#my imagination is runnin' wild.

[alice-the-kittycat-yt]

Oswald, come get your boyfriend /j

[foolshoujo]

@enshijou asked:

the moon is ever radiant and full, both foreboding and peaceful as it lingers within the sky. a little bit of time has passed, simultaneously feeling as if it has been months since they last had the opportunity to have a little heart to heart. slowly ascending the staircase leading up to her room, he unveils a silver mp3 from his pocket, its luminescent screen a warm greeting as it is powered on from its rounded metallic side. this is the very treasure that keeps all of their memories safe, preserved from time’s grasp, filled to the brim with all of their favourite songs and miraculously, storage space left to spare. taking a small moment to compose himself, deep breath taken before gently knocking on her door. ‘ i’m sorry, it’s me. i’m not dead yet. ‘ a comment made in jest, evocative of the fate that lies beyond the horizon. ‘ would it be alright for me to come in ? i thought maybe, if you had some time, we could listen to some music if you didn’t have any other activities planned. i could also see what’s in the kitchen and make us something nice to eat with some tea. i have heard that the blends mitsuru keeps safe in the pantry are really nice. ‘

XXII ███ BRIGHT CRIMSON EYES LAY UPON the moon in all it's glory. how large it is, how full. an oddity to her now to see it & not expect the raising of weapons, the steady of hands. preparation for a mission to fell whatever shadow that rises up from the depths that are housed within tartarus( or perhaps somewhere beyond ? ). no, today is a day for rest. there are no monsters to slay, no tears to shed, no towers to climb. just a moment of reprieve for however long it lasts.

the window is closed as the chill fills the room, hot air is blown into cupped hands to warm them before grabbing a small throw blanket from her bed to drape about her shoulders. a knock on her door pulls her toward to twist the knob to see a familiar face. ryoji, holding up a small mp3 & face marked by that sly little grin. one so innocent & honest. ＂ what happened to eerily disappearing into the night ?＂ a laugh as she ushers him in. trusting fully her safety with that whom used to be naught but her little invisible friend within the dark hour. the boy who grew within her soul alongside her for those ten years, now standing beside her an equal. he a shadow, yet not. her a human, yet not. once he was merely her shadow & she was merely his vessel. to have him beside her once more let her feel at east, a completeness she could not explain. it's akin to when she stands besides her brother. ryoji, pharos, the thirteenth shadow---- whatever face he wore, she knew he was apart of her as much as she was now apart of him. ＂ sorry it's cold, had the window open while i was studying.

but, we don't need to rummage around for some tea. i have some here & a kettle ! ＂ she gestures him to sit at the table as she opens her closet, a little area filled with small kitchen gadgets that could all be used so long as one has a plug & a sink. perfect for dorm life. a kettle, a portable stove, a plug in pot, the works. with the kettle plucked & two mugs she turns around & shakes them in her hands for the less than dramatic reveal, ＂ taaah daaah ! haha ! i'll fill it up at the sink & turn it on.＂

[burreauxinfinity]

In honor of my eras show (post concert depression is real.. experiencing cincy n2 is the highlight of my life.) being this week and the 4th ofc! ❤️🪩🎆

The way you move is like a full on rainstorm and I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless that should send me runnin'

But I kinda know that I won't get far

And you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinkin' of

“Y/N! C’mon!” you heard Tee call to you from the water. You were sat on the edge of the boat sipping on your drink of choice and choosing the next song that would play through the speakers. Tee, Ja’Marr, Sam, and of course Joe along with their respective girls were in the water while you had chosen to dry off instead - after all it was getting late and you had swam earlier. The early July sun cast a perfect orange glow over the lakehouse you and Joe called home during the offseason. The two of you had been together for years now, meeting during his Ohio State days.

You laughed. “No chance, the water is too cold. Any of you want another drink?” you asked as you finally looked over at them.

Joe swam over to the edge of the boat, pulling himself up. He grabbed a towel as he spoke, the orange glow highlighting his blue eyes. “Wouldn’t mind another one.”

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really somethin'

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you, I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would

A short time later you were curled up in one of the chairs on the patio, sitting on Joe’s lap with a blanket draped over you as you roasted marshmallows. It wasn’t quite dark enough for the fireworks the boys had gotten yet. Though you had insisted it probably wouldn’t end well, it was the Fourth of July and of course Tee and Ja’Marr couldn’t be swayed.

Joe ran his thumb along your waist, rubbing small circles absentmindedly. He was engrossed in a conversation with Sam, something about Travis Kelce. Ja’Marr butted in.

“Buds all talk, 3-1 and all he can do is run his mouth,” he looked annoyed but Joe just laughed, his smile growing. You were captivated by him still somehow, the way his smile trickled into his eyes and those smile lines. You just smiled softly, finally tearing your eyes from him and laid your head back on his chest as you finished your s’more as the boys continued to talk.

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

“Guys did you really need this much?” you let out a laugh as the boys set up their fireworks. They’d lined the dock with them and although you joked, you loved fireworks so you weren’t complaining.

“Too many options, we couldn’t decide,” Sam chuckled.

“He’s right.. Fuck it go big or go home right?” Tee shrugged as he set the last firework into place.

“No, I think she’s right honestly but.. Go for it,” Jess, Sam’s girlfriend, laughed beside you.

Joe took his place next to you on the patio finally, slipping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. You leaned into his body, the subtle smell of his cologne filling your senses. Tee and Ja’Marr stayed down to light the fireworks and make sure your house stayed uh.. standing and not on fire while Sam rejoined Jess.

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

And lead me up the staircase, won't you whisper soft and slow?

I'm captivated by you, baby, like a firework show

As the fireworks went off, lighting up the sky and the water below, you glanced over at your boyfriend. His face was lit up, fully engrossed in the fireworks. You could swear that even after years together, his gorgeous smile and ocean-blue eyes seemed to draw you in. You seemed to fall more in love with him everyday and as you sat there now, with the people both of you loved most at your home, enjoying this holiday - you couldn’t imagine ever wanting anything else.

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk (Ah-ah), take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

And the sparks fly

Oh, baby, smile

And the sparks fly

[ceilingfan5]

🎻you keep asking if your practicing is bothering me but honestly I'm so swept away. play something for me. haha I mean freebird not a like, romantic song, that would be, wild

They smack into each other, literally, like some kind of Hallmark movie. Taako’s got his enormous fluffy cat with the face like a broken human man on a harness leash, and Kravitz was looking at his phone and not the stairs, and luckily they fall off the bottom two and not the top two, because the sun has boiled the pavement and it’s hot enough to fry whatever viscera could’ve erupted from such an impact like sausage and hash at a greasy diner with a stupid name. Waffle Lot of Love. Achin for Bacon. Maybe Kravitz should be worried about how to extricate himself from this situation unscathed, socially or physically, and not thinking of bad diner names. 

Passion for Hashin. No one give him a predatory fried egg loan. 

“Taako!” He manages, after the shit- fuck- sorry he couldn’t hold onto. 

“Kravitz!” Taako gives him a big grimace. There’s a gap between his front teeth, and Kravitz notices it anew every time they run into each other. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty, and he’s got a cat on a leash, and he’s wearing a purple paisley blouse with billowing wizard sleeves, and booty shorts that Kravitz can assume from experience say something obnoxious on the ass. And flip flops. Okay, maybe one flip flop. The other is on the ground, and his weird cat is sniffing it. “Shit, are you okay, man?”

“Never better,” Kravitz says, struggling deeply. He wasn’t ready for a conversation, let alone one with his hot neighbor with the gap in his teeth and the freckles like a starfield and the long messy hair and the dangly, flashy earrings and the glitter in his dark eyes. “You?”

Taako laughs. 

“I’m here,” Taako says, like it’s kind of a private joke. “Garyl, knock it off.” And he steps down, past Kravitz, to get the other flop. And he leans on the bottom of the stairwell to put it back on. Garyl levels his laser eyes at Kravitz instead, and doesn’t blink for a very, very long moment. Kravitz is sweating, and not just because it is Satan’s Asscrack degrees. 

“I’m glad you’re here.” 

“What, runnin’ into you and shit?” Taako snorts. “I wasn’t looking where I was going, my bad. And Garyl, I mean, look at him. Little man needs his walkies.” 

Garyl sniffs, and curls his tail around himself. 

“I wish I had some cat treats,” Kravitz admits, and not just because he wants Taako to fall in love with him. “It’s not every day you see a cat on a leash.”

“Guess you should open your blinds more often, dude.” Taako snickers. “Or your balcony, even. Taste the sizzling grill of modern day life.”

”Oh, I don’t want to bother people with my practicing!” Kravitz laughs awkwardly. This interaction has gone on much, much longer than he expected, but also now he’s not sure how to leave, and also he’s not sure how to talk to Taako again. He’s run out of excuses a long, long time ago. “I hope it doesn’t annoy you. I got those sound proofing panels, but they’re not cheap, and I think the vents-”

“It’s fine, Krav,” Taako says, leaning on the stairwell again. Garyl yawns so widely Kravitz has to wonder if that many teeth belong in a cat, even a big one. “I like it.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Taako nods, slow, chill, easy,. Kravitz imagines ever having any of that kind of energy, and has to come to terms right then and there with the theory that he would not know how to handle it. “You should play something for me. Not like, romantic, like uh, Freebird.”

“Romantic?” Kravitz says, instead of fucking Freebird, are you serious? Maybe he shouldn’t have. He’s stupid though. 

“Not romantic, I said!” Taako looks hot, all flushed in the sun. 

“Oh,” he says, instead of, but why did you bring up romance anyway?

“Cause that would be wild,” Taako adds, looking harried. “Playing me- romance songs through the walls.”

“Yeah, wild,”  Kravitz laughs, so, so incredibly sweaty. “I mean I know a lot of romantic songs, for weddings and stuff, but, I don’t think they’re your style.”

“Yeah?” Taako bends down and picks Garyl up. Garyl seems completely fine with this injustice, and only makes a gentle mrrrp about it. “What is? My style, I mean?”

“Uh,” Kravitz, who will not admit to having a motherfucking Romance My Hot Neighbor Playlist, scrambles. “Yankee Doodle.”

“Fucking Yankee Doodle, dog??” Taako is startled into raucous laughter. “For why?”

“You’d rock a feathered cap,” Kravitz says, dying on the goddamn spot. 

“Fair,” Taako snickers. “Maybe I’ll have to come over and hear you play that shit on your cello sometime. Not have to experience it through the vents.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Taako winks. “If you like.”

“I can play better things-” Kravitz starts, desperately undigging this hole. 

“Nah,” Taako says. “I wanna hear it.” 

“Yankee Doodle and Freebird?” Kravitz isn’t here. He’s gotten heat stroke and passed out and died or something. 

“That’s the mix,” Taako says, voice pitched up trying to hold more giggles in. “Add in that Lazy Town song about baking a cake, and you’ve got a hit on your hands.”

“Only the remix version,” Kravitz says gravely, resigning himself to this fate. 

“Obviously.” 

Both of them nod. Garyl yowls. 

“Gotta take my mans potty,” Taako says, as an exit strategy. 

“For sure,” Kravitz says. “I gotta go, find sheet music for Freebird. And make a blood sacrifice to my printer.” 

“I’ll let you go then.” Taako grins at him. Kravitz is melting, just knowing Taako’s looking at him. “Until our concert?” 

“It’s a date?” Kravitz!! No! What have you done!

“Yeah,” Taako decides. “It’s a date.”

[austinelvisimagines]

Don’t Be Cruel

Austin Butler Elvis Imagine

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: You’re supporting your boyfriend, Elvis at his trouble performance. Things go south and you try to help. Shameless smut follows.

Warnings: Like I said this is absolutely filthy. Also, Elvis gets his ass beat but is pretty hot about it. 

I’m ridiculous but I hope y’all like this one. Let me know what you think!

There was a nervous energy surrounding the whole troupe tonight. Colonel Parker had given your boyfriend, Elvis, strict instructions to be a more “family friendly” version of himself. People across the nation found his wild gesticulations to be far too provocative, some went as far as calling it sinful. You didn’t understand. Elvis’s dancing was clearly a result of whatever holy spirit entered his body when he sang. It was angelic, not perverse. Regardless, no one was sure how this show was going to go. Elvis really respected the colonel and tried to listen to the man, but you could tell he was sick at the idea of pretending to be someone he’s not. His bandmates were reluctant to say anything to him, wanting to let the man make his own decision, but it was obvious that they hated the idea of a ‘new Elvis’ as much as the rest of you.

You were riding in the back of a police car, sitting to the right of Elvis with the colonel on his left. Supposedly, the ‘escort’ was for Elvis’s safety or something, though everyone knew it was an intimidation tactic. You were pulling up to the baseball field that his concert was being held at when you reached for your boyfriend’s hand and squeezed it tight in your own. He looked over at you and his eyes were hard set. You knew he had made up his mind, but you didn’t know where he had landed on the issue. You would support him either way. Suddenly there was a loud thud as a woman threw herself onto the hood of the car. You gasped when the police officer driving continued forward slowly. The officer in the passenger seat turned to face Elvis and sneered.

“You don’t so much as wiggle a finger.” You rolled your eyes and followed Elvis out of the vehicle and over to the side of the stage that had been set up in the field. He stopped abruptly and turned to you, reaching for your hands.

“I don’t want you getting’ involved in this, Y/N.” He squeezed his eyes shut and angled his head backwards.

“That’s too bad Mr. Presley, I’m in this for the long haul.” You swung your arms trying to dispel some of the tension that was evident in his body. He jerked his head down to look at you.

“No, it ain’t your job to deal with the fallout of my actions.” He let out a shuddering breath.

“No. It ain’t, it’s my choice. I’m your girl, I wanna support you.” You were closer to him now, looking up at his strong jaw and willing him to understand how much you meant this.

“That’s right, you’re my girl. My girl. I ain’t gonna let you get hurt. Especially not because of me.” He was squeezing your hands tighter now and his voice had gotten gravelly.

“My goodness, Elvis. Hurt? You’re just gonna go sing a few songs and dance a lil. No one’s gonna hurt me cause of that.” You were worrying now. He was clearly stressed and that made you think he was planning to do something impulsive.

“Yeah, I’m just singin’ a song, darlin’. Still, if anything goes wrong, I want you to find the colonel and get out of here. I won’t have you runnin’ around trying to play savior.” He cocked an eyebrow at you waiting for you to show that you understood him. It only made you more nervous. You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded.

“Yes sir.” He cradled your face in his hands and planted a firm kiss to your hairline. His chest rumbled.

“That’s a good girl. Now go stand over there where I can see ya.” He pulled away smiling softly and turned to climb the stairs to the stage. His guitar was handed to him, and you made your way to the spot he had chosen for you. You were facing him now, not part of the restless audience, but close enough to the stage front to get the same effect. He walked up to the microphone, and you watched as he strengthened his resolve and spoke.

“There’s a lot o’ people sayin’ a lot o’ things, but in the end you gotta listen to yourself.” He raised his arm in the air, pinky out and wiggling. You sucked in a breath. This was not going to end well, but you couldn’t help the pride that swelled in your chest. He yanked the microphone to the side and his deep voice rang out filled with spite.

“I’m gonna show you what the real Elvis is like tonight!” His arm flew back, and his hips jerked out while the band began to play a gritty melody.

“If you’re lookin’ for trouble,” his eyes closed briefly before flashing open, his gaze feral.

“You came to the right place. If you’re lookin’ for trouble, just look right in my face.” His jaw was trembling as he spit out the song. Girls were fisting their hands in their hair and openly weeping. They surged forward, desperate for a piece of him.

“I was born standin’ up and talkin’ back.” He stretched his long body out, clearly unable to hold back the music in his soul and then he was growling.

“My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack.” The line burst from his chest, and he framed his face between his hands before falling into a dance move that took his body near parallel to the stage. He came up agonizingly slow, inches from the mouths of wolves. The police and volunteer sailors had long lost control of the crowd. Girls were throwing themselves at the stage, crushed by the weight of every girl behind them; just as desperate as they were. You looked over at the colonel now who stood twenty feet or so to your side. The odd man was slack jawed and openly terrified. You heard the song’s beat jump in tempo and looked back at the crowd to see it explode. People were frantically dancing seemingly possessed by the rebellious spirit your boyfriend inspired. You were shaken from the vision by the colonel’s hand on your arm.

“Miss L/N, I need you to make your way back to the car now.” The man was clearly panicked. His hand trembled from its place around your elbow as he tried to steer you away from the stage. You jerked back from his hold.

“I’m fine right here, thank you. I’ll decide when I need to return to the car.” The man huffed and looked ready to argue before seeming to decide that he didn’t have the time. He rushed off in another direction and you returned your focus to the show. Elvis was enthusiastically dancing, and you could see he was having the time of his life getting his point across. He really was born for the stage. Suddenly you were pushed back by a burly officer. Catching yourself, you looked up to see a line following him to the stage. You watched as they yanked Elvis back by his shoulders before grabbing his arms and pulling him into a waiting throng of officers. Similar scenes were taking place all around the stage, but you could only focus on Elvis. Fighting against the crowd you moved towards the retreating white mass. You found your way to the edge of the stage and pressed your back into it, sliding to the open space at the rear. When you hit the corner, you were met with the sight of Elvis thrashing against the hold of several officers as they tried to pull him to a waiting squad car. His teeth were gnashing and gleaming as the officer from the car earlier stepped forward.

“I told you boy, not a fucking finger!” He roared the last word and Elvis smiled deviously before dropping his head back. You were worried he had lost consciousness for a moment before he swung his neck forward and spat in the mans face. The man slowly wiped the saliva off his face before it hardened into rage.

“You piece of shit greaser.” He yanked his baton from his belt before bringing it down across Elvis’s face. The force of it pulled Elvis’s weight from the men who had held him up and all three men began to viciously kick his body where it fell on the ground. You ran forward throwing your body onto one of Elvis’s attackers, trying to pull him back.

“Stop!” The man shook you off and you lunged forward again only to be knocked to the ground by his elbow hitting your temple. You could see Elvis’s face from your position. His eyes were screwed shut; his teeth clenched.

“Stop it!” Your scream was shrill.

“Stop it, you’ll kill him!” The men had slowed, seeming to finally be aware of your presence, and so was Elvis. His eyes were on you, and they were brimstone.

“You’d better get your ass out of here before I arrest you for obstruction of justice. I’d love to book the devil and his slut on the same day.” Elvis was sitting up at this point. Half of his face was covered in dirt and there was blood running from a spot where his eyebrow had been split by the baton.

“Don’t you ever talk to her like that.” The sentence came out breathless but fierce. He was on shaky feet now, brought up again by the two unknown officers. He spit blood from the corner of his mouth before sniffing and stretching his jaw.

“I can take your licks if you’re man enough to give em, but I won’t have you talkin’ to my girl like she ain’t a lady.”

“Elvis no!” His eyes flashed to yours.

“Y/N I told you not to come after me!” He was seething.

“Now you go find the Colonel and my parents and you let me deal with this!” You shook your head, eyes welling up.

“Get out of here! Would ya just listen to me, please.” His voice cracked on the last word, and you paused before turning heel and running to find help.

You were laying on the hotel bed you had shared with Elvis the last few nights. It had been hours since you left your boyfriend, and you couldn’t stop replaying the last look he gave you. He had looked like he was about to crumble and didn’t want you to be there to see it. You should’ve stayed, but what could you have done? God, you hoped he was okay. You had no way of knowing where he was or what had happened. The colonel had deposited you at the hotel and demanded you stay put while he dealt with everything. Not wanting to make Elvis madder, you had decided to listen for once. You were wringing your hands together and staring at a spot on the blanket when you heard the door handle being jimmied. You perked up and swung your legs off the bed. The door swung open revealing your boyfriend’s tall form. His jacket was hung over his shoulder, dangling from his hand and his hair was hanging messily in his face. He was covered in dirt and blood still. The police had clearly not tended to any of the wounds they had given him. He stepped into the room, shutting the door softly behind him and you stood to meet him.

“Oh my God, Elvis, baby let me help you!” You reached out to touch his arm and he pulled back from you abruptly.

“Elvis-” He cut you off with a hand raised.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? Huh?” You moved to respond, and he cut you off again.

“You forget how to listen to me? I told you to leave. I specifically said I didn’t want you involved.” His voice was low and dangerous.

“I was just trying to help! They were gonna kill you, Elvis!” Your voice was thick with unshed tears.

“You think I can’t handle myself? It’s gon’ take a lot more than some pussy cops to kill me.” You stepped to him again and this time he didn’t stop you. You gently pulled the jacket from his hand and threw it to the side. Your fingers found his shirt buttons and undid the few that were clasped. You gasped as his bruised form was revealed. His torso was blooming purple and black.

“Just let me help you, please. You can be mad at me after.” He nodded vaguely and allowed you to lead him to the bed where you nudged him to sit. You turned to the bathroom and returned with a wet rag. You stood between his legs and turned his chin upwards to face you. You brushed the hair from his face and dabbed at the dried blood over his eyebrow. He hissed and clenched his jaw.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was soft, and you paused before continuing. There was a clean stripe going down his filthy face now.

“Why’d you do that, huh? Come after me.” His hands were on your waist.

“I wanted to protect you.” He scoffed.

“No, you’re my girl. It’s my job to protect you.” His face was mostly clear now and he tugged you to straddle his legs. Your face was near level with his and he grabbed your jaw in his large hand. He was gazing into your eyes when he turned your face gently to the side.

“I didn’t do a great job of that tonight.” He was observing the bruise that had formed at the side of your face from the elbow you’d caught.

“I’ll kill him for touchin’ you.” His fingers grazed the side of your face and he looked conflicted.

“It’s not your fault, baby.” He dropped his head to your chest and sighed.

“I told you I wouldn’t let no one hurt you.” You ran your fingers through his hair.

“You couldn’t have done anything.” He wrapped his strong arms around you, and it felt like he was trying to keep you from flying away.

“You shouln’t’ve even been there. I need you to listen to me. I can’t be worryin’ about you and fighting the whole country.” He pressed a tender kiss to your collar bone and looked up at you again.

“Promise me, Y/N, promise me you won’t do somethin’ so stupid again.” His eyes were imploring.

“I can’t do that; I can’t walk away if you need me. Someone’s gotta take care of you. I gotta take care of you.” He pulled your hips flush against his and smirked.

“You do take care of me mama. You’re so good at it, such a good girl.” His hand was running up the side of your torso now and you threw your head back laughing.

“Mr. Presley, I don’t think you’re in any shape to be lovin’ on me tonight.” You pressed a finger into a bruise on his ribs and he hissed. You looked at him pointedly and he squinted his eyes before snapping his teeth at you.

“I’m always ready to love on you.” You shook your head and squealed when he stood, lifting you with him. You’d grab at his shoulders, but there was no need, he’d never drop you. His lips found yours and suddenly he was devouring you. Your back hit wall and his hand made its way under your shirt, fingers ghosting along the skin of your abdomen. Your head fell against the wall, and you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Elvis took advantage of the new skin and latched his mouth onto your neck. You let out a whine and felt him smirk.

“You like it when I kiss you here, baby?” You nodded, eyes clenched.

“Mhm.” He grazed his teeth along your jaw and then pulled back to look at you.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want.” Your eyes flew open, pupils blown wide.

“Elvis, please. Don’t tease.” He laughed.

“Oh no, you better use your words, lil one. I’m not giving you shit ‘til you fuckin’ ask for it.” You fisted your hands into the shirt that hung open on him and groaned.

“Wanna feel you touch me.” You thunked your head back.

“Where, baby?” He was having too much fun playing with you, so you thrust your hips into his and relished in the hungry look he gave you.

“Everywhere.” He smirked and turned to take you back to the bed.

“So needy.” He tossed you down and climbed over you, kissing along bits of your skin as he went. When his face was level with yours, he brought his massive hand up to wrap around your throat.

“I don’t know that you deserve to be touched. Good girls get to play, and you were awfully bad today.” He looked at you and you could tell he wouldn’t make this easy.

“What do you think?”

“Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I promise.” His hand squeezed a bit tighter, and he brought his lips to yours.

“You can do better than that.” The words were spoken against your lips, and you could taste him.

“Please daddy.” You gulped.

“I’ll be good for you.” He smiled wolfishly and pulled back.

“The cop was right about one thing; you are my slut.” He moved his hand up to grab your jaw and pushed his thumb into your mouth. You wrapped your tongue around the digit, loving the salty taste of his skin. He moved his other hand down to your waistband and tugged at the shorts you wore to bed. He started to pull his other hand down, but you held his thumb firmly in your mouth.

“Let. Go.” You shook your head defiantly, eyes sparkling.

“You’re being an absolute brat today.” You smiled and the action allowed him to pull his thumb from your mouth. He smacked the side of your face lightly before sitting back on his knees. Suddenly he rose and was standing at the edge of the bed. He grabbed your ankle and tugged your body to him. Once he had you where he wanted you, he yanked your shorts and underwear off in one go. You leaned up on your elbows and looked up at him. He rubbed a hand along his jaw thoughtfully while looking at your half-clothed form.

“Take off your shirt for me baby, real slow.” You obeyed the command and painstakingly tugged the cotton garment up your body and over your head. You hadn’t been wearing a bra, so your breasts were immediately visible to him, nipples pebbling in the cool air of the room. He pushed you back by your shoulders gently and laid his body back over yours.

“So pretty, mama. Just for me.” You nodded and he smirked before lowering his mouth to leave kisses across your chest, then down between your breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked firmly before nipping it and doing the same to the other. He scraped his nails from the base of your neck to the top of your pelvis and then took one of your thighs into his hand. He drifted to grab your knee and pushed it up, pulling the leg away from the other and opening your pussy to his vision.

“Well, ain’t that something? Barely touched you and you’re absolutely drenched for me.” He looked like a predator now.

“Please Elvis, I’m begging you, touch me.” You were squirming now, aching for him.

“Aight, aight, settle down lil girl.” He leaned back and undid his belt and zipper. You watched him through hooded eyes and your mouth watered when his dick came into your line of sight. He held it from the base and stroked upwards before yanking his pants off the rest of the way. He leaned forward and wrapped one hand firmly around your breast before smacking the length of his dick on your cunt. You jumped at the contact, and he crooked a smile at you. He ran the head along your folds, coating it in your pussy juice. You groaned, ready to yank him down and force him into you. He seemed to read your mind.

“Nu uh, just the tip.” He sank maybe an inch into you, and you gasped, hands flying to your hair and covering your face.

“Quit that. I wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you.” He pulled back out and you whined.

“Shh, shh, shh. You’re okay, baby. Daddy’s gon’ take real good care of you.” He sank into you fully and groaned.

“So fuckin’ tight for me. So good.” He pulled out then thrust forward hard. You let out a filthy moan.

“That’s it, baby. Love all your pretty lil noises.” He reached up and dragged your hands above your head in one of his. Suddenly he was rocketing in and out of you and you cried out, struggling in his hold.

“Daddy!” You dragged the title out and he preened. His other hand went down between your bodies and his thumb found your clit. He began circling the bundle of nerves and you arched into him. He was pushing into you at a punishing pace now and you knew you’d be sore in the morning. Not that you’d say no to morning sex. He wasn’t letting up and you could feel your release building. Eyes screwed shut, you pushed your pelvis up to meet his.

“Open your fucking eyes!” His hand that had been holding yours was on your face now, grasping your jaw. You struggled to open your eyes and saw his face inches above your own.

“You better look at me when you cum. Wanna watch you fall apart.” You nodded your head in his hold.

“‘s it feel good, mama?” You were nodding furiously now.

“Yeah, you like it when daddy fucks you like a lil slut huh?” You had tears in your eyes now. You were so goddamn close.

“That’s it, cum for daddy, baby.” His order sent you over and you came screaming.

“‘s so good, feels so good, daddy.” He was smiling watching you, but he didn’t let up. His thumb was relentless and the tremors flowing through your body were endless.

“Keep going baby, you can do it. I know you can do it, you’re such a good lil girl.” He had slowed his thrusts slightly, more focused on watching you fall apart. You couldn’t take it anymore, tried to pull your body away and he pressed a hand flat onto your stomach holding you down.

“Where you runnin’ to? I ain’t done.”

“Please, daddy, I can’t, can’t take any more.” You were panting now, the overstimulation too much.

“Oh yes you can. I’ve seen you take more.” Maybe everyone was right. He was being downright evil. You sobbed as another orgasm hit you and your walls clenched around his cock so tight that he stalled before yanking your hips forward and restarting his frantic pace. He growled before his own orgasm hit and he fell forward, arm above you and shuddering. There was a thick sheen of sweat covering him and a drop fell from his face to yours before he brought his lips to yours for a languid and deep kiss. There was a tender moment before he gently pulled himself from you and fell on his back to your side. He put an arm over his eyes and took a few deep breaths before looking over at you. He rolled to his side and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You snuggled closer to him, sighing.

“You came in me.” He barked out a laugh.

“Is that a problem?” he had both arms around you now.

“What if I get pregnant?”

“You’d look so beautiful. I could call you mama for real.” You rolled your eyes and shoved his chest playfully.

“I’m serious!”

“So am I.” He pulled your face up and gave you a soft kiss.

“For right now though, you’re my babygirl.” He touched a finger to the tip of your nose and smiled.

“Now let’s get to bed, it’s late.” He maneuvered your bodies to the top of the bed and pulled the blankets over you both.

“Elvis?” You looked at him from your spot on his chest.

“Mhm?” His eyes were soft in a way they only ever were for you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darlin’.” 

Part two to this exists! Check it out!

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/austinelvisimagines/689223626961076224?source=share

[revenant-coining]

Wildhomelyrica

[pt: Wildhomelyrica /end pt]

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Wildhomelyrica; a gender connected to the lyrics: “I've been around the world/And never in my wildest dreams/Would I come runnin' home to you” from the song “I Bet My Life” by Imagine Dragons.

etymology; wild(est), home, lyrica

for cam!

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404

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[alexithykia]

assignin songs by my fave artists to my selfships: honkai star rail ver.

( utc becuz this is embarrassingly long… )

— avenlexi 💐

work song: hozier.

‘cause my baby's sweet as can be, she’d give me toothaches from kissing me.

save me: noah kahan.

why do you keep reaching for my hand? do you see something i can’t? why do you try to save me?

obsessive: chase atlantic.

oh, obsessive (just come on over, love, and show me you want it.)

sweater weather: the neighbourhood.

and if i may just take your breath away, i don’t mind if there’s not much to say. sometimes silence guides a mind.

knee socks: arctic monkeys.

never stopped you lettin’ me get hold of the sweet spot by the scruff of your knee socks.

— aletio 💐

too sweet: hozier.

you treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate, the rest of you like you’re the tsa.

new perspective: noah kahan.

you and all of your new perspective now. wish i could shove it in a closet and drag you back down.

meddle about: chase atlantic.

you got me down on my knees, it’s getting harder to breathe.

daddy issues: the neighbourhood.

if you were my little girl, i’d do whatever i could do. i’d run away and hide with you.

505: arctic monkeys.

in my imagination, you’re waitin’ lyin’ on your side with your hands between your thighs.

— jingexi 💐

nobody: hozier.

i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave but i want you to know that i’ve had no love like your love.

part of me: noah kahan.

i got so close to love with you, my dear. but i don’t miss you, i miss the way you made me feel.

love is (not) easy: chase atlantic.

i’m so done with love, ‘cause like tears in the rain, it means nothing.

softcore: the neighbourhood.

you’re like the sun, you wake me up but you drain me out if i get too much.

why’d you only call me when you’re high: arctic monkeys.

it sort of feels like i’m runnin’ out of time, i haven’t found all i was hopin’ to find.

— lexipaz 💐

sunlight: hozier.

each day, you’d rise with me. know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty.

passenger: noah kahan.

take me, my heart and my soul. pick me apart and look inside, inside. fill me with dreams i can’t hold.

stuckinmybrain: chase atlantic.

soften up my thoughts ‘til my minds numb. we get sentimental off the same stuff. it’s not us, damn, fuck.

cherry flavoured: the neighbourhood.

cherry flavoured conversations with you, got me hanging on. down to earth from all the waiting, take me somewhere beyond.

mad sounds: arctic monkeys.

love buckles under the strain of those wild nights. run, but you can not hide.

— sunlexi 💐

take me to church: hozier.

my church offers no absolute, she tells me “worship in the bedroom.” the only heaven i’ll be sent to, is when i’m alone with you.

forever: noah kahan.

when forever was a sentence, sentence to death. oh, when you were a running tear, i was a drop of sweat.

church: chase atlantic.

i’m about to take you back to church. well, tell me your confessions, baby, what’s the worst?

devil’s advocate: the neighbourhood.

i’m the devil’s advocate, you don’t know the half of it. good luck tryna manage it.

r u mine?: arctic monkeys.

and i go crazy, ‘cause here isn’t where i wanna be and satisfaction feels like a distant memory. and i can’t help myself, all i wanna ever say is, “are you mine?”

( i’m so excited to go do the main genshin ships… )

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Mine

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: yes - @fangirl-imagines my love

Prompt: Elvis catches you flirting with one of his band members at a Halloween party. Long story short, he's unhappy and, apparently, very possessive. [ Fem!Reader ]

#12 NSFW - "I know what you should be for Halloween. Mine."

TW: Pretty rough sex, choking, some BDSM stuff, jealous and kinda mean Elvis, I think that's it but as always lmk if y'all find anything else! This is also straight PWP lmao

Rating: M   ||   Word Count: 3359

A/N: JELIS ELVIS LET'S GO. i'm excited about this one lolol it was fun to write a rougher version of elvie

🦋 mila

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“Scotty, please stop! I can barely breathe!” you shout through fits of laughter.

You’re hanging out at a Halloween party with your boyfriend and his bandmates and closest friends. You and Elvis are two of the only people in attendance not wearing costumes, but Elvis had shot down every costume that you suggested throughout the entire month of October. Instead, you’ve come in a warm velvet dress in your favorite fall color.

Speaking of your boyfriend, it’s been a while since you last saw Elvis and you aren’t totally sure where he is at the current moment. You’ve been swept up into a conversation with his guitar player, Scotty Moore, who is currently telling you the most hilarious story you’ve ever heard.

“No, I swear. It all really happened,” Scotty insists.

You clutch onto your stomach as the last few laughs are squeezed out of your stomach and drape your hand on top of Scotty’s in a friendly gesture. You smile as you look at him, admiring his handsome face, glimmering eyes, and sweet smile.

“Well, then what happened afterward?”

“So then the motel manager comes runnin over with a broomstick in his hand and-”

“Scuse me but I need Y/N.”

You turn at the sound of your boyfriend’s deep southern drawl and your smile fades almost immediately at the sight of his stern expression. You shoot a sympathetic look toward Scotty and then place your fingers into Elvis’ outstretched palm. His hand clamps harshly around yours and he pulls you up and out of your chair.

Before you even have the chance to protest, he’s already dragging you up the stairs toward the hallway overlooking the entryway of Graceland. Once you reach the top of the stairs, you attempt to pull your hand away from Elvis. Your fingers slip through his grasp for just a moment before his fingers curl around the bones of your wrist.

You yank against him, pulling Elvis to a stop right outside the door of your bedroom. His grip tightens on your wrist and you wince at the sudden ache.

“What the hell, Elvis?” you hiss as he turns to face you.

“What d’ya think you’re doin? Talkin to him like that?”

“What? What are you talking about?”

You attempt to pull your hand away again but to no avail. You wince again as you notice how hard he’s gripping the bones under your skin.

“Ya think I didn’t fuckin notice you flirtin with him? You laughin at all his jokes and shit,” Elvis spits.

Your body instinctively recoils as he jerks you closer to him.

“I wasn’t flirting with him, you ass. I was just having a conversation with him!” you reply, infuriated by Elvis’ accusations. “Am I not allowed to have a conversation with your friends now?”

“Not with him. I can tell you like 'im.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Elvis. For the last time, I was not flirting with Scotty. We were just having a conversation.”

This time you’re successful in ripping yourself away from Elvis’ grasp. You cross your arms over your chest and stick your chin out toward Elvis with a smug expression pasted on your face.

“Jealous, are we?” you ask with a quirked eyebrow and a smirk.

“Damn straight.”

He takes a step closer and glares down at you. His normally sparkling bright eyes have morphed into a deep shade of blue. His plump lips are pressed into a straight line with two small dimples on either side of his frown. With eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared, he looks like a wild animal on the verge of going in for a kill. His fingers lift to your face, stretching out to drag against your skin. They travel from your hairline down your cheek and trace along your jawline. When they reach your neck, Elvis gently curves his fingers around the skin underneath your chin. He squeezes your throat firmly, tilting your head up toward him. You feel your mouth pop open with the pressure on your esophagus. You’re completely helpless. All you can do is stare up at him and wait to see what he does next. You can barely gulp under the pressure of his fingers on your throat. He turns your face in his hands, lowering his lips down to your ear, and, in a tickled whisper, he speaks.

“I know what you should be for Halloween, darlin. Mine.”

He gently nips at your earlobe and your eyes automatically shut. His fingers squeeze again as he drags his hot, wet lips down the side of your face and onto the skin underneath your jaw. He pushes against you, walking you backward. You whimper as your back hits the wall and his fingers push deep into your throat. With his free hand, he traces down your hairline with his pointer finger. He applies barely enough pressure to give you goosebumps as his finger trails down your shoulder and the bare skin of your arm.

“Somebody’s a lil goosebumpy,” he says breathily into your ear. “Wonder why.”

All you can do is release a loud breath and open your eyes. His lips are parted, his tongue circling over his teeth as his eyes tear up and down your figure. His fingers reach the hem of your dress and deftly flip it up to slide underneath. His touch is freezing cold and you can already feel goosebumps raising on your legs to match the ones on your arms. He works his way underneath your thigh and grips the skin to hoist your leg onto his hip. Once secure there, you tighten your grasp on him and pull his hips flush against your own.

“Such a nice dress, baby girl,” he murmurs against your ear. He nips at it again and you gasp. “Shame I’m gonna destroy it.”

You giggle as he releases your throat and slides his fingers onto your jawline. He holds your face steady as he stares down at you and thrusts his hips into yours. You gasp again, your eyes closing against your will. You can feel his length, hard against your thigh and threatening to slip in between your legs. His hand crawls across your leg onto the bottom of your ass and he squeezes hard, his short nails digging into the skin. You feel your back arch and head jut out, begging him to kiss you.

“Uh-uh. Be good, honey,” Elvis says raspily. “Be good if you wanna get fucked good. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what,” he growls, thrusting his hips against yours and clamping his grip down harder on your ass and jaw.

“Yes, sir,” you choke out in a pathetic whimper.

“Good girl.”

His fingers dance across your ass and slide over the fabric of your panties. He traces the lace on the side of your hipbone and then slips a finger underneath the strip. Your stomach starts to turn, an uncomfortably needy sensation growing in your gut. Your heat is quickly beginning to throb and swell as he toys with the band to your panties. His other hand still holds your face captive so that you have no choice but to stare directly at him as he teases you mercilessly. He expertly shifts the panties to the side.

“What have we here?” he grumbles and slips a finger over your folds.

You shudder and lean your head back against the wall as his finger slides easily across the sensitive nerves. You’re already dripping for him.

“What a good, nice pussy. Already all wet for me.”

He runs another finger along the folds and you bite your lip. You buck your hips forward gently, craving more contact. But Elvis pulls his hand away and raises it to your lips. He pries your lips open with his fingers and slips his pointer finger into your mouth. You gladly accept it, swirling your tongue around his fingertip. You giggle on his finger as he runs his tongue over his teeth again. He yanks it from your mouth and then reaches back down to run it over your pussy. You bite your lip and wiggle onto his finger.

“Don’t move unless I tell you to.”

You whimper and wiggle anyway. Elvis’s fingers drop back down to your throat, pushing you harder against the wall. You jump and yelp in his grasp when he lightly slaps your pussy. A chill of excitement runs up your spine and you giggle.

“Bad, bad girl. First I find ya flirtin with my bandmates. Then I find ya disobeying me? Tut-tut,” he clicks his tongue and shakes his head disapprovingly. “I’m gonna hafta remind ya why you wanna be a good girl. Why you should listen to daddy.”

“Please, sir. Please…”

His touch returns to your pussy and he drags another finger up the folds. You resist the urge to wiggle under his touch with everything you have. He pushes the finger back and just barely inserts it into your entrance. You moan quietly with satisfaction, your eyes closing again. He draws small circles around your entrance before pushing a finger up inside of you. You can’t resist the urge to wiggle and drop your hips down to meet his finger as he begins to slowly pump in and out of you.

“Yeah, you like that don’t ya, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir,” you moan quietly, sliding your palms onto Elvis’ chest.

He inserts another finger, pumping expertly in and out of your wet pussy. Within a matter of moments, he’s added another finger and the air between you is filled with the gurgling sounds of your wetness and the quiet exhales of your breath as you try not to moan too loudly. Some of the party guests laugh from the room just downstairs and you bite your lip to keep quiet. Now with three fingers thrust inside of you, Elvis starts to pump you faster and faster. Your hips can’t resist slamming down onto his fingers as they move up to meet you. You glance over at him to see his mouth open as he mimics your expressions, his dark eyes trained on yours as he watches the pleasure he’s making you feel flash across your face.

You both suddenly freeze as you hear voices entering the entryway just underneath you. Your fingers curl around Elvis’ suit jacket and he leans forward, his body pressing against you.

“I gotta go. Wife’s expecting me home in time to take the kids out for candy. You seen Elvis or Y/N around? I wanted to thank them for the party and let them know I’m on my way.”

“I’m not sure where they are, but I’ll let them know you took off a little early!”

You clutch onto Elvis’ suit jacket, burying your face in his hot, sticky neck. His fingers are still inside of your pussy and you can feel your walls clenched around him with the sudden shock. You bite onto his shoulder as you, yet again, resist the urge to wiggle down onto his glorious fingers. You can feel his hot breath on your ear as his chest rises and falls under your grasp. You both wait in silence with bated breath until you hear the front door slam shut. Even then, you both pause, frozen until you’ve been in silence for several minutes.

Eventually, Elvis pulls away with a smirk pasted between his red cheeks. He wastes no time, resuming pumping in and out of you at the same speed he was using before you were so rudely interrupted. Your hips quickly fall into time with him, jerking down toward his fingers as they slam in and out of your dripping pussy. You lean your head forward and bite onto his shoulder again, trying to remain as quiet as possible. You feel his fingers dancing across the strap of your dress as he yanks it down onto your arm. He pulls the top of your dress down to expose your breast. With his free hand, he gently massages the skin with his fingers. You can’t resist a moan when he takes your nipple into his teeth, pulling on the skin. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub and then tugs on it again. You grip hard onto his jacket as you can feel yourself approaching an orgasm. The waves of pleasure build higher and higher as your back arches into the wall behind you.

“Who owns you? Say it.”

Your mouth moves to form the words, but he curls his finger inside your walls, and you yelp.

“Say it.”

“E-e…” your attempt is interrupted by a string of moans as your climax comes closer and closer.

Your eyes squeeze closed hard with the mixture of pain and pleasure. You finally throw your head back against the wall as pleasure overtakes your body. You shudder against Elvis as you come down from your high. You wheeze breaths as he removes his fingers from you. He slides them into his mouth, cleaning them one by one. He releases your thigh and it falls to the ground with a thump. You reach up to brush some sweaty hair from your forehead as you catch your breath. You move to step toward the bathroom, but Elvis grabs onto your wrist.

“I ain’t done with you yet,” he growls, pushing you back against the wall. “You disrespected me. You better make it up.”

“How can I do that, sir?” you ask, playing along.

“Why don’t you tell me, mama?”

You smirk and bite your lip as you lift your leg and press the bottom of your heel onto his chest, pushing him back slowly. Once he’s far enough away, you step toward him and lift the jacket off his frame. You grab ahold of his tie, pulling it harshly against his neck as you drop down to a squat. Your fingers slowly undo the clasp of his belt and slide it out from the notches on his pants. You smirk up at him as you pull the pants down just far enough to see his member bulging in his boxers. Tracing a finger over it makes him shudder and inhale a sharp breath. You lean forward and lick it through his underwear, the precum already leaking through the blue fabric. Your fingers hook under the band of his boxers and pull them down just far enough for his dick to spring free. You hum happily at the sight of his girth and lean forward to drag your tongue from the base up to the tip.

When you reach the tip and taste the salty precum in your mouth, you press a kiss to it and then pull away to glance up at Elvis. He smirks down at you and grabs a fistful of your hair to press your mouth forward onto his dick. You open your lips, sucking him into your throat. You start to slowly bob your head forward against him, sucking extra hard on the tip. With each forward motion, you can taste his salt as your motions suck more out. His fingers grip your hair and you wince at the stinging pull on your roots. You grip the fabric of his pants as you jerk forward and back on his dick. It hits the back of your throat and you gurgle a little, pulling back to readjust.

You deep-throat him a few more times, humming onto him when he whispers quiet curses and grunts. You feel his member starting to twitch in your mouth and increase your speed, adding your hand to the base of his dick so you can pump him while you suck him off. After a few more seconds, he starts to jerk against your tongue and you pump him harder as he releases his warm cum into your mouth. You swallow, shuddering as the warm liquid slides down your throat. You pull away when he's finished, licking the tip clean as you glance up at him through your eyelashes.

In the blink of an eye, he’s back to pushing you against the wall, one of his hands holding both of your wrists flush above your head. The other hand pumps his dick a few times before he slides into you, a little sloppily. You both moan together at the intense pleasure.

“Fuck, mama, you take it so good,” he growls.

He starts to thrust against you and your hips immediately find a rhythm with him. Your head leans back against the wall. The space between you is filled with the sounds of your whimpers, his grunts, and skin slapping against skin. He pumps you mercilessly, slamming into you so hard that your body jerk back against the wall with the force.

“I wonder if they’ll host anything for Christmas?”

Your head jerks to the side and your eyes fly open as you realize more people are coming into the entryway. You glance back at Elvis with wide eyes, panic settling in between the moments of painful pleasure. He shakes his head but continues to thrust as the voices grow louder. You bite your lip hard, worried that you’re drawing blood, to keep from moaning. You can’t help but whimper quietly when he hits your g-spot unexpectedly. His hand immediately releases your wrists and clamps onto your mouth. You bite onto his fingers as he quietly hisses and glances toward the departing guests just below you.

He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as he slams into you again and again. You raise your leg, pushing his hips deeper into you as your back arches and your eyes squeeze tightly shut. You bite down hard on his fingers and start to shudder under his thrusts. He hisses. You drop your hands onto his back, ripping at the fabric and digging your nails into the muscles of his back. You can feel the sticky sweat drying on his forehead as he buries his face in your neck and convulses under your grip. You both shudder for a few moments, coming down from your highs.

By the time the front door is slamming shut with your guests’ departure, you’re both heaving in silence and trying to catch your breaths. Elvis’ face is still buried in your neck as he releases hot breaths onto your skin. Your fingers have uncurled on his back, resting in flat palms across his sweaty skin. He pulls back and slides himself out of you before pulling up his underwear and zipping up his pants.

You slip the strap of your dress back onto your shoulder and re-cover your breast. He bends down and hands you your panties, which he helps slide on one leg and then the other. You lean against the wall for support and use Elvis’ shoulders while he redresses you. Your legs are shaking gently with exhaustion. They feel like noodles and your pussy feels too swollen to fit inside your dainty lace panties.

Elvis’ fingers slide onto your chin, clutching it between his pointer finger and thumb. He swipes his thumb over your lips and then tugs your face toward him. He presses his lips sweetly against yours, kissing you perfectly on the mouth. Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh contentedly into the kiss. When he pulls back, he smiles down at you. You lean forward, running a hand through his wet black hair to push it back into place.

“That’s my good girl. You’re mine, Y/N. Don’t you ever forget it,” Elvis says gruffly, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You intertwine your fingers into his and lean into the chaste kiss with a smile.

“I never forgot in the first place. But, I do have to admit that if you’re gonna punish me like this every time you get jealous, I might have to forget more often,” you reply with a smirk.

Elvis chuckles and pulls you into his arms for a warm hug. You nestle into his chest, closing your eyes to absorb his warmth.

“I guess we should get back to our party, huh?”

“I guess so. Since, apparently, we’re on-tap for Christmas, too. I’ll meet you back here, then, same time?”

“Anytime, mama.”

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[yuuzuwi]

Imagination runnin wild || another experiment 🥼✨

Its name is Imagintrory ✨ because it came form my imagination ofc HAHA! Get it?

[thorniest-rose]

I keep rereading "sweet boys taste like sour candy" so thanks for that. My brain runnin wild with all the potential. On the note of fanfic too, I read your other one "in the dark, don't know if I'm dreaming," and all I was thinking was this boy needs his Robin. I imagine it would blow his mind that someone would love him, want to be with him, support him, and in no way want to fuck him. Like he would just be shocked that her attention wasn't a sexual attraction. I think she would be the person he really needs

Love your work 😚

hi!!! oh my gosh THANK YOU I'm so thrilled you love sour candy, I love it too and really want to go back to it when I get the chance! And omg you are so on point about Steve and Robin because I've been thinking a similar thing, about how good it would be for Steve to meet someone who values him and enjoys his company where there's no possibility of sexual attraction or of them wanting him in that way. I think it would be a huge relief for him and after the initial sting of rejection (because Steve is used to people wanting to fuck him all the time), he'd realise how relieved he is and how he doesn't have to play up to this sexpot image when he's around Robin, he can just be himself. They're going to meet in the sequel fic I write and I can't wait to explore their dynamic!! Thank you so much for your lovely ask <333

[randomluck-ofthe-universe]

Timmy’s stories ♥️

Baby, baby, baby

From the day I saw you

I really, really wanna catch your eye

There's something special 'bout you

I must really like you

There's not a lotta guys are worth my time

Ooh baby, baby, baby

It's gettin' kind of crazy

'Cause you are takin' over my mind

And it feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

And I swear, it feels like, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

Oh, baby, baby, baby

I see us on our first date

You're doin' everything that makes me smile

And when we had our first kiss

It happened on a Thursday

Ooh, it set my soul on fire

Ooh, baby, baby, baby

I can't wait for the first time

My imagination's runnin' wild

It feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

And I swear it, baby, it feels like, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

"I'm sayin', he don't even know what he's doin' to me

Got me feelin' all crazy inside

I'm feelin like, "Oww!" (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Doin' more than I've ever done for anyone's attention

Take notice of what's in front of you

'Cause did I mention? (Oww!)

You're 'bout to miss a good thing

And you'll never know how good it feels to have all of my affection

And you'll never get a chance to experience my lovin' (Oww!)

'Cause my lovin' feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

And I swear it feels like, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

Will you ever know it?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Will you ever know it?

"I'm gonna have to just go ahead and call this boy

Hello? Can I speak to -- to Michael?

Oh hey, how you doin'?

Uh, I feel kinda silly doin' this, but uhh...

This is the waitress from the coffee house on 39th and Lennox

You know, the one with the braids?

Yeah, well, I see you on Wednesdays all the time

You come in every Wednesday on your lunch break, I think

And you always order the special, with the hot chocolate

And my manager be tripping and stuff

Talking 'bout we gotta use water

But I always use some milk and cream for you

'Cause I think you're kinda sweet

Anyway, you always got on some fly blue suit

'N your cuff links are shining all bright

So, whatchu do? Oh, word? Yeah, that's interesting

Look, man, I mean, I don't wanna waste your time, but...

I know girls don't usually do this

But I was wondering if maybe we could get together

Outside the restaurant one day?

'Cause I do look a lot different outside my work clothes

I mean, we could just go across the street to the park right here

Wait, hold up, my cell phone's breakin' up, hold up

Can you hear me now? Yeah

So, what day did you say?

Oh yeah, Thursday's perfect, man"

And it feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

Baby, baby, I swear, it's like, ooh

But you don't know my name, no, no, no

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

And it feels like, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

And I swear on my mother and father it feels like...

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

But you don't know my name

('Round and 'round and 'round we go, will you ever know?)

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary.

Last night I had dinner with my friends from high school. We were so happy to get together and talk. I honestly don’t know how many people can say the same. Seriously, I’ve even got friends that I still have in my life from elementary school. One from 2nd grade and one from like 5th grade. I personally think it’s amazing.

Yes we’ve been through a lot, you know bullshit like marriage, having children, divorce and death and just plain life getting in the way. I work hard to keep these people in my life and my heart. I also know that some people are just not going to say that they are jealous because they don’t know how much work goes into having friends for this long. I also know how hard it is to think about how many friends I’ve lost along the way.

I’m sure i mentioned something about it before. I also know that some people who are years older than I have lost their friends and it sucks. I know I lost my uncle and my father lost his brother. I can’t imagine how much that hurt.

I’ve also been on the other side of the fence and I thought I had friends but they’ve faded away. I think about every once in a while. I remember Betty, Beverly, Victor, Nick and many others who were friends for the road but not for a lifetime. I think of Essence, D’Nitra, Paco, Joey and others who had been in my life. We were running the streets and the these lyrics tell the story: “Runnin' wild/Lost control/Runnin' wild/Mighty bold/Feelin' gay/Boisterous too…”

Now I am swathed in the light of burnished umber and as I approach my autumn years, honey child, I’ve had a great time and I’ve got great memories along with the memories that truly piss me off. Oh well.

I’m in a new phase of my life, my journey, knowing that I’m now living life through pharmacology. This is all new to me. The only thing that I can actually say about this is that (roll your eyes), it has blocked my third eye. As an empath, I felt things and I knew that Marie had passed but I couldn’t actually see it because of the meds. I felt it in my heart and as I was driving around I realized it and had to reach out to Lynn. She confirmed what I felt. It’s okay if you don’t believe me. I can feel things and I can tell you what I feel, but you don’t have to believe me. Like I’ve got two coworkers and I know that they are both using. I can tell you that I know when they are high. I told one person and I said something innocuous about them. Lo and behold, shit happened. I then asked her if I was wrong. She replied nope, you weren’t wrong.

Today is a new day and I had a great time last night with my friends.

[lil-melody-moon]

hmm lets say The Doors - Soft Parade for the album ask game?? ✨ (underrated yes it isss)

Oh Gosh, the one album by them that I didn't buy and I don't want it - although there are some good tracks, but I usually don't listen to it. I actually had to listen to it again to give you answers, so without further ado <3

1. Favourite and least favourite track?

"Runnin' Blue" would be my favorite. I don't know, it's just so catchy, plus the intro always gets me. Morrison just sings without any instruments, his voice makes wonders to me <3

Now to the least favorite, I thought I will go with "Do It", but Densmore's drumming is fantastic in this one, so nope. So I will go with "Wishful Sinful" then. It's too much of an orchestral piece, just doesn't fit in and it's kind of boring to me on the long run. I never skipped it, because I don't listen to this album often, but like, boring in the long run XD

2. Side A or B? (for later releases: first half or second half; for doubles: A, B, C or D?)

Oh, definitely side B and that includes: "Wild Child", "Runnin' Blue", "Wishful Sinful" and "The Soft Parade". Excluding "Wishful Sinful", this side has almost all of my favorite tracks on this album <3

3. Thoughts on the cover art/packaging?

It's nothing special, like comparing it to the third album, for example, it ain't nothing special. Maybe if the band was a lot closer it would be better, but like, I don't know. Even the font isn't good. You just gotta look at any other album of theirs and the covers are better XD

4. Are any of the tracks important/meaningful to you? Why?

I don't think there are any? Wait, let me read the lyrics XD Nope, there aren't any, I think I like those few songs for the melody and Jim's voice mostly <3

5. When did you first hear the album?

Oh God, was it when I just listened to all of their album at one day? It was definitely around December 2022. 22nd of December - my mom's birthday! It was when I've decided to listen to one album of their per day. Just one listen to get the general feel. It was when I was getting into older music, just before my obsession with The Doors truly started.

6. Have your thoughts on the album changed since you first heard it?

Oh yeah, they did. I was just getting used to their sound and you know, this album is far different from the rest and I liked it quite a lot, just to then realize that it's boring in the long run and doesn't have the feeling that for example "Waiting For The Sun" or "L.A. Woman" brings in when I listen to them. So the opinion went from "Hey, this is good!" to "Eh, I can live without it".

7. Are you a fan of other works by the artist/in the genre?

Of course! "Waiting For The Sun" is my favorite The Doors album. I have this one certain day during each month when I listen to it and feel myself calming down while each song plays. "Love Street", "Summer's Almost Gone", "Wintertime Love", "Yes, The River Knows", "Five To One" those are the few I'm mad about - I love "Yes, The River Knows" so much that I learned how to play the vocal melody on classic guitar <3 You can only imagine how happy I was when I've saw it at the record store. I took it without any thoughts, just bought it right away!

8. A lyric you like from the album

Definitely the intro to "Runnin' Blue"

Poor Otis dead and gone Left me here to sing his song Pretty little girl with the red dress on Poor Otis dead and gone

It's just so catchy, the rest of the song is wacky in a way, but like the line "Pretty little girl with the red dress on" is so well done, it just gets into your ear and doesn't want to leave, you know

9. How did you discover the album?

Been listening to one The Doors album per day and I just played it because it was the next in queue. Nothing much of a big discovery I know, but what can you do? XD

10. Do you own/would you like to own a physical copy of the album?

I had like two chances to get it at the record store and even if I thought about buying it, seeing it there for the first time, there's always another album I want more. Plus, I think I can live without it. I mean, I only have to get the first The Doors album to have all of them at home that I like. So yeah, I don't want it that much.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #16

This morning, somehow I ended up with a few songs from Katamari Damashii stuck in my head. In particular, Bluffing Damashii is rolling around in my noggin. Maybe I'll show it to you, as well as the translated lyrics, at the end of this; I think you'll like it.

I spent most of today with my best friend and her lovely sister. My best friend is getting married very soon, and so we went on various adventures today, which culminated in getting to see her in her wedding dress. The dress looks beautiful on her; the dress is very lucky that it gets to be worn by someone like her.

They and I have known each other for 17 years now. It'll be 18 years this coming September. What a wild thing to think about. My friend drove us to various places today during our adventures - first to a Wendy's to get some tasty junk snacks (fast food in this place doesn't count as real food no matter what anyone tries to tell you, but it's tasty all the same, haha!), and then we went to go visit their mom's house; she's a very nice lady. And then we went to the dress shop where everything was sparkly.

I feel like I spent a lot of the time somewhat spaced out; I've not been eating well or hydrating properly for the last several days for some reason, and so I guess I'm not quite as mentally present as I would normally be. My mind is abuzz with various worries that seem to be constantly swirling around, and old memories of days past that I would rather not think about. All the same, I spent a lot of my time with them smiling and laughing about various things - some of it is references and inside jokes that only we understand. Some of it is the various crazy memories that we lived through together. Some of it is memes we see on the internet (today's theme was, "Don't panic!", and following up a "f-ck you" with, "f-ck me yourself, you coward!" - it was hilarious!). Still other things are nonsense scenarios that we made up on the spot.

Our most recent nonsense scenario comes about from maybe a month or so ago, because along one of the routes to go to some town full of rich folk (that's where the fancy dress shop is), there is a road sign that says in giant, ominous, capital letters, "POMPA BROTHERS", with an arrow pointing in some direction. Or, in other words, "THE POMPA BROTHERS ARE OVER THERE." I didn't know at the time who the Pompa Brothers are, or what they're all about, and I have a brain that likes to try to fill in missing information with whatever nonsense my imagination can come up with, so…

To me, "Pompa" sounds like an enemy from Super Mario World - maybe because it kind of sounds like "Bob-omb". And then there's Brothers at the end there, and since I was already thinking about Super Mario World, my brain defaulted to The Hammer Brothers; they are a pair of very menacing turtles who throw hammers at passers-by - they look silly, but they're surprisingly very scary, because their hammers are quite difficult for a chubby, two-dimensional plumber to evade unscathed!

Then my brain crossed that with a very old memory from when I was still a toddler - one where my maternal stepgrandfather (Poppy) would keep two-or-three-year-old me from wandering too far away while on a walk by saying, "Ooo-Ooo's over there!" As the story was told to me, I didn't know WHAT "Ooo-Ooo" was, but apparently I was quite certain that I didn't want anything to do with it, so supposedly, the phrase alone was enough to get me to stop in my tracks, turn around, and come a-runnin' back to wherever Poppy was, as fast as my stubby little legs could carry me, ahaha~!

Of course, I know that this is all very silly, but nonetheless, my brain jokingly decided that these "Pompa Brothers" are potentially a threat, so I wondered aloud in the car whether or not the sign is a warning - "THE POMPA BROTHERS ARE OVER THERE - WATCH OUT!!!", or something to that effect. I didn't say this part at the time, but for extra effect, you can probably follow that up with a thunderbolt crashing ominously in the distance, and a sound bite of Sinistar saying, "BEWARE!" Hahaha!

My not-at-all-serious supposition was met with uproarious laughter from my friend and her sister! And on the spot, my friend's sister immediately wove lore for these supposedly "menacing" Pompa Brothers; her imagination is an incredible thing to behold! And before we knew it, we cooked up this whole story about how the Pompa Brothers might be armed and dangerous. From there, a well-placed pun morphed it into the notion that they are "armed" because they hide out in the nearby swamp, stealing the actual arms of trespassers… dun-dun-dun!!! Ahahaha!

Today we passed by the general area of the "dreaded" Pompa Brothers, and more laughter was had! We pretended like we only just barely evaded getting caught by them - THIS time! Today, we added more to the lore - supposedly, they also have the "Swampwalk" property from Magic: The Gathering. So now anyone who lives near a swamp is a potential trespasser!!! Dun-dun-DUN!!! If you can imagine it, then by all means, please picture that clip of Dramatic Chipmunk (although it's actually a prairie dog!) for extra silliness! Eeheehee~!

It's funny because it's really just a stone quarry, and in reality, they're probably very nice people! The juxtaposition between what's real and the absurdity we came up with tickled all our funny bones. So I guess now it's permanently part of our repertoire of silly things that only we understand! Except now you also understand it, so now you can participate in our silly little inside joke, too! Ahahaha~ how marvelous!

Come to think of it, you'd probably get along really well with my friends, I think! We're a quirky bunch, but we're delightful and creative and hilarious! We also make it a point to be extremely non-judgmental; we all know what it's like to be excluded and ostracized for arbitrary reasons. I think you'd fit in quite nicely; us "misfits" have to stick together, right?

…I do hope that any of the silly things I've written could make you smile or laugh; I'm willing to bet that the kind of laughter that comes out of you when you're feeling silly is a beautiful sound, just like it is for any human. And I'm also willing to bet that your joyful smile, like anyone's, is absolutely radiant. I hope you'll have plenty of opportunities to do both in the future.

Oh! Right! I'll show you the song now. Here it is:

And here's my translation of the lyrics:

-------------- I was beguiled by the "magic" of alcohol. I couldn't run away from its amazing, binding spell. But that was a long time ago. For me, it's already an unnecessary thing. I don't need it. I don't need it anymore.

I can change from where I am; I am refreshed, refreshed. I won't look back; I'll keep moving forward. I want to do something new - something I've never seen or heard of. I will always be a challenger; I am my own rival.

I once yearned for incredible strength - The kind of power that could reduce everything to zero. But only those who are weak of heart wish for such things. For me, it's already an unnecessary thing. I don't need it. I don't need it anymore.

I can change from where I am; I am refreshed, refreshed. I won't destroy things; instead I'll create them. I want to do something new - something I've never seen or heard of. I will always be a challenger; I will move forward anywhere.

However, sometimes if I look around, I find myself alone, with no one else around. When I feel uneasy, as though I'm spinning my wheels uselessly: I'll just sing some words that no one has ever heard before: La la la la ma, la la la ma ma. There's really nothing to worry about. La la la, na na na na. I can be anxious and still have fun. My heart is pounding with the thrill. I will always be a challenger; monotony is my enemy.

I can change from where I am; I am refreshed, refreshed. I won't stand still; I'll keep walking. I want to do something new - something I've never seen or heard of. I want to live as a challenger. I want to die as a challenger. I will always be a challenger. --------------

I hope you'll always choose to be a challenger. I hope you'll let go of unloving thought processes and choose new ones. I hope that if you look around and end up feeling alone, you'll sing a little song instead, until you can remember that all of the people who care about you are standing with you, singing alongside you. I hope you'll realize that power enough to level everything is unnecessary; in order to create beautiful things in this world, all you have to do is be yourself.

You are loved. Please stay safe out there, whatever it is that you're doing…

Your friend, Lumine

[rainsmediaradio]

Taylor Swift - Sparks Fly (Taylor’s Version) Lyrics

Taylor Swift - Sparks Fly (Taylor’s Version) Lyrics Verse 1 The way you move is like a full on rainstorm And I'm a house of cards You're the kind of reckless that should send me runnin' But I kinda know that I won't get far And you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinkin' of Chorus Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Verse 2 My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really somethin' You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you, I know it's no good And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would Chorus Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Bridge I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild Just keep on keepin' your eyes on me It's just wrong enough to make it feel right And lead me up the staircase, won't you whisper soft and slow? I'm captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show Chorus Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk (Ah-ah), take away the pain 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Outro And the sparks fly Oh, baby, smile And the sparks fly Read the full article