#dubious

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yeah i am going to need part 2 of just the tip omg

Just the Tip Pt. 2

summary: part two of my other imagine, Just the Tip, kind of angsty but not really. reader comes off obnoxiously pure, i know. BUT it’s to go along with the innocent theme

A/N: omg you read my mind!!! I still haven’t edited the first one lmao, so there are still grammatical errors; however, someone has to write Elvis smut. I’m not gonna lie, I have no plan, I just make stuff up as I go along. NOT PROOF READ! Sorry I just wanted to make sure I got it out today.

Warnings: maybe dubious consent? kinky, dirty, nasty, freaky, all the good stuff! breeding kink

Part Three

It had been days since you had last seen Elvis, since he took your innocence. You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t hurt a little at the thought. You understood he was working on some songs at the Sun Studio, but you wished you could meet up for even just an hour. You had been walking around with this guilt in your chest, that you had done the worst thing imaginable in the world. He said he would marry you, said he would love you for the rest of his life. Could he though? His career was just beginning and there’s no way a girlfriend could be good for it, let alone a wife. 

It was 12 am and you were wide awake with your thoughts in your room, you missed Elvis dearly. There was a faint knocking sound coming from your window that distracted you, you looked over and of course it was him. Although you were happy to see him, you were angry too. He didn’t even call you, didn’t even ask you how you were the next day. Nonetheless, you let him in your room. That was something you would always do, let Elvis in no matter what.

“Hey baby, I missed you more than anything in this world,” he said, reaching in to grab your hips and kiss you on the cheek. “I love this little night dress number you’ve got on, can make a man go week in the knees.” He smirked, that god damn smirk, you just looked away in disbelief. 

“What’s the matter baby? How are you feeling?” He cupped your cheeks in his hands, engulfing your face. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you thought of how you’ve been feeling.

“I can’t believe you, now you ask? I was in pain the next day and there was no one there for me,” you managed to choke out, your voice cracked but you were not going to cry.

“I’m so sorry darling, I know I messed up. I should’ve called, should’ve been there for you. I’ve been working so hard so I can put a ring on the pretty little finger,” he said, pulling you into a hug. You felt guilty now, he had been working so hard for you. He promised he would marry you after taking the one thing that society deemed you valuable for, your virginity.

“Really?” you asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. 

“Yes, I wanna give you my last name. Y/N Presley has a pretty nice ring to it, don’t you think?” He asked, looking down at you. You nodded your head in agreeance.

You sat with him and talked for an hour listening all about his songs, letting him lay his head in your lap. He was letting his hand get dangerously close to your private parts again, a part of you longed for him to touch you there but the other part of you knew it was bad news.

You moved his hand away from you, letting the moral part of you win.

“C’mon darling, it ain’t nothing we haven’t done before. It felt real good for you the first time, right?” He asked, but it came out as more of a statement. 

“But, Elvis, you know I wanted to save myself for our wedding night. Plus, if we do it again, I could get pregnant,” you countered. He had convinced you that since you never had sex before that night, you couldn’t get pregnant. Your parents had guarded you from everything, you knew bits and pieces but all your information came from him. And you trusted everything he had to say fully. He lied straight through his teeth; he didn’t want you to worry with the very real possibility. 

“We have to practice to get good, I want our wedding night to be perfect. Don’t you?” He rhetorically asked, he knew it would only take a little convincing. Deep down you wanted it just as much as he did. “Plus, I won’t finish in you. I promise.” Another lie, he just couldn’t help himself. You looked down at his pants and you could see his penis rising. You now knew what that meant, he wanted you. It felt good for him to want you like that.

His hand was under your dress now, his fingers playing with the hem of your underwear as he talked. As he convinced you.

“Okay, but we can’t wake up my parents,” you demanded this. If they walked in on you and Elvis, you would never be allowed to see him again and you would probably be sent to live with your aunt who never got married.

“They won’t hear a thing,” he smirked again, you knew that look on his face. It was always trouble. He kissed you, grabbing the back of your neck and bringing you in. It was a slow and passionate kiss, so very different from the other night. You don’t know what came over you, but you moved so you were sitting on top of him. Your most sensitive part placed on his. He deepened the kiss now, his hands finding their way to your hips. He used them to guide you, to grind on to him. You let out a moan, you could feel him through his pants. Your shear underwear had no real coverage, he just kept bumping your clit.

His hands now moved to grab your butt, gripping it harshly as you now mimicked the movements. “So perfect, Y/N. Never in my life,” he said as he flipped you over, so he was now on top of you. It felt all too familiar like this.

He hovered over you as he began to lift your night dress up over your head, you weren’t wearing a bra, so your nipples were hard as they felt the cold air. The bruises he left on your breasts were still there from last time, marking you as his. 

“When we’re married, you won’t wear clothes around the house. Want to see you like this all day, every day,” he whispered as he was kissing down your neck. He pinched your nipple in his hand and it caused you to squirm. You felt bold now, and you began unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands. Despite last time, you were unfamiliar with everything like this. You knew it felt good, but you knew it was so, so wrong. His tan skin was smooth to the touch, just seeing him like this was so erotic. His dark hair fallen over his face, his lips swollen from kissing you.

He began to kiss down your body till he was face to face with your prívate parts, something to obscene. You didnt know what he was going to do next, but you knew no matter what he did it would feel good.

He slowly took your underwear off, and his face lit up like he was looking at gold. “Such a pretty pussy baby, can’t believe you kept it from me for so long,” he mumbled as he got closer and closer. You gasped once his lips reached your clit sucking on, lightly tugging at it with his teeth.

“T-that’s a bad word,” you managed to moan, it was the nastiest word out there and he said it. He just smiled and continued on, but he brought his finger to your entrance. It was still slightly sore from last time, it was such a big stretch in such a tiny hole. He began to slowly push one finger in, pumping it in and out slowly. Making sure you were accustomed, that you could fit him this time too. You were more tense this time, you knew what he was going to do.

He pulled away from you clit, “so tight baby, holding onto my finger for dear life,” he joked. Joking did not seem appropriate to you in a time like this, it wasn’t funny.

“O-oh my god, Elvis,” you moaned as he continued pumping his finger into you, faster and faster. He began to play with your clit as well. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to this feeling, the pleasure, or the feeling of being invaded. You began to buck your hips as he continued to press harder into your clit. If you could open your eyes, you know what you would see, a smug look on his face. And then, all of the sudden he stopped.

The sudden absence of his finger cause you to open your eyes, you were slightly agitated if you were being completely honest. He was off the bed now, and he began to unbutton and unzip his pants, god in that moment you felt just completely in awe of him. That smug look he has on his face, how he looked so hot with no shirt on, and just how dominating he looked. He was unbelievably attractive.

He was completely nude now and you were able to really look at his penis. Only one word came to your mind, beautiful. You had no clue what anyone else’s looked like, but surely it would never compare to his. It was unbelievably, intimidatingly big. You hadn’t had time to worry the last time you and him did the do, but now you do.

He began to slowly crawl on the bed, kissing up your body as he did. Peppering you with his love. Once he reached your ear, he whispered, “jus’ aching for ya.”

He had no idea how you were aching for him, you had never thought you would feel this way for anyone, ever. How could you resist him though?

You watched as he guided his shaft between your folds, letting his tip meet your entrance. Your breathing picked up, nervousness arising.

He began to kiss you as he entered, both of you releasing a gasp from the feeling. He had only put just the tip in, giving you a moment to adjust before continuing.

“It was like you were made for me,” he moaned in your ear as he pushed in more, it was still stinging as he continued. Your walls were engulfing him.

He soon bottomed out, staying in the position for what feel like hours but it was just mere minutes. It was a sting, but nothing compared to the last time.

“Elvis,” you whispered.

“Hmm,” he replied, eyes closed tight in concentration. He was trying not to move, “tightest pussy I’ve ever had. never in my life, feels so good,” he rambled.

“Start moving,” you interrupted, bucking your hips trying to push him to start moving.

He did, slowly he pulled out so he was just barely in you, and then he thrusted back in, hard. You gasped as his tip hit your cervix, it was a crazy, full feeling.

He reached down between the two of you and continued to play with your swollen, sensitive clit. The feeling combined caused you to see stars, it was overwhelming and powerful. It was so overwhelming you didnt even hear what he was saying, “gonna be my wife and have all my babies, want you to be full of me. Let all those other boys know youre taken,” he murmured mindlessly, drunk off of you.

He kept thrusting harder and faster, continued to play with your clit just the same. “Talk to me baby, how you feeling?” He cockily asked, he knew how you felt. Your head thrown back in pleasure, you truly couldn’t talk. Thank god your bed wasn’t loud or else you would be screwed.

“I-i,” was all you could manage, you wanted to tell him this was even better than last time but you couldn’t.

“Tell me or I’ll stop,” he thrusted harder, played with your clit more if it was even possible.

“A-amazing,” you breathed out, you were stuttering and barely managed to form a sentence. He just kept going, and going. You began to squeeze him with your walls, milking him, tempting him. This threw him off his high horse.

“G-god,” he moaned as you continued to squeeze the life out of him. You both looked down to see how you were connected, how easily he slid in and out of you, how it looked like you were made for him.

A ball was forming in your stomach, just like last time. This was a feeling you wish you could experience all the time, how you lived without it before you didn’t know.

“Gonna fill you up, try my best to make you a mama. You’d be such a good one, tend to my babies,” he whispered in your ear. You were too into your own pleasure to even begin to acknowledged what you were saying. You felt him quickening his pace, you were on the verge of spilling over.

He started thrusting harder too, hitting you at just the right spot. He began moaning in your ear, you knew he had to be close. You forgot about your parents, your parents be damned. This felt too good to stop.

“Bout to bust,” he grunted. Sweat was dripping off of him onto you. You pulled his face to kiss you down to you, both of you moaning as it continued. It was dirty, raw, and messy. Everything you came to love about Elvis, he was the polar opposite of you.

“I-I’m, bout to finish,” you managed to moan as he kissed down your neck. Sucking at your skin, lapping at it.

Then it hit you, a raw, pleasurable feeling. It was like you were seeing stars, totally, blissfully unaware of anything. You were just moaning uncontrollably. You were so into your own pleasure you didn’t even notice Elvis had finished as well, didn’t even notice the warmth overflowing. He had promised not to, so why would you think otherwise?

He collapsed on top of you, head laying against your breast. You didn’t even think about him finishing, the thought never crossed your mind. He stayed inside of you, making sure nothing escaped.

You played with his hair as he slept, you knew you couldn’t stay like this. Your parents were bound to come in your room in the morning, and if they found Elvis in here, it would be the end of you and him.

You could no longer keep your eyes open either, blissfully unaware of what the love your life did. Now you were bound to him, nothing could come between you. Not your daddy, not your momma, and certainly not your morals. Your ring laid in his pocket, which is what he came over to give you; however, he got a little distracted.

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KINTOBER 12 - Somnophilia This is a bit dubious so proceed with caution. Art related to my fic on AO3 because I have no originality left in me :D The fic if anyone is interested:

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Kinktober Day 4 - Love Potion

Ace x GN Reader N/SFW Dub c0n/One Sided/ mind altering substance. Word Count: 1,600

Sighing you looked over the dusty books and tarnished maps, pushing over a stack of the old tomes and wincing as they toppled off the desk, getting Ace’s attention. The island had been empty, devoid of all life except this tiny cottage in the middle of the woods, hidden away from the shore and prying eyes.

The thick layer of dust and thick cobwebs strung across every beam and tucked in every corner was enough to make you assume it was long forgotten. 

Ace had lit up every candle and lantern in the cottage, spreading a warm glow throughout the creepy little house. You and Ace had been on a mission, the sea turning sour forcing you both to seek shelter from the nearest island.

Even now you could hear the storm outside, the frail roof creaking and the loose window panes rattling in their frames. Ace kept looking up at every bang against the back door. His jumping made you jump and you sighed as you opened a large book, hearing the heavy cover thud against the table.

“Oh wow, Ace, look at this.” You mumbled and saw that instead of pages filled with words there was a cut-out with a bottle.

The bottle looked brand new, the glass spotless, no dust of scuffs, it was pristine and inside the glass bottle was a liquid that looked like red wine, so rich in texture as you lifted it up and swirled it around in the bottle.

“I bet its blood.” Ace commented as he stepped over and took it from you, how he tipped it upside down and watched its sluggish movement.

“It’s definitely thicker than wine but it’s not blood.” You scoffed and watched him pull out the stopper and sniff it.

Ace wrinkled his nose when a pink-tinged mist escaped into the air and he coughed a little, it was sweet smelling, it wasn’t wine nor blood he deducted and gave it another sniff. Like fruit and candy. His stomach grumbled and he wondered if there was any harm in taking a swig, it might sate his need to fill his stomach, at least a bit.

He pressed the bottle to his lips and you stared at him wide-eyed, you lurched forward to grab it out of his hand, to knock it to the ground or something “Ace! Don't you fucking dare!” You were too late though as he took a hefty gulp.

Licking his lips he nodded, the taste had been pleasant.

“Ace you fuckin’ what if that kills you?” You sighed an exasperated sigh as you dropped your arms down by your sides and wondered if you could at least get ahold of Marco or Deuce, see if the denden could connect.

“Oh, your such a baby.” He said with a laugh and watched you sit on the desk, digging through your bag to find the small snail.

“We will see who the baby is when your crying to Marco about a bad stomach.” You mumbled and managed to find the denden.

There was a smash of glass that made you drop the creature onto the desk, you stared in the direction of the windows, worried a tree had been blown over and a branch had comprised the windows. Narrowing your eyes you didn’t see anything, about to say something your attention returned to Ace who was no longer holding the bottle, the contents hissing on the floor and vanishing into the floor.

His eyes changed, they looked half-lidded as he stared ahead at you. He didn’t seem all there as he looked flushed, his freckled cheeks seemed to be on fire with blush and he fanned himself. 

“Ace?” You prompted and walked over to him, that was when his attention focused on you completely and he reached out for you.

You cried out when his lips were on your neck in seconds, open-mouthed and sloppy, drooling across your skin as his hands pawed at you, pushing up your shirt and grabbing at your chest, hands finding your nipples and running his thumb over them.

Crying out in pleasure and surprise you wriggled in his grasp, hands trying to fight him off as he sucked on the skin at your neck, causing little marks to appear as his mouth moved further down, claiming your collarbone to the same fate.

“Ace!” You hissed again and felt hot yourself, blushing at his forward actions, you glanced down and saw his heavy eyes focused on your mouth, how it moved when you gasped when you cried out his name.

“Please, what’s wrong with you?”  You asked him as he rutted his erection against your thigh.

“I can’t stop myself, that potion m-must have been something.” He replied, the words slightly muffled against the skin of your neck.

That made sense and as awful as this situation was, at least it was your boyfriend, at least you were used to him and you knew it wasn’t his rational thinking. You just needed to go ahead with it, maybe letting him fuck you while high on the mystery substance is what he needed to get it over and done with.

He pulled off your shirt in one motion which had you blinded by fabric for a moment, he was fast, he always was when it came to undressing you and himself. He’d pulled down your shorts and underwear, and had you pushed over the desk, books, and papers flying everywhere.

It reminded you of the one time you’d fucked in Marco’s office.

His mouth connected with your neck once more, kissing and bruising the skin, laying claim to every inch as his mouth kissed his way down your neck, your collarbone until he placed his lips firmly around your nipple and sucked.

You dug your hands into his hair and gripped, head falling back as you moaned, his hand already between your thighs and touching your sex, knowing just what you liked he played with you, feeling the arousal building, making you need him.

“I’m not ready!” You said, pleading in your voice as his erect cock prodded at your hole, rubbing precum across the entrance as you thrashed.

“Sorry, I– I gotta… Sorry,,” His apology fell flat, mingled with his desperate husky voice as he returned to sucking your nipple, lapping his tongue over the pert bud and pinching your other one.

You were aroused but nowhere ready for his thick cock. You gripped his hair harder when the tip of his cock breached your body, sliding in with resistance, your body arching as he sheathed himself fully inside, he at least waited for you to relax.

Ace had the sense to play with your sex as he fucked into you, working you up with his hand, he knew how fast you liked it, how firm. He let go of the nipple and kissed your shoulder, biting into the flesh as he managed to bottom out fully.

“Fuck, so tight.” He hissed, drooling on the bite mark you now had emerged on your shoulder.

You tried to think about the pleasure he was giving you as he started to pull out of your hole, dragging his thick cock as he did. He started to pick up his pace, the old desk you were fucked over creaking and the legs screeching on the wood as it was rattled.

His panting and the crying of wood filled the air, your moans gaining in confidence as the pleasure he was providing you with started to relax your body which meant your body started to relax, taking him better as he slammed into you.

Ace’s hips snapped against yours as he cried out his enjoyment in your ear, holding you tightly as he tried to finish as fast as he could, the desire to stuff you full of his cum and the want for this all to be over bubbling to the forefront of his mind.

Despite it all, you could feel your climax approaching, you let go of his hair, digging nails into his sides as you threw back your head and moaned. His hand on your sensitive sex worked double time as he fucked into you with an unrelenting pace, sloppy as he was getting overwhelmed by his desire.

The heat that controlled his body, unlike anything he’d ever felt, was starting to dispute the closer he got to cumming. With one final thrust as you cried out his name, gripped him harder with your thighs, body convulsing as you came.

He came with you, filling your hole with thick hot cum, unlike anything you’d felt before. There felt like so much more than usual and it felt so hot, burning you up as you moaned once more as his cock softened in you, slipping out.

Ace sighed, panting and looking at your entrance, watching the thick cum leaking from your abused hole. He blinked, his rational thoughts coming back before he looked at you. Fucked out with a blissful look on your face, he quickly gathered you up and kissed your face, kissing over the marks he’d made.

“I’m so, so, so sorry.” He winced and held you against his chest.

Wrapping arms around his neck you sighed and shrugged. “It’s okay Ace, I know that wasn’t you just then… but maybe we learned a lesson huh?” You said with a mumble and he stared at you with a confused look.

“We don't eat or drink random stuff we find just laying around, right?”

“I promise.” He said and kissed your cheek.

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Plus one, 2019

[word-of-day]

Dubious:

adjective

hesitating or doubting

not to be relied upon; suspect

[dougielombax]

Oik.

The Deceiver.

*Anakin’s Dark Deeds begins to play ominously in the background slowly getting louder*

[foxglovecove]

Aziraphale is dubious about his new role…

(If you’re passing by and this makes you smile, would very much appreciate a reblog. Just helpful to get the ol’ art out there. Thanks!)

[a-little-specificity]

dubious & poison

for @wolfstarmicrofic

Aconite, monkshood, wolfbane - the queen of poisons.

Sirius could recite all the names attributed to this particular blue-purple flower, firstly because he was always ace in potions (thank you very much) and secondly because of his vested interest in keeping a certain werewolf alive.

So it stopped him in his tracks when Remus, still tip-toeing around him like Sirius might break at any moment, asked if Sirius would be willing and able to help him brew a Wolfsbane potion.

"I, I have all the ingredients - Dumbledore made sure of that, but you know me, Pads, I've always been shite at potions. And I just figured it would be easier - "

Sirius let Remus trail off, still trying to grasp what he was even going on about. A potion with wolfsbane that Remus was willingly taking? Had taken before? Twelve years in Azkaban, what have I bloody missed?

"Mate, I'm not going to help you poison yourself. I know I'm not ah - as mentally stable as I used to be but you can't think I'm that far gone as to let you do that."

"P-poison myself? Sirius, no, that's not -" Remus pauses, shakes his head and sits down on the old-worn in sofa. From the set of his shoulders, his voice, Sirius can tell it's taken a lot for Remus to ask Sirius for help, for this favor. Remus has never been the type to ask for help, and even more so now, with the awkwardness between them only just beginning to fade as they rediscover themselves and work through their separate traumas, together.

"They developed a...well not a cure. A reprieve really. A potion that let's me keep my mind during the full. It's, it's not perfect but it's better than the alternative, that much I can say. Especially going the last few moons without it." Remus sighs, a hand running absently through his hair, a gesture Sirius recognizes as one of Remus' tells when he's anxious.

"Severus had been tasked with making it for me during my tenure at Hogwarts - that's the only time I've - the ingredients are rare and expensive if you're able to source them at all. And really it requires someone with advanced potions knowledge to even brew it. Safe to say that the vast majority of the werewolf population has no access but that's a whole other - "

Sirius cut him off, sitting next to him on the couch and placing a hand on Remus' shoulder.

"Moony." Sirius says firmly, confidently, despite the fact that he hasn't so much as glanced at a cauldron in twelve years. "Of course I'll help you. I just wish you would've asked sooner."

Remus offers a small smile, turning his head slightly to rest his cheek on Sirius' hand in what Sirius knows to be a silent thank you.

cross-posted on A03

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Silly and dubious

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For example,

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Dreamed someone claimed that in all of Scooby-Doo!, Shaggy never got captured

Not once in like, a million episodes

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I promise I still draw. Art fight reminded me that I have OCs and I was going to make refs for them but realized No. I cannot. Wanna see my batsona or what have you anyways?? Ms. Fringe Possibilities??? Reiner’s in there too? They’re kinda buddies? Tumblr doesn’t know who Reiner is and that’s okay for now.

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