#hot actors over 50

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Yami Gautham’s hilarious “A Thursday” became the most watched OTT film of the year | KKG INFO

“Request you not to review”: Yami Gautam slams Anupama Chopra’s website for “disrespectful” Dasvi review. Yami Gautam Dhar, who played the lead role in the OTT release ‘A Thursday’, which has become the most viewed film so far with over 25 million views, thanked the audience for making the venture a success. “It feels like a very important part of my journey as an actor! Thank you,” Yami Gautam…

[slasher-male-wife]

Telling slashers you like 'hot old men'

I am an old man lover and enjoyer for life. I love hot old men I hope I become one when I'm older. So what better way then to make a post appreciating all of the hot old men I'm in love with. I know some of these men aren't like super old but it's still kind of old ok? We're talking an age range from 30's-50's. Also this was buried in my drafts since like April.

Includes: Doomhead, The Grabber, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Hannibal Lecter, and Bo Sinclair

Warnings: Implied kidnapping in The Grabbers section

Doomhead

He honestly thought you said something else when you first said it. You two were watching a movie together and you made a comment on how you love "hot old men".

When he asks you to repeat yourself and you confirm that you said you love hot old men he laughs. He knows he's an older man but you saying that is really funny to him.

"Are you calling me an old man, sugar?" He asks you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. After you clarify you don't mean it in a negative way he just keeps laughing quietly.

He'll bring this up from time to time when he sees fit. He honestly might play up the 'old man' act just to tease you about it even more. But he's not too offended that you said it.

The Grabber

Because you've been behaving well he decided to treat you by giving you a magazine. He sat with you in the basement while you looked through the magazine.

He noticed you lingering on a page for a bit longer than the others. He asks you about why you're still on that page. You chuckle and tell him it's because there's an actor you love on it. "I just love old men." You say casually.

He pauses for a moment before he chuckles himself. He's an older man himself and because of your recent behavior. "Is that why you've been behaving so well for me?" He asks with a smile behind his mask.

Your chuckle and smile in response is all he needs to know. He's going to start subtly showing his age to you more and more. I think he'll try to show off his hands and arms. He's going to be so cocky about this and you'll never hear the end of it.

Mark Hoffman

You and Hoffman are coworkers and you've been dropping hints to him about your attraction to him. Today you were working with Hoffman, looking over some tapes when the discussion of how long you've been in the force came up.

When Hoffman mentioned when he graduated from the police academy and made a comment about how he's old you smiled and said, "Good thing I love old men."

He laughed it off at first then got a little defensive about how he's "not that old". You explained to him that you never meant it to be rude, you just meant to say that you find older men attractive.

He just nodded his head and went back to watching the tape over. But over the next few days he kept thinking about what you said. It's the most outwardly flirty you've been with him before. When he next sees you he asks you out and you accept.

Peter Strahm

You're on a date with him after being introduced to each other by a mutual friend. He took you somewhere nice and he's driving you home. You both feel a strong connection.

He mentions how long he's been working in the FBI and makes a comment about how you must think he's so old. But when you chuckle and tell him "Don't worry, I love old men." He chuckles too.

Peter isn't too much older than you but he still finds your comment funny. He asks you why and when you talk about how older men are more mature, provide stability, and they're just hot, he smiles and puts a hand on your thigh.

He thinks about your comment for awhile after the date. The comment and how well the date went leads him to asking you out again, which you of course say yes to.

Hannibal Lecter

You met Hannibal at an opera and he found you very attractive. He invited you over for dinner later in the week and you accepted. He made sure to make an impressive meal for you, which isn't hard for him to do.

You two start talking over dinner and Hannibal talks about his career as a surgeon then as a psychiatrist. He makes a comment about how you must think he's very old and you reply with, "I don't mind at all. I love old men."

He chuckles and says he's not that old. You tell him you know that but you start talking about how you love a man who looks more mature and has his life well put together.

The dinner goes well and he invites you over again later in the month. But he can't stop thinking about your comment. He knows he's an older man but he doesn't think he's that old. But the comment doesn't get to him too much because you like him anyway.

Bo Sinclair

You're sitting with Bo in his garage while he's working on a car. You're reading an old magazine when you start to giggle. He asks you what's so funny and you talk about how hot this model is.

When you show him the model Bo talks about how he looks pretty old to which you reply with "I love old men." Bo sets down his tool and looks at you.

"Are you saying I'm old, darlin'?" He asks you. You think for a moment before you tell him no. Bo is in his early 30's and you don't really consider that old.

You have to explain to him that by "old men" you mean men in their 40's and above. Bo will tease you about this constantly. Any time you two see an older man, either it being in a movie or a victim he asks you if he's your type.

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Propaganda

Yvonne De Carlo (Frontier Gal, The Ten Commandments, Casbah)— Although most famous for playing Lily Munster in The Munsters, Yvonne De Carlo had a successful movie career throughout the 1940s and 1950s, appearing in such films as “The Ten Commandments”, “Sea Devils” and two Munster movies later in life.

Setsuko Hara (Tokyo Story, Late Spring, The Idiot)— "'The only time I saw Susan Sontag cry,' a writer once told me, his voice hushed, 'was at a screening of a Setsuko film.' What Setsuko had wasn’t glamour—she was just too sensible for that—it was glow, one that ebbed away and left you concerned, involved. You got the sense that this glow, like that of dawn, couldn’t be bought. But her smiles were human and held minute-long acts, ones with important intermissions. When she looked away, she absented herself; you felt that she’d dimmed a fire and clapped a lid on something about to spill. Over the last decade, whenever anyone brought up her lips—'Setsuko’s eternal smile,' critics said, that day we learned that she’d died—I thought instead of the thing she made us feel when she let it fall." - Moeko Fujii

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Yvonne de Carlo:

The woman who brought Burt Lancaster to his knees.

Setsuko Hara:

One of the best Japanese actresses of all time; a symbol of the golden era of Japanese cinema of the 1950s After seeing a Setsuko Hara film, the novelist Shūsaku Endō wrote: "We would sigh or let out a great breath from the depths of our hearts, for what we felt was precisely this: Can it be possible that there is such a woman in this world?"

One of the greatest Japanese actresses of all time!! Best known for acting in many of Yasujiro Ozu's films of the 40s and 50s. Also she has a stunning smile and beautiful charm!

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She's considered by some to be the greatest Japanese actress of all time! In Kurosawa's The Idiot she haunts the screen, and TOTALLY steals the show from Mifune every time she appears.

"No other actor has ever mastered the art of the smile to the same extent as Setsuko Hara (1920–2015), a celebrated star and highly regarded idol who was one of the outstanding actors of 40s and 50s Japanese cinema. Her radiant smile floods whole scenes and at times cautiously undermines the expectations made of her in coy, ironic fashion. Yet her smile's impressive range also encompasses its darker shades: Hara's delicate, dignified, melancholy smile with which she responds to disappointments, papers over the emotions churning under the surface, and flanks life's sobering realizations. Her smiles don't just function as a condensed version of her ever-precise, expressive, yet understated acting ability, they also allow the very essence of the films they appear in to shine through for a brief moment, often studies of the everyday, post-war dramas which revolve around the break-up of family structures or the failure of marriages. Her performances tread a fine line between social expectation and personal desire in post-war Japan, as Hara attempts to lay claim to the autonomy of the female characters she plays – frequently with a smile." [link]

Leading lady of classic Japanese cinema with a million dollar smile

Maybe the most iconic Japanese actress ever? She rose to fame making films with Yasujiro Ozu, becoming one of the most well-known and beloved actresses in Japan, working from the 30s through the 60s in over 100 hundred. She is still considered one of the greatest Japanese actresses ever, and in my opinion, just one of the greatest actresses of all time. And she was HOT! Satoshi Kon's film Millennium Actress was largely based on her life and her career.

[toocabaret]

I’ve been having some Thoughts™️ about the weird meta paradox of gerri kellman’s sexuality. as basically The Older Woman on the executive floor she’s trying as much as is possible to blend in with her male colleagues while also not being perceived to be doing so. muted colours and understated makeup. a competent filing cabinet. her husband is dead and her daughters are nameless. she was sexual once but that’s out of sight out of mind and now it’s just the work. it must be a relief in some ways to become finally unfuckable because you’re over 40. she can finally be taken seriously, but only if she toes the line between being too female and not female enough. trying but not too hard. desirable in the past tense only. an honorary man but still in a skirt. and while the men around her can fuck their much younger assistants and get sports massages and run a sex trafficking ring on a cruise ship, she is the job and only the job and that keeps her safe. for a bit anyway.

the irony of gerri saving the company from the full legal extent of a sex scandal by dating someone from the DOJ??? like i’ll never be over it. even filing cabinets have to flatter and please and fuck when called upon. i genuinely don’t believe any of the other execs could have swung it because they’re not women. she dated laurie (generally unseen unless framed from another man’s possessive perspective) to save the men from going to jail for covering up rape allegations. the irony is delicious. and even though she did that, she’s discarded once she’s framed sexually. Dick Pic Gate was out of her control and yet when confronted with any element of gerri’s sexuality (even her PASSIVE sexuality, even after using it to save his company), logan dismisses her as weak or impractical or failing or whatever other excuse he uses to justify his disgust.

i would argue that roman’s interest in gerri is not in spite of but BECAUSE of her asexual framing. it’s a challenge that he’s never going to win which is ideal for his impotency issues; he can push and push and get the thrill out of it, out of the fucked up power dynamic, but he knows he’ll never have to actually fuck her. it’s all hypothetical: down a phone, through a door, half-joking, covered in sensible skirt suits. gerri’s deliberate lack of sexualizing is counterintuitively a turn-on for roman. and i bet the game of chicken they play is freeing for her too because the fact that she has to be professional and cannot be sensual is part of the fun of it. “roman is weird about gerri”. “it’s fucking disgusting”. not because of their family history, or their professional positions, but because she’s old. because the absence of her sexuality is enough of a presence to be off-putting. shiv patronising her about it as a power play is so weird because she’s talking to her simultaneously like a child and like an old woman, and gerri, agency-less, just has to keep reassuring her “i can cope”.

BUT it’s worse than that because it’s so meta. Because gerri is hot. her actor is attractive and like roman, many people watching find her sexless, no-nonsense framing to be titillating. me included. what if roman likes gerri not because of oedipal issues but just because she’s hot and god forbid we find a woman over 50 hot? but whether or not gerri is hot in the context of the show shouldn’t be a big deal, she should have been able to escape this by now!!! she’s in her 60s she’s a widow she’s tired stop sexualizing her!!! but don’t NOT sexualize her either because that’s problematic too and old women can be hot and old women shouldn’t have to be hot and suddenly i’m making gerri do what waystar does and exist as something sexual and non-sexual at the same time. she has a huge plotline in which she’s essentially a sex object. whether or not gerri is fuckable is talked about as much in the show with mildly-disgusted fascination as it is in the real world!!! she can’t win she’s hot she’s old she’s sexually framed she’s deliberately trying not to be she wants sex she doesn’t want sex she’s covering sex with sex and she’s telling roman to leave her alone so she can just do her damn job because she knows that this is what will bring her down!!! sex scandals historically don’t get men fired but an unsolicited dick pic knocks gerri off her podium in logan’s head forever. even now i’m talking about it at such length because i’ve given it so much thought!!! she’s the only woman in the old guard and she’s one of the most sexualized characters in succession. but only as a joke. in the abstract. never actually. because that would be weird. right?

[odessa-2]

HUBLANDER MELBOURNE ☀️

OK ladies, so I ended up going. Long story short, I was given a spare ticket and decided to seize the moment. It was stinking hot, and a terribly organised event (it was literally in a shed). Despite this, I am glad I did go. My long held observations/beliefs of Sam's character, who he really is as a man, and the fantasy man, single Sam push, were proven correct. I did get a photo with Sam, and I must confess he really is incredibly good-looking. Even better in the flesh. A doll. He's hyper vigilant, astutely aware of his surrounds (eyes darting everywhere) , very polite and gentlemanly and professional.

He looked tanned and fresh and endured hoards of horny grannies fawning over him for hours on end and was attentive to everyone. The organisers of the event stuck Sam, Duncan, Charles and John in a small tin shed that had no air con, that must've been about 50 degrees celsius inside ,where they stood and posed with frenzied women for over 3 hours. They looked visibly overheated (shame on the organisers). Sam didn't faulter. Polite to a tee.

Would you believe that Sam had to use the same toilets as the plebs?! Yep, you heard correctly. Shocking work by the organisers. I actually had to desperately pee at one point but waited until I saw Sam come out of the toilets. In-between panels, the actors were staying upstairs in the loft level, and I saw the uber eats delivery man run upstairs to bring them food. The organisers didn't even feed their guests!

Sam is Jamie to these women and he knows it. Starz knows it. I saw the crazed obsession with my own eyes. I saw how his people; his team have shaped him and moulded him(for his public persona) to appeal to these women and this fantasy notion. They want their Jamie. They want single Sam, and that's what they (starz) give them. There is no room for anything else but Single Sam. And Sam professionally obliges. What he puts out to the public at the conventions is scripted and measured. He is very guarded. I could see it unfold in front of me with great clarity. There were women there who didn't want him with Caitriona (they weren't interested in the Caitriona titbits Sam gave), 50 and 60 year old women who actually think they stand a chance. Tragic. Sam is gorgeous and charming and Starz has used that to sell. And quite frankly, after witnessing this display, I can see why he has a fascade going on. I can see why he would want the public completely removed from his personal life and family. I get it.

Another observation of mine, I know this goes without saying, but he is definitely not gay for those who are insistent. He gives off zero gay vibes. He is not effeminate in the slightest, and I found him to be quite more masculine than I'd imagined. He reads people well and can't keep still. What else can I tell you? He has nice skin, piercing blue eyes (like really crystal blue) and exceptionally tall. He does his job very well and has high emotional intelligence. Starz uses his good looks and they pimp him out to the fan base.

Now don't get me wrong, i met lots of lovely women there today who were sweet and kind and exited. But hearing women's conversations at the event; he really is their fantasy. They were squealing and many saying how they wished they could grab his bum or 💋 him. There's no room for Caitriona. Just fantasy Sam.

Odessa says hi Sam 👋...you were a real trooper.

I'll share some more titbits from the panel tomorrow when my splitting headache hopefully dissipates.

[thenightling]

Dead boy Detectives review

I've watched all eight episodes of Dead Boy Detectives and it was a decent show. It's not something I may obsess over like The Sandman, or The Witcher, but it was decent.

Dead Boy Detectives is the story of Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland. Edwin was killed during a Satanic ritual in 1916. Charles died from hypothermia and internal bleeding after some bullies drove him into an ice-cold lake while throwing rocks at him.

(Note: That was not how Charles actually died in the source material. In the comics, Lucifer had quit and shut down Hell (the basis for the TV show Lucifer) so many evil souls returned to Earth, including the boys that sacrificed poor Edwin. They badly burnt Charles' back on a hot stove and Charles died from his injuries.)

The two ghosts decided to dedicate their afterlife solving mysteries to help other ghosts find peace. They are aided by psychic, Crystal Palace, who is haunted by her abusive ex-boyfriend who happens to be a demon.

Both Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland originated in Neil Gaiman's The Sandman: Season of Mists, The Sandman: Volume 4. Issue 25 of The Sandman comics, and within Act 2 of The Sandman audio drama.

The Dead Boy Detectives made their TV first appearance in Doom Patrol for HBO Max (now Max). During a shakeup at Max the show was moved over to Netflix as to better connect it with The Sandman since that is where they originated.

The show features different actors from the ones that played Charles and Edwin on Doom Patrol.

The Dead Boy Detectives is a decent show but ...it feels a bit like a CW teen drama. I had been told that some of the show's writers were originally writers for the CW... and it shows.

There are some deliberately surreal elements of the show that I think are a callback to their appearance in Doom Patrol.

I love the variety of supernatural entities in the show, including the appearance of two of Morpheus's siblings. Death and Despair. The things I don't like about the show can be considered CW tropes or cliches. The angsty romances and unrequited love. The ham-fisted abusive ex metaphor between Crystal and David The Demon.

And of course the most tedious of CW tropes, the end of the episode pining and angst while a sad pop song plays in the background.

If you look past the CW-ness of it, the show is enjoyable.

The only other things I can complain about is the "connecting thread" subplot of The Afterlife: Lost and Found feels like unnecessary filler. And I wish they would openly establish that Edwin, being an innocent, would NOT return to Hell if collected by Death now. I don't think that should be left hanging over his head. Especially since we're supposed to see Death as a kind entity. Also I think Charles says "Aces" a little too much. It's very distracting and makes me feel like the writers didn't know much late 80s English slang. It would be like if he was an American and they had him say "Radical" all the time. I get that it's kind of his catchphrase but it also got a bit annoying.

The parts I don't like are CW tropes and what I'd consider to be late 90s Vertigo edginess.

The thing I liked were plentiful though. The protagonists were and are likable. The ending is satisfying enough so that if there is only one season this was still good. I liked that it appears that one can ascend out of Hell after some self-reflection as is indicated by the boy Edwin confronted in Hell. The blue light was established to mean ascension, a good afterlife.

I also LOVE the opening credits theme music and animated sequence. It reminds me of the intro to Showtime's Creature Feature movies. (See the trailer for 2001's She Creature, not the 50s version. Watch the trailer at thirteen seconds in, on Youtube, and you'll see what I mean).

That's two Gothic themed shows from Netflix in the last two years with great opening credits sequences. The first being Wednesday. That one won Danny Elfman an Emmy.

It's funny, Wednesday and Dead Boy Detectives (which is a spin-off of The Sandman) have great opening credit intro sequences but The Sandman does not. Apparently Neil Gaiman was told people don't watch the opening credits anymore so The Sandman doesn't have them.

I feel we were cheated out of what could have been a great opening sequence for The Sandman.

Episodes 7 and 8 of Dead Boy Detectives were probably the best of the series. I liked it well enough that if Dead Boy Detectives gets renewed I'll happily watch season 2.

[natti-ice]

Being Remus Lupin’s Best friend Headcanons.

Warnings: modern AU!

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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Makes sure you’re not behind on any work. If you are he’ll help you with whatever it is. He jokingly acts like he hates it but he loves helping you.

Shared wardrobe. He knows everything he owns will somehow get in your possession. He even buys sweaters in your favorite colors just for that reason.

Man is a sucker for romantic dramas. He’d rather watch every sappy movie on Netflix than some action movie. (He loves a walk to remember)

Makes plans to take you out for your birthday every year. Will do anything you want, he’d jump out of a plane if you wanted to.

Random hugs. No reason behind them, just hugs

A bad driver. Took 2 tries to get his license but he did it. Makes you drive, then complains about your driving. (He’s an over dramatic mother)

The most funny sarcastic person you’ve ever met. He doesn’t even try to make a joke but it’s always hilarious.

Askes you about your day, he’s a great listener

He has a small rock collection. He only told you about it.

Texts in all lowercase. “😐” is his favorite emoji

Calls > text

One of his shoes always has a different color lace. Shoes are always beat up, but he likes it that way

His guilty pleasure is country music, but only sang by women.

No social media presence, but always has good memes on hand

Activist

Favorite place to hang out is the local park. There’s never anyone there just you two. He likes the sound when wind blows through the trees

Random compliments about the most random things. (Like handwriting or a random pin on your backpack)

Secretly in love with an actor from the 50’s who is most likely dead.

Has a job at some lowkey coffee shop barely anyone knows about, loves when you come in

Brings you your favorite drink/snack every time he comes to see you

He watched Doctor Strange because Benedict Cumberbatch is hot

One of those people who points out someone you don’t like and says “there’s your best friend”

Had a Minecraft phase when he was 11

Fake arguments over small things.

Mocks you when you annoy him, which is a lot

Your parents love him, they always ask him to come on family vacations with you guys

Hates those fake prank couple videos on YouTube

Had you pierce his ears because he thought he’d look edgy, But took them out because he felt like a douchbag

My chemical romance >>

You two stroll around the neighborhood at 3am

Tells you everything, sometimes a little bit too much. He knows you won’t judge him

You’re his favorite person, obviously.

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𝙰𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Unknown Omega/First Heat, stepcest, claiming|mating + Daddy Kink, fingering, belly bulge, creampie, knotting, breeding

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes stepparent-stepchild stepcest and large age gap(R: early 20s, A: late 40s-early 50s)

WC: 4,375

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“Daddy! Can you drive me to the mall? I gotta get my phone fixed!” You called down the stairs to your stepfather. While you had your license, you didn’t have your own car and your stepdad’s was the only car you could use, though never without his permission.

“Sure thing, sweetheart! Just meet me in the car when you’re ready to go?” You heard his deep voice call back up to you. His deep, gravelly voice had an odd effect on you today. You had always known his voice was hot, though you tried to not let your mind wander too much. Today, though, it sent a shiver down your spine and just about made you weak in the knees. Literally. You felt your knees almost buckle below you.

“What the..” You muttered but just shrugged it off as your mind still being a little hazy from sleep. So you continued to slide on your clothes and pack your messenger bag.

“You almost ready, princess?” As you heard his voice again, the same shiver shot down your spine and a warmth planted itself in your lower belly. Now chalking it up to simply being hungry, you just grabbed your bag and threw the strap over your shoulder.

“Coming, daddy!” You heard the door close though it didn’t latch and you jogged down the stairs to meet your stepdad at his truck.

“Morning, princess. What’s wrong with your phone?” He asked when you climbed into the passenger seat.

You looked over at him and noticed his long black hair was tied back in a loose bun that hung low on the back of his head and his stubble was growing back from when he’d had to shave it for a meeting with the school board of the High School where he works. He wore a tight-fitting long sleeve black shirt and simple dark blue jeans with his normal black boots. His normally tired eyes didn’t quite seem tired but they were still lidded in an easy manner.

“I have no clue when it happened but the screen is entirely cracked and it looks like someone ran over it with at least a dirt bike..” You grumbled, twisting to pull your seatbelt across your body, leaving a hint that your stepbrother might have been responsible, though your stepdad seemed to gloss over it. He probably chalked it up to your constant butting heads with his son.

“Huh, well, hopefully, they can fix it quickly, it’ll be bad if no one can reach you if you go out on your own.” The rumble of the engine shook the truck and he started on his way to the super-mall in town since that was the closest place with a cell phone shop.

“While we’re there do you wanna get some food? I’m starving!” You announced with a slight laugh, seeing an amused smile playing on the Alpha’s features as he shook his head at your dramatics.

“Sure, princess, we can get some food. You okay with the stuff they got in the food court or do you wanna check anywhere else out?” He asked glancing for half a second at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hmm.. Well, I’ll probably have to leave it with them to see if they can salvage it, or at least my data, so we should probably stick close.” You reasoned, thinking of places in the mall with any good food.

“Good thinking, we’ll get there and see where our bellies take us.” He chuckled, patting his hand down on your thigh which made you laugh more with his sentence. He fully turned to look at you with his amused smile when he finally parked at the mall, which you hadn’t realized you’d arrived at.

Having been so caught up in conversation, you hadn’t realized that you felt really warm and a haze starting to infect your mind. As you moved to leave the car, you felt an uncomfortable throb in your nether regions. Pushing it to the side in favor of getting your phone fixed, you trudged forward with the tall black haired man into the mall.

“You feeling okay, sweetheart? You look a little red.” Said man asked, lifting his hand to rest it on the side of your neck opposite him, slightly wrapping his arm around you. The touch on your scent gland felt better than you ever could have imagined and your instincts all but screamed at you to curl into his body, but you resisted any and all reaction.

“Y-yea.. Maybe it’s just the summer heat catching up to me, I guess I might have put on one too many layers,” You reasoned, forgetting that you only wore one layer over your underwear, as just a tank top and leggings.

“Hmm.. Okay, but if you start feeling off you tell me, alright? I’ll drive you home and come back to grab your phone if I need to.” He kept his arm around your shoulders, though he removed his hand from your neck. The loss of contact made you inexplicably want to whine. ‘It’s probably just because I’m feeling weird so I want the comfort or something..’

“‘Kay, thanks, Daddy.” You slightly leaned into him with a content breath and he just wrapped his arm further around you as you both walked through the bustling hallways. Finally reaching the cell phone shop, you were glad you didn’t have to wait too long to reach the desk.

“How can I help you- Oh! Aizawa Sensei! What are you doing here?” The green-haired Beta teen behind the desk greeted the black-haired Alpha.

“Midoriya,” Your stepdad greeted back with a slight nod, “I’m here with my stepdaughter, her phone is busted so we need to get it fixed.” He simply explained, vaguely gesturing to you with a glance, you still being tucked into his side and still looking slightly flushed.

“Oh, hello! Are you feeling alright?” The Beta, Midoriya as it seems, asked with worry upon seeing you flushed and leaning into your stepdad.

“Mhm, fine, thank you, just a little off today,” You offered with a smile which seemed to appease the boy.

“Well, alright then! What seems to be the problem?” He offered a smile of his own in return.

“You tell me,” You chuckled, fishing your phone out of your bag as you moved to stand on your own away from the comfort of your Alpha stepdad’s side. You placed your phone on the counter and badly concealed a laugh at the way the green-haired boy’s equally green eyes nearly bulged at the sight.

“W-What happened??”

“Not sure. I left it on the kitchen counter to make dinner and I couldn’t find it for an hour or so afterwards and suddenly it appeared like that in my room. I personally suspect my stepbrother..” You muttered at the end, earning another chuckle from the man beside you.

“I think you’re just looking for an excuse to blame him for something, sweetheart.”He teased, setting his hand on your shoulder as he sent another amused grin at you as he eyed you out the corner of his eye, making you ‘Hmph’.

“Well, I’ll have to check with the Techies if this can even be salvaged, and if not we’ll do whatever we can to retrieve your data. Either way, it’ll be a while so if you just want to stick around the mall until it’s ready, that’ll probably be best. Aizawa Sensei, we can let you know when it’s ready since the time can vary by whichever process is needed. Either way, I’ll get you guys a discount.” He lowered his voice with a mischievous smile and a playful wink.

“Thank you so much! You are a lifesaver! If I don’t have my phone I’ll pretty much be confined to the house without a chaperone,” You chuckled.

“Thank you, Midoriya. We’ll stick around near here until then.” Your stepdad said, giving a small nod of appreciation. After leaving your phone in the care of his student, the Alpha lead you out of the shop and started walking in the direction of the food court.

“You still hungry, princess?” He leaned down to speak into your ear from how loud the corridor was with the people yelling speaking loudly to each other. The closeness and feeling of his breath on your ear and neck sent a shiver wracking through your body and your knees weakened leading to you falling into his embrace, though it could easily be passed off as simply leaning back into him.

“Uhm.. A-a bit, yea..” You said, moving to lead him to the restaurant stations before he could question your stutter.

Once you arrived you were then even more flushed and you felt heat rising in every part of you, between your legs throbbing even more with a sort of cramping fire in your lower belly. You were panting and the haze in your mind had even more of a hold on you now. As you entered the dining area you could feel all the sensations overwhelming you.

“Daddy..” You whined, entirely falling into him for support as your legs couldn’t keep you up any longer.

“Y/n…” The Alpha muttered out your name, his arms wrapped around your back, keeping you up. His voice was huskier and thicker and when you brought your head up to look at him, you saw his pupils were blown and his nostrils were slightly flared.

“Daddy… It.. It hurts…” The heat was overtaking your body and the throbbing between your legs was verging on painful, your lower belly feeling just about on fire and an ache building inside that your instincts knew the solution to. It was your instincts that told you that that ache you felt was from the emptiness you were so hyper-aware of.

“D-Daddy… Please.. Make it stop.. Make the heat go away.. Please… Alpha..” As soon as his denomination left your lips he had your neck craned up, cradling the back of your head, his lips locked with yours. Your mouths moved clumsily against each other, teeth bumping and saliva leaking down your chins as your tongues tangled wetly. Your pheromones leaked out in droves and made every Alpha in the area turn and look.

‘Unclaimed Omega! Just presented!’ All of their instincts practically screamed at them. When they turned and saw an Alpha already ravaging you, their jealousy and competitiveness flared. A few started moving towards where your stepdad had hoisted you onto a table and started ripping your tank top off your body.

The second that your Alpha stepfather noticed other Alphas encroaching on his Omega- stepdaughter- he turned and planted his hands on either side of you. His hands, were far enough behind you to shield you from the Alphas trying to sneak a peak. He then let out the most vicious, possessive growl you’d ever heard from him and it sent another shockwave of need through you.

“A-Alpha..!” You let out a whiny moan, catching his attention once again. He dipped back in, making quick work of shredding the rest of your top, and started laving his tongue over your scent gland. His mouth pressed against your Claim Site made slick pool in your underwear and your need to submit grew even stronger. Suddenly, he stopped. He pulled away from your neck and clenched his teeth.

“Fuck… Can’t claim you… Fuck, I’m so sorry, princess.. I’ll make it stop hurting.. but.. I can’t claim you. No matter how fuckin’ much I fuckin’ want to, princess..” He muttered in your ear. You didn’t entirely know what exactly he was talking about but you knew it made you whine and let out a whimper. “Shh, it’s okay, princess. I’ll make you feel good, okay? That sound good, Omega?” At the sound of the title, it’s like something snapped in you and you didn’t let yourself wallow in the confusing distress his proclamation caused and only focussed on trying to get his clothes off, or at least enough that you could reach your end goal.

“Alpha.. Alpha, please.. Need.. Need a…” You tried to beg but you didn’t even know what you were begging for. Your stepfather assisted in your messy rush to get his pants open with one hand while the other lifted your chin to press another sloppy kiss to your already swollen lips.

“Need a knot, princess, ‘n’ I’m gonna give you one. Promise.” He growled out against your lips in his sultry voice.

“Yes!” Your instincts cried out that that was exactly what you needed, ecstatic that your Alpha was going to give it to you.

“Just hang on a second, ‘Mega, ‘kay?” He asked, trying desperately to stay calm and not lose his head. He knew that the second he gave into his instincts fully he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from claiming you. You, his little stepdaughter who still calls him Daddy, even though you’re already 19. 19, and only now presenting, as an Omega, at that, 3 years late which led to the assumption you were a Beta. Oh, how wrong they all were.

He deftly hooked his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and shimmied them down enough to hook into your panties as well. Quietly instructing you to lift your hips as much as you could, he slid your leggings down to bunch around your knees. The scent of your slick grabbed the attention of everyone around, not just the Alphas, drawing in Betas, too. The power of a freshly presented Omega surely was a dangerous one.

“Fuck, princess… You’re drawing everyone’s attention..” Your stepdad growled out in a sort of prideful possessiveness like he was glad that everyone was not only watching but desperately wishing they could take his place, “They can all smell your slick..” He smirked as he bit his lip when he dragged his fingers through your lower lips. The feeling on your oversensitive cunt had you throwing your head back and letting out a loud keen.

“D-daddy..!” You moaned loudly when he dipped two fingers in, both going in easily with extra space left over. Taking advantage of that, he slid a third finger in to join them, adding to your pleasure, finally feeling a stretch.

“Fuck…” You heard one of the bystanders moan lowly, making you look around and notice all the people watching with varying mixtures of lust, jealousy, and fluster.

“Ahh.. Daddy.. They’re.. they’re watching..” You got out with a moan, though you were far from dissuaded by the audience.

“They are, ‘Mega. They’re all watching you. You’re so fucking gorgeous they can’t take their eyes off you..” Your stepdad told you, spreading his fingers and giving you an even more delicious stretch.

“Please! Alpha! Please! Need you.. Need your knot!” You begged loudly, purposely glancing around and watching the reactions of all the other Alphas around you. All their eyes were firmly on you, some of them had even pulled their own cocks out and began stroking them.

“Of course, princess..” Your Alpha promised, leaning in once again and pressed his lips to yours, “Whatever my Omega wants..” He let out a husky growl into your open and panting mouth as he reached to lift your legs to align with his torso in parallel.

Then, finally, you felt what you had been needing for what felt like forever. You felt his cock pressing against your awaiting hole, trying to press in, to fully breach you.

One gutsy Alpha from the crowd decided he’d had enough watching and wanted to shove his knot inside of you if your stepfather was going to take so long. He stepped forward and let out arrogant and dominating pheromones to hopefully make the black-haired man step aside and simply allow him to dominate you instead.

The moment your Alpha smelt the other Alpha approaching and sensed his intent, he did 2 things simultaneously that made you tense up in an immediate orgasm.

He whipped his head around and let out a growl so possessive and protective and downright threatening. The other Alpha not only backed off but immediately submitted and bowed his head, his arrogance having entirely evaporated.

At the same time, he slammed his hips forward and bottomed out in one thrust. You felt the tip of his cock immediately make contact with your cervix and it only confirmed what your instincts had been latently screaming. He is the perfect Alpha, he fills you perfectly and it’s as if he was always meant to be there, situated inside you, filling you wholly.

The growl he let out shook through his entire body and in turn, it reverberated inside you as well. You felt the vibrations against your clenching walls and you even felt it where his pelvis was pressed flush against the backs of your thighs. The neatly trimmed hair at the base of his dick pressed right against your clit.

“F-fuuucckk-!” You nearly screamed at the instant feeling of fullness. Your stepfather’s hands gripped tightly against your legs, still up and flush to his chest, forcing himself to keep his hips still to let you adjust to the size. He hadn’t given you time to accommodate him as he went in so he worried he would only harm you if he started right away.

“P-please!! D-Daddy-! Move! Move! Please!” You could only beg for what wholly occupied your hazy mind, only knowing your need to be thoroughly filled and bred. That was all he needed to hear as he leaned forward, just slightly, enough to let your knees fold over his shoulder.

Giving you a silent warning with his eyes, he started moving his hips, pulling out until only the tip was left. From there, he immediately began a rough pace. The table he had lifted you into, which you vaguely noted at some point was bolted to the floor, began to shake with the force of his thrusts. His left forearm wrapped tighter around both of your thighs as his other hand snapped to grip your waist in a way that felt like it was divined.

“Fuck, Omega.. Fuck, princess.. You feel so fucking good,” his stubble scratched pleasantly at the flesh of your thigh as he spoke, nipping them every once in a while, “so fucking perfect, ‘Mega..” His words began to slur as he lost himself to the feeling of your cunt gripping down on him like a vice.

“Alpha.. Alpha!! Need.. need your cum, please! Fuck, Alpha, please!!!” You simply shouted out what your Omega was telling you, not even knowing if you were getting any coherent words out at all, though that didn’t matter to you. Not to you, not to the raven-haired Alpha plowing into you, not to any of the bystanders enjoying the show.

With your head thrown back in pleasure from the delicious scrape of your stepdad’s cock against your walls, you could faintly gather that a couple of Alphas had paired with the watching Betas. They plowed into them at the same rhythm you felt your hips clashing with your stepdad’s. It seemed at least one had even already knotted and was simply humping in tandem.

Many other cocks were visible as well, being fucked into fists or simply teased, some were buried in the throats of Betas and the few other Omegas alike. You almost felt envious of the Omegas getting to choke on a cock, your mouth feeling empty for a split second before a loud cry of pleasure was ripped from your throat.

Your stepdad had used his Alpha Claws to shred your leggings right down the middle and, almost simultaneously, pressed your knees to your chest. He leaned forward even more, adding a slight burn to the backs of your thighs, though you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your knees were now thrown over both shoulders as he relentlessly pounded into you, hitting all new spots from the new angle.

You could feel his cock head drag over your g-spot before it rammed into your cervix, again and again, as if it were demanding entry for itself. Your lewd moans and the wet slapping of skin against skin, along with the loud squelch of your cunt, still gushing slick were reverberating around the entire dining area. You wouldn’t be surprised if the sounds reach all the way back to the Cell Phone Shop.

Soon enough, you felt the beginning of his knot forming and catching on your hole the more it inflated. The feeling of it pushing its way into your sopping hole, again and again, was going to drive you insane. After a few more thrusts and the recognition that his knot was nearing full, your Alpha stepfather shallowed his thrusts just enough to only leave his knot out until he reached full capacity.

His thrusts stayed fast but eased up on their force, making you let out an instinctive whine. You needed to be filled. Filled to the brim! No shallow thrusts! No soft thrusts! You needed a knot!

Luckily, it seemed your prayers were answered almost immediately as his knot reached full inflation and after only a couple more thrusts, he rocketed his hips into yours and shoved his knot inside you. The stretch of his large knot made you cry out in ecstasy from the sting of it forcing its way inside you. Finally. Finally! You had the knot inside you that you so desperately needed.

Mere moments after his knot was fully settled inside you, you felt his hot cum shoot out inside you and fill you to the brim. It was only then that you had been able to notice that his cock alone had managed to cause a bulge in your belly from how deep it reached and the bulge only seemed to grow with how much seed he was implanting in you. In your womb.

Faintly, as if from far away, you heard most of the audience you had wracked up reach their own ends, some inside of someone, others into their hands.

“Alpha..” You breathed contently, letting out a sigh of relief at finally being filled with both knot and seed, and at the ache being released from your legs as he moved to let them rest comfortably beside his hips. You looked down and gently placed a hand, aching from how hard you had been gripping the edges of the table,(though you don’t remember doing so) over the swell of your stomach, smiling weakly at the warmth it emanated.

“Princess…” Your Alpha responded, lifting his hand to place it over yours, “Do you feel that, ‘Mega? That’s where you’ll be carrying our pups. I’ll keep you full with my cum for your entire heat and make sure… Make sure that you’re carrying my pups.” You looked up and met his onyx eyes, his hair loose from his low bun and falling in his face, making him look like a being of pure beauty and sex sculpted by the Gods themselves. He had a lazy yet confident grin on his lips, a mixture of yours and his saliva making them glisten, the faintest hint of his Alpha Fangs showing.

He looked like the perfect vision of an Alpha. The perfect vision of Your Alpha. He may not be able to claim you, but you wouldn’t let that stop you from declaring yourself as his. You would proudly carry his pups and submit to his every desire like the perfect little Omega for him.

Your Alpha leaned down and kissed you again, though this time it was slow and sensual and loving rather than the fast and wet, fiery passion it had been before.

“Love you, princess. So fucking much..” He panted against your lips, pressing another chaste peck before resting his forearms beside my head to keep himself up.

“Love you, too.. Daddy..” Your voice was slurred with fatigue, both from the exertion of being perfectly bred and from the pure exhaustion your first heat had shot through you.

You didn’t know when, but you slightly stirred awake from when you had, apparently, passed out, at the sound of a low growl. You were still mostly asleep so you couldn’t comprehend much, but you could tell you were now being held against your stepdad’s chest as he sat in what seemed to be a booth. You vaguely recognized that he had growled at an Alpha who had gotten just barely too close to you both.

The protectiveness lulled you back into a comfortable sleep against his chest, happily breathing in his pheromones. You hadn’t been able to even realize if you could smell his pheromones earlier, your mind too occupied by the physical sensations you were receiving.

When you awoke again, you were situated in his truck, buckled up as he pulled out of the parking lot. You realized you were in his shirt and some new pants that seemed to have been bought just earlier. You felt an ache in your hips and between your legs, one you knew you wouldn’t trade for the world. Tiredly, you dragged your hand to rest over your lower belly once again.

“You finally awake, princess?” Your stepfather’s husky voice asked, seeming more than content. Looking over you found him shirtless and smiling at you as he waited for the light to change. You gave a nod with a matching grin, singing contently.

“Yea.. I’m finally awake..” You spoke, voice hoarse from your loud moans and cries, though you couldn’t be happier.

“I’m awake..” Your Omega purred happily, the sound emanating from you, too, filling the truck with the sound of a happy, filled, and bred Omega.

You could feel the heat calming in your body, leaving you with an exhausted form feeling aches all over and a feeling inside you that you couldn’t pinpoint. All you knew was that your Omega was completely and wholly content and happy. You felt inexplicable giddiness and ecstatics, like everything had gone according to some grand plan.

You couldn’t seem to bring your hand away from your belly, feeling like you were meant to hold it. To cradle it.

‘Who knows? I’ll just have to figure out these instincts as I go.. Maybe it’s an Omega thing.’

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[electrificata]

alright FINE riverdale characters as played by muppets. since everyone is asking me

gonzo as jughead: jughead is a big case of "actor ruins the character" for me, this would solve all my problems. just all around a much more lovable weirdo. and hed look good in the hat

kermit as betty: now youd think it was kermit as archie, because they are both leading men trying to hold it down in a chaotic environment. but i would argue that betty is a more dynamic character with more agency, which i like better for kermie. archie really feels more reactive to me, thats why i want

one of the chickens as archie: well i just think it would be funny if archie was one of the chickens.

miss piggy as veronica: this ones just left of obvious. the OBVIOUS piggy choice is cheryl, i dont need to explain that. but i want piggy to stretch out a little, and i think the steely mob princess/businesswoman plotlines would be a welcome challenge for her. and of course, we've still got fabulous wardrobe and one-liners to play to her strengths.

rizzo as cheryl: it is TIME for rizzo the rat to SERVE CUNT.

janice as jugheads hot dad: i think her laid-back energy would be interesting in a king-of-the-bikers kind of role. not sure if she'll be able to summon the authority necessary to make us believe it, but i want to believe in her.

just fully replace kevin with statler and waldorf: they will pack roughly 50 times the gay energy into the same space he occupied.

dr. teeth as betty's mom: dr. teeth being in a nominal position of authority over kermit would be fun. and he could really chew some scenery

swedish chef as cheryl's mom: i think he'd really take it to a sort of 60s psychobiddy place with the right direction

pepe as veronica's dad: i shouldnt have to explain this one

[beansprean]

What about MY batshit s5 predictions??

Derek tries to turn Guillermo and we think it doesn’t work but at the end of the series it’s revealed he hasn’t been aging

Guillermo is successfully turned for exactly one episode but his cousin bites him and he turns back

Guillermo accidentally turns Derek human again - cue a rotating door of vamps wanting to be human for a day to try pizza pie and go to the beach before having a friend turn them again. Guillermo charges $3000 per bite and buys his mom a penthouse

^ "I'm uhhh...selling my blood" "How you getting $70k a month for your blood, man?" "It's good blood, Miguel!"

^His family fully thinks he is a sex worker at this point

Nandor pretends to read the first 10 pages of every book in the house before finally getting up and realizing Guillermo isn't there

Nadja and Laszlo stage a divorce and then get remarried specifically because they came up with a new wedding song they want to use

Nandor wants his post-breakup hot girl summer and tries to go blond

^He discovers twitter and posts every thought he has or questions he thinks he's googling. His only follower is that goth kid from Minnesota

That goth kid from Minnesota, freshly 18, shows up to be Nandor's new familiar and continues to hover spookily around and have no lines

^The comedy is that they sneak up on everyone and freak the vampires out by being arguably more vampirey than anyone

Will-they-wont-they Colin and the Guide (guidinson?)

Guillermo turns Charmaine bc he accidentally pushed a tree over (doesn't know his own strength) and crushed her

In fact, Guillermo turns ANYONE who asks. He turns Jeremy. He turns Lilith. He turns a bus driver who compliments his cape. Accidentally amasses a giant loyal coven who worship him.

We time skip 100 years in ep1 and Colin is a baby again

^(possibly this is how long it takes Nandor to finish a book?)

^Laszlo selfishly destroys/walls off the memory room in the hopes of keeping his boy this time around

^New baby Colin is obsessed with one thing and one thing only: werewolves

Memo's Man Milk explodes bc Guillermo is now contributing his own and it's 10x more potent due to all his repression

Alternative: Memo's Man Milk crumbles bc Guillermo is now contributing his own and it actively ages the witches due to all his repression

Laszlo and Sean kiss a little

^this is kosher bc Charmaine is a vampire now and being a vampire turns you poly as well ofc

^Charmaine and Nadja kiss a little

Jenna randomly pops up in one episode and it's revealed she's actually been there the entire time but no one noticed her.

^Jenna and the Guide kiss a little

Baby vamp Guillermo gets stuck in bat form and has to slay some vamps at the same time (visualizing an stunt actor holding a fake bat to their face and screaming and running around like it's hurting them)

Nadja's next grand adventure: becoming a twitch streamer

^ baby Colin had infodumped to her about it before but she wasn't listening

^ she only plays Nancy Drew mysteries and goes off about her sexual escapades with Marie Antoinette during Treasure in the Royal Tower

^she becomes very popular as an extremely dedicated vampire larper

^she is banned from twitch after someone asks her to flash her tits for 50 subs and she's like *shrugs* ok

Nandor gets really into Young Sheldon and we all have to deal with that

Colin decides to watch the documentary recordings from his missing year and we get some deleted scenes

[kkginfo]

Standup comedy: Raju Srivastava is 'fine', says fellow comedian Sunil Paul | KKG INFO

Standup comedy: Raju Srivastava is ‘fine’, says fellow comedian Sunil Paul | KKG INFO

by IANS August 10, 2022 18:21 IST Covid treatment guidelines for children Standup comedian Sunil Paul took to social media on Wednesday afternoon to announce that his friend and colleague Raju Srivastava was “fine and out of danger”. Popular comedian and regular on ‘The Kapil Sharma Show’, Raju Srivastava suffered a heart attack while exercising in the gym in the morning and was rushed to…

[headfullofpresley]

Vamp!E Request! Elvis being shy about his hunger for blood, not knowing how to ask and being a southern gentleman about it 🫣

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 6,5K

Warnings: 50s!elvis, vampire!elvis, best friends to lovers, strong language, blood consumption, gladys is alive, mentions of the colonel, mentions of nick adams, partly set at the tupelo fairgrounds, smut; slightly subby!elvis, semi-public, car sex, hand job (f. & m. receiving) vag penetration, creampie, unprotected sex.

A/N: damn, i'm gettin' kinda rusty at smut buuut i had fun writing this! also, i'm shit at writing shy stuff, but i tried. anyways, this has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute- sorry for taking so damn long, dear! hope you'll enjoy. ❤

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“Goddamnit Nick, you’re fuckin’ useless- I asked you to bring enough, I have to get up there in 25 minutes and there’s nothin’ left!”

Gladys visibly cringed at the roar of her son’s loud voice and the slamming of the ice box that was inside the dressing room tent where Elvis was giving Nick Adams a piece of his mind.

People close to Elvis knew he had a bit of a temper now and then, but only few knew that was because he was dealing with heightened emotions he was still getting used to. He had only been turned into a vampire two years ago in an unfortunate accident and both he and the people around him were still learning about vampirism.

Having her son turned into an immortal creature that needed to feed on blood to stay alive was something Gladys had a hard time dealing with in the beginning, but she had gotten used to it now. She was used to the bloodbags in her freezer and the way he’d squeeze her a little too tight when hugging her sometimes, but whenever he was in a mood like this, she knew best thing to do was to stay away.

“What’s going on, Lovie?” you questioned as you arrived at the tent and heard your best friend barking at Adams, who wisely kept his mouth shut despite having been granted with immortality longer ago than Elvis. The beginning actor knew young vampires could be reckless and were hot headed- he had no idea how, or if, Elvis would lash out if he’d say or do anything.

“Oh, Y/N,” Gladys sighed with worry in her eyes, grabbing your hands and squeezing them softly to comfort herself rather than you. “You know how he gets- I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure you can calm him down. He always listens to you,”

It was true- he did always listen to you, because he knew he could literally say anything to you and you wouldn’t bat an eye. You’ve been friends with Elvis since you were children- he knew all your secrets and you knew his. When he had become a creature he knew nothing about, you were the first person he came to- scaring the living shit out of you when he stood in front of your door covered in blood.

But you didn’t turn him away, didn’t leave him to deal with everything alone. He trusted you, sometimes even more so than himself.

You turned to look over your shoulder, meeting the eyes of The Colonel who stood a few feet away, talking to Tupelo’s local press. He gave you a little nod, knowing that you were the only person that was able to go in there and come out unscathed- he sure as hell wasn’t going to try.

“Please, Y/N. I don’t know what to do with him anymore,” Vernon softly begged as he wrapped an arm around Gladys’ shoulder. You sighed softly and looked at her, giving her a gentle smile and a nod of your head.

“I’ll see if I can get him to calm down- don’t worry. Everything will be okay,” you assured Gladys, kissing her cheek and squeezing her hands before letting them go and stepping inside the tent.

 

Empty bloodbags were littered through the dressing room, Nick Adams very obviously being the culprit of the deed- guilt was written all over his face. He looked up and as he noticed you, he gave you a little nod and rushed out of the tent.

You didn’t give him the time of day, not being very fond of Mr. Hollywood.

“Did you at least get one?” you chuckled softly as you picked up a few bags, trying to lighten the mood. You knew it probably wouldn’t work, and a comment like that would only anger him more if it’d come from anyone else, but this was you.

He had never hurt you before and he wasn’t planning on doing so either.

“That motherfucker took everything, the fuckin’ pig,” he spat angrily, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he leaned against a vanity table and watched you throw some bags in the trash. “I have to get on that stage and I haven’t had a damn sip.. bite.. sip- ah, whatever,”

“When was the last time you fed?” you asked as you cleaned some drips of blood from your hands with a paper towel, walking toward him after you threw that away too. You lifted yourself on the table, putting your chin on his shoulder as you looked at him. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes for a second- it took him a little bit to give you a proper reply, your scent distracting him.

“T-this mornin’..” he opened his eyes, turning his face to look at you. Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his breath on your face- you had hoped you still had one secret that Elvis didn’t know about, but you were pretty sure he knew you were in love with him.

Your heart gave you away every time.

His eyes wandered down to your lips and to the curve of your neck. The sight of your blood pumping through your veins which was more obvious to his eyes than those of a human combined with the sound of your heart beating faster and faster against your ribcage made his mouth water. For a second there, you thought you could see him leaning in, but he was on the other side of the dressing room before you could even register his movements.

“You’re hungry, El,” you pointed out, a slight hint of worry on your tongue. He tried to act casual, combing his hair in one of the mirrors in the tent and fixing the collar of his velvet blouse. “You need to eat- you need to get your energy up for the show,”

“Y/N.. please..” he sighed as he looked at you, shoving his comb in the back pocket of his pants before crossing his arms loosely in front of his chest again. He already knew what you were getting at, but he refused. “I’m.. I’m okay. I’ll send The Colonel to the nearest hospital for some new bags, I’ll be fine,”

You shook your head at his stubbornness as you hopped off the vanity table, slowly walking over to him. You knew he never wanted to feed from you- it was dangerous, especially for a young vampire like him. But you wanted him to enjoy himself up on that stage and you knew he wouldn’t be able to do that on an empty stomach. He needed blood, one way or the other.

And the thought of him sinking his teeth in your skin made your knees weak- you had been dreaming about it plenty of times before.

 

It took Elvis a lot of convincing. A lot.

He only had ten minutes left before the show and he could already hear The Colonel pacing outside of the tent, nervous that Elvis would be a no-show. Elvis was growing more nervous himself, not because he didn’t want to feed on you – oh boy, did he want to – but because he didn’t want to hurt you.

He had never fed directly from the source- he completed his transition with a bloodbag, a diet he stuck to. It was hard to fight his urges, but if he wanted a career in showbusiness, he couldn’t go around biting people left and right.

But here you were, sitting on his lap as he had settled on one of the couches in the dressing room. Hair pulled back, the side of your neck on full display, inviting him. Your scent was nearly overwhelming, but still he had his doubts- with you being so eager for it, he found himself becoming a little shy.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he mumbled as he tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. The tip of his nose ghosted along your jawline and the curse he let out under his breath sent a tingle down your spine and in between your thighs. “W-what.. what if.. I’m not a-able to stop?”

You grabbed onto his shirt, your other hand holding onto his shoulder as your arm was resting around his frame. You pushed yourself even closer to him, making him groan softly as his plumb lips caressed your neck. “You will,” you whispered breathlessly, your hand moving from his shoulder to the back of his head, fingertips tangling in his gelled locks. “I trust you, the way you always trust me.”

He pulled his head back out of your neck a little, bringing his hand up to grab your chin and making you look at him. His cheeks were flushed and the growing erection that was poking your thigh underneath you made you nearly lose your mind. As much as you wanted so much more than just a bite, time wasn’t on your side right now.

“What if I hurt you?” he questioned in a low whisper, his tongue making an appearance to sweep over his lower lip.

“Maybe I like pain,” you grinned playfully, tugging on his hair a little as you arched your back, pressing your chest against his. His hand that was resting on your hip moved lower, large palm squeezing at your curves- just as he was about to kiss you, you pulled back with all your mental strength.

“We don’t have time, El. You need to feed,” you told him, pulling his head back a little by giving his hair another tug. He groaned as he looked at you through hooded eyes, squeezing your ass with a little more strength, stealing a small moan from you. Now you were the one with equally as flushed cheeks and it made him laugh softly, leaning back into your neck when you released the tension on his hair.

He knew he was going to have to be quick and he hated it. He wished he could take his time with this- kissing your neck, letting his tongue trace your veins and feeling the blood pump through them underneath his wet muscle. Right now, it was all rushed and he barely had time to taste the perfume on your neck.

But despite the lack of time, his mama raised him right. It was obvious that you wanted this and he didn’t need to ask for consent anymore, but he still felt it was the right thing to do.

“H-Honey.. can I.. can I bite you?”

The question was almost comical if you didn’t live in a world where immortal creatures roamed around freely. And maybe you would’ve laughed at it in any other situation, but right now it nearly made you jump out of your skin.

You wanted him. You needed him.

“Yes, Elvis,” you moaned softly as you felt him nuzzling his nose in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent. “Please bite me,”

To the best of his abilities, he ignored how his cock twitched in the confinements of his pants upon hearing your words. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to properly kiss you or take you right here and now. He went for the next best thing- placing rushed kisses against your skin before he found the spot he was looking for, parting his lips and pushing his fangs into your neck when they appeared.

 

Elvis didn’t know how, or if, he could ever go back to bloodbags.

He also didn’t know if it was because you were the first human he fed from or because warm blood was just so much better, but he found the taste addicting.

Your blood gave him a rush of energy, even more so than bloodbags gave him, and he couldn’t stop himself from letting one of his hands roam your body, his other hand cupping the other side of your jaw to keep you in place. He was squeezing your ass and hips, pushing you firmer against his chest and at one point, his hand found its way in between your thighs. You were wearing pants and you cursed yourself for making that decision this morning- before you could even focus if you felt his fingers there, his hand was gone again.

The more blood he took, the weaker you were starting to feel but it didn’t stop you from moaning and clinging onto him. The pain was starting to turn into pleasure and you wouldn’t be surprised if your panties were soaked by now, but your mind was too foggy to care about it.

 

“Elvis! What’s takin’ you so long?” Vernon yelled from outside the tent, making both you and Elvis freeze. He didn’t want to pull away, wanted to take more of your blood, but he was forced to. Elvis knew if he wouldn’t provide his father with an answer, the man would come inside the tent and Elvis didn’t want him to see you and him in a position like this.

His mother would have his head.

You whimpered softly at the feeling of Elvis gently pulling his fangs out of your flesh, his vampiric features disappearing again as he cleared his throat a little. “I’ll be right there, Daddy!”

You heard Vernon mumbling something you couldn’t make out before he shuffled away from the tent. Elvis turned to you and no words needed to be spoken as he crashed his lips onto yours, laying you down on the couch. He was in between your thighs in a split second, grinding against you and sucking greedily on your lower lip.

You broke the messy kiss by laughing, placing your hands flat against his chest. He whined softly as he pouted at you- which would look a whole lot cuter if his lips weren’t covered in your blood.

“Please, Y/N- I’m fast, baby. I can get you to cum before you even know it,”

You widened your eyes at his words, laughing again as he groaned dramatically when you shook your head. You grabbed his face when he kissed you again, not wanting to pull back, but forced to.

“After the show, okay?” you suggested, sounding out of breath, trying your best not to wrap your legs around his waist and trap him on top of you. “You’re full of energy now, but I need a minute,”

He grinned, nodding his head as he slowly got up from the couch. You sat up as well, pulling some tissues out of the box that stood on the coffee table littered with drinks and magazines, wiping some blood off your neck. Elvis cleaned his face, but he couldn’t stop his legs from wandering back over to you and kissing you again. You kissed him back, moaning softly in his mouth as he let his tongue explore your mouth- another voice calling for Elvis came from the outside of the tent and the young vampire pulled back with a deep, slightly frustrated groan.

“Don’t go anywhere, okay, honey?”

You smiled at him, throwing the tissues on the table. “I wouldn’t dare to leave,” you told him, slowly getting up from the couch. You were a little wobbly on your feet, but you managed to follow him to the exit of the tent. “Go have fun up there,”

He nodded, smiling as he leaned in to steal another kiss but this time, your lips didn’t get the chance to touch. Vernon bursted in the tent and grabbed his son’s arm, pulling him outside. You stuck your head outside, laughing softly at the sight of Elvis being dragged away- when you turned to your left, you saw Gladys was still there, this time with her hands full of snacks she had gotten at the fair.

She gave you a knowing look and a shade of pink colored your cheeks, following her back inside the tent and allowing her to feed you the snacks and tend to the little bite marks Elvis created in your neck.

You just hoped all she thought Elvis did was feed from you- nothing more, nothing less.

 

Gladys wasn’t born yesterday. She knew you probably just as well as she knew her own son and she was very aware about your feelings for Elvis and his for you- while he might be a little bit better at hiding his crush to you, not to her. He had always confided in his mother and that didn’t stop after he turned into a vampire. She’d sit at the kitchen table with him in the middle of the night whenever he came home from a show and she’d listen to all his, sometimes too, crazy stories- and also about how bad in love he was with you.

She thought you were the perfect girl for Elvis and she wouldn’t accept it whenever he said things would probably never work out because he lived forever and you didn’t. She wanted you as her daughter in law and no one else, so when  Elvis was done performing and giving attention to his fans and asked her if it was okay if he’d take you for a ride, she nearly threw you and her son in his purple El Dorado.

Elvis was worried for a second, but she told him to stop worrying and Vernon was perfectly okay driving the pink Cadillac- after all, it was kinda her car, even though she didn’t drive it herself.

Neither Gladys or you seemed to care about the friends you brought to the event and were now kind of stranded in Tupelo and Elvis didn’t really think about it either as he started the engine of the car.

“Thank you, Lovie. Tell Mr. Presley to drive safely!” you told her as you hung out the open window and gave her a quick hug and kissed her cheek, quickly getting back in the car again- Elvis drove off with a wave and you didn’t stop waving until Gladys was completely out of sight.

Pulling the silk scarf Gladys had given you from your neck, you looked at the small bite marks through the rearview mirror.

“Here,” Elvis spoke up as he drove off the fairgrounds, avoiding the festivities downtown as he turned the other way. He bit into his thumb, breaking enough skin to draw some blood- you knew his blood was healing, but you had never needed it before. Despite not needing the substance to survive nor did it taste as good to you as it did to him, you being the one taking his blood now was kind of turning you on all over again. “Quick, honey,” he laughed softly as he noticed his skin healing up again.

Before it could, you quickly grabbed his hand and sucked his thumb in between your lips. His fingers clenched around the steering wheel when he felt you sucking on the digit, tongue lapping around it, your eyes boring into his. “O-Oh.. s-shit,” he stammered softly, his body immediately responding to your actions and the way you were looking at him, blood rushing to his cock.

You giggled softly as you released his thumb with a soft ‘pop’ and placed a quick kiss on the back of his hand before dropping it in his lap. Looking at your neck in the mirror again, you were fascinated by the sight of the marks disappearing like they had never been there in the first place.

“Where are we going?” you asked as you crawled closer to him, resisting the urge to plant yourself in his lap. He bit his lip as his eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds when you ran your fingers through his hair and dragged your nails down the back of his neck- all of his senses were on high alert right now.

He could hear your steady heartbeat, the traffic outside, the radio playing softly in the background. He could hear, see and smell everything but the scent of your growing arousal was the most dominant one and it was driving him insane.

He needed to find a parking spot and fast.

“I-I don’t know… off this road.. a-anywhere we can be alone,”

It was all you needed to know to mark your territory in his neck, having fun with creating hickeys and seeing them heal up before you even had the chance to admire them.

 

Luckily, Elvis knew his way around Tupelo. This morning, the original plan had been to hang around the fairgrounds after the shows as far as that was possible and then make the drive back to Memphis but both you and Elvis were too impatient to make the nearly two hour drive right now.

The vampire found an empty parking lot near the highway where he sloppily parked the Cadillac and as soon as he killed the engine, you were straddling him and kissing him hard. Right now, you did not care at all if you looked desperate or not, because you were. You had been painfully turned on the second he bit you earlier today and you waited long enough- your chance to have him was being presented right in front of your nose and you were going to grab onto it with both hands.

Elvis sure as hell didn’t mind either- he had been waiting for this moment ever since hormones came out to play during his teenage years.

“Damnit,” he mumbled against your lips with a grin on his face, his hands fumbling with the few buttons of your pants. “Why didn’t ya wear a dress today?” he teased, not really caring what you wore or whatsoever. He’d have the fabric off soon anyways and to him, you looked good in anything. But inside the tight space of the car, it would’ve made his job a bit more easier.

Pulling back from the kiss, you laughed and playfully swatted his hands away to flick open the buttons. He grabbed onto your hips and swiftly put you on your back on the front seat of the car- his movements were so quick that there was no room or time for clumsiness. He seemed confident in himself as he pulled your zipper down and tugged your pants down your thighs after you kicked off the flats you were wearing, but still there was that sense of nervousness coming from the both of you.

You weren’t worried about the fact that you were about to have sex with a vampire, but this was your best friend. The boy you had a crush on since you were a young girl- the boy who gave you your first kiss during a game of spin the bottle, the boy who stood up for you against everyone and everything. Your relationship could either change for better or for worse, but with the way he was looking up at you while kissing his way down your leg and to your thigh, he got you too distracted to let the worries take over your mind.

Elvis didn’t waste time and pulled your panties down, dropping them somewhere on the floor as he placed his flat hands against the back of your thighs, spreading your legs- the sight of you being so exposed in front of his face and the scent of your arousal filling his nostrils so deliciously made him dig his thumbs in your thighs and thrust his hips forward against the seat to create some friction. Despite the sun having set a few hours ago and the only light you had shining in the car came from a lamppost on the other side of the parking lot, he could see you clear as crystal and he found it hard to look away.

Your pussy was quite literally glistening because you were so wet- he was mesmerized.

“How long are you gonna stare at it?” you teased as you raised yourself on your elbows, getting a better view of having him settled in between your legs.

His eyes met yours as he laughed, releasing tension on one of your thighs to move his hand down and gather some of your slick on his digits as he ran them through your folds, making you gasp softly. “Sorry, honey- it’s just so… pretty,”

Your cheeks heated up at the odd compliment- you weren’t a virgin and had seen other guys in this position, although not in a car, but none of them had ever said anything like that. And none of them had ever admired your most sensitive body part as if it was a piece of fine art.

“Been waitin’ too long to see it,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear through the sound of your heart thumping faster in your ears- a soft moan rolled off your tongue as his thumb rubbed small, slow circles on your clit. Your hips automatically moved along to the rhythm of his fingertips and your hand moved down in his hair as he suddenly slipped in two fingers at the same time.

He knew you weren’t a virgin, so he knew you could take it.

“Elvis, please..” you whined softly, trying to push his face closer to where you wanted him most, but it was like trying to move a mountain- he didn’t even move a muscle.

“Impatient little thing,”

You could see by the way he was smirking that he wasn’t done teasing. It took him a lot of restraint to hold himself back, but he wanted to see how far he could take it. He kissed you before, but the both of you had never gone this far- he didn’t know what you were into and what you were definitely not into, but he wanted to find out on his own. He let you tug on his hair all you wanted as he kissed the inside of your thigh, rolling his tongue against your heated skin while pushing his fingers deeper inside of you- he pulled them back, but just as you were about to complain, he sunk them right back in, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit. As he rubbed it against the sensitive nub while bending the tip of his fingers inside of you, you let out a moaned curse.

He brought himself up, squeezing you in between his body and the front seat, his lips meeting yours. You immediately welcomed his tongue into your mouth, roaming your hands down his chest and to the buttons of his blouse. He deepened the kiss as he groaned, picking up the pace of his fingers which he pumped in and out of you as you easily flicked open all the buttons of his shirt and ran your hands up his chest. His skin was warm due to the velvet fabric he was wearing and it was just as soft as well- the sound of him moaning in the kiss when your nails caressed his nipples made your muscles tighten around his digits.

When you moved your hands down to tug his pants down his thighs and your hands disappeared in his boxershorts, he bit your lower lip harshly. Letting out a high pitched moan, you wrapped your hand around his cock and squeezed it softly in response- he sucked your lip into his mouth, tasting the blood he had drawn.

“Elvis,” you moaned breathlessly as he released your lip, swiping his tongue over it to get the last drip of blood. “Bite me,”

He moaned softly as he pressed his forehead against yours, his lips ghosting over yours- your hand picked up pace, thumb swirling around his tip to lace it with some of his pre-cum, and so did his fingers.

“W-wanna fuck while doin’ it,” he whispered as he flicked his tongue against your lips teasingly, making you laugh softly and nod.

Despite having all the time in the world, your body was screaming, yearning, for him- if you wouldn’t have him now, the world might just come to an end.

 

The stretch of Elvis filling you up as you sank down onto him left you gasping and whining, nails digging into his shoulders which you were holding onto for dear life.

Elvis wasn’t doing much better himself- he hadn’t slept with a lot of people after turning into a vampire. He was already in love with you before that and due to his heightened emotions, those feelings grew tenfold in intensity. Sure, he dated a few girls and did some fooling around now and then but they weren’t you. It just wasn’t the same. So, the feeling of your warm tightness trapping him inside of you right now had him throwing his head back on the seat and his hands gripping onto your hips, guiding your slow and gentle thrusts.

He wouldn’t be able to last long if you’d go any faster.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuck,” he cursed, rolling his head around to look at you through hooded lids. “You feel so good, Y/N- fuck,”

You laughed softly, your confidence growing at his words. You were slowly but surely getting used to the feeling of having him inside of you and wanted to pick up the pace, but he moaned deeply and held onto your hips firmer, preventing you from doing so.

“S-Slowly, slowly,” he warned, his cheeks a little flushed. You smiled at him and nodded, bringing your hands into your hair and moving it over your shoulder- he licked his lips at the exposed skin of your neck. You were curious and wanted to find out if you’d experience it in the same way you did earlier today- as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you against his chest, and kissed your neck, it was like even that felt way more intense than before.

Your hands found their way back into his hair and you whined as you felt the sharp pain of his fangs penetrating your skin but as he tightened his grip around you, the pain was long gone. All you felt was pleasure and this was nothing compared to this afternoon- it felt so much better. You took advantage of his hands not being on your hips anymore, thrusting onto him a little firmer- it took him slightly by surprise and he groaned deeply against your skin, some blood slipping out from between his lips and down your collarbones.

He took less than before and you had eaten a proper meal in between his first and second show, so your energy didn’t fade as fast. The feeling of him pulling his fangs out of your flesh was still a strange one that made you shiver and the spot he just bit stung, but as he lapped his tongue over the bite marks, the uncomfortable hint of pain was gone as soon as it came.

Elvis pulled his head out of your neck and you cupped his face, staining your thumb with the blood that was on his lips before letting him suck on the digit. The sight made your muscles clench around his length tightly and he groaned, teasingly but softly biting your thumb before you pulled it out of his mouth. You didn’t know what came over you as you leaned in and licked up some of your own blood that dripped down his chin before kissing him- Elvis sure as hell wasn’t complaining, eagerly and sloppily kissing you back.

“Faster?” you questioned hopefully in between kisses, twirling your hips around teasingly.

Elvis laughed softly, loosening his arms around you and moving his hands down to your ass, harshly squeezing it. “Fuck yes, faster, baby- fuck me,”

You’d never expected Elvis to be a submissive type during sex, but it awakened a whole new side inside of yourself. Having him tell you to fuck him was something you wouldn’t forget about any time soon.

But unlike Elvis, you weren’t much of a teaser and gave him what he asked for right away.

 

Elvis wasn’t even sure if he was on this planet anymore. This was better than any kind of blood he’d ever tasted, better than the music settling in his bones when he was on stage- this was goddamn euphoric.

The entire car was shaking and rumbling with how fast and hard you were riding him, the fog on the windows hard evidence to people driving by that unholy things were being done in the vehicle, but he couldn’t get himself to care one bit.

He could barely think straight, didn’t even know where to put his hands anymore- they went from running through his hair, to squeezing your breasts which were on full display because he had hastily taken your top off minutes earlier, and squeezing at your thighs. The moans that left you were like music to his ears, but to you, his were even better.

He had completely put down his guard, moaning and whining desperately, calling out your name like a prayer. It got you more motivated than you’d ever been during sex with anyone else and you were pretty sure your thighs were going to feel like jelly after this, but you didn’t want to stop. You couldn’t stop, not with him looking this pretty and vulnerable underneath you- you just wished you had more lighting to admire him in all his glory.

“God, I’m so c-cl.. close,” he grunted, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as you placed your hands behind you on his knees, arching your back to give him a priceless view of your body. He could barely keep his eyes open, but he wasn’t going to miss out on a view like that. “Yes, baby- just like that, feels d-damn good. Fuck, fuck- where’d ya learn that?!”

You laughed softly through your moans at his words, repeating the action of raising your hips until his cock threatened to leave your tightness altogether before firmly sinking back down onto him. It was obvious to you in that moment that the girls Elvis had been with before weren’t as bold as you and this only made you feel more confident, a little smug even.

“You wanna cum inside me, baby?”

Elvis’ jaw clenched at that- never had any girl called him ‘baby’ like that. Never had any girl asked him if he wanted to cum inside of her. But your question sure didn’t fall on deaf ears- he liked having you on top, but he wanted you underneath him when he’d fill you up. Grabbing your hips, he nearly knocked the wind out of your lungs as he changed the position to missionary.

You didn’t mind the change all too much- it gave your legs a little time to rest as you wrapped them loosely around his waist and with the way he was pounding into you in a pace that didn’t even seem or feel human, hitting your spot with every thrust, it had you screaming nearly as loud as the girls at the front row of his shows.

Now his name was rolling off your tongue in a mantra, nails clawing at his biceps desperately as tears stung in your eyes. You couldn’t even announce your climax if you wanted to, because it hit you in the face like a ton of bricks, making you arch your back and spasm so hard that Elvis had to place his hand on your stomach, keeping you in place as he chased his own orgasm.

You were seeing stars, feeling slightly light headed, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off your best friend as he let out a deep moan, followed by a string of profanities. His fingers were digging in your flesh so harshly you wouldn’t be surprised he was bruising you, but you were too out of your mind to comment on it or let it bother you.

His thrusts slowed down, hips stuttering forward as he threw his head back in his neck and grabbed onto your hips to prevent you from moving away. Not that you were planning to, despite starting to feel sensitive.

You were trying to get your breathing under control, whining softly as he pulled out of you and shoved his fingers inside of you again, stopping his cum from leaking onto the seat. You weren’t worried, knowing he wasn’t able to procreate anymore- you welcomed his lips as he softly pressed them onto yours, letting out a deep, content sigh in the kiss.

 

“We should probably go back to pick up the others,” you whispered against his lips with a soft laugh and he pulled back with a grin, slowly pulling his fingers out of you.

“They’ll find their way back,” he shrugged, going in for another kiss but you placed a finger against his lips, making him sigh and lower his head on your chest, snuggling up to you.

“It’s a two hour drive, El- we really can’t do that. Although Nick kinda deserves to be stranded,” you mumbled, making the male on top of you vibrate with laughter. “Also, I’m kinda in the mood for cotton candy,”

Raising his head, he gave you a goofy frown of his eyebrows and laughed as he shook his head. Then a grin spread across his face and he leaned in closer, kissing his way to your neck along your jawline. “You’re sweeter than cotton candy, beautiful,”

You winced softly as you felt his tongue lap at the bite marks in your neck, the pleasure not there to distract you from the pain this time. He immediately pulled out of your neck with apologetic eyes, biting the palm of his hand before holding it out to you- not feeling as turned on and freaky as before anymore, his blood tasted rather peculiar, but it did make the uncomfortable pain and bite marks in your neck disappear.

“Five more minutes,” you told him as you wiped some blood off your mouth with the back of your hand, wrapping your arms around him to bring him back in your embrace. “Then we’ll pick up the strays,”

He laughed at your words, nodding as he snuggled his face in your neck. He kept his fangs to himself this time, but he couldn’t stop himself from kissing and licking the dried blood off your skin, the both of you hugging each other so hard you could barely breathe.

“I love you,” he blurted out in a whisper.

When you didn’t say anything back, panic started to creep into his veins and he slowly raised his head to look down at you. He caressed a strand of hair out of your face, about to apologize or maybe even tell you you shouldn’t feel obligated to say it back, but you beat him to it.

“I love you too, Elvis,” you told him with a smile tugging at your lips. He let out a soft, relieved sigh and kissed you again- eagerly, firmly, passionately.

The strays could wait a little longer than five minutes.

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hotvintagepoll Hot Men Tournament rundown thoughts

I promised a final recap post and here it is! I'll try to cover the questions I saw the most as we closed out the bracket, reveal my ✨secret faves✨, and talk about the biggest surprises and turnarounds I saw in the brackets.

Yes, this will get silly.

ROUND 1

As I've mentioned before, I worked off submissions for who to include in the bracket, so if your fave was missing—that's why. I used submitted pics when I could, but many submissions didn't have one, so I tried to find decent ones in the couple of days I had to prep the first round (I didn't always succeed). By decent, I mean pics where 1) I could see the hot man's face, so not too much moody lighting, and 2) hopefully conveyed something about his vibe, even if it was a funny thing (yes, I showed Howard Keel in full Shakespeare get-up—I'm not beyond putting up a pic because I think it's funny). I didn't know all of these hotties going in, so some I had to guess with, but when I could I tried to pick shots that had a touch of the humor, class, or genre of the hot man.

For Round 1 and Round 2, I grouped the hotties by each decade, so only '60s actors ran against '60s actors, '50s against '50s, etc. Male beauty standards shifted pretty dramatically over the sixty years this tournament covers, and I didn't think it was fair to pit dramatically different styles of beauty against each other immediately.

I pitted hot men against each other based on opposing energies—hot vs cold, elegant vs rough, comedy vs drama, etc.. I wanted the polls to be interesting and I've never liked brackets where everyone is clearly in different "lanes" until the finals! I also wanted to make polls where I couldn't tell which way they would swing, so by setting matchups that felt opposite but equal, I got to be surprised by the bracket results too.

The only reason we had any three-way matchups is because the amount of men submitted didn't round to a nice bracket number. I don't like them generally and find them really hard to balance.

Secret faves from Round 1—I am a James Coburn girlie and knew he would die immediately, so that was not a shock but a bummer. I similarly knew Robert Preston is only magical to people who have seen him do His Little Dance Routines in That One Iowa Musical, but it would have been nice for him to last longer.

Surprises—Jeremy Brett was a last-minute add and I didn't think he really had a shot, so I put him in as a third wheel on the Sean Connery/Dean Martin matchup. Little did I count on the Granada girlies. (Always count on the Granada girlies.) The Elvis/Peter Falk poll was the first one to gain any momentum—Elvis was winning for the first 24 hours but then, my god, did Peter fight back. I didn't expect the Tab/Toshiro poll to make that bad a mincemeat out of Tab—people have different tastes, and I thought the people who like blonde sunny All American white boys might turn out for The Blonde Sunny All American White Boy. Sorry, Tab. I hope you've peeled yourself off the sidewalk by now. And, of course, I was SHOCKED and APPALLED that James Cagney would be obliterated by, of all people, Mr. Bing Crosby.

SHADOW BRACKET

The fervor of the Harold Lloyd and Fredric March people inspired the shadow bracket, and I couldn't be happier at the way it's gone. You were right, the original photos I had for them did suck. Cunty Harold Lloyd in his little life guard uniform was a revelation.

ROUND 2

For Round 2 I'd gotten a better sense of who was doing well and who was not, so a little of that came into play, but I mostly paired on vibes again. (I genuinely think this is a good way to make a fun, challenging bracket.)

Secret faves—Noooo not hot dilf Dick Van Dyke don't take my hot inventor dilf away uwu!!! (He was up against Marlon Brando. I would have been shocked if he'd won but for a minute there, a glorious second, it was possible.) I am also a big old softie for David Niven's particular brand of repression to the point of volcanic rupture, but he is one of many hotties who does not look good without moving and speaking so I figured he would be going.

So much beef—hey! hey you. I ran a poll asking if we are horny for dancers. Yes, was the resounding poll response. Where, then, did all the fucking dancers go? This round we lost Donald O'Connor, Fred Astaire, Harold Nicholas; Sammy Davis Jr., Danny Kaye, Frank Sinatra, and Bing Crosby all sneak into this category as well, by token of having been in the kind of big MGM bang-a-pan-and-put-on-a-show beloved bedlams we all watch at Christmastime. Round 2 voters HATED musical matchups. Except for one.

The one—SOUND OF MUSIC, the voters said, WE LOVE SOUND OF MUSIC. we will KILL the man responsible for salad dressing because of the SOUND OF MUSIC. every other dance man can die but THIS man dances a FOLK DANCE with JULIE ANDREWS in a GARDEN. I did not go into this poll with strong opinions about Christopher Plummer or Paul Newman but my god did I leave having heard all of them.

Surprises—James Edwards/Anthony Perkins matchup was a nail biter! Conrad vs Oscar kept me up at nights. Surprised to see Basil Rathbone survive against Sabu Dastagir—both very fetching, but Sabu had some top-tier propaganda. Cesar Romero put up a surprisingly stiff fight against Cary Grant (an omen for things to come).

Oh horrors—horror heroes surprisingly fell all over the place. I was sure either Bela Lugosi or Turhan Bey would sweep their three-way matchup, but Michael Redgrave of all people carried through; Boris Karloff went down against Johnny Weismuller (while holding hands with fellow fallen hottie Fred Astaire), but at least we got his guacamole recipe before he went. Delighted to see that the Venn diagram of the coalitions who support horror hero Vincent Price and funny lil guy Donald O'Connor is a circle.

Secret faves pt 2—oh yeah, I fucking love Danny Kaye and Donald O'Connor. RIP funny lil kings.

ROUND 3

For some reason this was the hardest one to make matchups for. Oh no, all the men are hot.

Secret faves—Michael Redgrave i love you SO much you're SUCH an idiot, how did you make it as far as round 3. I want you to sweep the whole thing but you should NOT be surviving this. I love you, here's a kiss, go home.

Surprises—Marlon Brando is gone! Errol Flynn is gone! Christopher Plummer exhausted himself beating the organic oreos man to death and goes out with a whimper. Beginning to actually see the roots of #mifunesweep as Tyrone Power, a hot man very different from Burt Lancaster, who was in turn very different from Tab Hunter, also gets swept under the wheels of the unbeatable toshirobus. Conrad Veidt finds that no amount of purring svelte eccentricity compares to the people who will fuck a young Lt. Columbo.

SHADOW BRACKET 2

Cannot believe it but Veidt loses this one too. Perkins sweeps and becomes Prince of the Shadow Realm!

ROUND 4

At this point I've set a formal bracket that I'm following.

Secret faves—this isn't secret anymore, but losing Jimmy Stewart hurt.

Surprises—The Gene Kelly/Jeremy Brett matchup was the diciest one all round, moving back and forth between the two by sometimes .01%. Far more surprising, however, was Cary Grant getting eliminated before the quarterfinals. Grant has never been my type, but he is famous for being THE type, so while the writing had been on the wall the whole tournament—how on earth did Michael Redgrave even get 36% in his matchup?!—seeing Grant go down was a SHOCKER. Other fallen hotties included Gregory Peck, James Dean, Harry Belafonte, and Sessue Hayakawa. Peter Falk finally met his match in Omar Sharif.

QUARTERFINALS

Secret faves—I don't know if it counts as a secret fave, tbh, as my horses in the race really went out with Stewart, but I do have a soft spot here worth mentioning. Here's my childhood dog, Keaton.

The resemblance is truly striking, and yes, he was short, fast, and not prone to smiling.

Surprises—I couldn't predict how any of these matchups would go down, but I was most interested in Keaton vs Sharif, as they are both SO hot in SUCH different ways.

SEMIFINALS:

This was such a good batch of semifinalist contestants. By this point I think we could all tell Mifune was unstoppable (though I thought Sharif might give him a run for his money), but I really didn't know which way Robeson vs Poitier would flip.

FINALS:

I wanted Sidney Poitier to pull a last-minute sweep out of nowhere, but alas, Toshiro is just THAT GOOD (maybe. I will admit that I find Toshiro's domination a little hard to believe, given the variety and hotness of all his competitors; the man is hot but all these men are hot). I'm still happy with how the tournament went.

FINAL MEDITATIONS:

Biggest shock of a dropout: the loss of Paul Newman

Biggest "you people have no taste": the loss of James Cagney

Biggest victory: Paul Robeson making it to the semifinals over often-assumed champion Gregory Peck

Biggest coalition who deserve justice: dancing men

Biggest ask character: vents anon (currently eating Laurence Olivier)

Biggest, uhh, anything: how many of you are here! I genuinely thought it would be me and 10 other people voting for the whole tournament. I'm thrilled it took off like this!

I think that's everything, but I'm happy to answer addl asks. And THANK YOU to everyone for your tags, rants, impassioned propaganda, beautiful pics, and love for the hot men! See you for the ladies!

[thealogie]

I don't go here, but after reading enough of the David Tennant lore and breaking news on your blog, out of curiosity I went to his general tag and was bushwacked with the amount of horniness. I knew tumblr people were hot for him, but for 10 posts I got like one shipping him with Catherine Tate, one shipping him with the actor who played the enemy of the doctor, one shipping the doctor and the John Barrowman character (previous two were rpf), then two lust-filled ones Michael Sheen rpfs - one pics with text, another link to a fanfic, two Good Omens arts where Crowley in particular was presented in all his slutty glory, an erotic work of fiction about dude from Broadchurch + Reader, an erotic work of fiction about the doctor and Rose. I was assaulted with the tumblr's collective unconscious of the horniest variety. MY usual interests don't generate this amont of unbridled flesh thirst, and while I like the guy he's truly the just somest of just some guys to me, looks wise. He's not even alien looking like Benny C., he seems very tame and even traditional irl, why does he inspire all this kinky slutty stuff? In his 50s no less. Can you shed some light on this for me? I'm simply comparing this phenomenon with his peers fandoms (Benny C., Martin F., Tom H., Matt S.) and none of them seem as unhinged and sexually charged as his (and as rpf-y too). What is the non-jokey explanation?

I cannot explain it to you. I guess he’s pretty good at acting slutty on screen, but it doesn’t explain this. In London people were rending their garments and camping out at the donmar warehouse for just a glimpse of this man. Online they are lusting after him like he’s a sex god.

And then you pan over to him he’s just taking his kids to the park and going on a monologue about the difference between chocolate bars and a bar of chocolate. It defies explanation.

[palmtreesx3]

A Girl Like You

Part two to: Seeing Stars. 

*Hot Tub Steve back in action*

Steve Harrington x FEM!reader

Summary: In the aftermath of the 4th of July Hot Tub Hookup, embarrassment and emotions are flying, tables turn and shit gets figured out. Read Part 1 to see how exactly we got here.

NSFW, angst, orgasms and hot tub play.

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It's been two weeks since the 4th of July and your little hot tub rendezvous under the stars with Steve, and you've thought about it approximately 50 times a day (at least) since then. At first you weren't sure what you were feeling about what happened. Your range of emotions went from irritated, to apathetic all the way to empathetic and apologetic. 

First, you couldn't believe that it was stolen glances and hot dogs crammed in his mouth with a side of bumbling idiot that made you break and want to actually jump his bones. Second, you couldn't believe that he thought of you like that. Like, at all. And third, you could not believe that with a few licks of your tongue and drags of your hips across his lap YOU made Steve Harrington - former King of Kings, chronic ladies man and serial dater, kingpin of one night stands - come in his pants in 2 minutes flat.

One minute you were both ready to give each other hell, the next your heart was melting at how he gave up all control and then you were there, bodies pressed together, hands soft all over and his chest hair scratching at the swell of your tits overflowing from your bikini top. All the while he was begging under you for some type of reassurance that everything happening was in fact, real. When you tilted his head up and he looked at you like that - not gawking like before but instead like you actually were the sun - things happened fast. 

Instead of sporadic grinds of your hips to distract him from his incessant apologies and rambling, you set a smooth but firm pace, reveling in the look on his face and the drag of his hardness between your clothed folds as you went. Your soft kisses moved on from his lips and instead traced the constellations of freckles and moles on his face, neck, shoulders. You stopped to latch on to a particularly pretty mark on his neck, just below his ear, when your grind caught you just right. Despite the layers of wet clothes sticking between you both, his hard tip caught your clit just so, and you let out a strangled moan. 

And that's the moment Steve Harrington lost his shit. Your moan was soft and pretty, but deep and dirty and he still couldn't wrap his head around how you so willingly perched yourself on his lap and started treating him so so good. A girl like you? Never… So when your tongue licked at that spot on his neck and you chased that feeling on your clit with another deep roll of your hips, he felt your fingers press into his back, another moan caught in your throat, and his eyes shot open. 

"A-h ah, ohhh my God, Jesus Christ." Steve says while panting and pulling away - eyes wider than a black hole and jaw hanging open like he just traveled through 3 separate galaxies. He grabs your shoulders to hold you back from him and the panicked look on his face makes you think he's finally come to his senses. Things would go right back to bites to your resolve instead of nips over sweet spots on your skin that you suddenly craved from Steve motherfuckin Harrington. 

So in a moment of self preservation, trying to play defense in the game of hardball you and Steve have been playing for years, you slide back to the other side as fast as you found yourself on top of him, arms now crossed with a glare "Man you should be an actor, Steve Harrington. I can't keep up with you. Where do you come up with all those lines you pull on the ladies? I can NOT believe I let a few lines of sweet talk and some soft eyes trick me into hopping on your lap."

Fuckin idiot, you mumble under your breath - actually referring to yourself - as you tip your head back laying it on the edge of the hot tub and look to the stars, trying to figure out how all of these wires got crossed so quickly. 

"No, n-no oh my God no. It's NOT like that at all. I just … " 

"Aaaand we're back to stuttering Steve Harrington. What? Did you forget your script? " You snap back. 

"Such a bitch." He huffs out softly, with way less bite than you're used to and a bit of a soft smirk. Is he fuckin laughing at you? "God, I'm just trying to figure out how to say this without saying 'I'm sorry' because I've already got my ass chewed out for apologizing too much tonight and I really don't want to hear it again. "

"Yeah yeah 'I'm sorry we should have never done that' got it. Great." you tut, standing up and letting the warm water drip down you - desperately willing your riled up, wound tight body to return to status quo. You don’t miss the way his eyes dart to your ass again, following the drip of water like a roadmap down your body. It’s like an automatic response just then. You can’t help but clench your thighs together. You don’t think he noticed, but you feel ashamed either way. 

"Fuck no. I'd do that a thousand times. I just… "

You turn back to look at him, your hip popped out in annoyance, his head tipped back, hands dragging down his face in absolute agony. This should be good, you think to yourself. 

"I just… need a minute. Y-you, got me all crazy, I swear to God… fuck! I just. Couldn't help it and…"

He looks at you, impatience growing in your scowl and he thinks that it's actually fucking adorable how angry he can get you even when he's trying to be genuine and a little sweet. " Stop looking at me like that! " He snaps out, " You made me blow my load in my swim shorts like a 13 year old, okay?! Fuck, it- it's fuckin embarrassing, is what it is." 

You're now stuck in place, feeling frozen like the ice cubes still laying in the bottom of the coolers from earlier today, but instead of the relief those cubes gave you just a few hours ago you are searching for it in Steve Harrington's eyes before your guard goes back up quickly.  "W-what did you say?" As you cackle out a laugh, loud and obnoxious into the now crisp and cool summer air littered with the distant pops and hisses of late night backyard fireworks.

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After the initial irritation and mild embarrassment of your own, you grapple with self-doubt and some anger. You replay the aftermath about 100 different ways and you can't decide if your reaction crushed his soul and he hates you - like actually hates you now. If he was really being genuine with all that sweet talk, he definitely has to hate you because not only did you laugh in his face, you ran.

In response to your knee-jerk reaction down in the hot tub, a groggy Robin popped open the guest room window, strawberry hair literally sticking up left and right, and yelled down "Jesus Christ, I thought… I dunno what I thought… but you guys are impossible. Always arguing. Shut the fuck up, will you? It's late and I'm already feeling hungover, kay?" You both muttered apologies into the night sky while climbing out and shuffled your separate ways. You made sure you were gone and inside the bathroom downstairs before he could even shut off the jets. So yeah, he probably thinks you're an absolute bitch, laughing at him and then running away so you didn't have to look at his pathetic face. 

You weren't sure if you were angry at him or angry at yourself, but you were cold and salty at this point, and Robin called you out on it real quick while splayed out on your bed one afternoon hanging out with the radio on. "Something extra has crawled up YOUR ass lately, ya know? What's your deal?" You were mad about everything and nothing at all, really, and there was nothing to say. She told you that you need to get laid while sucking on a lollipop, feet swinging, devilish grin on her face. You huffed at her - she has no goddamn idea. And you're not bringing it up because Robin will get all flappy and make you question things even more than you already are. So you internalize, hyping yourself up to go toe to toe with Steve next time the group inevitably gets together, taking your game of teasing to a whole new league. 

But that energy lasted maybe for a total of a day before the group found themselves all together that same Thursday - late and loud, laughing and shouting over the booths they all occupied in the diner just outside of town. 

Going out for a bite with this group was always mildly chaotic. For some reason the waitress here, Jeanie, thinks you're all just adorable - reminds her of her group of friends when she was growing up, all close and honest and loud and youthful - so you find yourself here often. Jeanie puts up with the yelling and taunting from Dustin, the giggles and laughter from Max and El, Mike changing his order before changing back to the thing she knew he would want from the get go, and all the storytelling, heckling and seat switching between four booths of friends. 

After you slip through the door, later than the rest, you follow the loud cries of the group you know to be yours and plop down in the open seat across from Nance and Johnathan. You came ready, but your prepared indignation melted away the minute your hard glare met Steve's gentle eyes behind your other friends in your crowd. Where you expected a total grudge for the way you treated him in his moment of humiliation, instead he's looking at you all hopeful and sparkly, like those goddamn stars. 

You blink away everything running though your mind in favor of sustenance. You have a soft spot for Jeanie too, and she knows it, so you gather yourself and give Jeanie a smile and a nod, letting her know you're ready to order. She's there before you know it, sliding you a rootbeer float and a huge basket of fries already ready and hot, served just the way you like them. 

You're grinning, ready to thank her for being the literal best when she says "I didn't see ya, so I figured you weren't coming!… but that one there ordered for ya tonight, sweets. Just a few minutes ago, so your food was fresh and ya didn't hafta wait." She says as she pops her bubble gum with a smirk, jerking her neck towards the booth a few over where Steve is sitting in conversation. Your smile falters but when you notice Nance and Johnathan intently watching you, you take to shoving some fries in your mouth to deflect and start asking about what they're up to this weekend instead. You feel a bit like Steve shoving hot dogs down his throat in his backyard that day to avoid acknowledging the truth - the truth here is that he doesn't just like looking at you, he notices you.

And Steve, he can't help but notice you all night. It's different from the 4th of July - he's not trying to hide it but he's also not trying to will his half chub away in desperation. It’s not a distraction this time. It's a choice. He sees your smile falter when he's sure Janine outed him for ordering your food. He catches your glance through plates of half eaten food being passed around freely and now it's you who is playing it off like you're not looking at him. He laughs to himself and shakes his head, while he draws a long sip from his strawberry milkshake and Dustin decides he isn't biting his tongue any longer tonight. "You guys know you're fuckin idiots, right? Certified insane." 

"What are you saying Henderson? I thought we talked about the tone thing, buddy boy." He huffs out. 

"I'm leaving. You're insufferable" he grumbles as he slides out to dip in next to Will and Mike. Just as it always does, the musical chairs start once the food has been eaten and all the kids start bopping around talking amongst themselves rather than over everyone else. The kids start an animated discussion about their next D&D campaign - it’s their annual Memorial Campaign for Eddie, so they’re all abuzz about it more so than normal. Nance and Johnathan take the chance to slink out of the booth, wanting to make sure they get a good night's rest before they both have an interview with the city paper in Indianapolis tomorrow morning. Max takes the opportunity and hops next to you, laying her head on your shoulder and you settle in to a comfortable silence with one of your favorite girls "It's sweet you know? Right?" she finally speaks. 

"What's sweet? Your milkshake… gimmie. Lemme try it. " You say. Snatching the cup from the girl and taking a big swig. "Cookies and Cream. A girl after my own heart.” You settle your head back down on top of hers and she sighs. 

“You know, you’re like a sister to me?” She says. A little bit of a question, and a little bit of a statement. She can feel you nod your head. “Ok.” She says as she breathes in deep and you feel her slipping out of the booth on your left, while the right side dips below a new body weight. You know it’s him before you even turn your head, a familiar quality in the atmosphere caused by a stare that you’re feeling pretty used to by now. 

You don’t miss the silent exchange Steve and Max have with their eyes just then, and you know she’s got you right where Steve wants you. Because while you’re like a sister to her, you also know damn well Steve is like her brother. You’ve both been through so much with her. Just like there’s nothing in the world you wouldn't do for Max, she’d do the same for both of you. Her eyes glint and she smiles at you behind her straw as she assumes her position at the booth furthest away, scooting close to Lucas and caring very little about the cacophony still going on over D&D. 

It's the point in the night where everyone left settles into their own bubbles, the chaos dying down for more intimate moments between friends. It always happens, but this time you’re here with Steve alone in the booth closest to the door and neither of you are saying anything at all. He wordlessly passes you his cup, and you take it, slipping the straw between your lips and taking a sip. “You would order a strawberry milkshake, Steve Harrington.” You tease - a light and airy jab, before going back in for another sip anyway. He laughs as you pass it back to him as he takes his next sip. Both sitting there, backs against the plush seat of the booth, slumped down lazily and legs kicked up across from you on the other side. 

“I was definitely a bitch, wasn’t I?” 

“I mean, yeah but up until that moment, you were pretty much a dream.” he says, all vulnerable and honest, like it’s the easiest thing to say. And maybe it is. Because while you were all worked up and dramatic about it, he looked like he was seeing the world through entirely different lenses. Your eyes locked together and he took one last irritatingly loud slurp of his strawberry milkshake, the corner of his lips turned up in a smile - 100% on purpose to get a rise out of you. Without a thought, he leaves money on the table for Janine and says “C’mon. Let’s go.” so casually you don’t even think twice.  

“Leave it” he says motioning to your car, and your feet obey, following him to that stupidly iconic Maroon Harrington BMW. Yours staying tucked in the back of the now desolate parking lot of the diner to deal with later. You climb in the passenger seat, and before you know it, you’re on the road back home to Hawkins, windows down, radio playing “Radio Ga Ga” just loud enough to tap your fingers along and hum along to the chorus. “So where are you taking me, Harrington? Gonna finally throw me off the cliff into the quarry?” you ask. 

He laughs, sweet and absolutely no tease in it, “Not a chance, honey. I’ve got something else in mind.” And you blush at the name. You fucking blush at Steve Harrington calling you honey, while driving you like a passenger princess around back roads in Hawkins.  

When you pull up to his house, you go to speak only for Steve to cut you off, “Not now. Just shut up for a minute. Don’t talk, just….. Please.” He whines. He outstretches his hand and you take it, without hesitation. His palm warm and calloused yet soft all at the same time in your own, he leads you up the driveway and around the back of the house. He pulls you along until you're standing right smack in front of the hot tub. Back at ground zero. Wordlessly, he turns it on, then he takes off his shoes and socks. Before you know it, he’s stripping himself of his shirt and pants and climbing into the hot tub in his boxers, asking you “Aren’t you coming?” with the most serious look on his face. Like this is normal.. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Steve. You’re crazy. I don’t have a suit and this is …” 

“You don’t need a suit.” He says. It’s assured and direct. “Please, just…I- I just need one more chance. I wanna do everything I should have done that night. I wanna take care of you, show you I can be good for you, too. Please.” 

As he begs, that second Please falling from his lips, you decide that there’s no fight left in you. Not for your own internal struggle nor the little game the two of you have played together for far too long. You hesitate a beat before sliding off your sneakers slowly, an act of acceptance to the invitation. You peel down your shorts, showing off a pair of cheeky lavender panties Steve immediately groans at. “Perv” you shoot over at him, while he stands up and reaches out a hand to you anyway. You slip your shirt up over your head and off your shoulder quickly before gently placing your hand in his again making a move to help you up and into the place you left so abruptly two weeks ago. 

As you sink down into the water tonight, he wastes no time pulling you over to him, seating you right back on his lap like the last time, a tentative touch of his fingertips lingering on your sides. They tickle up your back, reaching your shoulder blades, not stopping there while one snakes up further to grab ahold of your ponytail. He pulls it back just rough enough to expose your neck to him like an offering. He sticks out his tongue licking up your throat, tracing your jaw and ending just in the dip below your right ear, pulling a startled and breathy sound from you without any effort. 

It’s involuntary, but you roll your hips chasing the feeling of arousal already brewed like a pot of morning coffee between your thighs. “Uh uh, honey. None of that shit again. I told you, I’m doing it right this time.” As he starts tracing the same path up the left side of your throat and jaw with his tongue, his hands find their way under the cups of your bra to rub gentle circles on the flesh of your breast. His lips latch on to your ear lobe at the same time his fingers creep up and find your nipples, circling them with his thumb and giving a cheeky pinch while breathing into your ear “So fuckin good for me.”  

You keen upwards at the sensation, giving Steve the opportunity to bite at your shoulder while he pushes the strap of your bra down and out of his way. He makes quick work of unsnapping the bra and tossing it completely aside, into the grass below. Ever a boob man, now that they're out on full display he sucks in a breath and hoists you further up his lap now almost straddling his tummy, hands under your ass holding you up high and bending down to get his mouth on those tits as fast as he can. He laps his tongue around your breast before sucking a pretty purple spot just left of your nipple before flicking his tongue over it repeatedly, finally pulling a sound from you that drives him wild. He pays the same attention to your other breast before working his way back up your neck and hovering his lips over yours. 

You're both there, sloshing around the hot tub water, breaths heaving into one another's mouths, foreheads touching and eyes locked. His lips chase yours and you pull back slightly before giving in and leaning back into a kiss made for the movies - hand reached around the nape of your neck keeping you close, tongue dipping in kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before, his other hand slides down your breast, your belly and then toys with the elastic band of your underwear at your hip. 

You nod, refusing to pull your lips from his and in a second his fingers are dipping down those purple panties, right into where you want them. Long and thick, he drags them through your folds back and forth before slipping his middle finger right in, deep enough that he flattens his palm against your clit and grinds against it with the pad of his palm. You buck your hips up at the motion, while he curls his finger forward, making you cry out into the open air of his backyard. With no effort, he slides a second finger in and pumps fast, rolling those fingers forward over and over again, hitting a spot inside you’re not sure anyone has ever reached before. 

It feels like only seconds until your legs start to quake, pulling away from his lips abruptly, you throw your head back gasping out a stifled moan into the dark sky. Your breath stays labored as you peer up to the heavens while Steve Harrington has his fingers in your cunt, mouth on your tits and heart on a silver platter. “Ohmigod, St-Steve, Jesus!” You cry out as your body shakes and you pulse around his fingers, still dragging them in and out of you slowly as you come back to earth. 

“Glad to see I’m not the only one coming quickly around here” He laughs out and you gasp a fake gasp, while slapping at his chest. 

"Can I get these off you? Honey, please. C'mon." He taps at your ass so you rise up on your knees as he shimmies your underwear down your thighs. As you slip your legs out one by one above him, he lifts his own hips to free himself from the boxers clinging wet and tight to everywhere that matters. 

There's nothing left between you now. No walls, no games, no hesitation and certainly no clothing. "I told you. A dream." He says as he looks at you, eyes boring deep into your soul, and for once you have absolutely nothing to say to Steve Harrington. Instead he speaks and as he does, you tumble, head over heels for this stupid, stupid boy. "Babe- baby please, I gotta get inside you. I jus- I wanna give it to you, so good." 

You can't hold back the moan you let out at his words, nodding desperately, whispering back "Make me feel it, Steve." Into the shell of his ear. And holy shit, he does. He slides into you in one swift movement, guiding you down hard until you're flush with his hips, friction already building from the soft patch of hair at his base. You both settle there for a moment and it's like you can feel him all the way in your throat. "Jesus Christ, Harrington what have you been packing?! It's like I can taste you, your so fuckin far in there, f-fuccckk."  With a chuckle he rocks your hips slow and steady, and this time around it's to shut you up.

He's leaning back, looking entirely too happy with himself when he snakes his arm under yours and around your back, slick with water and sweat, bringing you close to him - chest to chest. The soft rolls of both of your hips come to a hault suddenly when he uses all the leverage he has to slam up into you. You scream out, "O-oh my god, please just… fucking keep going" you demand. His fingers now grabbing your waist tight, he does as you ask, pulling you back down on him hard with each thrust up water quaking around you both. "So feisty. God, I can't get enough of you." 

It's a little wild for a minute, skin slapping beneath the water, waves crashing up and over the sides of the hot tub. Moans loud enough the neighbors could surely hear slipping from both of your lips as you bounce up and down on his length, no where close to pulling off him completely because he fills you up so good and so deep. Steve snatches your lips for a hot and wet kiss, forcing you both to slow down and bring yourselves back to reality. He adjusts and pulls out of you, and you cry out at the loss like a whimpering child. Days ago you'd be embarrassed that Steve Harrington's dick made you cry out like a bratty little girl, but here you were, pouting with your lip popped out at your empty pussy, missing the feeling of that idiot's cock buried deep inside you. 

Before you can actually get out any bratty banter, he swings you around, switching your position and pressing you forward, knees sliding back into the bench and hands bracing you against the edge of the hot tub. You feel him reaching around you from behind fiddling with something along the edge before he scoots you to the left. "Bingo. There it is." he says, so stupid, and you are about to roll your eyes at his quip but instead they hit the back of your head anyway as he slides your knees wider, pushes you down and the jet of the hot tub comes straight into contact with your clit. A gasp, followed by a cry, followed by a deep moan uncontrollably roll out of you as the jets of water fly through your folds and make your sensitive bud pulse. 

While you're completely distracted by the feeling of the water rippling through your core, he slots himself behind you and guides himself right back to where you want him most. His tip nudges at the edge of your folds, the pressure of the jet riles him up just as much. The floodgates open and he stars rambling. "So perfect for me. God, just what I need. Been here the whole goddamn time. " He whispers as he pushes past the jet and into your heat. You squeeze around him immediately, calling his name out into the edge of the darkness. Steve continues to slam into you, hitting that spongy spot way deep inside making you lose all control, jets still coaxing water over and around your bundle of nerves, warm and fast. 

He can feel you rhythmically pulsing around him now "Oh sweet thing, I feel you. C'mon, I feel you so tight around me. Jesus Christ. D-did I do good? Did I do good f'you, honey?" 

Through your haze of pleasure, you hear his words and they tug at you hard - a man, that used to be a stupid boy, still just looking for validation and wanting to find it right here with a girl like you. "So-ugh God yes, so good! So so good." Your heart has officially thawed for Steve Harrington and as you finally admit that to yourself, you feel your tummy wind up tight, tingles moving from your center all the way down to your toes, "Oh, God, please. Stevie, please be a good boy and give it to me." 

You brace yourself with your arms outstretched, arching your back into Steve as you come hard around his cock, shaking and panting as he rubs your back softly. Too sweetly for a man who is quickly approaching his own pent up release. You throw your head back to look at him as you regroup, his hair with wet tips wild and falling into his eyes, jaw slack and eyes squeezed shut "Goddamnit, you're so fuckin hot, I'm gonna - pffff" he huffs out a breath before you feel him retreating from you under shaking hands.

" No. No. I told you to give it to me, Steve. Give it all to me." And with one more hard thrust he does. 

You feel his warm release fill you up to the brim. Fingertips moving from the spots bruised from his grip, up your sides as he fucks his come deep inside you with a few soft and languid strokes. He finally stills, but stays inside you longer than you expected, rubbing circles on your skin the whole time again back in silence. You wiggle your hips a bit at him, and he slips out of you and back down into the water next to you. Now shoulder to shoulder, chests rising and falling with the same labored breathing, your heads both fall to the side to look toward each other with matching exasperated smiles. 

"I told Robin about the 4th." He says then. "I spent about a week feeling like an idiot, fully expecting to never talk to you again but I couldn't get you out of my head." You nod in understanding, remembering the stupid look she gave you while telling you you need to fix your mood by getting laid. What a snake. "She wasn't surprised, but she also wouldn't shut up about it after that." 

" Typical " you laught out. 

" Yeah. Well it was fine until she roped everyone else in. A bunch of em had a fuckin intervention the other day. Told me I had to get my head out of my ass and do something about it. Told me I'll never get what I want out of life if I never think I deserve it."

" And do you know what you want, Steve Harrington? " 

"Yeah, I do. It's pretty simple, actually." He says without hesitation and looking directly into your eyes. 

"And do you deserve it?"

"Shit, I hope so." 

And with that you let him pull you in tight, tangled and still bare under the bubbles in the water, ready to play an entirely different game with Steve Harrington. 

Hot Tub Fan Club: @willowherbal @superblysubpar @crappymixtape @sweetsweetjellybean

[fortpeat]

I'm kinda feral over the fact that fort has so unabashedly mentioned on three different occasions (and maybe even more idk) that peat is the one that lead them or gave advice on what to do during their nc scenes (and all the while also being proud that he did well lmaoo) and each time he mentions it, my boy peat has looked shocked and/or embarrassed.

exhibit 1: https://youtu.be/gXh4fh2_jKg (around 3:55).

mc: "on the topic of "spicy" and handsome, what about p'peat do you think is hot in real life?"

f: "well for the nc scene, the one that gave me advice was p'peat, he suggest what to do"

p: *embarrassed laugh* "kill me, the cat's out of the bag now"

f: "really, before shooting p'peat suggested how to do things better, that's probably his "spicy" side. isn't that right?"

and this interview took place sometime in may I think where they said they were only around 50% done with filming. (also, really just recommend watching the whole interview because they're just so cute and fort is Whipped wbk)

exhibit 2: https://youtu.be/I7cpHuhzfdE (around 3:27) in which I assume filming was finished

q: which scene is hard?

p: "I think... love scene"

f: "really? but you guided me"

p: *shocked* "don't believe what he said. I just gave regular advice. I feel like love scene is something hard. I'm just a rookie actor. when it comes to love scenes, my heart will beat faster. anyway, I managed to do it. right?"

f: "you're right. though it's hard, you gave me a good tip. I did it well"

exhibit 3: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CkNQsQKLwYL/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= or https://twitter.com/poppydrc/status/1585524613504606208?t=boDncjXqZMP_kQSg7fsfSQ&s=19

and in this last one, it was definitely after filming had finished and they were also talking about the office table/board room scene

f: " actually p'peat was the one to give me suggestions since we filmed the official pilot. "fort, you have to do it like this"."

mc: "so he is the one teaching you"

f: "it was like "fort if you want me to feel something, that's my sensitive spot" something like that. "just giving you some suggestions". I was like oh, I see. but at the end, I would still follow my heart"

p: "you are making this up right?"

f: "noooo"

mc: "really? you are close enough to tell each other your sensitive spot?"

p: "yes, because we want to make it as natural as possible. my sensitive spot is my ears, but fort kept touching parts other than my ears"

mc: "touch where?"

f: "it was because of the setting. sometimes, I just couldn't reach his ears. something was blocking between us, and it was out of my reach"

mame: "it was an office table"

fortpeat: *put their heads down in laughter and embarrassment*

LIKE ??? Peat?? my son? but also fort leave my embarrassed son alone? and stop being smug? but not really because I love this for me. I'm sorry, I'm just Not normal over them at all. I've been thinking about this for days and I need more people to know about this just because.

also, peat has mentioned multiple times how it took them 3-4 takes (vs bn's 1-2 takes) to film their nc scenes because fort kept messing up (implying he was doing it on purpose). and fort mentioned how on nc scene filming days, the staff would tease him saying it's his time. like fort really was just there to have a good time with peat lmaooo

Hey nonnie ❤️

Sorry for the late reply 🙈 (time zones and I was sleeping) 😁

So moving on to your revelation MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR. LIKE WHATTTT WAIT A GODDAMN MINUTE. IS THIS FOR REAL. (proceeds to run to YouTube)

Poor Peat, trusted Fort to keep it a secret between them and my baby is so smug that he did so well for the first time in NC scenes (be proud my love, you were phenomenal 🤣)

Also it is such a FortPeat thing to do you know for Pear to direct Fort how to do and what to do and Fort to follow it to the point. 😌🤌

Also Mame spilling the beans OH BOYYY 🤣🤣 SHES THE BEST WHEN EXPOSING THE BOYS. ALSO I AM DYING AT THE FACT THAT EVERYONE ON SET HAS ALREADY DECLARED THAT FORT IS OBSESSED WITH PEAT 🤣🤣 AND EVEN ENCOURAGES IT 😂😂

I bet every time Peat showed TLC to Fort there would be fireworks blasting by the Crew just to celebrate Fort's happy moment. 🤭🤭

Also kudos to Fort following his heart and doing what he wants to NC scenes coz I feel like that has surprised Peat coz I have noticed that during the boardroom scene while Sky is still in the chair And Prapai is on his knees and just before Pai picks up Sky he looks a bit surprised and does a action like a (double take) and I always wondered what Fort was doing in that moment 😂

CHECK OUT THE LAST SECOND HOW PEAT LOOKS SURPRISED 🤭🫣

P. S Thank you sharing all this gold information with us. Really appreciate it ❤️😚