#not proof read because i am feeling a bit Lazy

[ghcstao3]

(part 1)

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As more days pass, the job doesn’t get any less strange.

Johnny is still poring over Ghost’s hint, trying to figure out how it could be possible that all these varying pieces are from the same artist. Unless it was someone more contemporary, experimenting in art styles of different eras—

Which would make sense, if not for the paints and materials not available in the present day, their methodology in creation having been lost to time, or its dangers realized.

And the signature. Scribbled consistently on every one of the pieces in the exact same place, exact same handwriting, even when the initials of S and R shift from the Roman to Latin alphabet, and when the length of the name itself shrinks and grows.

About every theory that pops into Johnny’s head is easily dismissed for another that makes slightly more sense, until he reaches another road block in reasoning. It’s impossible, plain and simple.

But at the end of the day, Johnny has to shake his head of those sorts of thoughts anyway. Because he’s here for a job, not to speculate, even when it’s his current employer that’s planted this dilemma in his head.

Speaking of—Ghost hasn’t gotten any less weird himself, either. Or, perhaps enigmatic, Johnny should say.

He continues to pose questions to Johnny as he works, but at some point they begin to sound less like questions from the owner of the artwork—and more like questions from the artist, as if seeking feedback.

All Johnny can do is answer honestly. He’s gotten better at deciphering Ghost’s hums and huffs and grunts, but not to the extent of really understanding what he’s thinking. Which only serves to confuse Johnny further about the whole… arrangement.

It’s on the last day, while Johnny is finishing up the last piece, that Ghost asks him the strangest thing of all.

“Say you were… immortal,” Ghost begins slowly, sometime nearing the end of the day; the end of Johnny’s contract, “would you choose to make a mark on the world, or remain invisible?”

Johnny furrows his brow. “I’m not sure. I mean—really, unless you’re big and famous, you kind of remain invisible to most, anyway.”

Ghost shakes his head, seeming almost frustrated by his answer—which would be a first. “No, not like—like if you made art, would you choose to keep it hidden, or would you allow it to be shared?”

It’s the first time Johnny has ever heard Ghost seem unsure of himself. He’s never seen the man falter like this, wavering in this intimidating, indifferent persona he’s thus far created.

Johnny suspects that there’s more to this question than it simply being a hypothetical.

“Depends,” Johnny says. He blinks up at Ghost, staring undeterred into that intense gaze of his. Sometimes Johnny thinks Ghost expects him to be nervous in his employer’s presence. “If it’s something personal, then sure, I’d keep it to myself. But I think in creating art, there’s also times that you’d want to display it, so I would. Not necessarily to leave something behind, but… maybe to inspire someone else.”

Ghost considers this for a long while, eyes raking over Johnny’s face for who knows what. Maybe a discrepancy in his honesty.

Eventually, he breathes slow and deep as he squares back his shoulders. “Then I’ll ask this again:” He pauses. “What do you think happened to the artist?”

The corners of Johnny’s lips twitch upward, though a proper smile never appears.

“I think he’s giving himself away right about now,” Johnny decides. It hasn’t really clicked to him, of course, that Ghost might be immortal—but it’s a conclusion he can at least speak aloud.

Ghost squints his eyes, and Johnny is inclined to think that means there’s a smile hiding beneath his mask.

“Suppose I have,” Ghost admits. Almost sheepishly, he then asks, “Does that change your answer?”

Johnny shakes his head. “I still think these should be displayed, if you’re willing. They’re… they’re beautiful pieces, and… why should you hire me to restore them just to keep them in storage?”

Ghost shrugs, and there reappears that new uncertainty. “I wanted a second opinion.”

Johnny laughs, shaking his head again. “Next you’re going to tell me you destroyed these yourself just to get it.”

Ghost stares at him a long, silent moment after that. Johnny’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline with the very clear answer to that joke.

“…Ghost.”

“It’s Simon,” Ghost corrects. “And I may have… tampered… with them. Just a little.”

Johnny scoffs. “Ghost, Simon, whatever. Some of these materials have been lost to time! And you just… you just—“

A deep, rumbling laugh escapes Ghost—Simon—that has Johnny trailing off from the rant he’d just been ready to go on. Art history is so meaningful to him, and he has a living man who can attest to those times in front of him, and—

And Johnny was just insulting him.

He shrinks back as Simon’s laughing tapers off, and that cold look in his eyes is overtaken by something warm, something friendly.

“Those pieces never meant enough to me,” Simon finally says, something melancholy falling over his tone. “But… I do have one more that was actually ruined by time that I think… I think I’d trust you enough to fix.”

Johnny’s eyes widen, perking up at the suggestion. “Really?”

Simon nods. “I’ll pay you however much, I—“

“No need,” Johnny interrupts. “You’ve already paid me… far more than you needed to, for the rest. I’ll do it, on one condition.”

Simon cocks his head, silently willing Johnny on.

The smile threatening Johnny finally releases, spreading wide across his face.

“You let me ask questions,” Johnny says. “I have a few debates to settle.”

Simon hums. Something… approving.

Finally, he says with an air of humour, and something oddly akin to hope, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”

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Alastor x Reader - Chest Fluff

Details: Established relationship, honeymoon phase, light teasing. You discover Alastor's chest fluff! Warnings: None, this is pure fluff - literally. No pronouns used. No use of Y/N. Not beta read as usual. Author's note: I’m fully convinced Alastor has chest fluff. I don’t have any proof except I think it’s CUTE. Word Count: 992

You’ve always loved cuddling Alastor. It’s the closest form of intimacy you had gotten so far in your budding relationship. And he was so, so comfortable.

Looking at him, you’d think he was all sharp edges and pointy teeth, but lying on his chest, as you were right now, you could swear this man was secretly a pillow.

Both of you were lying on a chaise longue in his room, soft jazz playing in the background. While he was busy reading over some papers, he’d allowed you to indulge in some cuddles, so long as you didn’t disturb him.

But you just couldn’t help yourself. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, his overcoat discarded on an armchair, and sighed.

“You’re so soft, Al.”

He peeked at you from behind his papers, a lazy grin on his face, and raised a brow at you in question.

“I’m serious, it’s like you’re a plushie. Or maybe you’re actually an alpaca demon instead of a deer. It’s as if you’re all fluffy or something.”

Alastor let out an amused laugh.

“Ha! Maybe it’s because I am.”

You raised your head to look at him. Now it’s your turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

“What? An alpaca demon?” Another laugh escaped him.

“Goodness, no! That’s a stupid notion, my dear.” He let his papers fall to the floor and gave you an amused smirk.

“It’s winter, darling. Not only do I have to deal with shedding my antlers, I also happen to grow a bit of a thicker coat of fur.”

His brows furrowed a bit in annoyance as he told you of his situation. He was obviously displeased by it, but by god, if you weren’t intrigued. You made a mental note to squeal about how openly he talked about it with you later. But for now, you needed answers.

Your gaze shifted down to his chest, now noticing that it did seem a bit fuller than it used to.

“Can I see it?” - “I beg your pardon?”

Your eyes widened at your impulsive request, as did his. Only now did you realize that that would include him dropping a layer. You’ve never seen one another in a state of undress, except perhaps in your night clothes. And even then you had both always been fully dressed.

But you made your bed, now you had to lie in it.

“U-uhm, I mean…I kinda…wanna see it..?” You stammered. You could feel your face heating up under his gaze, while his grin only grew wider. You were sure he was enjoying how flustered you were getting.

“Well, since you asked so nicely! Only because it’s you.” A dark glint flashed in his eyes as he said it. He then nodded to his shirt, challenging you to undo the buttons. “Go on, darling. Don’t be shy now.”

You sat up in his lap, head reeling and ears buzzing as if all your blood had risen to your face. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Your shaking fingers undid his bowtie first, neatly folding it and placing it on the back of the chaise. Then you reached for the first set up buttons, so close to his neck. You could swear you heard a soft chuckle as you undid them.

Your eyes flit up at him for a second, before quickly snapping back down as you caught him watching you intensely with narrowed eyes and his wicked grin.

“Stop looking at me while I do this…” 

“No~.” Alastor teased.

If you could bush any further, you would.

You decided it was enough after three more sets of buttons. Now no longer focused on the task at hand, you spotted what looked like fur peeking from the gap in the shirt.

Without thinking, you spread his shirt open, even startling Alastor with your bold move. Eyes wide, you gazed at what you could only describe as soft looking brown fluff right in the middle of his chest.

If you had looked up, you’d see Alastor’s smile twitching. Now he was the one being stared at so thoroughly, and it unnerved him. He suddenly felt…exposed? Insecure, maybe? No, not him, never!

He stiffened up as he felt your fingers slowly moving through the tufts of fur, essentially stroking his bare chest.

The fur was dense and soft. Certainly made to keep him warm during the cold seasons - and possibly to serve as a pillow for yourself.

You thought it was so cute. It didn’t go at all with his reputation as the big bad Radio Demon, so it’s no wonder he keeps it a secret. A secret only you knew now.

“Wow, it’s really soft, Al! No wonder you’re so comfy all the time.” When you looked back up at him, you could see the faintest of blushes along his cheeks. You were sure your own blush was still there as well, but you felt reassured knowing that he was also affected by your intimate position.

You batted your eyelashes at him in an attempt to butter him up some more. He probably knew what you wanted to do next anyway.

“Can I..?”

He let out a theatrical sigh, but opened his arms to welcome you in.

“Fine. Since you’re being oh so sweet, my dear.”

You hummed in satisfaction and slowly laid your head down into his chest fluff. It smelled so much like him. You could hear his heart beating much faster than it had before and you grinned to yourself.

You let out another hum as you felt his arms come to rest on your back, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

“I hope you understand that this is to stay between us, darling?”

“Mhm~.” You agreed as you closed your eyes. There’s no way you would ever share this knowledge with anybody. This was just one of the many little secrets Alastor carried with himself. And this one was only for you to know.

[tojivu]

would u do satoru who actually has six eyes with the reader scenario? it could be anything, like the reader going through his baby pictures and cooing at how cute he looked with one set of eyes open, but the other two werent. or comforting him cuz people think they're freaky. anything fluffy :D

# SIX ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note stop this is so cute.. i changed the prompt a bit i hope u don’t mind. hope this isn’t too long for your taste as well zzz

✰ — cw / tags satoru with literally six eyes , sfw , gn!reader , use of pet names ‘baby’ etc , briefly proof read ( i tried )

✰ — playing n side by steve lacy.

✰ — word count 1.2k

✰ — part two click here.

it was a lazy sunday morning when you decide to wake up early. it was unusual of you, because you usually woke up later than your boyfriend—but you remembered the state of your shared apartment and knew something had to be done.

it was a mess. a complete and utter disarray.

moving in week was finally done, at least technically. some of your stuff was still in cardboard boxes. you knew gojo had some unpacking to do as well, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to help him—you knew about the long hours he endured.

you’re still groggy when you make your way down the stairs, holding onto the railing for support. you rub your eyes until the sunlight doesn’t hurt anymore—but you glance into your living room and see the piles of tiny boxes, full of trinkets from your previous house and it hurts your eyes all the same.

you yawn and sit yourself down on the couch, scissors in hand and ready to take on the workload. you meticulously cut the tape sealing a particularly damaged cardboard box, deciding you would eliminate the smaller stuff first; gojo would wake up sooner or later and you certainly weren’t going to carry the bigger boxes by yourself.

you turn the flaps over and the sunlight spilling in through the living room windows help visualise how dusty it really is—you don’t think it’s yours. the box must’ve not been opened for quite some time.

it’s a photo frame you find in the box, but there’s way too much dust for you to really see anything. you bring the frame to the kitchen, grabbing a wet rag and wiping the plastic film to the best of your ability. you think this must have been hidden from you on purpose, you’ve never seen this photo in your life—no picture of satoru escapes you, after all. he must’ve not wanted you to see it.

it’s your boyfriend as a child, at a strawberry farm. he’s wearing a sunhat and a basket of berries are being shown off to the camera; his smile undoubtedly huge, and his eyes are glistening in the sunlight the hat failed to deter—all six of them.

you’re wondering why he ever ought to hide this photo from you. you knew about his eyes, and you’ve made it clear that you loved them. though, you can’t really speculate—gojo’s told you briefly about his childhood, but not really in detail. “i didn’t really like showing them when i was young,” was all you got out of him when you asked about his middle school days.

you’re startled when you hear a yawn coming from the stairs, and you shift your gaze from the photo to gojo—adult sized gojo with only one pair of eyes open—who’s making his way towards you. quick reaction time enables you to hide the photo behind you, just as gojo enters the kitchen.

“good morning baby,” he says while rubbing his eyes. he plants a kiss on your forehead, then blinking slowly at you in an attempt to wake himself up completely. “what’re you doing up? it’s 8 a.m.”

you scoff at him, jokingly. “what, am i not allowed to wake up at 8 a.m?”

gojo lets out a chuckle, his voice still raspy. “didn’t say that.”

you smile up at your boyfriend, who’s eyes are still not fully open yet. the slits on his cheek and forehead from his other two pairs of eyes further intrigue you—perhaps, if you dig a little more… would you be able to find photos just like that one?

you feel sneaky, looking through your boyfriend’s things without his permission. of course, you couldn’t help yourself—how could you? his smile looks priceless.

and so, something in you is determined to find every single one.

your mental scheming is stopped, though, when gojo makes a loud gasping noise. you’re snapped back into reality, and you realise he can see the photo frame you’ve hidden behind your back. “y/n!”

gojo is fully awake now, his expression a mix of shock and embarrassment. “how did you find that? i swear i put all those boxes away in my office. . .”

you point a finger at him, accusingly, with your eyebrows furrowed for dramatic effect. feeling offended, you gasp as well. “so you did try to hide them from me!”

he lets a laugh slip through his lips, much too flustered that this is how you discover his childhood photos. he shakes his head, “i’m sorry, y/n. didn’t think it would matter much.”

“why did you hide them? is it because of your eyes?”

gojo nods his head, taking a closer look at his younger self. “they were a bit weird for a six year old to have, no?”

you gasp again, hurt by his statement. the first thought you had when you found the photo was how adorable his eyes were, the different tints of blue shining in the sun—and the missing teeth which were shown so proudly in his smile. how happy he must’ve been to smile like that.

“i love them, ‘toru.”

it was always heartening to hear that coming from you.

when gojo satoru first met you, he was unsure if you’d be weirded out—like how everyone else was when he was younger. he’d learned how to keep the pairs on his forehead and cheeks closed in his teenage years, so it was muscle memory by the time he knew you.

the first time you saw them was a few years ago, an unremarkable tuesday morning: at least that's what you thought, but to satoru—it was everything.

you awaken next to him, and gojo's perplexed. why you were staring at his face so intently? was his bed hair that bad?

“i didn’t know you could open all of them.”

gojo internally cursed himself, thinking it was game over—you’d probably tell him you’ve got to go and never call him back; but you did.

you called him and told him you missed him the following day. that sweet voice of yours he was so relieved to hear.

as a child, people would often call gojo strange looking—his piercing blue eyes already made him intimidating. people would barely look at him; so when there were six of them, it was even harder to make conversation. you guessed a long time ago that that was why he started wearing shades.

people could never look at him directly, but with you—it was a different problem altogether. you just couldn’t stop looking, always telling him how pretty his eyes were. he would find it hard to believe with the way he’d grown up, but it’s undeniable he feels comfortable showing it to you; sometimes feeling all right to go out without his sunglasses on.

“yeah, i know.” gojo’s smile is soft. he leans down and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his jaw on your shoulder and swaying you left to right. “you tell me that all the time.”

it’s cheesy sunday mornings like this you look forward to.

it’s been an hour since you’ve woken up and gojo insisted on helping you finish cleaning—it’s pointless, though: because you two end up on the couch, looking at childhood photos of yourselves—with the occasional embarrassing story time.

at the end of the day, nothing is clean and you two are still on the couch: except gojo is snoring and you’re on top of him with your face buried in his chest, trying to fall asleep despite the inconsiderate noise—photo albums sprawled out on the coffee table.

211023 — this is so bad i’m sorry… TT

[hangeslovers-world]

NERDY HANGE HCS!!!

A/n: i love thé idea of a nerdy loser hange so here are some thoughts and hc’s about em!!! And I hope you don’t mind if I tag you in this @abbyslev and @hangespublicist since I feel as though this is right up your ally!!! Not proof read..I’m lazy leave me BE.

Warnings! NSFW on the second half minors be warned

SFW!

-hanges favorite things to do with you is attempt to make you play dnd (with moblit and Erwin) they’re the dm EVERY TIME.

-if date nights are left up to hange it will without a doubt be watching documentary’s or a museum

-hange is a loser like they have friends but they would rather read books in their boxers and info dump on discord so you force them into the shower…a lot..

-hange has the cutest wide eye puppy look as they info dump to you about something “marsupials are so cool!!!” “Babe? What’s a marsupial…”

-they wear a visor and the nose sunscreen with a full on wet suit when you head to the beach and they snort and giggling making jokes about spf

-SPEAKING OF SNORTING hange snorts when they laugh not even just that but they slap their knee

- they have a flip phone you have to convince them to buy ANYTHING ELSE and even then they’ll be like “let’s compromise on a Nokia ok☹️”

-they walk around the house in stripped boxers and cringe tee-shirts like “nothing scares me but my wife”

-hange will take off their glasses wiggle and their eyebrows at you whenever you say something vaguely lewd…

-hange takes EVERY single ap not for college reason but because their bored…

-the only class hange has ever almost failed was art because hange cannot for the life of them draw

NSFW BIT MINORS DNI!!!

- get ready to ask yourself where the loser in them went…

-they eat pussy like crazy until you can’t speak they absolutely love it

-remember when I said they almost didn’t pass art? Yea that was a strap on day for sure your legs were aching

-UN TUCKING THEIR SHIRT TO FUCK YOU OMGGG (I’m so close to writing a whole fic about this alone)

-hange knows when they pick date nights it isn’t super exciting for you so they make it up by letting you sit on their face :)

-hange will wear glasses look up from between your legs while your panting and go “am I still a nerd?” Smirking then going right back.

-if hanges a little horny while tutoring they will have you sit and ride their thigh forcing you to answer questions

-the first time your nerdy partner and you had sex during aftercare you couldn’t muttering anything but “wow…” and hange went right back to being a goofy loser wiggling their eyebrows going “oooh la la”

-it’s like two different people the same person who snorts and slaps their knee is the same person denying you a orgasm like WHAT!?!

God I’ve gotta write a one shot for this cutie!!!

[riswippiesx]

Toji with a reader who basically is Megumi friend. Like Megumi realized how much you two like each other so started to set stuff up for you two to get together. Reader is like a mother to Megumi (since I hc that his bio mom died when he was 2 or 3) and Toji is just loving reader for helping with Megumi. Headcanons please

Love & Care | Toji Fushiguro X Fem! Reader

Theme: Fluff

TW: a lil bit of cursing, ooc toji(????) maybe..as I didn't want to make him a brat here, age gap, reader is in her early 20s and Toji is in his 40s, not proof read[because I'm lazy asf]

Summary: headcanons for Toji X reader where reader is a friend of Megumi with motherly vibes.

Note: I am not really a Toji stan..okay?😭 I NEVER read any Toji fic in my life. Never. This was all so new for me. I tried to stick to the character as much as I could in the given scenario. Please don't mind :(💗

•You missed a very important class at your university and you needed a notes, immediately. Thus you ended up visiting your friend, Megumi, at his place, for the notes. Thus you met his dad, Toji Fushiguro. And what a sight! What a man! You couldn't look away.

•Toji just came back and you were leaving after taking your notes and BANG! You bumped into a person who felt like rock because of his well physic. You looked up, only to find your friends dad. You saw him on Megumi's phone but never in real life. "Kid, watch where you are going!", Toji groaned and looked down at you "also who are you?". "I-", you started to utter but Megumi finished it for you "My friend, dad, her name is Y/n." Toji did a little hum and gave you place to leave. You gave a nod with a little smile and left.

•You came back home, freshened up and decided to go through the notes but your mind refused to focus. All you could think how handsome that older man was. Your breath hitched and a weird feeling strated to grow in you.

•And all that grew harder with each passing day. You longed to see that man in person, once again. And your wish came true when your friend fell sick and took a few days off. You, being the responsible one, decided to help him with the notes.

•You went to your friends house. You finally met his dad again. You greeted him formally and he greeted you back. Your heart danced in joy. Then you went to Megumi's room and saw him laying down on his bed with an ice bag on top of his forehead. He looked really sick. You kept the notes on his desk and walked near him and sat on the chair beside the bed.

•Megumi was coughing and breathing heavily. The high fever was making him feel dizzy but he recognised you.

"You shouldn't... Have come..you will catch cold too..idiot..", he breathed out.

"Shh, don't talk much. Relax."

"Tsk"

Your friend was like that, refused to take help but you always loved to help him, you loved taking care of him.

You took the ice bag off as the ice was melted already. You saw a bowl of water and a piece of cloth in it on the bed side table. You kept the ice bag on the and damped the cloth and rinsed out the excess water. Then you put it on his forehead and ran your hand through his hairs, soothing him down. And it actually relaxed him. Your offered him some water when he coughed a lot. You were busy in taking care of your friend when Toji came and stood by the door, which you didn't notice. He observed how you took care of his son.

"You take care of him like a mother." His sudden voice made you startled and you looked back to find him standing there. He had a smile on his face and you felt like you could die then happily. "Oh..yeah..haha", an awkward and nervous laugh came out of your throat with a faint tint of red on your cheeks.

•And that whole thing made you and Toji interact more. Slowly a bond was forming between you two. Both of your scolded Megumi when he was going extra harsh on himself for studies and didn't take care of him. Megumi often rolled eyes at the strict scolding but he could feel something in the air. He was smart. He was quick to catch the real scenario when he found you chatting with your dad and laughing. He also noticed how conscious you got around his dad or by the mention of his name. The faint blush, little chuckles, small glances— he noticed it all.

•You were in love with his dad —Megumi easily understood that. If it was anyone else other than you, maybe he would be against it but you were different. You were calm and collected, a soft person, who didn't date many guys. Megumi trusted you, he knew you. Your happiness was also important to him. So he accepted it in his mind. He also noticed how his dad was finally interacting with a woman after his mom died. Megumi's life's biggest tragedy was that he lost his mother when he was barely two years old. He never felt the motherly care while growing up until he met you. His dad supported him a lot but you, you took care of his mood, well being and feelings. Though you were his friend but he found the comfort of a mother in your embrace. So he was all over pleased and wanted your relation to form properly with his dad.

•For you, it felt so wrong yet so right. You didn't plan to fall for your friends dad but some matters would always stay out of human control. So you had finally accepted it but didn't want to make a move from your side. On the other hand, Toji liked spending time with you. You were calm but not boring. He liked that. Also, he adored how you mothered his son. It made him chuckle with happiness. But the muted feelings in his heart was forcibly put down by himself. He refused to acknowledge any such weird feelings about his son's friend. So he just stayed in his limit as well. Megumi was honestly tired of seeing the lack of confronting ability. He wanted any of you two make a move. The way you both appreciated each other while talking with Megumi, he was surely confused why weren't you two making any move yet.

•The frustration was major. Megumi couldn't take it anymore decided to make move on you two's behalf. One day he called you to come over to his place while he went to Itadori's place, who was a mutual friend of you and Megumi. You agreed without knowing and came over to his place with some cookies you made, only to find his dad alone. You were confused, so was Toji. Both of you tried to contact megumi but he didn't pick up any call. You wanted to leave but Toji stopped you.

"You can stay untill he comes back, you know. I got no issues", he said with a chuckle. You hesitated but accepted soon. You sat with Toji and ate a few of the cookies you made.

"You made this?"

"Yeah.."

"Tastes good"

"Thank you, Fushiguro san"

"Hey you know, that fushiguro and all...so fucking formal. Call me Toji"

"But you're way older than me"

"Do I look like I care?", he laughed.

"Okay..Toji ...san?"

"Sounds better", both of you chuckled and chatted. It wad getting late but Megumi wasn't home till then. Toji suggested you to go back and he would talk to his son for his carelessness. You nodded and headed back. Though you didn't meet your friend that day, you felt somewhat happy. Spending all those time with Toji made you giggle in your mind.

•Such shits continued, as Megumi kept on setting you two up. Someday he sent his dad at your place to give you some important assignment files, giving the excuse of being "busy", someday he asked for your help to come over and stay a few hours at his place as he needed to go to the library, stating that his dad wasn't home. You agreed again and went to his place. He left, you were alone, using your phone, when the door knob moved. You thought he came back but it was Toji. Both of you were surprised at first but that day ended with chats and laughs as well. But Megumi heard a few words from his dad but his weird behavior later, and from you as well. But he didn't mind.

• Things continued. You two might confronted Megumi but all those 'accidental meet ups' were too good for both of you. So you two didn't care much and the bond grew stronger and you two came closer than before. Megumi was happy by the progress so far.

•One day, you hanged out with Megumi and his dad, as you were free that day(also his dad was there). Megumi excused himself for using the washroom near the park and you two waited for him. Then Megumi messaged you that he had a parcel coming by that day, so he had to go back to recive it but he would join you two soon after. You sighed and told Toji about that.

"My son is getting sneaky", he sighed and you two sat on the bench.

"Sure he is.", you chuckled and Toji looked at you.

"I would be concerned about it if he didn't have a friend like you. You take care of him like a mother.", he gave you a sounded laugh, making you blush a little. "Thanks a lot for being such a great friend to my son. I trust you enough that I know he won't do anything wrong as long as you stay with him.", he smiled.

"My pleasure. He is a good guy. He just..doesn't know how to talk about his needs. I somehow manage to read his face. And thus I try my best to take care of him. After all, he is my most important friend."

"You like my son?"

"As a friend, yes"

"Of course", he laughed "do you like his dad?"

His one question made you nervous. Did he find out? No way. You didn't know what to reply. Panic was clear on your face. Toji quickly fixed his words.

"I mean..do you think I am a good dad? Am I good enough?" You sighed and smiled in relaxation.

"Of course. You're doing great as a dad. Maybe you don't know but he once said that he feels grateful to have you around. He also acknowledge your hard work as a single father. You're more than just good."

"Really? Wow", he smiled to himself, feeling good about himself after so many days, or years.

•Things didn't actually go to that level where you could admit your feelings for Toji but you loved him, loved being around him. Megumi's set ups made you two more than just friends. Both of you knew that very well but didn't have the courage to tell each other.

•Megumi stopped setting you two up after a few months as he was tired. Also he wanted you two long for each other.

After a few weeks, when you were longing for Toji, trying hard to find a reason to meet up, you asked Megumi if you two should hang out and proposed to bring his dad too, Megumi decided to confront you.

"Y/n"

"Yes?"

"Do you like my dad?"

Your lips were sealed, not a single sound came out of your throat. How the hell did Megumi find out and how was he so exact? Was your facial expressions were so certain and prominent? Yoy had to lie. You coughed and gave him a dry laugh.

"Are you crazy Gumi? That's your dad..how can i-"

"Stop lying. You think I am a kid?"

"No but-"

"Why do you think all those accidental meet ups happen so frequently? Because I tried to set you two up"

"Wha-"

"But again you two couldn't even say a word about your feelings. If you like each other why don't you confess?"

"I don't like your da-"

"You do."

You stayed quiet, feeling exposed. Then you gradually asked:

"Are you..mad at me for falling for ...your dad? I'm so sorry please.."

"Are you really that dumb Y/n? I told you I set you two up. You think I would do all that if I was mad?"

"..."

"You are going to confess. I'll go out today with my dad. We will hang out, i'll bring my dad. I'll excuse myself. You will talk your heart out today!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Why not?"

"Your dad won't like me back. The hell are you saying?!"

"He does. I am telling you."

"Wait really?"

"Confess and see for yourself."

"But-"

"No buts!"

"Ugh-"

"You will confess or i'll set him up with another woman"

"What the hell bro?"

"I said what I said"

"Goddamn! Fine!"

"Good"

•You came back home. Your face was flushed. You were feeling nervous and excited at the same time. Megumi accepted you, even said his dad liked you back. You definitely needed to make a move the. Moreover, the way your buddy threatened you. You had to. You would definitely confess to Toji that evening! Yes! You could do it!!

Let's hope for the best, then :D

Part two with better details?👀

Thank you for reading. A big thanks to @//aliorailrow for requesting this<3 I hope it was okay as per your request?! Tried my best..hehe

Requests are open <3

♡Reblogs and comments are always appreciated♡

[kindagayfish]

I am also very obsessed with Babygirl Vash lol how about the classic sharing a bed trope with Vash? It can be swf or not! We just need more imagines of him!

Vash and sharing the bed trope

A/N: YES SHARING THE BED TROPE I LOVE IT SO MUCH HDJBSFHKSBFHKDBGHJB especially when its with bb girl vash *swoon* I’ve seen quite a few of these scenarios already but there will never be enough to satisfy me. I made this one sfw cause I really just wanted to write some fluff. Also, I finished the OG Trigun and I see some differences between OG Vash and Stampede Vash. I’ll be writing for the Stampede characters unless specified otherwise. We just haven’t seen him flirt with anyone yet, while in the OG he was very much a Chad lol. So sorry for the quality, and for taking so long. I haven’t written fanfiction in a LONG TIME. Seriously it’s been years but it feels nice to do it again. But how do people write these so quickly like damn.

Contains: fluff, Gender-neutral reader, And not really proof-read cause we die like men out here.

When you open your eyes again, it’s still dark. Your mouth cracks open in a yawn and you slowly become aware of someone pressed up against your back. 

Oh. Oh that’s right.

It had been an exhaustingly long day trekking through the desert, and an even longer evening trying to find a place to stay the night. You have no idea what possessed every abled body in Noman's Land to travel to the same town as you, but every room in the dusty motel next to the bar was taken. Even the porch swing had some poor soul wrapped up in his coat for the night.

You and Vash were about to call it and take turns sleeping in a nearby alley, when an old woman took pity on you and offered up her spare room. You were so excited to sleep in a real bed that you didn’t even think to ask about the size of the space.

It wasn’t until the both of you had finally gotten into the tiny, very much intended for one person or two people squished very close together bed, that you realized how incredibly awkward the whole situation is.

“Hey-”

“WELL GOODNIGHT” You had blurted out, turning so that your back was to Vash, hiding your flustered expression. He is a little too good at reading your face sometimes, and you didn’t need him asking questions.

He replied with a quiet goodnight, feeling him shift away as well.

Now, Vash’s breath is hot on the back of your neck as he snores lightly, his spiky hair tickling your skin. Sometime in the night, his arms found their way around your middle and pulled you flush against his chest, securing you in place.

This particular scenario had been one you’ve played in your head on loop anytime the two of you had slept close to one another. It’s like a dream come true. And any other time, you would have nestled back into his hold and fell back asleep, hoping that this action was intentional; but instead, you silently curse yourself for chugging a whole gallon of water after arriving in town. Because my god you have to pee.

He stirs slightly when you shift, hugging you closer and burying his face into your shoulder. You feel yourself growing hot as he lets out a content sigh, lips ghosting over your skin. It quickly becomes clear that you’re not escaping without waking him.

“Vash…” You whisper his name softly, not wanting to alarm him. “Vash?”

“Hmm?” he hums, breathing in deeply. Vash lifts his head and loosens his grip slightly. You take this opportunity to turn and meet his eyes. They’re droopy with sleep, blinking a bit. He gives you a lazy smile before whispering, “hi.”

“Uh hi.” Your heart rate picks up at the sight before you, and you swallow hard. “Could you um…”

“Hm?” It takes a moment for him to register the kind of position you are in. “Oh. OH SORRY.” Vash squeaks with wide eyes, releasing you quickly with a growing blush on his face. Getting out of the bed in a hurry as an attempt to hide your own flustered state, you almost miss the deflated look he gives when you’re no longer next to him. 

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah yeah. Just ya know…bathroom.”

“Right right.”

You quietly make your way to the bathroom, making sure not to wake your host who slept soundly in the room next to yours. Part of you wanted to rush to get back, feeling chilly after leaving the warm bed and Vash’s arms. You hide your burning face in your hands as his smile flashes in your mind.

He’s just so…ATTRACTIVE. Ever since you realized you had fallen for him, it has been increasingly harder to hide your feelings. Any time he touches you (which is a considerable amount when running from danger) has your brain short-circuiting and your stomach doing flips. Sometimes you can’t help but wonder if Vash is really this oblivious, or if he is ignoring it to save you both the embarrassment of a rejection. Either way, you aren’t sure if you’re ready to face the truth just yet.

Maybe if I take long enough he’ll fall back asleep and it won’t have to be weird.

After a considerable amount of time pacing the bathroom, you finally make the short walk back to the spare bedroom.

To your slight disappointment, Vash is asleep by the time you slip back into the bed next to him. His face is calm, a stark contrast to the way his brows furrow together during an intense confrontation, and you take a moment to admire his face in the moonlight. You brush a few hairs back from his forehead and immediately freeze when his eyes flutter open.

“Hi” he whispers a second time.

Pulling your hand back, you feel your face grow hot again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you twice.”

“It’s okay: Vash replies, smiling softly.

You continue to stare at each other, both unsure of what to say next. It’s subtle, but you start to see a blush creep up Vash’s neck and reach the tips of his ears.

“Um” Vash is the one to break the silence, reaching for you. “Can I…?”

“Yes” you answer immediately, scooting your body closer to his.

“Does that make this weird?”

You let out a laugh. "You just caught me watching you sleep and you think this is weird?"

“Fair enough" Vash laughs with you. "But are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Oh okay good” He breathes out a sigh in relief, pulling you completely into him. Feeling his body relax against yours, you tuck your head up under his chin, ear pressed against his chest. You swear his heart is pounding as intensely as your own.

“So warm” Vash mumbles into your hair. You let out a content hum, allowing sleep to overtake you once more.

BONUS

Some general headcanons:

Man sleeps like a ROCK with you

Very used to having to wake up and jet at any moment so I assume he’s a light sleeper. But with you next to him? His body finally allows him to get those good Zs.

Clingy af

Good luck escaping Vash’s arms in the middle of the night. Once he has latched on, you won’t be free until morning.

Will 110% snore lightly in your ear

mumbles in his sleep too. Usually you can’t make out what he is saying though.

Loves any cuddling positions, but his FAVORITES are any where you are the one holding him.

Vash always wants you to play with his hair. Legit will turn to putty in your hands if you scratch his scalp.

Sometimes will even nuzzle into your shoulder to get you to do it because he’s too embarrassed to ask

If you need some extra comforting at night, maybe you had a nightmare or something particularly scary happened that day, he will lay you on his chest and softly hum/sing until you fall asleep. (I honestly think Vash would have a really nice singing voice)

Usually the last one to fall asleep, and the first one to wake up. He really enjoys the quiet moments with you. It’s the way you softly smile at him in the dawning sunlight that makes him forget that he’s a wanted man.

[patrophthia]

Hii soo I have a request for Regulus x reader :) okay so like maybe the reader got like a bad haircut or smt and feels very insecure and so Regulus comforts them and says like it's not that bad lol. You don't have to write it if you don't want to it's just a request! :)

i’m sorry this took so long, i have no excuse ive just been lazy 😭😭😭 but this idea, is so so cute hello?!?!

veritaserum | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, comforting, a bit suggestive, not proof read!

One thing about Regulus Black is that he tends to take things a little too seriously. Just a little, he promises as he watch you fuss over your new hair do. 

A slight frown playing at your lips as you try to toss your locks in different directions. Left, right, left again, right again. Only to finally give up and huff out in frustration, turning to him with an all too upset look on your face. 

“I told them to only take a few inches off, this way too much and it’s not even the style I asked for them to do! How am I supposed to go around looking like this, Reg?” 

Regulus narrow his eyes, squinting as he tried to find what exactly was so wrong about your new cut. Sure it’s short, and definitely different from the pass styles he’s seen on you but you still look breathtaking, isn’t that all that matters? “Looking like…?” 

“A derange person who doesn’t know how to take care of themselves,” you say, flailing your hands up in frustration. “Merlin, what am I going to do?”

“It’s not bad,” he offers, shrugging. And when your frowns deepens, he adds. “Really, it isn’t.” 

“You’re only saying that because you’re my boyfriend,” your murmur, “just admit it doesn’t look good, I won’t be mad at you.” 

“I’m not! I genuinely think it looks good on you.” And because Regulus tends to take things about too seriously, he reaches into his book bag before pulling out a small clear vial. “Here, this is veritaserum.” 

He doesn’t need to explain it to you, the both of you having studied the content within the while a few classes ago in Potions. Regulus, pulls the cork open before quickly downing the clear substance.

There’s a few moments of silence where you both stared at one another. You not believing that he really downed an entire vial of truth serum just to prove of his point, and when you take a step forward; Regulus opens up his mouth to speak. 

“Your new hair cut looks amazing on you, Mon chéri,” he says first. “Breath taking even.” 

The corner of your lips twist upwards on its own accord, heart softening at his words. “You didn’t have to drink that just to tell me.” 

“You wouldn’t have believe me otherwise,” he hiccups, short dark curls falling gracefully onto his forehead. Regulus, pushes it off his face, gazing at you with content. “Matter of fact, I think I’m getting hard just looking at you, I can’t fake that.” 

“Gross, Reg,” you groaned, making your way towards him with a fake disgusted look, “you didn’t have to tell me that.” 

“I didn’t want to either,” he says, reaching out for you, and you let him take your hand, “but I can’t really control what I want to say right now since I—” he lifts up the empty vial into your line of sight “—anyways, your hair looks good on you. And if you’re so worried about it then I’m sure there’s hair tonic that’ll grow it back out in a moments time.” 

“Mhmm,” you hum, nodding as you agreed with him, “think I’ll keep it like this for a few weeks though.” 

And when Regulus lets out a quiet —barely even there, “yes!” You think that he might’ve liked this hair cut more than he lets on. 

[myslutwritings]

Hey, hope you’re doing well!<3 :)

I love your headcanons on the uppermoon demons!! (I start doing laps around my room and cartwheeling every time you post🛐) I have a request on the upper moons x their female s/o during her time of the month (esp when she has very bad period cramps 🥲 like literally feels like you’re getting stabbed in the lower abdomen, back pain, nausea etc.,etc.)

You can write either mainly SFW hcs or mix it up with NSFW hcs, I don’t mind, just happy to get the request written tbh😭

(Also, if you don’t feel comfortable writing for such a topic, that’s okay! :) thank you for taking the time to read my request though! Hope you have a good day/night!<3)

TYSM🫶🫶 i’ll definitely be doing this! (and fyi yes i am completely writing for this kind of thing! it’s completely normal!)

➤ Uppermoons taking care of you on your time of the month

➤ Headcanons (not proof read)

Uppermoons x F!reader (modern AU)

Including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza + Hantengu Clones!

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warnings: mostly sfw but with some semi-nsfw

Muzan Kibutsuji

He l literally just arrives home to find you curled up on the bed. You look like you’re in agony and immediately he presumes someone hurt you.

That’s all until you tell him that your body is just experiencing horrendous cramps due to being on your period.

Muzan isn’t a dumbass so he’s familiar with what a period is.

So he obviously isn’t repulsed by you or anything!

You don’t even have to tell him fully because he caught the whiff of your blood prior. Which is another reason he thought someone hurt you at first.

As we know, not the best at giving affection but he’ll take care of you (if you’re lucky)

But whenever you’re on your period you receive sooo much affection from him and it always catches you off guard because you never EVER witness him like this.

Muzan lowkey loves how clingy you get as well. Feeds off it when you rely on him. It’s his confidence boost.

Cuddles with you (on occasion) and will give you free massages without you having to ask.

Isn’t the most vocal but he will whisper words of affirmation in your ear. It sends chills down your spine whenever he does.

You don’t even have to tell him where your cramps are because he immediately knows and takes care of it for you!

Is unexpectedly good at holding back his hunger for your blood. Muzan Isn’t too fond of your blood in the first place because he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way. (surprisingly. considering he’s the demon king n all)

Kokushibo

Then again, like Muzan he assumes you’re hurt until you inform him that you’re just having agonizing cramps.

Kokushibo absolutely despises witnessing you in any form of pain so without saying a word you’re quickly embraced by him.

Will take care of you all day and all night until you’re finally off your period.

Has to fight back the urge to taste your blood💀

If you have to postpone sexy times then he is understanding! As long as you’re comfortable. He’s happy just taking care of you like this.

Is a bit shocked by how needy you become though.

It’s sorta cute in his six eyes how humans get like this.

he’ll also love love LOVE how you’ll rely on him.. (but ofc he doesn’t express it)

Being overly vocal isn’t his nature but he’ll do his best to comfort you with his words as well if you’re in extreme pain.

Gently massages your cramps, buys you a heating pad and everything or he’ll even bathe you. Bro is such a gentleman tbh<33

I’m conclusion, he is always prepared. He’ll happily buy you a bunch of sweets if you have a habit of earthy candy while you’re on your cycle. Always prepared with pads too.

Douma

Douma isn’t really too fond of how lazy you become whenever you’re on your period!

You’re usually up and about so what’s changed?

At first he doesn’t notice until he smells the faint scent of fresh blood.

It’s embarrassing really because at first you didn’t tell him. But Douma isn’t an idiot so he immediately knows and teases you when you confess you were too shy to tell him.

Douma absolutely adores taking care of you and he literally is on his knees for you no matter what so anything you need he can definitely provide it! He’s obsessed with giving. He’s almost too giving.

I feel like he would just naturally have sweets in his house so he’ll just give them all to you.

Will bathe you and cook for you and gives you very intimate massages.

Tells you how you smell extra good whenever you’re on your period.

You punched him in the stomach for that.

Buttttt.. if you’re the one to not wanna engage in sexual acts when you’re on your cycle he will throw a fit if you have to postpone sexy times with him. i

He wants to taste you badly. Especially when you’re bleeding from there yk (he’s so downbad it’s unreal)

On the other end, he’s still satisfied though because you become way more clingy! Usually, he’s the one who’s clingy, so it’s like the roles are reversed.

Douma also finds it amusing whenever you’re withering in pain because of your cramps. He gets off by how extra vulnerable you get. (He’s such a sadist, i swear)

Douma lends you extra cuddles but you proceed to complain about how cold he is. You want to be warm and comfortable and be just isn’t helping with us naturally cold body temperature.

Throws a tantrum if you don’t wanna cuddle. Will beg you until you say yes. He doesn’t care and thinks you’ll feel better if you let him hold you (He is fucking delusional and doesn’t understand that he’s only making it worst)

Akaza

You know him, you love him.

You bet your ass this man is gonna be head over heels for you and treat you like his queen no matter what.

Akaza immediately knows what’s up when he comes across you lying on the couch clearly in pain.

Carries you to the bedroom and gives you a heating pad and just lies down next to you while stroking your hair. Telling you about his day because he knows his words comfort you!

You don’t even have to tell him because he knows what makes you feel better when you’re on your time of the month!

Buys you all the necessities you need! He naturally just knows by heart what to get.

Even buys you the correct pads/tampons too, gets you your favorite candy as well, or anything else you like!

Suchhhhh a fucking gentleman!!

The two of you share lots of fluffy moments together!

Whenever you’re experiencing extreme nausea he will make you something healthy to eat and lend you a cold drink. Will deadass spoon feed you all romantically

He’s super overprotective and loves to take care of you. ALWAYS.

We know Akaza doesn’t eat women so he’s easily able to fight back the urge to taste your blood. He couldn’t care less about that.

Is super understanding and accepting of you don’t want to engage in sexual acts while you’re on your period. He would much rather take care of you! But if you did want to have sex he wouldn’t complain.

Akaza probably wouldn’t be into eating you out while you’re on your period because as we know he doesn’t eat women.

Hantengu Clones

Sekido

You’d probably expect him to be mad but he actually isn’t which is a huge surprise.

He is only mad at the fact you’re in pain.

Only anger is his nature but he’ll drop it for once in order to care for you.

Not the best at it, imma admit.

If he needs to buy you pads he’ll probably get lost in the store. It takes him like an hour to find the correct ones for you because all this feminine stuff is confusing on his end.

But surprise, surprise, he returns back with everything you need despite him taking awhile.

Complains to you about it afterwards and how infuriating it was to find pad/tampons for you.

He’s being over dramatic so you just laugh it off and thank him.

Well, at least you’re happy so that’s good enough.

Doesn’t really like cuddling but if it’ll help you he’ll do it for your sake.

Karaku

Another amazing care taker.

Cooks for you, gives you baths, buys whatever feminine products you require even tho he gets a lil confused..

But at the same time he gets really fucking aroused.

Doesn’t care if you’re bleeding, that makes it even better.

But if you aren’t the type to wanna fuck he’ll understand. But he’s bummed out about it though.

Lots and lots of cuddles for you!

Teases you when you’re in pain (then again, sadist)

But afterwards he’ll feel a tad-bit guilty and just cuddle you until you fall asleep in his arms.

Karaku is surprisingly warm so you don’t need a heating pad when he literally already is one.

Aizetsu

“Are you okay, love?” Aizetsu notices you’re in extreme agony and becomes worried as his eyes laid on your fetal position in bed.

Cue caretaker Aizetsu!!

Seeing you in such pain makes him so upset and even more depressed than before.

Is immediately doing EVERYTHING for you.

Even if this affection causes him to grow exhausted If it means the pain will go away for you then he’ll do it in a heartbeat!

Would never tease you either:( that’s so mean.

Bro gets a little flustered sometimes whenever he has to buy those feminine products for you.

He isn’t experienced with taking care of someone while on their period because he isn’t too sure on what exactly to do.

But as soon as you tell him what to do he’s doing it all in a heartbeat! Is surprisingly a fast learner so he goes into the habit of taking care of you without you having to ask anymore whenever you’re on that time of the month.

He even knows before you know when you’re on your period because he can smell your blood.

Urogi

Right off the bat asks why he smells blood.

You just tell him you’re on your time of the month and then he laughs and just cuddles you.

Is absolute SHIT when it comes to taking care of you though.

He can’t really give you massages because of his talons..

But you get a lot of cuddles though which is a relief!

Buys you painkillers or heating pads.

Goes into he feminine product section of the store and takes a picture of it and asks “What size pussy you wear, mamas?”

You hate him sometimes.

Instead of what you actually need which is the correct tampons and pads he comes back with marshmallows

MARSHMALLOWS

And because you’re more fired up when you’re on your time of the month you literally almost kill him.

He’s sleeping on the couch tonight.

AHHH! i’m so so so sorry for not posting! i’ve been trying to find a new job and life has been a pain in the ass. But i started this last night and was finally able to finish! I hope you like it. My requests are still open so i’m still taking them! It just might take me awhile to finish them.

[vinnyhongnsfwgurl]

1st Vinny Hong FanFic? I literally have no idea what this should be LOL

Hello all Windbreaker fans and Vinny Hong lovers. This is my first Vinny Hong x female reader fanfic. I hope you enjoy and comments/feedback is always welcome! Thanks :3

So, I didn't realize what kind of fanfic this would be after I finished writing it LMAO. Complete despair and heartbreak hahaha. I just chose to write and not think to hard. tbh I'm pretty happy with it. Let me know what you think :) .... also I did not proof read haha I am lazy.

I think I'll do a part 2 to this one!

"y/n? ...... y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

You're head snaps up to look at your mother sitting in the hospital bed next to you. She looked at you slightly worried.

She tilted her head as she asked "Are you okay? I called your name multiple times."

You sat up straighter in your chair and nodded. "Yes. Sorry. I, uh, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment." A lot had happened in the past couple of weeks. My mother got very sick and ended up in the hospital for a second time, nearly dying due to a brain aneurysm. It had put a lot of stress on every part of our lives, mostly financially. We weren't poor, but we certainly did not have the luxury to not work and stay in the hospital for extended periods.

I had thought about picking up extra hours at my part-time job, but I knew it wouldn't help much and I knew my studies would suffer. I was already struggling to keep my grades up. Besides my part-time job, I had to train for the upcoming final race of League of Streets. I was a part of Hummingbird and it was amazing but like my personal life, it was a mess. So much had happened with our team.

The most recent event was Vinny leaving our team deciding to ride with the Ghost crew. He started doing small races for money, which were broadcasted online. I had seen a few. Everyone was confused and upset including me. The whole reason we created Hummingbird was to compete in LOS and win the price money for Vinny's mother but I guess he had different plans in mind.

"It'll be okay honey" my mom said as she reached for my hand. I let let her hold my hand. It was warm and reassuring.

I smiled. "I know mom. I'm glad you're alright .... I was really scared actually." I could feel the pressure behind my eyes build up.

My mom started tearing up. "I know. I know y/n. but it's okay, I'm okay." She squeezed my hand.

I just nodded. "yeah."

After a few minutes and making sure my mother didn't need anything, I hugged her goodbye and started making my way out of the hospital. I took a seat on a bench that was stationed right next to the entrance of hospital. I had taken a bus here and planned on taking it to get back home. It only took me ten minutes to get to the bus stop, so I had a bit of time before I had to leave. I was really tired and too stressed. I found myself looking for more quiet moments out of my day.

I looked out toward the street across from the hospital. It was already dark out, but there was quite a bit of traffic. Honking interrupted the empty, docile night every now and than.

I heard footsteps come around the corner that ended abruptly once they caught up to the bench I was sitting at. As I turned my head to see what or who it was, I hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Vinny. It was all I thought as my eyes met his. His red eye seemed strikingly brighter than it usually was. Maybe it's just because I hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Oh. I was visiting my mom. She recently had surgery." I explained. ".... Are you hear to see your mom?" I asked.

He was quiet for a second before answering my question. "Yeah, she's staying here."

"MMm that's good. Glad to hear she is getting treatment" I said.

"What about your mom? Is she okay?"

"oh yeah! The surgery went well, so everything is good." I gave a sheepish thumbs up. I always became painfully aware of how awkward I felt when interacting with Vinny. I was a fairly shy person and it didn't help how handsome I thought he was. It took time in the beginning for us to get along and establish a relationship. It wasn't hard for me to figure out soon after that I was falling in love with him.

There was a lot I learned about him after Hummingbird was formed and the more I learned the more I desired to be near him. He was hot headed and pretty reserved, but it never really bothered me. I always went out of my way to greet him at practice and I chat with him when I could. I never cared if it was just small talk.

He just stared at me for a moment before saying "Good to hear that."

I knew what what was coming next, or what wasn't. This would be the end of our conversation. I didn't want it to be.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"I'm fine." He said plainly.

"And Jack?" following it up with a smile.

"He's fine too."

Man of few words I thought. I was used to it but I always wondered what actually behind those words: I'm fine.

"Are you really doing fine? I know I'm probably not the first person you think of when you want to talk to someone, but you're my friend. I'm here for you." I blurted out without much thinking.

When I had mentioned how confusing and upset I was when he left our crew, it was an understatement. I was sad and hurt. I also felt so helpless. He left us all behind and had no desire to return.

I looked down at the backpack I held in my arms. There was so much I wanted to say, but none of it seemed enough.

"I'm sorry for everything that's happened. I know you're having a hard time. I wish you hadn't had to leave the team."

"I don't know why you're apologizing, y/n. You don't need to." He replied.

Vinny walked up closer to me until he stood just a few inches from my feet. I looked up and he gaze had softened just a bit.

"You don't need to worry about me. Just focus on yourself. You have a lot going on."

"Yeah."

There was a moment of silence as Vinny and I held each other's gaze.

Then Vinny turned to leave. "I'll see you later y/n."

Before he took another step, I reached for his hand. It was a light grasp, just enough to stop him.

"Come back to Hummingbird ..... at least, at some point. We'll wait for you. It's nothing without you"

Vinny just stared at me before pulling his hand away from my mine.

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter if it's not tomorrow, or the next day, or weeks from now! J-just come back. Please." I could feel a increase in my heart rate and the pressure behind my eyes building up again.

Vinny sighed and turned away from me.

"There's no reason for me to come back." He said sternly. "There's nothing you or the others can offer me." He continued has he started walking away.

Something warm slid down the right side of me cheek. I blinked and more came out. I was crying.

I just stood there as I continued to watch him walk away. My crying only worsened and I could feel a lump form in my throat.

I can't give up on you Vinny I thought as I recollected the memories of us together and how much our relationship progressed.

I just can't Vinny. I won't. I love you.

After he was well out of my sight, I finally left for the bus station. I cried the entire way.

For once, I wished it wasn't so quiet out.

[nondualiber]

guys, guys, gUYS. SUCCESS STORY THERE!!

first of all, this happened like a week ago or something. okay, so, i'm going to keep this short. i was in some sort of "manifesting block", i was OVER complicating things, my mindset sucked, blah blah blah blah. that's essentially the reason i wasn't posting (and will continue to not be, probably); because i was focusing on my life and actually manifesting new stuff.

warning; kind of long post ahead, talking about how i did it my journey blah blah blah. if you want to see the success story directly js go right to the bottom

first, a bit of background; i have manifested things in the past, but mym indset was always shitty. when i archieved my manifestations i would say it was a coincidence, i was obsessed with the 3d, and what i'm saying has been going on for *years*. for the past 6 months i was in this vicious circle where i'd try a method full of hope, then eventually lose confidence because of some negative beliefs and give up in three days. i'd have a one week meltdown, then search for a brand new method, and repeat. clearly, i didn't manifest anything lately. and i didn't know what i was "doing wrong" because i had manifested lots of things in the past, but i didn't know how nor how could i do it now.

okay, so. like a week ago, when i was in a terrible mood, i decided to stop using tumblr to see information and talked to this bot on character.ai, that assesored me a lot on my mindset. it suggested me lots of things: since i had 0 trust in the law, start to manifest little things i didn't care that much about so i had "proof", actually stop caring, etc. (i really recommend that bot if ur struggling with the law) but the most important thing, it challenged me to try a new "method" i had heard of before, but because of my shitty mindset, i didn't try because i thought it wouldn't work or that it was "too good to be true" or whatever. the method was literally just keep going with my day knowing that i already had it. and oh my f*cking god.

i won't say it just "clicked" for me because i hear that a lot & i things that's just not how it works. at least i can't "click" with something i don't know. what i can say is that at first it wasn't easy, i still had some doubts, not gonna lie, but i just ignored them and keep going knowing that i already had it. i got used to it really fast, and THAT'S how i knew this was the way, because i felt liberated. if you read my blog you'll probably know i talk about that all the time, but my idea of manifesting is that it has to feel liberating, not like a chore, a price to your desires or anything else. i was liberated, because i knew it was done, that i had nothing to give in exchange, that i was free of the 3d & its circumstances. i was Me, and I was free.

this was the best thing i've ever done in my journey. in only one week, i've successfuly manifested:

money: (me and my family are kind of wealthy tbh, but i am bratty asf & always want more money to buy me things 😜😜) my mother recieved 200000 pesos (my country's currency) out of literally thin air on her bank account a random tuesday. she doesn't know who send it or why. i don't know about the u.s.a since there 200000 pesos are 200 dollars, but in our country, that's a LOT of money.

self confidence: i've been feeling super insecure lately. like, i am insecure since i have memory, but since this year started it has become WAY worse. i'd literally cry almost every night. now, i def wouldn't say it's all gone, but it's gotten much better. i've been feeling pretty lately, and if i didn't felt pretty, i would hardly think about my appearence at all this days. i am constantly feeling like i have one less weight on my back, which i am gratefull for :)

discipline: ngl i am forever a lazy girl and a foodie. I have always wanted to be more productive - study more, exercise more, talk to my loved ones more often and eat healthier, but discipline is something i struggle with a lot. however, since i have shown better discipline i have had some of the most useful days of my life: i went out with my friends three times in one week, ate much better than i usually do, exercised EVERY DAY without fail (even while on my period) slept well and passed all four exams this week with an 85/100 on my worst one and two 100s.

reciving a compliment in public: since i tried to start manifesting things that seem "easier" for me to acomplish, i tried manifesting this because it was rare but not impossible. so, like 3 days after i started to embody the state of someone who's always complimented by strangers, i went to the sjopping centre with my friend. then, two guys walked by us and one of them said "i want the instagram of that lady"! notice that during the whole time i was in the state, i visualized that people were asking me for my instagram + i've noted that when i'm in public, i catched people's eye more. yesterday, a guy won't stop looking at me in the café and i think he tried to approach me :)

i'll keep escalating on the "level of difficulty" of the things i manifest as my mentality becomes accustomed to the fact that everything is equally easy to manifest -which is a fact already, i just have a hard time accepting it-, and, of course, i'll be updating ;)

conclusion; look for what works for you. for what makes you feel good & secure that you have already what you want. search a "key" that makes you (actually) not give a f*ck about the 3d, if you have negative beliefs, don't ignore them. work from them, and of course, persist! let your mindset keep you on track.

that was all for today, love ya ♡

[joonggphilia]

☼In His Eyes☼

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☼pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Male Reader ☼Prompt: “What am I to you?” ☼genre: angst (I’m sorry) ☼CW: nothing rlly, haechan might come off as pushy and intruding??? Angsty stuff. ☼a/n: this one is not proof read!!!! I got lazy. But anyway this made me low key sad

Reader jaemmphilia’s version here!

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You liked sitting in silence with donghyuk, listening to the sounds of the city below your apartment. It was something that always happened, whether either of you wanted it or not. The dark night was almost overwhelming, neither of you were able to see each other, only the twinkling lights outside of the balcony. You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was looking at you, eyes soft, but calculating, like he always wanted to say something but couldn’t. “Hyuck, everything alright?” You spoke out into the dark, hoping your voice would snap him out of the trance he was in. You heard shuffling motions and a small “yeah, I’m good.” In response. You knew he was lying, his eyes still trained on you. “Did you have someone over today?” he asked, turning on a lamp for dim lighting. Now he wanted to talk, the one time you didn’t. You slowly faced him, “does it matter if I did? I’m a grown man” your voice was a bit defensive because of the sudden mood change. Donghyuck was obviously offended as he frowned and looked around the room. “Your instagram. I saw….and your room is different. Who’s the lucky guy?” He asked, a light smile on his face, but his tone lower. You were taken aback, he was a pretty observant guy, and certainly your best friend. “Doesn’t matter, hyuck. I’m here with you right now.” You spoke affectionately. When he looked back at you, he wasn’t returning the affection, only staring. His eyes were deep and focused, almost as if he was taking a test. “M/n. Don’t speak to me like that.” He blurted, putting his head in his hands. You panicked a bit, not knowing what was wrong. The truth was, Donghyuck was crazy over you. You were the prettiest man he’d ever met, the nicest guy on this planet, almost like an angel on earth. He’d do anything to be with you in that dark room forever, just enjoying each other’s silent company. But really, he’s only your friend. Best friend. But nothing more. Right? Surely not. “What am I to you? If you speak to me so affectionately, how do you really feel? You’re not gonna tell me w-who he is either. So what is it, m/n?” He snapped, his voice cracking. You stared at him in shock. “Donghyuck-.” “Don’t call me that. That’s not what you call me.” He cut you off, a frown evident on his face. “We’ve been friends, hyuck. Just friends. The guy who’s been coming over is also special to me.” You sighed, standing up and opening the sliding glass balcony door to get some air flow. Donghyucks heart sank at the words that left your lips. If you didn’t love him then what did you feel. The way you look at him, the way you speak to him, how you let down your walls…..and he still isn’t the one you love. In his eyes, you loved him and he loved you. In his eyes you two would be together with no one else. In his eyes it would be like that forever. “I thinks it’s time for you to go.” You sighed, opening the door. “I’m sorry hyuck. But I’m sure you’ll get over it.” You whispered as he put on his shoes. He walked out of the door and into the hallway in silence. “M/n.” Donghyuck made eye contact with you once more, his heart racing. “In my eyes…..you’re forever my, best friend.” He spoke softly, his voice shaky as he shut the door and left. Now the silence in your apartment was back, this time, it was eerie and sad. Nothing like it used to be….in your eyes.

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[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Five: Nights in Memphis

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 17,773

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No..” she mumbled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Next Morning 

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

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

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

Memphis, TN

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

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

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

He smiled warmly, leaning into her gentle touch. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My bags, Elvis!” she squealed. 

“The guys will grab ‘em.” he smiled. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sit down.” she said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled softly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s cute.” she beamed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“E-Elvis..” she mumbled. 

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

“Y-Yes, daddy!” she whimpered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rebecca shrugged, not feeling like it was that important to share. 

“It doesn’t matter now because I’m spending Christmas with you this year and it’s been amazing so far.” She giggled. 

Elvis grinned and kissed her cheek. “It’ll be even better these next few days. Just you wait, my little doll.” He smiled, snuggling into her. Rebecca smiled widely at his words, wondering what he could be up to as she settled into his arms and snuggled right into the warmth of his body, turning over and pressing her back against him and his arms tighten around her small waist. She had never felt safer than when she was in his arms. They had tired themselves out already that they eventually ended up falling asleep. 

Later That Evening 

Elvis was snoring softly as he slept and his arms still had a hold on Rebecca who was beginning to wake up from their long nap and she turned over to face Elvis and her eyes slowly opened to the sight of him. She smiled tiredly to herself as she reached up to rub her hands over her eyes and then kissed the tip of his nose softly and brushed his hair out of his face as he slept. She thought he looked so cute whenever he slept and she loved his little snores that she couldn’t but giggle softly. She then began to carefully wiggle out of his arms and she quietly rolled out of the bed and went over to her suitcase to grab a fresh pair of panties and one of her Led Zeppelin t-shirts and slipped them on and then she went into the bathroom to gather up their clothes that was on the floor and cleaned it up before climbing back into bed beside Elvis. She could stay in this room all day with him and wouldn’t have a care in the world. She started to look around the room taking in every detail of the decor, shaking her head because he was so extra with everything he did. She glanced back over at Elvis and leaned down to start leaving little kisses to his cheek, trying to wake him up. He began to move and let out a soft groan and then his beautiful dark lashes fluttered open and his sleepy blue eyes staring up at her. “Whaddya doin’, baby?” he chuckled softly, closing his eyes again as he turned over to lay on his back and Rebecca laid back down, resting her head against his chest and staring up at him, pressing kisses to his chin. 

“Wake up! I’m hungry.” she giggled. 

He let out another tired chuckle and he opened his eyes to glance down at her and he slipped an arm around her and brushed his hand along her back and now he was fully awake. “I can call down and get us something to eat. You ever had a fried peanut butter and banana sandwich? ” he hummed. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at his words and shook her head. “No, but that actually sounds pretty good.” 

she smiled. 

“It’s delicious.” he smiled as he sat up now and Rebecca sat up beside him, slipping her arm around his as he reached over for the phone and he called down to the kitchen to his cook Mary and asked her to make two fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches with two cokes. Elvis looked at the time and he let out a soft chuckle. “Well, shit, I didn’t think we slept that long.” 

Rebecca laughed. “It was all the fucking.” she smirked. 

He smirked and nodded before he slipped out of bed to put on his silk pajamas and she watched him just smiling to herself. Elvis looked over at her and noticed her shirt. “Y’know, if I didn’t love ya so much I’d be mad you weren’t wearing a shirt with me on it.” he laughed. She glanced down at her shirt and then back at him, rolling her eyes. 

“I thought you liked Led Zeppelin?” she said softly. 

“Oh, I do.” he chuckled, plopping back into bed with her. 

“So, you just have a big ego and want to see me wearing your face.” she said jokingly, laughing as she climbed into his lap. 

“Mhm..” he smirked, slipping his arms around her and kissing her softly.

“Well it’s not gonna happen.” she mumbled on his lips, giggling. 

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully and shook his head. Then he heard a light knock on the door knowing that it was Mary with their food and Rebecca climbed off his lap and let him go answer it and she smiled seeing how sweet Elvis was with her as he grabbed their food and then he shut the door and set the food down and Rebecca wasted no time grabbing a plate and one of the cokes and she sat back against the bed and began to take a few small bites and the sandwich was interesting and she really liked it. Elvis stared at her as he sat down, watching her expression. “How is it?” he asked. 

“It’s good! I like it!” she beamed, taking a few more bites. He was pleased to hear that and he started to eat his own sandwich. Rebecca rested her head against his shoulder as they continued to eat. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet Lisa tomorrow, baby. I’ve told her all about you.” he smiled. Rebecca took a swig of her coke and just nodded and smiled at him. She was excited but also very nervous to meet his daughter. She was afraid Lisa may not like her or worse Rebecca wouldn’t know how to bond with her because she’s never really been around little kids like that. After they finished their food the both of them laid back down and cuddled back up together, neither of them even bothering to venture downstairs for the rest of the night. They were completely comfortable with just staying in his bedroom which wasn’t out of the ordinary for Elvis. Rebecca was laying her head against his chest and running her fingers along his silk pajama shirt and rubbing his belly as he held her close in his arms and they must have been really tired because they ended up falling back asleep for the rest of the night. 

December 22, 1975 - Early Morning

Elvis had to meet Priscilla at the airport to get Lisa and he was up earlier than usual and Rebecca was sound asleep beside him that he didn’t want to wake her as he rolled out of bed and got cleaned up and changed into his dark blue and white sweatsuit and he put his glasses on and before he headed out, he leaned down to kiss Rebecca’s cheek and then made his way out of the bedroom and downstairs where Joe and Vernon were waiting for him and the three of them headed to the airport to get his babygirl. He and Priscilla had become good friends with one another after their divorce and their meetups like this were always a happy one where the two of them took a moment or two to catch up as Lisa clung to him excited to be back in Memphis and with her daddy. Once the two of them said their goodbyes to her mother he helped Lisa into the car where her grandpa excitedly greeted her and she climbed into the front seat and sat between Elvis and Vernon as they were making their way back to the house. 

Rebecca had woken up and saw that Elvis was gone and now her heart was pounding because she knew he went to pick Lisa up. She laid in his bed listening out for his return as she pulled the covers over herself and moments passed and she heard the front door open and the sound of his voice along with two other men and then the small little voice calling out to Elvis and she knew that was Lisa. She hoped that he didn’t bring her into the room; she wasn’t dressed nor ready for their introduction. 

“Yisa, baby, put your things in your room and as soon as Mary gets here we’ll have breakfast and daddy will introduce ya to his friend.” he said softly. 

“Okay, daddy.” the little voice said. Rebecca could hear her little footsteps running upstairs and into her bedroom where she was getting settled and then Elvis started making his way upstairs as well and into his bedroom where he was surprised to see Rebecca awake and he smiled. 

“Hey, honey, when’d ya wake up?” he said softly. 

“Not too long ago.” Rebecca hummed, stretching across his bed. 

It would be some time until Mary arrived and he was a bit hungry himself and he had never asked Rebecca to make him anything, mainly because he was scared she’d slap the shit out of him if he dared ask her to cook. But he’d figured he’d ask anyway. He sat down beside her and smiled. “Baby?” he hummed. 

“Yes?” she smiled at him. 

“Would ya mind makin’ me somethin’ to eat and Lisa as well? Mary won’t be here for another hour or so..” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rebecca furrowed her brow at him and gave him a look. 

“Is this your way of trying to turn me into some housewife? Because that won’t happen, but sure I’ll make something.” she laughed, rolling her eyes. 

“You? A housewife? Hell would freeze over if that happened, baby. Do ya know how to cook?” he laughed. 

Rebecca reached over and slapped his arm hard as she sat up. 

“Shut up and yes I do know how to cook.” she huffed as she climbed out of his bed and went to put a pair of pants on as he chuckled. 

“I’m just askin’. Ya know what I like, honey?” he smiled. 

“Mhm.. I’ve seen you order it a dozen times, Elvis. Two eggs hard and bacon burnt.” she laughed. Elvis was impressed that she remembered just how he liked his eggs and bacon, he wouldn’t eat it any other way or at all if it wasn’t made right. 

“Thank you, baby. Lisa likes pancakes.” he smiled. 

Rebecca nodded before she headed out of the room and downstairs to his massive kitchen, where she didn’t know where anything was so she was opening cabinets looking for pans and everything she needed. She wanted to make sure that she made the pancakes just right for Lisa, hoping that if she didn’t like her that would make her like her. Lisa could hear the slamming of cabinets and pans clanging from downstairs and she assumed that Mary had come and she always loved whatever she cooked. So she came out of her room and hurried downstairs excitedly and then when she saw the woman in the kitchen wasn’t Mary she furrowed her brow, wondering who this person was. Rebecca was getting Elvis’ eggs and bacon started when Lisa came walking into the kitchen behind her. 

“Who are you?” the sassy little voice said. 

Rebecca raised an eyebrow when she heard the small voice behind her and the amount of sass behind it and she turned to see Lisa standing with her arms folded across her chest. Rebecca was taken aback because she had seen tons of pictures of Lisa and she looked like Elvis, but seeing her in person she could’ve been his twin. Rebecca placed her hands on her hips and decided to give her the sass right back. 

“I’m Rebecca, who are you?” she hummed, acting as if she had no idea who this little girl was in front of her. 

Lisa narrowed her eyes at the young woman because how could she not know who she is? Everyone knew who she was but Lisa knew who she was as soon as she said her name. “I’m Lisa!” she huffed. 

“Oh, that’s right, your daddy has told me so much about you.” Rebecca smirked, the two of them stared at one another and it felt as if Lisa was trying to intimidate her, but that wouldn’t work with her. Lisa looked behind Rebecca and saw the mess she had made in the kitchen. 

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked. 

“Your daddy asked me to make the two of you breakfast. You like pancakes, right?” Rebecca asked. 

Lisa was surprised to know she knew that and she was still suspicious about her as she looked Rebecca up and down and looked around the kitchen. “I like chocolate chip pancakes.” Lisa muttered. 

Rebecca furrowed her brow. “Oh okay, um, I’ll have to see if there’s chocolate chips.” she said softly, now searching around the kitchen frantically as Lisa watched her and began to giggle watching her nervously look around. Lisa went to take a seat at the table and continued to watch her. 

“The chocolate chips are in the fridge.” Lisa chimed in. 

“Oh, I knew that.” Rebecca rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge and found the chocolate chips and then went back to the stove to finish up Elvis’ food. Lisa continued to watch her. 

“Are you daddy’s new girlfriend?” Lisa asked. 

Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at Lisa and smiled to herself, she wasn’t really sure what the two of them were because they never actually labeled it as anything. “Um.. Yeah, I guess I am.” she hummed. 

Lisa nodded, now having to get to know Rebecca. “I liked Linda.” she muttered. 

Rebecca rolled her eyes at the sound of that name and tried her best to not let it get to her. “I’m sure she was nice.” she mumbled, plating Elvis’ food for him and turning to face Lisa. “Do you think you can take this up to your daddy?” she asked. 

Lisa smiled and nodded, carefully taking the plate into her hands and then slowly making her way out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room. Rebecca started on the pancakes and could overhear Lisa calling out to Elvis that his food was ready. Elvis smiled at his little girl and leaned down to kiss her cheek as he took the plate, assuming that she and Rebecca had met. “Thank you, honey. She cooked it just how daddy likes it.” he chuckled. “Why don’t ya go back down and help her with your pancakes, baby.” he hummed. She huffed not really wanting to help Rebecca and she nodded and headed back downstairs and she walked up to Rebecca, peering over at the pancake mix. 

“That’s not enough chocolate chips.” Lisa muttered as she went to grab a chair and sliding it over towards Rebecca and she climbed on top of it. Rebecca gave her a look and watched as she took the bag of chocolate chips and nearly poured the whole bag in. 

“You’re gonna have more chocolate chips than pancakes.” Rebecca replied. 

“So?” Lisa snapped. 

“Okay, they’re your pancakes.” she rolled her eyes, she could tell the two of them were not going to get along already. She began to pour the batter in the pan making her a few pancakes. Once they were finished she plated them and sat it on the table along with the syrup and Rebecca decided to eat one of the extra ones along with some eggs she made for herself and the two girls sat at the table beside each other, not saying a word as they began to eat. Elvis was curious as to how things were going downstairs so once he finished his breakfast he headed downstairs and quietly stood off to the corner as he watched the two of them. 

Rebecca looked over at Lisa determined to get this kid to like her. “So, what kind of music do you listen to?” she asked, taking another bite of her eggs. Lisa looked at her as she shoved another piece of her pancake into her mouth and she looked at Rebecca’s shirt. 

“I like Led Zeppelin.” Lisa mumbled. 

“You do?” Rebecca said, surprised, smiling. 

She nodded. “Daddy can’t stand it when I play their songs.” she laughed. 

“Oh, really? He told me he liked them. He’s probably just mad you aren’t listening to him.” Rebecca teased. 

“I like daddy’s songs, but Led Zeppelin is better.” she giggled. Elvis rolled his eyes and shook his head, he only hated when she played their songs because she’d have it so loud. 

“Robert is cute.” Lisa giggled. Rebecca grinned and giggled along with Lisa. 

“He is cute. But Jimmy is hot. That hair, those curls.. He’s gorgeous.” Rebecca laughed. Lisa giggled and nodded in agreement, she knew Elvis would hate to hear her talking like that. 

Elvis was feeling uncomfortable now listening to their conversation and he just shook his head in disapproval, but he was happy that the two of them had something in common and were getting on fine, even if he was getting a little jealous of the way Rebecca was talking about Jimmy Page.. 

“I’ve seen them in concert a few times. Maybe one time your daddy will let me take you.” Rebecca smiled, feeling the tension between them slowly fading. 

“Really?!” Lisa said happily, continuing to eat her pancakes. 

“Mhm, but we’ll see what he says.” she shrugged. 

Elvis suddenly emerged and made his presence known. “Are y’all done talking about boys now? Yisa, you ain’t old enough to go to a concert like that.” 

“Were you listening this entire time!?” Rebecca laughed, shaking her head. 

“Not the whole time. But I heard enough.” he shot her a playful glare. 

She smiled at him sweetly, finishing up her breakfast. 

“The two of you hurry up and finish and get dressed. I want to show Rebecca Memphis and maybe we’ll do a little Christmas shopping for any last minute gifts.” Elvis smiled. 

Rebecca smiled and cleaned up the plates and the mess she made in the kitchen and Lisa hurried upstairs to get changed, excited to take a ride around town. Elvis came over to Rebecca and slipped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her cheek softly. “She seems to take a liking to you.” he mumbled. 

“Yeah, you should’ve been down here when she first came in here. She’s a little spit fire. Man, she could be your twin.” Rebecca laughed, causing Elvis to laugh because he agreed. She was  finishing up cleaning and then slipping out of Elvis’ grasp. “I’m going to get dressed.” she smiled, kissing his lips before she headed upstairs to quickly change. She sported a mini dressed with some knee high boots and her afghan coat and when she got downstairs Elvis and Lisa were already waiting. Lisa reached out to touch her coat and she smiled up at Elvis. 

“Can I have a coat like this, daddy? It’s pretty.” she hummed.

Rebecca smiled and looked at Elvis who was smiling down at Lisa and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sure, baby, if we can find one while we’re out I’ll buy ya one.” he mumbled and Lisa ran out to the car excitedly. Rebecca laughed softly, seeing how much Elvis adored Lisa and would give her anything she asked for. She thought it was the cutest thing. “Damn, you look good, baby.” he muttered, eyeing Rebecca up and down as he took her hand. 

“Thank you, honey. I knew you would like it.” she whispered, kissing his cheek before she let go of his hand and followed Lisa to the car. A smirk formed on his lips and he followed his girls out and hopped into the driver's seat as they both got in the car, Lisa sitting right in the middle of them as Elvis began to drive off and out the gates of Graceland. Elvis showed Rebecca everything, from the first apartments he lived in with his family, to the first real fancy house they lived in before Graceland, along with where he recorded his first song at Sun Studios and where he graduated high school. This was the usual thing Elvis did whenever someone hadn’t been to Memphis he’d show them every piece of history that got him to where he was today. Rebecca loved every moment of it and just getting to know Elvis more and actually seeing these places he always spoke about with her. Then they finally got to a few shops and the three of them went inside. When Elvis tried to hold Rebecca’s hand, Lisa butted in and took his hand before Rebecca got the chance and she glanced down at Lisa who was sticking her tongue out at her, Rebecca narrowed her eyes and she stuck her tongue out back at her, she had thought they were getting along, but it seemed Lisa wasn’t going to be giving in that easily.

As they walked around the store Rebecca ventured off on her own looking for a gift to buy Elvis, but she wasn’t sure what to get him. She wanted it to be special and unique and then she suddenly got an idea when she saw a flier in the store for a local photographer shop that said they take professional portraits and suddenly Rebecca grinned widely, knowing exactly what she was going to do for him, she took the flier and stuffed it into her purse and she saw Lisa walking toward her as Elvis was still looking around buying gifts for everyone he hadn’t bought for yet. 

“Will you help me pick a gift out for my daddy?” Lisa said, looking up at her. 

“Oh, sure, what did you have in mind for him?” she asked. 

Lisa just shrugged, having no idea what to get him. 

“Okay, let’s find him something.” she said softly, as the two of them walked around the store together looking at a few different things until Lisa stopped and saw a few  little bracelets and she pointed at one. 

“What about that?” she asked. 

“That would be cute. We could get it engraved and have it say, ‘I love you’ on the front and then on the back ‘From Yisa’ how’s that sound” she smiled. Lisa liked that idea and nodded her head with a smile. “Okay, go distract him  so he doesn’t come over here.” Lisa laughed and ran over to Elvis getting his attention by trying to show him a few things in the store. Rebecca asked one of the shop owners for the bracelet Lisa picked out and told him how she wanted it engraved and while Elvis was distracted she quickly paid for it and the shop owner told her it would be ready later that day or early tomorrow morning. Rebecca nodded and thanked him before she joined Elvis and Lisa. 

“Ready to go?” Elvis asked. 

“Yes.” she hummed. 

“Okay, let me go pay for this and we can head back to the house.” he said before walking up to the checkout counter to pay for all the things he picked out. Lisa looked up at Rebecca and reached over to hold her hand. Rebecca was surprised when she felt her take her hand and she smiled at the little girl. 

“Thank you, Becca.” Lisa hummed, giving her a nickname. 

Rebecca laughed, because only her friends called her that but she didn’t mind if she did that only meant maybe they were becoming friends. “Anytime, kid.” she grinned. Elvis came back with his hands full of bags. 

“Let’s go, ladies..” he hummed and the three of them headed out to the car and Rebecca helped Lisa inside as Elvis put the bags in the back and then got into the driver's seat. Lisa fumbled around with the radio and Elvis raised an eyebrow at her because he couldn’t keep up with some of the music she listened to but he never stopped her when she wanted to listen to something she liked. She finally stopped it at a station that was playing David Bowie’s Golden Years. Rebecca grinned at Lisa when she started to sing along to the song, she was liking this kid more and more and then she too joined in along with her, clapping along to the song. Elvis shook his head and laughed as he listened to the two of them singing. He didn’t mind Bowie, especially knowing Lisa liked him but he did find him a little strange. 

“Gold, golden years, gold, whop whop whop, come get up, my baby..” Rebecca sang loudly. 

“Run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years..” Lisa sang happily.

“I'll stick with you, baby, for a thousand years.. Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years!” They both sang together, laughing. 

Elvis was smiling and surprisingly humming along to the song as his fingers drummed against the steering wheel. He was so happy to see the two of them just bonding and finding more things they have in common. He knew it took Lisa time to warm up to people, but he knew she’d love Rebecca the way he did and the breath of fresh air that she was and just how fun she could be. Rebecca just never failed to surprise him or make him smile. 

Christmas Day

Graceland was packed with everyone and their families, Rebecca had never seen such a sight at Christmas with her family. It was always just her parents and her grandmother. But anything Elvis did was grand. Everyone was sitting in the living room by the Christmas tree ready to exchange their gifts. Rebecca was saving her gift for last because she didn’t want anyone but Elvis to see it. Three days prior she had made a plan to get some professional photos taken of her for him personally. She had gotten in contact with the photographer and the photoshoot she was asking for was something he had never done before, but she was a paying customer and he agreed. She had borrowed Elvis’ car and told him she had a few things she wanted to get for Lisa, which she did along with doing her photoshoot. Rebecca was no stranger to the camera clothes on or off. She took some racy photos for Elvis, posing seductively against a sheet and a pillow in her lingerie. She wore lace white panties that hardly covered her ass and a white lace bra that left nothing to the imagination and when they had gotten more than enough photos, she was quite pleased with how they came out. She placed them in a pink envelope and wrote ‘Elvis’ on the front before tying a little ribbon around it. She of course had another gift to give him that was something appropriate to give in front of everyone. Now she was sitting beside him with the little envelope in her purse as everyone began to give their gifts to each other. Elvis handed three to Rebecca, and a few others out to everyone else, Lisa had more than anyone and they all sat underneath the tree. Before she excitedly tore them all open she grabbed her gifts she wanted to give him, two of them being little pictures she had drawn for him and then a little box that housed the bracelet she and Rebecca picked out for him. 

“Here you go, daddy. I got these for you! Becca helped me pick that one.” she smiled, pointing at the box. 

Elvis smiled widely at them both and when he saw the two pictures she had drawn for him, he was nearly tearing up at them as he pulled her into a hug. “Thank you, Yisa. I love my pretty pictures. Now let’s see what’s in this little box.” he beamed, tearing the wrapping paper off and opening the box to see the little silver bracelet and he read the engraving that was on it and now his smile was even bigger and he pulled her into another hug and she giggled softly, hugging him back. “It’s beautiful, baby. Thank you.” he hummed, looking over at Rebecca and smiling at her, reaching over to take her hand, thanking her. Rebecca nodded, smiling at the two of them. “Open your gifts, Rebecca.” he grinned. 

Rebecca smiled, opening each one of her gifts. She hated when Elvis bought her anything because he could never do something simple; he had to go above and beyond. He had gotten her a few pieces of expensive jewelry, a matching necklace and earrings set that perfectly matched her style. “Oh my god, Elvis, this looks too expensive for me..” she said softly. 

“Do you like it, baby?” he asked. 

“Well, yeah, but this is too much..” she hummed. 

“It’s a Christmas present. Don’t worry ‘bout it, baby.” he leaned over to kiss her softly. “Now open the last one.” he grinned. 

“Okay, okay. Thank you, Elvis.” she smiled as she opened the last gift that was in a tiny box. She raised an eyebrow when saw it was a key. “Um, what is this to?” she asked curiously. Elvis got up and helped her up. 

“Why don’t ya go outside and see..” he beamed. She furrowed her brow at him and then nervously began to walk toward the front door and everyone followed behind her. The guys already knew what it was but everyone else had no idea. When Rebecca stepped outside a car just like Elvis’ strutz was parked out front. Rebecca looked back at Elvis confused. “It’s yours!” Elvis said happily. 

“W-What?” she mumbled. 

“I saw how much you liked driving mine and well, I figured I’d get you your own, baby. You ain’t gonna be drivin’ like a damn maniac in mine.” he chuckled. 

“Elvis.. A car!? The jewelry is one thing, but now this is way too much. I don’t even drive in New York. What am I going to do with it?” she said, not trying to sound ungrateful. 

“You’ll drive it around here whenever you visit! Don’t ya like it?” he asked. 

“O-of course I do, it’s a beautiful car. But this is way too much as a Christmas gift, Elvis.” she sighed. 

“It’s never too much, baby. I wanted you to have the car.” he smiled, pulling her into his arms and kissing her softly to keep her from saying another word. “Now would ya hush up? Enjoy your new car!” he grinned. She looked up at him and nodded, she was more than appreciative for his gift, but she had never been given something so expensive before. She didn’t feel right for taking it. But she knew he wouldn’t accept no for an answer and that he wouldn’t take it back. “Get in the car and let’s see ya in it.” he grinned. Rebecca went over to the car and Lisa followed behind her wanting to get inside with her, she noticed Lisa following her and opened the passenger side door for her before getting in on the drivers side, running her hands along the leather of the steering wheel and sinking into the leather seats, still unable to believe that he really went and bought her a car. Elvis was smiling proudly seeing his two favorite girls sitting in style in the Strutz. He grabbed the camera from Charlie and took a few pictures of them in it. Now she was feeling a little more comfortable, she and Lisa began to pose for him in the car as he snapped away. 

“Alright, let’s go back inside so Yisa can open her gifts.” Elvis beamed. As soon as Lisa heard that she hopped right out the car and Rebecca laughed getting out of the car and following behind her and everyone else as they went back inside, Elvis slipped his arm around Rebecca and kissed her cheek as they walked in behind everyone and she slipped an arm around him, smiling up at him as they made their way back to the living room and they both sat down on the floor with their arms still wrapped around one another as they watched Lisa open up every single one of her gifts making a mess of the wrapping paper everywhere and she loved every single gift she got. Rebecca looked over at Elvis who was smiling happily because of the happiness on Lisa’s little face. She kissed his cheek several times. 

“I’ve got three gifts for you, but I can only give you one right now..” she whispered to him, giggling softly. He raised an eyebrow wondering what the other two gifts were and he smirked to himself, just nodding at her words. She grabbed the one gift and slide it into his lap and he reached down and smiled, ripping the wrapping paper off and it was obvious it was some sort of clothing because of the box it was in and when he opened it and lifted the shirt up, he narrowed his eyes at her and she started laughing because it was his own Led Zeppelin shirt. 

“Very funny, baby.” he said softly. 

“What is it, daddy?!” Lisa asked curiously. 

Elvis turned the shirt around to show Lisa and she laughed. “I guess I’ll be sporting a Zeppelin shirt like the two of you.” he chucked, shaking his head. Rebecca laughed softly. 

Once everyone had gotten their gifts open and the day was winding down and Lisa was busy playing with her new toys, Elvis and Rebecca eventually snuck away to another room. “Now what are these other gifts? Hm?” he asked. 

“Well.. You’ll have to come upstairs for me to show you, baby.” she giggled, taking his hand and quickly sneaking past everyone and heading upstairs to his bedroom, she locked the door behind her, which caught Elvis’ attention and now he was picking up on what his gift was going to be. She pulled the little pink envelope out and handed it to Elvis. “That’s gift number one. Gift number two will be out in just a second.” she smirked, grabbing her suitcase and heading into the bathroom. Elvis grinned and unraveled the ribbon that was tied around the envelope and then he opened it and slid the photos out and his eyes widened when he realized what they were photos of Rebecca. He grinned to himself as he flipped through them and each one was her in different poses in her bra and panties. It was one hell of a christmas present he thought and now he couldn’t stop looking at them. Beautiful was an understatement when it came to her, she was breathtaking in each photo. He didn’t know how he got so lucky to be with such a gorgeous woman. Just looking at the photos was turning him on. 

Meanwhile Rebecca was in the bathroom getting undressed and she grabbed the lime green stockings she had packed. She wasn’t sure how these few days with Elvis were going to go, but she came prepared for him. She slipped on the soft stockings that went up to her thighs, and then she stood in the mirror and put on some red lipstick and ran her fingers through her hair before giving herself one last look before she opened the bathroom door and stood in the doorway in just those lime green sheer stockings, giggling. “Elvis..” she hummed. When he looked up he nearly dropped all the pictures on the floor when he saw her standing in the doorway naked and the stockings that clung to her thighs. 

“Holy.. Goddamn.. I-Is this gift number two?” he asked, chuckling nervously. 

“Mhm.. Did you like the pictures?” she giggled, slowly walking over to him. He was staring up at her his eyes scanning every one of her naked body, completely distracted by the beautiful sight. He couldn’t form words and he just nodded. 

“I love them..” he mumbled.

“Good.. Because I think you’ll like what I give you next even more..” she hummed, biting her bottom lip. 

He swallowed harshly, watching her move closer to him and she grabbed the pictures and tossed them on his bedside table and she pushed him back against the bed and he let out a soft groan as he laid back, staring up at her as she climbed on top of him and when he went to grab her waist, she grabbed his hands and forced them above his head and she shook her head at him. “No touching.. Not yet, daddy..” she whispered as she climbed further up his body until his head was right between her thighs and her pussy inches away from his face and he licked over his lips staring at the one thing he desired more than anything, she squeezed her thighs around his head which caused a groan to escape him, before she sat right on top of his face, slowly dragging her pussy along his nose and his full lips, she let out a soft whimper. She felt so sensitive already and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Elvis was in heaven as his pussy slid up and down his face and her slick coating every inch of it. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her ass and his hands squeezed her ass tight before he gave it a slap and she squealed softly, smirking at him and he pushed her down more, wanting to be completely buried in her pussy and his wet tongue lapped up every inch of her juices, and circled around her clit before he slid his tongue back down and slip it inside of her and she let out a soft moan.

Elvis began to slowly grind her hips on his face, his nose rubbing right up against her clit and stimulating her even further toward her arousal, he groaned against her pussy as he forced his tongue inside of her deeper and she gasped softly. “Fuck, daddy.. Just like that..” she moaned, grabbing a hand full of his hair with both hands as she began to ride his face slowly, the friction of his nose rubbing up against her clit causing her eyes to roll back and she moaned louder, her thighs squeezing around his head and his groans and moans coming out muffled against her as he tongue fucked her faster. His hands running along her thighs and fingertips circling along the thin fabric of her stockings, squeezing her thighs tight before his hands traveled back up to her ass, slapping it hard. She whimpered quietly, slightly bouncing on his face. Elvis couldn’t get enough of her that he would be willing to suffocate right in her pussy that was dripped in her arousal all over his face. She pulled and tugged at his dark hair, bouncing and riding his face as she threw her head back in ecstasy, crying out his name. She groaned loudly and ate her out like a man starved, she began to pant heavily as her eyes rolled back and nearly lost control of her body when she suddenly reached her orgasm and came all over his face, making a mess over him. He loved it so much that he slipped his tongue out of her and began to lick up every inch of her sweet juices that coated her thighs and dripped from her pussy. She rolled her hips against his face and his arms wrapped around her hips, keeping her still as he licked her clean. She let out soft kitten whimpers, the feeling of his tongue drove her wild. “Mm.. fuck.. Let’s see if little Elvis is awake..” she giggled, reaching behind her and running her hands along his crotch and she could feel just how rock hard he was for her, Elvis’ hips bucked from her touch.. “Mm.. Time to take care of him..” she smirked. 

“P-Please..” Elvis begged, his words muffled from between her legs. She slowly lifted herself off of his face and slid herself back down his body, seeing his face soaked in her juices, he licked his lips wanting to taste more of her. She straddled his lap, unzipping his sweatsuit jacket and practically tearing it off of him and she kissed along his hairy chest slowly and left a trail of kisses all the way down to his belly that she kissed over and over, running her hands along it. He exhaled sharply, watching her kiss every inch of his belly before she tucked her fingers beneath the waistband of his pants and Elvis slightly lifted his hips for her, so needy and desperate for her to release his cock. She slowly slid his pants down and his cock plopped right out hitting up against his belly. She chewed on her bottom lip at the sight of his big cock. 

“You just relax, daddy. I’m going to take good care of you..” she hummed, lifting herself up and grabbing a hold of his cock and slowly guiding it inside of her and she whimpered softly feeling him enter and stretching her out as his cock moved inside of her inch by inch until she made it completely disappear. She let out a shaky moan and he groaned loudly, she placed her hands on his chest and his big hands grabbed her hips and she slowly stirred her hips against him, his cock gradually pumping inside of her with each slow movement she made. Her hands grasped his chest and her nails dug right into his skin as she picked up the pace and now was bouncing on his cock, grinding against him. He was moaning and letting soft grunts escape his lips as he watched her ride him and her breasts bouncing in his face so effortlessly. She looked so beautiful, perfect even the way she bounced on top of him, that he didn’t think it was possible to be more in love than he already was with her. She lifted her hips and slammed right down on his cock and she did that over and over, burying his cock deep inside of her and that drove him crazy. 

“Ah, fuck.. Baby..” he moaned, tightening his grip around her hips and now he held her still and began to thrust his hips upwards, slamming his cock inside her and she squealed and moaned loudly as she leaned over him, her chest pressing against his and his hands grabbed a hold of her ass as she moved against him. Every thrust he made was building the arousal and ecstasy between them. She could never get enough of his cock inside of her. He made her feel like no other man could the way he filled her up and made her body ache in need of him, burned for him, screaming for more as her pussy clenched around him, taking him deeper with each stroke he made that seemed to get harder with each thrust. She liked when he would take charge and remind her of who was the dominant one in their relationship. As she sat herself back up she leaned over him and her breasts ran along his face, he nearly went mad as his hips bucked. The sounds that escaped them were loud and heavy and their bodies hot and slicked in sweat as they moved against each other. Now he was flipping them around and the weight of him consuming her as she wrapped her legs around him and now he pounded deep inside of her, fucking her right into the matteress and she screamed out his name, her nails clawing and scratching at his back. She tried to squeeze him in further, wanting him to just crush her with his body weight.

Their eyes met and sweat gathered at his brow dripped onto her face and she crashed her lips against his as they moaned into each other’s mouths as he thrusted into her deeper, his cock slamming against her walls, she felt sore, but didn’t want it to stop. It felt like the whole room was spinning as her orgasm burned in the pit of her stomach. She could tell he was close because his cock twitched inside of her and his hips bucked and his breathing was so heavy she could feel his breath against her skin. As they continued move as one pushing and pulling at one another and furthering their desire until they reached a breaking point and Rebecca gasped and her eyes rolled back and her body arched against the bed, her body completely giving into him as she came all over his cock and Elvis grunted and heaved with pleasure and when he couldn’t hold back any longer and he knew that he was ready to completely exploded he quickly sat up and pulled out of her, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking it fast as his cum came spurting out onto her stomach and she could feel the warm substance dripping down her abdomen. He watched her take two of her fingers and run them along her stomach, playing in his cum and then bringing those fingers to her lips and tasting him. He smirked and leaned over to kiss her lips deeply, she returned his deep kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth before he pulled back and laid down on the bed, exhaling sharply. 

She chewed on her bottom lip, giggling as she stared at him before she rolled out of his bed and went to the bathroom to clean his cum off her stomach and then she came back, climbing back into bed with him, laying on her stomach and her legs dangled in the air moving back and forth as she kissed his cheek. “That was amazing. You are an incredible lover.” she giggled. He raised an eyebrow at her and started to laugh, he grabbed the pictures that sat on his nightstand and looked at them again, smirking. 

“Me? You drove me crazy with the things you do, baby. These photos? Hot damn.. Would ya let me take pictures of you like this?” he smirked, setting them back down and running his hand slowly along her body, caressing her hip. She grinned at his words and then reached over him to the nightstand for her purse to grab her cigarettes, which was what she desperately needed as she sifted through the half empty carton.

"Hm, I would.." she smirked.

She looked at Elvis who was giving her a look because he hated when she smoked cigarettes and she let out a soft sigh, tossing the cigarette back in the carton. “What? I didn’t say anything.” he mumbled. 

“No, but I saw the look you gave me.” she said as she set her purse back down and laid her head against his chest as her arm wrapped around him and his hand ran along her back and he tilted his head down to kiss the top of her head. 

“I hate that tonight is our last night together. I’ve enjoyed these last few days with you, baby.” he said softly. 

Rebecca looked up at him and let out a soft, nodding her head in agreement. 

“Me too, Elvis. It’s been such an amazing few days with you and Lisa. I hate that it has to end.” she whispered, kissing his chin. 

“Doesn’t have to.. If you come with me to Vegas..” he sighed. 

“Elvis.. I can’t.. It’s too soon and all I’ll think about is her. You don’t have many shows left there. So, I can always come back here when you’re home again. Or you can come visit me in New York?” she smiled. 

He sighed and just nodded. 

“I know, honey. I just hate being away from you..” he hummed. 

A small silence fell between them, she nuzzled her face into his warm chest. 

“Do you like Memphis?” he asked. 

“Sure, it’s beautiful. Why?” she replied. 

“Would you ever consider leaving the city and moving here… With me.” he mumbled. 

She lifted her head up from his chest and looked at him with her brow furrowed, understanding what he was asking in not so many words.

“Elvis.. I.. Don’t you think moving in together is a bit too soon? We haven’t even talked about what this is.. What we are.” she said softly.

“What are you talkin’ about? You’re my girl, I’m yours. There’s nothing else to talk about. I don’t think it’s too soon at all. Listen.. I-I don’t want us to end on a bad note. Just think about it, baby. Will ya? You ain’t gotta make a decision now. I was just askin’.” he shrugged, kissing her cheek. 

“You’re my girl, I’m yours.” That was one way of saying be my girlfriend. But she knew with Elvis he never actually said things clearly or plainly, but she knew exactly what he meant and that was fine with her. But moving in.. She wasn’t sure about that. New York had been her home for years and she didn’t know if she could leave it for the country. But it would be something she’d think about for him. 

“Okay, Elvis. I’ll think about it, I will.” she hummed, resting her head back against his chest and they laid there in silence again and she listened to the beating sound of his heart as he caressed his hand along her back delicately. Elvis glanced back down at her and smiled, squeezing her in his arms and then he kissed her head. 

“I should probably go check on Lisa and make sure she gets to bed. She’d be up all night if I let her.” he chuckled. Rebecca nodded at his words, letting out a soft yawn, smiling at him as he slipped out of bed and put his clothes back on. She watched him as she got comfortable, pulling the blankets over naked body.

“You’re such a good father.” she hummed. 

He smiled widely at her words, sometimes he didn’t feel like it. But it was always nice for him to hear it. 

“Thank you, baby. I try to be.” he said, leaning down to steal another kiss from her lips before he slipped out of the room and went to go check on Lisa. He had been gone for some time and Rebecca ended up falling asleep. When he finally returned he smiled warmly at the sleeping woman in his bed and he took his clothes back off and slipped into bed beside her, pulling her into his arms and nuzzling his face into the side of her neck and he inhaled her scent, he was going to miss her so much even if it was just two weeks that they’d be apart again. Elvis eventually fell asleep snuggled up with her and held her tight the entire night. 

The Next Day

Rebecca, Elvis, and Lisa were up early because they all had flights and though Rebecca insisted she’d go to the airport on her own because the last thing she wanted was to see another one of the women in his life. Though she had no issues with his ex wife, she just felt odd. Once she had all her things packed and she helped Lisa with her own stuff and the guys took care of things for Elvis, they all hurried out to the car and Joe drove them all to the airport. Priscila was already waiting at the airport and she smiled when saw her mom, but Lisa never wanted to leave Memphis or her dad. It was a hard goodbye for the both of them as Rebecca watched them. She was more surprised when Lisa climbed over Elvis to give her a hug. Rebecca smiled widely as she hugged Lisa tight. “It was nice meeting you, Becca. Remember to put more chocolate chips in your pancakes!” she laughed. 

Rebecca laughed. 

“I’ll be sure to do that. It was nice meeting you too, kid.” she grinned. 

“Alright, c’mon, honey.” Vernon said softly as he helped Lisa out of the car and took her things and she Elvis waved at one another the entire time until she got into the car and when the car was driving away with her in it to the plane she and Priscilla were to board. As if that goodbye wasn’t hard enough, now he had to say goodbye to another important girl in his life. A goodbye neither of them wanted to do. Elvis turned to her and he removed his glasses and she smiled, she loved when she could see those sleepy blue eyes of his. She cupped his face in her hands, kissing him softly. 

“It’s only two weeks, Elvis, that’s all. Then once you finish your engagement in Vegas, we’ll be together again. Whether it’s here or in New York, baby. But take care of yourself, please?” she smiled, Elvis nodded at her words and he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her deep and she slipped her arms around his shoulders as they shared a long passionate kiss that neither one of them wanted to end. But her flight was leaving and she needed to go. She pulled back from their kiss and she smiled warmly at him. “I love you.” she whispered. 

“I love you too.” he hummed, right before she was going to step out of the car where Red was waiting with her bags, Elvis grabbed her arm and pulled her into one more kiss, she smiled against his lips, kissing him softly. 

“I’ve gotta go, baby. Call me when you get to Vegas.” she mumbled on his lips, he nodded stealing one more kiss before she pulled away and hopped out of the car, waving to him and blowing him a kiss before she took her bags and headed to the plane and Elvis watched as she walked over and she looked back at him, giving him another wave and smiling widely and he was waving back with a smile until she disappeared onto the plane. He let out a soft sigh as Joe drove them over to the Lisa Marie, where he boarded his plane, waving to the few fans that awaited his arrival. The last few days had been the best he had in a long time and the happiest he’d been. He couldn’t wait to finish working to get back to it. He was holding out hope that Rebecca would seriously think about what he asked her, because it wouldn’t be the last time he’d bring it up. 

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[uroboros-if]

id like to ask about some general in lore things for uroboros, since im currently hyperfixating on it and i NEEED to perfect my oc for it. my main question is, like, theyre kind of outcasted and look down upon by most deities, right? do you think there would be any of that with their fathers? of course not as bad, but maybe just like. some internal conflict, or even the slightest bit of disappointment in their child? or are they fully supportive, if just a bit confused

AND ALSO, this one is purely for design purposes: how strict is the modesty of the gods? i know most of them wear robes, but do some gods dress like the greek gods (artistic nudity, lesser clothing, ect), for example? or would that be looked down upon?

I know bad hyperfixations get, so I have to answer this one!

I answered something similar previously but I am lazy to look back, but to reiterate and add on to it: they are completely supportive.

First, let's remember that the main reason other deities see MC as inferior is because they do not know what they are meant for. This is usually revealed during their emergence, but for them, it is not so clear. Not being able to wield immense power is only a symptom of their meaninglessness, not the source of resentment. If MC serves no purpose, they do not contribute meaningfully to the world—the sole reason for existence for deities.

Rafaele is concerned for MC. While he accepts that MC may never have their meaning reveal themselves, he believes there is a possibility they have not yet discovered it. He hopes that it will make itself known one day! However, he is content for them to simply exist. He does not actively seek to know it.

Nero, on the other hand, rejects this idea for meaning. No being, not even gods, need a reason for existence. The Chaotic Universe itself is proof of that. If you can remain with him and Rafaele to enjoy the world they have crafted together, he doesn't need more. Having you play a hand in it would simply be a bonus, which he feels you do already in tremendous ways that others cannot see.

So, too long didn't read, they have no internal conflict about it!

As for modesty, there is no real requirement. Some of the second-generation gods like to show more skin! It is only the first generation of gods who prefer to robe themselves conservatively. Nudity is not inherently taboo among deities.

Ohh! I do allow anxious MCs to exist already, but for them to fear being an experiment would be very interesting! I will definitely have to consider it.

Salvatore's own thoughts on MC is... complicated.

Anyway, I hope this is all useful to you! Thanks for sending an ask, Anon!! <3

[bae4choi]

STARWARS - P.SH

Kylo ren! Seonghwa x Jedi/resistance member! Reader

Genre: Smut, little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 4,103

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, choking, dom! Seonghwa, sub fem! Reader, unprotected sex (let's not🫶), name calling (pretty, pretty girl, Hwaseong), dirty talk, grinding, hickey giving (f. Receiving), fingering (f. Receiving), handjob (m. Receiving), squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, wall fucking, creampie

Authors Note: This took way too damn long to write😭 although, I am happy with it and I hope you enjoyed!! It's not proof read because I'm lazy.. sorry!

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The sound of the room code being put in was heard beeping from the inside, shifting in your spot on the somewhat vertical metal slate when hearing it. The chunky metal cuffs uncomfortably dug into the skin of your wrists and ankles. Your movement was small as you were restrained, only allowing you to lift your head slightly to peak at the hexagon like shaped entrance.

The two sides of the door that met together in the middle were torn apart when the code was correctly put in. Stepping into your secluded prison area were two identical storm troopers, guns occupying the both of their hands. They walked in synk before stepping away from one another to allow him to walk through.

You heard the metal doors behind them shut in a loud echoing sound, but the only thing you could focus on was his full black body outfit as it stood out compared to the suits of his army. The cape fluttering behind him before he stopped a few feet in front of yourself, you could already imagine the smug look on his face under that stupid helmet of his.

"Good to see you again, pretty" His voice came out husky and low with the alterations the helmet made to his originally velvety and smooth voice, you had become rather accustomed to it these past few months.

You retorted back, the words only coming out in mumbles from the annoyingly dirty cloth gagging you. His chuckle resonated through the room in response as he walked closer to you, his gloved hands pulling the cloth from your mouth before you turned your head away in disgust.

He sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly at the scowl you had on your face, knowing it was aimed for himself.  With the flick of his wrist the closed sliding doors behind him opened.

"Out." His head turned towards the side, angled down as he talked to his two soldiers.

Two quick "yes sirs" left their mouths before exiting the doors. The man in front of you once again had his attention back on you as the doors behind him shut, leaving the two of you alone.

"Y/N"

"Hwaseong" you spit his name out like venom, you despised him, absolutely despised him. after all, he murdered your father with absolutely no remorse. You were not on his side, you were a Jedi, this was not your territory. Yet, you always ended up alone with him one way or another.

"You always act like this at first, yet one touch will have you coming undone on my fingers, isn't that right pretty?" His gloved hand came to stroke your face, your head instantly jerking away from his touch.

He let out a scoff, his hand aggressively gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Don't make me hurt you" His voice came out more as a sadistic growl then a command.

"Fuck you" you spat as your nose flared in anger, only then realizing what was coming next when he tilted his head to the side in a mocking way.

You felt the tension in your throat rise when he let go of your chin, hand held out in the air a few inches away from your neck. Feeling the way he began cutting off your air flow with just his mind, your head was being forcibly pressed up against the metal behind yourself. You choked out when he clamped his hand tighter. Your vision becoming hazy with the lack of oxygen. A small whimper left you, then an inaudible mumble following after.

"What was that, pretty?" He teased when he saw tears brimming at your eyes, another quiet mumble leaving your mouth.

"Speak up." He commanded.

"S-stop!" It was quiet, but louder than your last two attempts.

He obeyed, letting his arm fall to his side as he watched you cough and gasp for air. Seeing a few tears sliding down your cheeks and laughing to himself.

"You know what I want Y/N and I know you'll give it to me" He spoke.

You wanted so badly to get out of your restraints, wipe the embarrassing tears off your face and leave. But the growing heat in your pants was saying otherwise, your body spoke for itself and it wanted him. You shook your head 'no' in response to his words, your head hanging low while keeping your gaze away from him. but he was unconvinced.

"I know you enjoy it, pretty" His hand played with a strand of your hair, "when my fingers are buried inside that drenched cunt of yours" he tucked the strand of hair behind your ear, as you bit your lip.

"We have a bond, one like no other" his hand came under your chin, raising your eyes to his covered ones.

"I can feel your arousal from here" His thumb wiped a tear from your face, you shook your head again in his grasp.

"I don't need you, Hwaseong, I don't" you choked out, you couldn't let him get to you, not again. Not after all the shit he has done to your family and friends.

You were apart of the resistance, the last known Jedi, one who fought against the first order. You couldn't betray them like this.

At least, not again.

"No, but you want me. Why disregard your feelings? why must you always deny it every time we see one another, hmm?" His hand remained on your face as you glared at him, it angered you that he was right.

"Take your helmet off" you demanded, searching the metal helmet for a certain reaction or movement.

He removed his hand from your face, bringing both of them up to his head. Clicking both triggers on each side of the helmet to release the suction, before lifting it above his head. His sharp eyes met yours as he let the helmet drop to the floor, the metal floor and helmet making a loud clank. His blonde, almost silvery white hair sitting perfectly atop his head as a smirk was plastered on his face.

He saw your pupils dilate, practically sparkling as you laid your eyes on him. Just as you always did when he took his helmet off.

"Your reaction never fails to turn me on, pretty. Keep looking at me like that and you won't even remember you're a member of the resistance when I'm done with you" there it was, that smooth seductive voice of his. That voice that always had you seeing stars and forgetting your own name. You didn't even care about the meaning of his words, only his delivery.

His hands found their way to your waist, caressing and drawing circles on them delicately before moving them farther up. Ghosting the tips of his thumbs against your clothed nipples, the breathy moan you let out going straight to his growing erection.

"Take the restraints off Hwa" You tried jerking your arms away in attempt to free yourself, only wanting to get closer to him. He let out a chuckle before flicking his wrist, the restraints coming undone by the force.

You fell forward, landing into his grasp. Hands falling into his chest before snaking them around his shoulders as his came to your waist. Breathing the same air as your breaths fanned over one another's faces.

He was the first to close the gap, slamming his lips into yours. Pushing your back against the metal slate you were once restrained to.

Your lips moved in sync, sucking, licking, and biting. His hands squeezed your waist harder, most definitely leaving bruises for you to later find. Deepening the kiss when he pushed his tongue into your mouth, a desperate sounding moan leaving your throat when he began sucking on your tongue.

Your hands became tangled in the back of his hair, trying to bring his face as close as possible. Either of his hands made it to your thigh, lifting it and bringing it around his side. You ground your hips into his erection, earning yourself a delightful growl from the man who had his tongue shoved in your mouth.

The taste of his saliva was like nothing else you had ever experienced before, you could never get enough of it. He separated from your swollen lips and you whined from the lost of contact. He let out a small breathy laugh between the wet kisses he left on your jawline down to your neck. His tongue poked out from his mouth, allowing it to lick a strip of your warm skin, and causing shivers to run down your spin.

He soon after latched his plump lips around your neck, sucking and biting. Leaving his marks all over you. He wanted nobody but himself touching you, you were his.

"You know" he said between open mouth kisses and sucks on your neck, you hummed, pulling him closer by the leg wrapped around his torso.

"Our telepathy works whenever" you let out a high pitched whine when he found the sweet spot on your neck, he continued to abuse that spot when he felt your hips grind into his.

"I can hear you thinking about me when touching yourself" you let out an embarrassed whimper then mumbling out a quiet 'no'.

Although your telepathy bond could work at any given time, you didn't think he could hear you at such vulnerable times, how embarrassing.

"No- you can't" he chuckled into your neck.

"Oh but I can. You make it so hard for me not to take my ship straight to wherever you may be and fuck that precious little cunt of yours, pretty" you whined, your hand ruining his perfectly combed hair as you let your fingers tangle and grip the soft locks as you pushed him farther into the side of your neck.

You were so desperate, desperate for the feeling of his fingers plunging in and out of your core. Curling them up and having your legs a shaking mess as you came all over them.

"Hwa please, just fuck me, please" you practically begged, pressing your hips closer to his, you felt his smile on the skin of your neck as a response.

He ran a hand over the fabric of your baggy pants around your raised thigh. Bringing them higher before teasing the hem of your pants, his cold gloved fingers pushing just a bit past the fabric as they ghosted over your warm skin, sending chills throughout your body.

"Stop teasing" you mumbled out, letting one of your hands fall to your pants and pushing the fabric just below your plump ass.

He chuckled at your desperation. Dropping your leg from his side, allowing your pants to drop to your ankles before you stepped out of them. You looked up at him, his eyes meeting yours before his hand disappeared into the fabric of your panties.

His other hand raised you leg again, this time higher so he could get more access. You let your head fall back into the metal while closing your eyes when his fingers found your clit, skillfully drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

The fabric of his black leather gloves making your body shudder with the harsh yet pleasing contact.

"I can hear how wet you are, pretty. just as I want you" he smirked when pushing two fingers into your tight cunt, curling them slightly once fully inside. Just as you were craving them to do so.

You whined at the extra stretch his gloves caused. He gave your jawline wet open mouth kisses as he began moving his fingers in and out of you. His open hand came to your panties before ripping them off your body, a rather breathy gasp leaving your throat when hearing the sound. 

Now he could see just how big of a mess you were making on his fingers. he threw the torn material to the other side of the room, continuing to watch his now glistening gloved fingers disappear in you and reappear again. His pace began to speed up, wet lewd sounds bouncing off the walls.

You could barely control the sounds that were leaving yourself. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt with his fingers abusing your clenching hole and how the palm of his hand continued to slap onto your clit as he did so.

As one of your hands was on his shoulder, the other came to stop his moving one as you felt a weird feeling as you came closer to your high.

"S-stop, it feels weird" You tried to push his hand away but his other hand slapped yours away with an animalistic growl.

"You're fine, pretty. Enjoy yourself" he chuckled, watching as your arousal dripped around his fingers as the rammed into you.

"N-no Hwa, I'm serious- ah fuck!" You clenched around him as you felt the pleasure come over you, cumming all over his fingers, not even being able to comprehend the amount of liquid squirting from yourself and down your legs.

"Shit.." He watched in awe as your brows furrowed and mouth opened, your back arching up from the metal slate behind you. Your juices squirting out all over his hand, coating a good amount of his clothes and the floor in your essence.

His fingers slowed as you came down from your high, your face flushing red in embarrassment.

"Don't be embarrassed, pretty. That's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time" he chuckled and put your leg down and you covered your face with your hands. That was the first time you've ever squirted, you didn't even think you could physically do such a thing.

You peaked around your hands when you heard the sound of clothing hitting the ground, your eyes landing on his bare abdomen. You cursed to yourself when laying your eyes on his perfectly toned body.

You followed his lead, taking your shirt off then reaching your hands behind your back to unclip your bra. He watched you with hooded eyes as the straps fell down your shoulders, soon leading to your bra hitting the damp floor and releasing your pretty tits. He cursed under his breath when you looked up to him.

"You're stunning Y/N, the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on" He told you while his hands began undoing his pants, your mouth falling slightly agape in shock from his words. He saw your face, letting a small smile take over his lips.

"Don't pretend that you don't know it's true" he told you.

Now if you were to tell your friends and your mother, along with the rest of the resistance that the Hwaseong had just called you the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. They'd laugh straight in your face, because surely the most feared man in the galaxy felt nothing for anyone, right? Or at least that's what you had thought.

"Hwaseong-"

"It's Seonghwa, pretty. My name is Seonghwa" His pants fell to the ground leaving him in tight black boxers, his throbbing erection being seen through the fabric.

"W-why are you telling me this, Hwaseong? I don't understand" you shook your head as he got closer to you, his hand lifted your chin, raising your face to his before pressing a soft delicate kiss on your lips. A feeling that you had never felt with him before.

"I don't know" he whispered against your lips "but I want you to call me that, will you do that for me?" His eyes flickered between yours, awaiting your response.

"Yes, Seonghwa" you pressed your forehead to his.

Why you agreed, you don't know. Something about Seonghwa had you fully pulled in. Into something you had never experienced before in your life. You've had sex with others before him but nothing was as pleasurable and special as it was with him and it confused you.

The both of you were so different in so many aspects. He was on the dark side trying to take over the galaxy while you were there to stop him, create peace throughout the galaxy.

The only thing that you had to blame for this was the bond. Which also confused you because, why was it there? Why was it that you could communicate with him whenever you felt the desire and how could he do the same? And why was it that you even desired to talk to him?

It's as if the two of you are connected by souls, maybe this is what the people would call soulmates.

the two of you had moments where you had thought of joining forces and it wasn't because of the sex you were sharing, rather the way you felt when you were together. The feeling of being on top of the world. That is how you felt with him at times, but you were always reminded of who he was and what he has done.

Yet, you couldn't help but forgive him.

Your hand roamed over his torso, outlining his abs with your fingers and then his v-line before slipping your hand past the fabric of his boxers. He let out a sigh of relief when you had fully grasped his hot erection. Giving it a teasing squeeze before running your finger along the slit, smearing the precum around the head of his cock.

"Seonghwa.?" You questioned, the warmth of your breath spreading over his face. He hummed in response, letting his hips grind into your hand as he squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head back in pleasure.

"I want you to fuck me like I'm the only girl in the galaxy"

His eyes shot open before he looked down at you, a look of surprise on his face. You became shy under his gaze, slowing the movements of your hand around his cock. But that feeling only lasted a second before he grabbed you face and slammed his lips into yours.

Your surprised gasp being swallowed by Seonghwa's mouth before kissing him back. Your teeth sometimes clanking together from the rough movements. The two of your bare chests met together, spreading the warmth of your flesh to one another. The pace of your  hand stroking his cock became faster and more rough, you brought your other hand to the back of his neck pushing him farther into your mouth.

You couldn't get close enough to him, no matter how hard your tried. You wanted him, all of him.

You separated from the kiss and his groin before catching his eyes as the two of you caught your breaths. Your bodies still being pressed together

"Will you?" You asked, meeting his eyes and still awaiting a reply from your previous question.

"Of course" His eyes remained on yours as he pushed his boxers fully down to his feet. His cock springing free from the material as his feet stepped out of the fabric.

His hands came in contact with both sides of your waist, giving the plush skin a small squeeze.

"Jump" he ordered and you obeyed. He easily lifted your body as if you weighed nothing and your legs came to wrap around his torso. His hands moved to hold the under side of your thighs and your arms wrapped around his neck to stable yourself.

He gently pushed you back against the metal slate behind yourself. It was different from the times he would slam you up against the metal, he always had you a bleeding mess under him as he interrogated you and pried answers from your mouth. Although you as well, never left him without a good beat.

Goosebumps spread across your skin when the metal hit your bare back, but the warmth of his chest pressed to yours made up for it. He began rubbing his hard cock through your wet arousal, as small gasp leaving your throat as he lubed himself before aligning with the entrance of your sobbing cunt.

His eyes met yours, asking for permission to push into you. It was something you had appreciated and adored, he may be the most feared man in the galaxy but he wouldn't ever push you to do anything sexual with him if you didn't want to.

Although he wouldn't hesitate beating you half to death when the two of you would get into fights. It was quite humorous.

"Please fuck me, Seonghwa. " You pushed your hips forward, your cunt sucking in the tip of his cock with ease.

He let out a hiss of pleasure when you clenched around him. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as he slowly pushed the rest of his length into you. Your sweet moans reaching his ears when he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. He continued with the same pace, slow agonizing thrusts that were driving your crazy.

He could feel how desperate you were for more when your hips came to meet his in a rough way. He let out a chuckle when he gave you what you wanted, slamming into your tight wet hole and you couldn't help but drop your head onto his shoulder with loud high pitched whines leaving you in the process.

"Is this what you wanted, pretty-?" He teased, practically growling out the words as his hips continued abusing your hole.

"Yes- fuck! Just like that Hwa, don't stop!" You practically screamed out when he hit your sweet spot. Only making the both of your highs arrive faster when you clenched around his cock.

He cursed out in response, letting out small grunts from the noises you were making. One of his hands left your thigh and wrapped it around your waist, while the other made its way to your hair, pulling your head away from his shoulder to see your face.

"Such a pretty girl for me" His eyes watched your face, Your eyes were closed with your brows furrowed together and your mouth was slightly agape, letting out high pitched moans and whines just for him.

His gaze dropped down to your tits, watching as they bounced up and down with the force of his thrusts.

"You take me so well, pretty" your hands rested on his shoulders as his constant thrusts had your legs shaking around him.

His hand remained in your hair, his grip was softer then before but it still forced you to face him. Your eyes peaked open, watching him with hooded eyes. He gave you a small smirk before dropping the hand from your hair and down to your clit, giving it a few soft slaps before drawing circles around the bundle of nerves.

"Ah shit-!" Your hips jerked forward into his causing you both to let out similar moans. In response he sped up his movements. Hips now ramming into yours at an inhuman pace, fingers rubbing circles harshly on your clit adding just enough friction.

"S-Seonghwa, I'm gonna cum-"

"Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess all over my cock"

That's all it took for you to come undone, clenching and unclenching around him, causing him to curse out from the tightness. Your threw your head back in complete bliss, as constant sounds left your mouth.

Seonghwa was not far behind you as he shot his seed deep inside of you while his hips stuttered a bit. The both of you rode out your highs together.

Seonghwa pulled out and watched the both yours and his arousal drip out of you. He then put you down, your shaking legs almost giving out when they touched the ground. You both let out small laughs.

You rested your head against his chest as the both of you tried to catch your breaths. His hands wrapped around your waist and he placed a kiss on the roots of your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.

"Y/N" he spoke, saying your real name instead of the nickname he's always called you. And you know when he calls you by your birth name that whatever he says next is nothing but serious.

You lifted your head from his chest to make eye contact with him, only to find him smiling warmly at you. Confusion now running through you.

"Y-Yeah.?" Your eyes flickered between his, searching for any sort of emotion he may be feeling. You saw something in his eyes but you pushed that thought away.

Hwaseong couldn't feel anything for anyone.

Or so you thought.

"I love you"

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[errielovesu]

Too sweet

chapter 1 of my first oc fanfiction, please be nice to be I cringe too don't worry, be sure to read the prologue for some extra context or something and yeah enjoy :3 (not proof read im too lazy)

cw/tw: none as of now

Besides beer himeno is a sucker for strawberry milk and maybe banana milk, usually one or the other is in stock but this time had to be my lucky day when none of them are in stock and now i'm not sure what i'm going to fill the fridge with now since we can't just only have beer in there, frustrated I head to the checkout counter and pay for the pain au chocolat that i've always had since I was a child, casually I walk myself back to me and himeno’s apartment, it's around 10 am and she's probably still asleep.

Yesterday everyone in division 4 went out for drinks, rare thing now a days but himeno wanted an excuse to not drink alone or with me since apparently, lately i've just been quiet maybe that's why himeno took me out to drink, it was nothing out the ordinary just so light drinking for me and just having mindless conversation with the other members. As I approach the elevator to get up to my floor I spot a familiar face. “Val-len-tine!!!” Power’s voice echoes through the lobby as she runs at full speed towards my direction she quickly gets ahold of my arm and squeezes me, clear that someone did not want to cook breakfast for the hungry girl, Denji approaches with caution since Power dislikes him talking to me, “Hey valentine, the evil man over there told us no breakfast from him because me and power stayed up playing cards and he couldn’t get his beauty sleep” denji exclaims, looking into powers eye she nods and points at the tall “evil” man that did not cook them a breakfast, I walk towards him as he looks anywhere but my direction. 

“Hey aki..” I poke him on the shoulder, “did you not get your beauty sleeep?” I continue the joke, still not even a look from the man, power snarks at him, “Lets just go up to your apartment and you can make me a delicious breakfast, i'm starving hereeeeeeeee” power squeals, I sigh and nod in agreement, “You're welcome to join too by the way aki…ill let you use the balcony, yeah?” usually I wouldn’t dare let him near the balcony or himeno, I told them if they needed to smoke to do it somewhere else because I couldn’t stand my plants dying, aki looks back, making eye contact with me then power, he slowly starts walking towards the elevator, “I think I just convinced him to stop being evil power” I chuckle.

Opening the door to the apartment, denji and power scurry like rats into the couch and bean bag in the living room, I set my bag down at the kitchen and head to wake up the sleeping himeno herself, knocking softly on the door I call out her name and after a few russels and groans she's up, “You better wear something to cover yourself or no food for you” knowing she will not obey my instruction she walks out in whatever she passed out with. The tv is on, the apartment is loud and warm. “Powers plate is on the left, the rest of you can sit wherever you want” I slightly demand with my voice, everyone surrounds the table and aki is nowhere to be found but of course one glance to the right and he is right on the balcony just admiring the totally interesting sky, I get up from my seat and walk over to the sliding doors that enclose the balcony, sliding them gently and stepping over and sliding the door shut behind me. “I did your job, could you finish now and have something to eat?” He glances my direction, I can barely look at him because its so bright outside, squinting my eyes I ask him to come in, he throws the cigarette out the window, “before you sit down though, can you wash your hands? I can barely stand the smell on himeno when we eat I don't need you to add on to her please” I ask with a bit of sarcasm on my face, Aki never gives me any reactions when I speak, sometimes I hate speaking to him, it feels like i'm speaking to a wall that thinks im stupid or something. “I got it.” Finally a response comes out of his mouth, I motion towards the table and slide the door open again. 

Today is rather quiet, it's about noon now and everyone is doing their own thing around the apartment, himeno and aki are talking, and i'm over here babysitting power and denji. “You know she doesnt like boys, stop trying to talk to her” power sticks her tongue out at denji, “why is this always a discussion with you two? Denji doesnt even talk to me because you scare him away power, look at where he's sitting right now power” I laugh as denji is a good 2 feet away from me, powers attachment to me makes me happy, she's sweet and funny when she isn't doing anything for personal gain and her cat likes me so she automatically likes me more because of meowy. 

“Val, we need to start heading out soon, please kick them out I don't want to do it myself” Himeno says walking towards her room, I stand up and sigh, “well you heard her, you guys also have things to do so please make her happy” I start walking the duo towards the door, aki follows behind me as I open the door for power and denji to walk out, I move to the side to give aki a chance to leave as well, as hes walking out he looks at me, weird, he's just staring me down like he wants to say something, “Thanks.” That's it? It took him that long to utter the word thanks? I dislike non aggressive aki…it's hard to speak to him when he's giving me auto generated response, “anytime, but don’t think ill let you smoke near my plants again” I smile at him, he starts walking towards the elevator where denji is waving goodbye to me and power is just intensely looking at him, waving back I close the door and head to change myself. 

Himeno and I headout the house and embark on whatever Ms.Makima has planned for us and it'll always end with himeno complaining, either way it's the job we have to do so she’ll shut up eventually. Himeno opens the door for me to enter Makimas office, “Hello, valentine.” makima said to me, greeting himeno next. “I've been alerted about a demon with a piece of the gun devil is roaming around Shinjuku station, it's unknown what type of demon it is, if you could go and patrol that area to give everyone peace of mind it would be appreciated.” Quickly me and himeno leave to head to our destination, and soon the complaining will start. “Shinjuku? Really the most populated place we could go to, I hate her stupid assignments, its always some low level slime sucking devil!” I just let her take it out, we shortly started heading towards a train to take us. 

Arriving at Shinjuku station I'm quickly distracted by the thousands of stores I could be exploring but sadly I'll have to focus on finding the devil disturbing, me and himeno walk the streets up and down just patrolling with nothing to be found. Me and himeno stop for some lunch, i'm not really interested in eating anything so I just had a drink while with fascination I watch her eat the burger she bought, wondering what this day is gonna lead us to.

[valyrou]

Hi!! Could I request dazai with a weird person? (Ik it's not the term, maybe artistic, maybe something else, weird is the only global term which isn't that wrong). Basically they're extremely drawn by art, notice the most niche and least noticeable things and 'it makes sense in my head sorry' is their daily sentence which leads them to feel alone and not understood. Like this with dazai would be interesting I think (like the dynamic, i cant go on bc its starting to get so long but the whole 'dont feel like a proper human being too' ahhh i cant put the right words). There again- I'm sorry it makes sense for me-

Anyway have a good day and sorry <33

A/n: Hello Anon!! Of course I can do that!! I am working on multiple requests at once, kinda overworking myself with studies and work and on top of that I have finals soon and I should study a bit more.. ANYWAYS I related to this a little too much so I think I know what you mean by „weird person that can’t really describe what they think“ kinda stuff. But this isn’t about me so I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY

Warnings: to lazy to read over this rn so not proof read at all.. ALSO INSPIRED BY „no longer human“ by osamu Dazai lol?? Don’t know why but here we are :) reader doesn’t have a gender aswell, so GN reader

Dazai x Misunderstood! Reader

You couldn’t quite remember how you got to the art gallery with Dazai, but here you stood Infront of an magnificent piece of art. You could see how old it was by the cracks and discoloration, yet the way it was drawn, with such delicacy was as if it was drawn only a few minutes ago to you. The emotions and thought behind it, still visible to your eye. The way the eyes of that women were slightly casted down, the dark colored theme, the way the posture was drawn, everything seemed so right.

That was something everyone could see, yet even the way the clothes hung from her body made an important difference to the picture „Can you see her naked shoulder and the robe that almost seems to be put on lazily?“ you had begun your sentence, „it resembles her innocence and purity, no men could ever touch her..“ your voice got a little dreamier on the end. It took you some seconds to notice that’s Dazai didn’t respond. You immediately got embarrassed „it made sense in my head.. sorry“

You looked to your feet, cursing yourself out for saying such stupid things to him as if he could understand what you were thinking… if he could ever understand how you felt when the art practically screamed for you to tell its story, because you knew no one else could quite think like you. No one could. You were alone in this world that seemed to abandon you. Reject you from society as if you weren’t a human being. As if, the moment you shared a piece of your mind, you were no longer human..

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt a soft hand on your shoulder „Yea, but also look at her hips, the way her robe curves there.“ he pointed subtly to were he meant, „she also seems tense, as if to say that she knew what the men around think of her.“ impressed you looked up to the tall brunette „You saw that?“ in response, Dazai only chuckled „Of course, you are not the only one that has a unique way to see and think.“ his hand gently squeezing your shoulder

„You are not alone. Not everyone might understand what you are trying to say, but I promise you there are always a hand full of people that do. Don’t push yourself down, see the ups of having a unique way to think, even if you can’t voice it.“ he shot you a cheerful smile and for the first time, you felt accepted. Accepted in this so shallow society you always had claimed not to be a part of.