step bro I'm stuck again I'm not even joking I'll block you, Stinky

Danny Johnson NSFW, raw, has no aftercare, and a little plot but mainly smut, he’s MEAN (cannon bc because he murders people), um actually he's also COCKY (cannon bc he kills people), and he calls you piggy ( cannon because he likes horror and that is a black Christmas reference) knife stuff

Fog whisps around you as you are forced into another trial. Another day another round. Is it day, or is it night? You may never find the answer.

The entity is cruel in your clothing, a skirt to your mid-thigh, and a button down. Nothing to keep in the warmth. Nothing to hide you from the reality that is the cold red forest.

You think your teammates must all be together- not including you, because a generator is done at lightning speed. Then you hear guttural screams, plural, also at lightning speed. Maybe you shouldn't get them, you'll too just die. Survival of the fittest. They won't remember the trial if you let them die, it's like they have a reset- or something.

You're crouching, lurking, and waiting. Not for long, as The Ghostface jumps out at you.

‘Boo’

He's snickering and taunting you. Mocking the screams of your now-fallen teammates.

A jungle gym is in sight, if you abuse the window and stun him, perhaps the hatch could be located. Maybe you're too tubby, or maybe because the entity is against you, but the window gets blocked from the top halfway through. You do not make it, you are stuck.

He’s snorting and making animal noises behind you.

‘What’s the entity feeding you that you can’t get through the windows?’

‘Oh, it’s blocked.’

He grabs your thighs and tries to pull you out. However, his pullout game must be weak as you do not budge.

He keeps his hands on your thighs as he whistles.

‘Can you not get out?’

‘No?’

‘Does this happen a lot?’

‘First time actually’

You're shivering, it's too much. He's too casual about it.

‘I could cut you in half and play magician, that would be rather amusing ’

‘Please don't’

‘Do you have something else in mind, piggy?’

Nothing. Actually, you're crying a little, but you don't say anything.

He starts to coo and awe at your noises, rubbing and kneading your ass.

He goes around to your other side and pulls out his camera. You’re a mess. Wiping away tears from your cheeks and eyes.

‘That's it. Perfect. That's the picture I'll keep of you.’

He’s taking a couple photo’s. More than needed. Maybe he likes it when you cry, the glossy kind of look.

‘Just me and you babe, whatever will we do?’

He snaps the band on your panties. You just realize nothing is left to his imagination from where he is now standing again.

‘Are you scared?’

‘A little’

There isn't any reason to tell the truth or lie to him. But you think he likes it when you're scared, something kinky.

The cold plastic of his mask is pressed into your ass. He's sniffing you..?

You can feel the squeeze of his hands on your thighs, groaning into them.

He takes off the mask, not that you can him. But the feel of his warm tongue is enough to assume he took it off.

But that's not the only thing to come off, as he slips off your panties as well.

Spreading open your folds, you can hear the shudder of the camera as he takes pictures of your pussy.

You know it's wet, it was dripping on your underwear. What lewd photos he now will have. Blackmail material?

He begins sucking on your clit, shoving his face into you.

Messy, unplanned, and purely out of want.

That's not how Danny usually went. Besides all the times he did things out of rage, like the laser tag incident..

After he's mixed his spit into your cunt, he's ready.

Pulling up his cloak and pulling down his pants, he stares at you.

You're pretty. And you have a nice ass.

Maybe you would make a good girlfriend, maybe.

But he just wants to fuck you right now, really hard

He pumps himself before sliding in.

He's thick, but also kinda lean?

You're shaking again, this is much too abrupt for you

Pinching your leg, he pulls out his blade.

‘A little blood never hurt anyone, right?’

He starts to cut into your thigh. His thrust growing more erotic

Putting the knife away, he smacks the place he just sliced up

Yelping, you start to cry, again.

‘I like that- you crying. Sob for me’

‘You're doing good, do you like merely laying there as you get violated? This could happen to anyone, whore or not. Does that scare you?’

A rhetorical question, he just wants you to cry while he scratches your bleeding leg.

He starts to rub your clit, whipping his knife out again.

‘Where do you want me to put my signature?’

‘It hurts- stop, please..’

Caving GF into your back is a blur to both of you, as he is still occasionally slapping your body around while thrusting considerably too hard

He pulls out and cums all over your wounds, covering them slightly in semen.

‘People would be shaking if they saw this. Are you shaking because of me?’

You didn't even realize you weren't stuck anymore. Only after you fell backward you realized.

‘I'm going to let you go back. But I want you to tell them what I did to you- scare them. Let them know they are not safe from me.’

‘Okay, I promise, I'll tell them’

He picks you up and walks around with you clinging to him.

When you are near the hatch, he puts you down.

‘A picture- for you, to keep’

He's sitting with you on the ground, keeping you in his lap. Putting his face right next to yours- actually, you don't remember when he put the mask back on. You didn't get to see his face.

The light hurts, but he gives you a little polaroid with the two of you face to face, cheek to cheek.

It would be cute if he didn't just cut up your legs

Tucking the photo into your bra, he drops you into the hatch. How kind of him.

He waves goodbye, you do not wave back.

It wasn't bad, it was just a lot. Rushed? Scary? Harmful?

Kinda hot, but you really hope he doesn't keep those photos. For blackmail reasons..

🎀

#dead by daylight #dbd ghostface #ghostface x reader #ghostface #dbd killer #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd x you #dead by deadlight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight x you #dbd ghostface x reader #daisy writes #danny jed olsen johnson #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson x you #jed olsen

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mxltifxnd0m · 7 months

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ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ

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Summary: It’s Halloween, and you do Anakin’s makeup

AU: Modern AU, College AU

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Reader

Words: 1.5K

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Warnings: No use of y/n, mentions of smut, somewhat spicy, suggestive content, fluff, and foul language.

A/N: This was intended as a blurb, then it got out of hand and turned into a one-shot, but I had no clue how to end it. Also, my first fic for Anakin!

And as always, thank you to my lovely wife, @songofpatrochilless, for beta reading this 🫶

𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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"Would you stop squirming? You're going to make me smudge something." You grumble as you shift in Anakin's lap, trying to fill in some of the spots on his neck with black face paint. His hands are planted firmly on your thighs as he sits back on the bed, shifting around each time the brush touches his neck.

"Sorry, I have a beautiful girl in my lap, and she's touching my neck,” Anakin says with a charming smirk as he looks up at you, his cobalt blue eyes even brighter with the black paint surrounding his eyelids.

"Flattery isn't going to get you anywhere, Skywalker," You say, rolling your eyes, a hint of a smile on your face. "Now shut up and stop squirming. I'm almost done, and then we can slick back your hair." He mimics your words silently, and you hold the paintbrush in your non-dominant hand to pinch Anakin's nipple in retaliation. He yelps slightly in pain and glares at you.

"That wasn't very nice." He pouts at you, the teeth you painted on him morphing around his mouth.

"You liked it, shut up." You hush Anakin and return to painting the finer details on his neck. As you work on his neck, you can feel his hands slowly moving up and down your thighs. You take the leftover black paint on the back of your hand and use it to fill in any part of his face that was painted partially black to make it more opaque.

You guys decided to go as Violet and Tate from American Horror Story for Halloween this year. You really wanted to see what Anakin would look like with Tate's skull makeup.

Anakin's eyes were closed, letting you finish painting his face. Once done, you sprayed some setting spray on his face and fanned it dry. You leaned forward to kiss his forehead and moved to get off his lap. He squeezed your thighs tighter before letting go.

"Can I look?" He gestures to the mirror on the back of his door.

"No! I have to do your hair, and you can get the grand reveal." You say with a teasing grin as you get off the bed to grab the bag you brought to Anakin's dorm room. He rolls his eyes but has a smile on his face as he sits up on his bed and stretches, the black shirt he was wearing rising, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein underwear and the trail of hair you love to see as you remove his shirt in the throes of passion you and Anakin have.

You grabbed a towel, black hair wax, gel, and fine-tooth comb from your bag and crawled onto the bed, this time behind Anakin. You place the comb on the bed beside you, wrap the towel around his shoulders, open the jar of black hair wax you bought recently, and put some on your fingertips. You only put the black in the roots to mimic Tate's hair in the show. You massaged it into his scalp and saw Anakin relax at your movemments. After finishing the black hair wax, you wipe your hands on the towel to remove the pigment.

Then, you open the cap to the hair gel and scoop a generous amount into your hand. You warm it up between your hands and rake it through Anakin's dirty blonde hair, which still had bright blonde streaks from the summer you spent together on the beach. His hair was the perfect length for the costume he was wearing. After spreading the gel through his hair, you took the comb and started to slick back his hair. It took a little while for him to begin to resemble Tate. Once you were done, you got up from the bed and stood in front of Anakin.

You left a little piece of hair in the front and twirled it around your finger to make it curly with some of the gel that was left on your hands. You bit your lip as your eyes raked over Anakin. He looked so similar to the reference photos of Tate in his skull makeup. The only difference was that his eyes stood out compared to Tate's brown ones. You smiled at your handy work and clapped your hands together excitedly.

"Ani! You look so good!" You exclaimed.

He smiled at your excitement, "Thank you, angel, but it was all your hard work." He began to lean forward to kiss your forehead, but you swerved and stepped back.

"Nope, no kisses yet, Anakin," You tease him. "I need to get ready, and we need to take pictures together."

"Then I can kiss you?" He says exasperatedly.

"Yes, then you can kiss me." You laugh at his expression, his pout making him look less intimidating in the skull makeup.

You're glad that Violet's look was more straightforward. Trying to match an outfit she wore in the series took some time, but you managed to thrift most of her outfit. You bought a burnt orange cardigan, a short floral sundress, and a black wide-brim hat. You already had some tights and debated between your black Doc Martens and black thigh boots. You ended up choosing the thigh-high boots because you knew Anakin loved them.

Anakin was lying against the wall on his bed, his feet hanging off it and scrolling on his phone. As you took off (his) your shirt, your chest was bare since you didn't like wearing bras when wearing baggy shirts. You bent over to grab the bra you left when you spent the night with Anakin when his roommate was out. You heard the camera shutter sound come from his phone, and your head snapped over to Anakin. A cheeky smile was plastered on his face as he put down his phone and put his hands behind his head.

"Oh, don't stop on my account." He said smugly.

You give him an unamused look and turn around so your bare back is facing him, and he lets out a noise of protest, and a smile breaks out on your face at the noise. You quickly got dressed and put on jewelry and simple makeup. The finishing touch was the hat. You smiled to yourself and turned around to face Anakin. He smiled, got up from the bed, and stood before you.

"You look beautiful, angel." He says softly as his eyes roam your figure.

"And you look so attractive right now, Ani." You say.

He smirks, "You have a thing for a school shooter that is tied to the house he died in as a ghost?"

You tilt your head, contemplating, "When you put it like that. No, I don't, but Evan Peters is hot, so it balances it out." You shrug. He opens his mouth to reply, but you grab his wrist and pull him to the mirror on his door before he can.

"Okay, now you can look at what you look like." He studies himself before turning around and kissing your forehead quickly before you can protest.

"I look great. Thank you for doing it for me." He says gratefully. You grin at his words.

"No problem, pretty boy. Now, time for pictures!" You quickly grab your phone and take pictures of Anakin and vice versa. You guys take individual pictures before taking some together. Once you guys are done, you begin to look through them, picking your favorites.

Before you can delete the images you didn't like, Anakin grabs your phone and tosses it on his bed. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him. You yelp in surprise but wrap your hands around his neck to steady yourself.

"I believe I was promised a kiss after we took photos." He said with an expectant look on his face. You roll your eyes at him but oblige and give him a peck on his lips. But as you begin to pull away, one of his hands leaves your waist and cups your face to deepen the kiss. You make a noise of protest, but as he swipes his tongue at the seam of your lips, you melt into the kiss.

Before the kiss becomes any more heated, you pull away from Anakin.

"Anakin!" You admonish as you check his makeup. It stayed in place, luckily. He leans in again to kiss you, but you put a hand on his chest.

"Anakin, no. You're gonna ruin your makeup, and we have to get going soon."

He rolls his eyes, "Fine, but you owe me at least a makeout session after the party." He relents. You chuckle at his demand and turn your head to kiss his palm that is still on your cheek.

"After the party, we can do more than just a makeout, okay?" You say suggestively.

He smirks, "You just want to fuck me in the skull makeup, don't you."

You smile at him, "Maybe." You unwind your arms from his neck and clap your hands together.

"Let's get going before Padme has our heads for being late." You said with a grimace. The thought of an angry Padme didn't settle well in your mind.

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powerofelvis · 8 months

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𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐲

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Summary: You are growing tired of Elvis ignoring you for his friends and when he invites you over to enjoy his new pool, you decide that he needed to be taught some manners.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: a hint of angst, sub!elvis, smut, handjob (m. receiving), edging, and a little fluff towards the end

A/N: This fic is long overdue. I was supposed to post this months ago, but my lack of motivation wouldn’t allow me to do so. This was an idea that was talked about in a discord that I’m in and I was basically given this idea by @loving-elvis, @samfangirls, & @elvissbabygirl. Y’all, I’m sorry that it has taken me this long to get this out but better late than never, right?

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The summer breeze felt good on your skin. In fact, you felt as if you could bathe in it as you lounged around in the new pool that Elvis had. Memphis was always so hot during the peak of Summer, but for some reason, you couldn’t have been bothered with the heat. So, when Elvis told his friends that he got a new pool at his house, you couldn’t hear the end of it from him when he practically begs you to come along.

“You don’t think I have anythin’ better to do other than watch your airhead friends dunk you in a pool?”

“Aw c’mon Y/N, ‘m not askin’ ya if I ain’t wan’ ya around,” His blue eyes were convincing, a little too convincing but you never told him ‘no’ before.

As you sat in the lounge chair while his friends were splashing around the pool, you'd have yet to see him. Sure, his darling mama came out a few times, refreshing beverages on a tray in her hands. She even had to fight you off a couple of times because you couldn’t shake the urge to come inside, pleading with her that you could help her with anything that she needed. You were hot— increasingly burning up with anxiety as you kept your sunglasses over your eyes.

But from the hoots and hollers from his friends, you found yourself having a reason to be anxious. As he opens the sliding door and meanders out, your eyes linger to his stature. The crop-top that seemed to dawn him so well and the black swim trunks that show off his tall frame. He wrapped his swimming outfit together with that captain’s hat that he seemed so obsessed with lately, a cigar perched in between his lips as his goofy smile caught the attention of everyone that was around.

You wish you didn’t stare, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him as he rounded the pool, conversing with his friends. He didn’t even spare you a glance as he hopped in, wanting to get a couple of rounds of chicken out of the way before the competitive streaks would kick in. You tried to be unnoticeable, but you couldn’t ever escape from his stormy blues as he turned his head towards your silhouette.

“And why ain’t ya in here with me, Y/N?”

His booming voice could almost put the fear of God into you, but you weren’t scared. You were peeved, peeved that he invited you over only to focus on his friends, peeved that he told his mama not to let you inside of the house, and peeved that he looked so damn good that it was almost difficult to ignore. You couldn’t find the words to answer him, puckering your lips as if you had sucked on a lemon as your eyes looked him over.

“Y/N? I know ya ain’t deaf, you hear me?” He was now in front of you, waving his wet hand in front of your face.

“I heard you, Elvis. I just don’t have an answer for you,”

You could see the storm brewing in his mind. He was still the head of the roost regardless if you were a part of his circle or not. However, he didn’t know it just yet but you weren’t about to let him get away with showing off in front of his friends. So in that moment, you decided that you wanted to give Elvis a taste of his own medicine. You managed to shiver off your cover-up, laying back on the pool’s sun bed, completely unphased that multiple eyes were on you now.

Elvis’ stormy blues narrowed in your direction as you stepped into the pool. The look of his friends were enough to push him into the deep end, his grumbles heard by those around him as he splashed water at his friends in response to the whistles and howls that left their lips. “Shut your traps, ya sons a bitches,”

You, on the other hand, were enjoying the attention that you were getting. While it seemed as if you were looking for a reaction from his friends, you were really thrilled that Elvis was finally paying attention to you. After all, you were there for him, not his bonehead friends.

As you floated across the cool water with your sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose, you could feel his piercing gaze following your every move. Elvis couldn’t believe you, prancing around like you were a single woman. You belonged to him and he was going to show you right here and now. As he sat in the middle of the pool boiling with anger so much so, it seemed as if the crystal clear water would evaporate from the anger radiating from him.

“Hot damn, Elvis. Your girl is one hot tamale,” His head snapped over to look at Red, who was nearly drooling from the mouth.

That did it.

Elvis swam over to you in under a second, gripping your arm and nearly knocking you breathless. You didn’t have time to retort a reply as he tugged you across the pool and towards the stairs. You were in for it now and you knew it. He didn’t spare you an explanation as he tugged you past your cover-up and your other belongings before pushing the sliding door open to his house.

He didn’t say a word then and he wouldn’t say a word until you were standing inside of his bedroom, the sound of a door slamming bringing you out of your thoughts. “What in the hell is wrong with ya?! Have you lost your goddamn mind, Y/N?”

You crossed your arms as your eyebrow rose, clearly not surprised that he was losing his head over his friends’ attention towards you. However, you knew there was something else at play. You stepped a little closer to him, eyes narrowed as you whispered out towards him.

“So, now you know that I’m here, huh? I thought maybe you forgot that you invited me over because all you did while I was out there was play childish games with your friends,” You spoke firmly as you shifted from one foot to the other.

“Oh, stop your whinin’, Little. It’s my house. I have’ta entertain my guests whether you like it or not,” he spoke with a tense tone in his voice.

“It’s not about you entertaining your guests. It’s about inviting me here and pretending like I don’t exist. And what was that all about not letting me in the house? You’ve never done that before,” you couldn’t help but to question his motives.

He didn’t answer you. In fact, he pretended like he didn’t even hear your question. “I ain’t pretendin’ like ya don’t exist, Little. What are ya goin’ on ‘bout?!”

You stood in silence as you weighed your options. You weren’t about to let him get the upper hand over you, not now or ever. You stepped closer to him as he took a few steps back, the look of anger on your face was enough to shake him to his core. You extended your arms out, pushing him down on his bed and before he could ask you what you were doing, you climbed on top of him.

“What I’m goin’ on about is the fact that you’ve been acting like a goddamn brat and it’s about time someone taught you some manners,” You spat as you took his hands, pinning them back on the bed.

Elvis’ eyes widened slightly, but you weren’t bluffing. You were growing tired of him treating you as if you were a second choice and now, you were going to show him that you weren’t standing for it any longer. You released his arms, sitting up on his lap. You searched the room for something you could use to tie his hands, opting for something you never thought would come in handy: your swimsuit top.

You reached behind your back to untie the material from your body, swiftly pulling it off before you grabbed ahold of his wrists. You tied them together with the wet top, pressing his arms up above his head once again. “You’re not allowed to touch me, until I say so,”

His look of confusion turned into excitement as his eyes lingered over your breasts that were sitting prettily in his face. “Goddamn, Little. If I knew you would act like this, I woulda pretended ya didn’t exist earlier,”

You placed your finger over his lips to quiet him down, climbing off of his lap before you discarded his swim trunks. You tossed them across the room, the material hitting the ground in a wet splat. A moan escaped your lips as you crawled back onto the bed, your hands running up his legs softly before your hand squeezed his hip.

Elvis released a groan from his throat, his hooded eyes watching your every move. Your hand wrapped around his cock, retracting his foreskin to reveal his oozing tip. You didn’t have to say a word as Elvis groaned from the sensitivity that you were giving him. Your hand slowly stroked his cock, taking note of every moan and every twitch of his body.

“Yittle,” His voice whined as your thumb ran across the slit of his cock, smearing his slick around the tip.

You didn’t respond, only continuing flicking your wrist along the base of him. You squeezed him firmly, watching in awe as his foreskin pulled back and forth like a little game of peek-a-boo. You ignored the burn of your arm as your hand increased the pace as you continued jerking his cock. His moans filled the room, exciting you beyond comparison.

“Oh, goddamn…mmh,” His deep voice caught your attention as you kept your eyes narrowed on him. “Jus’ like that, yittle. I swear to God, ‘m not gon’ last,”

But with your next choice of words, he would soon be proven wrong. “Oh, you’re gonna last as long as I want you to.”

He laughed softly, thinking that you were talking out of your ass. He focused on chasing his orgasm, his hips bucking forward as your hand moved swiftly on his cock. He was oozing more and more now, his slick dripping down the side of his cock, adding to the slippage that you needed to continue jerking his cock.

You could tell that he was close, his balls jumping slightly as his moans grew in pitch. “Ah God, ‘m ‘bout to burst, honey,” He warned you and he would soon learn that it was his greatest mistake in doing so.

Your hand released its grip around his cock, his eyes snapping open as he realized that you had stopped him from reaching his release. You smirked down at him, his face flushed as a pathetic mewl passed his lips. “I did warn you, did I not?”

Elvis struggled against his restraints, hips bucking up against the air in an attempt of some friction but he wasn’t getting it, at least not now. You wrapped your hand around him once again, slowly stroking him. You spent the next ten minutes edging him.

Each time, his face turned redder and his balls were nearly blue in color. You were enjoying yourself thoroughly, watching in amazement as he practically begged you to allow him to cum. “Yittle, I’ll do anythin’. Just please, p-please…I need to fuckin’ cum,”

His face was wet with tears, voice raspy and cracking from the begging and pleading. “You need to be taught some manners. Are you going to continue acting like a little spoiled brat?”

Elvis shook his head as he whined out pathetically. “Yes, Y-Yes…goddamnit…I ain’t gonna act like a brat no more. Please, I need to cum before my balls break off,”

You gave him a sly smile, wrapping your hand around his cock for what seemed like the tenth time in the last hour. This time, you decided that you would give him what he wanted. “I guess I’ll allow you to cum. You’ve held out longer than I thought you would have,”

Your hand stroked him long and slow, his tip now red and angry as you jerked him towards actual completion. “Go on, Elvis. Cum before I change my mind,”

Elvis didn’t take your statement lightly, shutting his eyes as he writhed underneath you. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, cock twitching like a torpedo ready to fire. His moans once again filled the room like a beautiful song and soon enough, his balls twitched signifying that he was once again at the precipice of release.

You didn’t stop, speeding up the movement of your wrist as you watched with eager eyes as spurts of his warm and sticky cum shot out of him. His stomach caved in as he grunted hard, cursing under his breath at the relief of his neglected balls. His eyes fluttered open as he took in the damage, his cum coating your hand and wrist.

“Thank God..” he whispered as he tilted his head up to look at you.

You released your grip on his cock before you stood up from the bed, pulling some tissues from the tissue box that was on his nightstand. Once you cleaned your hand and wrist off, you made your way back over to untie him. “I promise ya, I would never make you second choice, Little. Could you ever forgive me?”

“Yes, Elvis. I forgave you before we even started this whole thing,” you smiled as you kissed his lips gently.

“What do you say we go down and get some iddytream for all ya troubles?” He tilted his head as he slipped off of the bed, pulling his now dampened swim trunks back on his body.

“Only if you promise that I get double scoops. And that it’ll only be me and you enjoying it, none of your idiot friends ruining our time together,”

Elvis gave you a lopsided grin before he gave you the answer that you wanted to hear. “I promise, Little,”

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