#things been pretty rough at home but I miss making stuff

[repulsiveliquidation]

Cookies and Cuddles

Leah Williamson x Reader [SMUT! little bit.]

little PSA at the end! i don't know what this is it just...happened.

“She’s left me on read again, Gee.”

“Maybe she’s just busy, Leah. She’ll be okay.”

Leah nods, putting her phone away in her back pocket. She focuses back on her food, eating her lunch distractedly. It was way past your regular weekend lie-in; you hadn’t even given her a call the night before. You had been distant for days, ever since you didn’t get that England call-up you thought you were.

Being out from injury was the worst; you had recently been cleared to play full games. England call-up was your first chance at being back, but you didn’t see your name on the roster the week before. Leah’s name was there; she felt sad she couldn’t attend her first call-up since her injury with you.

Leah was distracted the whole day, missing passes and being sloppy. Sarina called her to the side, a stern look on her face.

“I’ve called you up here because I knew you were ready. I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry, Sarina, it’s just,” she sighs, rubbing her hand down her face. “Y/N has been off lately, and I’m worried about her.”

“Off how?”

“She hasn’t been responding to my texts. I haven’t heard from her the past two days; no more than 5 minutes.”

“You want to know why I didn’t put her name on the roster?”

Leah puts her guard up, ready to defend her girlfriend.

“Why?” she asks with slightly gritted teeth. Sarina replies unfazed.

“I knew she was more than football ready; her head isn’t.”

“What do you mean?” Leah growls, ears steaming as she tries to keep her cool.

“She was the best striker on the list for me to pick. But I had a suspicion that her head wasn’t quite ready for it yet. You’ve proven my point.”

“Are you saying–” Leah began angrily.

“What I’m saying is I didn’t want to make things worse for her. She needs some time to get her head on straight. Football isn’t the solution right now. You are. Go home to her, make sure she’s okay. I expect you at training tomorrow afternoon, Captain. Bring her along.”

Leah looks a little shocked, nodding softly at Sarina before sprinting out of the training center. She grabs her stuff haphazardly, shoving it all into her kitbag before running out to her car.

She races home, barging into the house noisily. She calls for you, the entire house engulfed in darkness. You had all the curtains pulled, the bathroom light letting in a sliver of light. She slowly trudged up the stairs, heart pounding in her chest as she called out for you again. She feared the worst, wiping her sweaty forehead.

She knew about your history of depression; she knew that stress often caused it to get pretty bad. With your recovery from injury and the prospect of an England call-up, paired with being you was often something that you both knew would be a rough time for you.

She slowly pushed the bedroom door open, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw your sleeping form on her side of the bed. It made her heart clench that you missed her but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. She sat on the bed, you jolted awake when she did.  

The moment you saw her you scrambled out of bed and into her arms. You sobbed painfully, Leah’s arms tight and warm around you. She sighed and pulled you closer, cradling the back of your head as her other hand rubbed your back.

“Oh Leah, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, baby; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I didn’t want to be a burden, it was your first camp back from injury I didn’t want you to be distracted,” you mumble into her neck, she’s quick to shut you down.

“You are not a burden, baby. You are my priority. I will drop everything for you, my love. Everything.”

“You don’t have to, not for me,” she presses her finger to your lips, her eyes soften and she cups your face.

“I want to, only for you,” Leah tells you, standing up with you in her arms. She sets you down gently, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. You kiss back, hands gripping her wrists tight. She kisses you with so much emotion, lips saying more than words ever could.

You’re crying, hot tears flowing down your cheeks. She pulls away and wipes your tears, kissing your forehead softly.

Her hands slowly travel lower and lower, grasping the bottom of her hoodie you had on. She pecked your lips when you looked down at her hands, smiling softly.

“Can I?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” you reply, lifting your arms obediently for her.

She pulls the sweater off, gasping softly at your worn-out body. She can see the outline of your ribs a little, collarbones more prominent than when she last kissed them. She tears up herself, biting her cheek to keep herself composed.

“How long baby?”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, wanting so badly to be honest with her. You take a while to answer, she doesn’t push you. Her hands softly caress your skin, tracing gently with affection.

“Since they let me on the first time.” That was 5 weeks ago. You were subbed on for the last 5 minutes of a game, adrenaline high for the first time in a while. When it came crashing down, so did the irrational thoughts. Your head became louder than your heart, and insecurities that had been festering inside you made their grand appearance.

You had done well to mask it, directing others into thinking that I was just the stress of being back as something that you needed to get used to again. Leah was kicking herself; she didn’t even see her girlfriend struggling until she had made it obvious.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was getting bad then?” she asked next, hands pulling your sweats down your legs gently. She kissed back up your thigh, standing in front of you with a look of concern.

“You were thriving Leah, I couldn’t ruin that for you.”

She kisses you again, this time her tears make the kiss salty. She pulls away and pulls you in for a hug, she begs for your forgiveness; the forgiveness you tell her she doesn’t need to ask for.

She kisses up your neck, gently moving you to the bed. You lay back down for her, watching her slowly take her clothes off. You sigh, scooting into the middle of the bed waiting for her.

She climbs in and immediately snuggles under the covers, pulling you close to her chest. Your ear settles right over her heart, listening to the strong pounding that eventually matches yours. Her naked form is warm, her legs tangled intimately with yours. Her hands caress your back and arms soothingly, lips pressing soft and tender kisses to your head and temple.

"I love you," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"I love you too, Lee." you answer, kissing her jaw.

She begins to tell you all about camp, your hand softly rubbing her side and toned stomach. Her soft voice lulls you back to sleep, she sighs and keeps caressing every bit of skin she can get her hands on.

“I’ve got you, princess. Always have, always will.”

//

You both wake up the next day around 10, feeling the most refreshed and rejuvenated in a while. Leah immediately tilts your head up and demands kisses, you can only shake your head at her and lean up to give her a few pecks. She pouts, cheekily asking for more.

“Leah, my teeth aren’t brushed,” you reason, chin resting on her chest as you look up at her.

“So? Mine aren’t either. I want a kiss, then you may do whatever you’d like.”

“Just one.”

“Can’t guarantee but, yes. At least.”

You lean up and kiss her, sucking in her bottom lip before pulling away and sprinting into the bathroom. She wasn’t far behind, managing to get the door before you slammed it closed. She smiled, creeping up on you like a stalking dog. She traps you by the sinks, arms on either side of you.

“Kiss me,” she demands again, grabbing your arms.

You shake your head, sucking in your lips.

“Kiss. Me.” She orders, pressing her lips to yours. You melt when her calloused hands pull your waist closer, kissing her back softly. She grins into the kiss, hiking you up onto the counter. She’s kissing down your chest, when you notice the time.

“Leah, don’t you have training today?” you ask, slightly out of breath when she takes your breast into her mouth. She pulls away with a soft pop.

“Yes, you’re coming with. Bosses’ orders.”

“We can’t–” you start, as her lips trail lower and lower on your body, “we have to leave in a while!”

“I’ll be quick,” she gruffs, picking you up off the counter and pointing to the shower.

“Get in, save time,” she nudges you in, following you and turning on the water. Her hands are on you immediately, pressing your ass back into her front. You moan softly, having missed her familiar touches.

She grasped your breast from behind, the other hand cupping your heat as her fingers fondled your rapidly soaking folds. You gasped, arm reaching back to cradle her head that tucked itself into your neck. She sucked on your skin hard, fingers already sinking into your wet hole.

“Got to be quick baby, I can’t be late,” she teased, two fingers pumping furiously into your hole. You cried out for her, the steaming hot shower engulfing the both of you.

“Lee-Leah!”

“Missed me, did you doll?”

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

Her fingers nudge in a third, thumb rapidly rubbing on your clit.

“God, you’re so fucking wet for me hm?”

“Only for you, Leah!” Your orgasm was fast approaching, her fingers pressed up against your spot made your head spin. She continued.

“Yeah, you’re gonna cum for me aren’t ya? Gonna make a fuckin’ mess for me baby girl? Good thing we’re in the shower, it’ll wash away all the evidence of you being such a fucking whore for me…”

When she called you a whore, your entire body shook with your strong orgasm. She talked and petted you through it, cooing affectionately into your ear as her fingers slowly slid out of your pussy. She was quick to shove them into her mouth before the water cleaned them for her.

“Secret’s safe with me, doll,” she winks at you, grabbing your shampoo as you stand there more in love with the woman than you were before.  

//

i'm going to be taking a break for a bit, with exams and a bit of traveling coming up i won't have time to upload as often as i normally do. i've realized that i've put pressure on myself to post every other day or so and i can't commit to that for a bit. i will answer asks and stuff so i'm always up for a chat!

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋?

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ This is a little draft that I've been working on for a while. I'm so sorry for the low activity. I didn't feel good because of uni. I'm in my last year of university, and it's draining me mentally lol. Anyway, I'll try to post often from now on. I hope you like this! Reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

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dom

definitely has a choking and a size kink.

Is into BDSM. Has a red room, which he shares with you.

He loves when you are needy for his touch or for his cock. He likes to tease you before giving you what you want.

Office sex is on a daily basis since he is busy all the time and barely home. He’ll hold your ass up while he slams inside you repeatedly, filling you over and over until you feel like exploding.

He also has a breeding kink. For him, you’re a superior human being just like him, and he intends to continue his bloodline with a worthy partner like you.

Speaking of which, he is very open about his kinks and expects the same from you.

He loves when you're under him, all needy and whiny, with tears falling down your cheeks as you scream his name and beg for more.

He can be rough, but only if you want him to be. He is aware of his strength and doesn’t want to hurt you.

He likes to see your pretty face and the many grimaces you make as he pleasures you.

He loves to see your eyes rolling and your mouth wide open.

Something tells me he is a sub.

has a size kink and a phone sex one (because he is gone on missions for months, and when he misses you, he just calls you for that naughty time).

likes it when you talk dirty to him.

He is also into roleplay.

This guy tried to be dom for once and ended up using the safe word for himself because he was afraid of hurting you.

He is not into very kinky stuff, but he won't say no if you want to try something bold. Just give him a heads-up.

loves to please his mistress. He doesn't mind if you mark or scratch him.

loves to be called "captain."

Likes to go down on you. There’s something that turns him on whenever you moan his name or when your fingers are tangled between his hairs.

He loves when you come all over his face and smear his beard and chin with your juice.

switch

It depends on his mood,e honest. tbh

Likes the doctor/patient roleplay and has no shame in using the labs from his work.

You two definately fucked after getting rid of the las plagas. It's ironic that you moan on the very same chair you used to scream in pain.

He loves to have you on top, regardless of whether he’s a dom or a sub.

You keep tracing the scar on his chest with your fingers whenever you see it because you think it looks very sexy on him. It also turns you on.

He loves to give oral sex. He'll bury his face between your legs every time he gets the chance. He’ll eat you out on every surface possible and in every pose. Desk, operator table, bed, kitchen counter, everywhere

He loves when you order him around.

"Does my pretty mistress require my services?"

You can't work together because you'll end up fucking.

It's the pretty boyfriend that spits in your mouth.

Very possesive. If he sees someone flirting with you, he'll make sure to remind you to whom you belong.

dom

This man has no shame when it comes to marking you. He’ll leave hickeys in visible spots (neck, shoulder) and in hidden ones (waist, thigh, and ass, which is his favorite spot to mark).

Has a roleplay kink too. His favorite scenarios are either government agent/rescued civilian or government agent/secret spy (for obvious reasons).

You’re definitely fucking in his office from the White House. You’ve been bent over that desk more than over your own bed.

Likes to go deep, so deep that it hits your cervix.

While you’re bent over, he’ll pull you by your hair and bring you closer to his face. He’ll whisper dirty things to you, which will only turn you on more.

Leon loves when you blow on him, and moreover, he loves the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth. You’ll pull some sinful moans and whimpers out of him.

Likes to be called "Mister Kennedy."

Has a hair-pulling kink.

If not bent over his desk, he likes to have you on top of him. He’ll praise you for the beautiful work you’re doing. With hands on your thighs, he’ll guide your body as you ride him.

Switch

He has a punny mouth, and you'll have to punish him a lot. He doesn't mind, though, and sometimes he does it on purpose.

He'll have you sitting on his face for breakfast, dinner, and lunch.

He is extremely possessive, so when you come home, he'll make sure to remind you that you belong to him and him only.

Has moments when he talks very dirty and moments when you are his "princess."

"Oh, look at you, such a slut for my cock. You want Daddy inside you that bad, huh?"/ "Oh princess, you don't have to beg; I'm right here for your needs."

He will definitely slap your ass and will be very satisfied to see a red mark in the shape of his hand appear on your flesh.

It fucks you deep, so deep that your body goes numb and your toes curl.

He loves when you use him for your own pleasure.

Loves to make a mess, especially over your chest.

Is into roleplay

Can be very sweet, and aftercare is a must. He'll wash up the mess he made and massage your sore body.

dom

Has a knife and a size kink

Will pull out his knife and run the blade across your body. You’ll feel the cold blade running from your neck, between your breasts, or on your inner thighs. He’ll chuckle deviously while you squirm under his touch.

Likes to fuck you with his fingers. He loves to see how his fingers slowly disappear into your tight cunt. They’re thick, and you can barely take two of them.

He is a strong guy, and he enjoys pinning you down and pushing that cock inside you. Wall sex is among his favorites.

has a major praise kink. The slightest praise will get him over the edge, and he'll start thrusting like an animal inside you. He'll also become very vocal and demand that you keep praising him.

He loves when you struggle to take him.

He isn't that much into bondaje, but he won't say no if you ask him nicely.

He'll bite you and won't care if he marks you. He knows that you enjoy it, though.

"Just look how this little cunt of yours clench around me whenever I bite you. How interesting..."

dom

Will use his metal-bending powers in bed to make handcuffs or bend the metal frame to hold your hands.

Has a bondage kink, obviously. Likes to tie you up and show how helpless you are in his touch.

He also loves to tease you until you beg him with tears in your eyes to let you orgasm.

He loves when you get so desperate for his attention that you basically beg him to fuck you.

He loves when you climb on his lap while he works and then start to rub your cunt over his bulge.

"You'll have to work harder for that kitten."

Oh, this bitch

He loves when you give him a hug while he is at the desk. He'll occasionally stop his work to grab your hair and buckle his hips to fuck your pretty mouth.

He can be sweet, although that happens very rarely.

He loves when you make yourself pretty for him; he goes feral when he sees you in lingerie.

sub

He loves when you’re in control of him and tell him what to do.

When you give attention to his neck, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess.

Doesn’t mind if you mark him.

He plays it tough at first, but all that tough guy act disappears when you take him in your mouth.

Likes to be spanked and cuffed.

He loves when you mark him because he wants people to see that he belongs to you.

He can't get enough of your touch; he is addicted.

He can get clingy at times, but you don't mind. He is like a little puppy.

Definitely walked him with a leash around the house at some point.

Loves to give you oral. You'll find him crawling between your legs while you do your tasks, and he won't leave until you orgasm.

He loves when you pull his hair, and you'll hear or feel him moaning the harder you pull.

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[camryn-haitani]

I know darling

Colby Brock x Fem!Reader

you sent Colby a lengthy paragraph about all the things you want him to do to you. and he makes everything you sent come true

TW: Dom Colby, p in v sex, fingering (Fem receiving), teasing, video masterbation (from Colby), mentions of Sam joining and watching, face fucking (Fem receiving), fingering, name calling "love, baby, angel, sweetheart, good girl, good bitch, pretty girl, bitch, whore, slut", praise and degradation, cursing, video during it, aftercare, plot twist

I am a firm believer that Colby is into face fucking

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once I started texting the words I wanna say, they wouldn't stop coming. once I felt like I said enough to get him going, I sent it along with a spicy pic of me in his favorite lingerie. and now I wait for his response.

Colby POV

That was one of the scariest things we've ever caught on camera. me, Kris, and Sam decided we had enough and packed up to go home. we all get in the car and wait for the long car ride home.

once we get into a town, I finally have service and I get a shit ton of notifications. the one that caught my eye was the one y/n sent. I see she sent a long paragraph along with a photo. I was expecting a message about how much she misses me. holy shit I was wrong.

what I'm reading is the most spine chilling, boner inducing, and cock throbbing thing I've ever read. the more I read, the more hard I get. I grab my xplr hoodie and cover my lower half, not wanting Sam to see my boner.

we still have a 3 hour car ride back to LA, I'm not gonna make it that long. my breath get harsh and fast. Sam notices and says something. "hey man, you good?" he asks as he hits my arms. "yeah uhm I'm good, just thinking about the stuff that happened earlier."

I'll give it an hour and see if it goes away.

*an hour later*

well it's been an hour and I still have a boner. I roll my eyes and try to think of an excuse.

"hey Sam uh pull over to a gas station, I uhm have to piss" I lie. "I got you man" Sam pulls over to a gas station and I quickly run out of the car and into the bathroom. I sigh as I pull down my pants when an idea popped in my head.

I pull out my phone and start recording.

*a little while later*

I finish and clean myself up as i send the video to y/n.

me: video

me: I hope you enjoy this love

Y/n POV

I hear my phone buzz and I open it without hesitation. I see he sent a video and I watch it from beginning to end.

me: can't wait for you to get home daddy~

I know that name gets him going and I wanna see what happens. not even 5 minutes later, I get another text from him.

colbs<333: god you have no idea what you do to me, angel. when I get home, you better have my favorite outfit on with your head hanging off the side of the bed<3

me: yes sir<33

since I have his location, I can see how far away he is. he's about an hour and a half away from home, so when he gets about 10 minutes away from home, I'll do what he says.

*an hour and a half later*

I get more and more excited when I watch his icon get closer and closer to our house. I decide to get changed into his favorite lingerie and lay down on the bed.

I hear the door open and I hear stuff slam on the ground with fast foot steps coming up the stairs. I quickly put my head off the side of the bed just like he said. the door swings open and I see him with lustful eyes eating me alive.

"goddamn angel, you look gorgeous" he walks closer to me. his rough, calloused hands run all over my body as he ogles me. every movement he makes on my body, I twitch with anticipation.

he plays with my tits as he runs his fingers over my nipples over the lingerie as a whimper elicits from my mouth. I feel his boner on my cheek in his pants, wanting to be let out. I lift my hand up to caress his cock. I wrap my hand around it and barely squeeze it. he groans as he steps back to free his aching cock.

"you ready, princess?" he asks as he places his cock on my lips. I nod vigorously and open my mouth, spit already coating his leaking tip.

"just tap my thigh if you can't breathe" he reassures. I nod as he taps his cock on my tongue a few times before shoving his cock in my throat. I gag but then get used to it.

I let him use my throat for whatever he needs. there's pre-cum and saliva dripping down my chin and my mouth.

his thrusts get more harsh. 'hes about to cum' I think to myself. "gonna.... fuck.. close.." he mutters. he can't even pronounce words. I grab his waist and pull him further into my mouth. "fuck!" he yells, unknowingly I was going to do that.

I feel his cum drip down my throat and chin. I sit up and gather his cum and put it back in my mouth. he does the same with my spit.

his eyes widen for a second, like he has an idea. he pulls out his phone and starts recording.

"oh Sam would love this, wouldn't he?" he teased his fingers on my slit. I can only nod, my mind is cloudy and my eyes dizzy with pleasure. "I need words, pretty girl." he says, curling his fingers up in me. "yes! he would love seeing me like this!" I yell. Colby chuckles at my words.

"seeing you like this. being such a slut for me." his fingers get more and more quick. I know that him and Sam have done something like this in the past, but Sam watching me is so erotic to me.

"go ahead and tell the camera how much of a slut you are. for me and Sam. go on bitch."

"fuck Sam, I want you in me. I want you and Colby to fuck me so hard it hurts to walk. please Sam" I beg with pleasing eyes.

"good bitch" his fingers get more aggressive and he can tell I'm getting close.

he rips his fingers out of me as I'm about to cum. "w-what... why.. please, I want it... wanna cum for you" I plead into the camera.

he grabs my cheeks "only good sluts get to cum. this is what you get for getting me hard in the car. you knew I was with Sam and yet, you still did it. it's like you wanted Sam to know." he coos.

"yes! I wanted Sam to know! I want you both to fuck me!" I whine.

"that's what I thought, you whore" he lines up his cock and slides it up and down my wet folds.

"daddy please I need you." I beg. "fine, only because I'm so fucking hard for you" he rams his cock into me without a second thought.

"why don't you tell Sam what you want him to do to you, hm?" Colby teases. "want.... want you to fuck my face while Colby e-eats me out" my hands cover my face in embarrassment.

he rips my hands from my face "I think Sam would wanna see your pretty face as I fuck you." he pins my hands above my head as he slides his cock in and out of me.

his pace gets faster and his rhythm gets sloppy. my legs wrap around his waist, wanting him closer in me.

he apparently liked that because I feel him twitch in me. "fuck... gonna cum in your pretty pussy, huh? you want me to cum in you, fucking slut"

"shit..... yes yes yes please." I beg more.

his final push in me makes me unravel the knot in my stomach. my back arches as my legs tighten around his waist.

his breath slows as he picks himself up and goes to our bathroom. he runs a washcloth under water and comes back to clean us up.

Colby wore a smirk on his face that I couldn't see. "hey baby, can you get the cameras from downstairs please? I wanna edit some footage from earlier"

"yeah sure" I struggle to go downstairs but I make it through

I turn the corner and there he is…

Sam

he was downstairs this whole time

"uhm uhh... hi?"

"hello beautiful" he says as he stands up and walks towards me. he puts a finger under my chin and makes me look at him "you sounded lovely up there. calling out for me. I hope you meant every word up there because I plan on making those things true. " he whispered in my ear.

his phone goes off. "I wonder what this is" he says sarcastically. he pulls up the video Colby took of me. "I hope I make you sound like this" he kisses your neck and walks out the door.

“fuck”

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this has been in my head for a looooong time

[angelltheninth]

Hello! I just love your arcane x reader works! Can you do arcane characters x gender neutral! reader who either died or got kidnapped during a mission?

Oh not making Reader dead nope, these characters have suffered enough they don't need a dead lover.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, injury, cuddles, nightmares, crying, rescue mission, reunion kisses

A/N: Well um... Jayce might... you know what no, Mel is gonna be fine!

First, know that you won't stay kidnapped for long. If it for some reason is days then be ready to be face to face with a very tired and very pissed off Jinx when she finally manages to track you down.

Who ever kidnapped you most likely won't survive to tell the tail and even if by some miracle they do they sure as hell won't ever look at the color blue the same way ever again. She might be tired as all fuck, on the verge of collapsing even but she won't rest until you're safe and sound in her arms back in her house.

"You're safe and sound now sugar. That must've been scary for ya. Don't worry, they won't hurt you again. Or anyone else for that matter. Oh, no don't look at them like that, ya shouldn't be sorry for them, they don't deserve your compassion."

By the time Vi finds you she's bruised up maybe even more then your kidnappers. She's fought her way through all of them, yelling and cursing every single one of them. She gathers you in her arms and carries you back home.

As much as she wants to be the one taking care of you she's also pretty beat so you take the role of caretaker instead. Her hands are red and covered in cruises from vicious punching, twitching when you kiss them gently. Shit, you got her feeling all mushy, she could cry, no she is crying, she feels very lucky to have you.

"I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you sweet stuff, you're the one who got kidnapped. I know! How is it that I'm more banged up then you? You should have seen those sorry bastards, one actually cried for his mom. Did... did they make you cry? If they did I'm going back and kicking their asses all over again."

Caitlyn, as much as she wants to, doesn't rush in. She has a plan, one that assures that not one of those who wronged you escapes her sights and a fair trail. In which they will be put behind bars for kidnapping and extortion.

She takes care of most of them by herself, a little more rough around the edges then usual but still not missing a shot. She can't afford to. Can't help but cry when she cups your bruised face in her hands. She was scared, so damn scared that this was it. Right now only your kiss will make her feel relieved again.

"Darling, its me, its just me. Please, I know it hurts but... oh gods... please just let me hold you a little. I don't care that they're looking, I need this right now. Don't worry I've got a warm bath and even warmer hugs ready for you once we get back home."

Ekko arrives to rescue you with an entire team of Firelights at his back. He doesn't even bother hiding his face with the mask, he wants them to remember him, the look in his eyes and how it could have been the last thing they ever saw.

There's no way he can tear himself away from you once he's got you safe and sound in his arms. He doesn't leave your side while your injures are being treated or while you sleep. In fact he doesn't even sleep until you wake up and smile at him again the next morning, that's the point where he feels like he's done a good job.

"Firefly how do you feel? You took a bit of a hit to the head but the doctor said you should be okay now. Sorry, I got careless and let my guard down. I saw them coming but I... I wasn't fast enough. Its not okay! I could have gotten you killed. I would lay my life down for the cause, and that does double for laying down my life for you."

There isn't anything or anyone that can move around Zaun without Vander's knowledge. He thought he left his violent days behind him a long time ago, and for the most part he has but there's still that protective spark in him that can activate his violent side easily.

His fists may be covered in blood but his smile and eyes are as soft as ever when he looks at you. Soft kisses are pampered all over your forehead, the tiniest broken hiccup tearing from his mouth as he nuzzles you close to him and carries you back to the Last Drop to look you over.

"I should've taken care of that gang long ago. Then you wouldn't be in this situation darlin'. How do I feel? Not a scratch on me as you can see. You on the other hand... don't worry you still look pretty to me, bruises or not. I can kiss them better if you just stopped your squirming around."

Zaun is Silco's domain. If anyone is stupid enough to try and kidnap you in his own territory they won't stay hidden for long. And once he finds them, well, he's got plenty of uses for scum like that. Painful use.

As for you, you get nothing but his undivided attention until the last bruise on your body fades away. Sure he does need to be in his office and all that but you can be with him, you can get kisses whenever you want even get to cuddle with him on the couch.

"Are you comfortable over there darling? If you want I can get something better brought here. Shimmer? Well it would be faster but I'm not getting you hooked on this, you're much to precious to me to be some experiment. Your kidnappers on the other hand will serve their purpose."

They will have to eat through a straw for the rest of their lives if they even survive Sevika getting her hands on them. They should be so lucky to only get away with broken bones and nothing else with the way she was making her way through them.

Sevika is very careful when she's handling you, she'd never been so gentle with anyone. It's new, endearing even. You're pretty sure you hear her cursing beside you when she's got her arms wrapped around yours as you fall asleep, followed by a very long kiss on your head and a heavy, relived sigh.

"Sleep sweet thing, no one's gonna hurt you hear me? They can try but I'll kill them all, lucky if that's all I do. The only reason those idiots are still breathing is cause I didn't wanna get their blood all over your pretty face. If I see them again there's gonna be a lot to clean up."

Viktor doesn't think he can let you out of his sight ever again after you're back at his side. He only wishes he could have done more then waited for you to be retuned to him. At least you're safe that's all that should matter.

He should be the one looking after you but he's the one who ends up with nightmares that night. He's already lost sleep, he should be resting but when he thinks about you not being here anymore, it crushes him from the inside. All he wants, all he needs right now is to cuddle up next to you and listen to your heartbeat.

"Sorry I woke you up darling. I'm alright, don't worry. I'm not crying, just had a bit of a bad dream. Go back to sleep please, you need it. I'll be fine, as long as I've got you here by my side there's nothing I cannot handle."

Jayce holds you close to his chest while he carries you to the doctor. He's constantly kissing the back of your hand, his hammer leaning against the bedframe just in case any of the kidnappers got away and wanted to try their luck again.

There aren't many things that can make him scared like the thought of losing you. He tries to be logical most of the time, he feels like that's what he should be, but you make him act on his emotions, you make him want to scream and cry and tell you over and over how much he loves you and how he'll never let anything bad happen to you again.

"Hey, you're awake! Whoa babe, easy, don't try getting up right now, you need to rest, you've been through a lot today. Just say the word and I'll get you whatever you need. You always take care of me so let me be a good boyfriend and spoil you for a change and help you get better okay?"

Mel was almost ready to throw diplomacy out the damn window and turn both Piltover and Zaun on their heads to find you. But that would be going against everything the two of you are trying achieve. That said she doesn't show mercy to your kidnappers either, making sure they get put away for a long time, never seeing the light of day again.

After every meeting with the Council she rushes home to you, her mind stuck on you all day, unable to concentrate properly. This will be an issue for her until you recover but you being safe and getting healed up are... more important to her then impressing the Council.

"I made it home early for you darling, and I brought some more medicine. Would you like it now or after you eat? I see, very well then, just my company for now is it. I must say you've become a bit more spoiled recently. I don't mind one bit, as long as you're alright I'm happy to provide you anything you want."

[goldustwomun]

will we talk? (j.p.)

pairing: bodyguard! james potter x baker! reader

summary: it was only meant to be a one night stand-- a pretty fucking amazing one night stand, but one night nevertheless. so when your dad informs you of a bounty on your head and beloved bakery, you expect just about anyone in the world but james to show up as your newly appointed bodyguard. he doesn’t even fit in with the decor!

warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, mentions of a sketchy job (drugs, arms, trafficking etc. u kno the drill w/ obscure mafia stuff), very very hot james xoxo

wc: 2.9k+

note: guess who’s back! (back back) back again! (again, again). anyway, hey :) i had random lines written for this for over a year & tbfh first yr of uni was great and then shit and then really shit so i had no desire to write, but i want to try!!! i really do!!! please, <3 comment & reblog <3 it means the world to me & literally every writer out there! excited for u all to read this :)

Some might say it’s obscene to be sat at a bar, three vodka cokes down, when it was only just past 7 o’clock. The sun still stared pointedly down outside the window, streets bustling with people only just starting their commute home. And sure, any other young adult might have used this opportunity to meet some friends, have a quiet night in, maybe text that one guy on Tinder they’d been putting off meeting– something, anything to fill the awkward lull in time that wouldn’t be too much of a regret the next day.

Some might say it’s obscene, but you like to think it’s just another Tuesday.

The problem with Tuesdays is that more often than not, Wednesdays tend to follow. And it was at noon on the dot that you’d have to make your forty-minute bus ride downtown (a mistake in itself when all anyone could smell was weed, piss and something else indistinguishably rancid), into the one office building that seemed to substantially out-tower the others like some sort of architectural pissing contest, only to sit in front of your Dad and his ever-overpowering bluntness.

And it’s not like you despised him with every molecule in your body– rather, a few molecules here and there. He loved you, that you were certain of, but owing anyone money, your own father especially, made relationships uncomfortable in a sticky, sweaty, clammy-hands kind-of-way. He had always been an immovable figure, suspiciously mafia-esque, even, but of course, you’d never dare broach the subject.

So, Dad, Pa, Father dearest– are the rumours true? Do you really run an underground boxing ring? Or is it arms? Drugs, maybe? As long as it’s not human trafficking, I’ll still love you!

Some things are better left untouched. If ignorance was bliss, you were determined to remain in whatever liminal state of unknowing you’d been in your entire life.

And while he kept to himself and you did to, the last Wednesday of every month, noon on the dot, was not to be messed with. You’d learned that the hard way when you’d missed one during a particularly harrowing cold. It’d been like a SWAT team smashing through your apartment windows when you’d forced her eyes open.

So instead, you gulped down another glass of scathing liquid, all but gagging near the end at the acidic taste of un-mixed liquor swirling around the bottom of your glass.

It was Tuesday, after all, and you hoped if you drank enough, there would be a chance you’d be able to zone out tomorrow– a sweet spot you’d yet to master (somewhere between mildly hungover but still coherent enough to please him).

“What is that– your fourth? Fifth?” A voice questioned alongside a scratch of the bar stool to your left. It was deep, curious, deliciously rough– enough so that your mouth quirked behind your glass, bracing yourself for the face attached to such an addictive timbre.

“Third, actually–” you turned, finally taking in the tousled, black hair, crooked nose with rounded glasses perched on top of them, “--have you been counting?”

He had a kind of all-consuming appearance. Dark yet boyish when you noticed how his smile leaned one way, and a slight chip in his front tooth. An athlete, maybe? You were going to thank whatever misguided angel, deity or God herself had brought him to you.

You didn’t make a habit out of chatting up posh-looking lads with egos that rivalled even that of Icarus and his melting wings, but maybe just this once you’d give in– actually take what’s being offered.

“Huh– dunno why you’re sounding so smug, love. Three drinks and it’s not even dinner time. Some might call that a problem.” Almost immediately that smile of his morphed into an all-knowing smirk, a teasing gleam swimming about in those swampy hazel eyes of his.

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Who? Eighteen year olds having a taste of their first legal drink? Not sure three drinks add up to literal alcoholism, love,” you threw back, defensive, accompanied by that kind of uppity tone in your voice you despised hearing in others’.

His irrefutable bemusement only sharpened the knife poking away between your ribs. Your frown deepened, and so did his grin, but still, his hands flew up in mock-defence as if your words could bite back (and boy, did you wish they could).

“My bad, sweetheart, only teasing,” he assured, nodding at the bartender and then your now-empty drink. Another one, his practised movements seemed to say,

“Do you make a habit out of calling girls alcoholics and then buying them a drink?” you asked, curiosity taking over your irritation.

He shrugged and you couldn’t help but follow the movement, watching as his broad shoulders seemed to invade your space with such careless effort. “So far, just you. It’s something new I’m trying out. What do ya’ think, is it working?” Again with that boyish charm– some sort of arrogance and humility all at once.

Your head shook in an immediate no, but more so to hide the smile that had unwillingly crept onto your face. You knew, with the way things were going, that you’d give into just about anything the man offered (of which he’d not even hinted at yet, but you were just so mesmerised and maybe a little tipsy so you didn’t quite care enough to think of how desperate you may be coming off).

“‘M James, by the way,” he offered as a white flag, a surrender, if you will. You accepted by returning the formality and raising your new drink to his own– a half-empty glass of clear liquid and ice.

“What is that?” you motioned to the beverage in question, “like– 10 shots of straight vodka at once?”

He snorted, a little ugly yet somehow endearingly attractive. Fuck. “Even better, actually– water.”

“And is that new as well, to go with the accusations and drinks?”

“Oh, yeah– I’m really trying to commit to this new year, new me thing,” he bounced back effortlessly.

“It’s November,” you deadpanned, brow arched.

“So I’m either a month and a bit early, or eleven late,” he quipped. You were stunned by the easy rhythm of your back and forth, wondering in what world someone like him could exist– a paragon of a man or whatever the scholars called it. “And while that’d be a fun little story if it were the truth, ‘m actually starting a job tomorrow. Big one, as well. Figured some self-restraint was in order.”

And it was only then that you’d noticed just how little space there was between the both of you, having somehow drifted closer, closer, closer like galaxies hurtling towards each other.

You all but swallowed, staring at his drink held between you, a last barrier that seemed both momentous and insignificant. He’d got you caged in as well, an arm lazing on your backrest, near enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin, blood, maybe even his desire. And his legs, in a somewhat similar position, only a whisper away from knocking into your own.

You considered giving in right then and there, urging his mouth to yours, maybe leading him to the restroom in a grungy stall you wouldn’t otherwise go near on even your worst, most wasted nights.

“Self-restraint with the drinks only, right?” you questioned, tearing your gaze from his glass to his eyes, only to find them already fixated to you. His mouth was perched open, a glide of his tongue against his bottom lip, and the action draws you closer to that chip in his tooth you’d noticed earlier– the one that begged you closer. For inspection, a taste– whatever.

“Oh, but of course. It’s my undoing really, my Achilles Heel, my Hubris,” he seemed to murmur, his words a secret between the two of you. You felt bold then, a rush of heat pouring through your veins as your palm came to rest on the thigh closest to you.

His eyes flickered down for a moment, as if making sure it was real — that touch — before they returned to you. Waiting, watching, with bated breath.

“What is?” you asked, questioning if you’d missed a part of his sentence or if he really was striking you speechless and a little stupid with his words.

“Pretty girls with drinking problems,” and you couldn’t help the surprised laugh that burst from you. He grinned and it was pure majesty.

“Yeah?” you mumbled, inching forward.

“Oh, yeah,��� he replied, sealing his mouth to yours.

It was bright, too bright in his office– like the ceiling lamps worked part-time in interrogation rooms on the weekends. As much as you needed to be alert, comprehensive, at least mildly sober– it just wasn’t going to happen.

Last night had been something else entirely– the kind of mind-blowing fuck you could only ever dream about, when nights were lonely and the left side of the bed cold for too long. Your memory was somewhat hazy, tinged red with lipstick and lovebites and kicking the duvet out of the way to reach more skin. It was scathing yet sweet and a kind of ruination you welcomed with open arms.

But it also ended abruptly when your eyes flickered open the next morning (a few hours later, more like) and he was already gone. You knew it was for the best– you barely had time for yourself, your family and friends, let alone a stranger with a quick (and skilled, in many ways) tongue and wit.

So there you were, jarred by the empty feeling seeping into your bones. And the lights (had you mentioned the lights?).

“Now, how have things been going this past month?” your Father asked in that all-business, no-nonsense way of his. You think he knows you’re hungover but like all things in your relationship, the two of you choose to ignore it.

“There haven’t been as many customers as I would have liked. The school down the road has been half empty since most of everyone is on study leave, but I–”

“I didn’t ask for excuses, only how it’s going,” he interrupted swiftly. A stabbing pain seemed to appear at the base of your skull as you conjured the remaining energy inside of you to not roll your eyes at your own Father, as well as the man you quite literally owed thousands of pounds to.

“Of course, my bad,” you bit out, taking a deep breath before continuing. “The shop wasn’t as successful as previous months but I’ve got the money here anyway so I’ll still be on track.”

He nodded, accepting your answer and the envelope you placed on his otherwise scarce desk in front of him, before he slid the money, unchecked, into his top drawer.

You sighed, hurrying your words and rushing to gather your things and be out of that dreary office, “Well, if that’s all, I’ve got some errands to run and–”

“--Actually, there’s more I need to discuss with you.” For the second time that day, he cut you off and you fell, defeated, back into the cold leather of the chair. You tilted your head in some sort of half-nod that said, go on.

With his hands clasped in front of him, a stern front if there ever was one, he continued. “As you know, my work is complicated–” (you frowned) “--complicated and expensive. And when one is dealing with the amount of money this company makes, things can get… messy.”

To say you were confused would be an understatement. An actual conversation, albeit clouded with obscurity, about his job? “And when things are messy, one tends to make enemies.”

You couldn’t help how your frown deepened, but you held back any concerns before they could make their way past the tip of your tongue. Your Dad wasn’t one to be interrupted, even if he was particularly talented at doing it to others.

“Essentially, there’s someone who’s not very happy with me–” your mouth opens finally to prod at his statement but he continues anyway, “--and despite every precaution I have taken in order to keep you safe and separate from my work, it’s unfortunately backfired this time around. And so, for your safety, I’ve hired a bodyguard to watch over you for at least the next few months.”

He finished and then there was a resolute silence hanging over you as you took in his words.

You couldn’t help it– you burst out laughing.

“Dad, you’re not– I mean–” the sentence barely made its way out of your mouth before you were overcome with a fit of nervous giggles once more. This is absurd. “You’re not being serious, you can’t be. Right?”

Silence.

Oh.

So that’s when the panic set in, your fingers clutching the armrest on either side of you until your knuckles were white. “Holy fucking–”

“Language,” he scolded with no particular bite and you couldn’t help but scoff,

“Language? Seriously, language. That’s all you have to say. You’ve just told me there’s some kind of bounty on my head and that I need a bodyguard– like, a person to follow me around, twenty four-seven, and carrying a gun or some shit– but all you can think to say to me is fucking language?!” Your breath came out in quick pants, jumping to your feet as you paced the office.

This must be a joke, you thought incredulously. You can’t have some stranger following you around. You had a business to run, croissants to sell, debt to pay off! Who could possibly–

And somehow it got worse.

He walked in and the two of your gazes connecting immediately, like magnets (though this time in a completely different context with your own Father as a member of the audience). You could see, from your place by the window, how his irises grew imperceptibly wider for barely a second as the recognition set in.

“No. No, no, no,” you blurted out immediately, mouth still wide from shock and suddenly you questioned whether your rapid heartbeat was a surprise or something close to a heart attack. Oddly, you’d have preferred the latter.

“Sweetheart,” he had pulled out the big guns now, “this is James Potter.”

“Dad—” you tried and failed to interrupt.

“Don’t worry about the logistics, I’ve sorted it all out. I’ve already rented the apartment next to yours so that he’s nearby at all times. He’ll need to be hired as an employee at your bakery– you know, for appearances sake— but don’t worry about the cost, i’ve got it covered.” Your mouth opened and closed, gaping like a fish out of water.

“And most importantly, he is not to leave your side. Ever.” He said it with ease like he hadn’t just informed you that your one night stand had turned into your shadow for the foreseeable future.

James had yet to say anything, his face a facade you wished you could slap off in that moment. Instead, he stood stalk still, arms poised behind him like some sycophantic robot ready to do whatever your Father pleased.

“He can’t be my bodyguard, Dad,” you urged, rushing to his desk, palms slamming down in front of him.

His response was a raised brow (you shared that in common). “And why’s that?”

It’s like you could hear James’ heart skip a beat, probably because yours had as well. You couldn’t tell him the real reason– that’d be a death wish, for the pair of you, if there ever was one.

“It’s just– he’s too big!” James didn’t smile, not outwardly, but you could see it in his eyes when you glanced his way. “I mean, he’s scary or whatever. He won’t fit in with the decor and it’ll scare away the customers,” you reasoned.

He finally spoke and it was then that you truly did consider walking over and slapping him across his stupid, gorgeous face. “What customers?”

You scoffed, whipping your head towards him. “Oh, screw you!”

James looked as if he were going to bite back, mouth poised for a reaponse, but your Dad cut in to save the two of you from outting yourselves.

“That’s enough. This isn’t up for discussion. James is your bodyguard and you’ll have no say in the matter.”

You deflated immediately, collapsing into the same chair you’d sat in, clueless, earlier.

So much for one night.

comment & reblog :)) if u have any ideas for the next chapters do lmk!!! woo!!

[luveline]

Hi Jade! I love your writings so much. I often keep them as a treat for my way to work - only if I can be patient.

There is a big thunderstorm right now and I rememberd how when I was little my dad took me in his arms and went to the window to show me I don't have to be afraid of a thunderstorm. That got me thinking about Eddie and Roan. I can really picture them doing this. And r witnesses, maybe before the proposal (somehow I mentally devide their timeline in bevor and after the proposal and moving houses).

I don't know if you would want to write something like that. Perfectly fine if you don't.

hi my love, thank you so much for your request!! i hope you like it! eddie and roan —eddie comforts roan during a thunderstorm. 2k, fem!reader

Eddie knows without looking out of the window that the crunching sound outside is the tires of your car as you park. A slamming follows, then your footsteps hurried in the rain bumping up the stairs. You open the door, ushering in a hail of rain and your funny awkward smile he adores so much, like you're surprised to find him in his own home. 

"Hi, sweetheart," you say, rain rivulets racing down your cheeks, "it's raining bad." 

"Yeah?" he asks, semi-serious. 

He's feeling slovenly today (and pretty much every other day too, though he's allowing himself the indulgence of listening to his wants for once) and so he remains laying down on the couch, but he reaches out with two grabbing hands for you, encouraging you in. 

You frown at his teasing, slipping out of your shoes and your coat, and letting them fall as you walk toward him. He knows you aren't so rude as to leave your stuff lying around. You're as eager to see him today as he is to see you, because you've been separated for a few days; you've been at work and your own home, Eddie at Roan's art and crafts summer workshop, both slightly too busy to come and see one another without causing upheaval. 

You walk into his arms, which is to say you kneel on the couch and then collapse like a dry sand castle into his chest. You're a grown woman with enough weight to make him groan at your sudden landing. Eddie wouldn't change a thing about you, including your roughness, and he takes your hug in stride. 

"I missed you so much," you say, kissing his jaw. 

You hadn't meant to kiss his jaw; you go in for a corrective peck against his lips, your smile sticky with clear balm and smelling of oranges, peaches. Sweet, citrusy. Eddie licks his lips when you pull away and beams at the transferred flavour. 

"Ew," you murmur, wrinkling your nose even as you smile.

"You taste nice, what can I say?" Eddie looks at you through one eye. "You actually got prettier while you were away, didn't you? I missed you so much I made you prettier." 

"You have freaky mind powers," you say agreeably, pressing another quick kiss to his cheek. He must shine in the light from all the spread gloss. 

"It's really raining out there. Did you get that leak fixed last time?" you ask. 

Eddie puts an arm behind his head and looks up at the ceiling. "Ah, she'll be okay. It can't get that bad again, can it?" 

You try to cover his mouth and prevent his jinx, but it's too late. Within five minutes, the rain has turned to a hammering spatter against the roof and ceiling of Eddie's home, and the windows shake in their frames as the wind howls. 

You ease to one side of Eddie to take your weight off of his chest and the two of you peer out at the quickly darkening sky, perturbed but nothing anymore severe at the suddenness of the weather. 

"Maybe that's why it's been so warm," he suggests, trailing a fingertip down your back. "It was waiting to break." 

"The heat?" You rub your cheek against his shoulder, and take a sneaky breath in that Eddie pretends he doesn't notice. 

"Isn't that what it is, the pressure? Weather systems? Cyclones?" 

"Sorry, handsome, buzzwords won't turn me into a weatherologist." You put your hand on his cheek and rub the pale, stubbly skin beneath it with an adoring thumb. "I bet you're right. Do you have enough stuff to survive if we get rained in for the weekend?" 

"Sure. Got a whole crock pot of stew going, with tiny carrots and pearl onions and the works. Sautéed, by the way." 

"Sounds delicious," you say, smiling down at him like he's hung the moon. He'll never, ever get sick of the sweetness with which you see him. "Can I try some?" 

"It should be done now if you want me to fix you a bowl." 

You climb off of him as carefully as you're able to, so you almost jab him in the crown jewels. You're sorry kiss makes up for it, and better the little sound of happiness you make from the kitchenette after your first taste of stew. You eat another spoonful quickly, and Eddie's content to let you do as you like as long as you keep smiling like that. 

He's thinking Roan's been suspiciously quiet for a while when his daughter miraculously appears. She looks exactly like him, though Roan has a slightly different nose. Her dark eyebrows are pulled down and in, her little pink lip pouted out. 

"What's up?" he asks gently, always sorry when she's unhappy. He clambers up into a sitting position and holds out his arms. She rushes forward, burying her face in his KISS shirt without a sound. "Ro, what's wrong?" 

He pet's her hair out of her face. She whispers something, but Eddie can't hear her. He ducks his head and whispers too. "What's wrong? I can't hear you, you're so quiet. Shout at me, please." 

"I don't like the storm." 

Eddie's eyebrows rise in realisation. "Ah, I know. Sorry, baby, I should've come to see if you were okay, you don't like the loud noise, huh?" 

"It flashed, dad." 

"Did we have lightning?" 

"It was really bright, and then the sky cracked." 

Eddie rubs the short stretch of her back, her grubby t-shirt bunching under his hand. He decides that's as good a distraction as any he'll get and hugs Roan to his chest as he stands. "Let's put pyjamas on. Wanna say hi to Y/N first?" 

Roan perks up when she sees you. You're caught red-handed, still standing at the kitchen eating spoons of stew over your hand, but neither Munson cares. You waylay them with cheek kisses and offer to plate up dinner. Eddie things it's a great idea. 

"Before she eats it all," he murmurs to Roan cheekily. 

You harrumph, but the emphasis is lost on account of your full mouth. Eddie's kidding, but if you did want to eat that whole crock pot he'd let you, he likes you that much. Or, he'd let you given you save enough for Roan. She loves loves loves pearl onions. 

He wrangles her into new pyjamas and brushes out her hair, but Eddie's affection and hugs can't hide bellowing rain and thunder, and by the time he's braided her hair out of her face in loose pigtails she's shaking in his lap. 

"It's really scary, is it?" he asks. 

"It's so loud," she says, her voice tenuous as a string of silk. Eddie senses a bout of tears approaching. "Daddy, I don't like it, I want it to go away." 

Eddie bundles her up into his arms again and carries her slowly back into the living room. You frown at them as they pass the kitchenette, concerned by Roan as she hides her face in Eddie's front. 

He pats her back, swaying her from side to side. Eddie can't make the rain stop, and he can't quieten thunder, but he can comfort her. He can explain it so it feels less huge and out of reach. 

"Baby," he says, approaching the window. "Have a look. It's okay, I promise, just have a look." 

Roan brings her head up reluctantly. 

"See all that? It's not scary if you don't want it to be." Rain hits the window, the sound dulled by walls but still abrasive. He turns his body so Roan can see the huge dark clouds above them. "I know the clouds are scary because they're dark, but they're dark because they're full of so much water. The water comes out, and the clouds go white again, that's all it is." 

"What about the banging?" she asks, wide eyes glassy as she peers between the window and her dad's patient smile. 

"You know lightning, the big white flash? The lightning moves through the cloud so fast that it makes a loud noise, but it's not mean. Think about if me and you were running real fast down the hallway. Our footsteps would be loud, but we'd be having so much fun we don't think it's bad." 

Roan looks out at the rainy road and field outside of the trailer window. She's pouting.

"Like a sponge?" she asks quietly. 

"Want to go look?" 

"Outside?" she asks, shaking her head vehemently. "No, dad." 

"No, in the sink! In the sink, I'll show you."

Eddie carries her to the kitchen. You're looking at him with hearts for eyes, and he has no idea what it's for but he sends you a joking wink. He props her on the counter, his hand on her knees to stop any accidental slipping, and passes her the sponge. 

"Alright, RoRo, you have the sponge and hold it under the water." He flicks on the cold top. Roan holds it under the water, watching intensely as it starts to darken. "Now squeeze it, all the colour goes away." 

She squeezes it. Cold water splashes the side of the empty sink basin and it sounds loud in the relative quiet of the kitchen. "It's like the thunder," she says.

"Exactly!" He rubs her little shoulder. "Wanna try the sponge again?" he asks. 

It's simple, but it helps her calm down, and his explanation is seemingly good enough. Roan doesn't suddenly start to enjoy the awful banging of thunder or the rain as it batters the metal roof, but she isn't petrified to tears anymore, and after a nice warm dinner she turns too lethargic to worry. 

You and Eddie sit together on the couch, Roan in his lap, dozing. You've changed into the pyjamas you keep in his top drawer, the fabric soft against his naked arm. You don't have a designated drawer and Eddie kind of loves it, all your things mixed in with his like you live here with them. You should. He's asked you twice, but you've turned him down gently each time, unafraid to be be honest about how you feel: I love you, Eddie, and I don't want us to rush into things, don't want to be the evil stepmom stealing her space and her dad. 

One at a time, then, he'd joked. First we'll get married.

"You did a really amazing job, earlier," you say, letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you've never looked so pretty, not ever. 

"When?" he asks, voice warmed by affection, a stickying fondness like the word has been coated in honey.

"When you were explaining the rain to her. You're always patient. You're just as lovely as she is." 

He stares at you for too long. Seconds upon seconds, his eyes tracing the cuve of your nose, the bow of your top lip, and the softness of your jaw, up to your eyes again. 

"You're the nicest person I ever met," you say. 

"Hey, don't go spreading that around," he warns, faux-fierce. 

You're answering laugh is like silver sewn into the air, one slow loop of your breath at a time. Eddie can't believe it, this life, his girl in his lap and his love on his arm, warm and cosy and waiting out the storm without any worries at all. 

"Luckiest guy on earth," he says, kissing your hairline tenderly. "That's me." 

"Luckiest, kindest, prettiest–" 

"If you're gonna do this all night me and you are gonna have a problem." 

You burst out laughing. Roan rouses on your chest, joining in on instinct, her giggles tiny and tired. "What's funny?" she asks hoarsely. 

Eddie scoots forward in his seat to grab her drink. 

"We're just happy," he explains.

Super, uber happy, even with the bad weather. 

[readerwithsalt]

Sun and the Star Review: (With snippets from the book)

Since I just finished The Sun and the Star I’m just gonna say the first thing I have a problem with is the TELLING and NOT SHOWING.

• And I was wondering if anyone thought that they made Will super lame and ooc compared to previous cooler depictions of him. Like he’s supposed to be Super Chill under pressure and the Calm Dude but he’s so WHINY the entire book. He’s constantly complaining, judging, screaming, crying or sleeping. The cool, chill vibe Will had before is gone which was one of the things I liked about him before.

• someone else said ‘Tsats Will thinks there’s something wrong with Nico, something wrong with his personality. Will thinks Nico needs to be “fixed” and “healed” and so he can be “normal” and then Nico will be actually appealing to Will. Tsats Will may love some parts of Nico (or at least thinks he loves some parts of Nico). But there are more parts of Nico that Will finds unsavory or unnerving or scary or unsettling or unsatisfactory or unappealing’ I agree sadly

• Like he tells Nico in the beginning of the book that he’s just as capable of survival as Nico (which I snorted at cause no) and then is the hugest burden I’ve ever seen on a quest EVER in a riordan book. Like Nico tries to lift Will up every time he passes out from ‘lack of sun’ (which is so stupid btw) and Nico can’t lift him up cause he’s not strong enough so he’s constantly WAITING on Will. And it’s really boring to read about how every few seconds Nico has to turn around and let his boyfriend catch up.

I think Will’s character could have shined and been more likable in a completely different plot and quest.

Like, I thought since they weren’t giving Will any weapons that his strengths would lie in being the fast athletic character that didn’t need a magic item in order to show off…

• the whole ‘role reversal’ caretaker thing made Will look completely useless. Nico did 80 percent of the work and Will sadly fell flat. I thought he was coming along to keep Nico safe and to heal him when he got injured but Nico was pretty much doing almost every job. It was like he was riding Nico’s coattails to become a ‘hero’ and prove himself. But he didn’t really prove anything except that he complains a lot when things get rough.

They didn’t give Will a character weapon (even Piper has one and she doesn’t fight that much. Neither does Leo and he at least uses a hammer) they made him exhausted the whole book so he didn’t have his normal physical strength, his backstory was also pretty boring.

• and Will keeps randomly getting irritated at Nico bc Nicos irritated at him. Like?? Your shitting on his underworld home every chance you get. I’d be irritated too.

• in previous books he’s described as an archer. Even tho Leo calls him ‘the archer dude’ in TLH he suddenly doesn’t know how to use a bow AT ALL. He only said he wasn’t as good as his siblings not that he was complete shit at it. Previously he used a bow and had a dagger in BOO. Also will randomly says he never wanted to be a fighter and loved healing but in previous books he’s insecure about just that. Also the book forgets Will is a BATTLEFIELD MEDIC. Like he can fight and heal just like Apollo.

• Will whines constantly. And it’s grating and annoying to read. Either about the lack of sun (you knew what you were getting into dumbass) or the dead people walking around or about Nico’s horrible ‘darkness’ that he has to heal. It’s like he never thinks of Nicos feelings when he says stuff. And there little ‘fights’ end unsatisfactory.

• The vibe of Camp-Half-Blood is nonexistent. It does not feel like camp at all. It feels like we’re in a 12 year olds fanfic mind. ALL of the campers are gone even though it’s been established MANY are orphans and we see no beloved background characters and background chaos that makes us smile like in the past books. It made me surprisingly more depressed than I thought it would.

• it’s also missing the mystique of a quest. Like going up to the big house to have the quest recited around a table full of cabin counselor demigods all fighting to be the third member to prove themself a hero (mostly the ares cabin) no matter how important a quest in pjo was for Percy Chiron ALWAYS enforced certain rules. Even if they broke later on.

• Loose Ends. Reyna is. Not. Mentioned. Once. It never comes up how Nico feels about his big sister friend joining the hunters like his other one did even tho in BOO he tore apart a courtyard cause they took her. The girl whose shoulder he cried into, the girl who was with him during his last quest. The girl who thought of him as a little brother and tucked him in her cape and said he resembled his surname as he slept.

Hazel is mentioned… but it’s literally just a couple shallow mentions that don’t have anything to do with the fact that he may not ever see her again if he revisits Tartarus. He mentions his beloved little sister who was the actual first light in his life (don’t know why the book says Will is) in a long time only once and it’s because he can’t remember something and thinks Hazel would?? It’s weird that he iris messages Piper at the end instead of Hazel. I thought that’s what he was going to do and then it was just a big cringe fest of Piper shoved in at the end talking about the label of her sexuality?? Like we actually care??

And It’s never stated that Nico finds out where Jason is even though HE SHOULD KNOW. He literally talks to Beckendorf and Luke when they die in pjo to find out where they went but he can’t figure out where his best friend is??

Also at the end of the book it says Nico still hasn’t redecorated his cabin even though he told Jason he was going to a YEAR AGO bc the ‘decor was disgusting’ (I think that was the worst loose end not fixed 😂)

Every other relationship of Nicos is thrown away so he can admire Will Solace’s mediocrity. who’s kinda a loser in this tbh….

• The Percabeth scene was weird. What relevance does sally jackson have to Nico’s story? Why did he have to go all the way to Percy’s bedroom to iris message him?? And the fact he uses the ship name Percabeth to describe them (which he’d never done in previous books) proves a cringe fan is the one writing this.

The fact that they don’t OFFER TO HELP Nico is ooc of them. Bc even if Percy wants to chill at college he would never want Nico to clean up his mess without offering his help. Also the fact that Percy turns to Annabeth and says ‘oh man I forgot about him’ is like… WHAT?? And they just say oh yea if anyone can get through Tartarus it’s you two.

To Will who’s never been on a quest and doesn’t fight (at least in this book) that’s a weird thing to say. Percy and annabeth only survived bc they’ve fought together FOR YEARS. And bc of Percy’s big three power. It was just a forced add in cameo. Would’ve been better if they didn’t know till the end that Nico got Bob out and then they suddenly see Bob in an iris message and start crying or something…

• it broke my heart that Nico gave his SKULL RING to Will. The last gift from Bianca Nico ever got and he gives it to someone that doesn’t even appreciate his element.

And what does Nico get in return? A coin. I mean, an engraved coin but still. It’s kinda symbolic of the relationship. Nico giving Will something of such RELEVANCE to Nico’s character, something he’s always described with wearing and then Nico receiving a token in turn.

• Will asks Persephone how he’s SUPPOSED TO LOVE NICO. Like I almost blew up my house with me in it at that part. It never feels like Will is as attracted to Nico as Nico is to him. Nico instigates every kiss (which is ooc of him and his reservedness to touch). It seems Will likes to look at others a lot because one of Nicos insecurities were of him staring at fucking Paolo. While being right next to his boyfriend, Will checks out other people… Like Nico deserves so much better. He at least deserves respect.

I would’ve appreciated Nico and Ghost Jason way more than this shit. At least Jason described Nico better and they weren’t even dating. And I liked Solangelo before this. Will never describes physical attributes that he likes about Nico the same way Nico does about Will. Like Nicos inky dark eyes and baby bat winged hair, and his smile that is apparently like winter sun breaking through snow flurries, and his hair smelling pleasantly of rain against stone (I think Apollo is more attracted to Nico than Will is). But Nico has to call Will hot every five min.

• Also I simply don’t understand the idea that Will being away from the sun would drain him to the point where he can’t keep up with NICO’S WALKING PACE within a couple hours. Like the super athletic, physically strong character that can lift Nico over his shoulders and run with him (and Rachel in TON) walks into the underworld and has to be healed by a stupid portable night light within five minutes.

• Don’t even get me started on his JUDGINESS. I always pictured Will as the guy at camp that thought Nicos powers were cool and stuff, right? And now he just judges every ‘dark’ thing nico does like darkness is synonymous with evil. And only his light can heal him. I HATED that trope and honestly thought they would make him more original. But I have to say it: he was so boring. Like in a way that made my stomach hurt.

• Wills kind of a jerk in this. Like it’s weird to read.

• The PACING. It was off the whole book. The only part i enjoyed was the part where they didn’t know they were dreaming (that part got me) but that was it. But like gorgras scene keeps overlapping with the rest of the story and I kept forgetting my place. The fact that riordan or oshiro or whatever 12 year old fan wrote this put the words FLASHBACK & DREAM SEQUENCE over the chapters gave it SERIOUS fanfic vibes. The pacing is simply not suspenseful enough for a place like Tartarus.

• And do NOT get me started on Tartarus. Okay I’ll say it anyway: it wasn’t scary AT ALL. LIKE ANY OTHER QUEST. Actually it seemed easier than other previous quests which is a big nope. Hades might as well have sent him to Target.

• And about the fact that is was HADES who gave him that prophecy is SO OOC of him. He loves Nico. Nico is probably Hades most favorite child ever as of right now and he sends him horrible nightmares, and a prophecy respouted 12 times to get him to save Bob (whom Hades could care less about btw) and go back to a place that he knows haunts Nico every day MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!

Also HOW did hades give Rachel that prophecy? He has no power over the Oracle of Delphi.

• Maria and Bianca MAKE NO SENSE! How in the hell is there any piece of thier souls left when Hades gave Maria ancient rites and was the one soul Nico was not allowed to see and Bianca reincarnated. WHICH WAS FORGOTTEN BTW. NOW SHES BACK IN ELYSIUM?? Like?? Like maybe I could see Hades letting Nico see a piece of Maria but Bianca is literally GONE forever.

Nico was ooc. Like not too badly but still bad. But the fact that Will didn’t let Nico shadow travel even once irks me. The fact Will didn’t let him summon Jules Albert irks me. The fact that Will kept brushing off nicos feeling about the underworld irks me. The fact that Will called Persephone the most beautiful PERSON he’d ever seen right in nicos face and then asked his (insecure) boyfriend if he was jealous irks me. The fact that Will is BORING AS FUCK irks me

• And the COMING OUT story. Horridly ooc. Nico shouting to the whole camp he’s gay and getting all the other kids to come out too is like??? and apparently he asked out Will before Will had even come out?? Nico would NEVER do that. Especially since not long before Cupid had done the same to him. And apparently Nico is like the first out character in a MODERN GREEK camp with DIONYSUS as a director. No.

In character Nico would’ve shadow traveled back to his cabin or the woods the moment he figured out what was happening.

• the nicknames are extremely cringe. Little ball of darkness is used to much and it made me itch. I think Will simply calling him babe or something would’ve been simpler and made them seem more like a real couple instead of a caricature of light and dark.

• ‘he’d always been the demigod who WOULDNT eat.’ ………..what the actual fuck is this. Nicos always been naturally skinny but being starved in jar is what messed up his hunger. Not that he WOULDNT eat. Why is everything always his fault in this book?

Like, he didn’t ‘LET’ himself get to the point of starvation over and over. I mean first of all he became homeless at ten years old, probably had to steal food items. And most recently he got KIDNAPPED by TWO GIANTS and starved forcibly. And then when he got out he was under so much stress of what just happened to him in Tartarus, the war with Gaea, his forced outing, and having to lug an enormous statue ACROSS THE WORLD. but nah, I guess he just LET all of that stuff happen to him

• the references are BAD. Out of touch bad. Unfunny and the joke never becomes a joke. It’s never explained how a kid from the 1930s knows how to use the internet and look up lil nas x in a camp that doesn’t use any technology. Doesn’t explain how Nico knows about Care Bear powers (I didn’t even know that) and the beginning scene with the Star Wars ‘joke’ set a weird tone for the book and wasn’t even funny.

• I hated the cocoa puff demons coming to live with Nico. Like I was fine they got created ig even tho it was weird and kinda dumb but the fact that Nico is so keen to have his worst memories and insecurities sleep in bed with him makes no sense once again. In character Nico would’ve burned them with hellfire.

• Also Nyx is a unfathomably weak villain. A PRIMORDIAL GODDESS that even ZEUS fears is taken down in two seconds. Also she’s just trying to get Nico ‘accept his darkness’. WHICH HE ALREADY HAS DONE. The moment he called himself The Ghost King in battle of the labyrinth at eleven years is when he truly accepted his powers and who he was. So… why is she even in the book in the first place??

• Also Will STILL insists it’s Nicos fault he wasn’t accepted. And that it was all in his head….

Also Micheal Yew was simply never mentioned again. Neither was lee fletcher. If they were I missed it.

There were a COUPLE of cute parts and lines but really this is simply too weird (and bad) to be canon to me. This book is just not canon. I see it as fanfiction from a random author that riordan probably let write the entire book or at least most of it. I think sadly riordan put his name on this for money and for fanservice because the writing is first draft material.

(And it kind of feels like they got this version of Nico and Will from cringy meme posts about them. Like, you know the ones where Nico’s all like ‘I am darkness, i am a vampire’ and Wills all like ‘come on, my uwu baby, no more shadowtravel for you, doctors orders~’ 🤣😭)

just because they thought that’s what the twelve year olds wanted and not realizing that a lot of those posts are simply made as a joke and not actually taken seriously in canon…. And that most people in the fandom thinks those are bad cringeposts

[havemybackanyday]

I started thinking about Buck texting Bobby every time he woke up, and my hand slipped.

---

Bobby is just beginning to prep breakfast at the station when his phone pings.

7:26am hey everything ok

It doesn't click right away—Bobby’s first assumption being that Buck is missing the job, maybe feeling a little left out. 

7:27am Yeah, everything’s fine here. Shift just started, you’re not missing much. Are you ok?

He watches as the three dots pop up and then disappear a couple times, and then puts his phone down to stir the eggs. He’s almost forgotten about it by the time the response comes in.

7:34am just checking

It’s then that the penny drops, and the realization breaks Bobby’s heart a little. He opens his camera and flips it around, taking a surreptitious selfie with A shift seated at the table in the background. Chim is gesturing animatedly, and Eddie is chuckling into a coffee mug while Hen rolls her eyes. In the foreground is half of Bobby’s own face, forgetting to smile as he concentrates on framing the shot. 

He sends the picture off to Buck.

7:36am We’re all here, all safe. We miss you. thanks bobby. miss you guys too

The next one comes in the following morning, just as Bobby is pulling into his driveway.

7:31am hey Hey, kid. All good here. ok, great sorry thanks No need, Buck.

Bobby knows there’s something Buck isn’t telling him about the coma dream and his place in it. When Bobby had asked him about it at the hospital, he’d been cagey, and since Buck got home, Bobby feels like he’s being tracked—like if Buck doesn’t know where Bobby is at any given moment, Bobby might vanish into thin air… or Buck might.

Bobby can be an anchor. He’s had practice.

2:12pm all good? All good.

They fall into a routine, where Buck will text “hey” whenever he wakes up and Bobby will reply with a checkmark emoji. It’s soothing for Bobby, too—this way, he knows Buck is sleeping, and gets a rough idea of when and how much. There’s always a text in the morning, and more often than not, a message also comes through in the afternoon. 

A couple days in, the afternoon text arrives while the 118 is on a call. Nothing serious, but several cars are involved, and Bobby is flitting around the scene, directing his people back and forth to where they’re needed. By the time he wraps up, Eddie is sitting half inside the truck and holding his phone, a concerned look on his face.

“Cap?”

Bobby pulls his own phone out of his turnouts.

3:42pm hey

3:48pm hey, bobby?

3:52pm i know it’s fine and i know you’re probably on a call but lmk if you’re ok when you can

3:54pm please sorry

Bobby takes a quick selfie with Eddie. Neither of them is smiling, but it’s not annoyance—it’s the same way they’d be looking at Buck if he were here, handling the call with them. No performing, just an ordinary moment in time. 

He sends it over.

4:09pm Sorry to make you wait. We’re good.

He looks up from his phone, and Eddie is watching him with pinched eyebrows. Wordlessly, he flips his phone around to show Bobby his own string of texts from Buck. Bobby sees his own name in the thread several times.

“How’s he doing?” Bobby asks.

Eddie blows out a breath and settles his elbows on his knees. “He’s… working through some stuff,” Eddie says, looking back at the text thread. He’s silent for a long moment, and then huffs a rueful laugh. “He seems rattled, which is pretty understandable. But beyond that, I don’t think he knows what he needs yet.”

“Well, until he tells us differently, the best thing we can do for him is to be here, and be us.”

Eddie nods, and they both swing into the engine.

That night, the ping of Bobby’s phone wakes him from a deep sleep in the station house bunks.

2:20am hey you awake

Bobby rubs a hand across his face. I am now. You ok? sorry i woke you No, don’t be. I’d rather you reach out.

Buck doesn’t respond; the three dots don’t even appear.

2:22am Did something happen? You alright?

2:24am just a nightmare You want to tell me about it? nah maybe later glad you’re ok, get some sleep

Bobby locks his phone and stares at the ceiling in the dark. He isn’t sure how much time passes, but at some point he resigns himself to the fact that his swirling worries won’t resolve themselves into anything legible right now. He swings his legs out of bed and heads upstairs to the kitchen.

Five hours later, he pulls into a parking spot outside of Buck’s apartment complex, a pan of cinnamon rolls in the passenger seat.

“Hey, Bobby.” Buck looks tired when he swings open the door, circles under his eyes, smile a little faded. 

“Hey, kid. Brought you something.” Bobby peels back a corner of the foil covering the cinnamon rolls, and watches as Buck’s eyes brighten.

He laughs and gestures to the piles of food on the kitchen island. “I don’t know if I’ve even got space for those, but I’ll move some of this out to the balcony if I have to.”

Bobby hands the pan over, and Buck lifts out a roll immediately, taking a huge bite that leaves icing on his lip. “Mmmmh. God. Thank you.”

He can’t help a smile at Buck’s enthusiasm. “Anytime.”

There’s a moment of quiet while Buck wedges the pan onto the overloaded island and finishes his roll. He’s licking his fingers and avoiding Bobby’s eyes when he says, “Sorry again for waking you up.”

“Buck.” Bobby waits for him to look up. “Don’t be. We’re all here for you—and not just because you got hurt. We’re here whenever you need us.”

Buck pauses, index finger still in his mouth. He pulls it out and says in a rush, as if racing his own hesitation: “You were dead. In my coma dream, you were dead. Because Hen and I never came to your apartment that day.”

“Okay,” Bobby says, nodding neutrally as the memories wash over him. The shame of waking in the shower. The helplessness of placing his pain in his coworkers’ hands. The rock-steady warmth of Buck and Hen on either side of him.

A vise tightens around his heart.

“Is that why you’ve been checking on me?”

Buck has the gall to sound ashamed of himself when he says, “Yeah.”

“Buck, you know—hey. Look at me, this is important.” Buck, who has shifted his gaze to someplace over Bobby’s right shoulder, drags his eyes back. “You know that my sobriety isn’t your responsibility, right?”

Buck nods. “I know, and I’m not trying to… fix things, or control things I can’t. I just…” He trails off, and his eyes are shining. “I don’t want to wake up again in a world that doesn’t have you in it. This version of you, I mean.”

“Oh, kid, c’mere.” Bobby steps forward and wraps Buck in a hug. 

God damn anyone who ever told this kid that his heart was a problem. 

When they finally let go of each other, Bobby holds on to Buck’s shoulders. Buck sniffs, and swats a tear off his cheek with the palm of his hand. 

“You’ve been through a lot, and I know you’re still sorting it out. But I also know how stubborn you are when you’re chewing on a problem,” Bobby says, drawing a wet laugh out of Buck. “I know you’ll find your way through it. And we will all be here for you. Every step, however long it takes.”

Buck nods, and breaks into a hesitant smile.

“And in the meantime, let us spoil you a little.” Bobby gives Buck’s shoulder a light jab with his fist. “We don’t want to wake up in a world without you, either.”

[msgexymunson]

Red handed was my introduction to this blog and I am here to stay! I liked the friends to lovers dynamic but can I please request an enemies to lovers scenario? reader begrudgingly ends up crushing on eddie and she is forced to admit it to him in the middle of some very steamy hate sex? sub reader, humiliation and degradation please and thank you

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me

Mean!Dom!Eddie x Sub!Fem!reader

Warnings: VERY NSFW, minors DNI or I'll bite your kneecaps off, slight bullying from Eddie (Eddie being a cocky git), f!fingering, slight spit play, small mention of biting, choking (more throat holding than anything), unprotected p in v rough sex (wrap it b4 u tap it), dacryphilia, this gets pretty rough but consent throughout, again I'm British and I try hard with the American stuff lol

A/N: this pushed me well out of my comfort zone but thank you for the ask, I like a challenge! Hope I ticked all your boxes, enjoy!

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Masterlist

"Morning princess!"

"I've told you a thousand times, don't call me that."

"Stop being such a priss and I might stop."

"I'm not a priss, you don't know anything about me Edward."

"Bet I know more than you think princess."

"Stop calling me princess, Edward!"

"Stop calling me Edward, princess."

"Urgh!"

Slamming your locker shut you look over at your agitator. He smiles wide, winking at you.

Every fucking morning. Usually you were calm and sweet to everyone. Laid back, easy going, quiet, controlled. That all changed when you'd reached the same year as Eddie Munson.

He had barrelled into your life uninvited and unwelcome, but there he was all the same. Not only had you been forced to sit next to him in History and English class due to the assigned seating, his locker was right next to yours when they switched them at the beginning of the year. The universe seemed to be pushing you together.

He was loud, and brash, and seemed to revel in the negative attention he received. Everything he did was dramatic and over the top. Not only was he the absolute polar opposite of you, but you were sure Eddie had made some sort of vow to annoy you as much as possible. The digs at your outfits, the chewing gum with his mouth open, the winks when he knew you were already annoyed. It was like he was fine tuning how to piss you off on a daily basis.

Today appeared to be no exception. After home room you slipped quietly into your English class, Eddie being late as usual. You expected to hear him before you saw him, wallet chain clinking, heavy stomping steps, making some stupid remark. So when you felt hot breath on your ear and a whisper of "miss me princess?" Well, you jumped out of your skin, looking round seeing Eddie chuckling, squeezing behind you to take his seat.

"Screw you Edward."

"You wish" came the immediate response. You were almost expecting it, it's the type of thing he would say, but for some bizarre reason you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

Temporarily rendered speechless, you opted for scowling at him instead and concentrating on your textbook.

It was nearing the end of the lesson. Soon, if you were lucky, you wouldn't see Eddie until tomorrow.

Mrs O'Donnell's voice rang out. "Class, now were are nearing the end of Hamlet, you will be completing an oral assignment. In your pairs, you will be arguing for and against Hamlet's sanity. I'll give you further details after we complete the reading tomorrow."

The bell rings, and you get out of your seat, slinging your bag on your shoulder. Eddie stands up and pushes past you before you can move. Pushed off balance, you fall into the table, ass against him.

"Now, princess, stop trying to seduce me, this is a place of learning!" He says to the whole room. A couple of lingering students snigger. Your face glows with embarrassment and anger. You clamber up and turn around to face him. Bad idea. Now, your chest is pressed against his, his breath fanning over you, smelling of cigarettes and gum.

"What is your problem Edward?" You huff in his face.

"You're the one with the problem sweetheart" he smirks at you, "you clearly need to get laid."

You stare at him in shock, mouth agape. He smiles smugly at you and walks off, leaving you gaping at nothing.

*********************

Eddie's words played on your mind all day.

The nerve of him.

No matter how hard you tried you couldn't get his words out of your head. Now, you weren't a virgin, but you'd yet to be satisfied by a boy. You'd had orgasms before, but always by your own hand, and rushed, quiet things, lest your parents heard. As much as it pissed you off to agree with your sworn enemy, he might have a point.

To your mind, it was the only possible explanation to your sudden carnal thoughts towards Eddie. You hated him, you had all year, so why do you keep thinking of him bending you over? Or thinking of him with his head between your legs, being fucked on his tongue? Obscene ideas kept running through your mind, so much so you could barely concentrate.

Late that night, you couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning, you threw a strop, huffing into the darkness.

Gingerly, you found your clit, rubbing circles, aiming to alleviate the ache between your thighs. Slipping your fingers into your slit, you picked up your pace. Trying to conjure fantastical thoughts into your head. No matter what you thought, the image that made you cum was thinking about Eddie pushing his hard cock between your folds. You thought about him fucking you hard and raw, and you came with a silent cry, wetness seeping out onto your mattress. He had taken up residency inside your head and there was  nothing you could do about it.

*********************

Gathering your textbooks from your locker the next morning, you slam it shut and try to hurry to your first class. No such luck. You run into a solid wall. Then, looking up, you realise it's Eddie.

"You've got to stop throwing yourself at me princess." He grins, stroking your arm through your blouse. You wrench it away, face flushed and hot.

'Shut up Edward!" Several students turn at your outburst. You're angry, not just at him but at yourself. He shouldn't be affecting you this much, and last nights thoughts swimming around in your brain are not improving matters.

"Chill the fuck out, I'm kidding," he says, a bit of bite to his voice. Fishing a cigarette from behind his ear, he gestures to you. "you wanna smoke? You seem tense sweetheart."

"Why don't you shove it up your ass and fuck off whilst you're doing it." Your face is inches from his. Rage boils through you, and something else that you can't place.

"Ooh the princess swore, I'm really getting to you aren't I?" That damn handsome smirk again, that damn wink!

"Just stay out of my way." You turn to storm off.

"You're a real bitch, you know that?" Eddie yells to your back. You keep walking.

*********************

"So, as we discussed yesterday, your oral assignment is a debate between you and your partner regarding Hamlet's sanity. I'll leave it to you to discuss who takes pros and who takes cons. You will have two weeks to prepare. Remember, this will be 10% of your overall grade, so I suggest you take this seriously. You are already in your pairs."

You are already in your pairs? You've got to be fucking kidding.

Your hand spears the air, face determined.

"You said we're in our pairs. Can't we choose our partners instead?"

"No, that will be far too disruptive. No discussion."

You roll your eyes and glance at your partner.

Eddie's wry smile teases you from the corner of his mouth.

"Trying to get rid of me princess? You offend me."

You clench your teeth in response.

At the end of the lesson, Eddie moves to stand. You grab him by the arm before he can leave.

"Steady on love."

"Listen Edward, we need to decide when we are meeting to study. You're not slacking off and letting me do all the work." You glare at him.

"As if I'd let that happen. So, Friday night good for you? I doubt you have any plans."

Rolling your eyes at him, you say "fine. My house. After school. My parents will be out anyway."

"Oh, you tryin' to get me alone princess?"

You blush, shoving at his chest. "No, I'd rather you didn't meet my parents is all."

"Okay, it's a date." He walks off, leaving you to shout at his back.

"It's not a date, we are studying!"

"Wouldn't want it to be princess." He waves his hand at you whilst he leaves, not bothering to turn in response.

*********************

Friday night rolls around and you are a bag of nerves. The thought of Eddie invading your private space makes you feel sick, but the thought of being at his makes it even worse. At least at your house you have some semblance of control.

The doorbell rings and simultaneously there's a knock at the door.

Even his knock is annoying, pick one for Christs sake.

You open the door, giving him a tight lipped "Hi."

"Don't you even get changed when you get home? Jesus."

You scowl at him but bite your lip. You're going to get through this evening no matter what.

Moving to the kitchen, you go to grab some sodas from the refrigerator.

"You want a drink?"

"Oh, I see we're playing nice. Sure." You roll your eyes grabbing him a can.

"This way Edward." And you walk up the stairs to your room.

What's wrong with my outfit anyway? It's just a blouse and a skirt. Nope. Stop it. Don't let him get under your skin.

Getting to your room, you perch by the pillows on your bed, and gesture at Eddie to sit at the chair by your desk. He completely ignores you, deciding he would rather look at your stuff; picking up ornaments, rifling through tapes, and laughing at your stuffed toys.

You huff at him, he ignores it, opting instead to open your jewellery box, laughing out loud when the little ballerina pops up and the tinny music starts playing.

"I'd appreciate a bit of focus Edward." You say through gritted teeth.

Eddie flops down on the edge of your bed, ignoring the chair.

"You really need to lighten up, you know that? It's not good for you." He grins.

"You don't know what's good for me. You don't know anything about me!" The flush rising to your cheeks yet again.

He laughs loudly at that. "Oh sweetheart of course I do. You're a fuckin' walking cliché. Little Miss Priss, with your blouses and your ballerina jewellery box and your Cindy Lauper tapes. Doing everything perfect, perfect grades. No plans on a Friday night. Probably a virgin. You're barely holding it all together, and I think it's really fuckin' funny that you don't see it."

You're face glows magenta; utterly dumb struck at his words, mouth gaping open. You shut it and manage to struggle out 'I-I'm not, not a virgin." Your voice is small.

Eddie snorts at that. "Oh yeah, was it everything you'd dreamed it would be?"

You didn't say anything. You didn't have to. Eddie laughed.

"I thought so. You know what you need? You need someone to put you in your place."

Your reaction was instinctive and immediate. There was nothing you could do, you had already squeezed your thighs together and made some pathetic whimpering noise before you could engage your brain.

Eddie laughs again, scooting over to you on the bed.

"See? I can read you like a book. So why don't you just admit, the reason why you're such a bitch to me is because you want me?" He smirks at you.

"Shut the fuck up Eddie." Leaning forward, you kiss him, pressing your lips firmly onto his. He pushes back, so hard its nearly painful. When his hand reaches up and holds your throat, you moan loudly. His tongue flicks into you as he pushes you into the bed. You palm his dick over his jeans, desperate movements taking over you.

Scrambling with your legs, you move them so you're laying down. Eddie moves to lay on top of you, caging you in with his arms.

"See? This is where you're supposed to be. Beneath me." He smiles but there's no mirth in it.

You try to bite back, sneering at him "Edward-"

He puts his hand back to your throat. Not squeezing as such, but the threat is there.

"I don't fucking think so princess."

"Sorry Eddie." You gaze up at him, eyes wide.

"See? You can be real sweet when you want to be. Stop being a brat." You nod.

Suddenly, his eyes soften just a fraction, and his voice is a whisper, "you do want this, don't you?" You nod emphatically.

"You tell me if anything's too much yeah?" That takes you back more than all of this, more than the kiss, more than the hand at your throat. You manage to mumble out "yes Eddie."

He winks at you, and his face hardens again. The change is instantaneous and almost frightening.

"Take off your shirt." You do as he commands, cotton bra on show.

Kneeling between your legs, he pulls your skirt up to your waist, exposing your underwear.

Eddie chuckles darkly, running his thumb down your slit, pushing hard at your clothed cunt. Gasping, your eyes widen, shocked at how forward he is being. And at how much you like it.

"Look at this, I've not touched you yet and your soaked through. It's pathetic." Hooking his fingers into the sides, he pulls your underwear down roughly to your ankles. You kick them free, legs settling either side of him.

You feel self conscious, your pussy on display for him, wanting to hide your face in your hands.

"Hey, look at me." Voice iron clad. You look at him, scowling slightly, still embarrassed.

"You want me to fuck the brat out of you?" Head tilted to one side, eyebrows raised.

You squirm, taken aback by his audacity. The fact that your cunt was positively dripping solely on his words and his tone alone was throwing you. Any power you had, had been relinquished willingly, easily-

"Are you gonna answer me or what princess?"

Eddie's hands gripped the insides of your thighs, making you squeal.

"I-ah yes Eddie."

"Yes what?" That fucking smug face, that smirk. "Say it."

"I want you to," you huff, and quieter, say "fuck the brat out of me."

Eddie grins, but it doesn't reach his eyes. He looks like a predator stalking some poor defensiveness prey. You.

Without warning, Eddie jams his thumb deep into your exposed hole. You don't know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't that.

Your back arched off the bed, mouth forming a perfect O. The pace he set was relentless, thumb wiggling into you, pushing into your heat with the full force of his arm. Squelching echoed through the room. Moaning shamelessly, you felt blinding heat forging in your core, muscles spasming.

"Shit, you gonna cum already? Pitiful really. No ones ever made you cum, have they?"

You cry out in response, "no Eddie!"

In a matter of seconds you explode, the pleasure expanding through your chest and radiating through your limbs. You scream a broken echo of his name, shaking. Eddie doesn't stop fucking you with his thumb. When it becomes too much you put your hand out to stop him, but he doesn't budge.

"Eddie, please, s'too much!"

"You've got another one, I know it. Do you really want me to stop?"

You stare, hand still on his arm, making no move. No, you didn't want him to stop.

Smirking, leaning over you, he spits forcibly on your clit. It's disgusting, but it makes you clench hard around his thumb.

He brings his other hand to your saliva covered bud and starts rubbing relentlessly back and forth. The feeling is so intense, fire in every nerve, animated boiling heat. This time, no sounds escape you. Your orgasm crests with a silent cry, tears streaming down your cheeks. You are drenched, you can feel it covering the bedclothes underneath you.

Eddie finally removes his thumb from you, holding his hand out for you to see. It's covered in your slick.

"Bet you haven't done that before. You squirted all over me. Filthy." You blush in response, trying to catch your breath.

Eddie unzips his jeans and pushes them under his butt, fisting his length. He leans over your panting frame, eyes glittering like midnight. He sucks a hickey to the top of your breast, shining in the light, purple and spit.

"I'm guessing you don't have a condom princess?"

"No, no, I'm- on the pill, please-"

"Fuck, you want me to fuck you raw?"

"Yes, please, Eddie I-I've wanted you to, please, please!" 

Eddie laughs at you and pulls you bodily towards him, pulling your breath from you. It amazed you how strong he was. Before another thought could enter your mind he was pushing his full length into you, bottoming out. The stretch was intense. Without giving you any time to adjust he started ploughing into you, one hand pulling you into him by your raised thigh, the other reaching for your hand. You thought for a moment that it was a sweet gesture, stark contrast from how he was treating you, until he grabbed both hands, and pinned them over your head.

Dick ploughing into you almost ferally; hot breath in your ear, "gonna admit it? How much you've wanted this?"

"Eddie, I, fuck, I've wanted this. Still don't, urgh shit, still don't fucking like you."

Eddie laughs out loud.

"Still got some brat to fuck out of you I see." He bites down hard on your shoulder, making you squeal.

He moves your legs, hiking them up and over his shoulders, and drives into you.

"Oh my fucking God Eddie!" He's so deep, hitting your g spot with every animalistic thrust. Your climax creeps up with no warning, suddenly you're full on weeping; a fucked out, blubbering mess.

"Shit princess you crying? Fucking pathetic. That's it, keep fucking crying, gonna make me cum, fuck."

Eddie grabs you by the thighs and humps into you with everything he has. Cursing and groaning he releases into you, back arching, face screwed up. As much as he pisses you off, he does look unbelievably hot like this.

Releasing your legs, he flops down on the bed next to you, trying to catch his breath.

"So," he manages between deep breaths, "you gonna be a bit nicer to me?" He turns his head to look at your face.

You look straight back. "Doubtful." You say, a smile playing on your lips. 

[gazs-blue-hat]

King!Johnny MacTavish x Siren!Reader (kinda FemOC, but she’s never given a proper name, descriptions, or anything. No Y/N either)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Canon Typical Language, brief descriptions of injury and blood, storms (thunder and lightning), lots of ocean stuff (lmk if I missed any!)

AN- Dedicated to the lovely @sprout-fics who helped me out of my writing slump. Thank you forever friend. Another shout out to @deadbranch who indirectly inspired me to make pretty headings for my stuff! Thank you!

(Also, formatting may be weird due to me being on mobile)

Word Count: 2,802

There was a whisper on the breeze, as if the very sea itself was restless. Thunder cracks in the distance and lightning split the sky like some kind of beast tearing it open. Rain fell in sheets that created waves in the air, splashing against the tower of the castle upon the cliff face, mist settled against the glass paned doors of the royall chambers, creating droplets or condensation that clung to the glass before sliding down like tears on a face.

King John MacTavish pushed said doors open, his rough hands leaving prints in their wake. He should feel bad, but he knew the glass would be cleaned in the morning. Everything in his home was constantly being polished or shined or cleaned in some shape or form. He took a few large steps onto the stone balcony, his furs ruffling about his shoulders from the harsh wind. It was a dreadfully cold night out, his breath puffing before his face like the smoke from mythical dragons his ancestors claimed to have slain. He rested his hands on the salty parapet, scraping against stone that was constantly kissed by the sea. He looked out at the tempest, arms folding and shoulders sagging.

Oh the sea…

He sighed, his head hanging in a moment of pity for himself. He missed his old life. He missed the scent of the open ocean. He missed the feeling of the salt in his hair and the wheel in his hands. A ship captain turned king? Who would have thought? Certainly not him.

He looked down at his hands, rough from years of use on ships. Old calluses from harpoons and ropes slowly fading away from lack of use. His hands had never before been soft. They were a man’s hands, the hands of a warrior and of a worker. Not of…not of a cushy noble who sat in a castle all day.

He looked up, hearing the surf crash against the castle walls and feeling the mist settle on his shoulders. He turned his gaze to the churning depths below. The surf was rather high tonight, seeing as the moon was full and the tide was coming in. A particularly bright crack of lightning blinded him temporarily before the equally loud boom of thunder filled his ears.

The mighty captain turned king ducked and covered his ears, hands firmly protecting the one sense he truly was fearful of losing. His mind was filled with the memories of booming canons, the screams of men being torn apart by sabers and shrapnel from the exploding timbers of a ship. He stood, feeling the icy water spill onto his face as the rain hit the castle. He groaned and ran his hand down his face, feeling quite foolish for being spooked by a thing as simple as thunder. He used to take on giants of the deep without a drop of fear. Now he was simply jumping at shadows…

He scoffed and looked down at the swirling sea, watching as the foam and spray swirled in the wind. The tide rose again and a massive wave crashed against the cliff, momentarily blocking his view of the opposite shore. The water subsided and a low groan filled the air around him, seemingly coming from all directions. John spun, drawing his saber that he kept as his side at all times and pointing it at the space behind him. He checked the corners of his vision before slowly sweeping his attention across the empty balcony.

Nobody. There was nobody there. He sighed softly before sheathing the saber once more, turning to look out at the craggy shore. His eyes widened as he saw a woman, her skin scraped and scratched by the stones she now rested on.

“Steaming bloody Jesus…” the curse slipped from his mouth as he stormed back into his chambers, and hurried down the stairs. A few members of his staff yelped as he hurried down the stone steps, concerned for their king that was now trailing water through the castle. “Someone wake the surgeon! I may need her aid!” His voice boomed through the stone hallways and his Knight Captain nodded, the helmeted man clanking his way to the surgeon’s quarters.

John pushed open doors and hurried through the narrow halls until he made it to the docks behind the castle. Behind him, he could hear the rapid footsteps of the court surgeon following behind him. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Her words fell on deaf ears as he hopped over a low wall and scurried down the rocks to where he saw the woman. The surgeon growled in frustration while lighting a lantern, carrying it with her. “Damn it Johnny! Talk to me!” She ran behind him, ignoring the rain as it soaked her uniform and the utensils she had brought. “I can’t help if you don’t-“ she trailed off as Johnny held his arm up as he skidded to a halt, pointing at the woman who was laying on the stony shore.

Now that he was closer, he could see the jagged cuts and scratches along her body. He could see the blood staining the water red. He couldn’t see her lower half, seeing as the water was still lapping at her waist and the occasional wave rushed over her that would shift her entire form. He came closer, assisting the surgeon over the rocks as they got closer to the woman.

When they reached her, it was very clear she was in serious trouble. Her back was a mess of scars and scrapes, some older and some more recent. There was a series of marks on her back that Johnny identified all too well. She had been whipped, and aggressively too.

“I’m going to get a bed ready. Bring her to me and I’ll get her squared away.” She touched his shoulder and squeezed once. Reassuring him that she would be there if he needed her.

“Cmon lass…let’s get you warm..” his words were soft as he gently placed a hand on the injured woman’s shoulder. She didn’t move and she was freezing to the touch, giving Johnny cause to assume she was dead. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes, resting more of his hand on her shoulder. His eyes snapped open when he felt her move. That same groan from before filling the air. He turned her over without thinking, ready to administer aid, hands hovering over her torso in the position the surgeon had taught him when he froze. She had…scales

Scales the likes of which he had never seen before. They were iridescent little things, trailing up her hips to her navel before becoming freckles against her skin. His eyes locked on her skin, the soft but cold skin of her torso that was covered in scratches and cuts. As his eyes trailed upwards, he could see that her upper torso was also coated in scales, a lighter shade than that of her hips that decorated her clavicle and upper arms. They were tiny things, glittering in what faint light he could see.

Her breath came shallowly and he placed his hand on her neck, feeling for a pulse. He had no idea if humans had the same anatomy as her kind, but he figured he’d try for a pulse anyway. A weak beat danced under his fingers and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was alive, for now at least. He was itching to learn more about this creature that had washed up on his shore but his thoughts were interrupted when a rather rough wave crashed over the rocks and soaked the king to the bone, or…more soaked than he already was.

“Oh for fuck’s sa-“ his curses died on his tongue as a bright bolt of lightning illuminated the source of the mermaid’s troubles. Her tail, which had been pushed into the shore by the incoming waves, was now visible for him to see. A massive amalgamation of fishing line, netting, and various hooks and harpoon heads had embedded itself deep into the flesh of the appendage and was cutting into her. “Oh lass…no wonder you couldn’t swim. Especially in this tempest…”

He sighed softly and shifted to grab his saber, removing it from the sheath. He shrugged off his coat and draped it across the mermaid’s tail, not resting his weight on her directly. The fur squished uncomfortably under his fingers and it was quickly stained by the blood flowing from the wound on her tail. With expert hands, he worked to slice the mess of string and metal free from the tail of the mermaid, being careful to not cut the injured flesh more. He removed most of the line with little issue, tossing it to the side and out of the water. The hooks were next and as he knelt closer to remove one, he looked back.

Eyes as stormy as the sea were looking back at him and he felt his blood run cold. They were slitted, like the eyes of the great cats from the stories back East and they were filled to the brim with rage. He raised his hands and held them above his head. “Easy…easy. I was just cutting them free. It won’t be pleasant, but you’ll be swimming in no time. Just…hold still.” He spoke softly, like one would to a wounded animal to get it to come closer. The mermaid didn’t move to attack him, instead she closed her eyes and lay back on the rocks, breathing heavily.

Johnny slowly and carefully removed the hooks from her tail, seeing how the fins were tattered and torn. Whatever scuffle this mermaid had gotten into, she had been lucky to escape it. Once the final hook was removed and he had tossed it to the side, he sat up, proud of his work. The tail was still wounded and blood still stained the rocks and water around them, but she wasn’t trapped by them anymore. He smiled and moved to get up when the large muscles of the tail twitched into life, spinning him into the water flat on his back.

He felt the water of the sea surge over his face as he fell back, a rock scraping across his shoulder painfully. He felt firm hands on his chest and when the waves receded, the face of the mermaid was above him.

Her glare was sharper than the rocks they found themselves on and colder than the rain that fell in sheets over the churning sea. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her mouth opened to form a hiss. Her teeth were razors, sharper than a shark’s and probably just as deadly. Johnny couldn't move, his arms pinned by the waves and the sheer strength of the woman pinning him down. He felt her inhale against him, deep and long until she screeched.

The sound was deafening. Johnny covered his ears as the mermaid, no, siren shouted at him. The rocks rumbled under his scrambling grasp and his eyes watered in pain. The siren surged over him, diving into an incoming wave and leaving him with a slap to the face with her powerful tail. Johnny could only watch the lightning lit waves for any sign of the mythical being, but he was met with nothing but churning water and spraying foam.

He wasn’t sure how long he stood on the shore but eventually the surgeon came back, a lantern held tightly in her grip. “Where did the woman go? Don’t tell me she-“ Johnny held up his hand and showed her the collected scales. They had broken off the siren’s tail as he was working on getting the hooks out. The surgeon took the scales and held them to the light, inspecting them.

“Wasnae a woman. It was something else…” His words were soft and his accent thick. The rain had stopped a while ago but he couldn’t remove his gaze from the sea. Something there was calling to him, and it caused an ache in his heart to be away from it. If John MacTavish had longed for the sea before, he was now enraptured by it.

For the entire walk back to the castle, his eyes were locked on those tumbling waves, searching and seeking for a glimpse of a tail, or of skin. A glimpse of her.

“I’ll see you again Bonnie. I swear it.”

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key To Your Heart - Track 2

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.8K

Series List: Here!

Miss last chapter? Here!

I had a real rough time figuring out the proper voice for Pedro's dialogue and I hope I did him justice. Either way, the support I received for part 1 is astounding and completely unexpected! Thank you all for reading and let me know what you think :) I plan to continue until the story wraps up, but I don't know how many parts that will be. I hope to post every couple days, but with my work schedule it may be less speedy. Here we go!

You walk in the door, unclipping Skip's leash, slipping off your shoes, and dropping your keys on the countertop before flopping onto the couch and unlocking your phone. No. Fucking. Way. 

Pedro Pascal (pascalispunk) replied to your message. 

You dissected each letter of the username, assuming it couldn't possibly be THE Pedro Pascal… but it was. It really, really was. You clicked the message, holding your breath.

Pedro Pascal replied to you: "Hey, you don't need to thank me. I didn't say anything that wasn't true. That guy was out of line. You deserve happiness and I'm sorry for the harsh words you've been hearing. I appreciate you sharing your vulnerability with the world and hope that you will continue to be your genuine self and ignore the comments trying to make you be someone else. Don't listen to those people."

You stared in disbelief at his words, once again wondering why he would ever be so kind to someone he doesn't even know. Someone so childish and stupid to write a song about a man she doesn't know. I can't imagine he'd think these things if he knew it was about him…

You: "Thank you Mr. Pascal. I'm a big fan of yours and hearing that you're in my corner has me completely at a loss. I can't imagine why you would risk damaging your image by defending a girl…" No… don't say girl, it makes you sound like a child. You want this guy to like you! You backspace with a slight feeling of ridiculousness over the whole scenario. Ugh it's all wrong… calm down... calm down… it's just a conversation. He doesn't know you. He doesn't like you. Don't make it weird like you always do.

You try again.

You: "Thank you Mr. Pascal. I really admire your work and for you to say such kind things to me… to think that you're in my corner, has me completely at a loss for words. I don't know what I did to deserve this treatment when you don't even know me, especially when coming to my defense could potentially harm your image… but thank you."

He read it almost immediately. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you felt like you could throw up from the anxiety and adrenaline. After a few seconds, those stress-inducing dot-dot-dots appeared to show you he was typing.

He's actually replying to me?? Again? Doesn't he have better things to do? 

Your mind wandered to what he might be doing while he's messaging you. Sitting at his home, relaxing, taking the time to reply to you? Why? Maybe he's on a plane or waiting for something and killing time. Maybe he's- *ping*

Pedro Pascal replied to your message:

"Please, you can call me Pedro.. and as far as defending you, it doesn't matter to me that we don't know each other personally. You seem like a woman with a good heart, and all you did was share your true self. Nobody deserves to be talked poorly about for something harmless that they feel. If something like that hurts my image… then my true self wasn't being represented. I think we all just want to be seen, and I hope that you will feel comfortable to be yourself and show yourself more."

You don't know when you started crying, but you hiccupped with the overwhelming wave of emotions. He sees me.. you had just scrolled to the bottom of the long reply, when you noticed the "..." of typing again. He has more to say?!

Pedro Pascal: "As far as the subject of your song.. whether you choose to reveal that to him, or the world, you deserve love and respect. Being vulnerable and putting yourself out there is a terrifying thing to do, and I myself tend to close myself off from relationships to avoid that potential for getting hurt. But if that's what you want, you've already taken a big step and you should go for it. I hope that whoever he is gives you the respect and love you deserve."

Holy crap…

He doesn't… he doesn't know it's him right?? No. There's no way. He's just being nice… he's too nice. He's too genuine..??

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard, doing a little dance in the air, pondering what to say. How much can I share with this man? Between this crush and his kind words, it's feeling tricky to hold back from spilling too much information.

You: "Thank you Pedro. You're too kind and I can't properly explain how much I really appreciate it. I'm having trouble coming to terms with all the sudden attention, and finding it hard to ground myself. But your words are helping me a lot. I - "

You hesitated over your next words, wondering if you should open up or just leave it. Don't be weird… don't scare him away like you always have with everyone else. As much as you think of disclosing your hesitation and lack of experience with relationships, as well as your reasons for trepidation, you decide to spare him of your self-hatred. Instead, you delete that last letter and hit send. 

Then you send another message, like he did. "And as far as the guy… I know I don't know him personally, we've never met, but I can already tell he would treat me right. I just hope maybe someday he will love me back."

Immediately after sending it you regretted it. That felt way too open and vulnerable. What are you thinking!?! Shit… what if he sees through you!?

You hold your finger down on the message, ready to hit unsend before he sees it. But it's too late. He's already replying.

Pedro: "He would be stupid not to love you back."

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

You: "Thank you, Pedro. 🥺" Play it cool… Play it cool…

Pedro: "Of course, sweetheart. Feel free to message me if anyone else gives you trouble or you just want to chat. I enjoyed talking with you."

???!!!!!?????!!!!! SweetheartSweetheartSweetheart

You grabbed your nearest pillow and screamed into it. "SKIPPPPPEERRRRRRR!!!!!! I JUST HAD A CONVERSATION WITH PEDRO AND IT WAS MAGICAL AND AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!" You squealed.

Skipper lifted his head at you and sighed before setting his head back down. He was no stranger to your shenanigans. Napping after a good walk was a better use of his energy than to deal with your drama. He closed his little brown eyes again.

You lay back on the couch, kicking your feet and squeezing your pillow to your body.

Fuck, this is going to hit me like a truck if it goes sour. If he even realizes it's about him, probably. Crap… what am I going to do?

The next day, you woke up and checked your emails before work. Thankfully nobody at your workplace has seemed to place your singing voice to your speaking voice, or pieced together the fact that several people know you have a crush on a certain celebrity and are a musician. Thank goodness. That’s the last thing you need.

You closed your eyes for a few minutes, trying to calm your breathing, your nerves, and your heart rate, before relaxing and shaking out your body. Finally, you decided to get ready for bed and see what tomorrow brings.

Your emails come in, one by one, with one intriguing email at the top, from a well known pop-culture show called The Jazz & Ally-Kat Show. They want to do an interview with you, live, as soon as possible. 

Great. They probably just want to see what I look like or have me spill my guts about my crush. You roll your eyes, and you can’t help but feel like the Mandalorian with his lack of face reveals. If only you had a cute little space baby to accompany you. I guess Skip is my own precious cargo in a way, you think, while looking at your still sleeping pup. You're being silly… Not everything needs to relate back to Pedro, you think with a sigh to yourself. 

Yet despite your anxiety, you agreed to their interview, with the exception that it was done as a podcast style interview, where simply your voices are featured. Surprisingly, they agreed. I guess everyone likes some drama, and what better way to get views than by having a little mystery.

The interview was scheduled for three days from then, and in the meantime you focused on work and your album, which was mostly finished after years of writing songs. All it needed was some editing.

As the days went by, you wanted desperately to message Pedro again. You wanted to tell him your feelings. Have him confess that he loves you too. Ask him about his family, his friends, his favorite things. Meet him, kiss him, fall in love, and finally be happy. But ultimately you knew that was silly. You had one little conversation, and although it was nice, you still didn't know each other. There was no way he loved you back. Yet…? you asked yourself, hopeful, almost asking for permission to let yourself try and earn his love. 

Despite Instagram drawing you in like a magnet, you held back from messaging him. You didn't want to come on too strong. You messaged him first last time. He doesn't know you. Literally… he doesn't even know your real name, or what you look like. But maybe that's a good thing…

_____The day of the interview:_____

You woke up around 9:30 in the morning; nervous, slightly nauseated, restless, and jittery. Why did I agree to this??! 

You decided to pass on the coffee this morning, figuring it would make things worse, and instead decided to take Skipper for a walk. After some fresh air followed by a refreshing shower, you looked at the clock. 11:30 AM. With the interview at 1PM, you still had some time to kill and sat down at the piano, letting your mind wander to Pedro while you plunked chords out with nimble fingers. I wonder if Pedro has ever wanted to learn any instruments… I could teach him, you daydream.

Your hands dance across the piano while he reads through a script in the other room, eyebrows furrowed as he highlights another line. You look up over the grand piano and see his soft brown curls blowing under the fan haphazardly. The sun is shining in through the window, which Skip bathes under, and reflects a golden brown undertone with gray streaks in Pedro's hair. He really is beautiful, you think. His tongue swipes across his lips as he makes notes and erases, before finally feeling your eyes on him. He glances up from the script, giving you a soft smile and a wink; with those chocolate brown eyes that frequently cause you to lose your train of thought. Your eyes drift down to the keys again, feeling a soft blush creep over your cheeks. 

"That music sounds beautiful, baby.." he says softly while padding up to you behind the piano. He places his large hands on your shoulders, sweeping them down over both your arms before settling on your hands, still resting over the black and white keys. You look over your shoulder and he leans in, closing his eyes as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. Just like that scene in Narcos… you think. Yikes, I really am obsessed… anyway… you think back to your daydream…

He sits down at the chair next to your piano bench, kissing your lips again gently, then the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and your jaw. Your stomach gives a wave of butterflies and you lean in more to kiss him deeper, tugging on his hair while his hands find the small of your back, gently running his palms up your spine. A chill overcomes you and he-

~Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.~

Fuck. You snap out of your fantasy and turn off the alarm you set to go off ten minutes before the interview. At least I gave myself time to use the restroom and wash my face, you think, hoping to clear your head a bit now that you're slightly frazzled.

Unfortunately the feeling that replaced it was nerves as you sat down at your desk, typing into your keyboard, turning on your mic, and hoping that Skipper doesn't throw a fit over the wind or something while you're on this call.

Jazz: "Hi there listeners! We're joined by the artist of the moment, our favorite lovesick lady, the singer responsible for "Imaginary Love!"

Both women on the other end of the call applaud.

Well… not sure I like being called a lovesick lady but what else did I expect, really?

You: "Thank you guys for having me, I appreciate you wanting to get to know me better."

Despite the rough start, the ladies turned out to be really respectful and fun. You think that if the circumstances were different, you could actually be friends with them. You discuss casual things like your dog, your favorite activities and favorite pop culture topics (careful to avoid mentioning Pedro or any other actor that could be perceived as your lyrical subject), and they even mention celebrity crushes they've had growing up. 

At the mention of their celebrity crushes, you can feel the interview funnel into a dangerous alley with little to no escape. Jazz was the first to broach the subject. "So… we've just discussed our celebrity crushes, and I think I speak for all of us here when I say we're all very curious to know who-"

-an air horn blares-

What the hell is that? You wonder, both thankful for the interruption, yet startled by the disruption.

They both chime in: "Viewers!!! Do you all know what that sound is!?! We have reached 1 million listeners!!!!"

To say you were astounded is an understatement.

You: "You're kidding!? 1 million people are listening to us right now?"

Ally: "You bet they are! And listeners… I don't know about you guys… but I can't help but wonder if our celebrity heartthrob is one of those million?"

They turn their attention to you again. "What do you think? Think he's listening?"

You're thankful for the lack of a camera, because you can't help but blush at the thought. You'd be lying if you hadn't already considered (hoped) that he was listening too. 

Jazz: "So as we were saying… I think we all are in agreement that we want to know who he is. You sound like a nice enough girl, so what's holding you back? You've made it. You can contact him now and he'll probably reply."

I already have… you thought with a smirk.

Jazz continues: "Which brings me to the next point... I know you've had a lot of attention lately. You were signed to a record company, you were contacted by us, you've been mentioned by a few talk shows and celebrities. Pedro Pascal even publicly defended you. The radio has been playing your song nonstop and people can't get enough. What do you think of all this attention?"

You: "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit surprised and maybe a little scared," you answered with a nervous laugh. "But I am so thankful for the kind words that I receive and I love hearing from people who can relate to my music."

Ally: "You've certainly received your fair share of criticism too. It sounds like you received that before your song was ever published as well."

You: "I have, and it's been challenging to try and not let it get me down. But I'm trying my best, and the positives seem to be greatly outweighing the negatives," you state, your mind thinking of Pedro and how his messages were really the only positive you needed to get you through the dark storm of criticism.

Ally: "I guess what I'm wondering is.. among all these people contacting you.. has he?"

You try to play dumb: "Has who?"

Both interviewers laugh before Ally continues. "Nice try. You know who we're trying to find out about. Has he, the man of your dreams and star of your lyrics, contacted you at all? Will we see a romance blooming?"

Your stomach flipped. You were not expecting this question. Should you tell the truth??? It's not like they could know who has contacted you, short of hacking your account. You have had a lot of people contact you, after all.

You take a deep breath before answering. "I uh… I have received a lot of messages, some of them from celebrities."

They reply, and you can practically feel them leaning in. "Yeeeeaaaah?????"

You consider your next move, your heart really working overtime since this whole thing started. Finally you decide your answer.

"Yes. We've talked."

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[azrielbrainrot]

Nsfw Alphabet with Lucien Vanserra

note: i don't know how i feel about this one. i kind of have 2 different versions of lucien running around my brain and i just picked the kinkier one for this. i think this is part of how lucien was when he was younger and after he heals from all the things that happened in the books, so a happier lucien.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Really sweet and attentive. Brings you water and helps you clean up. Cuddles after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I know this is supposed to be sexy but I just know it's his hair. I just know he takes really good care of it, it's probably so soft.

I never know what to say for this but I do kind of see lucien as a boob appreciator.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Likes cumming on you and then playing with it. Even if he cums inside, he'll either fuck it back into you or eat it out of you. I don't know why but I see him as liking things messy. Like he's been fucking you for hours, you already have cum over your tits and stomach but you still feel him pull out again to cum over your pussy and then push back inside you to keep going.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't know if it's a secret because he would end up admitting it to you but he definitely likes being pegged. I don't know if there are dildos in this world so this is probably more of a modern au type thing but yeah he'd definitely love it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced, he's centuries old after all.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

The softer part of me wants to say missionary or any variation of it because he loves seeing you fall apart on his cock and doesn't want to miss any expression or little noise. But he loves fucking you from the back just as much. Just laying on your stomach, moaning into the mattress feeling his weight on you as he literally ruts into you as deep as he can go. Probably depends on the mood really.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Some days he's serious and others he's not. Depending on the mood, how rough he is or even the time of day. Morning sex is filled with soft smiles and little giggles but when you both come home after a party or dinner and he's been waiting for hours to finally have you he's not playful at all.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he's well groomed but nothing crazy. It does match, yes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Well there's always an underlining intimacy but when he's in a dirty or rougher mood it's not exactly romantic. You definitely feel his softer side at least in the beginning and after it ends. He'd kiss every little bruise of hickey that hasn't healed yet and murmur about how good you were and how good it felt.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't know if he ever did it much. Like if he was really horny and had no time to go find someone to fuck then sure but other than that he'll wait for an opportunity. When you get together I don't think he would much.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don't think there's a clear sub/dom dynamic with Lucien honestly. If anything he's a switch but I think he just wants to fuck and doesn't care for these dynamics.

- Praise kink - He both has a praise kink and loves praising you.

- Exhibitionism - I see it more as it being the risk of being caught that really turns him on so it's more public sex. But I don't think he would mind at all if someone actually watched him fuck you. Still I think he'd definitely bring you to a place where people just watch each other fuck, but only once to see what it's like and then maybe occasionally for fun.

- Thigh fucking - Listen I don't think he's one for punishments and stuff but if you do make him a little mad and he wants to teach you a lesson he won't fuck you and just use your thighs instead. So you can feel him oh so close to where you want him but not getting enough stimulation to get off, just little intentional cruel grazes on your clit every once in a while. If it was nothing too major then he'll still fuck you if you beg him enough.

- Begging - I don't think it's a major kink but he definitely likes hearing you beg when he's in a certain mood. Doesn't draw it out but a couple pleases and whines of his name drive him a little crazy.

- Pegging - I don't know if it's a recurring thing but every once in a while he loves it. Can you imagine the sounds he'd make while you were fucking him with slow but deep thrusts and jacking him off in time with your thrusts. He'd sound so pretty.

- Anal - He'd enjoy doing it with you too. Still don't think it would happen too often but it's definitely something he loves. The memories of you on your back and him fucking into your ass, fingering your pussy at the same time until you're dripping down his balls and can't even remember your name are some of his favorite of all time.

- Overstimulation - Likes making you cum as much as you can take but also enjoys driving the both of you to a point where you can barely take anymore but somehow can't stop moving.

- Somnophilia - He loves waking you with his head between your legs or with his fingers buried in your cunt. Loves when you wake him up the same way as well.

- Cockwarming - He loves having you on his lap or cuddling and loves being inside you so it's a win win situation.

- Marks - Hickeys, bite marks, scratches, etc. He loves all of them. Anything to let people see you're his and he is yours.

- Pain (a little) - I think he likes a little pain with his pleasure so he encourages you to bite and scratch him and pull on his hair. There might be some spanking from either of you but very softly and more in a playful manner.

- Bondage - It's a minor thing but he'd tie up your hands or have you tie up his from time to time, hands is as far as it goes though. I think he'd rather be able to touch you and you touch him. He likes feeling you whether it's soft touches or scratching his back hard enough it bleeds.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Lucien will fuck you anywhere. Favorite place is probably the bedroom or your house in general mostly because it means no interruptions. He'll literally fuck you in an alley or against a random tree in the woods though.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think if you asked him for something he would try it with you at least once to make sure and, unless it was something he truly didn't like, he'd keep doing it with you occasionally even if he doesn't love it as much as you. But I don't see him physically hurting you even if you asked. Beron is very abusive so he probably can't hurt you without seeing his father.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Likes both equally. He probably eats you out before fucking you most days unless it's a quickie.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Depends. This feels like a bad answer but I really think Lucien doesn't have a preference per se. When he's in a softer mood he likes fucking you slow and sensually, building your pleasure for hours and until you both are more than satiated and can't stop your legs from shaking. But when he's in a rough mood or in a I-want-you-so-bad-i-need-you-right-now mood he'll fuck you hard and fast. There's also the playful or dirty moods when he's just doing the most filthy things to you but I wouldn't necessarily call them rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Like I said he'll fuck you anywhere but usually anywhere ends up being kind of a quick thing. He thinks of quickies like little treats before the full meal unless he genuinely doesn't have time and just wanted to feel you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah, he'll try most things at least once. And certain risks do make him a little hard.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can fuck you for hours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Once again not sure about toys in the acotar world but if he ever ties you up (or the other way around) he has pretty ropes and cuffs. If we were talking in a modern setting than I just know he's the type to use your vibrator like it's his bestfriend. And going back to the pegging, glass dildos could exist in the acotar world so he definitely has those for you and for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think it depends on the days. There's always a little teasing with that mouth of his but he gives in with a laugh if you beg on most days. Now when he's in a mood good luck to you. Also enjoys being teased a little.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's loud. Moans, groans, growls, whines and whimpers - he doesn't care. He's also the definition of talking you through it and always tells you how good everything feels.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The fastest way to make him cum is pulling on his hair. If you wrap it around your hand and tug he'll let out the most delicious whimper and probably cum if he can't catch himself. If you abuse this fact too much he might tied up your pesky hands though ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I don't even know about size or girth but Lucien probably has the prettiest dick you've ever seen, I just know deep in my soul. It's also definitely not small at all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, especially with you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You both fall asleep at the same time or just depending on who's more tired. He's not waiting on you to fall asleep or anything.

[eddieismissing]

WHEN I GET HOME YOU’RE SO DEAD!

part one. || part two. || part three.

(based on the song when i get home youre so dead by mayday parade)

after your argument with eddie about your infidelity, things were still unclear. but your boyfriend still loved you, after all he had saved you from that man in the ally of his favorite dingy bar. (not before publicly humiliating both you and his steve during his performance of a new original song). steve unwillingly brought you both back to eddie's trailer after your boyfriend demanded him to.. you were going to kiss him before he lost his temper. 7K+ words.

rockstar!eddie munson x reader. 

warnings: 18+, angst, fighting, infidelity, crying, dark content, choking, dirty talk, biting, teasing, degradation, dumbification, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, rockstar!eddie, unprotected p in v, breeding, hair pulling, slapping, biting, dom!eddie, dark!eddie, daddy kink (if you squint), sir!eddie, mean!eddie, bondage, rough stuff, aftercare, pushing limits, use of safewords, misunderstandings, subspace, domdrop, soft!eddie, fluff & aftercare, two idiots in love, solving conflict, and things I'm sure I missed.

this is the final part! enjoy!

SMUT DIRECTLY UNDER THE CUT. NO MINORS PLEASE. 18+.

“Now.. kiss me.. kiss me like you kissed him.” 

You couldn’t move. 

A tight grip wrapped around your throat suddenly. Eddie looked vicious. He was a snake constricting his prey before striking. His eyes were inticiting you to come closer and the tongue that licked his dry lips told you he couldn’t wait to indulge in you. Daring to face the predator before you, you pushed against his touch and kissed him softly. As sick and twisted as it was, you knew the man before you could and would break you. Never have you crossed each other's boundaries, but many boundaries had been crossed when you kissed Steve. It was only fair, he thought, for him to devour you how he had always wanted to. What he had in mind now was deadly and unaware of what was in store, you still trusted him. Eddie planned to swallow you whole like a python with a small meek mouse. 

He growled deeply from his throat as his soft lips met yours. When you didn’t make an effort to deepen the kiss Eddie thought you were refusing to give him what he wanted. The next move was almost a blur to you and your senses. He pulled away. An open palm was suddenly in your field of vision before a loud ‘smack’ hit you on your left cheek. Your head turned with the force, and a yelp almost left your throat. Before you had the chance the hand on your throat lifted to cover your mouth and he pulled you to look at him. He watched your eyes pool with tears.

“That was how you kissed him?”

“Nothing more. Noting less Ed’s.” you answered.

He didn’t like that attitude. He growled, “I’m going to tell you this once, pretty girl. You will obey my every demand, action, and move tonight. If I push you too far, you will shut up and deal with it. m’kay?” 

That was the hardest Eddie had ever hit you. His palm that was over your lips slowly moved back down your throat and to the top of your shirt. He waited for you to answer as his fingers idly played with the collar of your shirt.

“Yes, sir.” You obliged. 

A glint of love danced in his eyes, but it remained heavily shielded from you and instead clouded with desire. Eddie let out a small laugh before he moved to grip your hips and lift you in the air so you were straddling his hips with your legs wrapped around him again, he barely huffed as your body weight shifted against him so he could carry you down the hall and to his dark bedroom. Eddie’s hair tickled your neck as he worked sloppy kisses into your skin. 

“Atta girl..” he hummed, “just needed a good talking to.” he said while opening his door.

Your back hit his bed with a thud. As you laid down he was pouncing on you. He straddled your waist with his knees to hold you down. His body weight completely sat on you while you struggled. You looked up at him with a touch of fear, curious to how he was going to punish you. The glint in your eyes mixing with your soft pout drove him wild. He almost forgot why he was mad at you, almost.

“Hands over your head. Now.” 

You answered him softly, but your whisper was drowned out as he worked on taking your shirt off. Unrestricting you from your clothes, you followed his movements to obey him. Before you could blink Eddie was unhooking your bra. He groaned when he watched your chest move up and down with your quick inhales and exhales. You were unmarked. Both of you hadn’t had the opportunity to mark each other as your own because of the fight and Eddie was dying to make you his again, you craved it just as much.

“Don’t speak unless spoken to. Don’t fucking whine. And don’t you dare move. Gonna mess up my work here, sweetheart.” he growled, laying out his rules.

You stayed as still as you could. Your boyfriend slowly moved off of your hips and down your body. His chest rested right over your warm center while your legs opened for him, his head sat on your stomach. His curls tickled you while he worked his wet tongue on your tummy. Eddie sucked a dark mark above your belly button before he began working on the left side of your chest. A sharp pain was all you could feel when he bit your nipple. He gripped your side harshly to hold you still and the pain of his sharp canines mixed with your pleasure made your back arch. He quickly changed his position to be over you. You could see his eyes watching yours in the dark before you caught him glancing at your lips.

“I said. Don’t. Fucking. Move.” 

“I'm so stupid. I’m sorry. I… I won’t move, sir.” he smiled. “and.. I should’ve never kissed Steve, Eddie.” you said breathlessly.

“Don’t. Do not fucking say his name. I don’t want to hear his name on your lips again.” 

And then he was pulling you in for a hard kiss, biting your lip painfully. You let a moan out into his mouth before he pulled away. Eddie glared at you while moving down your body again he began to work on the right side of your chest. Giving the same amount of love to your other nipple.

“I bet you didn’t squirm like this for Stevie, huh?” he hummed. “mhm, but whores like you get so sensitive, don’t you?” he moaned.

You managed to stay still after that comment. While he worked against your skin lazily, the softness of his tongue left chills in his wake. The darkness of his room clouded most of your senses. Then you felt him move to your hips. His lips sucked even darker spots on your hip bones. Him being so close to where you wanted him made you tense up. You didn’t dare move again and you listened to him hum appraisingly to nonverbally let you know he appreciated you. Eddie loved the taste of your skin on his tongue. When he pulled away, in the dark lighting, he could make out five marks. One under your nipple on both your right and left side, one above your belly button, and two on each of your hips, slightly above where your jeans hugged your waist. You heard him groan. Where he had bitten and bruised was so sensitive to the touch. His pointer finger reached out to dig into the soft tissue on your hips before he started again on your skin. Being sure to dig his fingers even deeper into the tender skin when you seemed to get used to the sensation. He would moan with you when you would cry out for him. He fucking loved when he caused you pain, especially now. You winced while he applied pressure to the fresh bruises and made new ones. Eddie just needed to connect the dots to finish his work.

“Your doing so good for me… Im just getting started and you’re already so fucking horny.” He raised up and tapped your cheek with his palm. “Open up, bitch”, you obeyed and nodded. Eddie leaned down and spit in your throat. “Swallow it.” He watched your throat constrict. You whined, he mocked your cries, “I'm almost done. Keep staying still for me.”

His taste and touch clouded your system as he slowly pushed you into a good headspace. He knew he had to be just gentle and demanding enough to get you out of your head completely. He had to pace himself. As much as he wanted to, he needed you to float further down before he could really start being harsh. He moved to work on your stomach and chest again with ease as he connected the blushing dots on your skin to make a nice 'M’. For mine, he thought. Muson. He wished he could carve it into your skin with his teeth. If Steve or anyone ever dared to try and touch you, they would know you were off limits. Maybe he could fuck you dumb and convince you that you needed his mark on you permanently. 

“Ah.. haha. There we go. Wasn’t so hard to stay still was it, dummy?” He looked down at you in the dark. As you nodded at him, you answered, “No, sir.” 

The gleam of his teeth told you he was smiling down at you. You wiggled under him as he pushed his rough calloused fingers into the waist of your jeans and slowly pulled them off. He let you get away with a soft pathetic moan as he worked them down your ankles. You knew what was coming next and Eddie knew he had pushed you far into your subspace. Now it would be even harder for you to obey his rules.

“to..touch me, please.”

Eddie ignores you while you whine, and then suddenly between your hips. His tongue starts dragging and flicking against your gushy, sticky cunt through your panties. The dark damp spot revealing all he needs to know as you struggle to keep your composure. His sparkly eyes meet yours in the dark as he listens to you pout. He smacks his hand against your cunt.

“If you’re gonna fucking whine you might as well make it loud. Lemme hear you, whore.” 

His hands curl around your thighs as he pulls you closer and laps up your taste. He hums against you and the vibration goes straight to your core. After his brutal teasing he knows it won't take you long before you're coming undone. His teeth bite your clit through the cotton. Your hands quickly dig into his messy fringe of curls as you try to drag his mouth closer to your center. Your hips mindlessly moving. Eddie moves his head to the right of your pussy and bites again. This time harder. You try pulling away but his mouth is latched onto your thing. Teeth pinching your skin harshly. Squeezing at your thighs with brutal force, his lips pull away from your clothed cunt with a soft 'pop'. You gasp as he grins toothily.

"Look how messy she is for me, baby. oh, poor fucking pussy, baby. She loves me more than she could ever love Steve." he sighed, looking up at you. 

You watch him playfully roll his eyes into the back of his head as his long tongue trails from your entrance to your clit. Glistening with his spit and your slick before his palm collides with your hot cunt again. His heavy biker rings leaving a sting you hardly enjoy. Your eyes tear with oversensitivity. 

“That’s right fucking take what you’re given, stupid slut.” he moves your restricting panties to the side and spits on your hot cunt before moaning.

Then Eddie’s back to working against your clit, tongue swirling and teeth biting your sensitive bud as he tries to remind himself to refrain from getting drunk off your pussy. You shiver, his fingers dance up your stomach, pinching around your taut, bruised nipples. 

“Did your little toy fuck you this good? Huh? I bet you were all wet for him too.. Weren’t you?” He cried. You whine over him as he practically yells his weaponized words at you. 

“No. I.. no he never.. touched me.” you cried. “I promise.”

Eddie lets his fingertips pull your panties to the side even further, the clothing stretching. “Oh sweetheart... don’t sound so disappointed… did my girl want him to touch her?” When he spoke, his fingertips brushed around the rim of your entrance. "No. Eddie.. only you. please. ple-." you whisper, voice shaky, and tears threaten to pour as he brushes and teases you.

He bites your inner thigh, closer to your core this time but only inches from the other bite mark. You try moaning his name but before the sound meets his ears he’s driving his middle finger deep in your pussy. Lips suckling at your clit as he smiles devilishly in the dark at you. His finger drives into you as you moan with his thrust. He pulls back to spit on you again, covering you in even more of a mix of both yours and his juices. He likes you sloppy.

“Yeah, baby? This pussy is fucking mine. It’s mine and forever will be mine. You have no idea how much I love this precious little cunt. You take me so fucccking well.” 

You were so easy to pull apart. you keen, eyes rolling into the back of your skull in shrill awe. “Eddi- fuck. I want to cum, pleasepleaseplease.” He slows his movements, “Oh sweetheart, were gonna make a deal m’kay..?” Eddie watches you nod viciously, “Yes, sir. Anything. Please.” you cry out. He nods at your good behavior. “You pick.. you don’t cum for the entire night, and i get to use and abuse this cunt until i’m finished.. or you cum now and you don’t stop cumming til i decided you’ve given me enough..” You stupidly choose the latter. He pulls your panties off of you and drapes your thighs on his shoulders. 

"c'mon then." he mumbles messily, his pointer finger joins his middle and he begins rolling and pressing into that soft, spongy spot inside you. Only he could reach it. "I want you to cum. Need you to cum."

You whimper at the demanding tone in his words, your thighs tighten around his head. Your fingers dig deeper into his scalp and you cry out to him, Eddie was filling every one of your senses as tears pricked your eyes and your orgasm drew tight in your lower belly. 

"please, sir." you heave out in such a whiny way his balls get tighter in his jeans. He suddenly becomes aware of how hot he is. Still fully dressed from his night out at the bar. 

“Give it to me. cum. cum for me, baby.”

You whisper his name like a prayer on a rushed tongue. Lips pouting and he watches you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth. Your back arching as your clit grows more sensitive under his flicking tongue. 

“That’s it, mmmhm. What a fucking whore." he presses his fingers deeper, grinning as your belly spasms. His bruising grip on your thighs push him closer and closer. "cum on daddy's tongue, baby."

Then your release hits you. Your thighs suffocate Eddie, you cum harder than any other man could make you. But when your knees press together and your toes curl in pleasure, it slowly morphs into your muscles being overworked and tightening harsher than they should. Eddie watches your eyes look at him pleadingly as he watches your spine draw tight and your back bow off of his bed. Trying to tug him off of you he groans. Eddie latches on while continuing to work his fingers deeper and deeper. Abusing your soft spot. As you go limp he watches your jaw drop in a silent moan, face scrunched and in pain.

“Fucking take it. I know you have one more, bitch. You asked for this, so take what I give you.” he grunts between your legs.

Your legs tingle with pins and needles as they rest on his shoulders. It feels like the snake has finally bit you, his venom leaving you lifeless. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as your body tries one more time to escape his python-like grip. He only tightens. You things carelessly push against his big, broad shoulders, and your feet thrash against his back. Eddie’s surprised by the fight you're putting up, so he slips his fingers out of you and brings his forearm around your waist. Pushing you further into his mattress. Shoving his tongue into your hole, you gasp. Eddie watches your breasts heaving and bouncing with your efforts. Your nipples perked up high for him to see, your clit pulsing against his tongue as he french kisses your cunt messily. You slowly begin to give up as another orgasm hits you like a wave. You ragdoll against him. He finally slows to let you catch a small breath. He pulls away slowly, spit dripping from his mouth and pooling onto your pussy.

“You should know not to fight me tonight, I deserve this.” Eddie growls.

Your legs slowly fall to sit around his hips as you can hardly move. Eddie raises off of you to take off his shirt. He wipes his cum soaked fingers on his tee before he’s throwing it somewhere in the corner of his room. He laughs as your barely open eyes stare at him. The soft tuft of hair leading into his jeans is all you can focus on before the clicking of his handcuff belt buckle coming undone catches your attention. He pulls his belt off and grabs your hands that are laid at your sides. He quickly restricts you with it while you’re stuck in a daze. You can hardly comprehend what he’s doing before your hands are tied and he’s standing up off of the bed, removing his jeans and boxers in one go. 

"Such a dirty little slut aren't you?" Eddie asked, crawling back up your body, the cock of his head resting on your tummy when your legs wrap around his hips. You’re drooling. "Shit- you’re so pretty when you’re all messy for me..." he whispered into your neck.

He messily bit your neck, marking you up with more of his love and venom. He rocks his hips softly while he listens to you let out little moans. His shaft was rutting between your folds and covering him in your slick while he prepared himself to enter you. Your body twitched as he moved forward, brushing your clit every so often. He lifted your legs so your ankles were dangling over his head, your hands still restrained from touching him.

“Can’t believe you tried making me fucking jealous, and using my best friend? You’re such a fucking bitch.”  He groaned before sinking his teeth into you again. “You’re gonna make up for it, though, aren’t you?” Eddiee purred, his tip began pressing into you and you nodded lazily with a cry, your hips twitching forward and your body well overstimulated.

“Y-yes.” you whispered.

“That’s right, baby.” Eddie answered you before kissing you roughly.

Your lips parted. He felt your body quiver under him as he pushed just his tip into you. His tongue easily dominated yours in your state of mind. Your body was bent in half as he kissed you. Eddie noticed your legs slightly tremble against his frame and felt your lower lip quivering when he kissed or sucked on it. Then he was pushed all the way into you. His hips were flush with your ass and his arms were wrapped around your thighs as he pushed your legs tight. You let out a choked whimper at his sudden intrusion and he groaned.

“Fuck you’re always so tight…” Eddie sighed.

He was sliding back slowly before sinking back in. His tip was against your cervix. Eddie was big, and he usually gave you a second to relax before he started drilling himself into you. This time he started pulling in and out of you as fast as he could, your muscles already relaxed from previously. 

“You want me to split your little cunt open, baby? Gonna fucking use you all night. I want you stretched open and molded to me.. Fuck….. A whore like you wont ever be able to be fucked by anyone else.”

You nodded mindlessly, “I’m so- sorry, sir. I- I’m soor- sorry. I should’ve never hu-hurt you.” you cried, before trying to move your hands to reach out to him. 

He quickly moved his hand away from where he held you to push your hands back down against his pillows. Your left leg fell from his shoulder and back onto his hip, your right leg remained on his shoulder. The new position granted him to push deeper inside you. Eddie listened to you gasp. Your pussy fluttered around his length all while he mocked you.

“You fucking greedy, bitch. You really need more of me, do you?” He barked.

His free hand pinched your sore nipples and then he ran his hand down your body. He slapped your pussy brutally while increasing his pace. You cried out as your core tightened, and Eddie felt your cunt grip him. His relentless pace hurt in the best way possible, his balls covered in your slick and clapping against your ass. 

“Are you gonna fucking cum already? You’re so fucking easy, your fucking cunt is so greedy.” 

“m’can’t help it.. you’re.. s-so big… stretch me so g-good, sir.” you whine, the stretch was so relieving after you hadn’t been fucked in a week.

“I .. i’m gon.. cum-m aga- pleaseplease..” you’re babbling under him, your mind fuzzy and fucked out. Eddie leans down to bite your neck, his tummy against yours while one leg remained over his head made your legs tremble. When he pulled away Eddie’s pupils were all blown out and dark. 

“Fucking greedy brat… cum for me then.” 

You threw your head back as Eddie raised up again. He laid one of his palms against your open mouth to silent your moans, he was pinching your nose so you couldn’t breathe. He gripped your hips to help your body meet his thrust as you gushed around him. Your chest heaved and your stomach muscles were sucked in as all the air in your lungs rushed out of you. He watched himself pump in and out of you like a jackhammer before he realized the little bump on your tummy, bludging out at him. He moved his grip off of your mouth and you gasped. He laid his hand flat on your stomach and pushed down. 

“Feel that baby? Oh fuck… i’m so fucking deep.” 

He continued fucking you until you finally came down from your third high. The absence of oxygen making you even more delirious. Your boyfriend was working you open than he ever had. In your mindless state you slowly forgot why he was so mad at you, curious as to why you deserved him using you this harshly, you began crying out for him to stop or slow down. Weakly pushing your restricted hands against his chest. He listened to you beg him for a break. Eddie laughed over you before he slowed his movements, but his thrust was just as hard. He mimicked the pathetic sounds you made while his thick cock continued his punishment. 

“Please Eddie! oh please! I can’t take it!” he laughed. “Yeah? Well you should’ve thought before you told me you wanted to cum earlier, fucking slut. You can take me.” he groaned as your pussy tightened around his cock.

“So. Fucking. Take. Me.” he spoke between his brutal slow thrust.

You both were so fucked out as he kept stretching you out. You knew you were going to be sore all day tomorrow, you’d be lucky if the burning pain he was causing would last less than three days. You started whispering his name under your breath. Your throat was hoarse from your moans and cries. The brief pangs of pain deep in your cunt would make you scream out every so often as your clit throbbed. He was all you could focus on, his chest was covered in sweat and his bangs were stuck to his forehead. 

“Steve will never fuck you like I do, sweetheart. He will never.” Eddie cried out.

Oh. Steve was the reason you deserved this. The existence of Steve had left your thoughts long ago as Eddie fucked your brains out. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as he growled at you. You never meant to hurt Eddie’s feelings to a point where he felt he needed to take it out on you like this. This fight wasn’t going to be resolved with him fucking you and then moving on. You began softly crying as the tuft of his hair around his cock brushed against your clit with each slow drag. 

“God. Are you crying for me?” he asked.

You couldn’t think to say anything but continue pleading for him to stop, “Eddie. st-stop.. you’re hurtin’ me.” you cried, your tears burned your cheeks, “you’re bei- being mean. please-” you hiccupped. “We can t-talk.. about this..” you begged.

He smirked, the pain he was feeling danced over his features. Eddie didn’t care that you wanted to talk about it now, all he wanted to do was wallow in pity. He fucked into you faster while he proved to himself that you needed him as much as he needed you. Your face morphed into a painful expression as more tears fell. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, pink cheeks and pouty lips. That’s what broke his heart, this wasn’t the way to go about this, but it was all he had and his release was selfishly coming closer than he would like to admit. Maybe it was you crying that did it for him. 

“Keep fucking crying like that and i’m going to cum.” Your cunt involuntary clenched around him. “Oh you like that?” Eddie raised his open palm open and slapped you on the cheek, “cry for me then, slut.. I wanna hear you cry cause my cock just feels s’good.. doesn’t it?” 

You whined but nodded. He hummed down at you to show you gratitude. He reached his hand down to lay against your neck, he felt your pulse hammering as he tightened his hand around your throat. Your mouth opened up into a small ‘O’ shape as you whined and moaned. If you couldn’t convince him to stop, then he was right, you needed to shut up and take him. No matter how much it hurt for your cunt to tighten around him and your heart to almost shatter. 

“This pretty pussy feels so fucking good…” he moaned, “c’mere.”

He raised your hands up and unrestricted them from his belt. There were bruises where he had carelessly tightened his belt too harshly. He felt a twang of regret in his chest for how rough he was being with you. His lust pushed that feeling deep down though when he heard you wine in pain, brushing his fingers over the red marks. Then he flipped you over onto your stomach and his hand pushed your cheek into the mattress as he brutally pushed into you again.

“God, I love hearing you whining on my cock.”

At this new angle he was slamming into that gushy part of you with ease. Your ass bounced with his thrust. It was a view Eddie loved. He threw his head back as he felt you rushing to your fourth orgasm. Numbness littered your body as you felt yourself grow dizzy and breathless. Every single inch of his cock was buried deep into your cunt. Disappearing into you, his eyes watched, when he pulled out your pussy gripped him. Sucking him back in. That was the only answer he needed to subside his worries that you didn’t want this. You wanted this. He had to keep reminding himself why you deserved this treatment. Eddie noticed how your tongue lazily slipped out of your mouth. He watched you drool all over his pillows with each moan. 

“I needed this. I needed to fucking show you.. y–you can’t just get away with hurting me, baby” he sighed. “..and a..af-fter all i’ve done for you? shouldn’t ‘ave s..saved you and Steve from that fucking prick in the ally.” he moaned.

The stroke of his cock against your ridged walls and mean words made you twitch. He picked up his pace. You were steadily approaching another orgasm again. He noticed too, because his free hand reached between your hot bodies to rub your clit. Your eyelids fluttered, a sob and then a scream was being muffled by the comforter you were biting down on. The sensation was to much.

“Edddie!! Fuck! m’sorry.. im so sorry” you cried.

“oh you’re sorry? Now you’re really sorry aren’t you?” Eddie growled.

“red.. r–red.” you cried. 

Eddie’s heart began to hurt as he watched you struggle under him, your weak hands pushed against his leg, but he couldn’t stop now. He was fucking gone. Dangerously gone. Eddie’s hand slapped your ass a couple of times before he lifted his leg to drive into you harder. The sound of skin smacking, drowned out all of your negative thoughts. He was pushing your limits but it felt so delicious. Eddie’s soft panting and grunting told you he was close. It was the only thing you could focus on as you both neared your orgasm. The wet and sloppy sound of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy as you gushed around him was so vulgar. You moaned out his name, your whimpering cries made yourself sound muffled as you cried into the bedspread. You felt your walls flutter around him for what you hoped would be the last time. Eddie groaned as you began clamping down on his shaft like a vice. Not stopping once to give you a break because you felt just too good for him to stop. Then your pussy was throbbing open for him before gripping him again in a mind-swirling rhythm. 

“That’s right, cum all over my cock… filthy bitch” He grunted, he watched your eyes roll back.. “im gonna cum inside you, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His demeanor changed when you didn’t answer him, but pleasure was the only thing you could feel. Fear riddled his system, he felt your body aching for him as he picked up the pace again, his fingers tangled in your hair with a painful grip, trying to your attention. You couldn’t see him, but his eyes were slowly filling with tears. He was pushing you too far, he thought. This was too far. The closeness of his orgasm made him feel awful, something about you being unable to fight back felt amazing. He was so close, and a brief thought of you not remembering why you both were fighting nearly sent him over the edge. This was bad. So fucking bad. This was the only thing he could do to make you understand though, wasn’t it? Fill you up and leave you to think about how you hurt him.. but he had hurt you too, and now he was hurting you more.

“Shit-“ He pants out. “I'm gonna fill you up, baby.”

“Please-“ you beg him.

“fucck, baby, I’m sorry too.. s-sweetheart im so fucking sorry.” he breathes out, leaning down to trap your body between him and his bed, guilt riddled his chest, and his hand moved your hair away from your face so he could see you crying. “you’re s’perfect, I.. I should’ve shown you how much .. i loved you when I had the c–chance.”

You sob, taking his next few sharp thrusts until the familiar warm feeling of him filling you up is felt from within you. Eddie groans against your back, giving a few more shallow thrust to you after cumming inside. You closed your eyes as you rode out your last orgasm around his cock. You felt traces of his load drip out of you and onto his shaft. Neither of you moved. When you squirmed a little he shifted so he was pushed up slightly deeper into you. The sudden movement pulled a gasp from deep in your throat. The sound scared Eddie as he slowly came down from his own high. You were just so sensitive, and missed the feeling of being so full. You were grateful that he stopped his torturous punishment though, but to Eddie the sound made him think he had hurt you even more than he already had. Quickly he was pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. 

“Fuck.” he whispered.

When Eddie looked down at you your eyes were red from the tears, your neck was bruised from his bites and rough kisses. Lips and cheeks were swollen. It was such a pretty sight, but he couldn’t believe he caused this. His hands hovered over the bruises he had left all over your chest. You watched his hands tremble before you looked at him. If he wasn’t so focused on the damage, he caused he would have caught a glance at your small smile. When your eyes connected, you saw your boyfriend begin to cry. He grabbed your limp body and latched onto you.

“I.. I lost myself..” he cried into your neck, “please where is your head at?” he looked into your eyes. “Hey.. you hear me? …baby?” 

He listened to you hum in content, but it wasn’t enough to snap him out of his negative headspace. Unable to regain full consciousness of what was happening you just reached your hand out to brush his cheek softly. He began kissing your open palm to bring you back down to earth, and to give him peace of mind that you wouldn’t flinch away from him. You watched his tears dripping from his eyes and down his face. You tried brushing them away but couldn’t with the pace they were falling.

“Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he whined. “Where does it hurt, sweetheart?”

Your hand moved from his cheek to brush over his jawline. Your pupils were dilated to an extreme degree. A mix of the darkness of the room and the love you felt for him. His seemed to be the opposite. Pupils moving quickly over the features of your face to check if there was any sign of hatred he could see. He began to cry harder, he was a silent crier but you could tell he couldn’t breathe. He was frozen. Completely unable to determine where your head was made him lose himself in the poison he had forced you to take, and he didn’t have an antidote. Eddie had never felt this feeling before after you had indulged in each other. He was punching himself internally as he just stared at you, still looking to you for any answers. His ears began ringing and his mind was foggy. Anxiety made the air around him feel hard to breathe. His chest started heaving in panic. He didn’t notice that you had spoken to him. 

“Everywhere hurts.” your voice was hoarse as you joked. You can tell he didn’t hear you. “..baby? ..hey, come back to earth Eddie.” you whine.

Eddie must’ve not thought your joke was very funny because after you said it his eyes snapped to you, almost begging you to give him directions. He had never fallen so harshly from his high that he was dropped into this space. It felt completely unnatural. Luckily for him you knew how to handle him when he started beating himself up. Though you felt a little blind because you had never handled it like this, but you hoped you could give him any kind of relief. 

“..hold me, just hold me, yeah? let’s start there..” you whispered.

No. Eddie couldn’t move. He didn’t deserve someone like you after he had broken your boundaries, maybe Steve would’ve been a better fit for you after all. The negative thoughts kept twisting his reality. You decided to take matters into your own hands. You had never gone through something like this, it was like Eddie was submitting to you, and that had never been a dynamic in your relationship. It was all so new, but you tried taking control for him now. Even with your body beaten and bruised you moved so Eddie was laying on his side now. 

you spoke with a more demanding tone, “baby. I’m okay… you’re okay.” Eddie took a deep breath before finally speaking, “b–but I hu…” he couldn’t say it. “You didn’t hurt me any more than I wanted.” you answered.

You offered a small smile to Eddie and then kissed him. He was timid to open up to you as you tried to take the power from him. He pulled away. Then you were listening to him sigh a deep breath before crashing back into you and letting you trace your tongue on his lips. When his lips parted you breathlessly moaned, you gave him what he needed as he tasted the reassurance on your tongue. Suddenly he understood why you had so desperately needed reassurance when you had the stupid dream that had caused all of this. You heard him whine when he pulled away, like he didn’t want to but he forced himself too. He jumped when he felt your fingers start to trace loving, small circles on his skin. 

“I’m really sorry. I caused this.. I just could’ve been better f’you. It won’t ever happen again. Next time I promise, I’ll give you as much reassurance as you need, sweetheart.” You kissed him softly, “and I wont ever hurt your feelings like that again, Ed’s.” you told him without mentioning Steve, worried that it would force him into that headspace you were slowly getting him out of.

He hummed appraisingly at you. You both sleepily kissed each other till Eddie finally stirred. He looked at you with the most darling and sparkly eyes. He brushed his thumbs under your eyes to check that the tears he had caused were now fully dry. You watched a little smile settle on his pink swollen lips. You smiled back at him. Your Eddie was almost back to being himself again. He just needed one more push from you. Wondering if one more push and praise was all he needed you spoke with uneasy confidence,

“pretty boy,” you started, he loved that nickname, “can you go get me a big ole glass of water and a towel?” Eddie nodded quickly, “yes, ‘course.. anything for you.” he spoke with a small shake in his breath. 

Then Eddie was slowly getting out of bed. You watched him grab a pair of his boxers and pull them around his waist. He turned to see your eyes on him and he nodded his head at you to signal he was okay. He disappeared into the hall and you listened to the tap run in the kitchen. He was at your side again with a glass of water, he sat it on the bedside table before he was walking into the bathroom to grab a small wet washcloth. The bathroom light illuminated his room and your skin in a soft glow. You saw the ‘M’ he had made on your chest for the first time. The bed sank under his weight as he sat at the foot of it. He grabbed a shirt from the floor and looked at you. 

“Can you sit up for me?” he asked nervously.

“Mhm.” you purred.

You reached your arms into the air. Eddie pulled his shirt over your head and down your shoulders. Shielding the damage he had done to you away from his eyes, but when your hands landed back at your sides he remembered the red marks he had left in your wrist. He brushed them softly. They were already turning a bruising shade of blue. He tried not to linger on it as your fingers distracted him and intertwined with his. Then he backed up and moved between your legs, he watched you with his red eyes. You stared back confused to what he was doing, but then quickly realized he was waiting for you to give him the okay that he could clean you up. 

“..m’just sensitive… careful please.” 

With those affirming words your boyfriend leaned down and kissed your upper thigh before he pulled the wet rag through your folds. The soft glow from the bathroom granted him enough light to see what he was doing carefully. He listened to you wince and his unsure eyes snapped to yours. You smiled at him to show him he could continue. After that you had very little problems, he tried to be as gentle as he could, while you tried to fight back your whines. When he was finished he got up to grab a pair of his sweatpants you liked wearing. He grabbed your ankles so delicately as he pushed your feet into each hole and dressed you in his clothes. Next he was picking you up off of the bed, one arm under both of your knees and the other behind your shoulders. He moved the covers down off his mattress. When his comforter was completely untucked and thrown into a pile on his bed he turned around with you in his arms, he sat down so you were safely in his lap. 

“You take such good care of me Ed’s… really.” you couldn’t help but purr. Eddie stayed quiet as he grabbed the water and slowly tipped the glass to your lips, “I sure hope so..” he whispered as you took small gulps. When he pulled the half empty glass away from you, you giggled, “..mhm you take better care of me than anyone else… promise.”

He laughed as you smiled at him, with you in his arms praising him he felt like he was on top of the world. He understood you only had eyes for him, he just hoped that you felt the same way. He watched you brush some of his hair out of his face, his curls were wild and tangled from the past few hours. 

“Was the big ‘M’ necessary though?” you giggled, Eddie threw his head back in a soft laugh, “...mhm very necessary, baby...” he paused, “but it didn’t hurt too bad, did it?” 

You shook your head no, then Eddie slowly reached towards the nightstand to place the glass back down. You reached your arms around his neck as he straightened out your body weight against him so he could lay you down. His back hit the bed and you laid your head onto his chest. Your leg hiked up over his waist. He reached towards the foot of the bed to grab his blanket and throw it over the both of you. You felt safe when he reached down and brushed his big hand softly onto the meat of your thigh that decorated his waist and caged him under you. He wished he could stay under you like this forever. He hoped you still loved him as much as he loved you. 

You adjusted to bury your chin into the nape of his neck. Before you slowly fell asleep you whispered, “I love you.” The uncertainty left him as your words filled his heart, “I love you too, sweetheart.” 

•ʚ♡ɞ•

A cold chill woke you up from your deep slumber. Eddie sometimes liked to open the window when he woke up to let some fresh air into his room. You turned over to see one of his curtains gently moving from the outside air. The covers you were onced buried in were draped over your body loosely, you looked over your shoulder to see where your boyfriend had gone. On the bedside table was the clock it was barely eight in the morning. next to the clock there was a note, you reached out to grab it, the soft paper made a crumpling noise as you opened it. 

goodmorning, sweetheart. went to apologize to steve before i leave hawkins for tour, i was a little harsh letting him get his ass kicked like that, don’t yah think..? i’ve got breakfast on the stove & i'm bring home one of those really sweet coffee drinks from your favorite shop. i packed your bags and we'll leave for my next show tonight when i get back home. you're my muse, i love you. –ED

fin.

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No One But You (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: Billy's always been close with you but he never realized that you've filled a hole in him until you ignore him after he unknowingly broke your heart. His loneliness drives you to get you back.

Warnings: strong language, angst, fluff, mentions of abuse, mentions of billy being a player (i guess), mentions of smoking, mentions of not wanting to live, fighting in public, crying, sweet happy ending, friends-to-lovers (kind of)

Word Count: 2,104

Request: Hi! Can you write a Billy fic, the reader is fell in love with Billy, so she always gets his attention, cheers him up, brings him food/cute stuff, comforts him when Neil abuses him. Billy loves the attention from the reader but still flirts with other girls because he thinks he doesn't do relationship then reader finds billy kissing someone else and it broke her heart then she started ignoring him and then billy realizes that he misses her and likes her to be his. Please it make it super angsty but a nice sweet ending! Pretty please. Thanks and Have a nice day! 🎊🎊

A/n: Whaat? Two Billy fic in one day?? Clearly I have nothing better to do with my time and love this boy... plus I did say I would post these requests as I finish them so tada

Billy Hargrove Masterlist II Stranger Things Masterlist

Billy loves the attention. It’s why he plays his music loudly when he drives, why he openly flirts with practically every woman he sees, and why he walks with such confidence in his step. It makes everyone in the room turn their gaze to him, and he loves it. When he met you, his feelings were indifferent about how you tried to do things to get him to notice you and keep talking to you. 

The way you became persistent to have his attention ended up making him get closer to you than he has with any other woman. People might say that he considers you a friend. And perhaps he does. 

You always manage to cheer him up when he’s in a foul mood at school, whether it’s by talking until you go into a rant about some teacher or some girls that have pissed you off, or by bringing him samples of treats you had baked the previous night at home for him to taste. Not to mention that he’s kept some of the gifts you’ve gotten him, despite him telling you how you don’t have to do that. 

Yeah, maybe he’s gotten close to you. It’s why he didn’t try and push you away when you found him sitting on a park bench with a bruised cheek at night, recovering from a ‘rough handling’ from his father. After that, he sought comfort in your presence whenever his father hit him. 

But Billy never saw anything going further with you. He always thought he wasn’t the kind of person that does long-lasting relationships. He doesn’t think he could commit. And after everything he’s been through with you, how close he’s gotten to you, he doesn’t think he could pull his moves on you.

So, he continues to flirt with girls, doing what he does best and getting them to smile and laugh at his witty comments, not thinking that it would affect what he has with you. 

Until you just disappear. 

He notices one morning how you’ve stopped meeting him at his car in the mornings before school, how you never seem to find him in the hallways anymore or in his secret smoking spots. You don’t look at him during the classes you have together anymore. Not even to share in a funny experience or an inside joke. 

At first, he didn’t care. He told himself that perhaps without your constant presence, he’d have more time to himself and his own doings. He won’t have to deal with your ranting anymore. 

Then, he started to feel small pangs of loneliness. Without you, his life felt quiet and he can’t remember when last he smiled and laughed genuinely. Without you there to comfort him after his dad hit him, Billy really felt like he had no one in the world. He would wait for you to come to that park bench, but you never came. And he asked himself why you were being so cruel to him?

He tries to drown his loneliness with music, but it only makes him think about the times he would make you listen to every tape he had as a way to ‘teach you what real music is’. It would make him remember how you would laugh as he drummed his hands against his thighs with the drum line of the song. His room felt too quiet now without you, no matter how loud he would blast his music, annoying Max in the other room. 

As people file into the school building on Monday morning, Billy leans against his car, staring down at the lighter in his hand. It was a gift from you after his last one died and it has never let him down since you gave it to him. Now, he’s forced to think about you again every time he lights a cigarette. 

Now, thinking about how it feels like you’re ignoring him, it makes him angry. He feels his blood starting to boil in his veins, thinking about how no other girl could manage to fill the empty space you left in his life. He’s angry that you didn’t even give him a head’s up or a reason for just flaking out on him. 

He lifts his head after stuffing the lighter in his pocket and immediately spots you walking towards the school building. Quickly pushing himself off his car, he rushes forward, determined to not go another without you acknowledging him. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he practically shouts, slipping in front of you and making you look at him for the first time in a week. “Or is this just a new, bitchy side to you?”

Your lip flares in a snarl, your eyes narrowing at him as you step around him. “I don’t want to talk to you,” you mutter, purposefully walking into his shoulder as you pass him.

But it doesn’t make him back down. 

His hand shoots out to grab your arm, pulling you back, and giving you a stern look as his grip tightens. “Really? Because I used to struggle trying to get you to stop following me like a fucking puppy,” he snaps, letting your arm go when you pull it out of his grip. 

“I doubt you’ll have trouble finding a replacement for me following you around, if my absence bothers you so much. Seeing as how you’re constantly flirting with anything in a skirt,” you shout back at him, adjusting the strap of your back over your shoulder as you attempt to walk away from him again. 

“Oh, I’ll be fine finding a replacement for you. But who are you going to be following around from now on?”

“Fuck you, Billy,” you shout over your shoulder for the entire school to hear.

Your cuss at him doesn’t feel like a joke. It feels way too serious for him. And it dawns on him that this is not some kind of banter between you two. He’s done something that deeply upset you and he’s not sure what it is so he doesn’t know how to fix it. He doesn’t even know why he wants to fix it. 

Throughout the day, he’s staring at you when you’re in sight, his knee bouncing up and down as he waits for it to dawn on him what he did. 

Fuck, he just wants you to look at him and smile again. He just wants you to meet him by his locker to rant about whatever is on your mind. He just wants to spend those quiet moments at night on the park bench with you again. 

He wants you. 

He misses you. 

“Fuck,” he hisses at himself in his car on the way home, hitting his steering wheel before turning it to make a U-turn right in the middle of the road. His foot practically on the floor, he zooms to your house and he doesn’t intend on leaving until he has you in his life again. 

Arriving just in time to see you reach the front door, he comes to a screeching halt in your driveway and flies out of his car, slamming his door behind him as he walks towards you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shout, dropping your bag at the front door before storming towards him. “What don’t you understand about ‘I don’t want to talk to you’?”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s pissed you off so much,” he firmly says, standing in front of you and staring down at you with a harsh glare. 

You shake your head, scoff in disbelief, and run your hands over your face. “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Is that what Rachel finds attractive?”

“Who the fuck is Rachel?”

“Rachel Smith! The girl you were making out with against your locker last week,” you shout up at him. 

Then he realizes what this is all about. It makes his face fall and he takes a deep breath as you laugh to yourself, turning your eyes down to hide the tears welling up in them. 

“I thought you cared about me. I thought…” you trail off, shaking your head and looking up at him as you swallow a hard lump in your throat. “I thought that maybe you saw something in me that no one has ever seen in me before. I fell in love with you for that, thinking that maybe you’d feel the same way about me even if you say that you don’t do relationships. I thought that maybe you would change your mind. But it seems that I was just as stupid as every other girl you play,” you say, your voice the softest he’s ever heard. 

A tear falls down your cheek, making Billy realize that he’s hurt you. He’s broken your heart without even meaning to do that. He would never intend to hurt you when all you’ve done for him is heal him. If he had known your feelings before, he would never have kissed Rachel.

Would he?

If it meant that he would lose you, then of course he wouldn’t have. 

When he doesn’t say anything, you turn around to walk away. But he doesn’t want you to leave. 

He grabs your wrist to stop you. Only, this time his touch is gentle and you can feel the desperation in his hold. You can’t bear to look at him now, fearing that this is just a ploy to get you to let him back in your life. The thought that he might be trying to play his tricks on you makes your head drop between your shoulders. 

“Please let me go, Billy,” you beg, shutting your eyes and letting more tears roll down your cheeks, 

Billy shakes his head, knowing that you can’t see it, and takes a small step towards you. “I can’t,” There’s no more shouting between you two and the atmosphere has changed, making your head crane slightly so you can see his figure out the corner of your eye. “You have no idea how miserable I’ve been without you there beside me. How lonely I felt,” he says, his voice breaking slightly as he takes another step forward. 

It makes your head turn to face him fully, your throat closing up when you see that he’s close to tears himself. 

“It always felt like something was missing in my life. I just never realized that it was you until you left,” he whispers, turning you around and letting go of your wrist as he raises his hand to wipe a tear off your cheek. “If this past week is what it’s like living this life without you, then I don’t want to live.”

“Don’t say that,” you choke out. 

“Why not? It’s true.”

Your gaze falls, but his other hand comes up to cup your other cheek and he steps closer to you, making your hands rest on his chest. He makes you look at him, and this is the closest you two have ever been. You’ve often thought about what the build-up to a kiss with him might be like, that it would involve being this close to him. You just never thought that possibility of it happening to you would be in a situation like this where you’re crying. 

“Fuck the other girls. They can’t begin to make me feel like how you make me feel. I want you.”

You shake your head, almost not believing his words as you cast your eyes down again. God, you really hate him seeing you cry. 

He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering shut just as yours do, and small pleas falling from his lips. “Please, (Y/n). Please forgive me,” he whispers, and you almost don’t hear his words. 

“You’re sorry?” you ask, lifting your head to press your forehead a bit more against his. 

“So fucking sorry.”

You’re quiet for a second, only letting out a shaky breath before you snake your arms around his waist and stepping into his chest. “Don’t do it again.”

Billy smiles at your words, wraps his arms around your shoulders, and pulls in closer to his body. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

As he stands there in your front yard, his arms around you and yours around his, he feels that empty space inside him start to fill up again. It’s like someone has taken a pencil and filled out the missing part of a picture, colored in the empty, outlined shape. 

No one could have filled that space as you do. No one but you.

[spicyicetea]

HIIII, I love your writing!!! Like your my source of my alone time when not crying or crafting, or gaming! ( We have stuff in common :D). SOOOOO, I have a recommendation!! It would be pretty cool to have you do this sooooo Like Yeah! But could you do a part two to the Link x Milf reader because I loved that one ( Cuz im like that ;) ). And could you do Totk Link x cuddly reader.

Ps. My computer dosnt let me write question Marks :l

LOVE UR WRITING :D -Madisu Kulina

Awww you’re legit so sweet! Eeee it’s messages like this that make me wanna keep posting. I’m actually already working on a pt 2 for the Milf!Y/N and I’ll make sure to tag you in it once it’s done. So for now I’ll do the other request. I assume you’d also like this to be yandere themed as it’s kinda my main thing at this point. I’ll split this into bullet points and then a short imagine.

Usual warnings: Yandere behaviour, NSFW topics mentioned but no actual smut. MDNI.

TOTK Link x Cuddly, Fem! Y/N

Link has always hit me as the type of Yandere who loves a physically affectionate reader. Being able to be near someone and protect them is a big deal, especially with all the crazy things happening in Hyrule.

If this is before Ganondorf was defeated, he takes you everywhere with him.

Each Sage he recruited knows you are his priority and to protect you with their lives or face him in a battle. None of them wanted that, they knew better.

You were a Hylian woman he bumped into while visiting Hateno village. Watching you man the fields awoke something in him. A gorgeous woman like you shouldn’t have to work day and nights just to get food and a roof over her head. She deserves to be pampered. And he can do that for you.

He practically swept you off your feet and proclaimed he would marry you once he defeated Ganondorf. He plans to keep that promise.

You ride sitting in front of him on Epona so he can make sure you’re comfortable. When he jumps off to fight or explore on foot, you stay on the saddle, Epona prepared to run for the hills as her master has instructed should danger even look your way.

He was fully prepared to be the “bad guy”. Making sure you would appreciate his generosity and gentle handling when he could be so rough. He needed you to need him.

But, he figured out he didn’t need to rather quickly.

It was a cold and he had left to handle a monster infestation near where you had been camping. The rain lashed at the ground outside the cave you and Epona were hunkered in for safety. The oversized tunic you wore as a makeshift dress club to your form, soaked with water. Flint sparks as you tried to start up the fire, having moved some spare sticks into the cave. It just wouldn’t work. With a heavy sigh, you hunkered over, shivering while fiddling with the flint in your hands.

“Y/N… you’re cold.” A familiar voice rang.

Link stood behind you, soaked by the rain. He tossed his pouch aside, prepared to strip you so he could dry your clothes. With a sigh, he took his gloves off but when he went to grab you, he jolted to a stop. Your arms wrapped around him, your cheek nuzzling his chin.

“Link! I was so worried, I missed you.” You pouted up at him.

His face flushed red and he hugged you tightly back, peppering your face with kisses. You truly were his adorable little wife. He couldn’t wait to have you back at his home where you’d stay safe for him to come home to each day.

His day dreaming was interrupted as you tugged at his shirt and trousers. Your greedy hands couldn’t get enough of him, maybe he’d have to give you what you wanted. He had planned for your first intimate experience to be on your wedding day but he’s more than willing to jump the gun. Oh how he would love to fold you and abuse that tight pretty c-

“Link! You need to dry your clothes!”

“Oh…”

Yes… he couldn’t wait to marry you. His touchy little princess.

[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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