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Welcome to the Masterlist for The Rite, exploring the murky depths of another of my questionable Asgardian headcanons, complete with nonsense eroticism and gratuitous clothing choices.

The Rite: As an invisible member of the wider Asgardian court, everything changes when you catch the eye of the elusive Prince Loki under unconventional circumstances. Pressured by time (and his brother) Loki is reminded he must complete a particular Rite in order to secure his place in Asgard's succession - all he needs is a partner. But adhering to the strict rules in the approach to the ceremonial Rite is more challenging than hedonistic, smugly smouldering Loki anticipated...as are his growing feelings for you. A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE One 🕯️ A Royal Audience (w/c 3.7k) Two 🕯️ Successional Pleasure (w/c 4.8k) Three🕯️ Measurement (w/c 3.9k) Four 🕯️ Daylight Orgy (w/c 4.1k) Five 🕯️ Illusion & Truth (w/c 5.4k) Six 🕯️ Consequence (w/c 5.6k) Seven 🕯️ Marked (w/c 5.2k) This series is COMPLETE.

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Welcome to my blog, dedicated to my favourite fictional man God. It's all about Loki, and as such is slightly chaotic at the moment, but I'm adding both new and old stories as the whim takes me.

This is an over 18's space and pretty much everything I write ends up NSFW in one way or another. Please respect that.

I'm open to suggestions or requests, but I don't do reader inserts, all my fics are OFC.

I've tried to bundle my fics into collections that share a similar variant of Loki.

I've always been intrigued by the question of what happened to Loki after he grabbed the Tesseract. At this point in his personal journey, Loki is at his lowest ebb. He's been tortured by Thanos, enslaved by the Mindstone, out-witted by the Avengers and Hulk smashed into the foundations of Stark Tower, so he can be forgiven for being slightly off his game.

The Tesseract Variations are a number of unrelated stories which share the same jumping off point.

The Tesseract Variations Master List

AKA the 'Lex and Loki' series. My AU where Loki is part of the Avengers - how this came about I will leave up to you, plenty of stories have been written about that, insert your favourite. Suffice to say, he is a productive and valued member of the team but he's bored. Then he meets Lex and suddenly... less bored.

For Science Master List

There are a few random ideas about alternate Loki's, that don't fit into my existing collections but will not quit whispering to me. Maybe I should get them out in the Universe and see what happens.

Random Loki Variants Masterlist

Although Loki owns my heart, occasionally other variants set up camp in my head. I do like a bad boy, so I'm drawn to the Jaguar Villains variant and Jonathan Pine. Here are a few stories that have sparked over time.

Warnings: These tend to be darker, please read the tags!

Villain Tom Master List

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Warm Heart Pastry (Harry x Chubby Reader)

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After having his morning ruined, Harry meets the person who makes his favorite pies.

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Hi guys, I'm here with something else. Not sure where I'm going from here, but if anyone has a suggestion, I'm happy to hear it. Anyways enjoy.

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He had long ago discovered how annoying the planet Earth was. Although the one thing the humans had gotten right was food. For every delicacy Harry tried, there was always another on the horizon.

As of this moment he was ordering his usual breakfast, Apple pie and extra runny oatmeal.

“You can’t order that.” The waitress said boredly.

“Yes I can.” He then pointed at the menu. “ See. “

“How about this. We don’t have pie. So just get something else.”

Harry's eyes narrowed. “Dan! The rude waitress girl is lying to me!”

Dan knew this was coming. Not being prepared for Harry's oddities always brought on a argument. Making his way over, he tried to calm the situation. “She's right Harry. The pies haven't been delivered yet.”

With his morning already ruined, he thought everyone else should experience his annoyance. “Delivered, you have been lying too. What garbage have you been feeding me?”

Dan rubbed a hand down his haggard face, as the waitress left him to deal with Harry. “It’s not like that. We get them delivered from a local, who bakes out of her house. In fact it’s odd that she hasn't showed up.”

As he finished his explanation, Asta came through the door.

Harry was in front of her in a moment. “Asta, the pies are late!”

She took a step back, from his volume. “What?”

“ (Y/N) hasn't made her delivery yet. “ Dan said in answer. He knew the quicker Asta got involved, the faster Harry would calm down.

“Huh, that's weird. I don't think she's ever been late.”

This worried Harry greatly. What if the pies stop getting delivered all together! “We must see the pie maker.”

Asta nodded. “Yeah, a house call couldn't hurt. We’ll check it out dad.”

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She found it suspicious that Harry wanted to rush over to a stranger’s home. Until she realized what had started the conversation. So she decided to call out the alien. “So missing pie deserves a house call?”

His eyes flitted anxiously between her and the road. “That is not the only reason. Being the town doctor, I need to care for all my patients.”

“ Harry, last week you threw out Ben for over sharing in therapy. “

��He was being a baby. “

Asta could feel the starting symptoms of a migraine.

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As they arrived at the small farm house, they noticed the jeep parked in front. “Her car is here.”

Only a few steps were made towards the house, when a loud bleating caught their attention. Asta rushed to the barn behind the house and Harry followed after.

What they came upon was a bizarre sight. A full figured women kneeling next to a goat laying in the ground, surrounded by a large group of goats. She seemed to be panicing.

She noticed them and frantically said. “Thank goodness, could you help me. I think she's having a breech birth.”

They both made it through the group of goats and knelt next to her.

“Harry can you handle this? “ Atsa was already slipping into nurse mode.

Thankfully it didn't take much for Harry to be his usual demanding self. “I need a pair of gloves. “

“Here.” The woman said, handing them over promptly.

He slipped them on swiftly. “I will now reposition the baby. Have towels ready to receive.”

She already had them in her own gloves hands. “Got it.”

It went on like that, then working perfectly in tandem. Asta stood to the side in awe. She had never seen someone work with Harry so well. Most people wanted to choke him within a few sentences.

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“I honestly can’t thank you enough Dr. Vanderspeigle.” You said with a dazzling smile.

At least it was dazzling to Harry. He had never met a human, let alone being, that he had ever melded so well with. You seemed to have what the humans call a spark. He decided that he would not let you slip away so easily. “Call me Harry. We should exchange cellular numbers to remain in contact. You may have more goat needs.”

This offer was odd to Asta. Harry had never put himself out for anyone.

Beaming at him, you agreed. “Maybe you could go over some of your techniques with me over dinner. Tomorrow? “

“Yes. Make sure there is pie.”

As she nodded and smiled brighter, Harry knew this was the start of something new.

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Pretty When You Cry

Pairing: Felix Catton x reader

Fluff/comfort + tiniest bit of smut <3

Felix being a sweetheart and comforting read when their down!

An: Hey lovelies! This blurb is a bittt rushed ngl, but I wanted to post something since i’m currently writing something a little longer than usual. Didn’t wanna leave you guys hanging ;)

“Ya feel tha’ baby? It feels s’good doesn’t it? Focus on me baby, none of that other stuff foggin up that beautiful head o’yours.”

As absurd as this solution was to others, the way that Felix had dropped everything for you made you feel butterflies.

Felix could tell you weren’t feeling the best as soon as you walked into his dorm; you were wearing a sweater.

Now Felix didn’t care if you wore sweaters or not, at the end of the day, he’s okay with whatever you wear as long as you’re comfortable. But this wasn’t just a sweater, it was the sweater.

It was the sweater he gave to you before winter break; when you two returned home to your families. You had said that you were going to miss him, and didn’t know if you’d manage without him. This resulted in him giving you his peach sweater. It smelled like heaven; it smelled like him.

You wore this sweater whenever you felt troubled; not caring how ridiculous you looked with the ginormous article of clothing.

Felix automatically knew that it was one of those days. He wasn’t going to poke you very much. He wanted you to open up when you were ready, but he didn’t want his sweet angel to suffer in silence.

Which led to him grabbing you and laying you on your side on his bed.

So here you were: back to his chest, as he slowly pumped in and out of you. His strong arms wrapped tightly around your front.

Just when you had felt like the world was turning against you, he was there to bring you back from the clouds and into his grasp.

“M’sweetheart, let go f’me. Please baby? M’right here with you. M’not goin anywhere.”

You mewled and panted as he spread your legs a bit more so you can feel all of him.

You can feel how you’re not alone; how you’ve got someone on your team. You can feel how no matter what life throws at you, he’ll always be there to pick you back up.

Why?

Because he’d never let his angel suffer in silence.

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These pictures. This suit. 🤭

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Remember when I said I’ve had some fics written/unfinished? I’ve also had one idea for months and just been saving inspo pics for it on Pinterest.

This would would be a big daddy fic (not surprising lol)

Also you know that song “her name is Lola.. she was a show girl but that was 30 years ago when they use to have a show.” Basically the OC would be a showgirl in Vegas, lol.

We know how Elvis liked the showgirls. 😭

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Bloodsuckers — 5

Pairings || Hannibal Lecter x Vampire!Female!Reader x Will Graham

Part 5/?

Part 4

Contents/Warnings || Not proofread. Hannibal being Hannibal, blood consumption, implied murder, SMUT !!, fingering, p in v.

Authors Note || hi, so sorry for the delay in chapters. my mental health has been trash and junior year of college is beating my ass :’) but i’m rewatching hannibal again and finally got enough inspiration to start writing again wooo.

AO3 || here

“So Jack hired you and doesn’t even believe in what your saying?”

“To put it bluntly, yes. What’s your excuse?” Will asks.

“Me and Hannibal have.. an arrangement. One that I can’t get out of.”

A silence came between you and Will. He had shown up to your house out of the blue, pushing you further about your relationship with Hannibal. It seemed like Will only knew Hannibal’s secret, but not yours, and not what you and Hannibal’s relationship really was.

“Look, Will, I can’t help you with this.”

“Does he have something on you?”

“No.”

Another silence. You lied, obviously, but you could tell that Will didn’t believe you.

“What is it?”

“Will-“

“What is it?? We can help each other.”

“No, we can’t. Whatever you think it is, it’s not that, trust me.”

“Why can’t you trust me?” Will asked straightforwardly.

“It’s complicated. I trust you, but I really, really can’t talk about this.” You put your hands on both of his shoulders, gently squeezing them, “I can take care of myself. And I can take care of Hannibal.”

“Take care of him, hm?”

“No like that,” your arms fell back to your sides. “I can take care of my situation with him.”

You were annoyed. Annoyed that Will wouldn’t stop pushing you about Hannibal, annoyed that Hannibal had power over you, annoyed that you hadn’t consumed any blood in a few days. Your eyes kept landing on Wills neck, but your thoughts kept wandering to Hannibal.

“You should go,” You told Will, rubbing your temples, “I don’t want to talk about this again.” Will looks annoyed, but he doesn’t fight you. He leaves without another word, and you stand alone in your living room for a few minutes but pulling your phone out of your pocket, hesitantly calling Hannibal.

He picks up quickly, “Y/N.”

“Do you.. have anything for me?” You ask, staying vague on the phone.

“20 minutes.”

“Thank you,” you mumble. hanging up. You pace the room while you wait, hungry and tired.

Hannibal was punctual as usual, ringing your doorbell at exactly 20 minutes. “Hello,” He says when you open the door. You pull him inside, locking the door behind him as he says, “I’ve only brought myself for you.”

“That’s fine,” You watch him take off his blazer and roll up his sleeve. There’s faint marks on his arm from the last time you fed off him, only serving as a reminder for how good he tasted. He sits down on your couch and waits for you to join him, holding his arm out comfortably for you. You sit close beside him and lean down, running your tongue along the vein on his arm before sinking your fangs into him. As you feed, you feel his eyes glued to you. You both knew that he got something out of watching you feed; a fascination or morbid curiosity about your species and how you work. You eventually pull away, licking the droplets of blood that spill out of the puncture wounds.

He wiped a line of blood off of your chin with his thumb, keeping eye contact as he sucks it off of his finger. You eventually break the silence by saying, “I’ve never met a human like you before. I mean that as both of a compliment and an insult.”

Hannibal doesn’t reply to that, roughly grabbing your chin and commanding, “Open.”

You slowly open your mouth and watch as Hannibal eyes your fangs curiously. You close your mouth after a minute and are suddenly met with Hannibal’s lips hitting yours. An almost violent make-out ensues, with both of you fighting for dominance over each other for a few minutes. You eventually bite his tongue, not too hard but enough to draw blood. He breaks the kiss, tasting his own blood in his mouth. He gives you no time to react as he roughly grabs your hips and spins you, shoving you onto your stomach on the couch. You feel the weight shift as Hannibal moves from sitting normally to standing on his knees. He grabs your hips again, pulling them up so your ass was in the air.

“That was very rude of you,” He says, his hands reaching around your waist and unzipping your jeans, swiftly pulling them down and off. He pushes your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off. You look over your shoulder at him as he licks two of his fingers before pushing them inside of you. You let out a low moan and buried your face into the couch cushion. He wasn’t gentle with you, shoving his fingers in and out of you quickly, stretching you out to prepare you for him.

Your hips instinctively pushed back against him, craving more as he continued, only to feel his fingers pull out of you. You hear his belt clink and his pants unzip before he grabs your hips again, holding them still before pushing himself inside you. You hiss and grab the couch cushion, the pain and pleasure of it overwhelming you.

Hannibal gave you a minute to adjust before pulling out almost fully and slamming back in. “Fuck!” You cursed, clenching around him, only encouraging him to start a rough pace, pushing in and out of you hard and fast.

He keeps his pace steady, his hands holding your hips in place as you attempted to squirm. It didn’t take long for you to feel the fire in your stomach grow hotter as your orgasm approached. Your moans began to get louder at each thrust, your nails digging into the couch cushion. You felt Hannibal’s weight press against your ass as he leaned forward, one of his hands leaving your hip to reach around and rub small circles on your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you began to shake, your moans going up in pitch before you came, crying out his name.

Hannibal kept his pace up for another minute before his hips stuttered and you heard him groan before spilling inside of you. He stays inside of you for a moment before pulling out, pushing your panties back into place. You slowly sat up, finally looking at him as he zips his pants back up and tucking in his button up.

The two of you sit next to each other for a minute before he says, “I’ll run you a bath.” He stands, looking down at you and holding out his hand. You hesitantly take it, following him into the bathroom, wondering just how much more complicated this would be now that you’ve done this with him.

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I hope you are still accepting requests for headcanons, fanfiction, etc. on Yandere Hannibal! I'm wondering how you see Yandere Hannibal x Darling for Christmas. You can write a short fanfic (or a one-shot, I don’t know what it’s called), or headcanons. Will the two of them be in someone's company for the New Year? Or is Hannibal taking his beloved somewhere where they will only be alone? Or will it be just the two of them at home and no one will dare to disturb them? it’s interesting how you see it! Thank you in advance!

Hannibal holidays

Cannibalism,murder,and nsfw mentioned

Before he didn't really celebrate holidays

Maybe a few dinner parties before the holidays bit thats it

He hasn't celebrated since he was a little kid. He misses the massive tree adorned with ornaments and all the nicely wrapped presents.

But that days are long gone and he has no reason

But now that he has you he has plenty of reasons

Depending on how much you like it depends on how much he'll go out

Let's say you you love christmas

He loves doing everything with you. The joy of watching you run around trying to find the biggest Christmas tree, your nose all red from the snow and nearly tripping a few times

He blinks a few times to make sure he permanently locks the memory away in his head

He'd get a bunch of ornaments so you two can have a cozy night by his fireplace hanging them on the tree

Classical tacky Christmas tree drowning in ornaments no minimalistic bullshit 😤

If you want to do a ugly Christmas sweater photo he'll comply only smiling cause your so cute when your happy he'd be gazing at you the whole time. He won't come up with the idea on his own

Nice filling feast just for the two of you

Alot more homey and traditional then the dinner party days earlier

Your gaining a few pounds but he finds it cute❤️

He'll like any gift you get him as much as he likes any gift. But if it's handmade from the heart it'll always be close to his heart. When he's stressed or bored from work, he'll run his fingers along the gift

You'll get basic gifts as his adoration comes through his cooking

The creep who groped you at the Christmas event will me cooked with his best oils and spices carved specially for you.

And on Christmas night after all the presents are unwrapped he'll dress you up and kiss you from your belly button all the way down making sure to worship you

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Audrey Hepburn, Love in the Afternoon, 1957

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Jeanie's Masterlist

Elvis X Reader

ONESHOTS

Wardrobe Malfunction

My Military Man

Friendly Folks

Helplessly Helpful

A Daring Dish

Baby Fever

HEADCANONS

Busy Mornings w/ Elvis

Elvis' Innocent Hollywood Girlfriend

SERIES

Coming soon!! (hopefully)

Feel free to send requests to my inbox for Elvis x Reader!!

Link to the original post of GIF used up top!

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Truly yours, elvis.

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“A collection of letters to the one woman he loved, but he never got to have.”

Excerpt from “Elvis and Aphrodite. Match made in heaven.” By Jerry Schilling

“We called her aphrodite. Her beauty was unreal, she was unreal. Anytime she walked into the room we were in the presence of an angel, a goddess. Later that day Red and i were talking about her without elvis hearing us, in fact we couldn’t stop talking about her. She left that mark on someone, with her grace and beauty. I don’t think anyone could forget her, even if they tried.”

Excerpt from “Angel on earth; a y/n ‘Aphrodite’ del rey story.” By Joe Esposito.

“Nobody knew her except for Elvis, Jerry, Red and me. Not even Priscilla knew who she was. We never truly got to know why he kept y/n a secret from everyone, maybe it was her own decision. She is a shy person so it would explain a lot. Or maybe because Elvis knew, that if he shared his best friend, the woman he had always been in love with, his one true love, with the world, a man would steal her away. How could you not with that beauty and grace?”

Jerry and Joe talking about y/n and Elvis in an interview;

“Elvis and y/n had met in 1968. They hit it off, became great friends, elvis visited her whenever he could. They were in love with each-other, and they both knew it too, had admitted it. But you see, the problem was…Elvis was married to Priscilla, and y/n did not want to be that kind of woman. She never met Priscilla but y/n always remained respectful. So with most things Elvis and y/n would act as a couple, holding hands, dinners, kisses on the cheek, flirting, sometimes they slept and cuddled in the same bed. But never really anything intimate that would be cheating. No kissing on the mouth, no sex. And then when Priscilla left him, we thought…this is it, we don’t have to see them “suffer” and be apart anymore. But then elvis got a new girl, same story. And again and again. They remained in love, remained acting the same way, there was never any doubt that they did not care about one another. But y/n just did not want to be the other woman. She always remained respectful. And Elvis kept getting new relationships. Sometimes she came along secretly to many tours and Vegas shows. Until the end…i (joe) had given y/n the call of his death…i heard the most gut-wrenching sob on the phone…that was the last time we heard from her.”

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Sexy, Steamy, Sweaty Days

Elvis x Reader

REQUESTED - ONESHOT

Summary: After fighting with Elvis all week, one particular over-the-phone argument sends you to tears. Elvis comes home from the studio early that day to apologize, and after a tender exchange of words through the curtain of a shower, he remembers another way he can make up with you

Warnings: 18+, Apology Sex, Shower Sex, Arguments, Crying, Mentioned Medication, General Smut, Fingering, Swearing, Oral (M & F receiving), Blowjobs

Original Post Of All Gifs Used In Post

You and Elvis had been going at it like a cat and a dog this past week. There was just this little circuit that would spark the moment the two of you were a few feet apart, and even when he was at the studio you would find reasons to be mad at him, such as him not putting the cap back on the toothpaste. But he was also the same, throughout his busy days of filming he would find some sort of small thing that would throw off his whole day, such as you having kept him a good sleep with your constant rolling around that you did at night.

Deep down you both knew you were just looking for reasons to be annoyed with each other, but Elvis had too much pride to admit that. And you had too much of a stubborn personality to admit it either.

So for the past week, the two of you had been sending each other nasty looks of annoyance, rudely curt responses, and were just all out passive-aggressive with each other.

The end of the summer heat wasn't helping either. It was at that point where the sun came out in spite of people excited for fall. The California sun was setting a week of record-high heat which was enough to make any normal person crabby.

So with all that, here you sat on the kitchen stool using a magazine as a fan, and with your other hand, you angrily gripped the telephone as you continued to attempt a peaceful conversation with Elvis.

"All I'm saying Elvis, is a few extra seconds in the morning could keep us from being like this."

His response came through the telephone with a little fuzz.

"What the hell are you goin' on about now dammit?"

"What am I going on about now?! Ha!"

You pretended to laugh into the phone then spoke through gritted teeth,

"What I'm going on about is I've told you at least 5 times this week to try putting the cap back on the toothpaste, but it seems my words just go in one ear and out the other..!"

You heard a loud exasperated groan through the line,

"Unlike you, I got places to be and people who need me!! I can't just lounge around the house all day doin' whatever the hell I feel-"

Your jaw dropped at his words and you cut him off sharply,

"You think I don't have places I could be? Think I don't have things I could be doing? People who could need me?! Whose fault is that Elvis?! It's yours, you want me to just, as you say, 'lounge', around the house all day waiting for you, when you know damn well I could be out there living life had it not been for you!!"

As you caught your breath from your mini-rant you could hear him sigh, then his voice much softer,

"That's not what I mean Hon, I just- I got a one-track mind, Honey, you know that. When I wake up in the mornin' I wake up to support my family, you, daddy, the boys. So I forget sometimes is all, cause I'm so focused on makin' sure ya wake up in that nice big bed of ours"

While he continued on about how he needs to make sure his family, you, are warm, fed, and cleaned, his earlier words repeated in your mind. About how you didn't have places to be and how all you ever did was lounge around the house.

As you let those nasty thoughts about his words infest your mind you stopped listening and felt tears of frustration gather in your eyes. You put the magazine that you used to fan yourself down and used that hand to roughly rub across your cheek and catch any tears that might fall.

Sure it seemed pathetic to start crying over something as small as Elvis being forgetful and Elvis saying something thoughtlessly, but it wasn't just that. It was all the fighting you and Elvis had been doing lately, the blistering heat that even the state-of-the-art air conditioning Elvis had installed couldn't fight off, and the realization that you really didn't have places to be or things to do, that's what had finally broken the dam and made you feel the need to cry.

As you sniffled quietly Elvis' long explanation as to why he didn't have time in the morning to put a cap on the toothpaste cut off immediately at the noise. After a moment or two of silence, you sniffled quietly once more.

"Honey…?"

You knew if you spoke your voice would break so you just hummed shakily, "Mhm?"

You roughly bit the back of your knuckle to keep yourself from crying into the phone.

Elvis' voice sounded soft and saddened as he mumbled through the line,

"Ah hell, listen I didn't mean to make ya cry- I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll remember next time Baby, just please don't… Please don't cry."

You shook your head even though he couldn't see it as you spoke shakily into the phone,

"No, it's, it's not that Elvis, I'm not crying, it's just a little hot in the house is all, I'm gonna go make sure the windows are closed"

"Alright, just put me on the counter, I'll wait"

"No Elvis, just go back to doing what you were doing before I called, I don't care about the toothpaste alright? Goodbye."

You felt bad for hanging up as quickly as you did, but if you kept on talking he really would've known you were crying.

What sounded best right now was a good hot shower and a long hard cry.

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"I love-"

Before Elvis could finish his sentence the line had cut off, you had hung up. Without even saying 'I love you'. He roughly rubbed his face in frustration with one hand while he used the other to hang the telephone back up on the hook of the wall he leaned his back against.

Jerry who had been watching and listening to the entire ordeal from the sofa in Elvis' dressing room whistled lowly.

"Geez E, two of ya been biting each other's heads off daily now. What was today's about? Toothpaste was it?"

Elvis sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose before explaining to his longtime friend,

"A toothpaste cap if we're bein' specific"

He stared longingly at the telephone hanging on the wall, maybe hoping it would ring. He mumbled defeatedly,

"And I think I made her cry…"

Jerry nodded as he spoke through a mouthful of peanuts,

"Yeah, that was pretty nasty of ya to say…"

Elvis looked up and stuttered,

"W-what did I say?"

He knew what he said for the most part, but there were times when his anger got the best of him and he would let things slip past his lips that he wouldn't normally.

Jerry answered amongst his chewing of peanuts,

"Ya know, her not having anybody who needs her the way you got people who need you."

Elvis grimaced and crossed his arms,

"I really say that?"

"Well, yelled it, if we're being specific"

With a groan, Elvis headed to the coffee table with the bowl of peanuts that Jerry had already eaten most of. Elvis nervously ate the peanuts and shook whatever ones he had left in his hand around until he finished off the rest and dusted his hands off.

while unable to keep still he thought about whether or not this would resolve itself if he just let it simmer.

Except this time, he made you cry… He never made you cry, or at least when he did it was in person and he could immediately do some damage control.

And you didn't even say you loved him before you hung up.

Jerry, who was also in a committed relationship, knew all too well the worries that filled a man's mind after a fight with his girl, especially if she cried. So like a mind reader, he spoke,

"Just call her back"

And within the span of less than a second, Elvis asked,

"I should, shouldn't I?"

But after letting the telephone ring about 100 times unanswered Elvis hung up in defeat. He worried as to why you weren't answering. He realized he had to go back to the house to see you, even if the reason you weren't answering his telephone calls was because you were just closing the windows he didn't care, he needed to see you now. He needed to apologize for the asshole that he had been all week.

So in attempts to stop being an asshole to you, he had to be one to the people working on set with him by canceling the entire day of filming, just as the next set was prepared and his costars in the next scene got finished with hair and makeup he was already starting up his Cadillac, heading to the studio gates, and turning into LA's lunch hour traffic

When he finally made it back to his Californian home he felt beads of sweat begin to form on his head in the heat, no longer having the refreshing air conditioning of his car to cool him down.

Entering the house had just angered him when he realized the new air conditioning he'd installed was ass, but he wiped the anger (and sweat) away when he called your name in the house just to get no answer.

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You let the warm water caress your skin as your crying finally slowed down. You thought you'd heard something but just shrugged it off, it was only when there was knocking on the door accompanied by Elvis' voice did you realize it wasn't just your imagination.

"I'm comin' in"

You peeked your head out the shower curtain with wide eyes to see Elvis home a few hours before he was expected. Had you not been upset with him you would've laughed at the way he coughed from the steam of the bathroom abruptly filling his lungs as he entered.

He continued coughing into one hand while he used the other to somehow fan away the steam cloud that filled the bathroom, of course failing to do so as the hot water leaving the shower head produced more.

As soon as he made eye contact with you, you frowned and closed the curtain, beginning to wash any leftover soap off your body as you quietly asked,

"Why are you home already?"

Elvis walked over to lean against the tiled wall across from the shower, crossing his arms as he mumbled out an explanation,

"I didn't like the way we ended things, and ya wouldn't call back so I had to come"

You rolled your eyes as a frown wobbled along your lips,

"You didn't have to do anything Elvis."

He sighed, "Alright it's not that."

You poked just your head out the curtain to be met with Elvis' face being a lot closer than you had expected, he must've moved closer since speaking, as he was now just inches away from the curtain, from your lips.

Your voice remained firm as you sent him your disgruntled stare,

"Then what is it?"

He frowned and tucked your wet hair that fell forward behind your ear, murmuring quietly as he gazed at your lips,

"You didn't say, 'I love you' before hangin' up, I was worried"

As the sound of only the stream of water spouting from the shower was heard his eyebrows furrowed and he undid his tie and shirt's top button, the heat of the room finally getting the best of him.

You stared up at him, nervously nibbling the edge of your lower lip. You let out a defeated sigh and mumbled softly,

"I love you Elvis, I just didn't want to talk to you, that's why I hung up. But I don't want to see you either."

You closed the curtain on his face and hung your head back under the shower head. Elvis walked to sit on the floor against the green-tiled wall opposite the shower.

"Well then ya don't gotta see me, but we gotta talk"

You opened up the bottle of conditioner and replied,

"Then talk"

As you massaged the soap into your hair Elvis spoke,

"I'm sorry for bein' so snappy with ya for a while now, don't know what's gotten into me…"

"It's not just you Elvis, it's me too, I've been a jerk too"

"Woah now, I didn't say I was a jerk"

You could tell from his tone of voice he was just joking, and even though you didn't want to, you smiled softly at his humor. Then sarcastically spoke through the shower curtain,

"Ha. Ha. Very funny"

Elvis smiled to himself as he stared at his hands that rested on his knees due to not being able to completely stretch his legs out, the space between the bathroom wall, and the start of the shower's tub not being far enough to put his legs out completely.

He continued,

"And I'm really sorry for sayin' what I said today, it was uncalled for and untrue."

As you rinsed your hair you knew right away what he was referring to and sighed softly.

"No, you're right. I complain an awful lot for someone who doesn't work or have real responsibilities, or really even have a life outside the house"

Elvis shook his head as he stood up from the floor.

"No, I'm not gonna let you say that Baby. You work so hard every day to make this house a home. You maintain all the responsibilities of both an amazing wife and homeowner, I can hardly manage to maintain the responsibilities of bein' a decent husband."

After smiling softly at his words, you assured,

"You do just fine being a decent husband Elvis"

You didn't have to even look to know what kind of smug grin was on Elvis' face to know it was there. You rinsed the excess soap off one hand and reached it over the curtain, it didn't have to linger in the air long before you felt Elvis' dry hand grab and hold it, his thumb stroking small lines into your skin.

Though the moment was silent, it felt as though a thousand words were being spoken. You could both feel it. Both hear it. Silent 'I love you's, hushed 'It's alright now's, quiet 'It'll be okay's, and an inaudible 'We'll be alright like we always are'.

To break the silence Elvis huffed out quietly with no spite, "I gotta ask, why on a hot day do ya decide to take a hot shower? I just don't see the point in that…"

You laughed softly and gave his hand a gentle squeeze over the curtain,

"It helps relax me, believe it or not you stress me out quite a bit"

Your hand was tugged down only a few inches before you felt Elvis' soft lips on your skin, feeling and hearing him mumble into the skin,

"Well if ya just ask, I'd happily help ya relax… I know a few things that the shower doesn't…"

You smiled as you realized where this was going and quickly quipped,

"Elvis, I'm pretty sure after two months here, this shower knows exactly what you're talking about"

Elvis chuckled, and agreed,

"Mm, yeah I guess the shower has seen a few things, but uh…"

Elvis stumbled over his words as he could only now think about what you looked like behind that curtain and the way the image made his dick twitch. He laughed over his loss of words and flat-out asked,

"Well dammit woman, do ya want me or not?"

Before you could even answer his hand pulled away from yours and you heard the sound of fabric being tussled around and his shoes being kicked off. You shook your head with a fond smile.

"Get in here lover boy"

With that, you stepped back to make room for Elvis and his tanned hand pulled the curtain back to step in. You gave his naked body a quick once over, his cock remained a little limp despite being slightly hardened. You quirked an eyebrow and made your way closer, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other ducked down to his dick, giving it a light squeeze as you asked quietly,

"You need a little help here?"

He groaned and leaned back against the shower tile as your grip on his cock remained firm.

"The new sleepin' medication 'sposed to make it harder to get up"

You hummed softly and murmured,

"I'm sure I can handle it Elvis, been handlin' it for a few years now"

Elvis smiled softly and stared down at you with adoration as you slowly sunk down to your knees, the water being the perfect lubricant to help easily glide your hand along him from tip to base, up and down smoothly.

Elvis' hand found a good resting point on the top of your head, gripping the roots of your hair when you slid your thumb along the slit of his cock after pulling back the skin to reveal the perfectly pink head of his down there.

He hummed softly and watched you with lidded eyes, mumbling out soft praises as you worked him with both hands.

"Atta girl, just like that, just the way I like it"

His head tipped back and he let out a low moan as you pushed the head of his cock into your mouth, pulling off with a little pop before taking in just the head again while your fingers stroked around the base of his cock.

As his breathing turned labored and his cock had completely hardened he shook his head and gently pulled your body away from his by your shoulders. As your mouth popped off his cock once again you looked at him in confusion.

His hand gently tipped your head to look up at him, but with how low you were sunk to your knees you couldn't decide which head was more pleasing to look at.

"I still haven't apologized to ya properly"

Elvis sunk to his own knees and with his hands grasping both your thighs he pushed you back against the wall of the shower floor and spread your legs out wide, revealing your core to him. He looked painfully pleased from the view as he brought a hand down to squeeze his balls.

"Fuck Honey…"

You smiled coyly and stared down at the tiled floor, shy but still thriving under the close attention of the man you loved.

His hand continuously massaged his balls while he used the other to squeeze the flesh that housed your cunt, two fingers of that hand slowly sliding between the lips and into your pussy, making you let out a soft noise from the intrusion, Elvis' name coated in that sweet voice of yours.

He groaned and repositioned himself to get a better view of his fingers while simultaneously beginning to stroke his hardened cock from top to bottom.

As he watched his fingers pull out ever so slightly and then slide them back in he averted his eyes from the sight up to your eyes as you let out another soft noise with the movement, you heard him make something along the lines of a whimper as he quickly dipped forward to capture your lips in his and begin to speed his repetitive movements.

He wanted to feel that noise that left your lips against his own. Ever the greedy man he was, you couldn't have anything for yourself, you couldn't let out a noise of pleasure without him wanting to swallow it completely.

His two fingers curled and scratched at your insides as he experimented to see what noises he could get out of you. As if you were his favorite new piano, wanting to see what keys he had to play to make the highest of notes leave that little body of yours.

His other hand he was using on himself moved to run along your thigh till it landed at the crossroads of your stomach, he could either go up to explore new ground or down to help his other hand poke and pry at your cunt.

You licked his lower lip as you bucked your hips forward hinting at what you wanted his other hand to do, what you needed it to do.

But he didn't listen, instead, he opted to grab your breast in his hand, squeezing the flesh of it before deciding it'd be entertaining to pinch the bud between his fingers, making you squeak out a noise of complaint as your body twitched in pain.

He chuckled into the kiss as he got the message and brought the hand down to run along your cunt till he found that special little button that could send you into a spasming mess, while his other which now had three fingers in your cunt continued to pump in and out.

His pointer and middle finger rubbed a few gentle circles till he got into a rhythm that had you panting his name into his mouth.

He murmured lowly into your lips as his fingers continued their smooth circles,

"That feel good Baby? Feel right an' everythin'?"

You somehow found the time between kisses to breathe out,

"Yes… Yes… Yes…"

Your forehead creased as you dipped your head back, unable to breathe from the attack of Elvis' lips, as yours separated from his, he easily transitioned into placing wet sloppy kisses along your neck, from side to center, back to side again, mumbling into the skin,

"Just tell me to keep goin'… Tell me ya like it…"

You moaned out into the steamy air of the shower,

"I like it- I like it..!"

He smirked into the sensitive skin of your neck as his fingers pulled out of you momentarily just to glide along your folds and shove themselves back in. It was rougher this time, they went farther, and as he repeated the actions your moans grew louder.

His fingers continued their rhythmic rubbing of circles, at just the right speed. You could feel a wave of pleasure begin to make its way through your body as a loud moan ripped through your throat and your eyes rolled to the back of your skull.

Elvis stared at you through amused pleasure as he felt his cock begin to pulse for the kind of release that he had just inflicted upon you as his wrist continued to work its magic on your cunt, letting you ride out your wave of pleasure as your moans turned to mush and your body practically gave out as your legs slid down from the upward position and the back of your head rested on the cool tile of the warm shower.

Elvis' hand slowed to a stop as he pulled out and quickly brought his fingers to his lips, cleaning your juices off his fingers with his tongue before the shower's water could.

He was breathless just staring at you, admiring the way your labored breathing made your eyebrows furrow and your chest heave up and down.

He carefully leaned over to kiss your head and cheeks, his hand gently resting at the base of your throat.

"So fucking beautiful…"

You hummed softly and curled your cheek into your shoulder with a smile as he gently pecked kisses along your other cheek.

"My pretty,"

Kiss.

"pretty,"

Kiss, kiss.

"pretty girl…"

He gazed into your eyes with adoration only for the sweet look on his face to crinkle as you reached forward to fondle his balls in between your knuckles. You looked him in the eye innocently as you massaged the skin.

He tried his best to meet your eyes but when you rubbed him a certain way he had to break it to look down and regain composure as he let out a breathy, "Shit…"

You hummed softly and leaned your body closer to his.

"Relax for me, it's my turn to apologize to you…"

He leaned back on his hands to give you better access to his cock as you lowered yourself to rest your head on his thigh with one hand fondling his balls and the other beginning to rub lines along his cock.

"Ya got nothin' to apologize for though Baby…"

He dipped his head forward with a wrinkled forehead as he winced from the sudden force you applied to the base.

"This is for all the times I should've then"

You slid your lips down the head of his cock before attempting to swallow him completely, gagging at first as you adjusted to the feeling of him in your mouth before pulling up for air.

Elvis groaned lowly from the sensation and rocked his hips forward slightly.

You twist your wrist slightly on the base of his cock while the other stroked his foreskin back down for you to suck on the sensitive skin below. As you engulf him in your mouth again you can't help but aim your eyes up to see the way his Adam's apple bobbed from swallowing thickly at the pleasure you made him feel. He followed it up with a low drawn-out moan.

"Honey…"

As you continued to bob your head up and down on his cock you saw his hand reach out to grab the towel rack on the shower wall for some sort of semblance of grounding. When you flicked your tongue on his slit you noticed his groan would go up a small pitch or his wince would grow breathy.

"Ah, that-"

His own voice cut off as he flung his head forward to stare down at the beautiful view that was you. As you began to stroke both your hands along his length interchangeably you noticed the way his jaw clenched and the veins in his neck bulged as if they were about to explode.

He grimaced from pleasure as his hips began to buck upward, he breathed out soothingly

"Right there Baby… That's right, good girl""

His breathing grew labored as his face contorted and he teetered on the edge of an orgasm. His free hand flew to your hair as the need for release got the best of him and his hand tangled in the roots of it.

You refused to look away as his hand shoved your head down completely onto his cock, all the way to the base. As your body trembled and you choked on it you noticed the way he stared down at you with need and want. You were what he needed in this moment, you and you alone.

You stared up at him through the storm of the water falling on your face, tears filling your eyes, your nose buried in his pubes, and his eyes lustfully lidded. In the moment as the two of you made eye contact the pleasure went beyond just physical.

As your eyes met with his, you weren't just making love to his body, you were making love to his soul.

With the shooting of his salty load into your mouth his grip loosened and you pulled up slightly to give yourself room to breathe through your nose while you kept your lips wrapped around his cock, swallowing all he had to offer.

When you pulled off you had to catch your breath, and while he caught his, Elvis quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto him, it was as if the two of you were connected with how closely he held you.

You opened your watery eyes from choking on his cock to look up at him, he looked tired and happy. It was crazy to see those two feelings coexist on anyone's face, but they often did on his. His once gelled-back hair now looked tousled and wet and had fallen over the front of his tired eyes, you took the time to brush it back with an examining look.

He smiled down at you and leaned his head against yours, closing those tired eyes of his and leaning forward to press a kiss against your lips. You hummed softly as Elvis' hand gently held your chin.

After pulling back to look at you he smiled softly and leaned his head back against the tiled wall. You closed your eyes and leaned your head on his shoulder, his grasp around your body tightening protectively at the action.

There was no need for words, you both knew that.

Words could not afford to be as expressive as the love that you two shared.

Another totally fun request to write!! Goodness, I just love writing Elvis set in the time he filmed Live A Little, Love A Little!! All that aside I really did enjoy writing this, I haven't written all that much angst so the sliver that this did have was super thrilling to write!! Writing smut is getting easier, but I'm still working on improving it!!

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Sweet Babydoll

Being Elvis' Innocent Little Bimbo Hollywood Girlfriend Headcanons

Elvis x Innocent!Reader - REQUESTED

Request: "I was wondering if you could write some headcanons on what its like just in general being elvis' girlfriend specifically when he's filming in hollywood in the 60's? preferably a bimbo-type girlfriend you know?"

Warnings: Lots of fluff, mentioned arguing, very sweet!

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Meeting

The first time you'd met Elvis was on the set of one of his films. You were the producer's daughter, given the princess treatment that had been fed to you with a silver spoon since you were born. You had your own little (pink) chair, and your own (pink) dressing room. Unfortunately, the set designers hated you, because your father would let you wander around the set and mess with the props.

That was actually how you'd met Elvis! He saw you fiddling around with a few prop pillows on the set's prop bed, at the time he didn't know you were the producer's daughter though. To keep things short and sweet he said a few sweet words, and as the directors arrived at the set they had to practically pull you and Elvis off each other, and the set designers found another reason to hate you as your and Elvis' cuddle fest had left the bed completely disheveled.

Since then Elvis had met your father, and with his ever-so-present charisma, convinced your father to let you move into his California house. His main bargaining chip was that a young girl like you shouldn't be left alone in a city such as California while your father flew to Europe to co-produce an upcoming film with big names involved.

And the couple weeks that you were supposed to stay with him turned into months, and before you knew it a year had passed, with you and Elvis in this lovely routine.

Mornings

Mornings with Elvis could either start as early as 8AM or as late as 3PM, it usually depended on whether or not he had to film early, you were more of a sleep-in-as-long-as-possible type of girl, but you were also a very clingy one as well. So when you'd feel the bed shift as Elvis' weight began to leave it, you'd whine tiredly and blindly grab on to whatever limb of his was closest, today it was his wrist.

He'd chuckle into the glass of water that he was downing while his other hand that you had successfully captured ran between the folds of your silk robe, finding its rightful place at the soft fleshy part of your inner thigh. You'd hum softly, and roll your head lazily his way, your eyelashes fluttering as you tried to open your eyes at the bright morning sun that was shining through the window.

Even though you loved to sleep in, you loved Elvis more, so you'd crawl out of bed just to be by his side as he went through his morning routine. Either resting your head on his back as he brushed his teeth or playing with the rings on one of his hands as you sat on the bathroom's marble counter while Elvis used his other to shave himself.

And of course by the time you were awake enough to get ready he'd be out the door after planting an abundance of kisses on your cheek and neck. But as always, just as you were about to step into the shower with your short little baby blue towel just barely wrapped around your body, you'd smile and see if you could catch him one more time, just get one more kiss.

So you'd go running down the stairs, hoping no one was around to see the way the towel no doubt fluttered around your naked body. Like a wild child, you'd run out the front door barefoot and onto the warm morning pavement to where you saw Elvis in his beige Cadillac

Elvis' eyes would go big as he saw the only thing keep that little towel on your body was the two tiny fingers you had pinching both sides together by the corners.

With a breathy giggle you would lean in through his opened passenger window to give him one last kiss.

He'd shake his head with a laugh and grab you by the chin to pull your lips to his, letting his linger on yours for a few hot seconds before pulling back and staring down your cleavage, noticing the way the towel pinched around your upper body was barely hanging onto your breasts.

Elvis would look at you with a fond smile and faux-disapproving look afterward, then he'd tease with a pinch to your cheek, "You best get inside little girl. Just givin' everyone a show…"

You'd smile cheekily and press one last kiss to his cheek

As you'd waddle back inside, he would linger in the driveway long enough to watch you till you got in.

If there was one thing he loved, it was to watch you walk…

At The Studio

Sometimes Elvis would let you come to set with him. When you came with him he usually had a driver and you'd sit in the back with him. Unfortunately, the days you went to set with him it was usually early and you still felt a morning haze, so you'd sit on Elvis' lap and rest your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed, slowly drifting to sleep. He'd talk to Marty, Lamar, or whoever was driving while he kept a protective hand on the edge of your skirt to keep it from lifting.

After arriving at the studio you'd be wide awake, talking with some of the girls there, and Elvis would watch you waddle around in your tight little skirts with a smile. Even from afar, he could be seen practically breaking his neck to get a glance at you.

Despite being raised around movie studios and sets, you could be such a ditz sometimes, accidentally wandering onto a set that was being used. Or seeing Elvis on a set and wanting to run to him to hug him, only to later learn that he was actually doing a scene.

You'd jump from fright when you'd hear a loud voice abruptly yell, "Cut!!" And Elvis would see it and laugh softly, walking past his female lead and over to you. After pulling you to the side of the set his hands would rest naturally on your hips as he reminded you, "When the cameras are rollin' ya can't come to me, ya gotta wait till the scenes are done"

You'd frown with embarrassment and avoid eye contact as you quietly explained, "Didn't know they were filming… Thought the cameras were just there"

He'd tease you with a smile, "Mhm, I bet ya secretly jus' wanted to be in the movie hm? Is that it? Ya wanna be a little movie star?"

You always had a hard time understanding his teasing, he knew this, so before you could panic he'd pull you close to him, rubbing his cheek against yours as his hands fell to your ass, mumbling into your cheek before pressing a kiss on it, "Mm jus' teasin' ya Baby"

You'd then nod and let out a breath you were holding, and as he'd begin to rock the two of you back and forth one of his hands would slide down a little and reach under the short skirt of yours to pinch your ass cheek as he whispered a promise, "I'll put ya in your own little movie Babydoll, one that just I can watch… That sound good?"

You'd giggle into his cheek as his kisses roamed down to your neck, each press of his lips soft and innocent. You'd ask with pure curiousity, "What kind of movie Elvis?"

He'd pull back and stare at you with eyes full of adoration for your innocence. Some would say you were just clueless, but he knew it was just your sweet innocent mind that made you ask stupid questions.

Elvis held your hands sweetly in his as he mumbled for only you to hear, "I'm thinkin' a production kinda like the one we made last night…"

You had to think for a second to get a clue as to what he was referring to, the two of you did a lot last night, you played board games, he watched you bake him and his friends cupcakes, along with quite a few other things…

But he said a few words to help you realize what he was talking about, "Ya know, with the feather, and that sweet little sound ya made…"

As you realized what he was referring to, your face grew red and he stepped closer staring down at the adorable look of embarrassment on your face. He decided to take it a step further as his body shielded yours from the rest of the people on set.

Elvis' hand ran under your skirt and up your inner thigh pinching the curve of the flesh at the very top of your inner thigh, right where your panties ended. His smirk was small as he murmured, "Was this the spot that you liked the most? Or was it…"

Before he could move his hand again you grabbed him by his forearm with a scandalized look.

By now you'd be a blushing mess, which only made him chuckle loudly and pull you close. His laugh rang out on the set and he'd hold you with an adoring look in his crinkled eyes, "Oh Honey, what am I gonna do with ya?"

Afterward, he'd have Jerry walk you down to his dressing room, usually because the director was getting pissy with your (accidental) disruptions, and Elvis wasn't about to have some stuffy-suit director saying anything to his Babydoll, so it was best to have you sit around in his dressing room while he finally got actual work done.

Telephone Calls

Of course, you couldn't always go with Elvis to the studio, sometimes you had to stay home and sit prettily in the living room as you waited for the telephone to ring, when it finally did you'd pick up before the first ring was finished.

"Elvis!!"

You'd hear him through the line laugh softly before mimicking your tone as he said, "Baby!"

"I miss you Elvis" He'd check his watch and say softly, "I only left two hours ago Hon" You'd shrug and explain that two hours without him felt like an eternity.

He'd tease you and ask, "Alright what do ya want me to buy?" But, as stated before, you didn't understand when he'd tease you and you'd pout and say, "I don't want anything, I really did just miss you…"

Though you couldn't see it, he'd lick his lips and smile as he reassured gently, "I know Baby, I was just teasin' ya. I missed ya too"

The telephone conversation would go on much longer than the director and other actors would like, they couldn't get anything done without their star, but their star couldn't get anything done unless he had an hour-long telephone conversation with you.

Sometime throughout the conversation he would always comment on your voice.

Elvis would smile into the phone and say how sweet you sounded, the first time he'd ever talked about your voice he'd said, "Ya sound so cute an' squeaky, ya like my little rubber duckie."

Unfortunately that teasing name stuck, but you secretly liked it when he'd fondly call out in the house, "Duckie! Where's my girl?" after getting home from the studio.

It also wasn't bad when he'd whisper into your ear whenever he knew you felt overwhelmed, "I think a bath sounds good right now, an' ya know I can't take one without my yittle rubber duckie" He'd punctuate the nickname with a smiling kiss to your temple.

Issues

You and Elvis had many great things going for your relationship, but it would be a lie to say the two of you didn't have issues.

One that always remained was something that he loved most about you. It was your, well, for lack of a better word, cluelessness.

Sometimes he'd make a joke, or say something, that he assumed you would understand, but you didn't. And when he didn't realize you didn't understand you'd sit there thinking he was mad or upset with you.

And when that thought came to mind, all rational thinking (or, the little bit you had) flew out the window and you'd sit there next to him biting back tears.

One time he made some remark while he was playing poker with his friends that didn't land right, but he was too focused on his hand to realize you took offense to it. It was something along the lines of you sticking yourself to him like a leech, not being able to do anything on your own. It was meant lovingly, but you didn't understand that.

At the time you were sitting on his lap, staring at his cards with him, you interpreted his words as him being annoyed with you always sitting on his lap and following him around like a puppy.

So throughout the night as he would say things to you, you'd answer shortly, suddenly out of spirits.

Seeing that his sweet little girl wasn't being sweet, set Elvis on edge, and he began to actually become annoyed.

After one particularly curt-sounding answer, he leaned back on his chair and set his cards down so no one could see them, his arm that was once wrapped around your waist now fell from it as he spoke, "If ya gonna act like a bitch then just go upstairs, no one wants that here."

Now Elvis didn't swear with you hardly ever, but when he felt like you were displeased with him, he couldn't help it. He believed the best defense was offense, and he was good at it.

The tears you'd been biting back threatened to spill over as both sadness and embarrassment washed over you. Elvis glared at you while the guys around the table tried to pretend they weren't paying attention as they stared at their own cards like they had the best hand in the world.

You cleared your throat and got up from him, slowly walking away and beginning to let out little sniffles.

The room was silent as you walked up the stairs, sniffling the whole way up, Elvis could see you from the poker table, and just as you closed the bedroom door, the entire silent downstairs could hear you begin to cry in the bedroom.

You were loud with everything you did. When you were doing specific things with Elvis upstairs the entire downstairs could hear you, which also meant when you were crying pitifully, the entire downstairs could hear you.

And anytime Elvis heard you cry, he realized how much he preferred the former.

Elvis sighed and took a drink from his coke bottle before slamming it back down on the table, and getting up, roughly pushing his chair as he did so. As he marched up the stairs shaking his head, he yelled to the boys, "Don't look at my fucking hand, I'll be back"

He would slam the door open and closed as he got into the bedroom, seeing you with your makeup a complete mess, and your eyes reddened.

Though Elvis followed you with the intent to yell at you and ask you why you were acting the way you were, his hardened features would soften, and what would be an argument turned into him hushing you as you spouted apologies for acting the way you were.

After you'd finished crying he would hold your hand and kiss your cheek, mumbling with a soft smile, "Will ya come back downstairs?"

And though he knew you didn't even know the rules of poker he would say as a helpful encouragement, "Need my Babydoll to help me win against the boys"

To which you would always give in, and the two of you would march back down the stairs, staring at each other with so much love, that the guys could've mistaken you two for newlyweds on your honeymoon.

Many arguments like that had come along the way because you never communicated why you would get sad. It was pushed off as you just being bitchy because you lacked the confidence to explain yourself, thinking it was always easier to just be in the wrong and apologize. But it was always resolved, maybe not the way it should've been, but resolved nevertheless.

Elvis was your everything so the thought of losing him because of an argument terrified you to the point of tears. And to Elvis, you were his everything so the thought of losing you because of an argument angered him to the point of yelling.

But you were both too young to realize that those two ways of dealing with stress didn't mesh well together.

So for the time being you two loved hard and fought hard. But there was love, always love.

After all, how could he not love you? His Babydoll.

Tada!! My second ever headcanons post!! I'm still not sure if I'm formatting it right but I've decided I'm ok with that!! I really enjoyed writing these it was so fun!! I want to write more headcanons for this reader specifically, so if that's something you'd like anon feel free to let me know!! <33

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Series Plot: A curse has been placed on the entire world wherein the only ones that can speak your name are those that love you completely. And if they break your trust, your name gets wiped from their memory completely.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually); Steve Rogers x Reader (super briefly you'll barely feel it)

Warnings: infidelity (not Loki our sweet bb could never); language (not even remotely sorry, Rogers); angst; eventual smut

part 1: acting like a stranger part 2: unspoken part 3: endearments & revelations part 4: convincing illusions part 5: say my name part 6: my name on your tongue

[sassanoe]

Mounting Mistakes

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After years of being a second thought y/n finally prepares to call it quits but will Clark let his Omega walk away after having his own wake up call?

Request: could I have a An alpha omega fic clark kent x reader.Smutty,Knotting,Semi-consensual Where he gets angry after reader wears a marvel shirt and buys mcu merch and Lois bashing?

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut,Angst,Fluff, Dub Con, A/B/O, Mateing Cycles, Heat, Swearing, Punish Fuck, Spanking, Jealousy, Age Gap,Humiliation?

A/N: wow okay so this request was for the lovely @thatdamncutegirl​ and admittedly got alot more angsty then I thought it would…I hope you all like it nonetheless its a bit of everything smut ,angst, fluff ,fluffy smut, rough smut the works! I’m generally happy with this one!

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters​ @magdelen69​ @iloveyouyen​ @sofiebstar​ @thefangirlsblog​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @loserrlauraa​ @isitmine​ @tinabean37​

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[sassanoe]

𝒪𝓃ℯ 𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓅 𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ

Pairings: Elvis Presley x female!reader

Summary: The reader who is Elvis Presley’s wife wakes up to see her husband teaching their baby son Jesse how to walk🥹

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The sun peeked through the curtains of Graceland, casting a warm glow over the room. You found yourself in the presence of the King himself, Elvis Presley. Your heart fluttered as you watched him, his mesmerizing voice filling the air as he strummed his guitar effortlessly. It was a rare, intimate moment you had the privilege of witnessing.

As you stood by the doorway, you saw Elvis glance towards the crib tucked in the corner of the room. A smile crept across his face as he noticed his baby son, Jesse, starting to stir. Gently setting his guitar aside, Elvis approached the crib, his eyes filled with adoration.

"Hey there, little man," Elvis cooed, his voice soft and melodic. "Ready to show Daddy those fancy moves of yours?"

Jesse giggled in response, his chubby arms reaching out towards his father. Elvis scooped his little boy up into his arms, cradling him securely against his chest. The room seemed to come alive with the sound of their laughter, a symphony of love.

With careful steps, Elvis carried Jesse to the center of the room, creating a safe space for their adventure. He positioned Jesse's tiny feet on the wooden floor, supporting his wobbly legs with his hands.

"Alright, Jesse, it's time to show Daddy how you can walk," Elvis encouraged, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You've got the rhythm in your blood, just like your old man."

As if on cue, the room filled with the sound of Elvis singing softly, his voice guiding Jesse's every movement. With each step, Elvis matched their strides, gently swaying from side to side, ensuring Jesse felt secure in his arms.

One hesitant step, then another. Jesse's face lit up with excitement, his eyes gleaming with determination. Elvis offered words of encouragement, his voice a gentle melody, easing any fear his son might have had.

"That's it, baby boy!" Elvis praised, his voice filled with pride. "You're doing great, just like your Mama."

Jesse's chubby legs grew stronger, his steps more assured. The room filled with joyous laughter and applause as he took his first independent steps, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance.

Elvis smiled brightly, his heart swelling with love and pride. He knew this was just the beginning of a lifetime of dances they would share together, a legacy that would continue to live on.

"You see, my little man," Elvis whispered, his voice filled with emotion, "Your Mama and I will always be here to catch you when you fall, to help you find your way. You've got a whole world waiting for you, and your old man will be by your side every step of the way."

As Jesse continued to take his first steps, the room filled with a sense of wonder and joy. The bond between father and son grew stronger with each passing moment, a testament to the love that would always guide them.

And as you watched this enchanting scene unfold before your eyes, you couldn't help but feel privileged to have witnessed such a magical moment. Your husband, The King of Rock and Roll, teaching his baby boy to walk, was a memory that would forever be etched in your heart.