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Sweet Symphony 🎻❤️‍🔥🎹, a '68 Special Era One-Shot

A/N: This one has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for quite a while. Sweet Symphony started as a special request for '68 Special era Elvis from my Get to Know Me Gala way back in March! I also included the prompt, "Do it again, please." Nothing like a good two-fer!

A professional violinist Reader gets a little more than she bargains for after rehearsal for Elvis Presley's '68 Special...

Mature 18+ || Word count: 9.2k

TW: Sexxx in various forms, fluff, cussing, dubious use of a piano

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Sweet Symphony

A ’68 Special Era Request

You’re early. Too early, in fact, but your mother always said, “If you’re on time, you’re late,” so it goes to reason that for such an important job, you find yourself clicking your heels into the rehearsal room a full hour before it’s set to start.

The only reason they allowed you in this early is that your brother-in-law, Billy, is the one in charge of this portion of the production rehearsal, arranging the music for Elvis Presley’s television special due out in December. He had been tasked, rather last minute, to take over the musical arrangements. When your sister called on Billy’s behalf, saying he desperately needed a professional violinist to fill in for the one who’d been suddenly struck with a bout of appendicitis, you were a little confused at first. Why in the world would Elvis Presley need a violinist? had been the first thought in your head, but a job is a job, and you figure a television special of this magnitude wouldn’t hurt your classical resume.

Sure, why not? you’d thought, then packed up your violin and got a ticket for the next plane out to LA. If nothing else, I’ll get some sun.

Since your plane arrived late, you made the executive decision to go straight to the studio rather than chance the traffic by checking into your hotel first. Which is how you find yourself in the near-dark rehearsal space before anyone else has even thought to arrive, violin and suitcase in tow. At least you’ll get a chance to look over the score Billy just handed you before anyone else arrives, you think, finding a chair and settling in to unpack and prepare your instrument.

So focused are you that you don’t really register the door opening and then latching closed. You figure it is just Billy, who had been frantically going over sheet music up in the booth. When the piano begins to play, softly, you nearly jump out of your skin with surprise, having been so lost in sight reading and humming your part that you were oblivious to the presence of another in the room.

“Oh my god!” you gasp in surprise, managing to knock the loose pages of the score off the music stand as your hand flies up to your chest. “Damnit,” you mutter under your breath, scurrying to pick up the pages and put them back in order.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to startle ya,” you hear a gentle voice drawl out from the darkness.

“Oh, no, I just wasn’t expecting anyone in here so early and I was so caught up in…” you taper off, furrowing your brow and trying to get your sheet music situated.

“Here, lemme help you with that,” the voice says, kneeling to pick up loose pages.

“Oh, thank…” your voice hitches when you look down at the man holding up more music that had fluttered away across the floor.

It’s the sparkling sapphire blue eyes that catch you first, framed in criminally long, dark lashes, blinking up at you from where he’s kneeling on the floor next to your chair. They are utterly mesmerizing in the way they search your face apologetically. Your voice dies in your suddenly dry throat, and so mesmerized are you with those eyes that it takes you much too long to take in the rest of him.

That’s when you realize that the man with the pretty eyes on his knees near your feet is the one and only Elvis Presley.

“…you. Thank you,” you manage to finish, gingerly taking the pages from his grasp.

Elvis smiles up at you so bashfully, so charmingly, that it takes your breath away.

It doesn’t hit you until this very moment that you are playing for the Elvis Presley. Between everything happening so quickly and you assuming you wouldn’t get to meet the man himself, you just hadn’t considered the magnitude of the job.

You’d just hit your teenage years when Elvis came into his stardom, the timing perfect for swooning over the Southern boy with the rebellious good looks and the completely unique sound. But your parents had been strict and conservative, opting for your upbringing to be filled with learning and playing classical music, so the only chance you’d had to listen to Elvis was when you went to your girlfriend’s house. There you could swoon over him unimpeded, but it was more vicarious than anything else. And by the time you were old enough to properly swoon to your heart’s content, you were so busy with your music degree that it hadn’t really crossed your mind to ogle over Elvis.

To be quite honest, you had become a bit of a music snob at that point, so Elvis wasn’t really on your radar, though you had been impressed by his reworked English version of O Solo Mio. His It’s Now or Never had been a massive hit, and he had amazed you with his vocal talent, which you were convinced was wasted on silly pop songs. Needless to say, Elvis and his music had been off your radar for a long, long time.

You certainly hadn’t realized the man had only gotten more attractive as time went on. Magazine pictures and even his movies (which you hadn’t cared to watch since the beginning of the decade) don’t do him justice, which is saying something since you’d never once seen the man look anything less than handsome. But those damn eyes pop against his tanned skin and raven hair, and that curved-lip smile has butterflies flying in your stomach like a schoolgirl.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks quietly, still kneeling at your feet.

“My name? Oh, um, my name is y/n,” you stammer out. You could kick yourself for how gobsmacked you sound, a grown professional woman nearly forgetting her own name in the presence of an attractive man. But the thing is he isn’t just attractive—he’s ethereal.

“Well, hello there, y/n. I’m Elvis,” he says, as if he were just some regular Joe and not one of the most famous men alive. “What do you play?” He motions to your music.

“Uh, violin. Well, and piano, but violin professionally,” you reply, unable to take your eyes off him.

His eyes light up at this. “I play piano, too,” he says, with such a little boy quality that you can’t help but smile.

“Oh?” This surprises you quite a bit since he is so synonymous with the birth of rock and roll and you’d only ever seen him with an acoustic guitar.

“Yeah, a lotta people don’t know that, but between you and me, I like playin’ piano more,” he says, with a wink. Elvis stands up from his crouch with little effort, so lithely that you equate it to a dancer. Your eyes follow up, up, up his lean frame, and you try not to notice just how well his tailored outfit fits him.

He walks back towards the piano he came from, and you blush when you catch yourself staring at his backside, like some sort of lecherous creep. Quickly turning your attention back to the pages of music in your lap, you force yourself to try and make sense of page numbers, shuffling them back into order.

“Do you know this one?” Elvis suddenly asks, shocking you by playing the opening notes of a well-known Beethoven piece.

“Yeah, I mean, yes. I do,” you respond, still stumbling over your words. “That’s Moonlight Sonata.”

“What happens after this part?” he asks, playing the beginning again. The question seems quite honest, still having that curious, young quality about it. Before you think better of it, you’re walking over to the piano.

“May I?” you say, standing near the bench. Music is your language. You’ve always been better with an instrument at your fingertips than with your words. It makes you feel bolder, so when Elvis only scoots over instead of yielding the bench, it doesn’t stop you from perching next to him.

It only takes a second for the movement to come back to you and you place your hands on the keys, letting them speak for you. You’ve done your share of teaching, so it doesn’t take but a moment to fall into that role. You just try not to think too hard on that fact that it’s Elvis Presley that you’re teaching.

He’s nodding along, eyes focused solely on your hands. So close to him, you can feel the way the music affects his body. It’s something you can relate to.

You stop yourself from speeding too far ahead in the music and pull your hands away from the keys. “Is that…do you want me to go again, or do you want to try it?” you ask.

“Do it again. Please?” he asks watching your hands with incredible focus.

You do, trying to keep it simple and without too much flourish.

“Okay, so it’s like this then?” he says after you finish, and as his long, slender fingers glide across the keys, you realize they are musician’s fingers. They may be dripping with jewels that are likely more expensive than your apartment, but they are quite perfect for the kind of instruments he plays. It strikes you he was made to do this.

You recognize then that Elvis is truly a musician and not just a performer. The way he concentrates, learning and adapting quickly as you show him more of the song, only by ear and sight, amazes you.

It's through the music that you begin to calm. Talking one musician to another is much more manageable than considering the magnitude of the person you’re speaking with. Frankly, you are completely amazed by how incredibly gentle and disarming the man is.

When the door opens again, both of you are consumed enough in the music that it doesn’t faze you much.

“Oh, hey Elvis! Just the man I needed to see. I hope y/n isn’t bothering you,” Billy says, in a teasing tone only a family member could produce.

“Hello to you, too, Billy,” you say, a bit annoyed at the interruption and at feeling put in your place as if you were still a child.

“Oh, no, not at all. She’s a great teacher,” Elvis grins, bumping your shoulder. “You two…know each other?” he then asks, his smile faltering in the slightest as he looks from you to Billy. The question is innocent enough, but the way he says it gives you pause and your heart flips.

“Since she was practically in diapers. She’s my sister-in-law,” Billy says.

“Twelve isn’t in diapers, Billy,” you scoff at him, then turn to Elvis. “He’s married to my older sister yet has never hesitated to treat me like a baby. Lucky me.”

“Aw, you know I only put up with you because you’re too talented for your own good,” Billy ribs, making to muss your hair.

You duck swiftly out of the way, bumping into Elvis in the process. “Oh, sorry!” you breath out.

Elvis just chuckles at the two of you, looking pleased as punch, though you’re not exactly sure why.

“I think what you meant to say is, ‘Thank you for dropping everything to fly across the country last minute to help me, dearest sister-in-law,’” you throw at Billy, batting your lashes.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it. Now, skedaddle. I need to talk to Elvis,” Billy shoos you.

You suppress the urge to stomp your foot and pout, but you realize you really should act more professional than you are. Settling for a huff at Billy, you turn to Elvis. “It was nice to meet you,” you say, all the spunkiness you had towards Billy deflating into shyness the moment you look into those dark blue eyes again.

“Oh, I have no doubt we’ll be talkin’ again soon, honey, and thank you for the lesson,” Elvis drawls softly.

His words send a cascade of shivers through your limbs. You feel heady as you stand from the bench, shooting a familial glare Billy’s way, noticing the frown on his face as you do so. God, even with you being 27, Billy had the ability to make you feel like a scolded younger sister.

You force yourself not to look back as you head to your chair. Be a professional. Just because Elvis is handsome doesn’t mean he’s not the man you’re ultimately working for. Busying yourself with rearranging your music, you hear Billy usher Elvis out and up into the booth.

Well, that’s that, you think, rosining your bow, and you get to practicing.

*

You’ve been at your share of long rehearsals, but you will admit this one is both long and intense. The music Billy has arranged—this “Guitar Man” medley of some of Elvis’ songs—isn’t difficult music to play, per say, but you can now sense an underlying importance around this entire operation. Part of it is the barely held back frantic look in Billy’s eyes, and knowing him as you do, for him to be this frazzled means there’s a lot on the line. However, it’s when Elvis comes back, much later, to run through the medley with the orchestra, that you realize you can sense it in him, too. It’s well-hidden, to be sure, when the man introduces himself and shakes hands with the members of the orchestra, and you probably wouldn’t even have noticed if it weren’t for the relaxed way he’d been with you earlier in the day, but it’s an undercurrent all the same. Then, they send him into the booth to do his thing.

And, boy, does he. You’ve worked your share of Broadway musicals and operas, but you’ve never seen a man completely give himself over to the work in just a rehearsal quite the way Elvis does with this medley. It’s like he’s singing for his life. By the time it’s all through, Elvis exits the booth, dripping with sweat, exhausted but exuberant. His eyes sparkle and his body hums, some part of him tapping or jiggling or wiggling every moment, as though the music had become electricity in his veins.

You try not to stare as you slowly put away your bow, your violin, collecting your music from the black stand. You try not to, but you keep stealing glances because not only does he look enticing, but it’s also more that you connect with the feelings he seems to be having. The way the music can just take over and become something else inside you, as if you are the conduit to something much bigger than yourself. This you understand. And you’d never imagined a sensation like Elvis Presley would feel the music that way, too. Perhaps this is the secret to his massive success.

Almost all the other musicians have packed and left by now. You tell yourself you’re stalling so you can say goodnight to Billy before hailing a cab and finally checking into your hotel by midnight. You are exhausted, after a day of traveling and frenetic rehearsal, yet you are buzzing with the excitement only music seems to bring you. And you can’t help that the part of you that feels that way is being drawn towards Elvis like a magnet.

When Elvis catches your less-than-sly stare, a million-dollar smile spreads over his face and your heart flip-flops in your chest so hard it takes your breath away. Caught, you quickly and conspicuously look up and away, as though that will save the burning embarrassment on your cheeks. Suddenly, all you can think of is how fast you can get out of here, and you finish packing up like a fire has been lit under you. You scurry towards the door, hoping to escape before making a fool of yourself further.

“Hey, Miss Moonlight,” Elvis says, fingers light on your arm, stopping you before you reach the door, “whaddya say you join us back at my place for a little get together?”

The nickname would usually make you roll your eyes, but coming from him so sweetly, you balk under the attention. It distracts you so much that it takes a full second to realize that he’s just invited you to his place.

“I…uh, it’s been a long day. I-I haven’t even checked into my hotel yet,” you stammer, the excuse so unconvincing you might laugh if you weren’t so befuddled and nervous that Elvis is asking you…well, you’re not exactly sure what he’s asking you.

He quirks a perfect raven brow at you. When he steps in closer, you can feel the heat radiating off him.

“Well, I can have Joe swing you by your hotel before headin’ over, if you’d like, though there’s plenty of space at the house. We can set up a room for ya…s’probably more comfortable than a hotel,” Elvis drawls quietly in your ear.

You’ve never heard a man make a pass so naturally in your life, so much so that you almost hesitate to believe it is one. His low voice and the open suggestiveness spear straight into your core, threatening to melt you into a puddle on the spot.

In any other circumstance, you would laugh in a man’s face for suggesting such a thing. Generally shy, reserved, and cerebral, you’re certainly not the kind of woman who just spends the night at a strange man’s place. But this isn’t any other circumstance. This is Elvis Presley asking you to stay the night with him.

And maybe he does just mean it casually—a “hey, come party with us and you can sleep on the couch”—but at the moment, your body doesn’t know the difference. Your inner pragmatist begins listing off all the ways this is a terrible idea, but the only thing that cuts through the noise is the regret you know you’ll feel if you don’t accept this invitation.

“Um…well, okay. I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose, of course,” you manage to breathe back.

His lip curves up into an almost bashful smile. “Oh, Moonlight, you couldn’t be an imposition if you tried. Plus, you hafta show me how to play the rest of that piece,” he says, running a calloused fingertip down your pointer finger.

You can’t help the shudder that runs through you or the way your heart catches in your throat. “Well, how could I possibly refuse?” you finally get out.

“Fantastic! Hey, Joe, this is my new friend, y/n,” he says enthusiastically, calling over the shorter man. “She’s gonna be joining us tonight.”

Joe seems kind enough, albeit barely looks or speaks to you after the main introductions. Before you know it, you, your violin, and your suitcase are packed into the back of what you assume is a ridiculously expensive vehicle. Elvis slides in behind you, and you, now sandwiched between him and the car door, think you ought to feel apprehensive about the situation, but all your attention is fixed on how Elvis’ side is pressed up against yours. The heat radiates off him, bleeding into you, his leg bouncing so quickly that you think he might need to get out and run laps. He makes conversation, asking about how you came to be a musician and you uncharacteristically and nervously start rambling about yourself. You’ve got to give him credit for the way he nods and hums, truly seeming to listen to you even though your mouth is running almost uncontrollably.

By the time you arrive at the house, you feel as if you’ve told Elvis your life story and you abruptly shutter your mouth closed. God, I am such an idiot. Way to play it cool, y/n, you berate yourself.

Elvis kindly helps you out of the car, walking you toward the house as Joe follows with your violin and suitcase in tow. The way your heart pounds against your ribcage threatens to do you in—it’s all suddenly become very real that Elvis Presley is leading you into his house where you are going to surreptitiously spend the night. His hand is guiding you so gently at the small of your back, but the heat of it blazes through you.

Oh, get a grip! The man has probably touched thousands of women, you’re no different. You’re not special.

Realizing you’re holding your breath, you force yourself to take in air as inconspicuously as possible.

“You don’t gotta be nervous, baby,” he says, a cheeky little smile gracing those luscious lips of his.

“Sorry, I…this just isn’t where I thought I’d be at the end of this very long day,” you chuckle.

“Well, let’s make you at home then.” His smile turns reassuring and warm.

He spends the next hour getting you comfortable and fed, having the most amazing ability to relax your normally nervous nature without hardly trying. You can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach at the way he seems to be continuously touching you—the press of his leg, an arm around your shoulders, the graze of a finger against yours—in a familiar way, even though you’ve known him less than a day. If it were anyone else, you would have leapt off the couch and run for the hills.

What surprises you the most is that you aren’t uncomfortable at all. Excited and nervous, yes. But you don’t feel preyed upon or anything of the sort. Frankly, you are trying not to get ahead of yourself about what the rest of the night might bring.

An impromptu jam session with his old bandmates has you feeling even more surreal. If someone had told you yesterday that you would get a private concert with Elvis Presley and his former band, you would have laughed at them. You find yourself unable to take your eyes off him and how he seems to get completely lost in the music, and you right along with him. His gritty baritone combined with the sensual way he tackles each song has warmth pooling in your belly. Despite the cranked-up air conditioning, you find yourself sweating and parched, especially in the moments he smiles in your direction.

You aren’t sure how much time passes, only that you feel the heady exhaustion of being up too long coupled with an uncharacteristic hungry adrenaline running through your veins. When the jam session ends, you are both disappointed and exhilarated for what might come next.

Don’t get your hopes up, you remind yourself. This night has been amazing no matter what happens next.

“Did you enjoy that, Moonlight?” he leans over and whispers in your ear. It tickles you and sends a shiver down your spine.

You nod. “Oh, yes.” It comes out more breathless than you’d like.

You feel him smile against your cheek. “Are you up for teaching me more of that sonata, honey?” he asks. It’s an innocent enough request but you can’t tell exactly what his motivations are, though for the first time in your life, you’re not sure it matters.

“Of course,” you say quietly, starting for the piano in the corner of the living space.

His warm hand catches yours, and you look back, surprised, as he shakes his head and pulls you in the opposite direction.

Your heart threatens to beat out of your ribcage as he leads you down the hall and into what you assume is his private suite. It’s not until he closes the door and you realize that you are utterly alone with him that you feel a glimmer of trepidation.

It must read on your face because he jumps in to reassure you. “Oh, honey, I just want to get to know you better, away from the rest of them. I’d never hurt you or make you do anything you didn’t want to do. Honestly, I don’t want the other guys ribbing me…they don’t go for the classical stuff,” he says quietly, looking away, and you think there might be a little pink rising on his cheeks.

His sincerity is palpable, and you certainly never expected him to be bashful about playing classical music. There’s a softness to him now, almost a shyness, that wasn’t present moments ago around all his entourage. It is like a yearning for one-on-one connection, and this part of him melts all your reservations and tugs at your heartstrings.

“Well, I do…go for the classical stuff, I mean,” you say quietly. You smile and squeeze his hand reassuringly as his deep blue eyes find yours again.

He looks giddy as he leads you to the second piano in the house, a baby grand in the far corner of the large suite. You sit down, opening the lid, and he slides in beside you. The heat of him rolls around you, the smell of his cologne and a day’s worth of sweat combining into an alluring combination that perks up your senses.

“Show me what you remember,” you say, and he starts to play, long, nimble fingers gliding gracefully over the keys. It amazes you that he committed everything you showed him earlier to memory so fast and so accurately. Something about it tightens a coil low in your belly. Unsure whether it’s your attraction to him physically or musically that has you so aroused, you swallow hard as he finishes abruptly.

You shake it off as best you can as you show him more of the movement, hoping the music might quell the buzzing in your veins. You go through it a few times, getting a little lost in the notes, as you tend to do. It only serves to stoke the fire in you when he picks up what you’ve shown him so quickly.

He finishes a phrase, and you move to show him the next, but his hand suddenly covers yours. Surprised, you look over at him to find his oceanic eyes searching your face so intimately that warmth blooms across your chest and your breath catches in the silence.

Slowly, Elvis leans over, cups your cheek gently, and kisses you. It’s almost chaste the way his incredibly soft lips press into yours and your surprise is so great that by the time you register what is happening, he is already pulling away.

His eyes open slowly, those lashes fluttering along with the fluttering in your heart and belly. Shock has you outwardly frozen but it’s as if he lit every one of your nerve endings on fire with the touch of his lips.

He must register your surprise as hesitance because his gaze changes to something akin to apologetic.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare ya. I shouldn’t’ve—”

Before he can get the rest of that sentence out, your body miraculously obeys you and you unfreeze. Boldly cupping his jaw with both hands, you pull him back to you and plant your lips on his.

It surprises both of you, and it’s a second before either of you relaxes into the kiss. This permission is all it takes, however, and then his mouth is languidly searching yours and his arms are wrapping around you to pull you close. Soft, short kisses alternate with longer more passionate ones, and you feel utterly spellbound by him, every inch of your body aware and alert to his.

Never in your life have you been kissed so well or so thoroughly. It’s as if the music in his soul must find a physical outlet, and the way he explores and opens you up to him is like him playing a new instrument. When his tongue rolls softly against your lower lip, you can’t suppress the low moan that comes out of you, causing you to open your mouth. He accepts the invitation readily, expertly, and the wet plushness of his tongue slowly begins exploring.

The warmth that sparkles and blooms across your chest travels lower still, sparking fires as it goes, until you feel your pulse throbbing between your legs. It’s nearly unbearable the way he stokes you without hardly trying. You’ve never felt so aroused so quickly or so completely.

Your eagerness is impossible to contain, your fingers buried in that luxuriously soft hair at the base of his neck, your body rolling towards his of its own accord, as if magnetized. You follow his rhythm, meeting his music with your own.

When he pulls back to trail kisses down your jaw, you are left breathless and clutching the lapels of his half-unbuttoned shirt. The nuzzle of his nose on your cheek as he finds and licks the tender spot behind your ear leaves you gasping. Pleased, he does it again and your entire body shudders.

Every inch of you yearns to be consumed by him. It’s never felt like this, not with any man you’ve been with. Those were fumbling amateurs playing one handed melodies in comparison to the symphony Elvis is invoking. While he is leading and in control, you sense as much eagerness from him as there is in you. It’s reassuring and flattering all at once.

There is an embarrassing amount of slick between your legs already, soaking the cotton of your panties and leaving you clenching your thighs together in search of friction. He must notice this as he kisses down your throat and across your décolletage because then he’s looking up at you for permission with those pink, swollen lips and dreamy bedroom eyes.

It’s unspoken, but you nod and he continues his sweet journey, one hand deftly unzipping the back of your dress while his lips follow gravity as it slips down your arms and reveals your chest. Pushing the fabric off and to your waist, his hand is then hot against your bare stomach. He hums in approval when his mouth finds the swell of your breasts that spill from your simple, beige bra.

A low whine escapes you. His apt response is to thumb your nipple to attention through the thin satin before lapping at the bud with his tongue. The result is a jolt of electricity shooting straight into your core, sending you clutching his neck and writhing against him. Expertly, he undoes the clasp in the back and abandons your bra to the floor in what must be a well-practiced motion based on the speed of it.

Goosebumps rise across your now fully exposed flesh, both from the cool air in the room and the way his fingers brush so lightly over your breasts. He seems pleased with the way your nipples stand at attention under his heated gaze. You don’t have the wherewithal to feel your usual self-consciousness; instead, the sight of his pupils blown black with arousal has you shivering with nothing but anticipation.

The combination of the way his tongue darts between his lips as he lightly pinches the hardened buds has you begging for more. “Please,” you moan and that’s all it takes before he’s lathing his tongue over and around the sensitive nubs, palming the fullness of your breasts. You can hardly stand it, how everything he does makes your body sing and want to scream his praises.

A quizzical look crosses your features though when he stops his ministrations and slides to his knees on the carpet on his side of the bench. For a second you are worried something you’ve done something to hurt or displease him, but when he beckons you towards him at the end of the bench with such arousal in his eyes it nearly knocks you over, you obey without a thought.

Elvis scoots you forward and kisses your belly, sending a new wave of tingles over you. He removes one of your low-heeled pumps and then the other, ghosting kisses along your ankles before running his large hands up the smoothness of your pantyhose, pushing your dress up with them. As if under a spell, you can’t help the way your legs fall open for him when his thumbs drag up the insides of your thighs. The little coy smirk that graces that beautiful face when he feels the damp that has soaked through to the gusset of your hose has your cheeks flushing and your lips parting.

You can’t bring yourself to be too embarrassed at how wet you are because the pleased look on his face at the discovery makes you feel like you’ve won the lottery. He pulls on the waistband, forcing you to lift your hips, before gently rolling the hose down your legs until they are off and discarded on the floor.

What you don’t expect is how he begins peppering soft kisses up your now bare calves, at the inside of your knees, and then up your inner thighs.

A swell of panic hits the farther up he goes, and you jerk up, unsure of what exactly he’s meaning to do. The men you’d been with in the past had been rather direct about the whole thing—once the clothes were off, they buried their pecker inside you and thrust above you, all with varying levels of success in getting you off as they did so.

But not a single one had kissed up your thighs and spread them open with a hungry and expectant look like the one Elvis had now.

Looking down at him, confused, you ask, “What are you doing?” in a voice that is a little too apprehensive for your liking, but you need to know.

He cocks his head at you a moment, as if trying to determine your level of seriousness. Then his eyes shine with understanding and in that low, Southern drawl of his says the downright naughtiest thing you’ve ever had a man say to you: “You ain’t never had a man take good care of your kitty before, have ya? Give her all the love and attention she deserves?” He runs a fingertip lightly over the wet cotton at your center and you shiver.

He can’t possibly mean what you think he means.

You must be gaping because he rises on his knees and catches your lips with his own before breathing, “Close that pretty mouth baby or you’re liable to catch flies up in there.”

You are speechless, unable to form words, but the question is written all over your face.

He leans back on his knees with a contemplative smile. “That sweet little kitty of yours ain’t never been eaten, has she, baby?”

Oh my god.

It’s all you can do to bite back a moan and shake your head at him.

He looks positively gleeful about this development, his shining eyes taking on a whole new level of arousal. Then he seems to notice your trepidation and reigns himself in.

“That okay with you, baby?” he asks.

You had never even considered it an option before, or that a man might like to do such a thing. Maybe he’s teasing you? Suddenly you feel very conscious of the mechanics of the act and breathlessly mumble, “You don’t…you’re sure?”

“Oh, I am.” The smile of anticipation on his face seems to echo the sentiment.

The enticing thought of that beautiful mouth of his being down there on you outweighs your uncertainty and prudishness. You nod your head. “O-Okay.”

You’ve never seen a man look so thrilled at the thought of being between your legs as Elvis Presley is. “Don’tcha worry, I’m gonna take real good care of ya,” he says comfortingly. “You just lie back and relax and let me make you feel good, honey.” Then he places a kiss just under the waistband of your panties and you let out a little sigh.

The piano bench feels slightly warm on you bare back as you lay down. Elvis, grabbing under your thighs, pulls you to the edge, and your heart resumes its pounding. You truly can’t believe any of this is about to happen and steel yourself for him to rip off your underwear and go to town.

But he doesn’t.

No, he takes his time warming you up, as if he’s trying to get you used to the idea. He kisses down one hip then trails down the panty line. You tense the closer he gets to your core but then he only ghosts a breath over it before jumping to the other leg and kisses up the crease on that side. The ticklish sensation is almost too much to bear as he works his way up to the waistband again.

You are panting by the time his mouth is grazing from your belly button downwards, pressing into the soft curls beneath the fabric. He stops just short of that forbidden little spot where your aching clit resides, and you push up on your elbows to shoot him a look.

A grin spreads over his features, his eyes narrowed like a crocodile’s and full of desire and he watches you intently as he finally places a light kiss over that sensitive little button.

The sensation is nothing like anything you’ve felt before and the whole scene has your body flaming white hot. You don’t recognize the low mewl that erupts from your lips and the only thing keeping you from throwing your head back is the way his eyes are locked on yours, as if feeding off your reaction. Then he uses his perfect nose to nuzzle into it before placing a firmer kiss there.

“Elvissss,” you whine, unable to keep from throwing your head back this time.

“You like that, baby? I barely even started,” he speaks, his hot breath puffing over the slicked core of your panties. He kisses down, down until over your entrance, where he then tongues the fabric, pressing it up and into you.

“Honey, you’ve done soaked right through,” he murmurs.

You’re not sure if he’s speaking to you or directly to your pussy. You’re not sure you care for the way you moan, the way your body shudders and writhes, suddenly starving for anything he’s willing to give.

“Lemme see how pretty she is,” he says, and God, if his filthy yet somehow sweet words aren’t stroking you in such a way that you wonder if you could come from his lilting voice alone. He pulls your underwear to the side, finally baring yourself to him, and he whistles.

“Just lovely, and all weepy for me, too,” he says, voice thick with lust now.

The anticipation has your heart racing and your fingers clawing at the wooden bench with a whimper.

“Okay, baby, I hear ya,” he murmurs kindly, then hooks his fingers in the sides of your panties and finally slides them down and off your legs. Then his hands are pushing them apart and his tongue is lightly skimming up your folds.

You gasp at the soft and silky feeling, unready even despite his preparations. When he circles your clit and then kisses it, bare this time, you are so aroused you’re afraid you might weep. But the teasing is done, and he tests you expertly. His tongue flattens and takes in the full breadth of you, licking a stripe up your pussy that sends your hips rolling.

He seems to gauge every reaction carefully, giving equal and alternating attention to every piece of you. Nipping, suckling, and kissing your swollen clit into submission and just when you think that heated coil in your belly might snap you in two, he moves down and kisses through your folds. When he laps at the arousal dripping from your tight little hole, tongues it, and then plunges it inside of you, you find yourself screaming out his name.

You can feel him smile and hum at your response, the vibrations adding entirely new sensations to the slew of new sensations you are feeling. He thumbs at your clit as he laps at your hole, and you think you might hyperventilate with how fast you’re breathing and how hot you feel.

So completely attuned to you, he pulls back and gives you a break, despite your whimpering protests. His full lips are swollen pink and slick down to his chin with you, and when his lip curls up into a knowing but almost bashful smile, you think this might be the eighth wonder of the world.

“You alright? I’m doin’ okay?” he asks, his left eyebrow quirking.

You giggle, almost drunkenly even though you’re entirely sober, because the question is so absurd but sweet of him. “Yes, yes, yes,” you say, words slurring.

“Okay, good,” he says, nodding. Then he rises on up on his knees and commands you forward with a come-hither motion so deft and quick, it has you drooling.

You are powerless to resist and push your dazed self to your elbows on the bench. He meets you halfway, kissing you deeply, lewdly letting you taste the tang of yourself on his lips. Distracted as you are by his wandering mouth, you aren’t ready for the way he slides two of those perfectly long musician’s fingers up through your silky folds and deep into your wet heat.

A shocked gasp quickly turns into a moan that he swallows with another kiss. He begins ever-so-slowly pumping those fingers into you and the rough pad of his thumb circles that sensitive bundle of nerves at the hood of your sex.

“Goddamn, you’re so perfect, so tight,” he breathes into your mouth.

You can’t stop the shiver that ripples through you. “I-It’s been a-awhile,” you pant. You can’t help but look down and watch the way he works you.

“Don’t you worry, baby. I gotchu,” he purrs, then curves his fingers just so and the pleasure that courses through you has you crying out.

Your brain is fuzzy, with only one thing on its mind. Luckily, Elvis seems to be reading it because he smiles that coy smile and returns those full lips of his to your clit.

For a moment you think you might die from the intensity of the sensations he’s procuring from you. Seems an awful lot like God gave him long fingers and a full mouth not only for music, you think. Though the way he’s playing you right now and the noises he’s coaxing out of you makes it seem like a whole different type of song he’s expert at.

The way he traces and flicks and suckles your clit, coupled with the obscene sounds coming from the way he’s fingering your pussy has you writhing on the bench and gripping his beautiful hair in your hands.

More, more, more, is the only thought left.

He hums against you with one last kiss and a wildly accurate thrust and curve of his fingers. The coil inside you explodes, then white-hot, full-body shudders violently overtake you as you silently scream and hold onto him for dear life as to not fly away into the stratosphere.

Your orgasm is utterly mind altering and earth shattering.

“Good job, lil’ girl,” Elvis coos, soothing you through the aftershocks with a lathing tongue.

You can’t think straight enough to respond, only whimpering from the empty feeling when he removes his fingers, then gasping again when he laps at the arousal pouring out of your core.

It’s all too much, and, overstimulated, you whine and clench and pull at him.

He sits up again, between your legs, looking mighty pleased with himself. “Come ‘ere, darlin’,” he says, pulling you up by your arms and sliding you onto his lap. Boneless and naked (save for the dress bunched in a ring around your waist), your legs fall open, easily straddling his hips. Your hands grip at his shirt and you bury your head into his neck, still dizzy with release.

He holds you steady. “Didja like that? Your kitty all happy and purrin’ now?” he whispers in your ear, sending a new set of shivers down your spine. All you can manage is a pleased hum and a nod. You kiss his neck, tasting salt on his tanned skin.

A soft moan escapes his lips at that. Suddenly, you become quite aware of the hardness in his slacks, pressing up near your swollen folds. The embers of your arousal have not died, and you kiss his neck again while slowly rolling your hips into his.

Groaning, he tightens his arms around you, holding you to him. You nip at the throbbing pulse point on his neck and are reminded just how talented and famous these hips of his are when he rolls them back into you in response. He’s rock hard, straining against his zipper, the tip of him bumping against your sensitive clit. You moan and find his rhythm, feeling the wetness between your thighs start to soak through the fabric of his slacks, creating a delicious friction.

Elvis pants heavily in your ear, murmuring curses and praises as he grinds into you. At this rate, you think he might come in his pants, which just won’t do. Not with the way your pussy is buzzing, and that coil is tightening again in your belly. No, you need him inside you. You need him to fill you.

You use what little returning strength you have and rise on your knees, away from his needy cock. The man actually pouts, his lower lip jutting out with a desperate little whine and it is so alluring you almost forget what you’re trying to do. You place a finger over his lips to quiet him, then set to the task of trying to undo his lavish belt and zipper.

Once he understands, he races to help, making much quicker work of the whole thing and finally his cock springs free. It’s quite long, and the deep pink tip peeking out of his silky foreskin is already shiny and weeping with precum. Of its own accord, your finger slides over his slit, circling the slick tip and spreading the wetness gathered there. He hisses. You bring your finger to your mouth, tasting the salty musk of him.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathes, his hand palming his length. He gives it a pointed tug, then another, his lips falling open as he watches you.

He’s gorgeous in every way and it’s almost intimidating the way he looks at you with such open and vulnerable lust. You can’t bring yourself hold back or tease any longer, needing desperately to give him all of you, to give him what he needs. Hovering over him, you help line him up, then slowly descend onto his cock.

You are plenty wet—he’s seen to that—but even still, the stretch of him burns. It’s been too long since a man has been inside you like this and he is much longer than you anticipated.

A quiet, “Oh, oh, oh,” is all you manage to puff out as you bob slightly up and down, taking a little bit more of him with each tiny pump. He presses gentle kisses everywhere he can reach and murmurs encouraging praises with each inch that you conquer.

By the time you settle on the hilt of him, snug in his lap, you’re both groaning. Your fingernails dig into his shoulders because you are so full of him you don’t know what to do. You’ve never been so gorged and the pressure is a little frightening.

“Snug as a bug in a rug,” he slurs happily, letting you adjust around him. “Little Elvis likes you lots and lots, baby. S’like you were made just for him.”

“Little Elvis? H-He’s not so little,” you say with wide eyes, then giggle a little, which causes you to gasp from the tightness below and how it makes you clench even harder around him.

He groans. “If ya keep doing that, he’s not gonna last very long, darlin’.”

You try to move, but in this position and after that orgasm, you feel weak and a little like he’s spearing you in two. You’re almost too full, and the angle is not quite right. You wiggle in his lap, your brow furrowed, as your arms grow tighter around his neck. A low whine escapes your throat.

He notices your distress. Petting your hair, he babytalks at you, which under other circumstances might be strange for a grown man, but it comes so naturally to him somehow it both comforts and arouses you, “Oh, shh, shh, baby, s’okay. He’s a widdle much for ya, ain’t he? Sometimes he gets too ‘cited and gets ahead of ‘imself. But he’s gonna take real good care of ya, I promise.”

And with that, he gingerly shifts sideways, leans forward, and lays you down on the plush carpet under the piano. The movement has him sliding partially out of you, giving you some relief from the bursting sensation, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. Your body relaxes.

He looks so gorgeous above you, with his raven hair falling in his eyes and a soft, bashful smile gracing his lips. You can’t help but smile back at him.

“That better?” he asks.

You nod.

Leaning down, he nuzzles your nose, then places soft kisses on your mouth. He coaxes you back to him, the heat building between you with each deepening kiss. So focused on the rolling of his tongue against yours, you don’t even realize he’s pressing deeper into you until he’s nestled almost completely, but much more comfortably between your legs.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth. The pressure still has you feeling full, but in a delicious, silky way this time as you finally relax around him. He rolls his hips smoothly, the strokes slow and deliberate, in time with the movement of his lips. Each stroke is better than the last as your increased arousal combined with his own slickens your inner walls.

“There she is,” he moans quietly into the crook of your neck.

That feeling is back, a chant of want, want, want running through your brain as the tension and fire in your belly begin to grow once more. When he bottoms out this time, your punctuated, “Ah!” is from pleasure and not discomfort. He’s managing to hit places inside you that you didn’t know existed.

You writhe under him, starting to meet his thrusts with your own, trying as you might to find that perfect spot he keeps slipping past. If only you had the right leverage…

It comes to you once you’ve hitched your legs up around his svelte waist. You lift your hips and plant your bare feet against the grainy wooden underside of the piano, meeting his next thrust with your leveraged one. It sends him deeper, driving into that little spot just perfectly. You keen.

“Oh, goddamn,” he moans along with you.

Each thrust seems deeper than the last with your legs pressing up like this. They shake from the exertion, but it’s worth every ounce of effort for the way you feel driven into the earth by his cock. Sweat drips off his face and onto yours as he showers your body with pleasure you didn’t know existed.

He thumbs your clit, timed perfectly with the piston of his hips, and you can barely breathe at the sensation. Gasping, your entire body shudders of its own accord as you hurtle towards another release.

“I…I…I…” is all you can seem to manage as your second climax starts to crest, and he grunts with effort above you, his eyes glassy with unbridled desire.

He mutters a string sweet filth that only fuels you forward, slurring and panting, “Oh, fuck, yes…such a good yittle kitty…good girl for me…look atchu taking ‘im so deep…never been s’deep…Jesus, I can see ‘im in your belly.”

You both look at the swell of your abdomen on the next thrust and this time he holds you flush against him so you can see the tip of Little Elvis bulge out the slightest bit. The moan you let out is obscene. Holding you at the waist, he doesn’t let your hips down, instead running the palm of his hand over the protrusion while he flicks your clit furiously. Then he presses down at the same time he thrusts as hard and as deep as possible.

Your climax hits so hard and so fast that it knocks the breath out of you, leaving you gasping his name, “Elvis, Elvis, Elvis!” Flaming white stars flash behind your eyelids as you flutter and clench around his length. Molten fire spreads from your core outward. You shudder and claw at him, at the bottom of the piano, at anything that will keep you tethered to reality while the rest of you shatters into a million pieces beneath him.

“Good girl, s’good fo’me,” he praises you through it, losing himself to you as you come apart.

You feel his hips start to stutter into you again because a primal need has him beyond the point of waiting any longer. Somehow, through shivering aftershocks, you have the wherewithal to force your eyes open, even as the rest of your body goes slack. He looks like Adonis in the throes of passion, his full and swollen lips falling open. In one fell swoop, he drops your hips and pulls his considerable length from you, his knowing hand pumping his slick-covered cock with expert precision.

Watching him come is a marvel and you make yourself commit this moment to memory, knowing it will fuel your arousal for years to come. He tenses above you, those sapphire eyes fluttering closed. Shivering tension ripples over him with a choked cry and through gritted teeth. Thick and warm white ropes erupt and splatter over your torso and you moan along with him. Then his eyes pop open pointedly as he watches himself cover you with his seed. The poignant, dramatic end of a brilliant symphony.

“F-fuck,” he pants, finishing off with another shiver. Exhausted, he catches himself just before crushing you with his weight, instead pressing his sweaty brow into yours. Your hot, heavy breaths mingle as you both try to come back down to Earth. He nuzzles his nose into yours before kissing your cheeks and your mouth.

Eventually, you find your words. “That was…incredible,” you say breathlessly, with no exaggeration.

He pulls back to look at you, with a goofy, pleased grin. “I told you I’d take care of you, Moonlight. And boy oh boy, was that a neat trick with the piano there…that part of your classical trainin’?” he says, blowing a lock of hair out of his eyes.

“Putting that college degree to good use,” you say with a giggle.

His eyes go wide and then he laughs—a musical, beautiful, contagious sound—which fills your heart up in a way you don’t quite understand.

He crawls back and helps you out from under the piano. Your back is rubbed raw from the carpet, which he kisses gently with apology, but you barely feel the sting. You are too dazed and relaxed to worry about much of anything.

When he helps clean you up and pulls you into his big bed, slotting you in next to him, you want to savor every minute. How he smells delicious and masculine, how the heat of his long body envelops your own—you want to remember everything.

Exhausted, you fall fast asleep, sated and cared for, knowing that you’ll never, ever be the same.

*

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Big Bunny

Playboy Bunny Reader x Elvis on the Playboy jet request

it might be 3:30am here, i may have work today at 9 and i may have to proof read over this again tomorrow but still, here, have a bunny themed fic - very apt for a slightly (at least for where i am) belated good friday gift (for those who celebrate and a spring themed passover/ramadan/weekend gift for everyone else) !!

I genuinely did not expect to end up doing nearly as much research for this as I did - and therefore there ended up being significantly more back story than I anticipated for what I had planned to be a short smutty one shot lol so… here’s a p ridiculous 9.8k fill xx 

pairing: jet bunny reader x 1973-4 elvis (yes we are going that specific this time) - early big daddy era.

summary: freshly hired shy new playboy bunny reader and elvis get up to some fun away from the other passengers on Hugh Hefner's private plane, the aptly named 'Big Bunny'.

warnings: 18+, 18+, penetrative sex (p in v), oral (v receiving), lil bit of fingering, gratuitous use of the term 'bunny' and all accompanying euphemisms, elvis (as always in my writing) refers to himself as daddy.

wc: 9.8k

You nervously adjust your scarf around your neck; it’s windy, and you’re worried about your hair—that its carefully styled easy look might be ruined by the breeze. You roll from one foot to the other in anticipation; you can already feel the leather of the new, tall boot starting to rub behind your knee, and you’re hopeful for the chance to switch it out for your regular heels on board. The other girls are quiet, and that’s how you can tell that they too are nervous or excited—anticipatory perhaps. Usually, they would be chattering away right now—at least, that’s your experience from the last few flights you’d worked. But for some reason, the knowledge of this special guest had made them all fall silent, worrying their scarves or hair, and checking one another’s lipsticks, even more so than when Hugh was on board. Perhaps it was, like the Bunny bible said, because there was the knowledge that you were all representatives of the brand, and that was even more true for someone who wasn’t the owner of the brand, or perhaps it was simply because it wasn’t just any boring old investor but Elvis Presley flying on board today.

You’re all too young to remember much of him in his early prime or his dizzying launch to success, but you know that every girl in this line-up had watched the ’68 special, probably at a similar formative age to you, and had an experience; it had been impossible not to. You had been on the cusp of being 16 and were utterly gobsmacked and captivated by the television set as you watched him gyrate in a full black leather suit. Your mind had gone blank, and you couldn’t have told anyone what your father had said about it—you honestly couldn’t hear him because you were so shocked and excited by what you were seeing. Suddenly, you understood. You’d all discussed the marvel of the possibilities of the use of the satellites for the Aloha show only a few months ago, and you knew you weren’t the only bunny in the group who still found him almost alarmingly attractive. The concept, therefore, of being loaned out to him with the plane made you more than a little nervous. Another fragment of your anxiety for this flight also revolved around your new uniform—you weren’t comfortable in it yet; a teeny leatherette dress that somehow seemed far more revealing than your corset had ever seemed. Perhaps because it felt less like a costume in some way, perhaps because it simply was so unlike anything you would wear in day-to-day life—the over-the-knee boots were uncomfortable still too. 

It’s unclear how you’d become so attached to the little corset costume when you were still so new to the plane and to this life as a whole. You’d been well-trained and ready to use your newfound, extensive bar knowledge while working as a table bunny in the club in LA. Although you had hoped that you might be spotted and bumped up to a more senior position in a little while—that one day you might be able to work your way up to the mansion or maybe even be handpicked to be a playmate—it all seemed so glamorous, and the attention was so exciting. You’d never dreamed you would, after only working a month, be handpicked as a jet bunny. It had been one of the most exciting moments of your life. Since then, you’ve not been flying for very long, although the training had been intense and your first flight had only been two weeks ago. And it had been a pretty slow start, with just Hugh and a couple of colleagues on board. They had their favourites, and while you had been chatted to and flirted with—treated well—you had also been mostly ignored.

Elvis, as far as you could tell, didn’t have favourites; he hadn’t requested anyone in particular from the thirty or so girls on regular rotation for the jet, and it made you relieved to think that you were on a mostly even keel with the other girls. You’d gossiped about it as you packed your bags onto the plane before you’d all ended up where you were now: standing in a row waiting for him to pull up, having been given word that he was mere minutes away. When you looked down at the other girls, you couldn’t help but wonder why, as one man with a small entourage for the flight, he really needed the bunny equivalent of five stewardesses. But, you think to yourself, at least he did because, as the most junior of the bunch, you definitely would have been the first to be bumped from the flight.

It’s only another few minutes until his long, sleek, white Cadillac pulls up in front, another car close behind, and his long legs are immediately sliding out of the car, almost before its even come to a complete stop. He seems eager to be away. He’s arguing with someone and barely acknowledges any of you as he starts to storm up the stairs towards the jet entrance—clearly familiar with the plane already. It becomes pretty clear pretty quickly that he wasn’t arguing with someone physically with him but was instead recounting what had been discussed on the phone in the car—you could hear him swearing as he went inside, 

"I fuckin’ asked her to come out here with me, and now she’s being all cold, just then she was sayin’ she don’t wanna see me -" You can’t hear anything more, and you look down the row before Darla in front shrugs her shoulders and starts greeting the other couple of men still coming out of the car, and in the car behind, there were around a dozen guys in total, no women other than you five, which wasn’t unusual on the jet but wasn't entirely expected either.

A moment later, Elvis is hurrying back down the stairs, panting slightly as he comes. He arrives back in front of you, the last in line, with a series of apologies.

"Lord, where are my manners? I’m so sorry, girls. Hello, nice to meet ya; well, aren’t you all pretty little things?" You blush, and he catches your eye, winking at you as he presses a kiss to your cheek. He smiles at the rest of them, and Darla launches into her ‘Welcome to Big Bunny’ spiel as she directs him back up the way he just came. Your mind is racing as you follow them all up the stairs, and you’re more than a little distracted as you close the door and conduct the safety checks. Does that mean something? That he singled you out?

You weren’t meant to be his main assistant; of course, the main focus for today was keeping him happy, but you’d been specifically told that your purpose was to make sure the other passengers felt that they were getting similar attention. You didn’t have the experience, as Darla had told you, to understand how to deal with men like him. Those that think they’re special or that just because you’re wearing a bunny outfit they have some sort of claim on you, that you’re all the same and your centrefold is owed to them. And also, she’d flippantly added, you were still very inexperienced, and first and foremost she had to consider the brand. Now as you watch her take his arm up the stairs, you think you might be understanding her motivations a little more; her hips swaying more than they usually would. But you can’t say you blame her or that her other observations were wrong. You were inexperienced, both in flying and with men. But, as you’re locking the door shut and heading around to fetch towels and drinks before the pilots engage the engine, you can feel his eyes on you, and you think, I know what that means. 

It’s a pretty long flight for a domestic flight—four or five hours, depending on the route the pilot takes—so you have plenty of time to get to know the passengers and ensure they’re all well taken care of. You’ve heard rumours from some of the other girls that this kind of flight can often go one of two ways: either the men are rowdy, raucous, and handsy, or they’re quiet, appreciative, but distant. You had assumed Elvis and his entourage would be the former, but from the way he quickly gets himself situated and settled in the forward compartment, you’re inclined to believe it will be the latter. You can’t help but notice he’s sequestered himself in the back; a couple of the men are with him, but the rest are a series of seats away. It seems like even the inner circle has an inner circle.

Before serving the drinks, you have a chance to look over at him. Trying to be inconspicuous, you’re surprised at how large he is. You’ve never realised how tall he really is, but he’d remained a few inches taller than you even in your heels, and while the plane is more spacious and furnished less compactly than the average, it still serves to make him seem bigger in contrast to the environment. He seems to take up more space than his body needs too, like his presence needs allowance; he looks incapable of staying on one seat, and the way he spreads his legs, his knees falling open, it’s like he doesn’t even realise he might be taking up more than his fair share of space. 

You don’t realise how long you’ve been standing there, peering behind a partition wall, pretty much directly at his spread thighs. Until you move your eyes up, tracking up his body past his famously large belt to his open collared shirt, through which you can see tiny wisps of chest hair peeking through. You assess how his shirt is lying on him, clinging but well-tailored, and his trousers too, tight around his thighs and well-fitted on his waist but equally well-tailored, looking comfortable and well-fitted. Your eyes continue to roam over him until they come to rest on his face, and you realise he’s been watching you look at him. He’s smirking at you, clearly used to the attention but perhaps still flattered that he inspires it, and winks through his lavender-coloured glasses. You immediately duck back, taking a moment to gather yourself from the embarrassment of being caught out, before heading back out with the first tray of drinks.

It wasn’t your place to be, but you couldn’t help but be pleased when he showed himself not to be the type to start demanding wildly complicated cocktails—in fact, rolling his eyes when one of the men, Red, perhaps his name was, asked for a mai tai—and at his clear desire to remain sober, simply requesting a Pepsi. You take a breath, plastering your customer service smile on, determined to ignore any embarrassment, and swing around with the tray. Praying you don’t trip or spill anything in front of him.

Thankfully, you make it around without consequence, your thorough club training coming into play and keeping you steady even when there’s a mild bump as the plane engines start to roar. He grins up at you when you hand him the drink, and you can’t help but return it, beaming at him, forgetting your practised coquettish expression. You have to head back, sit down for a moment while the pilots announce your takeoff, and try not to grimace, knowing that your face can be seen from the compartment, at the feeling of taking off. You’re fine in the air, but that whooshing feeling of the plane jetting forward and up, the moment where you can feel the balance of the wings against the air as the engine battles its way up, still sends a wave of anxiety over you. Maggie brushes her hand over yours where it lies on the little armrest between the steward seats, and you thankfully grasp it, taking deep breaths. Once the pilot has announced you are officially flying and will be for approximately four more hours, you’re pleased you can finally stand up again and relax somewhat.

You’re not really needed for much for a little while, so you bounce about, chatting and keeping them company, talking with some of the other girls as you help to serve more drinks and food, and setting up the games tables when asked. Elvis has demanded the theatre be set up, so you arrange that, praying that when you return to the room he’ll have picked one of the latest cinematic releases and not, as you feared, one of the many adult releases available. You’re not sure you could keep a straight face if you had to watch him watch Deep Throat; it would just be too much to bear.

So you’ve avoided the lounge by staying in the forward compartment and helping the men there. Before you were sent on a mission to see if there was any peanut butter on board, a special request had apparently been made, but whether it had been complied with was yet to be seen. When Michelle, one of the more senior girls, suddenly appeared beside you, grabbing your arm and speaking in a hurried, hushed tone, she told you that you really ought to change. You panic for a second that something was wrong with your dress, but she’s quick to assure you that it was nothing like that. But Elvis had taken her aside and mentioned that although he "love[s] your yittle skirts, like yer spies or somethin’," he was "missin’ them little bunny outfits" and had left that with her. He hadn’t specifically requested anyone should change, but she’d successfully read between the lines of the very obvious hint and was, therefore, suggesting that you, Daisy, and Maggie change into your bunny corsets. You’d all planned for this possibility, so it wasn’t entirely unexpected, but you were still slightly surprised. You’d not been given the impression that Elvis had been that bothered by the theme of the plane, of you, but rather was utilising the plane for the luxury and convenience of the travelling experience. But if he was requesting your bunny outfits, clearly he was more into it than you thought.

It’s not long after that you do as requested and emerge from the powder room in your little patented corset teddy, the black silk highlighting your complexion and the little collar and bow emphasising your neckline. You were slightly annoyed that despite your careful packing, your little cottontail puff had been flattened, and so you’d had to spend way too long fluffing it to bring it back to life. This also meant that you were the last to emerge, and there was no way you could deny noticing that Elvis himself was sitting back in the forward compartment, turned so that he was practically facing the powder room door, watching you exit with a satisfied smirk on his face. You try to ignore him, listening to the conversations happening around you and trying to anticipate everyone’s needs. In your absence, more substantial snacks have been served, and you can see the remnants of some sort of peanut butter sandwich situation dotted around the room, so clearly that had been found too. There’s now a discussion happening about whether you should turn on the lights in the disco room or wait a little while to eat first. Eventually, it’s decided a proper meal is imperative at some point in the flight, but that right now? They wanted music.

So you all move down the plane. You end up walking directly behind Elvis, and when the plane bumps up and down briefly in the tiniest spot of turbulence, you trip into his back. You right yourself with help from one of his arms, apologising, but you’re flustered. It’s only worse when he turns to you.

"No need to be sorry, doll; you can fall into my arms whenever you like." It was one thing to imagine how he felt, but to be able to remember the feel of him, even from behind, even from just a brief moment of contact, was a heady feeling. Especially when he felt just as you’d imagined he would—soft but firm and broad. So broad. Walking behind him like this also made you nervous for another reason: it made you feel as if your movement down towards the intimate bedroom quarters at the end might be signalling something. The cosiness of the rooms between -- the disco and the lounge, perhaps reflective of the internal struggle you’re facing; the disco the butterflies in your belly.

You know you won’t be able to prevent meeting his eye again. The thought worries you; you’ve been around attractive men before, of course, but never one that, just by looking at him once, has made you feel like you would risk giving up everything for a few hours of fun. Lose everything you have simply for the pleasure of touching him. Maybe this was what Darla was concerned about; you can see her glance over to you every now and again, checking in, and you can tell she’s a little bothered by something.

Once you’re in the disco, the girls and you are well-practised at setting it all up, making sure there are enough tracks ready to be played and that there was easy access to free-flowing drinks and bar snacks. You’re also all very used to essentially having to start the dancing yourselves, having to encourage the others to join in despite their enthusiasm in suggesting the disco. You hang back slightly, holding a tray, when Elvis lightly grasps your elbow. You jump, having not seen him come to your side, and look questioningly at him.

"Dance for me, baby?" You’re not a stripper or a go-go dancer or anything like that, but it’s not a request that’s unheard of in the clubs. And you enjoy it; you wouldn’t be in the job if you didn’t get a slight thrill from being looked at, watched, wanted. So it’s easy to agree, especially when you’ve always found it hard to ignore a man when he adds a pet name, and besides, you want to. So you do. Elvis sits himself down, and a few of the men join in, and you and Maggie and Daisy all dance around them. You prance and shimmy, and soon most of the passengers onboard are dancing around to the music that plays from the surround system.

The group cheered and laughed when Burning Love was played on the 8-track, and Elvis sang along, laughing and joking when he missed one of the high notes ("God almighty, that’s high"). You notice that after a while Elvis has disappeared back into the living area and looks like he might be close to nodding off; sat there with his head back. You suppose he must be tired—you don’t know what he was doing prior to the flight this afternoon, but you do know he was coming off of the back of a week straight of shows and heading towards another one. You again know it’s not your place, and yet you still can’t help feeling like you ought to check on him.

You head over, leaning over, and crouching in the way you’re told to, almost in a bunny dip. He blinks up at you when you touch his shoulder.

"Lord, you’re a vision." You’re taken aback and can’t do much more than crouch there, stuck in place. "Talk with me, honey?" He pats your arm, and you nod, standing upright again and looking for a place to perch. There’s nowhere for you to sit down, or perch, few seats as there were in this living area, attached to the disco, and with the other men and girls also collapsing around you, you awkwardly look around for a moment before Elvis’ hand comes out and wraps around your thigh, pulling you down onto his lap.

"Oh!"  You gasp, "Oh, I—I, uh, don’t think you’re meant to touch me, sir."

"Bunny, for the next three hours, I own you." He chuckles but removes his hands from your legs, although he makes no attempt to shift you from his lap, instead sitting further back, causing you to fall more securely onto his lap. You avoid what is sure to be judging looks from the other girls as they hand him drinks and chat with the other boys on board. You’re wrong about them watching you and judging you; of course, all the other girls are distracted, and even when they do glance over, it’s mostly to check that you, as the new girl, are still doing okay. Despite any jealousy they may be feeling about the attention he’s giving you, they still know how shocking and abrupt all of this can suddenly feel when you’re being confronted with men like him.

He’s surprised when you look shy, and you know the rumours abound—about how you’re all able to make extra cash—the private parties for the number one keyholders. But it’s not something you’re forced into just by virtue of being a bunny, and it’s not something you’ve been interested in finding out more about. Still, being perched on his firm lap, the seams of his suit rubbing against your silk tights, you can’t help but wish that you had asked more about it; found out if there were expectations. You wouldn’t want to let him down. You awkwardly sit there a moment before opening your mouth, 

“So, uh, what did you wanna talk about?” He smiles, 

“Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself honey.” So you do, giving him the basic information of your life, while he hmms and uh-huhs in all the right moments to show he’s listening to you. You’re starting to run out of steam and you’re about to ask him to tell you something when you’re distracted by him reaching to the side of you, jostling you a little. 

He lights a cigar, and you can feel the heat of the tip. You shift the tiniest bit; you don’t know why it’s getting you so hot. You’re suddenly grateful for the subtle but multiple layers you’re wearing. Thankful for the fact that you’ve never listened to the few girls who swear it makes more sense not to bother with panties; you’d never been convinced that it wasn’t asking for trouble—something was sure to slip or become exposed. But you also always wore a double layer of pantyhose. He grunts the tiniest bit as you bump back into his stomach, and when you pause for a moment, you can feel a dampness growing between your legs. Through all the layers, he can’t feel it, thank God, but he does murmur to you: "Lord, are you a hot little Bunny." He strokes the small of your back, and you somehow know he doesn’t just mean it in the attractive sense, but that he can feel your heat.

You wriggle back against him, thinking, - don’t waste your chance, girl; don’t do it; you may as well go for it. All of your sense of propriety is lost, and you’re suddenly completely ignorant of the happenings around you. You can feel where the rubber around the edge of the leg bands of the teddy is starting to roll, being unable to stay put on the slippery tights and causing it to fall further away from your thighs riding up. You know he can feel it too, as close as you are. And while you’re still theoretically clothed, you can feel his trouser leg better on your thigh after it rolled up; he said you were hot, but he’s burning, it feels like. You push back onto him, feeling his tummy nudge against you, and under your tail, what felt like a growing erection. You don’t know what’s come over you, where this sexual confidence, this determination, this lack of self-consciousness, has come from. You wonder if it could just be the adrenaline of being so close, but you still go with it, and you nudge your ass back to him, grinding a little.

"Don’t baby," he pushes you forward a little, with his one free hand, blowing smoke past the side of your face, and you giggle, putting on a faux deep voice.

"Don’t procrastinate; don’t articulate…" You can’t even get the words out of your mouth you’re giggling so hard, wiggling in his lap, and it sets him off too, shaking his head and murmuring against your ear.

"Lord save me, girlie, you’re trouble, ain’t ya?" He holds you still. You try, but you’re practically incoherent because you’re laughing so hard.

"If you're lookin' for..." But your laughter cuts off when he hooks a finger in the corset and strokes it down your inner thigh—somewhere that you would have slapped anyone else and whispers, 

"You came to the right place." You gasp, head going back, and his own tucking into your shoulder - he holds out the cigar, and, despite having barely lit it, rests it in the tray to the side of you so that he can use both hands to grip your waist. It’s ridiculously cheesy, and you don’t want to think about how many times and with how many girls he might have used similar lines, or how easy it must be for him.

"You want me, Bunny?" You still don’t know if you should be playing hard to get or if you should just give in to the inevitability of it all. "Can feel your little tail pressin’ into me - little puffy thing. Twitching ‘gainst me;" You wrinkle your nose cutely at his words, and he smiles into your neck: "Even a little twitchin’ bunny nose!" he presses a finger to it, and the strokes down to your lips. He rests it there for a second, "Do you wanna do this, bun?" You decide you may as well give in and nod—there's no point trying to play it cool when you’re sitting on his lap. You open your mouth, trying to catch his finger in your teeth as he fools around with you. He pulls you around, so one of your bent knees is now pressed against him and your other is resting on the seat, facing him. You shiver, loving how his sturdy hands manhandle you. You lean forward, as if to kiss him, when he stills you, 

"Baby, we’re surrounded." You glance up, confused expression on your face, and a question in your eyes: Why would it matter? They all know the score. He shakes his head. "It’s your job isn’t it? You can’t - we shouldn’t?" You shrug your shoulders, he’s technically right and mere minutes ago you’d been worried about it yourself, but... It’s also not completely true to say that you would be discouraged from doing this with him.

"Say doll, how’d’ya - how’d’ya feel about joinin’ me?" Your heart flips, you glance around, but it appears the other girls are either preoccupied or purposefully avoiding looking at you. Plausible deniability. You’re frozen, and he stands up, pushing off of his lap, and leaves without looking back at you, only stopping at the door to the bedroom to call back,

"You coming or what?" So sure that you’ll follow him in. You glance around, and only Darla catches your eye. You’re wide-eyed and panicked at being caught, but she looks at you for a moment before nodding slightly and winking as she turns away. Somehow, it untangles the ball of anxiety that you didn’t realise was holding you so tense. Seconds later, you stand up, clearing the empty glasses from the tables around you, when Michelle swoops in, taking them out of your hands and nudging you with her hip towards the bedroom. Right then. You follow where Elvis had gone only a minute or so ago, and you cross past the little faux wood door into the bedroom. You look around but find that he’s already in the bathroom—perhaps so certain that you would follow that he didn’t even need to check that you had come in.

You sit anxiously on the big, round, fur-covered bed as you wait for him to reappear. You cross your legs before immediately uncrossing them and standing up—wondering if it was too presumptuous to be sitting there waiting for him. A moment later, leaning against the wall, you change your mind, deciding to sit on the edge again. It really did make the most sense. And while you didn’t want to make it seem like you were assuming something, you doubted he’d invited you back here to play checkers. He comes out and watches you for a brief second before coming over to stand in front of you, mere inches apart, so you’re forced to crane your neck up to look at him.

You’re a little skittish, and he can tell by the way you tremble when his hand comes up to touch your shoulder; he leans forward as if to kiss you, and you pull back. He pauses. 

"What’s the matter, little Bunny? Why are’ya so twitchy now?" He doesn’t want to force himself, but he also can tell you want him, even before you willingly followed him here. He also knows that you must know the score—you can’t be that innocent in your role—and you must understand what he’s asking of you.

"I’m, I’m just -- it’s just a little surreal, you’re Elvis Presley. I don’t know how to, I've never been with anyone famous." He smiles, thankful that he hadn’t misread the situation — god forbid what the newspapers would have said about that if it had leaked: Elvis forces himself onto Playboy Bunny, BANNED from Hefner’s jet. It doesn’t bear thinking about. So he does the one thing he knows he can do well — can do so well that most women forget their worries and tilts your chin up to kiss you. He brackets your body with his thighs and cups your face in both hands. He’s masterful at it, knowing all the right moves,  just the right amount of tongue forced into you, mapping your mouth. His lips are so soft, and his little nibbling bites on your lower lip hurt just the right amount for you to be totally consumed by his actions. He nudges you to move further up when you break apart, and you shimmy up a little, your legs coming up so that only your ankles are not on the bed. He presses one knee between your legs, balancing so he can move forward enough to kiss your cheek, his own high cheekbones rubbing against your face, and whisper, 

"I’m just a man, hon, just like any other — don’t, don’t worry ‘bout it." He leans over and you’re forced onto your back, his hand catching you and lowering you down gently onto the fur coverlet. You lean up to kiss the exposed part of his neck, your nose nudging against his high collar. 

"I, uh, god, I haven’t been around that many men in general — not like this, so that doesn’t actually make me feel a whole lot better. " You respond quietly. He pauses where his hand had been starting to fiddle with the zipper on the back of your corset. Pulling himself up to look you in the eyes. 

"You, have - you have been with a man though? Right Doll?" You nod, frantically, you might be nervous but god don’t let him stop now. 

"Yes - yes, just, just only the one." He moans on top of you, clearly liking the answer. You feel the zipper come down, and your chest is finally allowed to expand properly again, free from the restrictive boning. You suddenly panic, holding the garment close to your chest as you force him back a little. He rolls sideways, onto his elbow, to watch you; 

"What’sthe matter baby?" He looks concerned as you force yourself up into a sitting position, 

"Uh, could you - could you just close your eyes or something while I take this off?" He frowns, 

"Well, sure, but… I don’t think you need to worry ‘bout modesty right now." You smile nervously back, trying for a blasé air — 

"No, no, I know it’s just — it would just make me feel better." He looks at you, clutching the corset teddy to your chest. He nods, starting to close his eyes and you let out a sigh of relief, immediately standing up and wriggling out of it. You’re bent over, folding the fabric over itself when he starts to talk, 

"I ain’t got a problem making you comfortable, babe, but if it’s about them little cottontails stuffed down your top I already know." You pause. Whirling around to see him peeking through his lashes at you. You forget to be shy, stood there topless, braless in nothing but your pantyhose and heels and you put your hands on your hips. 

"How on earth —“ He laughs at you, opening his eyes properly, 

"I’m not new to this game sweetheart." You can tell he’s teasing, but now he’s made you slightly worried that it's always been obvious thatyou weren’t quite as endowed as you were claiming, 

"How’d you tell though?" 

"You’re not the first girl meeting me with something stuffed down their shirt, darling, you just, sometimes you can just tell— I don’t know what you’d be stressin’ over though," He takes a moment to very obviously look you over, "they’re some pretty little tits." You’re pleased, but annoyed that he’s still decided to use the term little. 

"Well - isn’t that why! Little!" He laughs at your indignation, reaching a hand out to pull you back to him, but he can barely speak through his giggles.

"No, no, no I didn’t mean it like that." You frown, but his amusement is infectious and you find yourself also giggling - "See, see, there’s a good girl - no reason to be sore about it, much more than what you’ve got’sa waste anyway mama, you’ll see." 

He puts you back where he wanted you to start with - on your back, as leans over you. The feeling of him still being fully clothed against your chest, your near nakedness, makes you tremble - the soft silk of his shirt rubbing against your nipples. You can smell him, the slight musk of the day masked by cologne - perhaps reapplied in the bathroom a moment ago. His hair is looser than you expected it to be and it’s already starting to flop forward, it unnerves you slightly because it allows you to somehow forget who it is lying over you - the loss of that trademark making you forget that he’s practically a patented figure at this point. Until you catch sight of his blue eyes or his little curled lip and you’re reminded all over again. He strokes up from your waist to your neck and then back down, gentle fingertips dancing over your skin. He leans down to kiss you and your arm winds around his neck, pulling him closer. You’ve never felt a hunger like this. Desire like this before. You’re suddenly desperate to be closer, forgetting to play it cool you’re tugging at his shirt, 

"C’mon get this off!" He laughs at you again, but stands up, ignoring your request. You lie there on your back looking up at him as he assesses you. You can’t help but puff your chest out a little and curve your back. Then he bends to grasp your left ankle, slipping your heel off. You yelp at the unexpectedly quick motion but the relief is almost immediate. He grabs your other ankle to take the other heel off, flinging it against the wall of the plane. Then his hands are immediately going to your black tights, he tries to pull them from the ankle but quickly realises that’s getting him nowhere, unable to get a proper purchase on the slippy material. So he works his way up to the waistband, grasping it and tugging it down. His finger catches by your knee, the rough bitten edge of his nail snagging and you hear the tell-tale ripping sound of them laddering, He laughs as you groan, 

"Oh, no! Those were my last good pair; they cost me nearly seven dollars!" It only makes him laugh harder as he tears them off of you. 

"Tell you what, honey, I’ll make sure you have ten new pairs by the time we land." He throws them somewhere near the rest of your clothes and turns his attention back to your stomach, only to be surprised when he’s met with another pair of pantyhose — this time in a sheer nude. 

"Lordy! How many layers’is there?" You laugh at him, as he begins the process of rolling them down too — lifting your hips to allow them to come down easier than last time; it’s not that you don’t believe he would replace them, but just in case you’d prefer not to rip these too. 

"Not meant to be being touched am I, Mr Presley?" It’s like, as he exposes more of your skin, he can’t help himself from pausing — the tights stay rolled around your knees to allow him to kiss your thighs, or the patch of skin between your belly button and your panties. You lift your leg, allowing him to roll down the last of the hosiery. He rubs over the arch of your foot and you moan at the relief — you may be getting used to the heels now but it didn’t mean that your feet didn’t still ache as soon as they came off. He gives the same attention to the other foot, rubbing firmly, before physically pushing you up the bed. 

"Oh darling, call me Elvis." He strokes up your calves, before he stops again at your feet, "God, has anyone ever told you you’ve got real pretty sooties, Lordy these little toes are gorgeous." You wiggle them at him, you’ve never given much thought to your feet other than deciding what colour to paint your nails. He pulls your foot towards him, lifting your leg up. He kisses along the ball of it, before taking your big toe into his mouth. 

You had never, ever, been turned on by the thought of someone playing, or sucking your feet, but suddenly it’s like electricity zapping up your legs to your tummy and core — you can feel yourself growing damp just from his gentle tongue lapping around your toes and you can’t help little moans falling from your mouth. You’re normally ticklish but this time the sensation forms little jolts through your tummy, making it flip slightly, and butterflies form. He lets go with a little pop, his lips forming the perfect round little ‘O’ of suction and the warm wet heat is suddenly released, causing the air to feel colder and your feet more sensitive than ever before. When you look at him standing there, holding your ankle, caressing your calve you have a sudden flash of what it must be like to be a man — and suddenly you think you can understand why men love being sucked so much. The sight of him, his lips red, your toes wet, is overwhelmingly erotic. 

He keeps going - right up your foot, before he holds your leg up, kissing up it before he put his knees on the bed again, lowering your limb to allow him to kneel over you. He places little kisses up your thighs, and you can feel his chin rubbing against your stomach as he kisses his way up there, he uses one elbow to lean on, keeping himself somewhat horizontal, but his other hand is following his lips. 

"Time to prove it to you, little bun-bun." He whispers against your sternum, before turning his head, licking a line across your breast and capturing your nipple in his mouth. His hand reaches to squeeze your other, pinching the nipple until it hardens into a little nub. He pulls off of where he’s been sucking and blows onto you. The cool air over your wet nipple sends a jolt straight to your pussy — it’s clearly an education for you tonight since you’d also never before known how sensitive your chest really was. He laps at the other side, giving it a similar treatment, palming the breast around it. While you gasp and wiggle underneath him you can feel his length straining in his trousers, and the slight feel of his lowly buttoned shirt, allowing you to feel a slither of the hairs on his chest and tummy is enough to send your arousal into overdrive. You start tugging at his top and trying to feel around his waist to undo one of the belts that had become synonymous with his image, far more insistently than before. Demanding he takes it off, even as the words fail to make it out of your mouth alongside the moans and gasps caused by his ministrations. He pulls back, planting one last kiss on the side of your chest and laughs at you when you beg. 

"Please, gotta see you, wanna see all of you - please Elvis, dreamed about this, gotta see it." But still, he complies with your request, sitting himself up to strip off his shirt; unbuttoning the last few buttons and then standing to kick off his trousers, pulling off his belt. You stare at him. Incapable of doing anything else. He’s carrying more weight than before, especially around his middle, although he’s still clearly a man of generally slim build, padded tummy over muscle. But regardless of his weight, or maybe because of it, he’s still beautiful. You reach for him when he lies back down, stroking the hair on his head - the hair that ensures you recognise that this is no longer the slicked-back hair of his Hollywood days and that he’s no longer a boy in anyway but a man and you need only look at his chest to remind you of that. The few sparse hairs that used to be there have been joined by a collection covering his chest and stomach in a soft carpet. 

His hands move back down the sides of your body and he whispers to you, "Lift up baby," as you would while trying to undress a child to pull your panties down and off of you — throwing them god-knows-where also. You wriggle, nervous and self-conscious as he stares at you. He’s flushed pink down his face and chest, and he looks you over, assessing. He nods, clearly satisfied and smiles when you breathe a sigh of relief. You bring a hand down, and he follows with his own, going to stroke you. 

"God Bunny, you’re dripping." And it’s true, your inner thighs were already sticky with your own slick and you’re genuinely not sure you’ve ever felt this wet without having even touched yourself. He brushes over you lightly, circling your clit, before going to press a single finger into you. Your own hand rests on top of his, ostensibly as if you were guiding him, but really being dragged by him. You let out a moan as he pulls your hand down to join his, directing and tugging your finger to join his, pulling them both out and pushing them back in together as if your two hands made one. It feels wild, it’s so out there, your soft hand intertwined with his rougher fingers pressed against one another as they delve into your most intimate place. 

You’re not unused to the sensation in general but his singular finger alone was similar to two of your own and so you can feel a slight burn at your entrance, a barely-there sting that cuts through the pleasure. Like a pinch of salt atop a cookie, it only enhances the flavour — the feel andyourhips circle around as his thumb finds its way up to rub at your clit.

"Gotta make sure you’re nice and loose for me huh baby, just like a new set’a wheels gotta grease you up." You moan at his words, the objectification for some reason really doing something for you. He uses his other fingers to stroke gently at you and the tickling sensation is almost enough to tip you over the edge. He seems to hold you there for a miraculously long time, and you realise you probably ought to be trying to return the favour so you reach down to tug at his hard cock. It’s a different feel than what you were used to, you’d never been around an uncut penis before, and you didn’t really know what to do with it other than pretend that it was exactly the same as the two others you’d touched. He winces slightly when you roll your palm over before his foreskin has retracted back causing you to roll the skin around, pinching him as you try. He bats your hand out of the way, pumping himself. You take note and recreate his actions as best you can, and you know you’ve hit the sweet spot when his own hips jerk and his hand tightens around your wrist. He pulls his fingers out from you, dragging your hand back with him and flings your arm away, before going back down with three fingers, he prods them at your entrance, testing the boundary before slowly sinking them in. You whine at him, panting, 

"Please, god, Elvis, you gotta, I’m ready for you, I swear I’m ready for you," he pulls his fingers out, and pushes your hand away from his cock, rolling you firmly onto your back and kneeling himself up again. 

"Ok, Ok, Bunny, ok, I hear ya, I can feel you’re ready for me, just, just didn’t wanna hurt you, just wanna make you feel good little Bunny." He pulls your hips towards him and lines himself up. 

He thrusts into you, pulling you onto him and you whine as you feel his sticky head stretching you open. Despite your claims of being ready for him it has been a while. His stomach is resting on yours, his tummy pressing down on you. It’s almost like he’s smothering you, he’s entirely enveloping you. His hands are holding your waist, bracketing you to him. If it were anyone else you think you might find it claustrophobic, so close together that your breath is mingling, you can see his pores, feel his belly button. But for some reason it just makes you want even more of him, getting as close as humanely possible, desperate for however much you can get. His taste, his smell, his everything. 

"Oh god," as he pushes in further, devastatingly slowly, "Tight as a fucking virgin aren’t ya… you sure you haven’t still got your cherry? Sure I’m not about to - ah - pop it ‘gain?" You moan, trying to relax your breathing from its quickened state as you adjust to him inside you. He moves one of his hands to touch you, feeling where you’re spread open and up to press your clit, and you buck up involuntarily at the contact, forcing a few more inches of him in. He groans at the unexpected tight pressure and heat. You clutch at his shoulders as he responds with his thumb speeding up on you. He drives into you, and you clench down as you start to feel his fingers doing their job, along with his cock jabbing against your internal walls. You don’t recognise the noises coming out of your mouth, they’re not the practised noises that you might expect from a woman of your occupation, but the very real moans and groans from a woman surprised at how this could feel.

He’s breathing heavily, and you can see the sweat starting to form, but he keeps the pace — clearly, his near-constant performances have maintained his stamina. A bead of it starts to form on his brow and you watch it drip, slowly, down his cheek towards the little patch of sideburns. You suddenly yearn to taste it, it’s sure to be salty, and maybe a little sweet, but his musky smell is already filling your nostrils and you can’t help but want to lick it. You try to distract yourself, don’t want to embarrass yourself like that, how unbecoming that would be. You try to look at a point beyond his shoulders, but you fail when you feel his hot, large, heavy, hand on you - cupping your cheek and drawing your eyes back to his face. 

"Where ya going little Bunny?" He huffs, "Stay with me." He’s pleading with you and it immediately catches your attention. You nod, frantically, as his hips rock back and forth into you. He grips your waist and hips tight and leans closer, pausing in his rutting to press into you, deep, and catching your mouth with his. When he pulls off of you, he goes to kiss the side of your face, curving over himself to kiss your neck and you can see another drip of swear forming. It’s too much to take and you reach with your hands, both of them cupping his head, pulling him back up to your eye level from your shoulder. He looks up slightly confused at why you’ve stopped him but his eyes quickly roll closed as you lean forward, 

"Wanna taste you, let me taste you daddy." He nods, and you hold his head in place, kissing the side of his mouth, before licking his cheek, little kitten licks before a broader stripe up to his temples, where the sweat is forming. You were right; it’s sweet and salty, manly. His hips stutter a little and you can feel him twitch inside you, your own walls fluttering and clenching a little in response to his feel and taste. He pulls back a few inches, about to thrust back into you but you put a hand on his chest. He frowns down at you, disappointed that you were blocking his movements. 

"Let me, let me — can I, wanna ride you." His eyes roll back and his bitten, pouty, lips fall open in pleasure as he doesn’t say anything but starts to remove himself from you. When his cock pops out, bobbing between you he rubs it against your folds, cockhead bumping your clit. You grind against him, before moaning at the loss as he sits himself at the head of the bed, sliding down to be in a semi-reclining position. 

"C’mon then doll, have at it." He gestures with both hands at his crotch. "Hippity hop little Bun." You grin, you don’t normally love the bunny jokes and comments — you’re not ashamed of your job and in fact, you’re normally quite proud of your career, but you do like to keep it separate from your private life; it’s still your work, and you’re more than just a playboy bunny. But coming from him? If Elvis wants to call you Bunny, he can call you a bunny — hell you’d hop about the room, eating a carrot, until he was satisfied if he asked. 

You sink down onto him, your slick and his precum have lubricated your entrance enough by now to make it far easier than his first push into you, although your mouth still falls open at the feel of the stretch. You moan at the feel of the different angles, hitting different parts of your walls as you bottom out before rising back up, only to rock yourself back down again. You try to pay attention to his face, work out what feels the best for him but honestly you’re too distracted trying to get the angle right for yourself. He seems content, though, to let you do the work, offering you a near-constant stream of praise; 

"Uh-huh that’s it, good girl, good fucking girl.” You circle your hips in response, grinding down and he’s moaning at you, telling you that you’re "treating’ me so nice, oh god, oh yes." You bounce on him until your thighs are shaking and you’re so close, but you just need a little more something. You’re about to say so, and you’re reaching down one of your hands that had been on his shoulders to touch yourself when he says, 

"It alright bunny if Daddy takes over again now?" You feel yourself clench, his slightly condescending tone for some reason heightening your arousal even further, and you nod rapidly. He lifts you off of him, his forearms flexing, and manhandles you into turning around - pushing you down onto all fours. Your arms are a little shaky and you lean down onto your elbows to compensate.  

"Arch your back baby, that’s it." You comply with his request, feeling a little like a whore and how strange it was to feel, as fucked open as you were, the air running past your pussy. He grips your hips and lines up again, one hand staying around your hipbone while the other strayed around to hold you close to him, palm splayed across your lower stomach as he pushes into you again. 

He slides in, the stretch lessening each time — you can still feel him, of course, but it’s less of a burning sensation and more of a gentle pull now. He’s constantly talking — praising you, telling you you’re "so goddamn fucking pretty" that "you were born to take this," and that you were "such a good girl." You’re not used to the noises he pulls from you, and you probably should be more concerned about how thin the walls are - he reminds you a few times that you "gotta be quieter baby, gotta quiet down, be a quiet little Bunny for me", but when his balls are slapping against you, his tummy knocking into you, and his cock is stretching your hole you lose the ability to stay quiet. 

A stream of swears and words of approval coming from your own mouth, "C’mon, please Daddy, please, that’s it, that’s it, give it to me Daddy." 

He reaches around, stroking you and rolling his fingers over the little silky soft patch between his cock and your clit, feeling around where you’re joined. It’s filthy - and unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, and when he reaches down with a hand - rubbing his fingers over you just so you’re reminded that you’re not the second person he’s ever fucked. He seems to know all the right moves to get you where he wants you, your head turned against the bed, gasping. You’re knocked momentarily silent when he pulls out, rubbing his cock up and down your folds, jabbing it against your clit before he presses a hand agaisnt your back, forcing your ass up higher and presses back inside you. This time he’s aiming, going deeper than his shallower thrusts before, and he knows he’s aimed true when you wail as he hits the bumpy little spot inside you. He breathes a laugh like your reaction is amusing to him — perhaps because of the sheer shock in your tone and he continues at the same pace. Hitting that same spot and focusing his fingers once again on your clit. 

He circles his middle finger and thumb around, moving closer and closer before eventually, finally, brushing directly over it. It’s enough to make you cry out, thrashing around a little, legs jerking, as you come — your hole clenching around him causing him to groan in time with you. Your body goes slack against him, as he continues to pummel into you, although he does slow down, letting you ride the waves of your orgasm back down. He shifts slightly, pulling you up, and holding you by his grip on your waist and pussy as he kisses the sweat on your collarbone. Before abruptly shoving you back down onto the bed. Your face rubs against the fur as your arms give way, and you grab fistfuls to hold onto as he grips your hips, so tight you’re bound to bruise,  and starts to pound away at you. You’re oversensitive and his rapid pace is a little uncomfortable, but as he starts to swear, and you can feel him drawing near he reaches down with his left hand, and nudges your folds open again. He rubs your clit at a pace that would normally have made you shove the guy off of you, so little attention given elsewhere, but that matches his own hips perfectly and is apparently just the right amount of abrasion to send you careening to the edge again. You convulse on his cock at almost the exact same moment you can feel him rapidly pulling out, to shoot his own cum across your ass and back. 

"Now you got your own little white tail Bunny." He doesn’t let you rest. As soon as he’s stopped spurting he’s pushing you over, rolling you onto your back and diving between your legs. He tongues your sloppy, open, hole and he licks his way up and down your folds, before tongue-fucking into you. His fingers coming up to replace his tongue, scissoring into you, so that he can lick up to your clit, sucking on that little nub and sending your oversensitive self straight through to a third orgasm. You scream, unable to remain quiet any longer, clutching at his hair and holding him tight to you as you writhe against his mouth. He licks you out like a man possessed, like he’s been told it’s essential for the good of humanity, and you’ve never had someone do this to you before; you had no idea this was how this felt, but to have someone so dedicated to the task was a feeling almost as heady as the orgasm itself.

He flops back, resting his head back onto your inner thigh, and you pat gently at his head, still breathless and unable to speak as you blink away black spots in your vision. He’s breathing heavily and you can feel his sweaty forehead on your fingertips. You can’t believe it’s his soft, sweaty hair in your hands. God, you wished this plane would never land. He sits up, and looks down at you, patting at your pussy lightly, as you would a pet, affectionately. You look over at your clothes, wondering if you’ll even be able to contain your puffy folds in the tiny gusset of the corset teddy when he distracts you by leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead.

"If it’s alright with you, darling, I think I might request you on my crew every time I fly."

[stillness-in-green]

On Heteromorphs and Heteromorphobia (Arc XV - My Villain Academia)

(Skewing away from the wiki arc titles here, because come the eff on; everyone on god's green earth calls this My Villain Academia, not "The Meta Liberation Army Arc.")

At the request of a kind asker, I'm trying something different with footnotes this time; you'll find them at the end of the relevant bullet point, rather than at the bottom of the post. I've also flagged the numbers in purple, though I left the text itself the default color. I hope people find that a little easier to handle than having to scroll all the way to the bottom, have two tabs open, or wait until the end when they've forgotten the context.

Content Warning: Mentions of the KKK, as well as anti-Korean hate crimes/speech in Japan.

The My Villain Academia Arc (Chapters 218-240)

Chapter 218: 

Tsuyu’s weakness to cold is noted in-canon, rather than in a volume extra profile.   

All of the people featured specifically in the Detnerat commercial are heteromorphs—a four-armed woman, a walrus gent, and a little gelatinous boy.  Re-Destro pontificates about how people with these “newer types of bodies” struggled in the new era because they couldn’t find products that would meet their daily needs; mass production was not equipped—could never really be equipped—to handle the endless variety of body shapes and sizes that came about due to the Advent of the Extraordinary.  It recollects the mall scene back in Chapter 68—or, even further back, Ojiro’s character sheet and UA’s lack of varied desks—and calls the reader to consider, once again, the sorts of special needs that those with heteromorphic bodies might have, and how difficult it can be to meet those needs.    RD says that his company’s ability to rapidly customize and produce unique goods for every customer has made them #1 in their industry (lifestyle goods).  Assuming there’s at least some truth to the commercial shpiel—and the newscaster does at least call Detnerat “a big player”—it suggests that plenty of other companies are not so good at the rapid+customizable combination.  Of course, not all companies are trying to be all things to all people, but specialization costs money—as do speed and customization, really, and note that nowhere in the commercial is there a talking point about affordability!  So mainly what the commercial leaves me wondering is what degree of inconvenience is still felt by heteromorphs, especially those who are somewhat cash-strapped.    That strikes me as a particular hazard when it comes to child bullying.  Of course, Japanese schools have uniforms, but I wonder how available tailoring and alterations are for students with particular needs?  Is there a provided budget for that sort of thing?  Financial aid?  How much did Ojiro’s parents have to pay for him to have a full set of uniform pants with a hole for his tail in them?  How about Shouji getting all his uniform tops made sleeveless?  What arrangements had to be made for Shouto’s gym uniform to be fire retardant?    Even setting uniforms aside, there are also their social lives outside of school to consider.  Kids will absolutely notice when one of their number wears the same clothes all the time, or home-made clothes instead of name brand, or with obvious patchwork and repair.  As in real life, it’s at the intersections of more than one type of disadvantage—in this case, a heteromorphic body combined with a low-income family—that problems become more likely.

Here in 218, almost fifty chapters after the first mention of them, we finally get the proper introduction and explanation of the Meta Liberation Army.  Of course, they aren’t heteromorph-specific—the closest any of the named commander-types in RD’s inner circle get is Curious, with her bright blue skin and black sclera,[1] though certainly Re-Destro himself has drifted somewhat away from baseline compared to his ancestor.  Regardless, their foundational belief is the deregulation of quirks, stemming from a time when any deviation from the norm made meta-humans targets.  The compromise society reached—that quirks require a license to use—is restricting enough on those whose abilities are found with a baseline body, but, as I’ve brought up before, it makes life even more potentially fraught for heteromorphs.  That kind of thing is basically a pre-written excuse for heroes or police to stop and harass a heteromorph they don’t like the look of!  And while the evidence of that kind of bias has been pretty circumstantial thus far, it’s about to get way, way less so.    [1] Wacky hair colors being somewhat de rigueur in anime, we’ll give her a pass on the purple hair.

   Chapter 220: 

Here we finally hit the major leagues: the Creature Rejection Clan, or CRC.  The Japanese is igyou haiseki shugi shuudan, with igyou and shuudan being pretty straightforward—igyou is, of course, “heteromorph,” and shuudan is any sort of organized or self-identifying group of people, anything from a family unit to a business organization, even all the way up to a nation.  Haiseki shugi is the important bit, with shugi meaning “doctrine; principle” and haiseki meaning “rejection; expulsion; boycott; ostracism.”  Thus, “group whose doctrine is the rejection of heteromorphs.”[2]    Note that, in the Japanese, the word in the group’s name is heteromorph; they didn’t pick something more insulting or derogatory.  They didn’t really need to, since igyou is, as discussed back in the introduction to this piece, plenty derogatory all on its own.  So Caleb Cook went with a translation of igyou that would better get that derisiveness-in-the-context-of-a-hate-group across than his choice way back in Chapter 14.  Creature Rejection Clan is a fairly localized translation, but Cook was pretty frank in his Twitter thread on the chapter that he was thinking about the KKK when he made the decision.    And it’s not an unwarranted comparison!  Of course, I wouldn’t think to presume Horikoshi’s that up on the history of racism in the U.S., but combine the cod-religious trappings and the full robes and hoods with an explicit textual description of hate crimes, and it’s an extremely easy parallel to draw. [2] The Japanese also gives the abbreviation of CRC, with the databook eventually coming out and revealing that it really stands for the name they’ve chosen for themselves in English, the Curious Rejection Committee.

That established, it’s notable that Spinner, in describing them, says that they commit hate crimes against “people with heteromorphic quirks”—a nearly word-for-word translation of the Japanese igyou-gata no ningen.  This leaves aside the idea I’ve spent so much time talking about, that heteromorph discrimination is aimed broadly at those with heteromorphic bodies, and not only those with the more narrowly defined heteromorphic quirks.  Shortly, however, I’ll cover some evidence that Spinner is over-generalizing, or just misinformed.

In the meantime, take note of a few things the CRC guys[3] actually say here, starting with the fact that they call Spinner a lizard. Instantly, a word that was previously a snippy and dismissive little shrug in Dabi’s mouth takes on the weight and ugliness of a slur.    Further, they call the League of Villains “sins against nature”—or, in a more literal translation, “impure criminals.”  I provide the more literal translation there because it’s more specific.  My immediate question of the English translation would be whether the CRC judge the League as being sins against nature simply because of their criminality, or because of their association with Spinner, but the Japanese makes clear that there are two separate labels being flung there: the League are both criminals and impure.    This idea of impurity brings in a religious dimension to heteromorphobia, a dimension heightened by the line (dropped by the English translation) in which the CRC accuses the League of invading a sanctuary—in Shinto, shrines have to be kept pure.  The CRC calling their hideout a sanctuary, with the added context of, “They have a lizard with them.  How disgusting,” thus makes it pretty clear that the impurity is about Spinner’s presence, not just the League’s assorted crimes.  This spiritualistic justification for bigotry will later be made even more explicit in Shouji’s flashbacks.    [3] With skull masks right there on their hoods!  A real, “Are we the baddies?” moment, but given some of the other things we get on them later, it's possible the skulls are meant to contrast what e.g. Spinner or Koda’s skulls might look like: baseline human versus animalistic or “misshapen.” Credit to @codenamesazanka for connecting the dots on that!

Spinner also gives us here the line that I covered back in the terminology section at the beginning:

We’ll go with the official version this time.

So here we have the observation that the word absolutely everyone uses, the word that, as far as we know, academically defines an entire category of quirks, is an unpleasant, even rude word.  But what is the alternative?  We’re never given one.  Indeed, Spinner doesn’t suggest one; he says that the nice thing to do is “avoid” the word instead.  In other words, talk around it.  See again what I said at the start about all the difficulties baked into that prospect.

Later, we get the first drops of Spinner’s backstory, and hit again on the “lizard” thing, with the note that Spinner’s backwater, stuck-in-the-last-century hometown called him “the lizard freak.”  He grew up with it, grew accustomed to it, thought there was nothing he could do to change it—he might even have internalized it somewhat, though clearly by the time Chapter 160 rolled around he was ornery enough about it to complain.    It's perhaps also notable that Spinner knows who the CRC are.  Though we’ll later find out that their numbers have hugely diminished, he not only recognizes them, he’s not even surprised to see them—unlike many, Spinner knows the CRC never truly went away.  (Compare his lack of reaction to, for example, Shouji's unsuspecting classmates, who will later be shocked, just shocked, that this kind of ugliness still exists in their country.)    So just to state the obvious here, yes, the presence of active hate groups does irrevocably shift the lens on everything we’ve seen up to this point.  You can’t say calling a heteromorph an animal is harmless, a little insensitive at worst, maybe even meant as a cute nickname, when that same language is used by openly violent bigots.

The volume version gives us, at the end of the chapter, further notes on the CRC.  It’s full of relevant tidbits, so I’ll provide the text in its entirety:

Once superpowered society grew more stable and less chaotic, this group emerged, based around a lack of acceptance for those with body-altering quirks.  They started out with demonstrations and protests but eventually started committing violent hate crimes.  Most felt this was taking things too far, so the group saw a sharp decline in membership and a scattering of factions.  These days, one faction might only reject people with animal properties, while another focuses its hate on people with irregular heads.  These two, among others, have very few members left.  The faction that Tomura and the villains attacked was one that stood by the original group's fundamental tenets.

So what is there to gather from this?  Let’s break it down a point at a time.

“Once superpowered society grew more stable (...)”    If you’ve ever lived through a time of increasing acceptance for a marginalized group, particularly if that acceptance involves measures for legal protections being passed, you’ll recognize what this is.  Just to pick a few U.S. examples, the KKK didn’t exist until after the Civil War;[4] proactive federal bans on same-sex marriages didn’t start getting passed/proposed until individual U.S. states started legalizing them and civil unions.  When opposition to something is the norm, said opposition often doesn’t start organizing until they see that status quo being threatened; they weren’t organized before because they never imagined they’d need to be!  That’s what we see with the CRC: they didn’t formally declare themselves until it started looking like quirks—and especially non-baseline quirks—were going to find legal acceptance.    [4] Literally.  The last day of the war was May 26, 1865; the date the first Klan was founded was December 24 of the same year. Easily the most vile thing I learned in the process of writing this piece.   

“(…) based around a lack of acceptance for those with body-altering quirks.”   This is what I was referring to when I said Spinner's characterization of the CRC might be a little bit off: the CRC wasn’t founded because of a hatred for specifically heteromorphic quirks; they were founded because of a hatred for different bodies, a descriptor that could also apply to those with transformation-style quirks!  Those, too, are quirks that alter bodies, after all; it’s just possible for people to turn them off, which is not the case for those with heteromorphic quirks.  So Spinner was not quite on the mark before.    Further, note that the phrase “body-altering quirks” is used here—a phrase that’s similar in meaning and much less othering than igyou.  It doesn’t fully cover everything I use “heteromorphic” and “non-baseline” to cover, in that it’s still murky in situations like e.g. Cementoss’s, where his emitter quirk is entirely independent of his oddly shaped head, but it’s still a useful term!  Except for the small complication of where it isn’t found: anywhere in the actual story.  The fact that Horikoshi uses it in an author’s note, but it comes up nowhere in BNHA proper, puts it in an unclear place as far as in-universe alternatives go.  Has it just not come up because Horikoshi hasn’t thought to include it?  Or has it not come up because it’s not a phrase people in-universe use?

“They started out with demonstrations and protests but eventually started committing violent hate crimes.  Most felt this was taking things too far, so the group saw a sharp decline in membership and a scattering of factions.”    Confirmation here of what Spinner said about the CRC and hate crimes, but note what this doesn’t say: that the CRC was outlawed.  There are, I suspect, a couple of factors influencing that.   o Firstly, while Japan has legal methods to restrict undesirable organizations,[5] making it difficult for them to raise funds or engage in publicity, the country doesn’t actually de facto criminalize membership in such organizations.  That distinction is part of the legacy of violent crackdowns on labor groups and protest movements in the first half of the 20th century; people tend to get very loud about anything that whiffs of the government trying to give itself the power to get that heavy-handed again.    Assuming that the laws haven’t changed overmuch in HeroAca!Japan, then, I wouldn’t expect membership in the CRC to have been criminalized outright, but the volume extra doesn’t mention any kind of legal repercussions at all.  That, I think, may go more to my next point.    [5] The relevant laws are aimed mostly at terroristic groups or organized crime.      o Secondly, another thing Japan has very, very little of is hate crime legislation.  From my research, there are only two laws of any note: a federal law passed in 2016 and widely regarded as toothless thanks to it lacking any criminal provisions targeting offenders,[6] as well as a local ordinance passed in Kawasaki in 2019 that went as far as mandating fines against repeat offenders, among other measures.[7] [6] It required the government to start “implementing measures” to eliminate such speech/behaviors, as well as to “respond to requests for consultation” from victims, but did not directly mandate consequences for offenders. [7] I suspect from some of what I read that Osaka has picked up a similar ordinance, but I didn’t find anything detailing it specifically.  Osaka and Kawasaki are home to the largest and second-largest population of Koreans living in Japan. One major thing neither of these measures did, though—and something activists have been pressing for—is to establish standards for considering discriminatory motivations when issuing sentences against those who have committed violent crimes.  To pick an example that made the news last year, a man committed arson out of openly admitted hatred for the Koreans he targeted, but nowhere in the trial or discussion of his sentence did the prosecution ever bring up discrimination.[8]    [8] https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20220829/p2a/00m/0na/015000c    Also, it’s worth noting that both of these measures were aimed at ethnic discrimination—speech and behavior targeting people living in Japan while being themselves, or being children of, people of non-Japanese ethnicities.  They did not address discrimination based on e.g. religion or sexuality.    Folding both of those points together, the image we have of the CRC is of a violent hate group whose existence is regarded as perhaps distasteful and extremist, but not actually illegal.  Even what few laws Japan has now wouldn’t have applied to anti-heteromorph discrimination, because, while they may look wildly different from a prototypical Japanese person, heteromorphs still are Japanese, and therefore not protected by a law based solely around ethnic discrimination.    Incidentally, the ordinance in Kawasaki laid out a number of specific examples of the kind of behavior it was looking to address, and one of those examples was likening victims to something other than human.  I know why that was included in the context of anti-Korean sentiments,[9] but it certainly does shade e.g. Dabi calling Spinner a lizard more harshly to know that there’s legal precedent for categorizing such dehumanizing language as hate speech.    [9] An extremely common form of anti-Korean hate speech in Japan is to refer/allude to Koreans as cockroaches.

“These days, one faction might only reject people with animal properties, while another focuses its hate on people with irregular heads.”     This is a good echo of the sort of factionalization you see in organized religion, wherein the minutiae of tenets that seem similar to an outside eye are the topic of vicious, vehement inter-group debate. More to the point, however, it provides an excellent illustration of the senselessness of bigotry.  They can’t even keep their own discriminatory dogma straight!    Probably the second most common complaint about the story’s use of heteromorphobia—after calling it retconned-in bullshit that didn’t exist until Chapter 220—is that it’s illogical, that it makes no sense to judge people because they look a little different in a world where everyone is now a little different from the way we see the world.    And I wonder if the people who say that are listening to what they’re saying.  “Illogical bias that has no foundation in reality is unrealistic?”  What do these people think bigotry is?  Racism, sexism, xenophobia, ableism, religious discrimination, all the many different shades of queerphobia: all of these are built on foundations of fear and hate for people who are fundamentally still as human as anyone else, yet they all exist, and have existed, and will go on existing for quite some many years still.  Because irrational hatreds are, by definition, irrational.  Heteromorphic discrimination is the most realistic societal dynamic in the entire series! That little rant aside, I also want to highlight the first group in the excerpt above—people with animal properties.  Check any talk on the theme of, “So you can believe dragons but not black people in fantasy?” and you’ll run into the ways people are much more ready to suspend their disbelief for full-on fantasy than for something that, rightly or wrongly, pings them as incorrect, and it’s easy to imagine animal-associated heteromorphs running into a similar issue: it’s fine for people to just look weird, but looking like an animal, that’s bad and unnatural.  A heteromorph who just looks like nothing in particular other than “non-baseline” is not evoking the baggage of animal anthropomorphization and cultural animal symbolism that someone who looks like a bird, a lizard, a dog, an orca, etc. is.   

Chapter 223: 

Shigaraki refers to Gigantomachia as a gorilla.  It’s debatable how much this is of a piece with Dabi calling Spinner “Lizard”—Machia’s only actual animal quirk is Mole, not anything simian, nor is Machia particularly ape-like in anything other than his large size—but it does stand out to me that Spinner, who we know to have strong opinions about animal epithets, just refers to Machia by name or as “the big guy.”

Chapter 224: 

Mr. Compress calls Machia “our pet gorilla”; see note above.

Chapter 226: 

Curious introduces the idea of quirk counselling, telling us that its goal is to align people to a unified understanding of how the world and society work, but that it’s flawed in that it winds up emphasizing peoples’ differences instead.  The advisor at the hospital raid will include quirk counseling in his litany of grievances, so I’ll discuss its possible utilization against heteromorphs more there, but for now, recall that I talked previously about how quirk-based behavioral tics might vary from person to person by comparing Hound Dog with Sansa.  With that in mind, it’s not a big reach that some heteromorphs might run into similar problems with quirk counselling.   

There are a good number of what appear to be heteromorphs through the Curious fight; whatever the MLA’s core views on quirk supremacy, the organization self-evidently makes ample room for heteromorphs, even if, like e.g. the red panda guy in the crowd jumping Toga inside the noodle joint, they don’t seem to have any other stand-out powers beyond the fur and fangs.   

Chapter 229: 

Twice notes in his flashback that something about his eyes always rubbed people the wrong way, scared them.  We’ll eventually see this same thing with Tenko on the street—a totally normal-looking child, but the look on his face scares people away even more than the blood.  And I can’t help but think, “If even a totally baseline person’s eyes can creep people out, how much easier—and more extreme—is that reaction for the more out-there sort of heteromorph?”   

Gori makes the tiniest of cameos in Twice’s flashback, playing backup off to the side when we will, in current times, find him having worked his way up to the interrogation chair himself.   

Chapter 230: 

Geten brings us quirk supremacy via his understanding of the MLA’s goals.  It’s hard to say how accurate this is, since the MLA leadership is inconsistent on what exactly their vision of Liberation entails.  Whatever it is, it certainly doesn’t seem to dissuade the MLA’s own heteromorphs, though of course there’s a big difference between how e.g. Spinner or Ojiro versus Gang Orca or Mirko would fare in a societal quirk free-for-all.  Likewise, the MLA is a cult, so one can’t discount the likelihood of double-think in its members.   

Chapter 232:

Re-Destro talks about the state of the country in Destro’s infancy, a period in which metahumans suffered “constant abuse—blatant discrimination.”  Merely for speaking out that her child was just like everyone else—that his special power was just a quirk—Destro’s mother was killed by an anti-meta mob.  This gives us further evidence of the violence metahumans faced.  Of course, in that time, the hate wasn’t distinguishing between types of quirk, but with that being said, an emitter and a transformer can still hide the truth about themselves with far more ease than heteromorphs—recall All Might’s discussion about the early days of quirks back in Chapter 59, in which the panel showing four people with quirks contained only one baseline person.  It would be entirely unsurprising for an outsized number of the metahumans killed in those days to be heteromorphs.

Chapter 233: 

The confrontation between Trumpet and Spinner gives us Trumpet clucking about Spinner having a weak meta-ability—Gecko lets him cling to walls, and that’s about it.  It’s a striking contrast to someone like Mirko or Gang Orca, or even Tsuyu, all of whom have some combination of big power moves and a veritable fleet of sub-abilities.  We can see the way Hero Society prizes powerful, flexible quirks in this.  Having a strong quirk can help overcome the societal bias about heteromorphs, but if you’re stuck with a weak quirk and a weird face, you lack that metaphorical ticket out.[10]    [10] Incidentally, the fandom reflected some of that attitude as well.  There was a widespread assumption that Spinner’s quirk would be really useful or situationally powerful, otherwise why would Horikoshi have hidden it for as long as he did?  Then, after the reveal, there was a certain amount of complaining that Spinner was useless to the League, and why even bother with him?  Sometimes, life imitates art in some very unflattering ways.

Trumpet brings up that Spinner was a recluse, “mocked and pilloried,” and we see Spinner in his hikikomori days.  What we’ve gotten on Spinner up to this point suggests that the abuse he endured was mostly verbal, though one can imagine it was pretty rough when he was young enough to be the target of school bullies.  There’s a certain amount of temptation to minimize that in comparison to his response: most people who are bullied or targeted by discrimination don’t grow up to become terrorists.  But there was, we will eventually find, more visceral stuff going on—and parts of the country that were even worse than Spinner’s hometown.

Spinner spent most of his life trying to fit himself into the world around him; his strongest parallel in the League in this regard is Toga, as they were the two that held themselves back, let the world define what they were and how they should act, right up until they saw something that caused them to snap.[11]  Trumpet tries to do much the same to Spinner here (albeit probably less as an intentional psychological attack than Skeptic’s attempts on Twice), but Spinner, like Toga, is long past the point where he would swallow that abuse without fighting back.  When you tell someone they are something long enough, they eventually start to believe it—but if you aren’t careful, they’ll start to embrace it, at which point those weaponized words change hands.    [11] Shigaraki and Dabi, by contrast, pushed back harder, trying to get the world to accept them and never accepting it when their families (and particularly their fathers) told them to stop.  Twice was ejected without getting the chance to try to contort himself into a shape that fit the world, whereas Mr. Compress seems to have been raised to reject his society's accepted norms from the start.   

Chapter 234:

We see an image excerpted from Quirks and Us, a children’s book published by Curious’s outfit, that exhorts the reader not to judge people by their quirks.  It really, really begs the question, “If this is what’s being said in literature published to coax people towards anti-suppression radicalism, what on Earth is normal society saying?”    Regardless of that absolutely wild disparity, though, the fact that there are children’s books being published about quirk bias being wrong suggests that the world very much does have a problem with quirk bias.  Indeed, that much has been shown throughout the series, not merely in terms of anti-heteromorph bias, but also the bias against “villain quirks,” as well as the widespread idea that people with weak quirks—or no quirks at all—are weaker people overall, pitiable folk who lack the power to live their fullest lives or pursue their dreams unhindered.[12]    People on more than one of these axes of discrimination will, as in real life, be more likely to experience discrimination and violence. [12] Villains like All For One and Geten may say it more loudly, but it’s not only villains who believe it—perfectly good-hearted people like All Might and Midoriya Inko fall into that trap as well.   

Chapter 237: 

Nothing much to say about Shigaraki’s flashbacks save to note that, if people won’t stop to help a lost and bloodied (and baseline) child, they sure as hell won’t intervene in anti-heteromorph bullying.  Recall that Kirishima was accused of sticking his nose where it didn’t belong for trying!

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Thanks as ever for reading along, everyone! How was the new footnote format? Should I keep that up for lengthy meta going forward?

I was kind of expecting to be able to wrap this up (the main canon, at least) in one more post, but I underestimated the amount of writing I'd be doing for the first war arc. For next time, then, I'm looking to cover the Endeavor Agency, Paranormal Liberation War, and Dark Hero Villain Hunt arcs. See you all then!

[anotherkindofmindpod]

AKOM MAILBAG: TUMBLR EDITION

Phoebe and Daphne answer listener mail from social media site, tumblr. This 2-part episode offers a unique glimpse into feedback and questions from AKOM listeners. (Also, keep an ear out for a brief appearance by a special guest!) Listen HERE

EPISODE 1/2

Did you Get Back change your minds? 

George and Paul in the 70s 

Here Today 

Night We Cried (This One)

Does Paul talk to John? 

Does Paul remember John? 

Paul’s social media? 

New Series Request

Little Lamb Dragonfly 

Love w/o sex; sex w/o love 

Did John have an eating disorder? 

Did Paul write less on AHDN? 

Four songs, Two letters 

Stepsister Angie

BJ’s are gay?!? 

John homophobic/Wouldn’t he tell Paul? 

Would modern J/P have a different relationship? 

Paul’s Garbage Era (‘68)

EPISODE 2/2

Paul’s job v. John’s art school 

John refused to be alone with Paul?! 

Paul’s difficulty saying ILY

Emperor of Eternity 

John hit Yoko?!

WTB cover art 

Lewisohn relations 

The Hamburg crew and Paul 

Paul is a weak drummer

Paul in court 

Paul put up with so much 

Divorce Meeting (nervous laughter) 

Was Yoko at entrapment session?

Feminization of Paul 

Paul/John in ‘66 v. ‘68 

Victor Spinetti 

We don't like Paul’s solo work?! 

Genius Composer

[greatcoppersoncloud]

Meet Hiromi Namikaze 洋美,波風 (hiro-mi, means beautiful ocean, Namikaze means waves and wind) the mother of Minato and grandmother of Naruto, great grandma of Himawari and Boruto, Menma and Enkai (SNS orochimaru test tube babies) . She is 40 years old here and at the start of Naruto's birth , 51 at the end, and 54-57 is at the end of shippuden, 57- 60 during the last, during the start of boruto she is 68. During timeskip boruto era she is 69-73. This is when she dies.

Her birthday is February 3rd.

In this image she is going crazy with rage at hearing how Minato died and fell in battle fighting the Kyuubi. Her face is disfigured as a result of being taken down to third class in Kiri all those years ago. The purple chains are meant to show her mental state, starting to snap for the second time, while her eyes glow purple and emit purple streaks in her rage.

She is from the Land of the Sea (海の国, Umi no Kuni) which is where the name Namikaze originates and lives on the main island Hahajima, after moving back at 16, while pregnant with Minato, due to the insistance of her lover and Usagi her older sister, wanting a better life for the baby. She resents her father for dying and making them third class, including Kirigakure for the system itself and has no complaints about leaving. She shortly retires before leaving, having been a hunter nin for most of her life.

Her retired ninja class was Special Jounin level, though she was a hunter nin.

First Databook: Beginning of Part I

Ninjutsu - 4.5

Taijutsu - 3.5

Genjutsu- 1.0

Intelligence- 4

Strength -2

Speed-4

Stamina -2

Total- 21 points

- Her specialities are tracking, sensory perception and stealth/speed.

Chakra elements - wind and water.

- story so far-

She moved to Kirigakure at the age of 7, with her aunt Usagi (Typhoon, of the waves and wind) who was born in Kiri, raised by their father their as well, who was at that time was a Jounin. Her father originally came from Kirigakure, he died during a accident in an B ranked mission when she was 10. Her mother hailed from the land of the ocean and was a civilian medic, they met when her father was on a mission request.

As then a member of the 1st class, highest class in the bloody mist village's heriarchy status, she didn't have to kill her classmates in order to graduate (as according to novel canon), until after her father died 3 years later.

She enrolled in the Academy at the age of 7, graduated at age 10.

Was promoted to Genin, showed remarkable prowess among the battle field. Until her father died, she was getting C and D ranked missions, they steadily climbed up to B ranked when she was 12, remaining at that level for half a year before skyrocketing to an A ranked mission that she had almost died if it had not been for a generous Konoha ninja, named Tamashi Uzumaki, who saved her with his medical and finjutsu abilities, putting her cells into statis and triggering cellular regeneration using his scroll of stolen stored chakra.

A year after recovery with Tamashi, in hiding, she goes back to the hidden mist, where she partakes in the chunin exams ranking up to Chunin at age 13. During this time she hones medical skills and her wind style : cutting edge jutsu, including her sensory perception which is prominent throughout her mother's lineage as select Namikaze have and had renowned sensory perception, due to many attacks on their island, the family honed in on being able to sense each members chakra signal, which then led to the levels of chakra perception Minato has, though some were able to tell right away who's chakra was who's.

After 4/5 years as a chunin she once again is begrudgingly promoted to Jounin and enrolled in the hunter nin program, gaining her own mask and uniform. While this went on, she was dating a few women and men,though could never find one who wasn't afraid of her ptsd induced outbursts and her insominac sleeping habits.

After about almost a year, she meets Tamashi again on a S ranked mission, with her team who is a distant descendant of the uzumaki clan, Juneichi Uzumaki, from Uzushio his 2 x great grandpa and a civilian family from Konoha. She knows Uzushio has been being targeted for years, though they have kept those away with their finjutsu barrier. Tamashi dyes his hair brown for this mission and grows a stache, but his red uzumaki eyes remain, with his porcelain freckled skin and sunkissed shoulders.

(Tamashi is 18 at this point)

She slays her teammates to save his life, owing him a lifebond debt, though he cares not for it. Slowly they meet secretly, between journeys until they one night meet under the night sky and share their love, creating minato, who arrives a year later after their move back to her family home in Hahajima.

As she is only of Kiri blood relation and was not born their, Kiri lets her leave, due to her service as a hunter nin and her specialities because she knows some of their darker secrets they do not want getting out. She vows not to tell and is placed under a jutsu that shows up as a small dot on her shoulder that will kill her if certain phrases are uttered.

They attempt to blind her, and succeed partially, though Tamashi is able to restore some of her eyesight.

She meets naruto as a newborn and horrified by how much he truly looks like Minato, she leaves in tears stating she cannot bear to see his face, though secretly she has him stated to the heir of her fortune and family home.

[snapefiction]

Prompt list ! - Snapefiction

A/N: Hi! As requested I tried to stick a Prompt list together. Even though I´m not sure if I did it right: I hope you like it! 💕

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️ 

Here´s how it works:

I love writing requests! So whenever you have an idea of a special situation you can send it to me through an Ask. But if you want to request something but can't make anything up you can send me some numbers and information from this Prompt list and I will try to figure something out! 😊

Characters I´m writing for:

Severus Snape x Reader, Severus Snape x OC, Severus Snape x ?

Prompt List:

1. I saw a lot of things coming but not you. 2. I have never been in love before. 3. Was it This easy for you to forget me? 4. I am not good at writing letters - I never was. 5. It's lonely at the top. 6. I feel like you're suffocating me. 7. You love the idea of me. 8. Such a beautiful Night to be with you. 9. Erase my Memories / Obliviate me 10. I´m sorry. 11. I will never move on from this. 12. If you only knew how my life feels like without you. 13. You can’t break an Oath. 14. It’s him / It’s her 15. Make me forget. 16. I'm not afraid to lose you, I'm absolutely terrified. 17. Although we never said it to each other, I think we both knew. 18. No thank you. I'll be fine. 19. I´m begging you. 20. Beg for it. 21. Anything for you? - Anything? 22. Please stay , even if it's just for tonight. 23. No, you didn’t, did you? 24. There is something no one is allowed to know. 25. And how do I know? - Because I have changed. 26. So,.. do you trust me now? 27. I trust you so you have to trust me as well. 28. Let me walk you home. 29. I don't think that we should keep doing this. 30. Just for the Nostalgia. 31. I think I’m falling for you. 32. I won't leave you alone. 33. Do you think I haven't tried? 34. But you are obsessed! 35. Please, at least try to love her. 36. End this Pain. 37. That’s against our deal. 38. People can’t just vanish? Can they? 39. You’re joking right? 40. I don't know what you mean. 41. They were kind of mad but it was the right decision. 42. A Butterbeer? You don't even like Butterbeer 43. Don't Make a fool out of me. 44. If you can't trust me, you can't love me. 45. You should start to control your mind. 46. You crossed the limit. 47. Are you insane? 48. I'd never do that to you. 49. You humiliated me in front of everyone I know only to prove your power. 50. Do you finally have enough? 51. You manipulate our Relationship. 52. Stop burning all those bridges I try to build. 53. Are you even capable of loving someone? 54. Where were you? 55. You know which side I'm taking. 56. That's an honorable Thing to do of you. 57. That's what Friends do, right? 58. It’s too late. 59. It's unfair of you to say that. 60. Trust me! - I trusted you all my life and now see where it got me. 61. You are what? 62. You made me do it. 63. You punish me for loving you. 64. Because i missed the world you showed me. 65. I'm scared of my mind. I'm scared that it'll turn me mad. 66. I promise you won't regret it. 67. Is it your first time? 68. I have never been ________ before. 69. Thank you. - What for? - For this. 70. So you made you decision? 71. You poisoned me? 72. __ should get fired for this. 73. Stop it! - Make me. 74. I feel like I am drowning. 75. What if there’s something remaining?

to be continued. last edit 1.15.2021 

Things that aren't mentioned in my prompt list but may be helpful for your request:

- Your Hogwarts House

- What era does it take place in?

- Age of the Characters

- Setting 

- fluff?/ angst? / sad? / smut? / ..?

...

! Things I won't take requests for ! :

- Adult x Minor (as Example: Teacher x Student)

- Characters that aren't listed

- Mental Heath Issues / Illnesses

- Racism, Homophobia, Sexism etc.

- non - con Smut

This list may be continued.

[wisdomrays]

ISLAM’S TOLERANCE TOWARDS CHRISTIANS: Part 1

The Qur’an calls Christians and Jews “the People of the Book,” meaning those who have a Divinely revealed holy hook that they follow. Toward the end of the Makkan era of the Prophet’s life, the Qur’an began to mention these people and gave them a special and honored place. They were first mentioned in: And argue not with the People of the Book ... (2 9:46).

Thus the Qur’an started the greatest ecumenical movement history had ever seen. All the Qur’an required of them was that they confirm the Last Prophet, for their own books told them that such a person was going to come.

The Qur’an, gradually deepening its intimacy with Christians, declared they were the nearest to Muslims in love, because their priests and monks are not proud, and because they listen to and recoagnize the truth of what the Messenger has brought (5:82- 83). It also warns them against certain heresies, such as following those who earlier had gone astray (5:77), believing in the Trinity (4:171), or remaining in their rebellion and unbelief (5:68).

Many Qur’anic verses state that Jesus called people to believe in God’s oneness, and that he called himself “a servant of God.” The Qur’an stresses that his mother Mary (Maryam) was sinless, dedicated to the temple, and raised under Prophet Zakariya’s guidance. It also relates the miracles God gave her, Jesus’ miraculous birth without a father, miracles given to Jesus, his Prophethood, and his being raised to the sky by God (3:33-64). In Maryam:19, their behavior and postures are described and praised. Of all religions, Islam is the only one to attest that Mary was a virgin and gave birth to Jesus miraculously. Islam is even more sensitive about this subject than Christians. In fact, the Bible says in Luke (chapters 2, 4, 5) that Mary was engaged to a carpenter named Joseph, whereas the Qur’an mentions no such person.

The Qur’an rejects Christianity’s fundamental beliefs that Jesus is divine and the Son of God. It asserts that his being distinguished among people or being given many miracles do not make him a deity. People who attribute a son to God are rejected, without clearly pointing out that the subjects are Christians (2:116). Thus the Qur’an wants Christians to understand the implication and correct themselves.

In the early days of Islam, Christians and Muslims were on very good terms. For example, when the Makkan’s persecution became unbearable, the Prophet permitted those who wanted to leave to go to Ethiopia (615 CE / 5 AH). He said that the land was safe, for its ruler was just. A group of 15 Muslims including ‘Uthman and the Prophet’s cousin Ja’far, emigrated there. The Prophet sent Najashi a letter asking him to give refuge to these Muslims, which he did.1 After a while, the Quraysh sent a delegation with many precious gifts to ask Najashi to return the Muslims. Najashi summoned them, and Ja’far explained the situation. Najashi wanted to learn what they thought of Jesus and Mary. Ja’far recited the beginning of Surah Maryam, which deals with the births of Prophet Yahya (John the Baptist) and Jesus. The emperor drew a line on the ground and said: “If there is a difference between our religions, it is as great as this line.” Najashi refused the Qurayshi request.

At that time, an internal war broke and threatened Najashi’s throne. All Muslims who could fight supported the emperor. Most remained in Ethiopia until 7 AH, when the Prophet summoned them to Madina. Najashi sent his son to the Prophet with a letter stating he had embraced Islam. The Prophet treated Najashi’s men with great hospitality. Najashi died that same year, and the Prophet led his funeral prayer in Madinah.

Relations between the Muslims and the Byzantine Empire started out as peaceful and in an atmosphere of good will. In the initial years of the Prophet’s mission, war broke out between Christian Byzantium and Sassanid Persia. The Muslims in Makkah sided with the Byzantines, as they were People of the Book. Even though the Byzantines were severely defeated, Surat al-Rum, revealed just after the defeat, announced that the Byzantines would be victorious in a few years. This came true 9 years later, when the Byzantines crushed the Sassanid Empire. At roughly the same time, the small Muslim community in Madinah defeated the Quraysh at Badr.

In 6 AH, the Prophet sent letters to neighboring rulers. One was sent to Emperor Heraclius of Rome. The Prophet wrote: “In the name of God, the All-Merciful, the All-Compassionate. From Muhammad, the servant and messenger of God, to the Roman’s great King Heraclius. May peace be upon those who obey the right path. I call you to Islam in the way of a true Muslim. Become a Muslim and you will find salvation. Become a Muslim and God will give you twice as much as you actually deserve. If you turn away, you will be held responsible for your subjects. And you; 0 People of the Book! Come to o word common between you and us, that we shall worship none but Allah that we shall assign no partner to Him and that none of us shall toke others for lords beside Allah. If they turn away, then say: ‘Bear witness that we are submitters to Allah (as Muslims)’”(3:64). The Empire diplomatically stated that Heraclius rejected the invitation. However, historical sources insist that the emperor inwardly welcomed the invitation and remarked: “These places we are in now will be his in the near future.”

Later, the Prophet sent an envoy to the Ghassanids, who were Arab allies of the Byzantine Empire. His murder led to the Battle of Mutah. The 3,000 Muslims had to fight the 100,000-man Byzantine army. The Byzantines nailed the governor of Maan (or Amman], Ferve the Leper, to a cross because he accepted Islam. This murder caused great damage to Muslim-Christian relations, and marks the beginning of 14 centuries of deteriorating relations.

Seeing that the majority of Christians in that period insisted on believing that Jesus was a deity, God revealed: 0 People of the Book, do not exceed the limits in your religion, nor say of God aught but the truth (4:171). Thus they were called to admit that Jesus was God’s Messenger. Only when they refused to do so did the Qur’an clearly state that this Christian belief represented impiety and denial.

In 9 AH, a delegation of about 70 Christians from Najran, many of them religious and non-religious leaders, came to Madina to discuss Islam’s arguments against Christianity. The Prophet greeted them warmly and let them perform their rituals in the local mosque. The Christians argued about the true nature of Jesus, insisting that he was a deity. Upon this, the following verse was revealed: Then whoever disputes with you concerning him (Jesus) after (all this) knowledge that has come to you, say:

“Come let us coil our sons and your sons, our women and your women, ourselves and yourselves-then we pray and invoke (sincerely) the curse of God upon those who lie” (3:61).

[jazronllc]

Most Expensive Pearl Necklace Designs

The legendary Coco Chanel once said, ‘A woman needs ropes and ropes of pearls.’ Who is anyone to disagree with the legend? But if we could have just a single pearl of the iconic ‘Pearl Necklace‘ listed below, we would consider ourselves way too lucky. People say you never really know a woman until you see her jewelry.

Going by what we are seeing, the woman who owned these precious pearls and the woman who adorned these pearls are nothing short of royalty, in some cases royal. We have listed the five most expensive pearl necklaces ever sold for you to admire and gawp at:

La Peregrina

No list of precious pearls would ever be complete without a special mention of La Peregrina, also known as “The Wanderer” or “The Pilgrim.” This gorgeous natural pearl derived its name due to its 500-year long journey through history and royal collections. Originally it was found in the Gulf of Panama by an African slave, after which the precious stone was brought to Spain and presented to King Philip II, who gifted it to his bride to be, Mary I of England. After her demise, La Peregrina returned to Spain’s Crown Jewels and remained there for over 250 years.

By 1808, Joseph Bonaparte, Napoleon’s older brother, became the King of Spain. Joseph Bonaparte was forced to abdicate his throne in 1811. The pearl was bequeathed to Napoleon III. The pearl, after his death, was eventually sold to the Duke of Abercorn in England. It stayed intact in the family’s collection for nearly a century before being purchased at auction in 1969 by actor Richard Burton for $37,000.00.

Burton gifted La Peregrina to his jewelry and pearl connoisseur wife, Elizabeth Taylor. The lady treasured her Valentine’s Day gift and wore it in many events for over decades. Taylor used the pears in their original form until she ordered the jeweler Cartier to design a show-stopping necklace of pearls, diamonds, and rubies to showcase the gem. La Peregrina stayed in the treasure of Taylor until her death. After which, the pearl was sold at Christie’s Auction House in 2011 for $11.8 Million.

The Baroda Pearl Necklace

The Baroda Pearls were an astounding seven-strand pearl necklace woven stunningly with matching natural pearls, ranging from 10.0 to 16.0mm in size. The fabulous necklace was originally treasured by the Indian Maharajas of Baroda, Gujarat, and remained in fame throughout history due to its rarity and glorious beauty.

Over time, the seven-strand Baroda pearl necklace was fragmented and distributed to various collectors. However, the largest of these pearls was redesigned into a large double-strand necklace of 68 round faintly drop-shaped pearls measuring 9.47 to 16.04mm. The ornament got its finishing touch with an exquisite Cartier-designed cushion cut diamond clasp. The redesigned necklace came in Christie’s Auction House in 2007, where it was sold for $7.1 million as a suite with matching Cartier pearl earrings surrounded by sparkling diamonds, pearl ring, and a diamond brooch.

The Big Pink Pearl

The “Big Pink” is one of the largest and finest natural Abalone Pearl kinds globally. This exotic pearl weighs a whopping 470 carats. The Big Pink Pearl stuns with iridescent flashes of lavender, green, blue, orange, and silver overtones and shimmers off with its natural pastel Pink hues.

The Big Pink’s exact origin is undiscovered, but biologists and gemologists believe that the pearl was grown by either the Red or Pink Abalone species. They are natives of California, Australia, and New Zealand and are best known for producing the most colorful and beautiful wild pearls in the world.

In 1990 the wild pearl hunter Wes Rankin discovered that the Big Pink was designed in a swirling diamond pendant mounting. The Abalone pearl pendant now resides in Petaluma, California, at the Pacific Coast Pearls company and is valued at $4.7 Million. The exotic pearl held the Guinness Book of World Records title of “Largest Abalone Pearl” ever found. However, in the discovery of 2010, an enormous 710 carat Abalone pearl took over the title.

The Duchess of Windsor Pearl Necklace

The Duchess of Windsor Pearl Necklace is an impressive single-strand natural pearl ornament that traces its legacy back from the Russian imperial era. The necklace was owned by Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna of Russia, who in 1929 sold it to King George V. The king gifted the natural pearl necklace to his wife, Queen Mary of England. From Queen Mary, the necklace went to the British throne’s heir, Edward the Duke of Windsor, who gifted the same fabulous necklace to his fiancé Bessie Wallis-Simpson in 1937.

The Cartier of Paris designed it at the decree of Queen Mary. The striking single-strand natural pearl necklace includes 28 creamy-white natural pearls ranging from 9.2mm to 16.8mm in size, is possibly a genuine South Sea pearl of Australian origin. The necklace has a small choker length, measuring 14-Inches including the clasp. The pearls are symmetrically shaped but include a variety of round, near-round, drops, and buttons. The diamond clasp features two Emerald-cut diamonds of 2.00cttw approximately, along with two Trapezoid diamonds on either side, of the same size. The necklace is framed with 20 round single-cut diamonds of 0.70cttw approximately. At the Duke of Windsor’s request, Cartier incorporated an enormous drop-shaped natural pearl and diamond pendant and round pearls and diamond earrings to this suite.

In 1986 upon the demise of Duchess of Windsor’s, her entire jewels collection, which she acquired after a loving marriage, was transferred to the French Research Institute for liquidating her entire collection via auction. The proceedings went for medical research and charity donations. The Duchess of Windsor’s necklace was last sold in 2007 for $4.8 Million to Calvin Klein, who gifted it to his wife.

The Cowdry Natural Black Pearl Necklace

This glamorous, exotic natural pearl necklace is designed entirely using the naturally-colored black pearls featuring, Green, Peacock, multi-hued Aubergine, Silver, and Mink Overtones, laid over a Light Dove to Medium-Dark Charcoal Grey body colors. These beautiful pearl colors are extremely remindful of the cultured Tahitian pearls.

These single-strand natural pearls range from 6.8mm to 11.4mm, featuring 38 pearls of rare quality. The necklace included a large mixed-cut rectangular diamond clasp at the end.

Initially owned by Lady Pearson, the necklace was last sold in 2015 at the Sotheby’s Auction in Hong Kong for $5.3 Million.

We are in awe of these necklaces but owning these pearls will cost a big fortune. So, to consummate the love for pearls, you can check the recent collection of Jazron. The company has a wide range of necklace designs for pearls and beaded jewelry. The quality of these ornaments is extraordinary and they are available at a reasonable price.

Source:- Most Expensive Pearl Necklace Designs

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Chatbot development trends in 2020

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Chatbots are a phenomenal breakthrough in the field of AI. The industry is all set to hit a trillion dollar mark by the end of 2024. It is also estimated that 47% of customer care calls will be handled by intelligent chatbots. Also, 40% of health-care Virtual assistants will be chatbots indeed.

Simple user based queries can be handled by these chatbots or virtual assistants in a placid manner. Developers are also working around advanced predictive analytics facilitating more naturally flowing real-time conversations.

Helping you unveil some of the top Chatbot development trends for 2020:

Develop chatbots that are more human-like

Presently chatbots are unable to understand multilingual accents of people across the globe. The chatbots need to understand the right intent behind what the query of the customer is. Only then, will they be in a position to resolve customer grievances in an effective manner. With this aspect in mind, mobile developers develop chatbots taking help from varied technologies. These include Machine Learning (ML), Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Natural Language Processing (NLP).

This way, chatbots can grasp the varied accents or dialects of people residing across the globe. Thereby providing the right kind of support or help.

AI works at call centers

Businesses can easily migrate to technologies supporting AI. These include usage of chatbots, virtual assistants, messaging platforms, etc. First level queries can be handled by conversational chatbots without much of a problem. These include

Changing passwords

Scheduling appointments with doctors or dentists

Requesting for a bank balance or a statement print of account details, etc.

Providing a 24/7 customer support for educational help lines, health-care centers, etc. can prove to be very expensive to afford. Given the amount of training to employees to adapt to multiple lines of business and handle queries of customers speaking different languages!

Hence, conversational bots can save 20-30% of the overall cost of running call centers across the globe. Moreover, the attrition rate among call center employees remains at 30-45%. This particular constraint can be resolved by emerging chatbots in a hassle-free manner.

Messaging platforms

Chatbots are able to initiate quick conversations with customers who are wanting to buy products online. You must have encountered it yourself. When you log into a website, you have an instant chat window opening in front of you. It asks if you would need any assistance in going further. This can be a perfect example of a chatbot handling the messaging board very intelligently.

It has roughly been estimated that around 68% of consumers prefer shopping for online products or services with chatbots. The chatbots provide a complete overview on what kind of products an e store offers. It helps them locate products from a store. The Virtual assistant further facilitates the sale of the product. Furthermore, an efficient degree of after-sales service is also provided to consumers in a friendly manner. This way, the brand awareness of the firm catapults. Customers love engaging and pleasant conversations that chatbots provide to them. This way, chatbots go a long way in improving customer service and automating sales.

Voicebots

Today, you have a number of mobile companies developing simple and easy chatbots helping you perform various functions. You have Siri, Alexa and Google Assistant doing the rounds for Android and iOS platforms. Starting from helping you track calories on your fitness jog up until keeping doors or windows closed at nights, the electronic surveillance machines do everything for you.

You can use voice bots at banks too to automate varied functions like filling out deposit forms, opening accounts, closure of accounts, etc. This way, when too many customers are there to attend to, voice bots can take over.

AI-pioneered chatbots to help social media

Thousands of brands emerge via Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. You have FMCG companies raising their brands via FB and Instagram. You have travel firms showcasing their brands via Twitter, FB and Linked In. You have Snap chat providing customers with instant chat facilities.

Hence social media channels may see a huge upsurge of products or brands that get launched online. This being the case, you will have millions of purchase related queries posed by online shoppers who would love buying products or services. Hiring customer support agents or shopping assistants to answer queries repeatedly can be an expensive affair. Automated chatbots may channelize this field too. Simple price related queries or product description queries can well be answered by pre-programmed chatbots or virtual assistants too. Hence chatbots will be taken squarely by social media biggies too.

Food chains

Chatbots are now the preferred marketing personnel of the booming digital era indeed. As these chatbots work tirelessly, you have consumers hooked to conversing with them. Be it apparels, food industry, airlines, health-care or educational sector, you have chat bots or AI programmed virtual assistants taking space at every miniscule corner.

Burger King, Dominos and Pizza Hut have started making use of Food bots to help consumers in a wide-spread manner. Starting from finding tables, ordering food, the foods delivered right across and getting the bills paid by customers, everything is well taken care of. You can order via Food bots at your home too. This can be done via your I-pads, tablets and mobile devices. Some companies have gone a step further to automate ordering and delivery of food. You can have drones delivering pizza packs and a lot more.

Chatbots can take payments

Digital wallets can be organized by leading banks to make payments hassle-free. Instant messaging can be facilitated via FB messenger. You make sure that your customers don’t leave the app while they make the final payments. Conversational bots can allow customers to buy products based on the pricing or the budget they have on mind.

Similarly, digital wallets connect consumers to buy or sell products on a 24/7 scalability. MasterCard has recently organized a chatbot in order to facilitate consumer payments. You can check your account balances. The Virtual bots help you set payment alerts. And also pay or receive money from your business partners. This way, chatbots are entirely helpful in making digital wallets a grand success.

HR initiatives

As you know, Human Resource comprises a tedious and repetitive set of activities that are highly time-consuming. If you look at the overall proforma of the HR unit, there are quite a lot of mundane activities that can easily be tackled via chatbots or virtual assistants. Let us see how this can be done in three real-time scenarios

Human Resource or HR-

As you all know, HR is the pulse of every company. You can use chatbots to help new employees answer basic HR related queries. Plus these bots can complete transactional HR services too. Say like initiating new bank accounts for on-boarding employees or giving them a TPin to access the company’s ATM.

Employee On-boarding

Employee on-boarding is the most complex and time consuming HR initiative. The personnel have to screen through file applications, have a look at relevant employment docs and so on. You can allow chatbots to initiate the interview handling process. You can allow them to field screening questions and simultaneously capture answers too. You can also allow chatbots to guide new hires through the internal policies of the company.

Internal Help desk

Chatbots can handle the IT desk by answering common queries in a neat and stream-lined manner. The bot can answer repetitive queries and can increase the response time too.

Conclusion

These are the 7 fascinating chatbot development trends for 2020. You have AI automating a variety of human functionalities. While many employees fear it might cost them their jobs, there is a positive side added to it. You can allow new employees to directly apply for Senior positions as mundane aspects of the job can be automated by the bots. Hence, decision making or intense management policies can be designed by career focused individuals who have the potential to tap into.

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Are You Embarrassed By Your Facebook Marketing Skills? Here’s What To Do

Getting starting with internet advertising?

Then you’ve likely heard you want to be on Facebook. It’s the largest social network in the international, with 2.27 billion energetic users, nearly 1 billion of them are energetic every day.

From a startup with Ivy League college youngsters, it’s now come to be a primary player in industries like media, advertising, and era.

From Cambridge Analytica, to account hacking, to Russian interference, and greater—is Facebook nonetheless worth investing time and electricity? Or are its days numbered?

The answer is that no matter the scandals, studies suggests Facebook’s customers don’t seem to have modified their conduct.

You’ll nevertheless discover your first-rate marketing opportunities on the sector’s biggest social network, and that’s now not going to alternate each time quickly. Spending time and gaining knowledge of Facebook advertising and marketing is worth the funding.

Before we cross into designated techniques on how to market on Facebook, let’s solution the first query—is your target market even on Facebook?

The answer is, possibly.

The maximum latest statistics by using Pew Research Center indicates that every age makes use of at least one social community website online, with younger customers with higher possibilities.

Plus, both males and females use social media in about same numbers.

And in relation to which network people use, Facebook dominates the listing. In January 2018, 68% of Americans use Facebook, with Instagram in second place with 35%.

YouTube turned for the primary time in 2018 with 73% of Americans the usage of it.

In other phrases, regardless of what age institution you’re focused on, there will be greater than enough of those customers on Facebook.

Here’s the way to get things installed and start promoting through Facebook.

Market with Facebook Pages

The first and most apparent Facebook advertising and marketing tool for manufacturers is Facebook Pages. Like a non-public profile, a Page is the hub of facts in your logo, be it a company, product, service, or maybe expert or celeb.

Users can “Like” a web page and “Follow” it, which means that they’ll routinely acquire updates from that page of their news feed.

But to be able to see the posts whenever they’re delivered, you want to click on the choice to view posts first. Otherwise, it’s probably you see the updates due to the fact Facebook desires Pages to reinforce posts for more visibility and attain.

So whilst you get people to like your page, it’s an amazing idea to advocate they observe you and notice your posts first. It’ll save you a whole lot of cash in the lengthy-term if you don’t ought to enhance posts a lot regularly.

There are some key variations between pages and profiles. To connect with a person as a non-public profile, you’ll both need to verify the friendship request.

When you have got a page, human beings can like and observe with no approval from you.

Another distinction is that there are no limits to the quantity of human beings that may like your web page. If you have a private account, you could have 5000 friends. But a page will have lots or maybe tens of millions of folks that like it.

The first-class a part of Pages is they’re free and clean to set up. You can literally construct a new Page inside the subsequent 15 mins and have a professional appearance as a Fortune 500 organisation.

The drawback is simply that—they may be tough to get off the ground. Unless you’re a superstar or most important logo like Coke or BMW, it takes a variety of work to get extra humans to like your page.

But if you’re going to begin with this, you’ll want to install a expert web page. Here’s how.

How to install the perfect Facebook Page

Unfortunately, many organizations don’t use Facebook Pages to their complete capability. Worse, some manufacturers use them poorly and actually harm their credibility.

These pointers will help you keep away from making the ones errors.

Profile photo and cover picture

Your profile picture ought to be your emblem. Simple as that.

The cover photograph is a exclusive tale. It’s honestly as much as you to decide what to place here. Some use photos of employees, at the same time as others use fancy art work and position their contact information in the photograph.

M&Ms does a great activity mixing their emblem, characters, and product into their snap shots.

Pick a image with a view to decorate your web page and draw the attention of your traffic.

“About” section

The “About” segment is prominently placed right underneath your organisation brand. This is your hazard to tell all what your business does.

It’s quick, so don’t try to shape the whole lot in. Just the fundamentals are excellent.

In the full ‘about’ segment, ensure to include more info.

Explain what your company does, why you’re special, and other thrilling facts. If you can, take the time to put in writing it specially on your Facebook audience.

But in case you’re in a pinch, you can just copy the text from the “About” page of your internet site or blog. Be sure to fill in all your records underneath “Basic Info.”

Ford does a incredible task such as their highlights and call info on their information page.

If you have got a commercial enterprise, you may upload a few more capabilities like place and hours.

Just do not forget to maintain it pleasant and casual. A casual tone typically works first-rate on Facebook.

Post useful data to your timeline

What you put up to your wall will show up inside the news feeds of absolutely everyone who has “Liked” your page, just because it does while you post something to your personal profile.

So, make sure what you’re posting is useful for your lovers. Don’t post endless updates about the anything, and don’t submit too often, clogging the news feeds of your enthusiasts.

Major manufacturers like Apple usually publish things they recognize might be thrilling to their enthusiasts, like precise video ads, or product announcements.

For more details, visit Digital Media Training.

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Are Divorce Records Public In Utah?

Utah natives may wonder if their divorce records are public. Before I talk about the divorce records being public, I would like to talk about divorce records in general and where we are now.

You can start with the Utah Territorial Divorce Records 1852-1859. Researchers need to know an approximate date or time frame in which divorce took place as well as where the partners were living when the divorce occurred. This will enable them find territorial divorce records. Very few of these records are name-indexed.

Due to this, researchers may find their work of researching taking a lot of time if they lack this information. Between 1852 and 1887, two separate courts had simultaneous power over divorce proceedings, the county Probate Court for each individual county and District Court which covered multiple counties.

Individuals seeking a divorce in Utah between 1852 and 1878 had the liberty to file the case anywhere within the region since there were no laws specifying your residence. Majority of the people from Utah filed their cases within the area that is in their county probate court or area district court.

The good thing is that there were no requirements while filing their cases. A residency requirement was initiated in 1878 whereby there were specifications about the location. This was to affect divorce cases from June 1878. Persons filing for divorce had to file in the County Probate Court which occurred through 1878 or the District Court with dominion over their place of residence.

In 1887, the Probate Courts’ power over divorce cases were removed by the Federal government and so all divorces were filed in the District Court only between 1887 and 1896. District courts had power over several counties. Very few records which have territorial divorce proceedings are name-indexed. Actually not all of them have survived.

Consult multiple series for the same agency when researching divorces: while case files series generally provide the largest amount of information about divorce proceedings, occasionally files do not survive when minute book entries do or vice-versa. Also different record types document different aspects of the case.

Divorce Records, 1896- Present

Divorces must be filed in the county in which at least one of the parties reside at the time the objection is filed. Records of divorces filed since 1896 in many District Courts are still accessed directly through those district courts, though some have made arrangements to store records older than 50 years with the State Archives.

Is Divorce public in Utah?

Yes and No. The Utah State Legislature has made privatized divorce records. This means that if you, as a citizen off the street, takes a stroll down into the Matheson Courthouse down at 450 South State Street, Salt Lake City, Utah and walk into the court clerk’s office and ask for divorce filings, he or she would certainly not agree.

This is to mean that divorce records are private. If you have been divorced for a number of years in Utah, there is a set of data in which you can search or even ask the court clerk to find it for you in the database. In addition to this, it is possible to search and see if someone has documented a divorce or if there is any ruling regarding divorce that has been entered.

It is good to confirm the divorce decrees especially if you are dating a person claiming to be a divorcee. You will be able to see if he or she has divorce records or if they are not being honest with you. This will save you a lot of future trouble in your relationship or marriage especially if the person is lying to you about his or her divorce.

You will be able to make a good decision with all the facts at hand. There is an added advantage to an attorney or guardian ad litem since they can access since they can access court documentations by filing a ‘Notice of Appearance’ or ‘Appearance of Counsel’. Notice of Appearance is a document from an attorney or parties to show the court your involvement in the case. If you represent one of the parties in court then through the Notice of Appearance you should be allowed to see the information in the court docket which contains both decided and pending cases. It may also contain all pleadings. In addition to that, if the case is yours meaning that you are the one seeking the divorce or the Respondent, you are entitled to see the court file since the case is yours.

Parents, siblings, grandparents or grandchildren may also place a request. Only them can be allowed to make such requests. In Utah, divorce papers are concealed.

However, the digital era has made it possible to access information online. The information can be obtained in certain websites. You can access if you have viable data concerning the city, county and state.

Divorce records database are maintained by many companies and allow users through the internet access their websites.

It is important to become a member of authenticated and secure website. Free information is also available but is basic and does not provide enough information. It is good to choose the best website to get sufficient information.

Records That Are Essential To The State of Utah

All vital records in the state of Utah concerning the citizen’s’ most important life events are maintained in The Office of Vital Records. These crucial records may include: birth certificates, marriage licenses and death certificates. The records are usually assembled and stored in permanent central registry state entities. These records are used to compile data that is, developing statistical analysis of the population of Utah.

Birth Records

Birth records are contained in a birth certificate. They are usually written when a child is born. A birth certificate can either be the original document showing or confirming the birth or a photocopy of the original birth certificate which still has the information on birth. The birth records catalogs of the state of Utah are divided into these categories: early-1905 and late-1905. When it comes to early-1905 category, all records were collected from Utah church registers not forgetting the county records of essential statistics which provide the earliest evidence of birth. Majority of the clerks kept better records in the final years of the 1890s. The records from these times are kept and found at the Utah Family Library History and Utah State Archives. In the second category which is 1905- present day, records are kept and found at the Utah Office of Vital Records and Statistics.

Death Records

When a person dies records are also kept to show that he or she no longer exists. A death record has more or less of the information in the death certificate. Some states such as California have two categories through which death records are managed. These may include; County records and State records. Collected from Utah counties represents every record contained in the county records. These records contain microfilmed copies of the original records obtained from many counties to the Utah Bureau of Vital Records. When it comes to the second category, records are collected yearly at the Utah Department of Health.

Marriage and Divorce Records

The government of Utah issues a marriage or divorce record only after civil registration of the marriage or divorce occurs. The record is usually issued by a government official. Civil registration of marriage was not necessary or was not a requirement in Utah until 1887. This does not mean that there are no records of marriage prior to 1887. Some of them are in the justice of the peace or probate court records. These early marriages records were usually interfiled with other court matters. Most of these court records are now at either the county clerk’s office or the the Utah State Archives. The Family History Library has pre-1887 court records for a number of Utah counties. There were over two thousand divorces from 1847 to 1877.

If we take a look during the territorial period, the federal district courts had power over divorce cases from the year 1852 to 1895. The probate courts also had dominion from 1852 to 1887. After 1896, power over divorce was given to state district courts. Currently divorce records are kept at the Utah State Department of Health. A law by the name the Utah Government Records Access and Management Act in 1991 was passed by the Utah State Legislature.

This law was enabled in 1997 and its aim is to ensure that court records and other public records are disclosed to the public. This law has been of assistance since any citizen can request to see all public records via the assigned specialized offices within the set terms.

For years it has been reported that Utah has a higher than average divorce rate but census data shows that Utah’s men and women are least likely to be divorced. This is the reason why: Utahns get remarried faster and those second or third marriages seem to last.

Due to this, Utah has the fifth- lowest and percentage of divorced men, at 8.2 percent, and the fourth lowest percentage for women at 10.2. The factor that distinguishes Utah from other states is that its residents get married at an earlier age compared to residents of other states in the same nation. Due to that, Utah has slew of young divorced couples who have a higher probability to re-enter the dating world than a person whose marriage breaks later in life.

Age is a great determinant after divorce because it determines if you will be remarried or not. In addition to this, The Church of Latter-day Saints plays a big role in all of Utah’s marriage and divorce statistics. The Mormon faith also encourages marriage at a young age and puts a lot of emphasis on the marriage institution.

This greatly challenges divorced and widowed Mormons to get back into dating. This is a good explanation why Utah has a higher percentage of people who have or are married. According to the information from 2013 census in Utah, 73 percent of Utah women and 68 percent of Utah men have been married at least once, while nationwide, 70 percent of women and 64 percent of men have tied the knot.

Ten Cities In Utah With The Highest Divorce Rates

1. Vernal 2. Washington Terrace 3. Ogden 4. Moab 5. Sunset 6. Murray 7. Price 8. Midvale 9. Roy 10. South Salt Lake

If you can, you should try to avoid divorice. This is because divorce has disadvantages such as: 1. It reduces living standards When divorce occurs it usually results into two families where there was one family. It is usually said that two are better than one. When there was unity or before the divorce both partners use to support the family using their income but now that the family has split up the living standards will lower since each partner will be supporting himself or herself wherever she is living. If you had a lavish lifestyle you will start watching your budget and being keen on how you spend your money.

2. Divorce changes relationships

It is obvious that your relationship with your ex will change. Apart from the spouse, your relationship with his or her family and relatives will change. Divorce can make you lose people who at one time were the dearest to you.

This usually happens when friends take sides and start viewing you as the worst person. After divorcing, the divorcees find themselves distancing themselves from married people. They mostly stay with single people so as to get a little comfort.

3. Divorce Hurts Children

Children of divorced parents are more likely to have problems such as depression, delinquency, low school performance and social problems. These problems may come as a result of marital conflicts at home or due to the divorce itself.

There are some factors at home that are bad enough that unless they are eliminated a divorce might be better for the children. They may include violence against children or spouse, continuing and open substance abuse, recurring inappropriate expressions of anger for example constantly yelling or destruction of property and continuous involvement of the children between the conflict of the parents. In the absence of one of these factors however, research has found out that in the absence of one of these factors, intact but unhappy homes are on average happier and better than children whose parents have divorced. This is applicable even when parents make all the right decisions to help their children through a divorce.

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Are Divorce Records Public In Utah?

Utah natives may wonder if their divorce records are public. Before I talk about the divorce records being public, I would like to talk about divorce records in general and where we are now.

You can start with the Utah Territorial Divorce Records 1852-1859. Researchers need to know an approximate date or time frame in which divorce took place as well as where the partners were living when the divorce occurred. This will enable them find territorial divorce records. Very few of these records are name-indexed.

Due to this, researchers may find their work of researching taking a lot of time if they lack this information. Between 1852 and 1887, two separate courts had simultaneous power over divorce proceedings, the county Probate Court for each individual county and District Court which covered multiple counties.

Individuals seeking a divorce in Utah between 1852 and 1878 had the liberty to file the case anywhere within the region since there were no laws specifying your residence. Majority of the people from Utah filed their cases within the area that is in their county probate court or area district court.

The good thing is that there were no requirements while filing their cases. A residency requirement was initiated in 1878 whereby there were specifications about the location. This was to affect divorce cases from June 1878. Persons filing for divorce had to file in the County Probate Court which occurred through 1878 or the District Court with dominion over their place of residence.

In 1887, the Probate Courts’ power over divorce cases were removed by the Federal government and so all divorces were filed in the District Court only between 1887 and 1896. District courts had power over several counties. Very few records which have territorial divorce proceedings are name-indexed. Actually not all of them have survived.

Consult multiple series for the same agency when researching divorces: while case files series generally provide the largest amount of information about divorce proceedings, occasionally files do not survive when minute book entries do or vice-versa. Also different record types document different aspects of the case.

Divorce Records, 1896- Present

Divorces must be filed in the county in which at least one of the parties reside at the time the objection is filed. Records of divorces filed since 1896 in many District Courts are still accessed directly through those district courts, though some have made arrangements to store records older than 50 years with the State Archives.

Is Divorce public in Utah?

Yes and No. The Utah State Legislature has made privatized divorce records. This means that if you, as a citizen off the street, takes a stroll down into the Matheson Courthouse down at 450 South State Street, Salt Lake City, Utah and walk into the court clerk’s office and ask for divorce filings, he or she would certainly not agree.

This is to mean that divorce records are private. If you have been divorced for a number of years in Utah, there is a set of data in which you can search or even ask the court clerk to find it for you in the database. In addition to this, it is possible to search and see if someone has documented a divorce or if there is any ruling regarding divorce that has been entered.

It is good to confirm the divorce decrees especially if you are dating a person claiming to be a divorcee. You will be able to see if he or she has divorce records or if they are not being honest with you. This will save you a lot of future trouble in your relationship or marriage especially if the person is lying to you about his or her divorce.

You will be able to make a good decision with all the facts at hand. There is an added advantage to an attorney or guardian ad litem since they can access since they can access court documentations by filing a ‘Notice of Appearance’ or ‘Appearance of Counsel’. Notice of Appearance is a document from an attorney or parties to show the court your involvement in the case. If you represent one of the parties in court then through the Notice of Appearance you should be allowed to see the information in the court docket which contains both decided and pending cases. It may also contain all pleadings. In addition to that, if the case is yours meaning that you are the one seeking the divorce or the Respondent, you are entitled to see the court file since the case is yours.

Parents, siblings, grandparents or grandchildren may also place a request. Only them can be allowed to make such requests. In Utah, divorce papers are concealed.

However, the digital era has made it possible to access information online. The information can be obtained in certain websites. You can access if you have viable data concerning the city, county and state.

Divorce records database are maintained by many companies and allow users through the internet access their websites.

It is important to become a member of authenticated and secure website. Free information is also available but is basic and does not provide enough information. It is good to choose the best website to get sufficient information.

Records That Are Essential To The State of Utah

All vital records in the state of Utah concerning the citizen’s’ most important life events are maintained in The Office of Vital Records. These crucial records may include: birth certificates, marriage licenses and death certificates. The records are usually assembled and stored in permanent central registry state entities. These records are used to compile data that is, developing statistical analysis of the population of Utah.

Birth Records

Birth records are contained in a birth certificate. They are usually written when a child is born. A birth certificate can either be the original document showing or confirming the birth or a photocopy of the original birth certificate which still has the information on birth. The birth records catalogs of the state of Utah are divided into these categories: early-1905 and late-1905. When it comes to early-1905 category, all records were collected from Utah church registers not forgetting the county records of essential statistics which provide the earliest evidence of birth. Majority of the clerks kept better records in the final years of the 1890s. The records from these times are kept and found at the Utah Family Library History and Utah State Archives. In the second category which is 1905- present day, records are kept and found at the Utah Office of Vital Records and Statistics.

Death Records

When a person dies records are also kept to show that he or she no longer exists. A death record has more or less of the information in the death certificate. Some states such as California have two categories through which death records are managed. These may include; County records and State records. Collected from Utah counties represents every record contained in the county records. These records contain microfilmed copies of the original records obtained from many counties to the Utah Bureau of Vital Records. When it comes to the second category, records are collected yearly at the Utah Department of Health.

Marriage and Divorce Records

The government of Utah issues a marriage or divorce record only after civil registration of the marriage or divorce occurs. The record is usually issued by a government official. Civil registration of marriage was not necessary or was not a requirement in Utah until 1887. This does not mean that there are no records of marriage prior to 1887. Some of them are in the justice of the peace or probate court records. These early marriages records were usually interfiled with other court matters. Most of these court records are now at either the county clerk’s office or the the Utah State Archives. The Family History Library has pre-1887 court records for a number of Utah counties. There were over two thousand divorces from 1847 to 1877.

If we take a look during the territorial period, the federal district courts had power over divorce cases from the year 1852 to 1895. The probate courts also had dominion from 1852 to 1887. After 1896, power over divorce was given to state district courts. Currently divorce records are kept at the Utah State Department of Health. A law by the name the Utah Government Records Access and Management Act in 1991 was passed by the Utah State Legislature.

This law was enabled in 1997 and its aim is to ensure that court records and other public records are disclosed to the public. This law has been of assistance since any citizen can request to see all public records via the assigned specialized offices within the set terms.

For years it has been reported that Utah has a higher than average divorce rate but census data shows that Utah’s men and women are least likely to be divorced. This is the reason why: Utahns get remarried faster and those second or third marriages seem to last.

Due to this, Utah has the fifth- lowest and percentage of divorced men, at 8.2 percent, and the fourth lowest percentage for women at 10.2. The factor that distinguishes Utah from other states is that its residents get married at an earlier age compared to residents of other states in the same nation. Due to that, Utah has slew of young divorced couples who have a higher probability to re-enter the dating world than a person whose marriage breaks later in life.

Age is a great determinant after divorce because it determines if you will be remarried or not. In addition to this, The Church of Latter-day Saints plays a big role in all of Utah’s marriage and divorce statistics. The Mormon faith also encourages marriage at a young age and puts a lot of emphasis on the marriage institution.

This greatly challenges divorced and widowed Mormons to get back into dating. This is a good explanation why Utah has a higher percentage of people who have or are married. According to the information from 2013 census in Utah, 73 percent of Utah women and 68 percent of Utah men have been married at least once, while nationwide, 70 percent of women and 64 percent of men have tied the knot.

Ten Cities In Utah With The Highest Divorce Rates

1. Vernal 2. Washington Terrace 3. Ogden 4. Moab 5. Sunset 6. Murray 7. Price 8. Midvale 9. Roy 10. South Salt Lake

If you can, you should try to avoid divorice. This is because divorce has disadvantages such as: 1. It reduces living standards When divorce occurs it usually results into two families where there was one family. It is usually said that two are better than one. When there was unity or before the divorce both partners use to support the family using their income but now that the family has split up the living standards will lower since each partner will be supporting himself or herself wherever she is living. If you had a lavish lifestyle you will start watching your budget and being keen on how you spend your money.

2. Divorce changes relationships

It is obvious that your relationship with your ex will change. Apart from the spouse, your relationship with his or her family and relatives will change. Divorce can make you lose people who at one time were the dearest to you.

This usually happens when friends take sides and start viewing you as the worst person. After divorcing, the divorcees find themselves distancing themselves from married people. They mostly stay with single people so as to get a little comfort.

3. Divorce Hurts Children

Children of divorced parents are more likely to have problems such as depression, delinquency, low school performance and social problems. These problems may come as a result of marital conflicts at home or due to the divorce itself.

There are some factors at home that are bad enough that unless they are eliminated a divorce might be better for the children. They may include violence against children or spouse, continuing and open substance abuse, recurring inappropriate expressions of anger for example constantly yelling or destruction of property and continuous involvement of the children between the conflict of the parents. In the absence of one of these factors however, research has found out that in the absence of one of these factors, intact but unhappy homes are on average happier and better than children whose parents have divorced. This is applicable even when parents make all the right decisions to help their children through a divorce.

Free Consultation with Divorce Lawyer in Utah

If you have a question about divorce law or if you need to start or defend against a divorce case in Utah call Ascent Law at (801) 676-5506 for your free consultation. We want to help you.

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Are Divorce Records Public In Utah?

Utah natives may wonder if their divorce records are public. Before I talk about the divorce records being public, I would like to talk about divorce records in general and where we are now.

You can start with the Utah Territorial Divorce Records 1852-1859. Researchers need to know an approximate date or time frame in which divorce took place as well as where the partners were living when the divorce occurred. This will enable them find territorial divorce records. Very few of these records are name-indexed.

Due to this, researchers may find their work of researching taking a lot of time if they lack this information. Between 1852 and 1887, two separate courts had simultaneous power over divorce proceedings, the county Probate Court for each individual county and District Court which covered multiple counties.

Individuals seeking a divorce in Utah between 1852 and 1878 had the liberty to file the case anywhere within the region since there were no laws specifying your residence. Majority of the people from Utah filed their cases within the area that is in their county probate court or area district court.

The good thing is that there were no requirements while filing their cases. A residency requirement was initiated in 1878 whereby there were specifications about the location. This was to affect divorce cases from June 1878. Persons filing for divorce had to file in the County Probate Court which occurred through 1878 or the District Court with dominion over their place of residence.

In 1887, the Probate Courts’ power over divorce cases were removed by the Federal government and so all divorces were filed in the District Court only between 1887 and 1896. District courts had power over several counties. Very few records which have territorial divorce proceedings are name-indexed. Actually not all of them have survived.

Consult multiple series for the same agency when researching divorces: while case files series generally provide the largest amount of information about divorce proceedings, occasionally files do not survive when minute book entries do or vice-versa. Also different record types document different aspects of the case.

Divorce Records, 1896- Present

Divorces must be filed in the county in which at least one of the parties reside at the time the objection is filed. Records of divorces filed since 1896 in many District Courts are still accessed directly through those district courts, though some have made arrangements to store records older than 50 years with the State Archives.

Is Divorce public in Utah?

Yes and No. The Utah State Legislature has made privatized divorce records. This means that if you, as a citizen off the street, takes a stroll down into the Matheson Courthouse down at 450 South State Street, Salt Lake City, Utah and walk into the court clerk’s office and ask for divorce filings, he or she would certainly not agree.

This is to mean that divorce records are private. If you have been divorced for a number of years in Utah, there is a set of data in which you can search or even ask the court clerk to find it for you in the database. In addition to this, it is possible to search and see if someone has documented a divorce or if there is any ruling regarding divorce that has been entered.

It is good to confirm the divorce decrees especially if you are dating a person claiming to be a divorcee. You will be able to see if he or she has divorce records or if they are not being honest with you. This will save you a lot of future trouble in your relationship or marriage especially if the person is lying to you about his or her divorce.

You will be able to make a good decision with all the facts at hand. There is an added advantage to an attorney or guardian ad litem since they can access since they can access court documentations by filing a ‘Notice of Appearance’ or ‘Appearance of Counsel’. Notice of Appearance is a document from an attorney or parties to show the court your involvement in the case. If you represent one of the parties in court then through the Notice of Appearance you should be allowed to see the information in the court docket which contains both decided and pending cases. It may also contain all pleadings. In addition to that, if the case is yours meaning that you are the one seeking the divorce or the Respondent, you are entitled to see the court file since the case is yours.

Parents, siblings, grandparents or grandchildren may also place a request. Only them can be allowed to make such requests. In Utah, divorce papers are concealed.

However, the digital era has made it possible to access information online. The information can be obtained in certain websites. You can access if you have viable data concerning the city, county and state.

Divorce records database are maintained by many companies and allow users through the internet access their websites.

It is important to become a member of authenticated and secure website. Free information is also available but is basic and does not provide enough information. It is good to choose the best website to get sufficient information.

Records That Are Essential To The State of Utah

All vital records in the state of Utah concerning the citizen’s’ most important life events are maintained in The Office of Vital Records. These crucial records may include: birth certificates, marriage licenses and death certificates. The records are usually assembled and stored in permanent central registry state entities. These records are used to compile data that is, developing statistical analysis of the population of Utah.

Birth Records

Birth records are contained in a birth certificate. They are usually written when a child is born. A birth certificate can either be the original document showing or confirming the birth or a photocopy of the original birth certificate which still has the information on birth. The birth records catalogs of the state of Utah are divided into these categories: early-1905 and late-1905. When it comes to early-1905 category, all records were collected from Utah church registers not forgetting the county records of essential statistics which provide the earliest evidence of birth. Majority of the clerks kept better records in the final years of the 1890s. The records from these times are kept and found at the Utah Family Library History and Utah State Archives. In the second category which is 1905- present day, records are kept and found at the Utah Office of Vital Records and Statistics.

Death Records

When a person dies records are also kept to show that he or she no longer exists. A death record has more or less of the information in the death certificate. Some states such as California have two categories through which death records are managed. These may include; County records and State records. Collected from Utah counties represents every record contained in the county records. These records contain microfilmed copies of the original records obtained from many counties to the Utah Bureau of Vital Records. When it comes to the second category, records are collected yearly at the Utah Department of Health.

Marriage and Divorce Records

The government of Utah issues a marriage or divorce record only after civil registration of the marriage or divorce occurs. The record is usually issued by a government official. Civil registration of marriage was not necessary or was not a requirement in Utah until 1887. This does not mean that there are no records of marriage prior to 1887. Some of them are in the justice of the peace or probate court records. These early marriages records were usually interfiled with other court matters. Most of these court records are now at either the county clerk’s office or the the Utah State Archives. The Family History Library has pre-1887 court records for a number of Utah counties. There were over two thousand divorces from 1847 to 1877.

If we take a look during the territorial period, the federal district courts had power over divorce cases from the year 1852 to 1895. The probate courts also had dominion from 1852 to 1887. After 1896, power over divorce was given to state district courts. Currently divorce records are kept at the Utah State Department of Health. A law by the name the Utah Government Records Access and Management Act in 1991 was passed by the Utah State Legislature.

This law was enabled in 1997 and its aim is to ensure that court records and other public records are disclosed to the public. This law has been of assistance since any citizen can request to see all public records via the assigned specialized offices within the set terms.

For years it has been reported that Utah has a higher than average divorce rate but census data shows that Utah’s men and women are least likely to be divorced. This is the reason why: Utahns get remarried faster and those second or third marriages seem to last.

Due to this, Utah has the fifth- lowest and percentage of divorced men, at 8.2 percent, and the fourth lowest percentage for women at 10.2. The factor that distinguishes Utah from other states is that its residents get married at an earlier age compared to residents of other states in the same nation. Due to that, Utah has slew of young divorced couples who have a higher probability to re-enter the dating world than a person whose marriage breaks later in life.

Age is a great determinant after divorce because it determines if you will be remarried or not. In addition to this, The Church of Latter-day Saints plays a big role in all of Utah’s marriage and divorce statistics. The Mormon faith also encourages marriage at a young age and puts a lot of emphasis on the marriage institution.

This greatly challenges divorced and widowed Mormons to get back into dating. This is a good explanation why Utah has a higher percentage of people who have or are married. According to the information from 2013 census in Utah, 73 percent of Utah women and 68 percent of Utah men have been married at least once, while nationwide, 70 percent of women and 64 percent of men have tied the knot.

Ten Cities In Utah With The Highest Divorce Rates

1. Vernal 2. Washington Terrace 3. Ogden 4. Moab 5. Sunset 6. Murray 7. Price 8. Midvale 9. Roy 10. South Salt Lake

If you can, you should try to avoid divorice. This is because divorce has disadvantages such as: 1. It reduces living standards When divorce occurs it usually results into two families where there was one family. It is usually said that two are better than one. When there was unity or before the divorce both partners use to support the family using their income but now that the family has split up the living standards will lower since each partner will be supporting himself or herself wherever she is living. If you had a lavish lifestyle you will start watching your budget and being keen on how you spend your money.

2. Divorce changes relationships

It is obvious that your relationship with your ex will change. Apart from the spouse, your relationship with his or her family and relatives will change. Divorce can make you lose people who at one time were the dearest to you.

This usually happens when friends take sides and start viewing you as the worst person. After divorcing, the divorcees find themselves distancing themselves from married people. They mostly stay with single people so as to get a little comfort.

3. Divorce Hurts Children

Children of divorced parents are more likely to have problems such as depression, delinquency, low school performance and social problems. These problems may come as a result of marital conflicts at home or due to the divorce itself.

There are some factors at home that are bad enough that unless they are eliminated a divorce might be better for the children. They may include violence against children or spouse, continuing and open substance abuse, recurring inappropriate expressions of anger for example constantly yelling or destruction of property and continuous involvement of the children between the conflict of the parents. In the absence of one of these factors however, research has found out that in the absence of one of these factors, intact but unhappy homes are on average happier and better than children whose parents have divorced. This is applicable even when parents make all the right decisions to help their children through a divorce.

Free Consultation with Divorce Lawyer in Utah

If you have a question about divorce law or if you need to start or defend against a divorce case in Utah call Ascent Law at (801) 676-5506 for your free consultation. We want to help you.

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Are Divorce Records Public In Utah?

Utah natives may wonder if their divorce records are public. Before I talk about the divorce records being public, I would like to talk about divorce records in general and where we are now.

You can start with the Utah Territorial Divorce Records 1852-1859. Researchers need to know an approximate date or time frame in which divorce took place as well as where the partners were living when the divorce occurred. This will enable them find territorial divorce records. Very few of these records are name-indexed.

Due to this, researchers may find their work of researching taking a lot of time if they lack this information. Between 1852 and 1887, two separate courts had simultaneous power over divorce proceedings, the county Probate Court for each individual county and District Court which covered multiple counties.

Individuals seeking a divorce in Utah between 1852 and 1878 had the liberty to file the case anywhere within the region since there were no laws specifying your residence. Majority of the people from Utah filed their cases within the area that is in their county probate court or area district court.

The good thing is that there were no requirements while filing their cases. A residency requirement was initiated in 1878 whereby there were specifications about the location. This was to affect divorce cases from June 1878. Persons filing for divorce had to file in the County Probate Court which occurred through 1878 or the District Court with dominion over their place of residence.

In 1887, the Probate Courts’ power over divorce cases were removed by the Federal government and so all divorces were filed in the District Court only between 1887 and 1896. District courts had power over several counties. Very few records which have territorial divorce proceedings are name-indexed. Actually not all of them have survived.

Consult multiple series for the same agency when researching divorces: while case files series generally provide the largest amount of information about divorce proceedings, occasionally files do not survive when minute book entries do or vice-versa. Also different record types document different aspects of the case.

Divorce Records, 1896- Present

Divorces must be filed in the county in which at least one of the parties reside at the time the objection is filed. Records of divorces filed since 1896 in many District Courts are still accessed directly through those district courts, though some have made arrangements to store records older than 50 years with the State Archives.

Is Divorce public in Utah?

Yes and No. The Utah State Legislature has made privatized divorce records. This means that if you, as a citizen off the street, takes a stroll down into the Matheson Courthouse down at 450 South State Street, Salt Lake City, Utah and walk into the court clerk’s office and ask for divorce filings, he or she would certainly not agree.

This is to mean that divorce records are private. If you have been divorced for a number of years in Utah, there is a set of data in which you can search or even ask the court clerk to find it for you in the database. In addition to this, it is possible to search and see if someone has documented a divorce or if there is any ruling regarding divorce that has been entered.

It is good to confirm the divorce decrees especially if you are dating a person claiming to be a divorcee. You will be able to see if he or she has divorce records or if they are not being honest with you. This will save you a lot of future trouble in your relationship or marriage especially if the person is lying to you about his or her divorce.

You will be able to make a good decision with all the facts at hand. There is an added advantage to an attorney or guardian ad litem since they can access since they can access court documentations by filing a ‘Notice of Appearance’ or ‘Appearance of Counsel’. Notice of Appearance is a document from an attorney or parties to show the court your involvement in the case. If you represent one of the parties in court then through the Notice of Appearance you should be allowed to see the information in the court docket which contains both decided and pending cases. It may also contain all pleadings. In addition to that, if the case is yours meaning that you are the one seeking the divorce or the Respondent, you are entitled to see the court file since the case is yours.

Parents, siblings, grandparents or grandchildren may also place a request. Only them can be allowed to make such requests. In Utah, divorce papers are concealed.

However, the digital era has made it possible to access information online. The information can be obtained in certain websites. You can access if you have viable data concerning the city, county and state.

Divorce records database are maintained by many companies and allow users through the internet access their websites.

It is important to become a member of authenticated and secure website. Free information is also available but is basic and does not provide enough information. It is good to choose the best website to get sufficient information.

Records That Are Essential To The State of Utah

All vital records in the state of Utah concerning the citizen’s’ most important life events are maintained in The Office of Vital Records. These crucial records may include: birth certificates, marriage licenses and death certificates. The records are usually assembled and stored in permanent central registry state entities. These records are used to compile data that is, developing statistical analysis of the population of Utah.

Birth Records

Birth records are contained in a birth certificate. They are usually written when a child is born. A birth certificate can either be the original document showing or confirming the birth or a photocopy of the original birth certificate which still has the information on birth. The birth records catalogs of the state of Utah are divided into these categories: early-1905 and late-1905. When it comes to early-1905 category, all records were collected from Utah church registers not forgetting the county records of essential statistics which provide the earliest evidence of birth. Majority of the clerks kept better records in the final years of the 1890s. The records from these times are kept and found at the Utah Family Library History and Utah State Archives. In the second category which is 1905- present day, records are kept and found at the Utah Office of Vital Records and Statistics.

Death Records

When a person dies records are also kept to show that he or she no longer exists. A death record has more or less of the information in the death certificate. Some states such as California have two categories through which death records are managed. These may include; County records and State records. Collected from Utah counties represents every record contained in the county records. These records contain microfilmed copies of the original records obtained from many counties to the Utah Bureau of Vital Records. When it comes to the second category, records are collected yearly at the Utah Department of Health.

Marriage and Divorce Records

The government of Utah issues a marriage or divorce record only after civil registration of the marriage or divorce occurs. The record is usually issued by a government official. Civil registration of marriage was not necessary or was not a requirement in Utah until 1887. This does not mean that there are no records of marriage prior to 1887. Some of them are in the justice of the peace or probate court records. These early marriages records were usually interfiled with other court matters. Most of these court records are now at either the county clerk’s office or the the Utah State Archives. The Family History Library has pre-1887 court records for a number of Utah counties. There were over two thousand divorces from 1847 to 1877.

If we take a look during the territorial period, the federal district courts had power over divorce cases from the year 1852 to 1895. The probate courts also had dominion from 1852 to 1887. After 1896, power over divorce was given to state district courts. Currently divorce records are kept at the Utah State Department of Health. A law by the name the Utah Government Records Access and Management Act in 1991 was passed by the Utah State Legislature.

This law was enabled in 1997 and its aim is to ensure that court records and other public records are disclosed to the public. This law has been of assistance since any citizen can request to see all public records via the assigned specialized offices within the set terms.

For years it has been reported that Utah has a higher than average divorce rate but census data shows that Utah’s men and women are least likely to be divorced. This is the reason why: Utahns get remarried faster and those second or third marriages seem to last.

Due to this, Utah has the fifth- lowest and percentage of divorced men, at 8.2 percent, and the fourth lowest percentage for women at 10.2. The factor that distinguishes Utah from other states is that its residents get married at an earlier age compared to residents of other states in the same nation. Due to that, Utah has slew of young divorced couples who have a higher probability to re-enter the dating world than a person whose marriage breaks later in life.

Age is a great determinant after divorce because it determines if you will be remarried or not. In addition to this, The Church of Latter-day Saints plays a big role in all of Utah’s marriage and divorce statistics. The Mormon faith also encourages marriage at a young age and puts a lot of emphasis on the marriage institution.

This greatly challenges divorced and widowed Mormons to get back into dating. This is a good explanation why Utah has a higher percentage of people who have or are married. According to the information from 2013 census in Utah, 73 percent of Utah women and 68 percent of Utah men have been married at least once, while nationwide, 70 percent of women and 64 percent of men have tied the knot.

Ten Cities In Utah With The Highest Divorce Rates

1. Vernal 2. Washington Terrace 3. Ogden 4. Moab 5. Sunset 6. Murray 7. Price 8. Midvale 9. Roy 10. South Salt Lake

If you can, you should try to avoid divorice. This is because divorce has disadvantages such as: 1. It reduces living standards When divorce occurs it usually results into two families where there was one family. It is usually said that two are better than one. When there was unity or before the divorce both partners use to support the family using their income but now that the family has split up the living standards will lower since each partner will be supporting himself or herself wherever she is living. If you had a lavish lifestyle you will start watching your budget and being keen on how you spend your money.

2. Divorce changes relationships

It is obvious that your relationship with your ex will change. Apart from the spouse, your relationship with his or her family and relatives will change. Divorce can make you lose people who at one time were the dearest to you.

This usually happens when friends take sides and start viewing you as the worst person. After divorcing, the divorcees find themselves distancing themselves from married people. They mostly stay with single people so as to get a little comfort.

3. Divorce Hurts Children

Children of divorced parents are more likely to have problems such as depression, delinquency, low school performance and social problems. These problems may come as a result of marital conflicts at home or due to the divorce itself.

There are some factors at home that are bad enough that unless they are eliminated a divorce might be better for the children. They may include violence against children or spouse, continuing and open substance abuse, recurring inappropriate expressions of anger for example constantly yelling or destruction of property and continuous involvement of the children between the conflict of the parents. In the absence of one of these factors however, research has found out that in the absence of one of these factors, intact but unhappy homes are on average happier and better than children whose parents have divorced. This is applicable even when parents make all the right decisions to help their children through a divorce.

Free Consultation with Divorce Lawyer in Utah

If you have a question about divorce law or if you need to start or defend against a divorce case in Utah call Ascent Law at (801) 676-5506 for your free consultation. We want to help you.

Ascent Law LLC 8833 S. Redwood Road, Suite C West Jordan, Utah 84088 United States Telephone: (801) 676-5506

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