#and added a read more cause she was getting kinda long

[loaksbitch]

the long awaited part two is here! — imagine neteyam is now suffering from his own actions, everything turning to a hell for him, he’s even distant to his family… and you? you’ve decide this is enough and feel like you don’t belong here so you tell neteyam you’re leaving the clan soon and neteyam feels like salt is added to his open wound when he hears about that.

warning – neteyam cries 2.0 (i’m evil, i know) angst angst angst! mention of y/n’s adoptive mom, nete kinda slips from his own body and loses control, nete stills cause oc with pet names :(, vulgar language, did i mention its angst? yeah maybe i did but again we have ANGST!! 3.1k wc.

“i can’t trust you” — neteyam sully (★,꩜)

part (one) – (three) — (four) of this series.

right after you left the love of your life, where you gave yourself to him, you couldn’t stop crying mess.

rage, confusion and pain blinding your eyes you didn’t care how the na’vi gave you glances every time you passed them without greetings given back.

you’re now in front of your mother’s shelter and swallow the lump on your throat not wanting her to see you like that. you push yourself inside and turn your face to the side so she won’t notice your puffy eyes.

“hi ma,” you greet her and her ears instantly perk up at your warm tone. “my sweet child, you cam– what’s wrong?” she knew you like no one did, you adoptive mother read you like a book.

when she finally asks what’s wrong you instantly breakdown in front of her, “mama.” you cry as the na’vi stumbles to you hurriedly, “what is it baby? what’s wrong?” she keeps wiping the tears that fall

this felt like the first time she found you lost in the woods, right after your biological mom abandoned you.

crying, scared and open.

“it hurts, make it stop ma, please make it stop.” your chest heaves up and down. your mother instantly knew something happened between you and neteyam, of course she’d know about the two of you.

“he…” you can’t even finish the sentence, “lied, he lied.” you struggled and your mother sighs

“oh my baby,” she pulls you for a hug and you hide your face into the crook of her neck crying again. no matter how she tighten her hold on your violently trembling body, she couldn’t stop the shattering feeling of your heart

you stood there hugged and vulnerable, seeking for comfort from your mother.

then there’s neteyam, who got to deal with the pain he created alone and secretly, he didn’t even get the chance to cry or comfort himself.

your words echoing in his drained mind, neteyam climbs back to his hammock. “i. hate. you.” those three words were enough to convince him you really do hate him. neteyam lied to you and you hated being lied, he knew everyone from your childhood lied to you

he knew it took you so much of sacrifice to give him a chance, he knew yet he destroyed you, he destroyed your heart. he can never forgive himself for that and he doesn’t want you to forgive him either.

neteyam chooses to suffer double than watch you break like that? he actually wishes you’d kill him right now but then again he deserves to live with this pain.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers as if you’re next to him and hearing him apologize. neteyam leans on the tree that’s helping the hammock stand in the middle of his room and slowly slides down to sit on the mat

“i’m so sorry, princess.” he knew you’ll never let him in again.

neteyam brings his legs to his chest and puts his arms on his knees before using them to lay his head. silent yet deep sobs left his lips as his chest tightened.

how was he supposed to live without you? without your skin against his? without your scent in him, without your smile to start his day… most importantly, without your love.

and now that neteyam have came to realize that, the perfect little solider has finally became defeated.

“i’m sorry.” he kept apologizing as he drifted to sleep, his beautiful face stained with tears.

and now five days passed, neteyam became distant with his family. no more breakfast eating with them, no more tuk and him moment, no more staying up all night with lo’ak and kiri to cause trouble.

no more in love with everything and colorful neteyam.

and his mother didn’t fail to notice him, notice how his behavior has changed. “something’s wrong with our son, ma jake, there’s something so wrong.” jake hums thinking neteyam is just getting more and more stronger and only practicing

“he’s just focusing on himself and training my love, you don’t have to worry.” jake says as he sharpens his weapons for the next war party

“no, you don’t understand” neytiri places her hand on jakes shoulder worriedly as their son kept himself inside his hammock, not wanting to interact with anyone of them. “he barely eats and drinks, barely plays with tuk she even started to ask for him.”

neytiri continued, “all he does is spend time on training, overworks himself and sneaks inside at midnight thinking i wouldn’t notice.”

jake frowns, this was new.

“neteyam started sneaking?” jake’s surprised tone makes netyiri sigh. he’s not taking things serious. “ma jake.” she warns when he tries to joke with a “neteyam’s finally being a spoiled brat huh?”

“okay okay, sorry but i’ll talk to him” jake cups his mates face and smiles, “maybe he’s having a hard time with being the future leader of the clan,” jake sighs “or maybe his new mate? he’s trying build some muscle, baby, don’t overthink it.”

neytiri only closes her eyes as they’re both sat in their hammock. “alright.” she voiced out.

right when jake was about to place a kiss on his wife’s lips, neteyam pulls the hanging fabric to the slide and walked straight to the front door. both his parents flinch at his sudden appearance.

“where you going, son?” both of them ask in unison making neteyam halt his steps.

“training and hunting.” he doesn’t turn to face them and neytiri insists. “you’ve been going out too much lately, nete’ don’t you think you need a break?”

“i’m fine mother.” with that being said, neteyam leaves the hammock while jake comforts his wife whose eyes tear up in worry.

neteyam didn’t fail to notice how his mother sounded worried and he hated that he caused that, but he doesn’t want them to figure out what’s wrong. he can’t risk your safety if they find out without you two communicating.

what if they hurt you? what will he do?

“look who’s finally out,” familiar voice sips to neteyam’s ears and neteyam closes his eyes, can they not just leave him alone? no, not really. lo’ak chuckles as he swings down the branch he was hanging on and jumps next to his brother

“where’re you going big bro?” lo’ak asks but gets ignored, “hey, you know i’m talking to you…”

“leave him skxawng, he’s in his emo arc.” kiri lets a sarcastic laugh out making the heartbroken man annoyed. “yeah? he’s seriously ignoring his one and only siblings” lo’ak keeps pushing his older brother

“can you guys leave? i want to be alone if you can’t see.” neteyam hisses under his breath but it falls to deaf ears. “damn bro, look at those growing muscles.” lo’ak turns to his sister and chuckles

“must be for his future mate, äyea.”

now lo’ak did a little bit of a mistake here, neteyam was now breathing through his nose, jaw clenched as he got his brother pinned to one of the trees. “i fucking told you to leave me alone, didn’t i? and don’t even dare to bring that name up here, again.”

lo’ak’s eyes are widened when his brother has him pinned to the tree, something dangerous flashes in his amber eyes and lo’ak lets a soft gasp out before being his hands up on air as a surrender.

“can you two stop? you guys are so immature.” kiri huffs out but neteyam only glares at his brother, “neteyam!” she calls out and once neteyam gains himself back, his eyes widens at the state. “shit, sorry.” his ears flatten, “i’m sorry lo’ak.”

both siblings take a glance at each other and lo’ak awkwardly chuckles. “it’s all good bro, you okay?” neteyam only nods before pushing himself out far away from everyone.

everywhere he goes, he kept hurting people and it’s destroying him.

once he was far enough from everyone he couldn’t help but allow himself to walk to the familiar place he finds comfort. the first place he saw you and got swept with love right away.

meanwhile neteyam was walking there you’ve actually managed to leave your hammock after days, well not managed but your mother was the one who threw you out to take some fresh air and communicate with eywa for a while

you couldn’t help but let you feet wander and take you to one of the places that are dear to you in pandora and your village. it was the shores that had glowing fish. the first time you met neteyam and you got your whole body woken up with butterflies.

you’re squat and twirling your hand in the edge of the ocean when you softly giggle as the glowing fish touches your hand with its soft fins. but that giggle didn’t live long when instant memories flood your mind.

“this one is honestly pretty.” you watch the glowing fish circle your feet that’s dipped in the ocean with your man next to you and you hear him hum agreeing but his eyes were only on you

“it really is.” he murmurs and when you notice it, you can’t help but realize your cheeks are heated up.

that was when you two shared your first kiss, of course it was a shy moment but on eywa you swore how good neteyam was, he was basically eating your face. “nete,” you’d sigh to his mouth when he leans and pressed his forehead against yours.

“it’s okay, it’s okay.” he would calm you by pulling you close to him as you’re both hanging your legs in the ocean. he would always place kisses on your skin every time you panic, thinking you’re doing something wrong

you missed that moment, you miss him but you can’t let those feelings win over and forget what he did.

you pull your hands out from the water, pushing those memories away and adjust your balance while you’re still squat and put your chin on your knees. “i miss him,” you speak and watch the fish wiggle around and smile, “you miss him too?” you ask it as if it would reply

you didn’t notice the subtle movement that’s made behind you in the woods as you talk to the animal you playfully adopted as your child with neteyam

neteyam in other hand freezes at his spot when he notice your familiar figure by the edge of the ocean. you’re silent before you let a soft giggle out and neteyam breathes out a laugh as he felt his eyes whelm

he really missed that sound of yours.

“i miss him,” your words catch his ears and his tail swings side to side like a dog. “you miss him too?” you ask as if you’re talking to someone and neteyam catches the fish you two jokingly adopted wiggling at your touch

his heart swells up with emotions.

you still haven’t noticed your used to be man watching you from the woods and sigh before deciding it’s time to leave, you need to distract yourself before you soon start to cry again

once you’re up on your feet, you turn around and your eyes catch the shadow of the tall figure with its tail moving. you let a loud scream out, startled and stumble on your feet only to trip and fall to the ocean.

“fuck!” neteyam curses when your eyes catch his and you’re instantly falling to the water.

“no, no, no!” neteyam was quick to run to you, you suddenly feel someone pull you and snoop you to their arms around your body before stomping out of the water to get you out of there

you’re confused and want to know who it is until a familiar scent helps you recognize who that was, you wanted to call his name out so badly but you just kept yourself silent until he got you to the sand.

once neteyam places you on your feet, you’re bombed with question about safety.

“did you get hurt? want me to carry you? baby, talk to me!” you don’t miss the pet name and don’t know know which to answer. “can you shut up?” you ask and he instantly obeys, “mhm.”

“i’m okay, thanks.” you’re curious to know what he was doing here.

“what’re you doing here?”

“what are you doing here?” he questiones back and your stomach drops. ‘because i miss you?’ you wanted to say but chose to stay silent and start to leave when neteyam suddenly grabs your hand. you’re stood there for a moment before you’re slowly turning to give him a deadly glare.

“what did i say about touching me?”

you’re so dominant it drives him insane, but neteyam heard you say you’re missing him and he has now some hope to relay that you still love him. “can we talk?” his voice is almost silent when he says that

“there’s nothing to talk about.” you dryly reply

neteyam nods and adjust the bow on him he brought for hunting, letting go of your wrist and you instantly miss the warmth but doesn’t show it. “i want to explain that–“

“you don’t need to explain yourself to me like you owe me something neteyam, it’s over for us.” you watch him battle himself from breaking down and swallows hard. you feel the atmosphere turn awkward.

“i heard you, y/n” you glance away from him feeling caught at stealing something. “you said you miss me.” his freckles are glowing and it makes you want to run your fingers on his skin where they exactly are.

“i do miss you” you’re honest and didn’t miss his little whimper when you say that. “but that doesn’t mean i’m not working on to get rid of those feelings.” your words hurt like a bullet being stuck in his chest and neteyam knew that feeling.

“you can’t say that,” he says, ears flattened and eyes hazed with hurt. “i can’t?” you sarcastically remark and scoff before trying to leave. “princes– y/n.” as much as him correctly himself from calling you his princess hurts you, again you manage to cover it up

neteyam feels his heart crack for the thousand times when you flinch away from his touch. “can you stop doing that?”you hiss and he knows you’re trying to protect yourself so bad, neteyam knows this is not you but the stupid shield you try to cover yourself with

“drop the act, y/n stop pushing me away.”

“you’ve a mate and i can’t do that to your future love so don’t touch me.” you’re using his actions against him to protect yourself. neteyam is annoyed now, he was to rip something apart or kill someone.

“look, i know i fucked up but that doesn’t mean…”

“yeah, it doesn’t mean anything, nothing matters.” you say and shut your eyes before taking a deep breath. his next words makes your brain rick in anger.

“can’t you just trust me?!” he dared to raise his voice at you. but in fact, neteyam was only raising his voice up to cover the quivering sound of his voice and stopping himself from crying in front of you

you take a step right to him and click your tongue.

“trust you?” you’re forcefully chuckling now. “i trusted you, neteyam, i trusted you so much but where did that lead me?” you’re poking his chest with your index and neteyam closes his eye before opening them and looking at you

you see something in him shift and realize he’s trying to make a progress.

“i can’t trust you…” you end up whispering the last part. “even if i want to, i just can’t.” you lean to him, dropping you forehead right to his chest and neteyam holds his breath. “i can’t, neteyam. i really can’t.”

as if he didn’t already hate himself more than this, he wishes he would just die at this point. you feel his hands grip your arms and pull you away from him a little far. one hand cups your cheek and he feels you lean to him for warmth.

there, right there was his y/n he knows.

“please,” he’s now begging. “let me make it right.”

you only lean to him to take his warmth one last time before opening your eyes and sighing. “nete’” you watch his breath hitch. “call me that again, please call me that again.”

“nete, i’m leaving.”

neteyam’s body freezes against you, “what?” is the only word he was able to let out. “what do you mean you’re leaving.” it wasn’t even a question, “me and my mom have decided and knows this place isn’t for us.”

you’ve been trying to let him know but you couldn’t until now and you take this opportunity to be close to him for the last time. “i don’t fit here, i’ve to leave.”

“what a..abo…about me?” he was now hyperventilating when he realize why you’ve accepted his touch on your body right now. “you’ve her, you’ve äyea.”

“don’t say that! please don’t say that– i’ve no one except you.” you’re trying to control the tears but neteyam was only making it hard. “neteyam.” your voice is quivering and neteyam shakes his head in denial

“no, don’t you care about me? no! NO!” he’s now holding your arms tight. “neteyam, please don’t make this hard.” you beg as tears start to roll down your pretty skin. “i have to leave!” you yell and neteyam instantly lets you go

he knew he deserved pain but not this one, neteyam didn’t want this he’ll never want this.

“when?” he’s now staring at you numbly. “huh?” you ask confused. “when’re you leaving?” you gulp and think before speaking.

“after your mating ritual, i’ll leave that night after yours and hers…” you stop when he shuts his eyes and blocks your words out. “i’ve to go, i can’t live like this! i don’t want to get hurt anymore.”

neteyam was nodding, stepping back from you. you feel guilty for just dropping it at him like that.

“so you’re saying if i haven’t caught you here i would never know and you would leave me?”

“i’m not leaving you, neteyam, you have äyea.” your words makes him snap.

“I DON’T WANT ÄYEA?!”

“don’t you dare yell at me for protecting myself.” you say and neteyam sniffs angrily. “you know what, i shouldn’t have told to you anything.” you suddenly push past him and walk fast.

neteyam clenches his jaw in anger and pain, no it won’t end like this. he won’t easily let you go like that, never.

enough is enough and nothing will easily end here.

guys it’s 3.1k and i had to stop there yeah? i feel like i might make part 3 and 4 but fr tho should i make it happy ending or sad ending? or maybe alternative ending— i love each and everyone of you sm! mwah!

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[jasmines-library]

Anonymous said:

Live for your writing <3 I’ve read the batfam and I am quite literally obsessed

Could I ask for a piece about the batboys comforting batsis reader because she had/is having a panic attack? thank you so much!!! :D

Fight or Flight

Note: Hello lovely anon! I'm so glad you like my writing. You absolutely can, I hope you enjoy. Also I’m so sorry but I lost the original ask as my tumblr was acting up and I forgot to add tags the first time.

Warnings: Panic attacks, hurt/comfort kinda.

Word Count: 1k (short but sweet)

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

You had been feeling off all week. Not only was it Gotham’s busiest time of the year, which meant that you were constantly on your feet, but you also had a bunch of unfinished assignments to catch up on that were wearing you out. You had stupidly agreed to help Cass finish her assignments on top of your own and the load was becoming overbearing. On top of that, you didn’t have the heart to tell her that you couldn’t do them, which completely added to your stress level as it now meant you had to find the time to finish all of the paperwork.

You were still feeling overwhelmed as you suited up for patrol. You were out with your four brothers and you knew that the night would be busy. Gotham always was this time of year. The five of you had already stopped a few petty crimes and were making your way through the city. The silence that fell over the five of you allowed your mind to wander and you quickly became worked up over your increasingly large to-do-list and you began to hyperventilate. You just wanted to leave, but you knew you couldn’t. Conflicted, your heart began to beat faster and faster and your breathing got shallow and shallower like someone was cutting off your supply and-

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your chest was rising and falling in quick, sharp breaths as you tried to take in air that refused to come. Ridden with panic your body was completely tense as you fell behind your brothers, stopping in your tracks to clutch as your constricting chest. Trying to blink away the flood of tears that just fell heavier, you leaned against the wall. This only made you panic more as you knew that you needed to keep going with the patrol.

Dick had noticed that you had fallen behind. His trained ears noticed the absence of your light and smaller paced steps that contrasted against his and his brothers. He slowed his pace as he glanced behind him to try and spot you. The vigilantes eyes widened when he saw you clutching your chest and leaning desperately against the wall and for a heart-wrenching moment he thought that you had been injured. Turning on his heel he sprinted back toward you alerting your brothers who all followed quickly after seeing the cause of Dick’s sudden change in demeanour.

When they reached you, after what felt like too long but was actually only a matter of seconds covered by long strides, Tim was quick to search you for injury only to come back looking confused with his eyebrows turned down when he found you seemingly unscathed.

“What’s the matter, kid?” He asked frantically “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and tried to give him an answer but all that came out was a ragged sob as you continued to clutch at your chest. Your heart pounded in your chest as you shook, surrounded by your brothers, and suddenly Damian clocked what was happening.

“She’s having a panic attack.”

You nodded somewhat recognisably as your brother's high alert switched off somewhat. Jason took your hands gently, moving them away from your suit that you were clutching and held them gently in his. He then eased you to the floor and crouched in front of you.

“Hey, Y/N/N. Look at me. You’re okay.”

The sound of his gentle voice and the feeling of his leather gloves in your hand grounded you somewhat and you managed to get your eyes to stop looking around sporadically and to focus on him.

“Good. Now deep breaths.” He moved your hand so that it rested over his chest to allow you to feel his steady rhythm.

“In and out, Little Wing. Follow Hood.” Dick added. He was still hovering over you anxiously as Jason tried to calm you down.

As you followed your brother's breathing, you found yours gradually slowing until it somewhat was back to normal.

Damian made his way over and sat down beside you to offer you some comfort. You were feeling slightly dizzy, and noticing he signalled for Dick to grab you some water from his pack. Damian took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re okay, sis.”

You sniffled, wiping away the last of your onslaught of tears. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Wing.” Tim told you. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Dick added. “I’ve totally freaked out during a mission before. We all have. In fact, just last week Damian-”

“Tt. We don’t need to talk about that.” Damian chided, rolling his eyes.

There was a moment of tender silence as you regained your composure before Jason asked:

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged at them, bringing your knees to your chest. “I don’t really know what happened… I guess I’ve just had a bad feeling about tonight and I’ve been so stressed about all of my assignments I still need to write up. I guess it just all caught up to me at the wrong time.”

“Oh kid. I’m sorry none of us have been around to help. We’ve been so caught up in our own stuff that we’ve failed to notice that you might need help too.” Dick told you.

“How about we get you home so you can relax? Hm?”

“But…what about patrol?” You asked, voice raising an octave as you began to panic a little again “We can’t just miss it!”

“Bruce will understand.” Tim reassured you.

“And we’ll help you finish your assignments.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” You protested.

“We’re your brothers, kiddo. It’s what we’re here for.”

[jenosbigtoe]

Hey I love ur blog and ur writing. Could u pls make another alpha jeno 🙏🙏🙏 .....no pressure.

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: step brother!alpha!lee jeno x reader

warnings: exes to lovers, stepcest (don’t read if you’re uncomfortable), abo, masturbation (f), marking, scenting, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex,

a/n: i felt like a part 2 to the one i already made wouldn’t make any sense so i added a twist… i kinda went crazy um it wasn’t supposed to be this long

when you found out your mom was marrying your first love’s, lee jeno’s, dad, you cried for weeks.

“m-mom, why would you do this to me?” you sobbed, tears rolling down your puffy eyes. “you know what he meant to me.”

“well y/n i’m sure you know what it’s like for an unmated omega to live in this world,” she responded, rubbing your back affectionately. “i love his dad and he loves me. we are getting married. it’s not like you’re even together anymore so it shouldn’t even matter.”

you jerked away from the contact and stomped all the way back to your room to cry even harder in your pillow all night.

you and your mother moved into your new stepdad’s house the next month. it all felt so fast. one day you found out your mother was marrying the father of the love of your life and now you’re moving into his house. how were you supposed to face your now stepbrother who was also your ex? the last time you’ve seen him was at that stupid wedding and it seemed he was barely acknowledging your existence. what went wrong between you two? he was the first alpha you ever fell in love with. the only alpha you’ve ever loved. the only alpha you still love. you wanted to be mates with him forever, have pups and a life together. and now he was your stepbrother.

it was torture, living in that house with him. knowing that being in love with your now stepbrother was oh so wrong. god, his scent was everywhere. his scent that has always driven you mad, making you so needy and wanting his affection. you would catch glimpses of him around the house, causing your omega to go crazy inside. he would be in the kitchen drinking a glass of water as you walked in for a snack. he’d be working out in the home gym right when you’d go to use the treadmill. he’d be on the couch, watching a tv show as you passed by the living room to get to the bathroom. every single time you wanted to snuggle up against his body and bury your face in his chest. you wanted him to give you one of his grins reserved only for you and call you his omega again. but he was only ever cordial to you, just acknowledging your presence every time you walked by but never going past that. nothing more than a small smile and a wave when he saw you, making you so upset and frustrated. you wanted him so bad.

as fresh newlyweds, your mom and stepdad decided it was a perfect time to go on a three month long honeymoon in europe and leave you alone with your stepbrother at the house. you begged and pleaded for your mom to just wait a little longer to let you adjust to the new environment before leaving you alone in that house, but she was set on enjoying her time with her new husband. so you were left with lee jeno, your step brother, or in your eyes, your alpha. your mate. the one that got away.

for the first week, you pouted and locked yourself in your room, refusing to leave except to eat or use the bathroom. and you avoided jeno even more than usual. the entire time you’d been living at that house, you and he left each other alone, only communicating when necessary. but your sudden reclusiveness even had him worried, as he knocked on your door many times during your tantrum. but you refused to answer, knowing that if you saw him you would go crazy.

then you had the perfect idea. why don’t you get revenge on your stupid mother for being so selfish and doing this to you? marrying your first love’s dad, making you live under the same roof as your ex and his father that you’ve known for only 2 months, and leaving you alone with said ex for three whole months? and what better way to exact revenge than to get with her new husband’s son? really in your eyes it was a win-win. you would get revenge on your mom for putting you in this position and you would get back with jeno, whom you’re still so in love with. (really it was just a win-win for you but who cares.)

for the next month, you used everything you knew about jeno to slowly drive him crazy over you. you started by wearing the little outfits you knew he loved seeing on you. the first time he saw you wearing a thin tank that showed off your plush tits with his favorite lacy bra, you didn’t miss how his eyes almost bulged out of his head. but jeno was a gentleman and continued treating you like normal. you would wear the skimpiest loungewear—shorts that hugged your ass and barely covered your panties, camis that would squeeze your tits, sometimes even going without a bra to expose your nipples. while jeno seemed like he didn’t notice the sudden change in your attire, you knew him better than that. you noticed every wandering eye, every stare that was just a second too long, every avoided eye contact. sometimes you would see him adjust his pants ever so slightly so you wouldn’t notice his growing erection. but you always did anyways.

you started initiating real conversations with him, asking him about his day and what he’s up to. you got a lot closer and more comfortable with him, and he with you. it seemed you were starting to become almost friends again, despite the weird exes and step siblings thing.

then you moved on to getting physically closer to him. when he was in the kitchen, you’d brush up behind him, making careful sure to press your tits against his back in attempts to scoot past. or he would be watching a movie on the couch and you’d saunter up in your little outfits saying, “ooh, i love this movie. can i watch?” as you plopped yourself next to him. you would complain about being cold and beg to lay under the blankets with him. you would snuggle yourself flush to his body underneath the covers, rubbing your head against his scent gland and scenting yourself. or even at night, sometimes you would knock on his door with fat tears in your eyes saying, “jen, i can’t sleep again. it’s hard trying to adjust living in this new house.” and jeno is so sweet, he’d welcome you with open arms and let you cuddle him in his bed as you fall asleep with a smirk in your face.

“best step brother ever,” you’d sometimes tell him, not missing how his body would tense up at the title.

it seemed like your plan to seduce jeno back into your arms was working, but not at the speed you wanted. by now, you wanted him jumping your bones and fucking you like animals. he should’ve claimed you as his mate once again. but he was set on being a gentleman, always so respectful of your space despite all the signs you were giving him. you saw the lustfilled stares he’d give you when he thought you weren’t looking. you saw how he’d have to adjust his pants to hide his erection when you brush up against his cock or show off your tits and ass.

so you decided to take a risk, in hopes of speeding up the process. you were tired of being so needy for him, knowing he wanted you just as bad. you needed your alpha, who the fuck cares if he was legally your step brother now? he was your mate first.

you knew jeno’s schedule like the back of your hand at this point. so you knew it would be a good 30 minutes before he’d come home from going to the gym with his buddies. taking this fact into consideration, you carefully snuck into jeno’s room. you loved his room so much. everything about it was so him, every little trinket or poster or piece of decor was a piece of lee jeno. his scent drenched the entire room and hit your nose as soon as you walked in, leaving you a melting puddle of mush. you had loved his scent so much, and it was the strongest in his room. you felt your panties dampen with the smell of his sexy intoxicating scent.

you heart was alight with nerves. slowly, you stripped down to just your bra and panties, leaving your shorts and tank on the side of his bed. it was his favorite set, the white lacy bra and matching white lacy panties with a small pink bow resting above your ass. you laid on his bed, turning your head to inhale deeply into his pillow. you let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

slowly, you reached your hand down into your panties. you were already wet just from smelling his scent. you let one hand grope your breasts as you started teasing your hole with your fingers, going around the rim before slightly pumping a finger in and taking it back out. you imagine your fingers to be his, teasing and playing with your leaking pussy so good.

but your fingers were too small, you needed more. you added another finger and another finger, trying to pump them in and out of your pussy to hit that sweet spot but you couldn’t. your fingers couldn’t hit deep enough, couldn’t fill up your pussy like you needed. you were growing frustrated, tears pricked your eyes.

you didn’t even notice him at the door, watching your every move with pupils blown and lustfilled eyes.

“now what do we have here, baby?” jeno growled out, taking slow steps towards your needy body.

you whined and bucked your hips against your hand, one hand squeezing your tit and the other fingers deep inside your cunt. “jen..” you whimpered.

jeno walked over to the bed and crawled on top of your body, taking your hands and pinning them above your head in one hand and gripping your chin tightly with the other hand.

“you tease me for weeks, knowing how crazy you drive me. knowing i can’t do jack shit because you’re supposed to be my ex-girlfriend, my step sister. and now i catch you in my own bed, shoving fingers into your cunt?” he whispered lowly into your ears. you shuddered. he sounded pissed. and you loved it.

you rubbed your legs together. “oops,” you feigned innocence. at this point, your pussy was sopping and dripping onto the sheets below.

he spat out a “that’s it” and ripped your underwear clean off. he used your ripped panties to bound your wrists above your head. “don’t fucking move, brat,” he warned, as he stripped off his own clothes. “you’re getting it this time.”

your heart was about to beat out of your chest. this is what you’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. when he pulled out his angry cock, you almost drooled. he was so so big, tip red and drooling, veins running up and down his curved shaft. and his balls were so big and heavy. you wondered how he ever managed tk fit inside your little pussy, but he was your mate. of course he was going to fit.

with one deep thrust, he bottomed out in your tight cunt. you screamed in delight, body squirming and thrashing beneath his powerful thrusts. he used his strength to pin your hips down and prevent you from moving away from his thrusts, thick muscles bulging from effort.

“oh fuck,” you moaned out.

he put your legs up on your shoulders and smacked your ass. “fuck this pussy is just as good as i remember.”

he went impossibly harder and faster with every thrust. lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and heavy pants and moans filled the room. you struggled against the tie binding your wrists together but jeno growled and held you down tighter.

“fuck, you’re mine now, baby. never leaving you ever again. this pussy is mine. my girl. my omega. my mate,” he panted against your lips, pressing a deep kiss on your mouth.

your pussy gushed and clenched around his hard cock. “alpha,” you whined.

he used his weight to drive even deeper into you, tip kissing your cervix so sweetly. he nuzzled his head against your neck and starting scenting you. “my omega. mine…”

at this point, your mind was turning numb with pleasure. you were in a complete state of bliss. you’d never want anything more than being with your mate, your alpha like this.

“fuck, gonna cum, baby. gonna cum inside this delicious little pussy. everyone’s gonna know you’re mine when you’re round with my pups, when you have my mark on your neck,” he grunted.

you squirmed and bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts. “yes, please, alpha cum inside me! want your pups so bad. want to be your mate forever,” you whined, nuzzling your face into his wild hair.

he gave a few last deep thrusts before bottoming out completely as he came deep inside your dripping pussy. you gave him a sweet kiss as his cock twitched and throbbed deep inside.

he cradled your head and laid his forehead against yours. “y/n, i never stopped loving you. i’m sorry it took this long for me to tell you this but i want you to be mine. i don’t give a fuck about what anyone else will say, what our parents will say. i want you to be my mate forever,” he whispered, staring deep into your eyes.

it felt like he was laying his soul bare to you. tears pricked your eyes, this was all you had ever wanted. “oh, alpha,” you started. he wiped away the stray tears that fell from your eyes. “i missed you so much. i never stopped loving you. nothing will stop me from loving you. i want to be your mate forever.”

he leaned his head down to prod at the flesh of your neck, grazing your skin slightly with his teeth. you shivered and nodded your head, giving him permission to go further.

he left a deep mark on your neck, biting just hard enough to break skin and seal his bond on you. “baby, you’re mine now. no going back ever again.”

[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a reply @gregre369 left on yesterday’s post. this is why i love this site so much bc i had this idea floating aimlessly around my brain for such a long time and then someone says something that just connects all the dots for me so - much thanks <3

tw: brief reference to domestic violence

One of parenthood’s biggest surprises (in Eddie’s opinion, anyway) was how easy talking to his and Steve’s daughters about why his parents aren’t in his life was.

He’d figured it’d be hard to figure out exactly how to explain that his mother's death was due to domestic violence caused by his father, who had died in prison twenty years later – but…that about covers it, honestly. Sure, the exact rendition of the story the girls hear varies as they get older, but…it’s pretty straightforward, actually.

Explaining Steve’s situation turned out to be way more complicated for…well, for a lot of reasons, and the fact that his parents are still alive and breathing and choosing to not be around didn't help things at all.

It also didn't help that the girls totally saw Jim and Joyce as Steve’s parents, but it did lead to a conversation that Eddie doesn't think he'll ever forget:

It happened when he was passing through the kitchen to see that Steve was cooking with Moe.

"What're we up to in here?" he asked.

At four years old (she’s actually almost five), Moe has yet to outgrow a phase of picky eating that had started out right around her second birthday. Steve is trying out a new method where he involves Moe in the cooking process in the hopes that she then actually wants to eat the product of her hard work when it’s done. He's seeing varying levels of success.

“We're making burgers,” Moe said, “Poppy’s recipe.”

Eddie looked at Steve skeptically, “Poppy Jim or Poppy Joyce?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m telling Joyce you said that.”

And then he added, “Jim.”

Satisfied, Eddie continued on his way.

“How come you call your dad Jim?” Moe asked.

And that had Eddie pausing in the hallway just out of their line of sight.

“Well, Poppy’s not my dad, sweet pea,” Steve replied.

“Did you not have a dad?”

“I did have a dad – I do. He lives in Indiana with my mom. We don't really talk to each other anymore though."

"Why?"

"When I was younger, I decided that they didn’t take care of me like I needed them too, and Jim and Joyce stepped in to be like my parents instead."

It's not completely accurate, Eddie knows (and he doesn't love the way Steve is shifting culpability away from his parents because that shit was fully on them, but whatever; it's his story and he can tell it however he want), but just like how they don't have a completely accurate picture of what happened to Eddie's mom either, they know what they need to know for now and they'll hear more down the line.

“But what did your mom and dad do?” Moe asked.

"Well, you know how Daddy and I read to you and play with you and put you to bed and make food for you – it was a little different because I was older and I needed different stuff than that, but…”

Eddie watched Steve look back at their oldest daughter, watched him see the look of confusion in her big brown eyes.

“They didn’t do that?” Moe asked, sounding perplexed.

Steve shook his head, and Moe continued to look at him as if he might suddenly tell her he was joking.

“That’s crazy,” Moe finally said, and Steve let out a laugh.

“It is kinda crazy, isn’t it?” he agreed, “That’s why I love being your dad so much, because it’s actually so easy to want to take care of you. Even though you sometimes like to make it hard on purpose, right?”

“Yeah,” she grinned proudly, “Like when I make you snuggle me more at bedtime and you fall asleep by accident and then the kitchen is messy in the morning."

"Uh-huh," Steve said, poking her in the side so she giggled, "Exactly like that."

"You're a good dad," Moe told him.

"You think?" Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"The best dad."

“The best?” he repeated, “Can’t let Daddy hear that.”

“He can hear it.”

[msschemmenti]

The Bodyguard

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

summary : reader hasn't mastered the art of self-care yet and melissa helps.

a/n: been sitting with this for a bit, hoping to post more now that i'm kinda getting my adult life together :) i also could not tell you what happened at the end of this...

“Good Morning beautiful educators! Are we ready to change some lives?” Janine called, bounding into the teacher’s lounge. All eyes rolled and a collective sigh fell over the room. Despite the less than enthusiastic response, Janine’s smile remained in place as she shoved her lunch in the refrigerator and sat next to Jacob. 

“What’s got you so chipper this morning?” Melissa spoke, eyeing the younger woman over the cat-eye reading glasses she had perched on her nose.

“I just woke up well-rested. With the new schedule I’ve created for myself I’ve had loads more time to get things done. I’m worrying less and feeling my best.” Janine proudly spoke, causing the older women in the room to observe her thoughtfully. 

“That’s great Janine. You have seemed much more confident and that’s great to see.” Barbara smiled. 

“Good for you Kid. That’s often the hardest part of teaching in a school like this. It’s hard to take time for yourself.” Melissa smiles over her reading glasses, leveling the younger woman with a congratulatory nod. Janine beamed at the camera over the older woman's shoulder and turned to Jacob to listen to his spiel for the morning. As everyone went back to their own morning routines, Y/n slumped into the room heading straight for the coffee machine. The cameras followed her as she pulled a mug from her bag and filled it to the brim with the bitter liquid gold. As soon as she added the sugar and creamer she needed she gazed at her watch gauging how much time she had before school officially started. With twenty minutes to spare she trudged over to the couch and sighed as she slouched into the chair pulling out some homework she wasn’t able to finish before bed. With the young woman’s attention focused on her work and coffee, she missed the green eyes that seemed to track her as closely as the camera did. Melissa watched as the fifth grade teacher busied herself with stacks of paper and a book. It didn’t look to be the work of her students, so Melissa’s curiosity peaked. She watched as the younger woman wedged a highlighter between her teeth and flipped through pages of tiny text. Her eyes moved across the screen frantically as if trying to memorize as much of the information as possible in the next 20 minutes. She didn’t realize how long she’d been watching until she felt Barb bump her shoulder subtly. Melissa’s eyes landed on Barbara and was instantly met with a soft smirk lining her friend’s lips. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” Melissa grumbled under her breath, peeking back over to the couch to see if the younger woman had relaxed a bit but she seemed to only have tensed more.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Barbara smirked allowing her eyes to fall to the younger woman as well. “It seems someone hasn’t mastered the ‘taking care of yourself’ part of all of this.” 

“What’s she working on anyway? It doesn’t look like anything the kids would be working on. I know she’s upstairs but they’d hardly be reading anything that long.” Melissa asked, finally turning back to Barb. 

“I’m not sure, but you know she’s still in school so that could definitely be some homework of her own.” Barb shrugged. 

“She’s still in school? What do you mean?” Melissa asked.

“She’s getting her masters. Which you’d know if you weren’t always being so standoffish. She does all her classes and coursework after we get off.” 

“I am not standoffish,” Melissa huffed indignantly, “I just don’t like new people.” 

“Mmhm, I don’t think that’s the case with one though.” Barbara grinned as she watched the red-head’s cheeks heat almost instantly at being called out.

“Oh shut up.” Melissa grumbled as the bell rang for the school day to finally start. She rose from her seat pointedly ignoring Barbara’s chuckle behind her as they made their way to their classrooms. 

-

“Alright, who has an answer they’d like to share?” Y/n asked from her place in the front of the classroom. Lunch was still about 10 minutes away but she wanted to at least finish the rest of the worksheet her students had been working on before sending them off. She let her eyes roam over the classroom patiently but as she saw no hands raise she knew she’d need to entice them a bit. “I know it’s hard you guys, but if we finish the last two problems I’ll let you head to lunch earlier.” 

She waited to see if anyone would take the bait and it seemed to work when Mariah raised her hand from the middle of the room. “Alright Mariah, what ya got for me?” 

“4 over 12.” She spoke timidly. 

“Uh Huh, and what’s 4 over 12 simplified?” Y/n prompted with a smile. Mariah seemed to be working through it but seemed a bit overwhelmed so Y/n opened it up to the rest of the class. “Anyone? What number can we divide both 4 and 12 by?”

“2.” Jamal called from the back row. 

“Yep, but is there a bigger number we could also use?” Y/n asked with a smile glad the students seemed to be getting closer and closer to the right answer. 

“Oh! I know.” Jasmine’s hand shot up from the front. 

“Alright Jasmine, what number are you thinking?” 

“4.” 

“Excellent! That’s exactly right. And if we divide them by 4, 4 over 12 becomes?”

“1 over 3!” Everyone answered. 

“Very good everyone. Let’s do the last one together and then we can head off.” Y/n smiled, heading to the white board and grabbing a marker. 

Melissa really isn’t sure how she found herself in the fifth grade hall. She’d dropped her kids to recess and somehow she’d found herself peeking through the glass window in the door of Y/n’s classroom. She watched as she patiently guided the students through the fractions. She could tell the students really appreciated the atmosphere she’d created in the classroom. Even when someone wasn’t right, there was nothing but support flowing through the space and Melissa had no choice but to admire the work she’d done to capture that. Realizing if anyone saw her up there she’d have no explanation for her behavior, she quickly turned on her heels to head back toward her classroom with the hopes of not being caught. In her descent of the stairs, she missed the camera man down the hall collecting footage.

-

Melissa hurried into the teacher’s lounge hoping to grab a snack before she needed to pick her students up from their art class. She pushed forcefully on the door and headed for the vending machine, letting the door swing behind her with little care. As the door clanged against the doorframe she heard the startled gasp within the room. She turned quickly with her fist up and ready to attack whoever was in the room. She only relaxed when she saw Y/n sat on the couch with her hand over her chest and wide eyes. There was a book in her lap and highlighter poking out of her hair. Melissa figured she was doing homework again but as she looked closer, she could see the grooved pattern of the couch fabric on the younger woman’s cheek. 

“Oh Melissa,” The younger woman sighed as she leaned back into the couch as she started to calm down. 

“Sorry Hon. Did I wake ya?” Melissa said, coming to lean on the back of the chair that was closest to the couch. 

“It's probably for the best. That was a complete accident.” Y/n shook her head a bit and pushed her hands down her face in an effort to liven up a bit. 

“Must not be too interesting, if it’s putting you to sleep.” Melissa commented, nodding her head toward the book still in Y/n’s lap.

“Unfortunately it is not. It doesn’t exactly help that I’m already sleep deprived. A recipe for a great nap.” Y/n chuckled lightly before turning her eyes to her watch. “Looks like it’s time for me to pick my kids up.” As Y/n gathered her things, Melissa watched and hummed in agreement. Once Y/n was done and her eyes met Melissa’s the older woman could see the exhaustion setting back in place. “See you around Melissa.” 

Y/n moved to walk past Melissa to the door, but Melissa hand wrapped around her forearm keeping her in front of her. “Hey, make sure you get some rest hon. We can’t have you collapsing on us like Janine.” Melissa squeezed her arm in emphasis and released her arm when she saw the younger woman nod in understanding.

-

From then Melissa found herself checking in with Y/n more often. She’d shed her ‘standoffish’ behavior and had become one of the teachers Y/n talked to the most. She never spent a lot of time with anyone on the elementary level teaching staff besides Barb, but now she seemed to be running into Melissa more and more. She’d be in the teacher lounge poured over a textbook or a stack of spelling tests and Melissa would appear with a hot mug of coffee. She’d gradually started bringing the younger woman lunch everyday of the week. It had started on a day about two weeks after Y/n had been caught napping on the couch. The fifth grade teacher had waltzed into the room carrying her laptop and textbook and that seemed to be it. It only took Melissa about 5 seconds of seeing her work on homework before she cleared her throat with a raised eyebrow. She, Y/n, and Barb were the only ones in the lounge so far so Y/n was quick to turn her attention to the older women’s table. 

“Oh hi.” Y/n said, meeting Melissa’s eyes. Assuming the redhead was upset she hadn’t greeted them when she arrived, she looked back at her work. 

 “Hello but that’s not what I wanted. Where is your lunch?” Melissa asked, eyeing the younger woman intently. 

“Oh I forgot it. I’m just gonna grab a snack after work to tide me over through class tonight.” Y/n shrugged, lifting the textbook from her lap. 

“You mean after school?” Barb cut in looking at the younger woman skeptically. 

“Mmhmm. No need to worry, I’ve done it loads of times before. I forget my lunch a lot more than I care to admit.” 

“Oh sweetheart, well that’s not healthy.” Barb said, shaking her head disapprovingly. 

“I know, I know. I try not to but I think I’ve done it so often that I hardly notice anyway.”

“Well that’s not happening anymore, get over here.” Melissa said, pulling out the chair next to her. Y/n looked at the older woman in confusion, not fully understanding what was happening. She didn’t move but watched as the older woman pulled a fork from one of the drawers and wedged it into the tupperware dish she’d been eating. When her eyes landed on Y/n’s face she looked at her expectantly. When the older woman didn’t say anything, Y/n grabbed her books and moved over to the older women’s table and sat in the seat obediently. With Y/n situated, Melissa slid the food in front of her and patted Y/n’s back, “Now eat.” 

Y/n went to protest but before she could even speak there was a fork-full of pasta in her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock initially but melted shut when the food hit her taste buds. “Oh this is so good.” At the praise Melissa smirked and went back to scrolling on her phone as Barbara laughed with a smile. From then on Melissa made it a point to pack a bit more food for lunch. And if Barbara asked about it she simply shrugged citing her large portion sized cooking as the reason. As Y/n and Melissa became closer, it seemed easier for the younger woman to take care of herself. With someone checking on her as often as Melissa had taken to, it became second nature. 

One day after a particularly demanding week of homework and tests, Melissa found Y/n sprawled out on the teachers lounge’s couch once again. It was a very similar scene to the first time but unlike last time, when the door closed Y/n didn’t start awake. If anything, she burrowed further into the couch and threw her arm over her eyes. Melissa paused briefly watching the younger woman sleep and sighed. She only looked at Y/n for a few more seconds before making her mind up. She sat her things at her table and pulled her jacket off of her arms. She walked over draping it across the younger teacher and then made her way to her table. She positioned her chair toward the door and watched the door. It wasn’t long before the door swung open revealing Janine ready to talk about God knows what, but as soon as her eyes met Melissa’s she closed her mouth. The older woman sent a menacing glare her way before placing her finger up to her lips. Janine, though confused, tip-toed further into the room and took a seat at one of the other tables in the room. By the time everyone was in the room, Melissa had quietly declared that the teacher’s lounge was experiencing a quiet lunch and with her reputation no one questioned her. 

The bell rang signaling the end of lunch and that seemed to be the only thing to rouse Y/n from her sleep. By this point everyone had made their way to their own classrooms and the only two people remaining were Melissa and Y/n. The younger woman groaned as she opened one of her eyes to scan the room. She paused briefly as her senses were overwhelmed with a very familiar fragrance. She looked down seeing the familiar leather jacket draped over her shoulders and felt her cheeks heat at being caught asleep again. Before she could say anything Melissa spoke leaning against the back of the chair next to the couch. 

“Good morning hon,” She spoke, leveling Y/n with a soft look of concern. “I thought we talked about you taking care of yourself?”

“We did, I’ve just been cranking out a lot of papers this week. Had an extra late night last night trying to finish one before the weekend.” Y/n explained placing her feet on the floor and facing the older woman. 

“Well when is it due?” Melissa asked moving to sit on the arm of the chair. 

“Not until Sunday night, but I use my weekends to plan for the week here and catch up on grading.” Y/n explained. 

“And when do you take time for yourself?” Melissa prompted. 

“When I sleep it’s just me and my dreams. So I count those few hours every night as self-care.”

“Haha, very funny hon. You know that actually does not count right? You just slept through lunch. I think we need to think of some new ways to make sure you’re getting things done. Ways don’t include skipping meals and hours of sleep.” 

“I slept through lunch? I slept through Janine’s latest life update and Jacob’s flailing? I really must be tired.” Y/n said, shaking her head before moving to rise from the couch. “And I gotta go get my kids for recess.”

“Don’t worry about that right now. I told Jacob to take them with his kids. And as much as I agree that you are extremely tired, the teacher’s lounge was having a silent lunch today. But I don’t think we can do that every day so we’re gonna have to figure something else out.”

“Jacob is taking my kids to recess?” Y/n asked, looking at the redhead in disbelief. Before Melissa could confirm, Y/n seemed to pick up on something else she said. “Wait, did you just say silent lunch?”

Melissa shook her head in amusement at the fifth grade teacher, “Yes to both. And before you ask how? Think about who you’re talking to.” 

Y/n nodded with red cheeks realizing the redhead had done quite a bit for her during her slumber. “Thanks.” She finally mustered up the courage to say. 

“You’re welcome, I’m glad to help. But I’d be even happier if you’d meet me halfway with this.”

Y/n nodded in understanding, “I’m sorry, I’ve always just been like this and I overestimate how much I can actually handle. I didn’t realize anyone would care so much.”

“Well I do. Listen, how about we find sometime to get you set up with a healthier schedule? I’ll even  make you dinner and everything.” Melissa suggested hopefully. “I’d really like that. I have to be honest,  I didn’t take you for the mentor type of the group.” Y/n said with a shrug unconsciously pulling the older woman’s leather jacket closer to her chest. 

“Oh I’m not. That’s definitely more of a Barb thing, but I have my moments. And my reasons.” Melissa smiled softly at Y/n. 

“Well I appreciate it and I won’t take your help for granted.” 

“Good girl. Now come on, recess is almost over.” 

Y/n’s cheeks heated at the older woman’s words before she nodded and stood to walk out of the door with the woman. Melissa collected her things from the table and grabbed a tupperware container from the fridge and met Y/n at the door. She pushed the food into her hands as she’d been doing for the last couple of weeks and moved to head out of the door. Just as they were about to cross the threshold of the breakroom she extended the jacket toward the woman. “Oh, probably need this back. Thanks.” 

“No problem hon, don’t leave before seeing me. We can find a night sometime soon. Alright?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Y/n saluted before both women parted ways. 

-

“Knock knock. You ready to go?” Barb asked as she leaned against the door frame of Melissa’s classroom. 

“You can go on without me, I’m waiting on Y/n. We’ve gotta figure out when she’s free.” Melissa said casually turning in her desk chair to face her best friend.

“You finally ask her out?” Barb asked with a smirk causing Melissa’s cheeks to heat. 

“What? No? What are you talking about? I’m just gonna help her figure out how to take care of herself a bit better.” Melissa sputtered. 

“Right because you’re so good at that yourself.” Barb rolled her eyes. 

“Hey! I’m pretty good. And you do the same thing with Janine.” Melissa defended.

“Yes, but I don’t want to take Janine to bed. We are not the same Melissa.” 

“Oh would you get out of here before she hears you!”

“You didn’t deny it!” Barbara grinned. 

“Bye Barb.” Melissa groaned. Barbara smiled in victory before sending a wink over to her friend and leaving the building. 

[demonpiratehuntress]

Good to know you're doing great, and that's fine (and Yes Inumake Toge 😍😍 🥺🥺) How about Zoro x reader (reader is the daughter of Gold Roger but uses a different last name she's two years older than Ace and her identity is a secret, she does tell Zoro in private after they get together) them having triplets together all look like Zoro (all have his sense of direction lol) just the shenanigans of reader having three lost Marimos 😂 she's very amused by it (it makes sense considering her sense of direction is non existent too 😂 the crew has five direction challenged members yikes) also she's a fighter (has Uzui Tengen's swords lol... I'm only adding this part cause I don't really like reader not being a fighter sorry if that's inconvenient you can remove it, I'm not asking for battle scenes just a note to point out) she's his height (the struggles of my tall ass constantly having to imagine how tall a character is for them to be taller than my 6'4 ass 😂) and kinda hot headed

i love the idea of Zoro's and reader's children being directionally challenged just like him lol. i can do this idea, because i am also directionally challenged :) i just don't know who Uzui Tengen is, but I did google him to make sure! i hope you enjoy this :) so sorry it took so long!

taglist - @kabloswrld

it runs in the family

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

summary - the ask ^-^

warnings - not proof read

It was hard enough having one lost soul to take care of. Watching Zoro was like watching a child, needing constant focus and attention to keep him from wandering off. Everyone takes turns watching him, but it ultimately ends up being your job most of the time because it's so exhausting.

"I'm going to that weapons store over there, be right back."

Your head snapped up when you heard him say that, eyes going wide as you immediately lunged forward to grab his wrist.

"It's right over there!" He protested, "I won't get lost."

You snorted and raised an eyebrow, "Babe I've seen you walk across the street and get lost. I don't believe you for a second. Sit down."

He grumbled and complained, but listened and took his seat next to you again. The two of you were waiting for the others to come back from their respective tasks, having finished your own (no thanks to Zoro, you had done it yourself). You swore you looked down for two seconds and when you turned to say something to him, he was not there. You shot up instantly, looking around for a mop of green hair.

"That idiot-"

You found him soon enough, and he was making his way to the weapons store just like he wanted. You were quick to scramble after him, knowing if you lost him now it would take you a whole day to find him. Maybe two.

"Zoro!"

The man grunted as you grabbed his ear, shooting you a pained glare as you twisted it and pulled him in the other direction.

"Dammit woman, at least let my ear go!"

"You need a leash!"

"..."

And that's pretty much how it goes every time you have to babysit your husband. It only got worse when you found out you were pregnant, and produced three exact copies of the swordsman. Three little menaces with his hair, his features, his personality, and your eyes. That's about the only thing they got from you.

To absolutely no one's surprise, they turned out to have a horrible sense of direction just like their father.

To be honest, you were a little relieved they hadn't inherited anything from you. As the daughter of the famed Gol D Roger, you were just as much at risk of being captured and locked up forever - or executed - just because of your parentage, like your younger brother. Only Zoro knew who your father was, as you kept the secret as possible. Even then, you only told him because you wanted no secrets between the two of you, which you'd promised each other on your wedding day. It seemed so long ago, with everything you'd been through, but you were more than grateful for the swordsman.

Not just for keeping your secret (you were pretty sure he forgot the day after you told him) but for protecting you to a point. He knew you could take care of yourself, he'd seen how skilled you were with your blades. He wasn't overbearing, because you were already a strong fighter, but he protected you in other ways, like keeping you from getting into dangerous situations that risked exposing who you were - like that one time in Water 7 when Garp absent-mindedly noted that you reminded him of Gol D Roger, Zoro quickly changed the conversation. He was dumb, but he was more perceptive than he led people to believe.

All these memories, of meeting him and dating him and eventually marrying him, flooded your mind as you gazed down at your sons. A soft smile on your face, you admired just how much they looked like their father, something you had hoped for but the others teased you for.

But you found out soon enough that although having three little kids running around was hard enough, it was made worse when you and the crew found out about their lack of directional sense.

"Zoro!"

You smacked the back of your husband's head hard, immediately waking him from his nap. He glared up at you for a moment before seeing the furious look on your face and immediately became nervous.

"Where are the boys?!"

"They were right over-" He pointed to the nearby swing, "-there."

"Uh huh, and where are they now?" You crossed your arms.

He scratched the back of his head, getting to his feet, "Uh..."

You smacked him again, "Dumbass. You're just lucky this island isn't as big as all the other ones we've been to!"

But as it turned out, searching for your lost children wasn't hard. They were only a block away from the small park Zoro had taken them to, huddled together on the side and looking around in confusion. In true Roronoa Zoro fashion.

One of them spotted you and yelled happily, dragging his siblings towards you and your sheepish husband. You smiled and scooped two of them up, leaving the third to be lifted into Zoro's arms.

"You guys know you're not supposed to go anywhere without me or your father," you scolded, holding back a smile at how cute they looked glancing at each other before looking down.

"Sorry, mommy. It won't happen again."

And they sound so cute, so sad, you just have to smother their little faces with kisses until they're laughing and pushing your face away.

"Ew, mom!"

But of course, it does happen again. Because they're Roronoa Zoro's children, they always manage to get themselves lost. The next time it happened, you were visiting Vivi in Alabasta. As you and the others were caught up in greeting the princess, your overeager kids found some other kids to play with and went off with them without telling you or Zoro.

Your husband, bless him, tried to go after them but got himself lost in the process. How you know? Sanji found your kids and brought them back, but said he hasn't even SEEN the swordsman.

"Babe you are the LAST person who should go looking for lost people!" You sighed when you found him, shaking your head. "It always ends up like this."

"Those are MY kids-"

"Clearly," you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Anyway Sanji found them, so let's just go." You dragged him back to everyone else, ignoring the way his eye twitched at the mention of the cook.

That's not to say you were good with directions, because you were also bad with them. Sure, you had a better idea of direction than Zoro did, but the crew was still a little wary about sending you anywhere alone.

You and your family tended to butt heads about it, especially when you were all shopping for things you needed. Zoro would claim what you were looking for was in one aisle, while you asserted that it was in another.

It was quite funny for the crew actually, watching the five of you argue and then run off in different directions, only to forget which way you came from and struggle to get back. They had a blast when you took the kids to a carnival where there was a maze, because they found their way out relatively quickly. All the while you, your directionally-challenged kids and your even more directionally-challenged husband went in circles.

"I think it's this way."

"No, no, it's definitely this way!"

"Trust me, I know where I'm going!"

"So do I!"

You two were so busy arguing about where to go that you didn't notice your mischievous children sneaking off to try and find their own way out. Much like Zoro, they hated arguing and they wanted to just take action instead of thinking. By the time you realised it was too quiet, they were nowhere nearby.

"Oh my God, not again!" You face-palmed, then whirled on the swordsman, "This is your fault!"

"Mine?! You wanted to argue!"

Steam was practically coming out of your nose and ears, but you took a deep breath and calmed yourself. One of you had to be reasonable here. So without a word, you turned and walked in one direction while your thick-headed husband went in the other.

"(kid 1 name)! (kid 2 name)! (kid 3 name)!" You tried calling, hearing their voices call back out to you every time you did. But as soon as you thought you were getting close, you would call again and their voices would be even further away.

They were going in the opposite directions.

"Hey, kids!" You called again, "Just stay right there for mom, okay? Stay where you are."

Eventually you do find them, but now you have no idea where you came from so you have no idea where to go. Outside the maze, the rest of the crew is fast asleep as they wait for the five of you to figure it out, Nami being the only one staying awake just in case you made it out earlier than they expected.

You didn't.

"We can't take you guys anywhere," the redhead complained, making you laugh.

Yeah, that was pretty much what the Straw Hat crew had to deal with.

A/N: i hope this lived up to your expectations! i wasn't sure how to piece it all together so just tell me if i missed anything in your request, or if you're not satisfied with any of the parts! :) im open to criticism!

[spellbookd]

Little Mouse

Pairing: Azriel x f!Reader

Summary: azriel has a new toy to play with, and she is oh so much fun

Warnings: semi-public sex, stalking (??), dubcon (coercion), very slight dumbification, dacryphilia, azriel's a little weird (but like in a hot way)

Words: 4733

A/N: first fic on this blog and my first smut fic ever 🫣 kinda nervous. I really enjoyed writing this and I want to get into writing smut more often, if you have any suggestions, please let me know! I'm always up for constructive criticism.

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI

The winding corridors of the palace left you dizzy, lips set in a deep frown as you searched relentlessly for the entrance to the library. Your first day and you were already late…not that it was your fault, anyhow. Your escort for the day decided not to show up, so you were left wandering the halls of an unfamiliar palace that felt like it was triple the size of Velaris itself. What a mess.

Coming to an open landing, you frowned. There were two hallways on either side of you, and both looked entirely identical, with no signs or indicators telling you which way to go. “You’d think with a palace this big there’d be at least someone walking around.” You muttered, glancing down both hallways to see if anyone passing by could help you. Alas, it was utterly empty, leaving you standing in the middle of the landing, looking completely idiotic.

“I swear, whoever this Azriel guy is…” you groan, throwing yourself down the hallway on the left, opening the door at the end only to be met with another splitting corridor. “I’m going to kill him.”

At your words, you hear a rustle behind you, causing you to whip around quickly, eyes wide. No one was there, the corridor behind you was still empty. “Hello?” you call out, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. No one was here…and yet…a scent brushed past you, mist and cedar and something distinctly male. You frown again, walking further into the landing, searching for whoever may be hiding here. The feeling of being watched takes over you, gooseflesh rising over your skin, and before you can stop yourself, you’re calling out again, “I could really use the help, you know.”

There’s still no response, and tears start to prick at your eyes in frustration, a pout forming on your lips. You pull the invitation letter out of your pocket, reading over it again to ensure you aren’t missing any details. There were no instructions on how to reach the library, only a key to your dorm room and specific instructions to wait for a male named Azriel to escort you there. After twenty minutes of waiting in the foyer, you decided it would be better to look for the library yourself…obviously, you were incredibly wrong “This blows, I’m so late.”

You turn to head back the other way when a large male body comes into view, leather wings outstretched and a small, almost imperceptible smirk gracing his lips. You’re surprised at first, jumping at the sudden appearance of the male, but you sag in relief, hopeful he can show you where to go.

He says nothing, only watches you silently as you smile awkwardly, throwing your hand up in greeting. “Um, hello. I’m one of the new scholars invited to study by the High Lord and…I seem to have lost my way to the library.”

You wait for his response, but he stays silent, only stepping closer to you, observing you in a way that makes you shift on your feet. You tear your gaze away from him, swallowing thickly before adding, “Do you…um…do you happen to know the way? I’m already very late…so…”

Finally, he replies, voice dark and smooth, “Yes.” That’s all he says before he turns on his heel, circling back through the hallways you had just come through. You struggle to keep up, pace speeding up to match his long stride. He notices, a smirk curling at his lip, yet he does nothing to correct it. Irritation lights a fire in your veins, what the hell is wrong with this guy?

He looks down at you, and you rush to shift your gaze, taking interest in the art along the walls of the palace instead, hands wringing in nervous habit. As you’re walking, you get the distinct feeling that he’s watching you, despite his eyes being trained forward, locked on the journey to the library. You swallow thickly, teeth poking out to chew on your bottom lip when he breaks the silence, “Don’t be nervous, Little Mouse, you have nothing to fear.”

You tense at his voice, looking up at him with wide eyes. Little…mouse? “Uh…sorry.” You reply awkwardly, gaze shifting away from him again, speeding up your walk once more to try and get out of this situation. He stops you, blocking your path down the hallway. He’s painfully handsome, you think. It’s a shame that when he opens his mouth, his beautiful face can’t make up for it.

“There’s no need to apologize, Little Mouse,” you bristle at the name, and his smirk deepens as he turns around, pace faster than it was before. “I do find your nervousness to be quite amusing. I must admit, it’s been a while since I’ve been so entertained.”

Your legs strain to keep up with him, and a slight annoyance lifts your tone as you bite back, “Glad I could be of service.”

He chuckles at your reaction before coming to a stop in front of a large wooden door. His smirk widens as he pushes it open, gesturing with a hand for you to enter. You nod in thanks before stepping over the threshold, the awkward encounter forgotten entirely as you take in the sight of the library, floor-to-ceiling shelves stacked high with books, all of various age and binding. It’s difficult to hide your grin at the sight, immediately forgetting about the male and stepping up to the first shelf, fingertips brushing against the cool leather spines.

“Now, why would you be so excited about…a library.” You nearly jump out of your skin when the strange male is once again next to you, thinking he would have left after he escorted you to your location.

You don’t turn to him, still scanning the shelves for books in your area of study, “You’re kidding, right? All this knowledge, laid out right in front of you? How could you not be excited?”

He smiled softly now, suddenly more genuine than he had been this whole time, “You have a point…this library is home to much knowledge and secrets.” He pauses, smirk settling once again, “You’re right, Little Mouse. It is quite exciting.”

You turn to him fully now, eyes narrowing dangerously, “Why do you keep calling me that? I do have a name, you know!” You snap, though that only seems to spur him on, grin widening at your outburst.

“It suits you, don’t you think?” He chuckles softly, bending down so he’s at your level. You back away from him, attention returning to the shelves.

“You could at least give me your name, since you’re so insistent.”

“Azriel.” He replies, and you can hear the humour in his voice as you whip towards him, eyes full of rage.

“You? You were supposed to be leading me from the beginning?”

He laughs heartily, “I was with you the whole time, Little Mouse.”

Your mouth drops open at that, and it’s then that you process the male’s scent. Cedar and mist. As if to prove his point further, he rustles his wings behind his back, emitting the same sound that you heard back in the corridor. Now fuming with rage, you push past him, grabbing a random book off the shelf and walking towards the tables in the middle of the library, fixing him with a glare as you pass, “Right. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

His smirk is enraging as he gestures towards the tables, letting you walk past him without saying another word.

You find a corner of the library, hidden away from everyone else, and lay out your supplies. Reading over the title of the book, it’s something that you aren’t even remotely interested in, but there’s no way you’re going back over there and facing that male again. Instead, you crack the book open, flipping to the introduction pages before dipping your pen in your ink and beginning to take notes. Soon, you immerse yourself in your work, everything else fading away into nothing.

A few hours pass with no interruption, and it isn’t until you are bored to tears by the book that you hear the chair in front of you squeak, a heavy body falling into it soon after. “That seat’s taken.” You lie, not looking up from your page, eyes drooping with sleep. Whoever is in the seat doesn’t move, only leans backwards casually. Annoyed, you look up, only for your eyes to widen as you spot Azriel, staring at you intently. He smiles wide, and if he wasn’t such an asshole, you would find him utterly beautiful.

“There she is.” He says, and you couldn’t help the flip your stomach did at the tone. You rolled your eyes regardless, turning back to the book with no response. He leans forward at that, arms resting just at the top of your book, his heavenly scent devouring your senses. “Am I that unimportant to you, Little Mouse?”

You grit your teeth before giving him an indignant look, shutting your book forcefully. “Don’t you have, I don’t know, a job? Anything better to do than just sitting here and harassing scholars.”

He chuckles at your irritation, “Why does my job matter right now?”

“Because I’m trying to do mine. And you’re making it incredibly difficult. Go be a nuisance somewhere else.”

“Aww, you don’t want me with you?” he smirks, and you realize at that moment that this is just a game to him. He’s riling you up for his pleasure, because for some reason, he’s decided that you’re his source of entertainment for the day.

“Leave. Me. Alone.” You bite out, capturing the attention of the other scholars and priestesses around you. You flush at the attention, embarrassed, before sinking into your seat.

The gleam in his eyes shows that he particularly liked that outburst, an amused look morphing his features, “Oh? Was that a bit louder than you expected?”

Having none of it, you gather the book in your hands and throw your supplies into your bag once more, not caring if the ink is dry. “I’m leaving. Have a nice day.” you bite out, standing from your seat and rushing towards the door.

Before you can get to the door, he appears at the threshold in a wreath of shadows, a splitting grin morphing his features. You recover from your shock quickly, moving to push past him, but his wings snap out, blocking your exit entirely. “Oh, Little Mouse, you aren’t going anywhere just yet.”

Anger seizes you, and before you can think, your hand is raised, open palm connecting with his cheek in a loud slap. As soon as you’ve done it, your eyes widen, and you back away from him, terrified of what he’ll do. Surprisingly, the male only chuckles, leaning towards you, “Did that make you feel better, Little Mouse?”

Before you can reply, he’s backed you into a wall, hands on either side of your body. As he leans closer to you, lips brushing your ear, “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”

Tears prick your eyes at the contact, your heart hammering in your chest, begging for someone to walk past and save you from this situation. His wings flare out, blocking your view from behind him. “Please,” you whisper, tears now falling down your cheeks, “this isn’t fun for me. Please, let me go.”

You tremble as a soft chuckle reaches your ear, breath caressing the side of your neck, “It’s very fun to play with you. I enjoy how easy it is to take control of you.”

You shudder at his words, searching for anything to get him off you so you can make your escape. “S-surely the High Lord would not be happy with you…harassing one of his scholars.”

He chuckles dryly, wings loosening from their taught position behind him, but his smirk is still proud, “I doubt Rhysand will be angry with this.” His words are threatening, but despite his tone, he’s stepping away from you. “In any case, I’ve enjoyed our time together, Little Mouse…and I will most definitely see you again.” He takes a step back, offering you his hand. You stare back in astonishment, surprised he would let you off this easily. “For now, you should clean up those tears…no matter how amusing it was to see them.”

Ignoring his hand, you rushed to the door, pulling it open with all your might before hurrying down the hallway, rushing up to the left staircase where your invitation said the dorms would be. You didn’t dare look behind you, sure that if you did, he would be waiting there for you, ready to pounce.

~ ☆ ~

The next week passes with no encounter from Azriel. You are slowly getting used to the swing of things at the library and even made a few friends with the other scholars studying here with you. You didn’t tell any of them about your encounter with Azriel, afraid of what they may say. Apparently, he’s a big hit with the females around here, and you have to wonder if any of them have had any real interactions with him. Sure, he’s beautiful, but the fear he instilled in you that day…you couldn’t imagine he could behave in any way other than that.

You pointedly decided to ignore the fact that you hadn’t been able to get him off your mind these past few days. Even more so the fact that you had your fingers buried in your cunt just last night, imagining it was his hand working you so well, his words playing on repeat in your head. Yes, that absolutely didn’t happen at all.

Pushing the thoughts of him out of your mind, you arrived at the library, choosing another secluded spot in the corner. Soon, you’re consumed in your work, hastily scribbling notes on your parchment about healing herbs and what they’re used for. Utterly entranced by the topic, your brows furrow in concentration, pausing only to dip your pen into your ink pot. You worked late into the night, barely noticing the passage of time, even as scholars and priestesses packed up their belongings, ready to turn in for the night. You loved when your work consumed you like this like all that mattered in the world was you and the words you worshipped, like not a single thing could break you from your stupor.

“Studying, Little Mouse?” A voice like velvet whispered into your ear, startling you. You grit your teeth, but chose to ignore the insistent buzzing in your ear, only dipping your pen back in the ink and starting from where you left off. He chuckles and leans closer, peering over your shoulder to see what you’re doing, “Oh, I do love it when you are lost in a book like that…”

You ignore him still, but an involuntary shiver runs down your spine, and you bite your lip to suppress the blush that rises to your cheeks. “Maybe I could find a better use for you instead…”

You can practically hear the smirk in his words, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes from your lips. Your hands tremble, pen falling from your grasp and rolling onto the floor, and you know he’s won. He chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction, and grabs hold of your chin, pulling your face towards him. “Hello, Little Mouse.” He whispers, and your eyes glaze at the sound of it, “I think it’s time you gave me your full attention.” You swallow thickly at his words, eyes wide as you gaze up at him. His smirk remains, “It’s so easy to get a reaction out of you. Have I been on your mind?”

Your face burns, breath stuttering out of you, and he looks at you like he knows exactly where your hands have been. Quickly, you push his hands away, scrambling for anything to get him to leave you alone, “I told the High Lord about you, you know.” His brow quirks, and you know he can tell you’re lying, but you turn back to your work anyway, “He was not pleased.”

“Oh, you told Rhysand on me, did you? And what did he say?” You bend down, reaching for your pen off the floor, only so you didn’t have to face him. “He said there would be repercussions to your…behaviour.”

“And how exactly is he going to hold me responsible?” He watches you intently as you turn your face back to him, and you know he finds pleasure in watching you scramble for a response.

“I-I wasn’t privy to the details.”

He leans down, now eye level with you, “What do you think Rhysand will do to me, Little Mouse? What do you think would happen if he knew I was here, right now, with you?”

Your eyes narrow, lips curling into a sneer. “I imagine you’ll be in trouble for harassment.”

His smirk was devilish, head tilting as he watched your expressions, noting the blush on your cheeks from the proximity, “and how can I tell if my attention is truly unwanted?” He pauses, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again, “I think I can convince you to change your mind.”

Your hands move up to his chest, attempting to push him away, but he grips your wrists in his own. The grip is not painful, but it’s enough to still you, eyes widening at his actions, “I don’t want you.”

“I think you’re lying to yourself. Your lips and your body are telling me two different things. I think you want to give in…you’re just too stubborn.” You struggle in his grip, only for it to tighten. He chuckles at your attempts, “There’s fear in your eyes, but there’s something else, too. Care to tell me what that is?”

“Go to hell.”

He laughs then, a hearty chuckle that has his shoulders shaking, “Oh, you are just too cute.” He cages you between the table and his body, face only inches from yours as he leans over you. You’re sure he can hear your heart hammering in your chest, or scent the arousal now pooling between your legs, unable to stop your body’s natural reaction to him. “You want this, I know you do.” His voice is smooth as silk as he whispers, “I could take you, right here and now.”

You choke at his words, eyes widening, and his answering grin tells you he’s got you right where he wants you. Like a mouse caught in a trap. He leans in further, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” teeth graze the lobe of your ear, and your answering whimper only spurs him on further. “Would you like the feeling of my lips on yours? My hands on your skin?” He pauses, emphasizing the point by slowly grazing the cold skin of your thighs and pulling away to watch your expressions as the next words leave his mouth, “What about my cock, Little Mouse? Would you like that?”

Your body betrays your mind, legs pressing together to relieve the pressure gathered there. He notices, eyes flicking down, keenly aware of how your body reacts to his words, “You’re not doing a very good job of hiding it anymore, are you?”

“Leave me alone.” You say weakly, voice breaking, and he only laughs at your stubbornness. You push away from him, hands grappling for purchase at the edge of the table, but he follows you, keeping the same distance. All it would take was a slight inch forward, and his lips would be on yours.

“I know you want me, Y/N. It’s only a matter of you giving in.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard your name on his lips, and the sound of it breaks your composure. Without a second thought, you’re surging forward, lips pressing against his, moaning at the taste of him. He’s grinning into the kiss, pulling you from your seat in the chair and wrapping his arms tightly around you, causing you to tremble in his embrace. You whimper softly as his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. You melt into him, the taste of him more intoxicating than the finest wine.

Without warning, he takes hold of the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the table, books and ink forgotten entirely. You spread your legs for him, and he slips between them before wrapping your thighs around his waist. His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw to the column of your throat, leaving wet, hot kisses in their wake. You moan desperately, grinding your hips against his hard body, aching for any friction. “I thought you didn’t want me, Little Mouse?” he chuckled into your skin, emphasizing his point with short little bites, causing you to jolt into his touch.

“Shut up.” You snap, pulling his lips to yours for another kiss, “you talk entirely too much.” Your words are cut off as his hand pulls your hair back roughly, exposing your neck to him as he sucks on the spot just below your jawline, causing you to cry out. “I much prefer it when you’re moaning for me.” He whispers, hand trailing up your bare thigh, slipping past the hem of your dress. You arch into him, grinding against him once more, begging for his touch.

“Please, Azriel, I need you to touch me.” Your words are coming out between short pants, and he grins at the desperate tone in your voice, cock straining against his pants as he watches you lose yourself in him. “I thought of you all night. Couldn’t get you off my mind.” You cried out, whimpering as his hand trailed further up your thigh, so close to where you needed him most.

“Yeah?” His lips found purchase on your neck again, revelling in the way you shivered into his touch as his fingers finally brushed over your clothed pussy, slick with need. “Thought of me while you played with yourself, didn’t you, Little Mouse?” You nodded helplessly, your cunt clenching around nothing as his fingers toyed with your clit through your panties. You arched into him again, whimpering against him, completely unable to use your words to tell him what you wanted. He seemed to enjoy torturing you, watching as you writhed beneath him at the slightest touch. “Of course you have. I’ve hardly touched you and you’re already dripping.”

He pushed your panties aside, and the first touch of his fingers against you had your blood searing. Your hands flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as fingers circled your clit at a torturous pace. You bucked into him, eyes rolling back, cries falling from your lips as you begged him for more.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” You could practically hear the smirk on his lips as he pulled his hand away, leaving you cold and throbbing. You whimpered at the loss of contact, only to cry out as his fingers plunged inside you, starting a ruthless pace. You moved with him, hips bucking against his hand to meet him halfway, practically trembling at the way his fingers curled just right, brushing against that spot you couldn’t quite reach on your own. He chuckles as a particularly loud moan leaves your lips, relishing in the way your walls fluttered around his fingers. “You like that, Little Mouse?” His pace quickened, thumb brushing over your clit in quick, tight circles. You were sure you were on fire now, hovering at the edge of release. “Come on my fingers, pretty girl. I know you want to.”

You threw your head back at his words and came with a cry, clenching around him as your release dripped down your thighs. He groaned at the feel of you, thoroughly working you through your orgasm until the last shudders of it passed through you. He pulled his fingers from your heat, and a whine tore from your lips at the loss of him, mind still fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure he had given you. You barely had time to recover before he was removing your underwear completely and pulling your hips towards his, his cock sliding into you in one fluid thrust. You yelped, pressure building behind your eyes as he pulled back and slammed into you, over, and over, and over, giving you no time to adjust to the stretch.

“A-Azriel!” You panted, gripping the fabric of his shirt for dear life as he continued his relentless pace. “S-slow down, it’s t-t-too much!” Your stuttered words only spurred him on, teeth clamping around the junction of your neck and shoulder to muffle the deep, needy groan rumbling through his chest.

“Is this what you imagined last night, with your fingers buried inside you?” His raspy voice rang through your ears, and your cheeks heated as you nodded, panting helplessly. “Were you imagining my cock, Little Mouse, making you feel good?”

“Yes, gods, yes!” The coil in your stomach wound tight, and before you knew it, you were coming again. Stars danced across your vision and tears flowed freely down your cheeks, wordless babbling falling from your lips as he pounded into you with no reprieve.

His cock twitched at the sight of you, hand coming up to push your cheeks together, forcing you to look in his eyes. His grin was wild, eyes blazing as he spoke “Have I fucked my little scholar stupid?” His other hand lowered from your hip to pinch your clit, sending jolts of electricity down your body, tears flowing faster until you were sobbing through your pursed lips. He groaned deeply, hips stuttering “My Little Mouse looks so pretty when she cries.”

Suddenly, he was pushing you down so your back lay flat on the table, one hand returning to your hip as the other continued to pinch and flick at your clit. “One more sweetheart, just give me one more.” He pounded into you harder now, a feral gleam in his eye as he drank in every moan, every sob, every broken cry. His resolve was thinning, but he held fast until your cunt was clamping around him again, nearly losing his senses as various iterations of his name fell from your lips like a prayer. He spilled into you at the same time you arched off the table, deep, guttural groans joining your high-pitched whimpers like a symphony. His pace finally slowed, chest heaving as he watched you writhe beneath him, eyes screwed shut and cheeks wet with tears. You were still fluttering around him when he pulled out of you, and you whimpered at the loss, unable to form a single coherent thought as he stuffed himself back into his pants.

His insufferable smirk was back on his lips as he looked down at you, glancing between your legs to watch as his release spilled out of you down your thighs, and onto the surface of the table. Your cheeks flushed, but you had no energy to retort back as you lay panting on the table. Hell, you weren’t even sure if you could walk. Your limbs felt molten, and you were sure any attempt to stand would leave you falling to the floor in a heap. As if reading your thoughts, he pulls you into a sitting position, one arm bracketing around your waist as the other brushes your hair behind your ear. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your spine as you look up at him. He wipes away the lingering tears with the pad of his thumb before speaking, “You did so well for me, Little Mouse. Playing with you was entirely too much fun.”

His hand grips your chin, bringing you into one final kiss before pulling away from you entirely. He walks away, leaving you gaping after him until the door to the library swings shut, leaving with not a single glance back at you. Taking a few minutes to compose yourself, you stand on weak legs, sliding your underwear back on before gathering your things, all the while wondering how the hell this situation even arose.

You weren’t entirely sure, but you had a feeling it was far from over.

[ravenwitch45]

Do you mind doing where Crimson has a Imp husband who is also his sugar daddy? (Weird idea ik lol)

Oh my! XP Weird Idea indeed but oddly fitting considering Crimson was kinda struggling finacially, why the wedding plan happened and all. Sure thing! I like writing Crimson being humbled and all.

Crimson with an Imp Husband Sugar Daddy S/O

It just kinda happened after the wedding plan was a bust. He needed money, so he ran into you at some fancy club, noticed several details hinting you were rich (Also had his men to read up on you cause he didn't want to be a sucker again) He offers a deal, you add the condition of him being your sugar baby, which flusters him greatly btw.

He swallows his pride after you explain the situation, though a day later cause he doesn't want to seem too desperate and bam, Crimson has a sugar daddy XP

Your very respectful to him, never treating him like a toy or servant, only asking if he could come over like once a week or sometimes visiting him but you take the no if he refuses, which he rarely does, still trying to treat this like a basic business deal so he's trying his best to fulfill his end.

You find it adorable how he tries so hard to be stonefaced even though he blushes like crazy doing stuff like kisses and cuddles, grumbling a lot. You often politely ask him for affection and stuff, but when he does it unprompted, you get all blushy and tease him on it, having him yell it doesn't mean anything as you kiss him on the cheek.

He's very rigid at first, a lot like Blitz is with Stolas, but after you make it clear you actually want him, and not just a person to fuck, he cools off, for a while it's more friends with benefits then anything, you chat and sometimes kiss and fuck (Which he won't admit he enjoys a lot more then he expected) but neither really consider yourselves truly dating.

You don't want to push him, and He's takes a while with his multisexual awakening, realizing he actually likes you, confessing to you drunk which you find adorable before bringing him to bed so he can sleep before the hangover in the morning, and then you discuss and get on the same page. Him blushing at how happy you seem about it, never really having that really, for good reason but still.

And after that it's a nice domestic relationship for a good while, he's a lot more relaxed with his empire going smooth with your funds added, and going to you as the day winds down to relax, you two going on dates and experimenting with stuff as couples do. You usually just bringing up his sugar baby status to fluster him.

C:Y-Y/N! You know I don't like you calling me that in public...

Y/N: Okay! Hey everybody this is my sexy boyfriend Crimson!

C, pulling his hat down with a blush as you put arm around him:

Y/N: You cute little grump~

C:I hate you...

Eventually one time you casually call him your hubby or husband, and he kinda freezes. He really likes you and the last person who called him that... well she didn't have a great time. And for a while he kinda closes himself off as he rakes his mind over it.

A few weeks after that he treats you to a surprise fancy dinner and proposes. Coming clean his last marriage didn't go well and it was his fault entirely, but he wants to do better with you, more then anything and he'd love if you'd give him that chance.

The hug and kiss he takes as a yes as he slips the ring onto your finger. Hugging and kissing you back, holding you closer then any wealth he's gained through this relationship, loving you with all his heart.

Okay there you go! Know it was more meeting to fiancé then actual hcs on the husbands relationship but this is long enough I feel. I enjoyed this one, never wrote a relationship like this so sorry if it's off, though I'll never get tired of writing Crimson's Queer awakening tbh XP Hope you enjoyed and thanks for sharing!

[seresinhangmanjake]

Oh Wow

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x female reader

Summary: Jake sees you for the first time and his life is never the same again.

Warnings: Allusion to smut, kinda (not w/reader). Cursing. Mention of alcohol.

Notes: Flashback part of the Oh, Baby Universe, but can definitely be read alone. 

Words: 1900

Jake watched you through the mass of people. Every move you made. The shape of your lips as you spoke to other patrons. The uncertainty in your choices as you attempted to fill orders. He’d never seen you before, but wherever you came from, you sure as hell weren’t a bartender. You clearly had little idea of what you were doing, but the smile on your face hiding the hint of nerves was charming enough to distract anyone. Whether approaching you for alcohol or a moment of your attention, people suddenly found themselves incredibly patient. He noticed you adding a bit too much whiskey to an Old Fashioned that made the man asking for it nearly choke, and so much syrup to a cocktail that the drinker would undoubtedly get a sugar rush, but the receivers of both grinned through the mistakes, winked at you, and eventually came back for more. 

You were something else; that was undeniable. And whatever power you had over everyone extended to Jake the moment he laid eyes on you. It floated over and wrapped itself around him in a neatly tied little bow that he had zero intention of undoing. It kept him tethered to his spot, allowing him to have a clear view of you and forcing him to leave his friends in the back of his mind. They gave him questioning looks, but he didn’t care. He’d never before yearned and craved as instantly as he did when he saw you. 

"This is the first time I've ever witnessed you giving all of your attention to a woman who hasn't even bothered to notice you yet,” Rooster said, coming up beside him. "It's interesting. Refreshing.” He took a sip of his beer, obnoxiously smacking his lips as he savored the amber liquid. "A nice change of pace, you know?"

Teasing was inevitable. As the night carried on Jake had heard his teammates’ snickers gather in frequency—something he wasn’t known for letting them get away with, especially after such an exhausting workday, but his sour mood flipped after stepping into the bar and he easily let it all go. 

Rooster kept speaking, but Jake only found it to be an irritating buzz in his ear that was unsuccessful in getting him to tear his gaze away from the woman before him. "Do you know much about her?"

Rooster playfully scoffed at the interruption. "She's only been working here a few nights. Penny hired her last week,” he informed Jake. "She's new in town. Real sweet thing."

You suddenly laughed, head thrown back in unrestrained joy, and Jake swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing harshly in his throat. His peripherals saw Rooster’s head make a quick turn as if he knew how that melodic sound would affect him. How it would impact his pulse, the blood rushing through his veins, adding a pink tinge to his cheeks. 

The other pilot blew out a breath. “Well shit, man. Did you already pick out your future kids' names?"

"Shut up."

"China patterns?"

"Leave me alone."

Rooster’s lips pressed together in a hum. He didn’t show any indication of doing as Jake demanded, so Jake figured he’d use him as long as he might still be useful.

“What’s her name?” Jake asked. He hadn't realized how badly he needed your name; how desperate he was for it. Might have begged for it if Rooster wouldn’t give it over.

“You’ve got children and a china pattern and you don’t even know her name? A bit backwards, don’t you think?”

Jake finally tore his eyes away from you just to shoot Rooster the glare he deserved. “I’m never saving your life again.”

“Well, if that’s going to be your attitude then you can just ask her yourself.” He raised a dark brow in challenge. Rooster knew, just as Jake did, that he’d never looked at a woman the way he looked at you. That changed the game. Caused his confidence to stutter. 

But he managed to calmly, evenly say, "Fine. I will.”

And he would…eventually.

—-

Approaching you wasn’t one of the simpler tasks Jake had faced in his life but he mustered the will nonetheless, taking step after step until he was directly in front of you. Only two feet of cherry wood bartop kept you out of arms reach, and goddamn, did he wish it wasn't there so he could reach out, touch you, feel you. 

It had grown late without him noticing. The crowd had died down and you immediately took note of him, looking up to meet his stunned stare. If he thought you were beautiful from afar, up close…up close you were otherworldly, and Jake was thankful he hadn’t attempted to speak because there was no way he would have been able to keep from choking on his first word. 

“Hi,” you said, smiling wide, your eyes bright. His heart clenched. “What can I get you?”

“Uh…” Right. He was supposed to want something. Well, he did want something, but not to drink. “Just a beer. Please.”

He hadn’t realized your shoulders were so tense, high up to your ears until they relaxed. Your chest deflated. “Oh, thank god.”

“Long night?”

"You could say so." You reached below the bar to grab a glass, asked him his preference, and began to fill it before continuing. “Don’t tell anyone,” you said, “but I’m not very good at this.”

The honesty was wildly endearing. He couldn’t help but grin and shake his head as the apparent ease of speaking with you settled a blanket of comfort over him. Leaning forward and resting his forearms across the bar, he said, “Nah, don’t worry Honey, you’re doing fine.”

You placed the glass in front of him, curiosity swirling in your gaze. “You’ve been watching me?”

Then Jake’s spine immediately straightened like someone had shoved a wooden board up the back of his shirt. The nerves he thought he’d freed made themselves known once again. He cleared his throat to buy time in searching for an excuse to have been staring at you all night, but you saved him from having to find one.

“I’m just teasing,” you chuckled. “And don’t worry about your future drinks. I plan to do a lot of practicing, so I’ll be a pro in no time. I promise.”

Jake released his held breath. Fuck, he liked you. He liked you and it took next to nothing to have him falling into an emotional well he wouldn’t so simply climb his way out of. 

He extended his hand your way. “I’m Jake,” he started, “Seresin.”

Your palm slid against his. Soft. So damn soft. He held onto you for as long as he could, and you didn’t seem in any hurry to pull away, but eventually you did with a blush spreading over your cheeks. You gave him your name. It was perfect; beautiful. Everything about you was so, so beautiful. 

“So you're Jake Seresin,” you said, unraveling the thread of tension. “Well, it’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“You know me?”

“Of you,” you confirmed. “I’ve heard a bit from Penny’s nephew and one or two of the other bartenders.”

Jake internally groaned. Rooster and past flings were not where he wanted you gathering your information. Of anyone—anyone—in the state of California to speak on his behalf, they were not likely to do so highly. Rooster was, well…Rooster, and those other bartenders were participants in a past experience that, while a truly unique time, Jake had tried to put far behind him after upsetting them by denying their offer for a repeat performance. 

With a sigh, he said, “Whatever they told you, it’s all lies.”

“Is that right?” you asked, crossing your arms. “So you’re not one of the best pilots this country has to offer?”

Alright, that one he didn’t expect. Maybe he’d be buying his friend a few of your signature questionable drinks in the near future. 

“And you’re not a good kisser?”

Oh, God. His eyelids pinched briefly. That required more of an explanation. “Um…ok so—” Your fingers pressed to your lips to conceal a giggle and all embarrassment sloughed away from Jake’s body. A grin took its place. You were a damn angel for taking information like that and making light of it to alleviate any discomfort. "I take it back. You’ve been talking to the most honest people you’ll ever come by.”

You laughed again and you really had to stop doing that because it was pulling him apart piece by piece and turning him into a mass of mush on the floor. 

“I hope the same can be said for you,” you smirked. “If I ever look bad or something, be sure to let me know.”

“Honey, you’ve never looked bad a day in your life. I guarantee it.”

It was out of his mouth so quickly. The amusement in your eyes fell to something deeper as the curve of your lips settled into a gentle part, a perfect space slightly separating them; enough for his tongue to slip between if he ever had the chance to kiss you. Eyes connected, boring into one another and once again surfacing that lovely tension. 

He could stay there for ages if he wasn’t so concerned with what was passing through your mind. But he’d never know, because with a few rapid flutters of your eyelids and a sift of your fingers through your hair, that tension—those tight threads weaving throughout his stomach and chest—snapped. 

Your tongue darted out to dampen your lips. “Let me ask you something, Jake Seresin.”

“Anything.”

You leaned over the bar a bit and he did the same; drawn forward by your magnetic pull. 

Looking away from him, you swallowed as if weighing the words you planned to give him. Then your eyes flitted up to his. “Do you come here as often as your teammates?”

Whatever you had debated speaking aloud no longer mattered because what came out of those pillowy lips was so much better than anything he had mentally prepared himself for. Let me ask you something, Jake Seresin…are you normally this forward? This aggressive? This cocky that you could pathetically flirt with a woman like me? But no, you were asking him what he did, how he spent his time, maybe, just maybe, hoping he’d spend more of it in your presence. 

“Would you like me to come here often?” he asked. No playfulness behind the question, but a genuine need to hear your agreement. Just an inkling that you wanted him around as much as he wanted to be around you. 

“I would.” You gave a nod. “If I’m honest, Jake, I'd like to have someone—a friend.”

A friend. A friend he could be. I’d be anything for you, he found himself thinking before he could absorb how needy that made him sound. But he was needy. He wanted more. He’d always want more. The little you’d given him since he approached you was like tossing crumbs to a starving man. 

“Then, Honey,” Jake said, his lips peeled back in a broad grin, “you’ve got yourself a friend.”

And one day, maybe it would be more. 

 ----

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[randomperson3736]

It's all my fault

Paring(s): Lo'ak x twin! Reader, Neteyam x sister! Reader, Neytiri x daughter! Reader, Jake sully x daughter! Reader, Tuk x sister! Reader, Kiri x sister! Reader, the sully's x reader

Genre: angst, kinda fluff

Warning(s): Character death, wounds, blood, crying, sad, fighting, get punched, swearing

Word bank: Y/N- your name, Ewya- great Mother

Notes: I am so sorry that this has taken so long for me to write/post and the reason for it is because I've been having some trouble finding ideas on how this part 2 is gonna go but thankfully I found some and I really hope u enjoy. Also I put a link to part 1 if Ur new to this mini series. P.S it was kinda rushed so it may suck.

(Listen to this while reading)👇👇👇

Part 1

TAG LIST: @sully-stick-together , @users09, @bobojojoba69 ---- I am so sorry I couldn't add some of the people who asked to be added 🙏

Y/N ran for what felt like forever, even though in reality it was just a few minutes. Tears stained her face but she didn't care about that since more kept rolling down from her yellow eyes. Her heart was pumping in chest, shallow breaths could be heard. She tripped on a fallen tree branch, her body trembling to the floor. Y/N didn't bother getting up, so she just curled up into a ball and sobbed. She thought back to the earlier event with Lo'ak. Never in her whole life had she seen him so angry, and never has he ever snapped at her once not even when she was annoying.

She felt like she had pushed too hard on him but deep deep down she knew it wasn't his fault, it was his. Soon her red, puffy eyes started to close as sleep took very quickly. Y/N could hear the soft breeze flowing though the trees and brushes, it also tickled her skin as her neck hairs stood up. But little did the young girl knew a massive Strom was coming and it wasn't just any ordinary Strom, this Strom started long before any one of her siblings were born this Strom has been going on for a long time. And it was ready for its revenge.

~timeskip~

Lo'ak didn't know where his twin was, no one did. His mother and Neteyam had been looking for her for atleast 2 hours and there has been no sign of her anywhere. Worry and guilt started to fill his stomach as his mind conjured up the worst case scenario. Her dead. Non-breathing Unmoving. Her blood everywhere. He tried to shake that thought off but it was still there lingering around the back of his mind.

In the background, he could hear Tuk crying as Kiri tried to comfort her but he knew she needed to be comfort juts as much. He knew it was his fault. He knew what he did was wrong and that he shouldn't have done it. He knew he needed to find her cause somewhere deep down in his stomach he knew where he was. So he slipped away making sure no one saw him as he ran off into the forest to find his twin.

~back to Y/N~

When she woke up again, she hadn't realised how long she had been asleep. Y/N didn't even know where she was. Suddenly large hands grabbed her, pulling her roughly up on her feet. She tried to scream but before she could cold metal touched her skin.

"You so much as scream or yell out for help... I'll blow your brains out" his voice was deep, sounded like he had no soul. Y/N just nodded not wanting to provoking him and possibly getting killed. She looked up to see atleast a glimpse of her so called kidnapper. She noticed the human like clothing he was wearing. He was an avatar. Probably from her father's past. She just hoped her father and mother or someone would find her before it becomes too late. But she knew that if someone didn't find her in time the worse will happen. So, she did the most stupid thing she has ever done. She bit down on his arm, hard. Very hard. The guy yelled out in pain before he turned around to face her. "You fucking bitch!"

The next thing she knew a loud bang could be heard and then everything went black.

~back to Lo'ak~

He could hear someone yelling in the distance, sounded human? He been in contact with fake Na'vi before and he definitely didn't like them. Lo'ak pulled at his knife, grip tight around it. He prayed to Ewya that Y/N was okay, she had to be, she needed to be. He couldn't lose her. She was the only one who understood him and never thought of him as a fake.

*BANG*

His head moved towards the direction of the loud bang, his briads covering his eye. His heart was beating so fast and so hard against his chest he thought it was going to pop out. He started to run towards the danger not caring about the out come he just needed to know that his twin, his ride or die wasn't at the end of that bullet.

A body soon came in view, it seemed to be covered in blood. As he got closer he finally saw who that body belong to. It was Y/N. His twin. His best friend. Tears started to form in his eyes as he pushed his legs faster. Faster to get to her. Faster to make sure she's live and not dead.

"Y/N!" Lo'ak's voice was shaking, fear feeling his stomach. He dropped om to his knees hard. Probably gonna leave a couple cuts on it but he didn't care all he cared about is her. "L-lo'ak?" Her was so quite, also like a whisper. He carefully moved her head onto his lap, making sure to put pressure on the gun shot wound on her lower abdomen. She let out a pained sob as more pain shot through her body. "Sorry, sorry. I know it hurts but I have to put pressure on it"

Y/N just started up at him still trying to process what happened just a few minutes ago. Her eyes slowly started to feel heavy but she tried to fight it just for a little longer. "Keep your eyes open" he spoke sternly, panting as he desperately spoke to her. Fixing his hand on her bleeding wound to try and stop the blood from leaving her body. Not once had she seen him look so vulnerable, so desperate. "Stay with me, don't-don't close your eyes" his voice was laced with something unfamiliar, a tone which Y/N had never from him before. Desperation was it? No, it was something more, something more painful.

"Y/N damn it" he cursed under his breath, holding her limp body now on his lap. His voice now filled with panic, "Please" that one word. That very word seemed to be so much more painful than the wound on her stomach, was it his tone? Was it the way he said it? Or was it the way his eyes looked, the way his eyes stained with tears.

Y/N could barely think, but everything looked clear despite the tears that clouded her eyes. The pain in her heart was greater than the pain from her stomach. Y/N wasn't ready, she wasn't ready to leave him, not ready to leave her family, not when she still had so much to live for. "Lo'ak" her weak voice called out for him. Perhaps his mind was playing a trick on him but he saw that same old smile om her face, a weak smile but it was still the same. "No" he cuts Y/N off, he couldn't hear what she was about to say, he refused to. Lo'ak knew exactly what she was planning in saying and he's far from accepting it. "Save your energy, don't-"

"I'm sorry, L-lo'ak"

"Y/N you can't, I can't" tears started to fall faster down his face now. "I'm the one who should be sorry, you have nothing-" Y/N cut him off by placing her hand on his cheek, wiping the tears that slipped away. "No. You don't have to apologise, Lo'ak" he cried quietly, but he felt everything all at once at that moment. Nuzzling his face into her now cold hand, weeping uncontrollably, no caring about who saw. "I can't do this without you. I-i'm so sorry about yelling at you, I d-didn't mean too just please don't leave me"

"Y/N please" he pleads, but he knew she was growing more weak by the clock. "Lo'ak. Y-you have to let me go" her hand slipped from his face as her eyes relaxed as her pupils widened, the blood stopped gushing out from the wound on her stomach and her heart stopped just as her chest went flat with her very last breath. "Y/N?" He looked down at her now limp body. "Y/N?! NO, NO, NO! PLEASE!" Lo'ak let out a pained scream, a scream that could be heard from the village. That scream got the attention of his family, making them run off into a sprint trying to find the source of the pained scream.

Neteyam and Jake were the first ones on scene and the site in front of them made their whole worlds come crashing down in one blow. Jake's body went numb, his expressen was emotionless, but his eyes told another story as tears rolled down his face. He started at his daughter, he couldn't except the fact that his babygirl was gone for good. He could hear his family's sobs from beside him, as he watched Lo'ak pulled his twin closer to his chest begging for some sort of sign that she was still alive but he knew that she was with Ewya now. "Y/N NO PELASE! OH, GREAT MOTHER PLEASE!" Lo'ak's voice was scratchy, shouting Y/N's name over and over again. His sobs were loud and controllable, he cried out for their great Mother begging her to bring his twin back. But deep down he knew she was never coming back. Neytiri moved closer to their son and fallen daughter, taking her limp hand into her own trying to find that familiar warmth that was always there but it cold.

Neteyam moved to sit next to Lo'ak with Y/N's unmoving body still in his lap. Neteyam knew that he and thier father had to move her body but he was frozen in place. He couldn't process it, no one could. He watched his father moved slowly towards Lo'ak to try and get their sister out of his grip. But surprisingly Lo'ak let go without trying to fight it. He looked so empty, almost like a shell you find at beach. It broke Neteyam's heart to see his brother like it but he knew he couldn't do anything to help with the pain Lo'ak was feeling m.

Neteyam watches as his mother sobs and screams over their loss as his tears fall onto his little sister's thigh. He places his hand on lo'ak's shoulder trying to comfort him in some way, but he knew that even himself couldn't stop the feeling of emptiness in his heart cause he too had that exact same hole in his. Lo'ak started at his shaking hands that were covered in his twin's blood. His head tilts back as he realised he just lost his twin sister, the one person who was always there for him when he had a nightmare or when their father would yell at him. She was the one soul that never thought of him as a freak or as an outcast and now she was gone. All beacuse of him. She was died because of his stupid mistake.

~sad bonus~

(Set four weeks after Y/N's death)

Lo'ak barely slept or ate, and even if he did he would just wake up screaming or throw up the food he actully ate. Neteyam and Kiri had tried over and over again to try and get him to atleast sleep for a few hours or eat something even if it was small. But everything they tried didn't work. Lo'ak just stayed in the same stop, staring out at the ocean, not moving an inch. This concerned the whole family but they knew in time that he would heal.

After everyone had left Lo'ak tried to get some sleep knowing that Y/N wouldn't want him to do this. He smiled for the first time in weeks at the thought first her yelling at him about this is unhealthy and that he could die too young. His eyes soon fall as sleep took over his mind. When he woke up he was in a dark room with only one bit of light and under that light was a young women just around his age or maybe Neteyam's.

"Hello?" He called out to the mysterious lady but only to get ignored. Until she turned around. Lo'ak's eyes widened in shock as tears started to form. His legs started to move on their own as they walked towards her. Y/N. His beloved twin.

"Y/N"

"Don't"

"It's not your fault, Lo'ak"

"..." lo'ak looked down at his feet and stared to play with his finger, a trent he had picked up from her when she died. "You have to let me go"

"I can't- I won't hear you out"

"Lo'ak, please"

"Just- just a little bit longer. Let me hold onto you for just for little bit longer. Please" the tears he had been holding onto finally fall, rolling down his cheeks. He didn't want to let her go cause if he let her go he wouldn't be able to see her smile or hear a laugh again. "Lo'ak I'm dead. Let me go"

"No, no, no please- please don't let me leave. I need to be here with you" his voice held so much pain as his spoke. Y/N just turned her body to the face the other way and started to walk away. "Wait-" before he could get the words out a strong wing started to blow him away, pulling him back into reality once again.

Neteyam had just came back from the beach to check on Lo'ak and see if he had moved from his spot. He was just about to walk in when he heard a loud sob from inside. Without thinking Neteyam ran inside to find lo'ak gripping his chest, his breath heavy, tears rolling down his face. Neteyam felt his heart break even more from the site infront of him. He couldn't stand to see his little brother like this. None of them could.

Without thinking he moved towards Lo'ak and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tight. He shushed his brother and whispered sweet things in his ear trying to calm him down. Lo'ak just held onto his brother as he cried out for his twin to come back. But he knew she was never coming back.

[mstormcloud]

More fankids!! Both because they are genuinely fun to make and give lore to but also because I made Mirai and then wanted to make sure she had friends!

Aster is designed by my friend Duetland!! (The last art is by them!!) They aren’t on tumblr but you can find him on Instagram @duetland :)

Lore for each of them under the cut! (LONG POST WARNING!!!!)

Gold and Aster:

Shadow and Sonics kids. They’re twins (with Aster being older). Both were babysat by Tails a lot and ended up picking up a lot of stuff from him as well as their parents. Gold became more responsible and significantly more polite (far more than either of his parents lmao) meanwhile Aster became interested in robotics. Specifically those related to space like rockets or planet rovers.

When the two were born there was immediate concern about their power imbalance. Aster was born with no powers at all, meanwhile Gold’s chaos energy was so high Shadow feared he would burn himself up unless something was done. Due to them being twins, it essentially ended up where instead of two moderately powerful hedgehogs - Gold got enough power for two while Aster has none. This leads Aster to resent Gold, less because she actually wants superpowers but more because Sonic and Shadow are always fussing over Gold (to make sure his powers aren’t harming him) and she feels like her parents don’t care for her. Causing her to push them out even more. She listens to Shadow more than Sonic, but they don’t end up talking through all this properly until Espio gets involved since unlike Sonic and Shadow who had powers all their lives - Espio had to teach himself his abilities and is able to empathize with Aster more.

3. Rhine

Rouge and Knuckles’ child. I’ve thought about her way less WHOOPS but!! Despite not being an echidna he looks up to his father a lot and promises to be the best guardian of the master emerald he can possibly be. Has a habit of just picking up shiny things like a magpie and will turn them into jewelry. Is blunt and gullible like her father but likes thinking things through before she moves. Uses the shovel claws more as weapons than actual shovels - he’s a bit of a neat freak.

Mirai and Gummy:

Mirais story is on my previous post! Not much has been added since then other than that I’ve decided she’s a bit of a troublemaker and very energetic, sarcastic, silly and kinda stupid. As for Gummy he’s about 7 years younger than Mirai, and I haven’t quite figured out what he’d be interested in yet haha

Eli and Anchor:

These two are half siblings! Eli’s parents are Amy and Metal. While investigating the ruins of a disaster, Amy and Metal find a child who who had been incredibly injured. They happen to be closer to Eggmans new hideout (where he has retired and is just kinda pouting by himself forever) than anywhere else - the two break in and force Eggman to help them save the child. Since the current Metal is Amy’s size, there were several smaller models for when he was “younger” - Eggman uses one of these scrapped smaller Metals to give the child cybernetic parts and saves their life. Amy and Metal then take the child back to their house and raise it as their own, with Eggman forcing them to bring Eli over frequently so he can see his grandchild.

Anchor is the child of Blaze and Amy! I’m just letting Amy be poly I think she has a lot of love in her heart and now she has two wifes. Anchor lives the Sol kingdom, and takes after her aunt Marine quite a bit with her love for adventure and especially sailing! When she was young, much like Blaze, she was brought before the Sol emeralds and blessed with a power. I feel like she’d be able to control / harness winds rather than fire though - to help with her sailing.

If you read all of this - thanks!! You didn’t have to but it was very nice of you!

[shower-phantom-ideas]

You guys just don’t understand

You can’t even begin to grasp the amount of pranks Danny could pull on super heros (is that one words? Superheros?)

Added a read more because I hate long posts

Danny as a ghost is so powerful. Like our boy can walk through walls, disappear, and fly! Do you even grasp how much more unique he is than the others guys??

Jokes aside just imagine if you will. Danny could leave batburger cups next to Batman all the time (he comes back later to toss em out of Big ol B doesn’t)

Like hell we talk about Danny just showing up basically stalking the heros but ok hear me out. He didn’t mean to figure out Batmans identity ok but he was in the right place at the right time and over heard some stuff. Now he follows Bruce Wayne around instead. Always spitting out if a batburger cup. Maybe Bruce makes eye contact with him and one time Danny just leans his drink out to as one does to offer a sip xD the man is horrified.

For the ?Robins? The other bats maybe he leaves gifts of sorts. Stuff they would like made from his ice or something. He can understand becoming a hero young and most (if not all) of them did that. He plays favourites with the younger Heros for sure. But hes still making them have there “God?? Is that you” moments like everyone else.

Hell he could follow Superman around and always make his cape flow against the wind and the Hero wouldn’t know wtf is going on. Maybe Superman hears a very slight snickering maybe but the prank is harmless enough so why worry too much. I mean it’s probably bad someone can do this without getting detected till they give themselves away by laughing but nothing harmful yet. (Yet would emphasise Batman)

I don’t know anything about GreenArrow but I assume he uses a bow and arrow so I could imagine Danny grabbing his arrows and making them fly in crazy wild paths before hitting their mark.

Idk honestly how he would fuck with GreenLatern besides like using his ghost powers to try and one up his ring. Like Lantern makes a shield? Danny makes a better one next to it or in front of it. Tbh it’s actually helping Danny get better at his powers so he does this a lot rip Hal (I did not know he was played by Ryan Reynolds maybe ill watch the newer movie)

He refuses to mess with Wonder Woman because the Phandom has told me she is his fav thus he refuses to prank her. He respects her too much and is a huge enough fan that hes too nervous to even approach. Thus she thinks she is this pranksters least favourite since she is never bothered.

Aqua-man (thx for the correction siri) is pretty fun to prank because Danny can follow the man underwater. Idk anything about science of it but imagine Danny like making a space he can talk in with his ice powers (making a bubble of sorts) to make spooky noises at ?Arthur? (R we seriously going with Arthur in this one?) like I assume without actual fish related powers, or with them I havent seen any thing aquaman, you can’t talk underwater. But also if Danny figures out his real name hes 100% gonna be playing the Hey Arthur theme at this man all the time.

He just lowkey overshadows cyborg. Not in a controlling way but just along for the ride kinda way. He was gonna make remarks about his tech but ended up being stunned by how good it is. “Fam I aint gonna lie. I came here to follow you around and make comments like a streamer but your tech is crazy cool. I mean you could have saved a little room with a more compact cooling unit but I mean this is probably some of the best stuff I have seen outside my family!” Or something idk. Maybe he goes full on antman in coldwar

As for the Flash thats pretty simple. He doesn’t let the Flash run from him. I don’t think Danny could keep up with the Flash at all. Like man cants have everyones powers (can’t he tho) but he just hangs on and pretends to have followed. I mean hes invisible the whole time so not like anyone can see lmao though if (idk who the flash is? So ill use Barry cause thats why google say) if Barry goes too fast he might get Danny to give up the game cause boy is on the side vomiting. Barry is pretty smug about probably being the first to throw the prankster for a loop but Danny is just on the side like “how can you go that fast and not be sick dude”

Like tbh I was gonna just make a list of pranks he pulls on Batman but yall seem to enjoy the Justice League so here go off I guess.

Honestly I had to charge my phone so I forget a lot of the post rip this kne

[amnesique]

hi sweetheart, i have a request. so nick and reader are enemies, but there are some moments when they flirt. jenna invites them to a party and they play spin the bottle, and ofc reader and nick have to kiss which kinda turns into a make out session. after all they confess their feelings to each other and everyone is happy.

it’s totally okay if you don’t want to do it, sending you love!! 💗

hate it and love it at the same time — nick leister

warnings: there is a lgbt part, not very important or long, but i warn you guys that i do not want to read any homophobic remarks.🩷 enjoy!

i don't know if it's exactly what you imagined, but i still hope you like it and that it's not too far from what you wanted

"¡idiota!" you snarled at the brunette young man who hurried past you, causing the drink in your hand to stain your shirt, and his only reaction was to laugh at you.

jenna looked at you with a surprised look in her eyes, raising her eyebrow slightly at you, thinking to herself how dare you challenge him because that young man was not only nick leister, the son of the well-known william leister, but he was also the head of the gang you both belonged to. but you were aware that even though you both couldn't stand each other, the idiot still had a bit of a soft spot for you, loving to make fun of you when you got mad or to make you get angry. and yet, he never got mad at the need to remind you that he was your superior.

at another party, you kept on begging jenna to get her boyfriend, lion, to get nick to let you drive at least one time in one of the races, exactly when nick came out of nowhere beside you. "i'd rather die than let you drive my car," he said, taking a sip of his drink, with a devilish grin on his face, challenging you.

"then i can't wait to come to your funeral, caro," you gave him the answer with a sweet smile, nudging him in the chest with the finger of the hand you were holding your drink in, and his grin quickly disappeared, as he clenched his jaw.

challenge accepted, nicholas.

at the next race, you sneaked past him and lied to the one in charge of the race that nick had given you permission and that you were also going to participate, adding that you were like his secret weapon and that not everyone needed to know, in order to avoid the information reaching the ears of the head of the red gang until you can even get your foot in the car.

that night was the night nick admitted to you and everyone else that he couldn't stand you, even if you won. you had won behind his back, after totally ignoring the fact that the gang's fate was in his hands only. since then he had sworn that he would never let you have any idea what peace meant.

"what?" you asked your friend in annoyance, raising your voice as you tried to clean yourself up in vain.

jenna gave a short chuckle, gesturing that it was nothing and you rolled your eyes, dropping your hands to your sides and suddenly she became serious, compassionate even. "do you want me to get something from my closet for you to wear?" she looked at the stain on your shirt, thinking that there was no way it would come out, at least, without being properly washed.

"no need," you murmured and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving it on a chair next to you, and remaining in your bra.

jenna looked you up and down, admiring you like only a true friend would, and gave you a slightly worried smile. "are you sure you want to stay like this?"

"yeah, i'm sure," you rolled your eyes again, being amused this time, wrapping your arms around your friend's neck and confidently walking like that past the drunk people. "where did you say that game was going to be played?" you asked her, taking your arms off of her, but she took your hand.

"follow me,” she said and she led you to a more quiet area where people had already sat down on the floor in a circle, lion keeping free spots for his girlfriend and you.

when you saw nick also present, you frowned and sat down more pulled down by jenna because your mood was already fading.

you watched throughout the game how jenna kissed her boyfriend, how nick kissed a random girl, jenna kissed a boy you didn't know and in the end you also kissed a girl, the girl nick had kissed too. the kiss eas quick, but you could've feel the taste of nick's alcohol and cigarettes on her tongue, and suddenly, it was like a small part of you wanted to taste yourself.

the whole game nick kept glancing in your direction, content with the sight he himself had caused when he passed by you. and when the bottle you spun stopped in front of him, it gave him reason to look at you longer, the grin returning as well.

"what are you waiting for, idiota?" you asked him annoyed, crossing your arms over your chest, the sight getting even better for him, and he ran his tongue over his lips, smiling right after.

he moved closer to you just as you moved your hands to your sides, realizing what you had done, and he started kissing you with such force and desire, as if it was just the two of you.

what a shame it wasn't just the two of you.

if you were, then nothing would have stopped you from entwining your tongue with his for a bit longer, tasting yourself the alcohol and menthol cigarette on his, while his hands firmly covered your ass, squeezing lightly, gluing yourself to his body to stop the other boys from looking at your breasts.

lion started whistling next to you, bringing you back to reality just when you liked it more, and making you peel away from him as if kissing him had burned you.

nick glared at him, killing him with his look, and you tried to cover yourself with your arms, suddenly slightly embarrassed.

nick made a guttural sound to the rest of the boys, causing jenna to make silent noises. "if any of you take one more look at her, i'm going to gouge your eyes out with my bare hands, understood?" and they nodded, turning away almost immediately, looking anywhere but at you. "let's go put something on you," he whispered to you and you shooked your head. he said your name in a louder tone and you stood up, walking past him, walking alone towards the house.

or so you thought.

he was behind you right after you, watching you and waiting to a more secluded corner, to take you by the hand and pin you to the wall.

"what are you—," you started, wanting to kick him away from you, but he was a step ahead of you, and he put his hand on your leg, stopping you from kicking him. you swallowed hard, feeling waves of electricity where he was touching you.

"i won't let anyone to even look at you again."

you giggled weakly, more as a reflex, and you looked intently at him, wishing he had moved his hand higher up your thigh. "is this your way to tell me i'm yours or some shit?"

your question had been sarcastic, making fun of his possessive side, but he caught you by surprise when he nodded, bringing his lips to your pulse line. he kissed you there, making you melt into his arms, you becoming one with the wall behind you.

he lifted his lips to your ear, whispering softly, "you're indeed mine from now on."

for fuck's sake.

[kumezyzo]

i wonder if you can write something with sapnap having a really talkative gf who interacts a lot with his chat, but he kinda gets jealous bc his chat is always ´hitting on his gf' for fun, so idk maybe you could write something about how he would react to this on stream !!

this ask has been sitting in my inbox for so long 😭😭 im sorry!! again, im gonna assume this is nonstreamer!reader. and i dont think he would be seriously "jealous" of chat so i wrote it more jokey. he knows you only want him 😌

anyway, enjoy! or dont.... :) m.list

you two were sitting in nicks purple lit office, telling his chat about your day. he wanted to stream but also to spend time with you.

"and when we got back from lunch, we just took a nap," you laughed, looking at the chat. if someone started watching the stream on a whim, they would have assumed it was your stream.

as chats flew by, one caught both of your attention: 'id want to take a nap with yn any day ;)'

you scoffed and giggled, looking over at nick. he shook his head as he smiled at the chat.

"so, when i woke up, i realized nick woke up before me. and left me there!!" you said with a pout before you turned to glare at your boyfriend. "and i told you to wake me up when you woke up!"

"baby, i didnt want to wake you up," he said sympathetically. "you looked like you needed it." you pursed your lips and looked back at the chat.

'i would never leave yn like that smh' you read out loud. nick looks at the camera with a deadpan before looking at you with the same face.

"yn, you would have gone back to sleep," he said, trying to be reasonable. he smiled at you before realizing why this topic came up.

'he should have gone back to sleep with you' you read aloud again. "exactly!" you added, satisfied that chat was backing you up.

'i would have cuddled her 😌'

"guys, im right here! stop hitting on her," he said in playful exasperation. you laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder. he pouted and turned his head away from you.

"dont worry, nick, i still love you," you say with a smile flashed towards the camera. you kean in and plant a small kiss on his neck.

he turns back to look down at you on his shoulder. you pulled back and grinned at him. he rolled his eyes and gave you a peck on the lips.

he turned to the camera, "see, shes mine!"

its short. kinda cute. i dunno, i liked it. if you didnt... my bad? anyway. hope you enjoyed! ive seen all the other asks, believe me. im just working with the detailed asks for now cause those feel more demanding 😭😭😭

so, im sorry if you think im ignoreing your asks, im not! im just really bad at writing 😭 -Nony

[rosemaeridream]

mercs have mommy issues. || aespa - uar

uchinaga aeri x reader (drabble)

warnings: guns, mentions of murder, reader is kinda insane but not so threatening, aeri just wants to live, reader’s got mommy issues (aeri give them a hug pls), aeri's weirdly calm?, stay away if u have a peanut allergy

A/N: i wrote this at like 2 am while i was delirious and had too many ideas for dialogue so enjoy xoxo also just realised there isn’t much romance it’s more aeri & reader — unless y’all want a second part which i would consider cause i enjoyed writing merc!reader and straightman!aeri (in the comedy sense - aeri’s not actually a straight man … ) anyway, just read and you'll understand what i mean.

Synopsis: Aeri just wants to have a happy and healthy life. So why can’t she get this stupid mercenary of her back. And why on earth do they keep calling her princess???

word count: 3.7k

(this is longer than a drabble but it’s my train of incoherent thoughts so it’s not worth putting in my actual works)

You scramble for the gun that’s placed on the table. It takes you a moment to get there, and by the time your favourite pistol is safely back in your hands, there’s a scream from the other side of the room and a vase is flying straight towards your face.

Dodging it with practised ease, you point your weapon at the new arrival who has just entered the apartment. The girl stands there with her eyes wide, long dark hair falling to rest messily over her shoulders after her overhand throw. She opens her mouth to let out a shriek. 

You physically cringe at the pitchy sound. “Oh my god, stop screaming-”

Clearly your words don’t work because a chair is flung in your direction along with another yell. Sidestepping the chair with a huff, you give her an exasperated glare, returning your gun to its position aimed at her. “I’m not trying to kill you! Jesus Christ-” You twist your wrist so the gun is on its side, a show of pacifism. “Stop throwing things at me.”

The girl pauses to catch her breath, glaring at you suspiciously. Her voice is shaky when she starts to speak. “What are you doing with that gun then?”

You sigh, still pointing it at her. “Okay fine, you’re kinda sort of slightly on my hit list.” Your eyes roll as if this is the kind of thing you deal with on a daily basis. 

She freezes, looking at you with her eyes wide. It’s not exactly a fearful expression, more surprised or astonished. “I’m on your what now?”

“Hit list?” She returns a blank stare.

“Uh… like a group of people to kill.” You explain, slightly confused. Who doesn’t know what a hit list is? Your empty hand goes to your combat jacket, slipping out a piece of paper. “See - hit list.” It has a couple names written underneath each other; the top few are ominously crossed out. 

“And your name!” You point to the scrawl with the gun, a little ‘Aeri <3’ written. Flashing a gleaming smile at her, like the tiny paper is your pride and joy. “I added a heart here because you’re the only one close to my age, and I thought you might appreciate it more than the others.”

“Uh-huh?” She steps backwards slowly, edging towards the door and you’re too caught up in explaining how the hit list works, and who your favourite targets were to notice. “Why am I on your list?” She squeaks out, picking up speed.

You shrug, pulled from examining your list. “I don’t ask questions, it’s not really my list.”

“Who’s is it then? And why am I on it?” She takes another two shaky steps, gaining ground quickly. 

You notice immediately this time, no longer looking at the piece of paper. Firing a warning shot at the door, she flinches and stumbles back in fright, putting distance between her and the door, where there is now a smoking bullet hole. Your trusty silencer makes sure that the shot isn’t too loud, but a gunshot is a gunshot and the firing pin still creates a metallic crack. Returning your gun to aim at her, your eyes light up in excitement. “Don’t move, princess.”

Aeri grimaces, clearly unimpressed with her new nickname. “princess? Don’t call me that, and don’t shoot at the door!” She scans around her apartment and you assume it's to look for other exits. Or maybe that’s just your brain working overtime and she’s just trying to figure out how much of a mess you’ve created in her home.

Feeling slightly guilty about the newly made peephole. “I’m sorry. It’s a lovely door. I’ll make sure the landlord adds in a fisheye lens for the next tennant.” Your words are said with utmost sincerity, clearly the door means a lot to her or so you assume. “Also, I think princess suits you! You’re definitely pretty enough.” You absentmindedly scratch your head with the gun.

Aeri rolls her eyes, as if being called princess was the very last thing in the large pool of nicknames she could have been given. “Whatever, I guess.” Your eyes get caught on the way she bites her lip, perhaps in thought. “Is there any way I can get off the list?”

You hum in thought. “You know, no one’s ever asked me that.” You move your gun down and think about it for a moment. 

“Probably because I’m usually quicker than this.” The words hang in the air between the two of you, just a casual comment for one, almost a threat to the other.

The beat of silence is disturbed by a frustrated sigh. “If you’re gonna kill me, I guess just get it over with, no reason to drag this out any longer.” There’s a flash of thick dark hair as the girl walks past you, slumps down on one of the kitchen stools with a huff, and rests her head on the benchtop, closing her eyes.

You blink, sort of puzzled. No one’s done that before either. Furrowing your brows, you sit down next to your target. The urge to comfort her comes before your trigger happy nature. “Woah, cheer up, princess, this whole accepting death thing is a bit depressing.”

“Well, what do I have left to live for? I’ve never met or seen you before, but if you’re here to kill me then someone clearly wants me dead. There’s no point living like this.” The words come out almost lighthearted but there’s an undertone of fear and sadness. Aeri glances at you from the corner of her eye. “What’s your name anyways?”

Usually you wouldn’t tell anyone your name, but thinking about it, it doesn’t matter anyway. Squinting in decision, you ultimately come up with a compromise. “That’s classified, but you can choose a nickname if you wish.”

Instantly, she throws you a look that screams ‘Seriously, what is wrong with you??’. “Yeah, no thanks.” And yet, Aeri still sits up properly on the stool and the tiniest of smiles forms on her lips. “So… is killing me like… your job? Or a hobby?”

“My Job.” You fiddle with the safety catch on your firearm. “You rack up a pretty price. Nearly 5,000,000,000KRW.”

A couple seconds tick by before Aeri reacts, she doesn’t really seem to register the amount. “Oh wow…” Her eyes move to the benchtop and she seems to deflate a little, if there was a sad sort of squeaky noise she’d 1:1 replicate a balloon. “Why are you still talking to me then? Shouldn’t you be killing me or something?”

“I don’t know.” You respond after a beat, confused by your own actions. Although she looks like the human equivalent of a slinky toy failing to get to the bottom step, you appreciate that she still looks stunning in her last moments. Her hair shiny and clean, jeans hugging her legs nicely and her top feminine but not extensively. “No one’s ever thrown a vase at me before. Or a chair for that matter.” 

Aeri tilts her head and considers you for a moment before she bursts out laughing. “Wait, so you’ve never met someone brave enough to fight back before? What about the other people on your list? Did they all just sit there and accept their fate?”

Your hand waves in the air like what she’s asked is silly. “Everyone else is dead within the first couple minutes. Or like, they beg and cry.” You look around her kitchen, eyes getting caught on the plate with a peanut butter sandwich you were making before Aeri came home. “I got a bit distracted tonight.” You push up from your stool, leaning across the bench with a small ‘sorry’ to pick up the sandwich, then you pull half your mask down to eat.

She stares at you like you're crazy. Maybe you are. “You’re not concerned about me seeing your face?”

“I mean, you’re about to die, sooo…” You bite half of the sandwich slowly. It’s been cut diagonally into triangles just how you like. “Besides, it’s only my mouth. How are you going to identify me from that?”

“I- yeah… I guess so…” Aeri trails off, seemingly lost in thought. Her body relaxes, like there's no trace of fear left, just pure confusion.

“You’re calmer than I thought. Usually people cry a bit. One guy pissed his pants.” Another bite of the sandwich. This time you make a little moan of appreciation. “God, what peanut butter do you use? This is so good.” 

Surprisingly, she smiles at you. “Oh, it’s Skippy. I know, pretty basic but it kinda slaps, right?”

You mull over her words. Skippy wasn’t your usual choice, but maybe you should start buying it. Taking another bite of your peanut butter goodness, crumbs fly as you speak. “You’re sorta cool. I’m starting to feel bad about killing you.”

Aeri sends you a sceptical look, raising her eyebrows. “I don’t doubt you’re going to kill me eventually.” She shifts a bit in on the kitchen stool, her leg bouncing. Whether it be with nervousness or adrenaline, you can’t decide. “So why did you choose not to shoot me the second you saw me?”

“Well, you threw a vase at me. And a chair. It’s hard to aim while you’re dancing around flying objects.” You point out, finishing up one half of the sandwich then moving onto the other. “Do you have jam?”

Eyeing you, she slides off the stool and walks to her fridge, rooting around, then sits back on the stool with a jar of jam. “Don’t eat the whole thing. My mum gave it to me.”

A beat of silence follows as Aeri watches you slather one side of the remaining sandwich in jam. Then she speaks again. “I know I’m not dead yet, but I'm guessing if I were to convince you not to kill me then you’d just go home and find another target, right?”

“Yeah. I actually have another one tonight, but I think I may have missed my window.” You think over your schedule as you spread the jam thickly before closing up the sandwich and taking a bite. “Strawberry… Can I keep your mum?”

Her lips quirk up and she rolls her eyes, almost playfully.

Then there’s a pregnant silence.

After a moment or two of Aeri watching you eat, she tilts her head over to the tap. “So… Do you think you would let me get some water?”

“Are you going to throw the glass at me?” You move the sandwich from your mouth right before you take another bite.

She sighs, rolling her eyes again, this time less playfully. “No, no I won’t throw the glass at you. I promise.” Her arms cross and she leans on the counter. She looks depleted, like there’s no hope. You suppose there isn’t.

Studying her with a sturdy gaze, you decide that even if she does throw the glass at you, it’d be easy to dodge. “Sure then.” But just in case, you put your gun down on the counter close to the jam.

Another round of silence takes over as Aeri fills a glass of water and gradually drinks it. Well, at least until she breaks the silence again. “Are you working alone?” Her body twists so that the question could be addressed directly to you.

“Hm? Like, am I alone here killing you or what?” Your tongue runs over your teeth, poking at little bits of bread caught then you take another rather large bite of the pb and j.

“Yeah, are you alone in this whole assassination thing? Like, do you have a partner or a boss that you report the mission results to?” Aeri moves back across the kitchen and leans close to you. You can feel her watching your every move.

“Nope! All anonymous. I’m really just a goon, I suppose.” Your words are muffled by the amount of bread and peanut butter and jam in your gob. Patting your combat jacket, you pull out a little tube. You can tell she’s about to ask what it is, so you just shake the contents onto your sandwich. Rainbow sprinkles come out. “The blue ones taste the best.”

She blinks twice before muttering something along the lines of ‘Don’t they all taste the same?’ but you’re too happy munching on your sandwich to really hear. 

“So… you’re literally just a mercenary getting orders on a random assassination from a client?” Her eyes light up for a moment. “I could literally just pay you more to not kill me, couldn’t I?”

You scratch your neck, slightly saddened that you’re about to burst her bubble. “You could. But where are you going to get 5 billion won? That’s like 3 mil USD. 5 mil CAD. Maybe… 500 mil Japanese yen?” Squinting you try to convert in your mind.

While you distract yourself with conversion rates, Aeri begins to freak out. “Wait, woah 5 BILLION??!” She steps back in shock. “That’s the reward?” Her hand flies out to grip the counter, trying to contain her panic. “What the fuck have I done to deserve such a high price??”

You shrug, not surprised by her reaction. This was closer to the type of thing all your other targets did. “Don’t ask me, princess. I just get the orders.” Your legs swing back and forth as the sandwich diminishes to a couple bites. 

Aeri glares at you. Assuming it’s about the nickname and not the fact that you’re here to kill her in general, you give her a polite smile. “Well… the money and the orders. I get paid half when I accept.” 

Her eyes widen and she takes a shaky breath. “So you’re getting 500 MILLION for walking into my apartment and having a chat with me?” She processes the information rather well, you think. “I could give you half of what you’ve already got and you can just call it a day, right?”

“Well, I mean, I get the other 500 mil after you’re dead.” You point out. “That would only be 750 mil. I’d be 250 short.” You go to bite your sandwich again and find that there’s nothing left.

“What if I give you the other half then? 500 million?” She takes a couple steps messily in a circle, her hands flailing. “My life is more than just 500 million fucking won, right?”

“I personally believe that lives cost $0 but you do you, princess.” You say nonchalantly, picking up your pistol again.

“Oh my god, why are you calling me princess all the time?” Aeri snaps at you. Then her eyes flick to the gun in your hand and she smiles nervously. “So you’re not accepting my offer? What if I make it better? Half the money, and get you a lifetime supply of Skippy peanut butter?”

Your eyebrows furrow. “You’re pretty like a princess. And you have those Disney eyes.” 

Standing up to stretch, your back crackles. Then your hand moves to slide your mask back down over your lower face, covering your identifiable features up again. 

Aeri watches you do so, almost glaring at you. “Ok, let’s put your attraction to me aside for a second and think about what I’m offering. You take the offer and you can have 500 million in cash, plus a lifetime supply of Skippy peanut butter. I’ll even throw in some of my mum’s Strawberry Jam.”

Your eyes light up when you hear her offer the jam, but then you remember your contract. “Mmm I don’t know. I already accepted the offer, and turning back would be a slight on the higher ups.”

“A slight? So they’d be upset if you let me go?” Aeri steps towards you again “Oh my god, I swear on my life I won't tell anyone you were here, I’d just prefer not to die.” Her voice is laced with fear, her eyes pleading. This is when you started to hate your job. Bargaining was always the worst part. “Couldn’t you just tell someone I ran away or something?”

“Not plausible. When people run I just make a mad dash after.” You pretend to run for a moment, then turn back to Aeri looking proud of yourself. “It always ends up with the target dead.”

That final sentence seems to get to her and her skin is a sickly pale sort of tint. Weary that she might throw up, you take a wide step back. “Are you actually gonna kill me?” Her face pales further and now she steps back, eyes wide open. The brown almost shimmering with tears. “Please don’t do this, I just wanna live happily and healthily.” Her voice cracks, and the tears start to fall. “I don’t want my mum to be sad.”

As she starts to make her final speech, you prepare your firearm. It’s beloved, having added your favourite silencer. LIfting it up to aim where it would hurt the least, you are a little sympathetic to your targets, your finger brushes against the trigger. 

But something about her last sentence makes you pause. It echoes around your mind. Bouncing into the depths and then running you over like a bullet train. “Your… mum?” The words aren’t meant to be said out loud but they come out anyway.

Aeri watches tearily as you freeze and her voice catches in her throat. “Mum, yeah.” She looks at the floor, trying to hold back her tears. But it’s always hard to stop crying once you’ve started. “She’s my whole world. Always telling me how proud she is. When I’m down I think about how much she’d miss me if I were gone.” She looks back up at you, and you have to look away, avoiding her ‘Disney princess eyes’. 

“She’s been through so much… having to deal with losing people. I promised her I’d stay safe.”

You grunt, your jaw clenched so hard you could feel the enamel scratching off your teeth. Then finally you lower your gun with a huff. “This is why I don’t talk to my targets.” You mutter to yourself before you flick the safety back on.

Your now ex-target rubs her eyes when she sees you lowering your gun. “Hey wait, you’re not gonna kill me?” She looks at you, her tear-streaked face staring earnestly into your eyes. You hold back a huff. “But what about the client? Your bosses? Will there be consequences for sparing me?” 

“Yeah, probably.” You move around the room, grabbing the bugs you had placed around her apartment a couple days prior.

Aeri watches you and something switches in her. “And what exactly are you going to tell whoever ordered the hit?” She takes a step towards you, for the first time since she entered her apartment. “What if they send someone else to do the job?”

“Oh, they’ll send someone else.” You nod to yourself before strapping your things to your combat jacket. “I’d say lock your doors, but I don’t think that’ll help much.” Humming, you make an advance back to the window you came from.

“Then what the fuck was the point in sparing me if you know they’re gonna come after me again? You saved me, what, like a week at most?” She crosses her arms and glares at you, her eyebrows furrowing in disapproval. “Why go through this whole charade? I could’ve just died and it would’ve all been over with.”

You pause, thinking over her words. They circle in your mind, turning into scenarios that lead to the loss of your job. Then you grunt exasperatedly. “Oh my god, princess. You’re not my responsibility.” You twirl in a circle, frustrated, before walking back over to her and giving her a childlike squint.

She rolls her eyes, clearly still not a fan of your nickname. “Then why even let me live at all? Why not just shoot me? Why go to all of this effort just to spare my life and prolong the inevitable?” Aeri points a finger, like a gun to her head, then moves it to the floor. “This, right here. You sparring my life was so unnecessary.”

You groan, moving your head in a circle. “It’s your fault for bringing up your mum, I can’t deal with old people being sad.” 

“She’s not even old!” Her voice raises a level. “And what about me feeling sad? What about YOU making my loved ones sad?” She moves her finger to your face now, clearly frustrated. It’s getting to the point that you’d be intimidated by her, except for the way her finger trembles. Now that the threat of dying seems to be over, she seems to realise how absolutely ridiculous this entire situation is. “Your clients are just going to send another assassin after me, so saving me was the most pointless, time-wasting choice you could’ve ever made.”

“Fine! Oh my god, Jesus Christ. I’ll make sure they don’t send another hitman.” You groan, then huff, then grumble to yourself as you check your pockets.

“And how the hell are you going to ensure that?” Aeri asks. “They paid you so much money to do this, do you think they’re going to just give up and be like ‘Aw okay, we’ll look for someone else.’? I honestly don’t think their next choice is going to be any nicer than you.”

You give her a glare behind your mask, annoyed that she can’t see the fullness of your frustration. “I’ll just kill the next one, jeez.”

Her jaw drops open as she stares at you, completely stunned. “You’re gonna kill them? Really? Even if it goes against the original orders?” Her eyebrows raise in shock, her head tilts and she crosses her arms. She’s clearly angry. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“I don’t know.” You sound meek.

“What a stupid answer.” Aeri rolls her eyes, looking at you with utter disbelief. “So, let me get this straight. You’re going to kill another assassin and probably get your loyalty card revoked and get into a bunch of trouble just because you feel bad for me because I talked about my mommy?” She shakes her head, looking completely flabbergasted at your responses. “Does the job matter that little to you? Wouldn’t you rather just ‘BANG’ and get paid?” She puts her finger back to her head and mimes the hammer striking.

“Mothers are important, okay?” You practically whine, taking a couple steps forward to remove her hand from her head.

Aeri takes another breath to continue her tirade, but your words and touch make her pause. Her entire expression dissolves into joint confusion and concern. “Huh? Are you like… mum-less?” You can tell her words are trying to be harsh but they just come out sort of flat.

“That’s classified.” 

She raises an eyebrow like she knows that you’re lying, and that’s when you decide it’s time to jump ship.

Moving away to her window again, this time you make it to the frame. Lifting the lower pane with ease, you wave your hand behind you in an aloof manner.  “Try not to die, princess.”

She looks at you, her mouth slightly ajar again. “Oh, ok.” She looks up at the ceiling as she tries to process what just happened. The more she thinks about it, the more ridiculous it seems. “Okay, I’ll try not to die,” Her voice is laced with sarcasm and she can’t believe she’s saying these words right now. “Thank you so much for sparing my life, Merc. The world is a much better place with you around.”

You flip her off as you vault through her window and into the night. 

A/N: my search history is full of peanut butter brands now (this is the dumbest thing i’ve written in my entire life)

[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Five: Nights in Memphis

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 17,773

Warnings: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Oral (f and m receiving), deep throat, fingering, tiny bit of nipple play, some body worshipping, public sex (kinda?), unprotected sex, choking, rough sex (kinda?), dirty talk, daddy kink, use of the word slut, lots of fluff, not really any angst. (I went easy on them this time, lol), typical elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: HI BESTIES. I KNOW IT'S LATE. But I got it done! I don't know how this got so damn long, but here we are. I know the last chapter was filled with so much drama and angst. It was a lot. But I thought I'd give you lots of smut and some cuteness and funny moments. It's Christmas time and Rebecca is heading to Memphis to spend it with Elvis and Lisa. I think this chapter really strengths the bond between Elvis and Rebecca and it's just so cute. I hope you guys enjoy it! Possible spelling errors because I am too lazy to proof read this.

It had been a long two weeks since the last time Rebecca saw Elvis. After that night with Linda she stayed true to her word and left the next morning on the earliest flight. Elvis tried to make her stay, but she refused. He needed to understand she needed space and time to think. He got her to open up to him and be vulnerable and it felt like a knife in the back when she found out his secret. But in true Elvis fashion he wasn’t giving up, he called everyday since she left. He didn’t bother calling the Elvis phone as she called it,  because he knew she wouldn’t answer, but even before her plane had landed he was calling her apartment and checking in with Abby if she had gotten home. At first Rebecca was ignoring his calls because he was not respecting that she needed space. But after a while Abby and Paul got tired of answering and being her messengers, so she had no choice. Every call was the same, he sounded out of it and sad; begging her to come back and all of his sweet talk. She had to admit she missed hearing that slow southern drawl of his and the way he said her name and called her baby. She missed him. 

Elvis’ world seemed to crumble around him when she left. Rebecca being the light in his life was more than just a sweet sentiment, it’s like his whole world went black without her. Sure he could’ve had any woman he wanted to warm his bed and to keep him company while she was gone. But things were different this time, all he wanted was Rebecca. He couldn’t even stand the thought of another woman beside him. Even his shows were becoming affected by this that he seemed to just ramble for a good portion of the show rather than sing. Which caused a few people in some of the shows to walk out. Some of the guys were getting tired of him moping around over her, but there was nothing they could do. He was in love and for the first time ever he knew for sure that she was the one. 

Christmas was only days away and she had no plans of going home because she and her mother were not on speaking terms at the moment. She would have the apartment to herself because Abby was going home and Paul was spending it with his boyfriend. They had invited her to join either one of them, but she just wasn't feeling in the Christmas spirit. On top of everything happening with Elvis, she was now out of a job after what happened in Vegas with the movie her manager set her up with and Elvis completely ruining it. Harvey was so worried Elvis would come bursting in on another porn set if he put her in anything else. But it didn’t bother because she wasn’t really looking into continuing that line of work now. It pushed her to try to look for actual acting jobs and maybe start what she came to New York to do, become a serious actress. She laid in bed in her underwear, smoking a joint and searching the newspapers for any ads looking for actresses. She was smart enough to know now what was porn and what wasn’t in the ads. She highlighted certain jobs as she scanned each side of the job section. She was suddenly interrupted when the Elvis phone began to ring and it completely stopped her in her tracks and she looked over at the phone, debating if she wanted to answer it. It continued to ring and she sighed knowing it was either Charlie calling for Elvis or it was the man himself. She rolled out of bed, placing the joint between her lips as she grabbed the phone and answered it. 

“Hello?” she mumbled as the joint dangled out of her mouth. 

“R-Rebecca? Honey, that you?” the southern voice on the other end muttered. 

She knew who it was without hesitation and part of her was happy to hear his voice again even though lately the sound of him concerned her. She took the joint out of her mouth and sat it in the ashtray. 

“Yes, Elvis, it’s me. Are you okay? You sound funny.” she said softly. 

“Aw, I’m fine, honey. Just fine.. I-I just wanted to hear your voice..” he mumbled. 

“You heard it this morning and this afternoon because you keep calling. I told you I needed space. How am I supposed to get it if you keep calling me?” she replied. 

“Hell, I told ya I was sorry, baby.” he mumbled. 

“I know you’re sorry, I’ve forgiven you. But Elvis.. It doesn’t make things 100% okay with us. You still lied to me. I’m afraid to trust you.” she sighed. 

Elvis had grown silent on the other end. He didn’t know what else to do and why she just wouldn’t move on from it. He felt she could trust him. He’d been on his best behavior since she left. No other girls, no one because he just wanted her. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he changed the subject. 

“I’m headin’ back to Memphis tomorrow  for few days for christmas because Lisa is comin’ to visit. Then I’ve gotta go back to Vegas to finish up the last of the shows after that.” he hummed. 

She rolled her eyes when he changed the subject instead of talking to her about what was going on. 

“That’s nice, Elvis. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you. I hope you enjoy the holiday.” she replied, now wanting to hang up. 

“Come to Memphis, baby. I wanna see ya.. Please? Do you have plans for christmas?” he asked. 

“I-.. No, I don’t have plans, I won’t be going home this year. But Elvis I’m not coming to Memphis.” she said. 

“Are you spendin’ it with your friends?” he asked curiously. 

“No..” she mumbled. 

“So, you’re all alone? Even more of a reason for ya to come down, baby. Please? We could spend Christmas together and try to fix this.. I’d really like to see ya.. Don’t ya wanna see me?” he asked. 

She sighed softly, he wasn’t going to give up until she said yes and part of her did want to see him because she missed him more than she thought she would. But another part of her was concerned for him and thought maybe seeing him would be best because he wasn’t sounding great. No matter what was going on she cared for his well being. As she continued to think about what she wanted to do, his voice on the other end of the line was still begging for her to come to Memphis. 

“Of course I want to see you. But what about your daughter? Will she be okay with a stranger coming?” she asked. 

“Lisa? Oh, honey, she’s excited to meet you. I’ve told her all about ya. So? Will you come? No point in spendin’ it alone, baby.” he said happily. 

“F-Fine.. I’ll come. But don’t think I’m going back to Vegas with you when it’s all over. I’m coming back to New York.” she said sternly. 

Elvis beamed happily on the other end, feeling so relieved that she was coming that even the sadness in his voice had gone away. 

“That’s fine, baby. I’ll get Charlie or one of the guys to buy the ticket for you and he’ll call you with the details later. You’ll love Memphis, baby. I have so much to show ya. I can’t wait for you to see Graceland.” he said happily.

“Well, I can’t wait to see the place I’ve heard so much about. I should go now, I’ve gotta start packing my things before it’s too late.” she said softly. 

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. I love you.” he mumbled. 

She was quiet after hearing those last words of his and she cleared your throat a bit, not really sure of what to say back. She loved him, but she wasn’t sure how to even say it to him; she just felt weird after everything.

“Me too, Elvis. I’ll talk to you soon.. Bye.” she whispered, hanging up the phone. 

Elvis furrowed his brow when she didn’t say it back to him, but he wasn’t going to let that get him down because his girl was coming to Memphis and he was over the moon with excitement. He quickly called down to Charlie’s room and informed him of the plans and told him to purchase her a plane ticket and then call her with the details. Not only was going to see his little daughter, but now he’d spend Christmas with the woman he loved and hoped that he could patch things up. He was even more excited for Lisa to meet Rebecca. He thought the two of them would get along well.  

Rebecca sighed, not knowing how she let him talk her into going down to Memphis, but she didn’t see the harm in it. At least she’d have some sort of plans for Christmas and she could see him again. She put the job search on hold and went to her closet and grabbed her suitcase out and sat it on her bed and then searched through her closet for clothes to wear. She wasn’t sure what the weather was like down in Memphis and New York was freezing. So, she decided to just pack for both climates just in case. The thought of meeting his daughter made her nervous. She wasn’t really great with kids or even knew how to talk to them. But she was going to do her best to try to bond with her in some way. After she had gotten both her suitcases packed she set them aside and plopped back down into her bed and grabbed her joint, taking a big drag from it as she stared at the phone waiting for Charlie to call with the information on her ticket. She was hoping the weed would knock her right out because she had no clue how she was going to sleep tonight. She felt so nervous because she hadn’t seen him in two weeks, she felt so silly feeling that way as if he was some high school crush. After some time Charlie did eventually call and she got all the information for her flight and wrote it all down and then she tried her best to get a few hours of sleep since her flight was leaving in the morning. But she did nothing but toss and turn most of the night. 

The Next Morning 

Morning had come quick and with only a few hours sleep Rebecca had woken up in a daze and she glanced over at the clock on her nightstand and nearly shot out of bed when she saw what time it was. Her flight was leaving in about two hours but with New York traffic who knows when she’d arrive. She quickly ran to the bathroom to shower and once she was done she blow dried and brushed out her hair and then ran into her bedroom, picking out a pair of jean bell bottoms and backless halter top and her boots and she slipped on her afghan suede coat and quickly grabbed her lipstick and put a little on before grabbing her suitcases and running down the stairs and out the door, locking up behind her and she hurried toward the street, flagging down a taxi and when one stopped for her she opened the door and threw her bags in before hopping inside and instructing the driver to take her to JFK airport. 

When Rebecca had left for the airport Elvis was calling only to see if she was home or not and when he got no answer he took it as she probably was at the airport. Elvis was already on his way to Memphis and only an hour out. He was happy to be seeing Rebecca and wanted to stay and wait at the airport for when her flight eventually got in. Lisa was coming the next day so he had some time to get settled with Rebecca and some alone time. Elvis anxiously stared out the window of the plane, his leg bouncing up and down as it did. He just wanted to see Rebecca already, it had been a long two weeks without her and he knew when he saw her he just wanted to pick her up and give her the biggest kiss. 

As he was close to Memphis, Rebecca had gotten to airport in the nick of time and grabbed her ticket from the check in desk and quickly made her way through security and went running toward gate, she hurried as best she could because the plane was boarding to Memphis and she got there out of breath and showing her ticket and she let out a soft sigh of relief as she boarded her plane, and she too was now on her way to Memphis. 

Memphis, TN

Elvis had arrived at the airport in Memphis, he always missed home when he was away. He and the guys had gotten off the plane where a car for the guys was waiting and Elvis’ blackhawk strutz was also waiting, he wanted to ride alone with Rebecca when she had arrived. Elvis made everyone wait and he got into his car with Jerry who waited with him, lighting up one of his cigars. It shouldn’t have been too long before she arrived, the flight was a little over 2 hours. He was just too excited to go home. Up in the air, Rebecca was staring out the window and just staring at the clouds. She had never been to the south, let alone Memphis, but Elvis had talked so much about it that it sometimes felt as if she had. The closer they were getting the more nervous she was becoming. Was she nervous about seeing him again or about meeting his daughter? She was starting to think it was both. She nervously grabbed her cigarettes out of her coat pocket and opened the pack, slipping her lighter out that she had hid inside and she placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it and she inhaled the smoke and immediately felt a calmness come over her as she slipped her lighter back into the pack and then back into her coat. The pilot came over the speaker announcing that they were nearly an hour away from the Memphis airport. She took a deep breath, finishing off her cigarette. 

After sometime Rebecca’s plane had landed at the Memphis airport and she grabbed her two suitcases and headed off the plane. Elvis had stayed in the car to not attract too much attention and he watched closely as everyone was getting off the plane and he smiled widely when he saw her stepping off the plane. Rebecca was looking around and saw Jerry step out of the strutz and she recognized him right away, walking toward the car quickly. As she got closer Elvis got out of the car with the biggest smile on his face which caused her to smile and once she reached him, he didn’t waste a moment to pull her into a hug, making her drop her suitcases as he lifted her off the ground, she let out a soft squeal and he kissed her lips deeply. Rebecca didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back as her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she didn’t realize just how much she missed him, the smell of him, the feel of him. She let out a soft content sigh, almost forgetting what issues they had as his soft lips pressed against hers in the most loving kiss before he set her back down. She smiled up at him and furrowed her brow seeing his appearance, his face was slightly bloated and he looked tired. Rebecca reached up to cup his face in her hands. 

“Are you doing okay?” she asked, concerned. 

He smiled warmly, leaning into her gentle touch. 

“I’m fine, honey. I’m better now that you’re here, I promise..” he mumbled. 

Rebecca didn’t believe him but just nodded anyway, caressing her fingers along his face and she looked toward the cars behind him. “Is your daughter with you?” she asked. 

“No, she’s coming tomorrow, I’ll have to meet her and her mother here tomorrow.” he smiled. She nodded at his words, a bit relieved that his daughter wasn’t there yet. It just felt like too much pressure. “C’mon, I’m excited for you to see Graceland.” he grinned, taking her hand and leading her over to the car and Jerry grabbed he bags, putting them into the trunk before he joined the other guys behind them. Rebecca ran her hand along the black strutz and smiled at Elvis. 

“I’ll say one thing.. You’ve got great taste in cars.” she laughed. 

“You wanna drive it, baby?” he grinned. 

“You’re gonna let me drive it?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Sure, why not? Y’know how to drive a manual?” he smiled, tossing her the keys before he got in on the passenger side. 

Rebecca’s face lit up and she nodded as she caught the keys in her hand and she could see the guys in the other car looking confused as to what was going on and why Elvis was letting her drive. She hurried and got into the car, adjusting the seat to her liking, she ran her hands over the steering wheel, looking over at Elvis. 

“You’re really gonna let me drive this?” she laughed. 

“Now you got me thinkin’ I shouldn’t.” he chuckled. 

“Oh, no.. I’ll be careful.” she hummed, putting the key into the ignition. 

Elvis smirked a bit, shaking his head and then began to give her directions on how to get to the road, she began to pull off listening to Elvis’ directions and the guys followed behind them. Once she reached the road Elvis told her where to go from there and they started making their way down Elvis Presley Blvd. 

“Of course even a street is named after you.” she rolled her eyes, laughing softly.. 

“Hey, I never asked for that.” he chuckled. 

Once Rebecca got comfortable she started to pick up some speed and Elvis held onto the door of the car, raising an eyebrow over at her. He didn’t think anyone could drive as crazy as he did, but she was soon to prove him wrong. 

“Alright, honey, we’ll be comin’ up on the house. You can’t miss it.” he said softly. 

“The musical note gates, right?” she replied. 

He furrowed his brow surprised that she even knew that and she glanced over to see his face and she giggled softly. “I told you, my mother is a fan.” she smirked and slowed down as they approached the gates and her eyes widened at the beautiful sight of the house sitting at the top of the hill. It was more beautiful than what she saw in pictures and bigger. Even his Christmas decorations outside were grand. The gates slowly opened and she revved the engine before shooting up the driveway that it even shocked Elvis how fast she was going. She came to a stop when they got to the front of the house and then she put the car in park and shut it off, laughing when she saw his face. “I scared you a little bit, huh?” she smirked. 

“You drive like a goddamn maniac.” he laughed, shaking his head before he got out of the car and Rebecca followed suit and she looked all over with a smile, taking it all in as she took a deep breath. 

“Wow, this is beautiful.” she said softly, looking over at him. 

“Just wait for the tour, baby.” he grinned, taking her hand and excitedly leading her inside like a little kid. 

“My bags, Elvis!” she squealed. 

“The guys will grab ‘em.” he smiled. 

They stopped in the foyer and she was speechless at the size of the place and the beautiful Christmas decor. She just smiled, shaking her head because she knew it would be over the top and very Elvis like his plane. Before she could have a good look around he was taking it to each room and sharing little stories of his mother and when he first bought the house. Rebecca listened the entire time and just smiled seeing how happy this house made him and all the memories he held dear to his heart especially those memories of his mother. It was a different side of Elvis she was seeing. A side that she only got a peek into when they would go on their dates in New York. He was dropping that mask he hid behind when he was around his friends and truly being open and hisself. That reason alone was another push to put aside the issues she still had with him. She was hoping maybe they could fix things between them. As Elvis continued to show her around, one of the guys brought her suitcases in and set them by the stairs. 

Rebecca and Elvis headed outside to the meditation garden and that was probably her favorite part of the tour. It was beautiful and peaceful and she loved the reason behind why he chose to have a meditation garden. Seeing that the guys were staying inside Elvis took advantage of their alone time and he sat down on one of the steps and patted the spot beside him and Rebecca sat down next to him, smiling a bit as she looked over at him. He took her hand into his and intertwined their fingers together and he stared down at their clasped hands before he looked up at her. 

“I know we got some things to talk about..” he said softly. 

“We don’t have to talk about them now, Elvis. It’s okay.” she mumbled, staring down at their hands. 

“No, I-I’d like to, baby. I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt ya or lie about anything.. I just.. I hope you’ll be able to trust me again.” he sighed. 

A small smile formed on her lips and she brought their hands up to her lips and she kissed his hand softly. 

“I know you’re sorry, I told you I’ve forgiven you. I was hurt but you also hurt Linda. I know I shouldn’t feel bad for her because as selfish as it sounds, I’m happy I’ve got you. But I can’t help but feel for her. It was wrong to lie and cheat. If I had known you were with someone I would've stopped speaking to you. But there isn’t much we can do about that now, but work through this.” she said, shrugging. 

“I know, honey. I never meant to hurt anyone. I-I love you and I swear to ya, I won’t hurt you again” he said softly, cupping her face in his other hand and she stared up at him, getting lost in those deep set sleepy eyes of his and she nodded slowly, leaning into his touch. 

“I believe you and. I love you too, Elvis. I really do. All I ask is for you to be honest with me from now on. Please?” she whispered. 

Elvis nodded at her words and now his eyes couldn’t stop staring at her rosy lips and he leaned in closer and kissed her soft and slow and she returned his sweet kiss, brushing her nose up against his, breaking their kiss. “Promise me..” she whispered softly against his lips. 

“I promise, baby..” he mumbled, crashing his lips against hers and they kissed deeply that every one of his kisses consumed her and now all she could think about was his hands all over her that day he stormed the porn set and the way he man handled her and how he felt inside of her. She reached her hands up and pressed them against his chest and she pulled back from him, licking over her lips and smirking up at him. 

“I want to show you how much I missed you..” she whispered, running one of her hands down from his chest along the soft velvet of his tracksuit until her hand reached the front of his pants and rub slowly over his crotch, she caused a groan to escape him and she began to giggle and continued to rub her hand slowly over his crotch, feeling him growing in his pants and now the groan that left him was even louder. She chewed on her bottom lip, giggling at the sight of the tent in his pants. 

“Shit.. N-Not here, baby..” he mumbled, he knew that if he went inside all the guys would see his hard on along with anyone else that may have been in the house, that was the last thing he wanted. So he looked around seeing the one place they could go. “Let’s go into my daddy’s office over there.” he nodded his head toward it. Rebecca nodded and hopped up eagerly, helping Elvis up as well and eyeing the hard-on in his pants as he led her over to the office that housed tons and tons of his fan mail. Once inside, Elvis locked the door and grabbed Rebecca and pulled her against him, his body smashing against hers. She shook her head at him, pulling away and she walked over to the desk and grabbed the chair, patting the seat. 

“Sit down.” she said. 

Elvis raised an eyebrow at her and walked over to the chair and sat down, a bit confused. She stood behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently as she leaned down to kiss along his ear slowly. “I told you, I wanted to show you how much I missed you. That means you don’t get to touch.. You understand?” she whispered in his ear. 

Elvis inhaled deeply, chewing on his bottom lip and nodding slowly, she was turning him on even more. “I understand..” he mumbled. 

“Good.” she grinned walking from behind him and standing directly in front of him now, staring him up and down as he sat with his legs spread wide open and slightly slumped into the chair. She removed her afghan coat and dropped it on the floor and then untied her halter top from around her neck and tugged it down until her breasts were completely exposed to him. His eyes widened at the very sight of the now topless girl in front of him and it was so unfair that he couldn’t touch her because now he was dying too. He was usually an ass and legs man, which Rebecca had plenty of. But he also really loved her breasts, they were perfect in his eyes. The chill in the room caused her nipples to harden which only furthered his arousal when he saw them. She noticed him staring just at her breasts with a look of awe on his face and she giggled, shaking her head and grabbing a hold of his hands and placed them right on her breasts and he squeezed them tight in his big hands and she let out a soft whimper feeling him grope her breasts and his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples. “Having fun?” she asked, smirking.

Elvis nodded, so turned on now that all he wanted to do was bend her over Vernon’s desk and fuck her just like he did in Vegas, but she had other plans for him. She watched as Elvis leaned forward and dragged his tongue along her left breast and his soft wet tongue hitting against her harden nipple caused a soft whine to escape her and he kissed her small areola slowly and then pressed the warmth of his soaked tongue against it before gliding it back over her nipple and taking it into his mouth as his hand played with her right breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipple. Her soft whines slowly turned into soft moans, his soft lips against her skin felt like heaven that the feeling of him sucking on her nipple caused her eyes to roll back and she tugged at his hair. She was becoming so turned on that she could feel her panties beginning to dampen with her wetness that was until she pushed him back and she giggled softly. “No more touching.” she hummed. 

A small pout formed on Elvis’ lips and he nodded obediently and he watched as she slunk down to her knees between his legs and she placed her hands on his thighs, rubbing and squeezing them in her hands and she stared up at him with a smirk before staring at the hard-on in his pants that she was sure was screaming for her touch. She slowly slid her hands up his thighs and hooked her hands into the waistband of his sweatpants and Elvis willingly lifted his hips and she wiggled his pants down and was met with a surprise because he had no underwear on and his cock came springing out of its captivity. Rebecca’s eyes widened at the beautiful sight and licked her lips when she saw the precum that coated the head of his cock. Elvis was staring right at her and swallowed harshly as his breathing began to quicken from the thought of how her mouth probably would feel around his cock. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock stroking it from the base all the way to the head and using his precum as lube as she began to stroke his cock in her hand, slowly and softly pumping him and he groaned softly. The very sound of his groans was enough to make her cum right in her panties. 

She could feel him pulsing in her hand, his cock so desperate to be milked and she smirked up at him as she leaned forward and stuck her tongue out, dragging it around the head of his cock, licking up every inch of the precum that covered it and she let out a soft, “Mm..” as she licked her lips and then she parted them and slowly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking slowly. Elvis let out a loud groan and his hips bucked beneath her and one of his hands tangled into her hair. “Fuck.. That feels good..” he managed to mumble out in between all his groaning. Rebecca was so aroused that her panties were sticking to her because of how soaked she had gotten them pleasing him and with her free hand she unbuttoned her jeans and carefully slipped her hand into her pants and into her panties, running her index and middle finger between her wet velvety folds and teasing her fingers along her swollen and sensitive clit and she let out a soft moan around his cock. Elvis raised an eyebrow and glanced down to see her playing with herself as his cock was in her mouth and he was loving it. She slowly took his cock further into her mouth inch by inch until she could feel his cock down her throat and she gagged softly around him and his head tilted back against the chair as his hips thrusted forward into her mouth causing the most obscene sound to escape her as she choked around his cock. “Goddamn..“ he grunted. 

She pressed her fingers harder against her clit as she rubbed even more aggressively till the point that she was humping her fingers while he pumped his cock down her throat, tugging and pulling at her hair. She didn’t mind one bit letting him take control and use her mouth, she welcomed it. She felt both his hands now around her head, brushing her hair back and holding in a makeshift ponytail as he kept his hips still and bobbed her head on his cock slowly, saliva pooling from her mouth onto his cock as she gagged quietly and moaned around his cock and eventually slipping her fingers into her soaking pussy and pumping them at the same pace he moved her head. Elvis moaned softly and his hips bucked and his body tensing as he felt his climax growing and so desperate to cum down her throat he grabbed her hair tight and forced his cock down her throat, holding her there as he pumped himself hard in her mouth. His eyes rolled back and he grunted loudly and his breathing was so heavy by this point and her eyes were squeezed shut, small tears streaming from them as she moaned and gagged and then she felt the warmth of his cum glide down her throat and he slowly removed his cock out of her mouth when he finished, falling back against the chair nearly out of breath as he stared at her and she coughed and gagged, playing with the remnants of his cum in her mouth before she swallowed the rest of it and then showing him with a smirk. While he fucked her throat she had came all over her fingers and slowly slipped them out of her pants and she stood back up with a grin on her face and she straddled his lap and showed him her soaked fingers and he smirked, grabbing a hold of her hand and opening his mouth and sucking every inch of her arousal off her fingers. She bit down on her bottom lip watching him and when he removed her fingers from his mouth, she crashed her lips against his and they kissed sloppily, their tongues slipping into their mouths and tasting each other. 

Rebecca had only planned to give him a blowjob, but much like him she was wanting more. She kissed him once more before pulling back and smirking at him. “I know I said you couldn’t touch me, but I desperately want you inside of me again, Elvis..” she hummed. He grinned at her words and she was caught off guard when he stood up and lifted her up with him in his arms and he carried her over to his dad’s desk and pushed everything off onto the floor and Rebecca gasped. “Elvis!” she laughed. 

“It’s fine, I’ll just pay for whatever broke, baby.” he chuckled as he kissed her lips before roughly throwing her down onto the desk and she whimpered softly. Something about him being so rough turned her on so much that she wanted more. She watched eagerly as he grabbed her shoes and forced them off and grabbed a hold of her pants and tugged them down her legs and practically ripping them off of her and he smirked at the sight of her soaked panties and he happily got rid of those as well, he nearly had to peel them off her because of the way they clung to her pussy. He stared at the delicious sight of her dripping heat that was aching for him. She giggled watching him and sat herself up and unzipped his jacket. 

“I want to see you.. All of you..” she hummed. Elvis nodded and removed his jacket along with the shirt beneath it revealing his hairy chest and his round belly that she loved so much. She spread her legs wide open and he wrapped his arms around her thighs and forced her forward and she gasped softly, smirking up at him and he held onto her thighs and she reached down between her legs, grabbing his cock roughly in her grasp and he groaned lowly, smirking at her and she slowly guided his cock inside of her and she stared up at him, moaning and whimpering softly as his cock entered her inch by inch and her pussy clenching around him that it caused a moan to slip out of him and when his cock completely disappeared inside of her. “Don’t you cum inside of me..” she mumbled as she laid back against the cold wooden desk, running her hands along her breasts and squeezing them in her hands as he tightened his grip around her thighs and he began to slam his hips into her and his cock forcing her walls open around him making it easier for him roughly slam inside of her and she moaned loudly, grabbing a hold of the desk beneath her as he started to increase his speed and pounding into her with each rough thrust that his balls began to slap against her. His groans grew nearly as loud as her moans. She shut her eyes and arched her back against the desk as she began to moan out his name loudly as the passion between them increased and she reached down to grab one of his hands and she made him wrap it around her throat as her thighs wrapped around his waist. He smirked and began to squeeze his hand around her throat tight and she whimpered loudly, feeling every inch of him hitting deep inside of her, filling her up. She loved hearing his grunts in between his heavy pants.

The sexual tension between the two of them was so powerful that it wasn’t going to take much for either of them to cum especially after already cumming, Rebecca placed her hand over his that was still around her throat. “Choke me harder, daddy.” she mumbled and he raised an eyebrow at her words and slowly tightened his grip around her neck even more until she was nearly gasping for air and he slamming so hard into her that he was fucking her into the desk that now it began to creek and skid along the carpeting. Her moans were so loud even with him choking her that anyone was guaranteed to hear if they walked outside. The intensity was building and building between them that it felt like an explosion when they both reached their climaxes at the same time and she came all over Elvis’ cock and he was so aroused and drunk off the feeling of her pussy that he had no time to pull out and he ended up cumming inside of her, filling her up with his seed. When he realized what he had done he quickly pulled out of her and his cock was dripping in cum. It took Rebecca a moment to realize what had happened because she was on cloud 9 from the way he made her feel. But she could feel his cum leaking out of her and she sat up on her elbows, staring at him. 

“Elvis! What did I say??” she said breathlessly. 

“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You on the pill, baby?” he asked as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Yeah, I am. But still..” she shook her head as she sat up and she let out a soft sigh, she started to laugh softly, sitting up all the way and leaning toward him to kiss his lips. “That was amazing..” she beamed. 

He chuckled softly. 

“It sure was.. We should probably get back before everyone starts to wonder where we are.” he smirked. 

She smiled and nodded and hopped off the desk and grabbed her clothes and she watched as Elvis took her ruined panties and she raised an eyebrow. “What are you going to do with those?” she laughed. 

“I haven’t decided yet.. But they’re mine now.” he smirked as he began to get dressed. 

She shook her head as she put her clothes back on and she started to look around the odd room, seeing a bunch of things from fans. “This is your dad’s office?” she asked. 

“Mhm, and where I keep gifts from fans.” he smiled. 

“I feel a little weird that we fucked on your dad’s desk.” she laughed. 

“Ah, hell, don’t worry ‘bout it. He won’t know, I’ll have everything cleaned up. .” Elvis laughed. When they were both dressed and looking presentable, Elvis took her hand and they both headed out of the office and back into the house where they got inside and the guys were scattered throughout the house doing their own thing. She noticed that Elvis didn’t seem to care one bit.. “Lemme show you upstairs, baby. The last part of the tour.” he beamed. 

Rebecca smiled and nodded and she watched him grab her bags and started to head up and she followed behind him and he stopped at his bedroom first and set her bags down and opened the door, setting her things inside. “This is my room.” he hummed. Rebecca peeked her head inside of his bedroom and she wasn’t surprised at all at the almost vampire-like decor and how cold he kept it. 

“It’s very you.” she giggled, following him as he took her hand and showed her Lisa’s room that was next door. 

“This is Lisa’s room.” he smiled. Rebecca looked inside and was surprised it was just a typical little girl’s room and she smiled at him. 

“It’s cute.” she beamed. 

Elvis nodded and led her back to his room where they both went inside and he shut the door behind them. She turned to face him and they both shared a smile with one another and she moved toward him, wrapping her arms around his abdomen, leaning up to kiss his lips. “Is it okay if I took a shower?” she asked. Elvis wrapped her up in his arms and nodded at her words, returning her soft kiss. 

“Of course, baby.” he smiled. She wiggled out of his arms even though he didn’t want to let her go, he chuckled to himself watching her head into the bathroom and she left the door cracked open, hoping he would pick up on her hint. She glanced over her shoulder to see him sitting down on his bed and she rolled her eyes. She leaned over to get the shower started and then she slowly began to undress, dropping her clothes onto the floor and pinning her hair up and she glanced back to see Elvis was still not taking the hint and she huffed softly. But little did she know he noticed her trying to get his attention and he was pretending not to just to annoy her. She came walking out of the bathroom completely naked and her hands on her hips, staring at Elvis. She cleared her throat. Elvis looked over at her with a wide smirk. “Yes, baby?” he grinned. 

“Are you going to come shower with me or what?” she pouted. 

He laughed and nodded, standing up from the bed. “I was just waitin’ on ya to ask.” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes with a smile as she headed back into the bathroom and he followed behind her, removing his clothes and he watched as she got inside the shower and he followed behind her moments after and she stared up at him with a smile as the water rained over the both of them and she grabbed the soap and a washcloth, lathering it up and then slowly washing his body, running her fingertips along along his soapy, hairy chest and down toward his belly as she continued to wash every part of him. Elvis chewed on his bottom lip, doing his best to not get turned on again but she was making it impossible. She saved the best for last and ran the washcloth along his flaccid cock and slightly pumped it in her hand as she cleaned him and then washed his balls and slightly squeezed them, causing soft moans to slip past his lips. She smirked when she felt him get hard and she pulled away once she finished. He narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “You little tease..” he laughed. 

“What? I was just helping you shower..” she said sweetly, giggling to herself as she glanced down at his hard on before turning to grab the shampoo, but once she did Elvis grabbed her hips and he pressed himself against her, his cock brushing up against her ass and slipping in between her ass cheeks and he cause her to squeal and drop the shampoo bottle. “Elvis..” she gasped. 

“Shhh..” he whispered to her as he pressed up against her harder and he grabbed another washcloth and lathered it up with soap and he began to wash her body, starting with her breasts that he gave lots of attention to and then washing other parts of her body until he finally reached between her legs, running the washcloth between her thighs and she whimpered softly, slightly closing her thighs around his hand as he got closer to her pussy. She inhaled sharply and he dropped the washcloth and then ran his long fingers along her folds and now her thighs closed even tighter around his hand and he forced her thighs back open by slapping his hand against them and she whimpered softly and then he slapped his hand roughly against her pussy causing her hips convulse at each slap, she whimpered and whined softly. 

“E-Elvis..” she mumbled. 

“I don’t wanna hear it..” he whispered, reaching up to unpin her hair and tossing the clip and then he grabbed a hold of her hair and wrapped it around his wrist a few times and he tugged and pulled at her hair, forcing her head back and she let out a soft gasp and his lips kissed along her exposed neck as his hips slowly grind against her and his cock rubbed against her ass and he shoved three of his fingers deep inside of her pussy causing her to squeal cutely, he pumped his fingers knuckle deep inside of her at a steady pace and she began to move and thrust her hips against his fingers, slowly and gradually beginning to ride them and he pulled at her hair again and she was getting so turned on that she was soaking his fingers and now his cock was rubbing against her ass faster and they moaned softly together as their bodies moved against one another. Elvis kissed along her ear and nipped playfully at it. “You like when daddy’s got his fingers deep inside ya, hm? You filthy little slut.” he whispered. Her eyes rolled back at his words and she didn’t think it was possible to become even wetter but it happened. He tugged her hair again and she whined softly. “Answer me.” he demanded. 

“Y-Yes, daddy!” she whimpered. 

He grinned at her words and he began to jackrabbit his fingers inside of her, slipping another finger inside and forcing her pussy to stretch open for him as he got his fingers as deep as he could and she was breathing heavily and crying out his name as she stirred her hips quicker against his fingers and now he was making things worse by pressing his thumb against her swollen clit and rubbing circles along it and she rolled her eyes shut and her body fell against his as she moaned louder than before. His fingers were like magic the way they knew just how to get her going and her toes curled against the bathtub and her hands grasped the shower wall and she was panting heavily as she approached her orgasm and she cried out loudly, moaning and screaming his name, her sounds being muffled by the sound of the shower and she came all over his fingers and squirted all over them, making a mess. To her surprise she felt ropes of his warm cum shooting out onto her ass, he had completely gotten off to her making such an embarrassing mess of herself. When Elvis slipped his fingers out of her, he sucked them clean and turned her around and they kissed sloppily, their wet, hot, naked bodies pressing against each other as they consumed one another. 

Elvis reached over and turned the shower off and he broke their kiss and scooped her up in his arms and she giggled softly, throwing her arms around his shoulders as he carried her into the bedroom. “Elvis, you’re getting water everywhere!” she laughed. He didn’t care one bit and he placed her right into his bed soaking wet and he climbed in beside her, the sheets becoming soaked with the water that fell from their bodies and he pulled her into his arms and their lips met once more as she clung to him, kissing him deeply, his heavy, warm body pressing hard up against her as they made out intensely, rolling around his bed that she began to giggle in between each kiss and when they stopped rolling around he laid on top of her and he started to kiss down to her neck, leaving the soft kisses to her skin, she wrapped her legs around him, smiling widely.

“I missed you so damn much, baby. So much..” he mumbled. 

She reached up to cup his face in her hands and made him look at her. 

“I missed you too, Elvis. As much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself.. I missed you so much.” she whispered. 

He smiled and nuzzled his face into her neck and her fingertips began to stroke the strands of his wet hair before he lifted his head back and kissed her little nose, then he pulled back and climbed off her to lay beside her and they both turned onto their side to face each other, laying so close that their bodies stayed pressed against one another. They laid their staring at each other in silence and she scanned every inch of his beautiful round face and she placed a hand on his cheek and gave it a gentle caress. “Are you sure you’ve been okay?” she whispered. 

Elvis let out a soft chuckle and nodded his head slowly. 

“I told you, honey, I’m fine.. It’s just been work and stress and missing you.. That’s all.” he smiled. 

She nodded, choosing to believe him and pressed soft kisses along his face slowly and he slipped his arms around her waist, holding her close as they just laid there in silence again, staring and smiling at each other. Usually sitting in silence with another person was weird and awkward but with each other, it was the most comforting thing in the world to them.. They were saying so much without saying a single word to one another as they stared into each other’s eyes dreamily. She continued to caress her fingers against his face, brushing some of his hair behind his ear. 

“I’m really happy you’re here, baby.” Elvis mumbled.

“Me too.. Thank you for never taking no for an answer, well most of the time.” she whispered, laughing softly. He laughed, running his fingers along her hip bone. 

“Why didn’t you go home for Christmas?” He asked. 

She let out a soft sigh because that was a bit of a touchy subject but it was Elvis and she never had an issue talking to him. “My mother and I don’t really get along. We used to.. But after my dad passed something just changed. Things only got worse when she found out what I did.” she said softly, 

Elvis was listening to her every word and feeling bad that she didn’t have a good relationship with her mother and that her dad was gone, he reached up to brush her hair out of her face. “What happened when she found out?” He asked. 

“Well, she was disappointed and she never fails to let me know what an embarrassment I am. When we do get along she finds a way to take a dig at me and my work and then it just continues on like that..” she just shrugged. 

“I’m so sorry, honey. It's awful that she treats her own daughter that way. You don’t deserve that.. Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, combing his fingers through her hair. 

Rebecca shrugged, not feeling like it was that important to share. 

“It doesn’t matter now because I’m spending Christmas with you this year and it’s been amazing so far.” She giggled. 

Elvis grinned and kissed her cheek. “It’ll be even better these next few days. Just you wait, my little doll.” He smiled, snuggling into her. Rebecca smiled widely at his words, wondering what he could be up to as she settled into his arms and snuggled right into the warmth of his body, turning over and pressing her back against him and his arms tighten around her small waist. She had never felt safer than when she was in his arms. They had tired themselves out already that they eventually ended up falling asleep. 

Later That Evening 

Elvis was snoring softly as he slept and his arms still had a hold on Rebecca who was beginning to wake up from their long nap and she turned over to face Elvis and her eyes slowly opened to the sight of him. She smiled tiredly to herself as she reached up to rub her hands over her eyes and then kissed the tip of his nose softly and brushed his hair out of his face as he slept. She thought he looked so cute whenever he slept and she loved his little snores that she couldn’t but giggle softly. She then began to carefully wiggle out of his arms and she quietly rolled out of the bed and went over to her suitcase to grab a fresh pair of panties and one of her Led Zeppelin t-shirts and slipped them on and then she went into the bathroom to gather up their clothes that was on the floor and cleaned it up before climbing back into bed beside Elvis. She could stay in this room all day with him and wouldn’t have a care in the world. She started to look around the room taking in every detail of the decor, shaking her head because he was so extra with everything he did. She glanced back over at Elvis and leaned down to start leaving little kisses to his cheek, trying to wake him up. He began to move and let out a soft groan and then his beautiful dark lashes fluttered open and his sleepy blue eyes staring up at her. “Whaddya doin’, baby?” he chuckled softly, closing his eyes again as he turned over to lay on his back and Rebecca laid back down, resting her head against his chest and staring up at him, pressing kisses to his chin. 

“Wake up! I’m hungry.” she giggled. 

He let out another tired chuckle and he opened his eyes to glance down at her and he slipped an arm around her and brushed his hand along her back and now he was fully awake. “I can call down and get us something to eat. You ever had a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich? ” he hummed. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at his words and shook her head. “No, but that actually sounds pretty good.” 

she smiled. 

“It’s delicious.” he smiled as he sat up now and Rebecca sat up beside him, slipping her arm around his as he reached over for the phone and he called down to the kitchen to his cook Mary and asked her to make two fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches with two cokes. Elvis looked at the time and he let out a soft chuckle. “Well, shit, I didn’t think we slept that long.” 

Rebecca laughed. “It was all the fucking.” she smirked. 

He smirked and nodded before he slipped out of bed to put on his silk pajamas and she watched him just smiling to herself. Elvis looked over at her and noticed her shirt. “Y’know, if I didn’t love ya so much I’d be mad you weren’t wearing a shirt with me on it.” he laughed. She glanced down at her shirt and then back at him, rolling her eyes. 

“I thought you liked Led Zeppelin?” she said softly. 

“Oh, I do.” he chuckled, plopping back into bed with her. 

“So, you just have a big ego and want to see me wearing your face.” she said jokingly, laughing as she climbed into his lap. 

“Mhm..” he smirked, slipping his arms around her and kissing her softly.

“Well it’s not gonna happen.” she mumbled on his lips, giggling. 

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully and shook his head. Then he heard a light knock on the door knowing that it was Mary with their food and Rebecca climbed off his lap and let him go answer it and she smiled seeing how sweet Elvis was with her as he grabbed their food and then he shut the door and set the food down and Rebecca wasted no time grabbing a plate and one of the cokes and she sat back against the bed and began to take a few small bites and the sandwich was interesting and she really liked it. Elvis stared at her as he sat down, watching her expression. “How is it?” he asked. 

“It’s good! I like it!” she beamed, taking a few more bites. He was pleased to hear that and he started to eat his own sandwich. Rebecca rested her head against his shoulder as they continued to eat. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet Lisa tomorrow, baby. I’ve told her all about you.” he smiled. Rebecca took a swig of her coke and just nodded and smiled at him. She was excited but also very nervous to meet his daughter. She was afraid Lisa may not like her or worse Rebecca wouldn’t know how to bond with her because she’s never really been around little kids like that. After they finished their food the both of them laid back down and cuddled back up together, neither of them even bothering to venture downstairs for the rest of the night. They were completely comfortable with just staying in his bedroom which wasn’t out of the ordinary for Elvis. Rebecca was laying her head against his chest and running her fingers along his silk pajama shirt and rubbing his belly as he held her close in his arms and they must have been really tired because they ended up falling back asleep for the rest of the night. 

December 22, 1975 - Early Morning

Elvis had to meet Priscilla at the airport to get Lisa and he was up earlier than usual and Rebecca was sound asleep beside him that he didn’t want to wake her as he rolled out of bed and got cleaned up and changed into his dark blue and white sweatsuit and he put his glasses on and before he headed out, he leaned down to kiss Rebecca’s cheek and then made his way out of the bedroom and downstairs where Joe and Vernon were waiting for him and the three of them headed to the airport to get his babygirl. He and Priscilla had become good friends with one another after their divorce and their meetups like this were always a happy one where the two of them took a moment or two to catch up as Lisa clung to him excited to be back in Memphis and with her daddy. Once the two of them said their goodbyes to her mother he helped Lisa into the car where her grandpa excitedly greeted her and she climbed into the front seat and sat between Elvis and Vernon as they were making their way back to the house. 

Rebecca had woken up and saw that Elvis was gone and now her heart was pounding because she knew he went to pick Lisa up. She laid in his bed listening out for his return as she pulled the covers over herself and moments passed and she heard the front door open and the sound of his voice along with two other men and then the small little voice calling out to Elvis and she knew that was Lisa. She hoped that he didn’t bring her into the room; she wasn’t dressed nor ready for their introduction. 

“Yisa, baby, put your things in your room and as soon as Mary gets here we’ll have breakfast and daddy will introduce ya to his friend.” he said softly. 

“Okay, daddy.” the little voice said. Rebecca could hear her little footsteps running upstairs and into her bedroom where she was getting settled and then Elvis started making his way upstairs as well and into his bedroom where he was surprised to see Rebecca awake and he smiled. 

“Hey, honey, when’d ya wake up?” he said softly. 

“Not too long ago.” Rebecca hummed, stretching across his bed. 

It would be some time until Mary arrived and he was a bit hungry himself and he had never asked Rebecca to make him anything, mainly because he was scared she’d slap the shit out of him if he dared ask her to cook. But he’d figured he’d ask anyway. He sat down beside her and smiled. “Baby?” he hummed. 

“Yes?” she smiled at him. 

“Would ya mind makin’ me somethin’ to eat and Lisa as well? Mary won’t be here for another hour or so..” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rebecca furrowed her brow at him and gave him a look. 

“Is this your way of trying to turn me into some housewife? Because that won’t happen, but sure I’ll make something.” she laughed, rolling her eyes. 

“You? A housewife? Hell would freeze over if that happened, baby. Do ya know how to cook?” he laughed. 

Rebecca reached over and slapped his arm hard as she sat up. 

“Shut up and yes I do know how to cook.” she huffed as she climbed out of his bed and went to put a pair of pants on as he chuckled. 

“I’m just askin’. Ya know what I like, honey?” he smiled. 

“Mhm.. I’ve seen you order it a dozen times, Elvis. Two eggs hard and bacon burnt.” she laughed. Elvis was impressed that she remembered just how he liked his eggs and bacon, he wouldn’t eat it any other way or at all if it wasn’t made right. 

“Thank you, baby. Lisa likes pancakes.” he smiled. 

Rebecca nodded before she headed out of the room and downstairs to his massive kitchen, where she didn’t know where anything was so she was opening cabinets looking for pans and everything she needed. She wanted to make sure that she made the pancakes just right for Lisa, hoping that if she didn’t like her that would make her like her. Lisa could hear the slamming of cabinets and pans clanging from downstairs and she assumed that Mary had come and she always loved whatever she cooked. So she came out of her room and hurried downstairs excitedly and then when she saw the woman in the kitchen wasn’t Mary she furrowed her brow, wondering who this person was. Rebecca was getting Elvis’ eggs and bacon started when Lisa came walking into the kitchen behind her. 

“Who are you?” the sassy little voice said. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow when she heard the small voice behind her and the amount of sass behind it and she turned to see Lisa standing with her arms folded across her chest. Rebecca was taken aback because she had seen tons of pictures of Lisa and she looked like Elvis, but seeing her in person she could’ve been his twin. Rebecca placed her hands on her hips and decided to give her the sass right back. 

“I’m Rebecca, who are you?” she hummed, acting as if she had no idea who this little girl was in front of her. 

Lisa narrowed her eyes at the young woman because how could she not know who she is? Everyone knew who she was but Lisa knew who she was as soon as she said her name. “I’m Lisa!” she huffed. 

“Oh, that’s right, your daddy has told me so much about you.” Rebecca smirked, the two of them stared at one another and it felt as if Lisa was trying to intimidate her, but that wouldn’t work with her. Lisa looked behind Rebecca and saw the mess she had made in the kitchen. 

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked. 

“Your daddy asked me to make the two of you breakfast. You like pancakes, right?” Rebecca asked. 

Lisa was surprised to know she knew that and she was still suspicious about her as she looked Rebecca up and down and looked around the kitchen. “I like chocolate chip pancakes.” Lisa muttered. 

Rebecca furrowed her brow. “Oh okay, um, I’ll have to see if there’s chocolate chips.” she said softly, now searching around the kitchen frantically as Lisa watched her and began to giggle watching her nervously look around. Lisa went to take a seat at the table and continued to watch her. 

“The chocolate chips are in the fridge.” Lisa chimed in. 

“Oh, I knew that.” Rebecca rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge and found the chocolate chips and then went back to the stove to finish up Elvis’ food. Lisa continued to watch her. 

“Are you daddy’s new girlfriend?” Lisa asked. 

Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at Lisa and smiled to herself, she wasn’t really sure what the two of them were because they never actually labeled it as anything. “Um.. Yeah, I guess I am.” she hummed. 

Lisa nodded, now having to get to know Rebecca. “I liked Linda.” she muttered. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at the sound of that name and tried her best to not let it get to her. “I’m sure she was nice.” she mumbled, plating Elvis’ food for him and turning to face Lisa. “Do you think you can take this up to your daddy?” she asked. 

Lisa smiled and nodded, carefully taking the plate into her hands and then slowly making her way out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. Rebecca started on the pancakes and could overhear Lisa calling out to Elvis that his food was ready. Elvis smiled at his little girl and leaned down to kiss her cheek as he took the plate, assuming that she and Rebecca had met. “Thank you, honey. She cooked it just how daddy likes it.” he chuckled. “Why don’t ya go back down and help her with your pancakes, baby.” he hummed. She huffed not really wanting to help Rebecca and she nodded and headed back downstairs and she walked up to Rebecca, peering over at the pancake mix. 

“That’s not enough chocolate chips.” Lisa muttered as she went to grab a chair and sliding it over towards Rebecca and she climbed on top of it. Rebecca gave her a look and watched as she took the bag of chocolate chips and nearly poured the whole bag in. 

“You’re gonna have more chocolate chips than pancakes.” Rebecca replied. 

“So?” Lisa snapped. 

“Okay, they’re your pancakes.” she rolled her eyes, she could tell the two of them were not going to get along already. She began to pour the batter in the pan making her a few pancakes. Once they were finished she plated them and sat it on the table along with the syrup and Rebecca decided to eat one of the extra ones along with some eggs she made for herself and the two girls sat at the table beside each other, not saying a word as they began to eat. Elvis was curious as to how things were going downstairs so once he finished his breakfast he headed downstairs and quietly stood off to the corner as he watched the two of them. 

Rebecca looked over at Lisa determined to get this kid to like her. “So, what kind of music do you listen to?” she asked, taking another bite of her eggs. Lisa looked at her as she shoved another piece of her pancake into her mouth and she looked at Rebecca’s shirt. 

“I like Led Zeppelin.” Lisa mumbled. 

“You do?” Rebecca said, surprised, smiling. 

She nodded. “Daddy can’t stand it when I play their songs.” she laughed. 

“Oh, really? He told me he liked them. He’s probably just mad you aren’t listening to him.” Rebecca teased. 

“I like daddy’s songs, but Led Zeppelin is better.” she giggled. Elvis rolled his eyes and shook his head, he only hated when she played their songs because she’d have it so loud. 

“Robert is cute.” Lisa giggled. Rebecca grinned and giggled along with Lisa. 

“He is cute. But Jimmy is hot. That hair, those curls.. He’s gorgeous.” Rebecca laughed. Lisa giggled and nodded in agreement, she knew Elvis would hate to hear her talking like that. 

Elvis was feeling uncomfortable now listening to their conversation and he just shook his head in disapproval, but he was happy that the two of them had something in common and were getting on fine, even if he was getting a little jealous of the way Rebecca was talking about Jimmy Page.. 

“I’ve seen them in concert a few times. Maybe one time your daddy will let me take you.” Rebecca smiled, feeling the tension between them slowly fading. 

“Really?!” Lisa said happily, continuing to eat her pancakes. 

“Mhm, but we’ll see what he says.” she shrugged. 

Elvis suddenly emerged and made his presence known. “Are y’all done talking about boys now? Yisa, you ain’t old enough to go to a concert like that.” 

“Were you listening this entire time!?” Rebecca laughed, shaking her head. 

“Not the whole time. But I heard enough.” he shot her a playful glare. 

She smiled at him sweetly, finishing up her breakfast. 

“The two of you hurry up and finish and get dressed. I want to show Rebecca Memphis and maybe we’ll do a little Christmas shopping for any last minute gifts.” Elvis smiled. 

Rebecca smiled and cleaned up the plates and the mess she made in the kitchen and Lisa hurried upstairs to get changed, excited to take a ride around town. Elvis came over to Rebecca and slipped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her cheek softly. “She seems to take a liking to you.” he mumbled. 

“Yeah, you should’ve been down here when she first came in here. She’s a little spit fire. Man, she could be your twin.” Rebecca laughed, causing Elvis to laugh because he agreed. She was  finishing up cleaning and then slipping out of Elvis’ grasp. “I’m going to get dressed.” she smiled, kissing his lips before she headed upstairs to quickly change. She sported a mini dressed with some knee high boots and her afghan coat and when she got downstairs Elvis and Lisa were already waiting. Lisa reached out to touch her coat and she smiled up at Elvis. 

“Can I have a coat like this, daddy? It’s pretty.” she hummed.

Rebecca smiled and looked at Elvis who was smiling down at Lisa and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sure, baby, if we can find one while we’re out I’ll buy ya one.” he mumbled and Lisa ran out to the car excitedly. Rebecca laughed softly, seeing how much Elvis adored Lisa and would give her anything she asked for. She thought it was the cutest thing. “Damn, you look good, baby.” he muttered, eyeing Rebecca up and down as he took her hand. 

“Thank you, honey. I knew you would like it.” she whispered, kissing his cheek before she let go of his hand and followed Lisa to the car. A smirk formed on his lips and he followed his girls out and hopped into the driver's seat as they both got in the car, Lisa sitting right in the middle of them as Elvis began to drive off and out the gates of Graceland. Elvis showed Rebecca everything, from the first apartments he lived in with his family, to the first real fancy house they lived in before Graceland, along with where he recorded his first song at Sun Studios and where he graduated high school. This was the usual thing Elvis did whenever someone hadn’t been to Memphis he’d show them every piece of history that got him to where he was today. Rebecca loved every moment of it and just getting to know Elvis more and actually seeing these places he always spoke about with her. Then they finally got to a few shops and the three of them went inside. When Elvis tried to hold Rebecca’s hand, Lisa butted in and took his hand before Rebecca got the chance and she glanced down at Lisa who was sticking her tongue out at her, Rebecca narrowed her eyes and she stuck her tongue out back at her, she had thought they were getting along, but it seemed Lisa wasn’t going to be giving in that easily.

As they walked around the store Rebecca ventured off on her own looking for a gift to buy Elvis, but she wasn’t sure what to get him. She wanted it to be special and unique and then she suddenly got an idea when she saw a flier in the store for a local photographer shop that said they take professional portraits and suddenly Rebecca grinned widely, knowing exactly what she was going to do for him, she took the flier and stuffed it into her purse and she saw Lisa walking toward her as Elvis was still looking around buying gifts for everyone he hadn’t bought for yet. 

“Will you help me pick a gift out for my daddy?” Lisa said, looking up at her. 

“Oh, sure, what did you have in mind for him?” she asked. 

Lisa just shrugged, having no idea what to get him. 

“Okay, let’s find him something.” she said softly, as the two of them walked around the store together looking at a few different things until Lisa stopped and saw a few  little bracelets and she pointed at one. 

“What about that?” she asked. 

“That would be cute. We could get it engraved and have it say, ‘I love you’ on the front and then on the back ‘From Yisa’ how’s that sound” she smiled. Lisa liked that idea and nodded her head with a smile. “Okay, go distract him  so he doesn’t come over here.” Lisa laughed and ran over to Elvis getting his attention by trying to show him a few things in the store. Rebecca asked one of the shop owners for the bracelet Lisa picked out and told him how she wanted it engraved and while Elvis was distracted she quickly paid for it and the shop owner told her it would be ready later that day or early tomorrow morning. Rebecca nodded and thanked him before she joined Elvis and Lisa. 

“Ready to go?” Elvis asked. 

“Yes.” she hummed. 

“Okay, let me go pay for this and we can head back to the house.” he said before walking up to the checkout counter to pay for all the things he picked out. Lisa looked up at Rebecca and reached over to hold her hand. Rebecca was surprised when she felt her take her hand and she smiled at the little girl. 

“Thank you, Becca.” Lisa hummed, giving her a nickname. 

Rebecca laughed, because only her friends called her that but she didn’t mind if she did that only meant maybe they were becoming friends. “Anytime, kid.” she grinned. Elvis came back with his hands full of bags. 

“Let’s go, ladies..” he hummed and the three of them headed out to the car and Rebecca helped Lisa inside as Elvis put the bags in the back and then got into the driver's seat. Lisa fumbled around with the radio and Elvis raised an eyebrow at her because he couldn’t keep up with some of the music she listened to but he never stopped her when she wanted to listen to something she liked. She finally stopped it at a station that was playing David Bowie’s Golden Years. Rebecca grinned at Lisa when she started to sing along to the song, she was liking this kid more and more and then she too joined in along with her, clapping along to the song. Elvis shook his head and laughed as he listened to the two of them singing. He didn’t mind Bowie, especially knowing Lisa liked him but he did find him a little strange. 

“Gold, golden years, gold, whop whop whop, come get up, my baby..” Rebecca sang loudly. 

“Run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years..” Lisa sang happily.

“I'll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years.. Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years!” They both sang together, laughing. 

Elvis was smiling and surprisingly humming along to the song as his fingers drummed against the steering wheel. He was so happy to see the two of them just bonding and finding more things they have in common. He knew it took Lisa time to warm up to people, but he knew she’d love Rebecca the way he did and the breath of fresh air that she was and just how fun she could be. Rebecca just never failed to surprise him or make him smile. 

Christmas Day

Graceland was packed with everyone and their families, Rebecca had never seen such a sight at Christmas with her family. It was always just her parents and her grandmother. But anything Elvis did was grand. Everyone was sitting in the living room by the Christmas tree ready to exchange their gifts. Rebecca was saving her gift for last because she didn’t want anyone but Elvis to see it. Three days prior she had made a plan to get some professional photos taken of her for him personally. She had gotten in contact with the photographer and the photoshoot she was asking for was something he had never done before, but she was a paying customer and he agreed. She had borrowed Elvis’ car and told him she had a few things she wanted to get for Lisa, which she did along with doing her photoshoot. Rebecca was no stranger to the camera clothes on or off. She took some racy photos for Elvis, posing seductively against a sheet and a pillow in her lingerie. She wore lace white panties that hardly covered her ass and a white lace bra that left nothing to the imagination and when they had gotten more than enough photos, she was quite pleased with how they came out. She placed them in a pink envelope and wrote ‘Elvis’ on the front before tying a little ribbon around it. She of course had another gift to give him that was something appropriate to give in front of everyone. Now she was sitting beside him with the little envelope in her purse as everyone began to give their gifts to each other. Elvis handed three to Rebecca, and a few others out to everyone else, Lisa had more than anyone and they all sat underneath the tree. Before she excitedly tore them all open she grabbed her gifts she wanted to give him, two of them being little pictures she had drawn for him and then a little box that housed the bracelet she and Rebecca picked out for him. 

“Here you go, daddy. I got these for you! Becca helped me pick that one.” she smiled, pointing at the box. 

Elvis smiled widely at them both and when he saw the two pictures she had drawn for him, he was nearly tearing up at them as he pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, Yisa. I love my pretty pictures. Now let’s see what’s in this little box.” he beamed, tearing the wrapping paper off and opening the box to see the little silver bracelet and he read the engraving that was on it and now his smile was even bigger and he pulled her into another hug and she giggled softly, hugging him back. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” he hummed, looking over at Rebecca and smiling at her, reaching over to take her hand, thanking her. Rebecca nodded, smiling at the two of them. “Open your gifts, Rebecca.” he grinned. 

Rebecca smiled, opening each one of her gifts. She hated when Elvis bought her anything because he could never do something simple; he had to go above and beyond. He had gotten her a few pieces of expensive jewelry, a matching necklace and earrings set that perfectly matched her style. “Oh my god, Elvis, this looks too expensive for me..” she said softly. 

“Do you like it, baby?” he asked. 

“Well, yeah, but this is too much..” she hummed. 

“It’s a Christmas present. Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” he leaned over to kiss her softly. “Now open the last one.” he grinned. 

“Okay, okay. Thank you, Elvis.” she smiled as she opened the last gift that was in a tiny box. She raised an eyebrow when saw it was a key. “Um, what is this to?” she asked curiously. Elvis got up and helped her up. 

“Why don’t ya go outside and see..” he beamed. She furrowed her brow at him and then nervously began to walk toward the front door and everyone followed behind her. The guys already knew what it was but everyone else had no idea. When Rebecca stepped outside a car just like Elvis’ strutz was parked out front. Rebecca looked back at Elvis confused. “It’s yours!” Elvis said happily. 

“W-What?” she mumbled. 

“I saw how much you liked driving mine and well, I figured I’d get you your own, baby. You ain’t gonna be drivin’ like a damn maniac in mine.” he chuckled. 

“Elvis.. A car!? The jewelry is one thing, but now this is way too much. I don’t even drive in New York. What am I going to do with it?” she said, not trying to sound ungrateful. 

“You’ll drive it around here whenever you visit! Don’t ya like it?” he asked. 

“O-of course I do, it’s a beautiful car. But this is way too much as a Christmas gift, Elvis.” she sighed. 

“It’s never too much, baby. I wanted you to have the car.” he smiled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her softly to keep her from saying another word. “Now would ya hush up? Enjoy your new car!” he grinned. She looked up at him and nodded, she was more than appreciative for his gift, but she had never been given something so expensive before. She didn’t feel right for taking it. But she knew he wouldn’t accept no for an answer and that he wouldn’t take it back. “Get in the car and let’s see ya in it.” he grinned. Rebecca went over to the car and Lisa followed behind her wanting to get inside with her, she noticed Lisa following her and opened the passenger side door for her before getting in on the drivers side, running her hands along the leather of the steering wheel and sinking into the leather seats, still unable to believe that he really went and bought her a car. Elvis was smiling proudly seeing his two favorite girls sitting in style in the Strutz. He grabbed the camera from Charlie and took a few pictures of them in it. Now she was feeling a little more comfortable, she and Lisa began to pose for him in the car as he snapped away. 

“Alright, let’s go back inside so Yisa can open her gifts.” Elvis beamed. As soon as Lisa heard that she hopped right out the car and Rebecca laughed getting out of the car and following behind her and everyone else as they went back inside, Elvis slipped his arm around Rebecca and kissed her cheek as they walked in behind everyone and she slipped an arm around him, smiling up at him as they made their way back to the living room and they both sat down on the floor with their arms still wrapped around one another as they watched Lisa open up every single one of her gifts making a mess of the wrapping paper everywhere and she loved every single gift she got. Rebecca looked over at Elvis who was smiling happily because of the happiness on Lisa’s little face. She kissed his cheek several times. 

“I’ve got three gifts for you, but I can only give you one right now..” she whispered to him, giggling softly. He raised an eyebrow wondering what the other two gifts were and he smirked to himself, just nodding at her words. She grabbed the one gift and slide it into his lap and he reached down and smiled, ripping the wrapping paper off and it was obvious it was some sort of clothing because of the box it was in and when he opened it and lifted the shirt up, he narrowed his eyes at her and she started laughing because it was his own Led Zeppelin shirt. 

“Very funny, baby.” he said softly. 

“What is it, daddy?!” Lisa asked curiously. 

Elvis turned the shirt around to show Lisa and she laughed. “I guess I’ll be sporting a Zeppelin shirt like the two of you.” he chucked, shaking his head. Rebecca laughed softly. 

Once everyone had gotten their gifts open and the day was winding down and Lisa was busy playing with her new toys, Elvis and Rebecca eventually snuck away to another room. “Now what are these other gifts? Hm?” he asked. 

“Well.. You’ll have to come upstairs for me to show you, baby.” she giggled, taking his hand and quickly sneaking past everyone and heading upstairs to his bedroom, she locked the door behind her, which caught Elvis’ attention and now he was picking up on what his gift was going to be. She pulled the little pink envelope out and handed it to Elvis. “That’s gift number one. Gift number two will be out in just a second.” she smirked, grabbing her suitcase and heading into the bathroom. Elvis grinned and unraveled the ribbon that was tied around the envelope and then he opened it and slid the photos out and his eyes widened when he realized what they were photos of Rebecca. He grinned to himself as he flipped through them and each one was her in different poses in her bra and panties. It was one hell of a christmas present he thought and now he couldn’t stop looking at them. Beautiful was an understatement when it came to her, she was breathtaking in each photo. He didn’t know how he got so lucky to be with such a gorgeous woman. Just looking at the photos was turning him on. 

Meanwhile Rebecca was in the bathroom getting undressed and she grabbed the lime green stockings she had packed. She wasn’t sure how these few days with Elvis were going to go, but she came prepared for him. She slipped on the soft stockings that went up to her thighs, and then she stood in the mirror and put on some red lipstick and ran her fingers through her hair before giving herself one last look before she opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway in just those lime green sheer stockings, giggling. “Elvis..” she hummed. When he looked up he nearly dropped all the pictures on the floor when he saw her standing in the doorway naked and the stockings that clung to her thighs. 

“Holy.. Goddamn.. I-Is this gift number two?” he asked, chuckling nervously. 

“Mhm.. Did you like the pictures?” she giggled, slowly walking over to him. He was staring up at her his eyes scanning every one of her naked body, completely distracted by the beautiful sight. He couldn’t form words and he just nodded. 

“I love them..” he mumbled.

“Good.. Because I think you’ll like what I give you next even more..” she hummed, biting her bottom lip. 

He swallowed harshly, watching her move closer to him and she grabbed the pictures and tossed them on his bedside table and she pushed him back against the bed and he let out a soft groan as he laid back, staring up at her as she climbed on top of him and when he went to grab her waist, she grabbed his hands and forced them above his head and she shook her head at him. “No touching.. Not yet, daddy..” she whispered as she climbed further up his body until his head was right between her thighs and her pussy inches away from his face and he licked over his lips staring at the one thing he desired more than anything, she squeezed her thighs around his head which caused a groan to escape him, before she sat right on top of his face, slowly dragging her pussy along his nose and his full lips, she let out a soft whimper. She felt so sensitive already and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Elvis was in heaven as his pussy slid up and down his face and her slick coating every inch of it. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass and his hands squeezed her ass tight before he gave it a slap and she squealed softly, smirking at him and he pushed her down more, wanting to be completely buried in her pussy and his wet tongue lapped up every inch of her juices, and circled around her clit before he slid his tongue back down and slip it inside of her and she let out a soft moan.

Elvis began to slowly grind her hips on his face, his nose rubbing right up against her clit and stimulating her even further toward her arousal, he groaned against her pussy as he forced his tongue inside of her deeper and she gasped softly. “Fuck, daddy.. Just like that..” she moaned, grabbing a hand full of his hair with both hands as she began to ride his face slowly, the friction of his nose rubbing up against her clit causing her eyes to roll back and she moaned louder, her thighs squeezing around his head and his groans and moans coming out muffled against her as he tongue fucked her faster. His hands running along her thighs and fingertips circling along the thin fabric of her stockings, squeezing her thighs tight before his hands traveled back up to her ass, slapping it hard. She whimpered quietly, slightly bouncing on his face. Elvis couldn’t get enough of her that he would be willing to suffocate right in her pussy that was dripped in her arousal all over his face. She pulled and tugged at his dark hair, bouncing and riding his face as she threw her head back in ecstasy, crying out his name. She groaned loudly and ate her out like a man starved, she began to pant heavily as her eyes rolled back and nearly lost control of her body when she suddenly reached her orgasm and came all over his face, making a mess over him. He loved it so much that he slipped his tongue out of her and began to lick up every inch of her sweet juices that coated her thighs and dripped from her pussy. She rolled her hips against his face and his arms wrapped around her hips, keeping her still as he licked her clean. She let out soft kitten whimpers, the feeling of his tongue drove her wild. “Mm.. fuck.. Let’s see if little Elvis is awake..” she giggled, reaching behind her and running her hands along his crotch and she could feel just how rock hard he was for her, Elvis’ hips bucked from her touch.. “Mm.. Time to take care of him..” she smirked. 

“P-Please..” Elvis begged, his words muffled from between her legs. She slowly lifted herself off of his face and slid herself back down his body, seeing his face soaked in her juices, he licked his lips wanting to taste more of her. She straddled his lap, unzipping his sweatsuit jacket and practically tearing it off of him and she kissed along his hairy chest slowly and left a trail of kisses all the way down to his belly that she kissed over and over, running her hands along it. He exhaled sharply, watching her kiss every inch of his belly before she tucked her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants and Elvis slightly lifted his hips for her, so needy and desperate for her to release his cock. She slowly slid his pants down and his cock plopped right out hitting up against his belly. She chewed on her bottom lip at the sight of his big cock. 

“You just relax, daddy. I’m going to take good care of you..” she hummed, lifting herself up and grabbing a hold of his cock and slowly guiding it inside of her and she whimpered softly feeling him enter and stretching her out as his cock moved inside of her inch by inch until she made it completely disappear. She let out a shaky moan and he groaned loudly, she placed her hands on his chest and his big hands grabbed her hips and she slowly stirred her hips against him, his cock gradually pumping inside of her with each slow movement she made. Her hands grasped his chest and her nails dug right into his skin as she picked up the pace and now was bouncing on his cock, grinding against him. He was moaning and letting soft grunts escape his lips as he watched her ride him and her breasts bouncing in his face so effortlessly. She looked so beautiful, perfect even the way she bounced on top of him, that he didn’t think it was possible to be more in love than he already was with her. She lifted her hips and slammed right down on his cock and she did that over and over, burying his cock deep inside of her and that drove him crazy. 

“Ah, fuck.. Baby..” he moaned, tightening his grip around her hips and now he held her still and began to thrust his hips upwards, slamming his cock inside her and she squealed and moaned loudly as she leaned over him, her chest pressing against his and his hands grabbed a hold of her ass as she moved against him. Every thrust he made was building the arousal and ecstasy between them. She could never get enough of his cock inside of her. He made her feel like no other man could the way he filled her up and made her body ache in need of him, burned for him, screaming for more as her pussy clenched around him, taking him deeper with each stroke he made that seemed to get harder with each thrust. She liked when he would take charge and remind her of who was the dominant one in their relationship. As she sat herself back up she leaned over him and her breasts ran along his face, he nearly went mad as his hips bucked. The sounds that escaped them were loud and heavy and their bodies hot and slicked in sweat as they moved against each other. Now he was flipping them around and the weight of him consuming her as she wrapped her legs around him and now he pounded deep inside of her, fucking her right into the matteress and she screamed out his name, her nails clawing and scratching at his back. She tried to squeeze him in further, wanting him to just crush her with his body weight.

Their eyes met and sweat gathered at his brow dripped onto her face and she crashed her lips against his as they moaned into each other’s mouths as he thrusted into her deeper, his cock slamming against her walls, she felt sore, but didn’t want it to stop. It felt like the whole room was spinning as her orgasm burned in the pit of her stomach. She could tell he was close because his cock twitched inside of her and his hips bucked and his breathing was so heavy she could feel his breath against her skin. As they continued move as one pushing and pulling at one another and furthering their desire until they reached a breaking point and Rebecca gasped and her eyes rolled back and her body arched against the bed, her body completely giving into him as she came all over his cock and Elvis grunted and heaved with pleasure and when he couldn’t hold back any longer and he knew that he was ready to completely exploded he quickly sat up and pulled out of her, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it fast as his cum came spurting out onto her stomach and she could feel the warm substance dripping down her abdomen. He watched her take two of her fingers and run them along her stomach, playing in his cum and then bringing those fingers to her lips and tasting him. He smirked and leaned over to kiss her lips deeply, she returned his deep kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth before he pulled back and laid down on the bed, exhaling sharply. 

She chewed on her bottom lip, giggling as she stared at him before she rolled out of his bed and went to the bathroom to clean his cum off her stomach and then she came back, climbing back into bed with him, laying on her stomach and her legs dangled in the air moving back and forth as she kissed his cheek. “That was amazing. You are an incredible lover.” she giggled. He raised an eyebrow at her and started to laugh, he grabbed the pictures that sat on his nightstand and looked at them again, smirking. 

“Me? You drove me crazy with the things you do, baby. These photos? Hot damn.. Would ya let me take pictures of you like this?” he smirked, setting them back down and running his hand slowly along her body, caressing her hip. She grinned at his words and then reached over him to the nightstand for her purse to grab her cigarettes, which was what she desperately needed as she sifted through the half empty carton.

"Hm, I would.." she smirked.

She looked at Elvis who was giving her a look because he hated when she smoked cigarettes and she let out a soft sigh, tossing the cigarette back in the carton. “What? I didn’t say anything.” he mumbled. 

“No, but I saw the look you gave me.” she said as she set her purse back down and laid her head against his chest as her arm wrapped around him and his hand ran along her back and he tilted his head down to kiss the top of her head. 

“I hate that tonight is our last night together. I’ve enjoyed these last few days with you, baby.” he said softly. 

Rebecca looked up at him and let out a soft, nodding her head in agreement. 

“Me too, Elvis. It’s been such an amazing few days with you and Lisa. I hate that it has to end.” she whispered, kissing his chin. 

“Doesn’t have to.. If you come with me to Vegas..” he sighed. 

“Elvis.. I can’t.. It’s too soon and all I’ll think about is her. You don’t have many shows left there. So, I can always come back here when you’re home again. Or you can come visit me in New York?” she smiled. 

He sighed and just nodded. 

“I know, honey. I just hate being away from you..” he hummed. 

A small silence fell between them, she nuzzled her face into his warm chest. 

“Do you like Memphis?” he asked. 

“Sure, it’s beautiful. Why?” she replied. 

“Would you ever consider leaving the city and moving here… With me.” he mumbled. 

She lifted her head up from his chest and looked at him with her brow furrowed, understanding what he was asking in not so many words.

“Elvis.. I.. Don’t you think moving in together is a bit too soon? We haven’t even talked about what this is.. What we are.” she said softly.

“What are you talkin’ about? You’re my girl, I’m yours. There’s nothing else to talk about. I don’t think it’s too soon at all. Listen.. I-I don’t want us to end on a bad note. Just think about it, baby. Will ya? You ain’t gotta make a decision now. I was just askin’.” he shrugged, kissing her cheek. 

“You’re my girl, I’m yours.” That was one way of saying be my girlfriend. But she knew with Elvis he never actually said things clearly or plainly, but she knew exactly what he meant and that was fine with her. But moving in.. She wasn’t sure about that. New York had been her home for years and she didn’t know if she could leave it for the country. But it would be something she’d think about for him. 

“Okay, Elvis. I’ll think about it, I will.” she hummed, resting her head back against his chest and they laid there in silence again and she listened to the beating sound of his heart as he caressed his hand along her back delicately. Elvis glanced back down at her and smiled, squeezing her in his arms and then he kissed her head. 

“I should probably go check on Lisa and make sure she gets to bed. She’d be up all night if I let her.” he chuckled. Rebecca nodded at his words, letting out a soft yawn, smiling at him as he slipped out of bed and put his clothes back on. She watched him as she got comfortable, pulling the blankets over naked body.

“You’re such a good father.” she hummed. 

He smiled widely at her words, sometimes he didn’t feel like it. But it was always nice for him to hear it. 

“Thank you, baby. I try to be.” he said, leaning down to steal another kiss from her lips before he slipped out of the room and went to go check on Lisa. He had been gone for some time and Rebecca ended up falling asleep. When he finally returned he smiled warmly at the sleeping woman in his bed and he took his clothes back off and slipped into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling his face into the side of her neck and he inhaled her scent, he was going to miss her so much even if it was just two weeks that they’d be apart again. Elvis eventually fell asleep snuggled up with her and held her tight the entire night. 

The Next Day

Rebecca, Elvis, and Lisa were up early because they all had flights and though Rebecca insisted she’d go to the airport on her own because the last thing she wanted was to see another one of the women in his life. Though she had no issues with his ex wife, she just felt odd. Once she had all her things packed and she helped Lisa with her own stuff and the guys took care of things for Elvis, they all hurried out to the car and Joe drove them all to the airport. Priscila was already waiting at the airport and she smiled when saw her mom, but Lisa never wanted to leave Memphis or her dad. It was a hard goodbye for the both of them as Rebecca watched them. She was more surprised when Lisa climbed over Elvis to give her a hug. Rebecca smiled widely as she hugged Lisa tight. “It was nice meeting you, Becca. Remember to put more chocolate chips in your pancakes!” she laughed. 

Rebecca laughed. 

“I’ll be sure to do that. It was nice meeting you too, kid.” she grinned. 

“Alright, c’mon, honey.” Vernon said softly as he helped Lisa out of the car and took her things and she Elvis waved at one another the entire time until she got into the car and when the car was driving away with her in it to the plane she and Priscilla were to board. As if that goodbye wasn’t hard enough, now he had to say goodbye to another important girl in his life. A goodbye neither of them wanted to do. Elvis turned to her and he removed his glasses and she smiled, she loved when she could see those sleepy blue eyes of his. She cupped his face in her hands, kissing him softly. 

“It’s only two weeks, Elvis, that’s all. Then once you finish your engagement in Vegas, we’ll be together again. Whether it’s here or in New York, baby. But take care of yourself, please?” she smiled, Elvis nodded at her words and he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her deep and she slipped her arms around his shoulders as they shared a long passionate kiss that neither one of them wanted to end. But her flight was leaving and she needed to go. She pulled back from their kiss and she smiled warmly at him. “I love you.” she whispered. 

“I love you too.” he hummed, right before she was going to step out of the car where Red was waiting with her bags, Elvis grabbed her arm and pulled her into one more kiss, she smiled against his lips, kissing him softly. 

“I’ve gotta go, baby. Call me when you get to Vegas.” she mumbled on his lips, he nodded stealing one more kiss before she pulled away and hopped out of the car, waving to him and blowing him a kiss before she took her bags and headed to the plane and Elvis watched as she walked over and she looked back at him, giving him another wave and smiling widely and he was waving back with a smile until she disappeared onto the plane. He let out a soft sigh as Joe drove them over to the Lisa Marie, where he boarded his plane, waving to the few fans that awaited his arrival. The last few days had been the best he had in a long time and the happiest he’d been. He couldn’t wait to finish working to get back to it. He was holding out hope that Rebecca would seriously think about what he asked her, because it wouldn’t be the last time he’d bring it up. 

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