#thirsts ʚ♡ɞ・

[notiddygxthgf]

wakasa throws the “i’m sorry ms. imaushi” or “so sorry mama” whenever you’re mad at him and it works, the little shit knows that as soon as he says either of those things you’re no longer mad at him i hate him so much

wakasa has such a grip on you and he fucking knows it. ugh.

he won't even be phased by you when you get all up in his face shouting and calling him names. he'll just stand there smirking at you because the only thing he can focus on is how god damn pretty you look when you're angry

shit, sometimes, he pisses you off just to see you all hot and bothered like this -- eyes pointed and brows drawn, accusatory finger pointed at his chest.

he's already thinking of the 30 different positions he would have you in right fucking now if he could -- god, he just wants to fuck that little attitude right out of you. (yes, I head canon that waka is a brat tamer and no one can tell me otherwise.)

"Are you even fucking listening?" You would ask.

"Mhm," he would say, but he would never want you to feel like he didn't care about what you have to say, so he would add, "I'm listening, mama, keep going."

you hope he doesn't catch the way you stammer as you continue your ramble. he does -- and his smirk only widens at it.

he knows you could never stay mad at him.

when he decides he's had his fun, he'll slide his arm around you, lips dripping with those sweet nothings he knows you love to hear.

"I'm sorry, mama," He croons softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I won't do it again."

he knows you're not really that angry at him. Rather, that you're angry at a situation and you want to be heard by him.

"Promise?" you would ask him.

"'Course, mama," he adds. "don't want my future wife crying' over something I did. y'er too damn pretty. ain't that right, mrs. imaushi?"

then your gaze would soften, your anger would weaken, and he would know he had won. he knew he had your pretty ass wrapped around his finger. no one else could handle his princess the way he could.

he knows you're not goin anywhere.

[ayatomic]

FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT !

what kind of doms are they? (genshin impact.)

ft: albedo, arataki itto, diluc, kamisato ayato, tartaglia, thoma, zhongli.

w: sub/dom dynamics, praise and degradation, cunnilingus, unrealistic c*rvix kissing, overstimulation, in public, dirty talk, c*ckwarming, brat taming, impact play, teasing, edging, temp play implied, dacryphilia, dumbification, breeding, multiple rounds, ruined org*sms, control themes, some rigging, mention of a safe word.

minors do not interact. | masterlist.

THE SOFT DOMS.

✿ THOMA is the softest darling. thoma doesn't have a mean bone in his body: he's a pleasure dom more than anything. thoma is the type of guy who gets off on hearing your pretty whines and can cum in his pants just from lapping the sweet juices up from your drooling cunt. he gets lost in making his darling feel euphoric, so much so that he's accidentally overstimulated you many times before.

no matter how you're being fucked, the chief retainer will bestow endless praises upon you, showering you with honey-soaked words as he gazes down at your vulnerable form, his striking emerald irises molding into hearts. he tells you how good you are for him, how well you take his cock, and how damn gorgeous you are underneath him. each syllable drives you insane, your cunt clamping around thoma like a vice.

"goodness, you're gonna make me lose it, darling. could spend hours buried in this pretty fucking pussy. you take me so well, don't ya? so perfect, baby, doin' such a good job f'me. . ."

✿ ITTO wants to please you, but his oni desires can occassionally take over. he'll pounding his monstrous length into your weeping cunt, doing his best to pay attention to all of the spots that made you cream. however in the mean time, he loses all sense of self control, finding himself totally intoxicated by the way your angelic pussy sucked him in.

whilst it doesn't stem from him being a hard dom or wanting to be mean to you, you can tell that he begins chasing his own orgasm above yours as the snapping of his hips against your own harshens severely.

yet you struggle to complain, for the way that itto's thick cock taps your cervix, combined with his rough thumb tracing messy shapes around your sensitive clit, sends you over the edge repeatedly. he subconsciously taps into his primal urges, thus ensues his overwhelming desire to breed your sweet cunt until he was satisfied. with itto, nobody ever had just one orgasm. he borders on insatiable, spurred on by your babbling as he pounds into your sloppy pussy and fills you with yet another load.

THE IN BETWEEN

✿ ALBEDO is a mixed bag. occasionally, he can be one of the harshest doms, drawing endless orgasms from you as the alchemist bullied his way into your silly little pussy. each movement was calculated and precise, each touch possessed the perfect amount of pressure to send you reeling. yet on the other hand, there are times where albedo will do nothing but worship your body, gently grazing his fingers over your most sensitive areas and placing tender kisses to every inch of your skin that he could reach.

he's not necessarily one to offer praise nor degradation. though he'd be more than willing to indulge his partner if they wished to receive one or the other, albedo will often find himself describing every single lewd act as he carries it out. he tells you how your gummy walls flutter around his lithe fingers, how he can feel your sensitive clit pulsing against your tongue, and narrated the scene as he slipped his cock inside of you. his certain class of dirty talk gets you absolutely soaked, as though you could finish from his filthy words alone.

✿ AJAX isn't a mean dom per se, but he often indulges in teasing you. if he's in the mood to rile you up and leave you high and dry, the harbinger will not hesitate to do such. he'll grope at your flesh (even if you're both in public) before whispering the nastiest of things in the shell of your ear, detailing all of the ways that he desired to use your sweet body and bend it to his will.

yet, there are many incidents in which ajax can't handle himself. an amalgamation of your expressions as he teases you, the way that you nibble at your bottom lip, and the efficacy of each phrase that he whispered all get him just as riled up as he does you. often he cannot resist taking you in the closest secluded area, be it in a darkened alleyway somewhere in liyue harbor, the bathroom of a fancy resturant, his luxurious office over at the northland bank, or safely in the confines of your own home. hell, ajax would even let you cockwarm him in the middle of a teahouse if you let him. he simply adores how needy you can get for him - an energy that he, too, can match.

THE HARD DOMS

✿ DILUC is an expert brat tamer. he doesn't like his partner acting out,  and will take necessary precautions to keep them in line. for example, if you tease him whilst he works the bar in the tavern, he won't hesitate to take you to the back room and spank your ass red raw amongst the barrels of expensive wine. his personal favorite punishments were a dead tie between bullying his thick cock into you out on the second floor balcony of the angel's share, forcing you to remain silent as his gloved fingers slip past your lips whilst he teaches you a lesson, or to restrain you all for himself, harnessing the power of his vision to edge your slutty cunt to tears.

mondstadt's dark knight hero loved it when you begged him to cum, tears leaving crystalline remnants on your lashes as you put on your best puppy dog expression. he typically asks you if you think you deserve it, giving you only a moment to answer before he's slapping your wet cunt and growling degradation in your ear, reminding you that "good girls finish last."

✿ AYATO is, first and foremost, a bully. he gets what he wants, and will do anything within his power to get it. the yashiro commissioner demanded obedience; he had no time for brattiness, and would quite literally fuck you into submission if that's what was required. when ayato fucks, his primary goal is to make you forget your own name. you won't be walking properly for a few days, but that's okay because he can provide for your every need.

virtually nothing is off the table with this man. if his cock isn't enough to mold you into being his obedient darling, then he's perfectly content with slapping and spanking anywhere that he can reach. he has a huge thing for impact play, enjoying the sight as your skin heats up under his touch, reveling in the faint whines of pain that you elicit.

additionally, ayato has unbelievable stamina. his balls are heavy, and he wants nothing more than to drain them inside your cosy little cunt. his strength is comparably immense, with all of his training having resulted in the man's ability to lift and shift your body into any position that he can think up. sex with him is a marathon, and when ayato is done with you, the only word that you can murmur is his name.

✿ ZHONGLI is a man of specific tastes. he knows what he likes, and seeks it out. there are rules when it comes to your sex life, for example only he could make you cum, and even then you had to ask for permission. under no circumstances were you to touch yourself, and when he fucks you there is an understanding that you relinquish every last shred of control. the man used to be a god, and you were to worship him as such.

in all honesty, zhongli understood that he was pedantic when it came to your rules. the slightest of things would be considered a breach, for the sole fact that he was enamored with punishing you. something about how pathetic you were really got him going, taking every hit, every insult, and every last piece of pain that he gave you. he particularly enjoyed watching your pained expression as he ruined your nth orgasm of the night, smirking to himself as you writhed and rutted against his hand. it didn't matter if you cried about how he promised that this time he would finally let you cum, for he instead wanted to see how much of this punishment you could endure before uttering your established safe word.

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[shuchu]

Hey! Remember the anon who sent you an Ike thirst about him being the making love kind of guy? I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER ONE — the thought came up recently and all I can say is…

Are the guys of Luxiem lingerie guys? 👀 I firmly believe there aren’t enough people talking about it. The kinds they like, if they would demand you to wear it in public underneath very formal or conservative garments.

Or maybe, they don’t know, and they’re surprised by the reveal? I’m not cis, so one of the things I would LOVE to fulfill from my bucket list is:

Wearing very masculine clothes on the outside while having very pretty, frilly, lingerie underneath.

The Luxiem guys salivating, praising, and overall, worshipping their partner for their beauty makes me twirl. Given that Ike is my oshi, I like to think that he’s the type to try and keep his composure — but actions are louder than words.

You can tell by the way his eyes water slightly, the touch of red at the tips of his ears and the surface of his cheeks, how he fidgets in place but shamefully takes down your body to try and memorize every curve and how the lingerie looks on your skin (I love it when flaps of skin stick out too).

God, he is drunk to the sight. So drunk that he doesn’t bother removing it. Just pushing it to the side slightly, or maybe even rubbing through the fabric soaking it a little too much.

Man, I am pent up, but I hope you enjoyed my messy thirst ✊

nsfw, minors dni ; afab!reader

omg- yes, i firmly believe that luxiem are lingerie guys. high five on that

i feel like vox and mysta would be the type to demand you wear it in public underneath your modest and formal clothes but for the other three, you would be the one to secretly wear it and surprise them with it when you get home

gosh that little ike drabble- got me blushing (〃 ω 〃)

i feel bad for the lack of content so here are some headcanons for y’all ♡ thank you anon for the idea!!! 

ʚ♡ɞ VOX AKUMA

would be so smug that he came up with this idea

“look at you blushing, you’re so cute.”

the thought of you wearing something so naughty underneath your seemingly modest and formal clothes made you flustered and embarrassed

“do i really have to wear this underneath?” you ask while fiddling with the lacy hem of the lingerie

“yes darling. just this once.” vox wraps his arms around your waist and litters kisses on the side of your neck

while the both of you are out, the image of you in that lingerie will be stuck in his mind and he has to fight the urge to bend you over and fuck you right then and there

back at home...

“god, you look so pretty.” vox groans as he worships your body, moving down to where you want his mouth the most.

“let me do all the work baby. i won’t stop until i kiss and taste every single inch of you.” he says, pulling the thin fabric to the side before disappearing between your legs

 ʚ♡ɞ MYSTA RIAS

“mystaaaaa,” you pout, “why do i have to wear this underneath?” you whine as you look in the mirror, your cheeks turning slightly pink in embarrassment

mysta would just be staring at you, ogling you shamelessly

he walks towards you, sliding his hands up and down your sides and kisses your cheek

“just this once. i like being the only one who knows that you’re wearing something like this underneath.”

after running errands...

mysta carries you bridal style to the bedroom and places you gently on the bed, he takes his time leaving kisses on every part of you, mumbling praises while doing so. 

“even the sounds you make are so pretty...god, i’m so lucky.”

ʚ♡ɞ LUCA KANESHIRO

poor baby was so flustered when you started changing out of your clothes

“b-babe?”

when you turn around to face him, his face is all red and he has his hands over his face

you giggle and walk towards him, “what’s wrong my love? it’s not like you haven’t seen me in less than this before.”

“i- i know but...” he stops mid sentence, too embarrassed to say anything more

you pry his hands off his face and his eyes wander all over you, taking you in

“you look gorgeous...”

his hands move to grab your hips (mans is so based)

he then sweeps you up into his arms, making you squeak in surprise

he lays you down gently on the bed and his hands start roaming your body while his lips find yours, kissing you deeply

“my pretty baby.”

ʚ♡ɞ IKE EVELAND

he was stunned

he just stood there gaping at you while the tips of his ears slowly turned red

“enjoying the view ikey?” you giggle, teasing him

he just gulps and shuffles around, his dick getting painfully hard

his eyes admire every curve, ingraining this image into his mind

“you look so beautiful.” ike says softly

you walk towards him and he starts running his hands over your body

he asks you to do a little spin and when you do he groans, “god, you’re perfect.”

the both of you then move to the bed where ike takes his time with you, rubbing your hardened nipples through the fabric and sliding his finger against the already damp fabric below

“i love you my angel.”

ʚ♡ɞ SHU YAMINO

“wait babe. you had that on beneath your clothes?”

“yeah, you like it?”

shu’s mouth opens and closes, he’s at a loss for words

he’s trying so hard not to look down

you realise and you giggle, walking towards him and placing his hands on your body

“babe, you know you can look right? you’ve already seen me naked.” 

shu’s hands move to hold you by your hips while his eyes slowly travel down your body and up again

he leans in and kisses you

when he pulls back, his eyes are filled with love and adoration for you

“you look stunning babe.”

you look down to see his erection straining against his pants and you smirk

“seems like you like it a lot.”

“i- i mean...yeah...”

he would proceed to carry you to bed to make love to you

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; On Display (Vampire!Thranduil x Human!Fem!Reader)

Summary - An "innocent" attempt to feed your thirst for attention leaves you on display for all of Mirkwood to see, it appears that y ou were not the only one thirsting for some attention...& possibly something more.

Warnings - Smut, language, female reader, afab reader, vampire!Thranduil (heavily implied), slight dark!Thranduil, possessive!Thranduil, brat!Reader. female genitalia (reader), male genitalia (Thranduil & Guard OC, brief), flirting (reader), Guard fancying Reader (heavily implied), name calling, pet names, praise kink, implied mind-control, voyeurism, fingering/masturbation, sex toys (pretend they exist in middle-earth), bondage, magical restraints(?), impact play (slapping), sensation play (Thranduil being physically cold), blind-folding (reader).

Pronouns & POV - She/Her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 6,000+

A/N - This is a chaotic mess, I apologize for it & the endless warnings for the first part…the next part may be a bit worse. I apologize if there is any grammar or anatomy errors, I use an online checker so it does miss a few things & I am genuinely awful at anatomy!

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The tips of your fingers delicately glid across each indentation upon the carvings within the chilled marbled pillars; the sight of small animals to massive dragons accompanied the smooth chill you felt beneath your fingertips. A sensation you had grown accustomed to during your stay with the peculiar elven king.

Though you often spent your days strolling through the twisted halls of Mirkwood, the sensation you had gotten accustomed to came from something far more exquisite than any art piece that adorned these very halls. The elven king himself,  Thranduil .

His hair shone as bright as molten gold, eyes as watchful and bright as the morning sky, overseeing all of the beings under his reign, and his skin as pale and cold as snow. His Majesty, Thranduil, was a sight for all to behold.

The first time you had witnessed his beauty, you believed it was all but a dream or rather a ghost. His beauty haunted your mind from the burning morning sky to the darkness of night. 

Though the sight of his beauty was nothing but a faint memory, it was utterly addictive. A wordless siren's call that sent every fiber of your being ablaze. 

The inextinguishable fire burned rampant within your heart as every waking hour became more tiresome with the sleepless nights refusing to end, the only cure to your mysterious illness far from where you stood.

A pull not only noticeable to you but to the elven king himself as well, what began as faint thoughts of you spiraled into an uncontrollable thirst for your return.

A thirst soon to be quenched the moment you stepped foot onto Mirkwood soil, your body under the unspoken pull's control as it puppeteered you into his majesty's sturdy arms.

The same arms that now tossed you aside each time you sought comfort within them, the elven king proclaimed that the endless amounts of work he sought out held the utmost importance over you. You, the one he once so desperately sought after but now cruelly ignored.

Thoughts on the unspoken pull the king had upon you came to a halt at the sound of a throat clearing, the tips of your fingers hovering over the delicate carvings while your head turned towards the direction of the faint sound.

"My lady." The fiery-haired elf lowered his head towards you, the title still feeling bizarre to you despite the endless amounts of times you had heard it.

" Please ," You began, nodding your head in his direction. "call me Y/N." The guard's eyes widened at the lack of formality. The king had so heavily enforced the title to the point few knew your name.

"My lady -erm , Y/N," The guard began, his eyes adverting from yours and onto the creaking floor beneath him. Shifting his weight from one covered foot to another. "his highness requests your presence in the dining hall." He continued, his eyes refusing to meet yours. The hue of his fiery hair spreading across his cheeks up to the tips of his pointed ears, odd.

"I see..." You began, your words trailing off due to the sudden shift in the guard's actions. The air grew tense as your eyes burned into the top of his lowered skull. "His highness  can wait . I have other matters I wish to attend to." The elf's eyes widened in shock as you began to step towards him.

"I apologize for the interruption. I shall let you be." The once sturdy husky voice began to waver as you moved closer towards him, the flesh of his cheeks burning brighter than any ruby bore from the earth as his gaze stayed glued onto the floor.

The wood beneath his feet creaked as he began to distance himself from you, the tips of his ears burning hot as you rushed after him. " Wait! " The boom of your voice ringing throughout the silent kingdom stalling the flustered guard in his place, his eyes quickly adverting from the cold floor beneath him and locking into your softened gaze.

"I mean,  erm, " The words momentarily stalled in the back of your throat as the light beneath your eyes began to dim. Though the elven guard did disrupt your mindless stream of thoughts, he could be a solution to your sudden problem. "Stay,  please . It is rather lonesome without his majesty to keep me company."

The pair of emerald eyes growing as large as dinner plates, the fire beneath the flesh of his cheeks running rampant as his eyes scanned over the rouge fabric that clung onto your heavenly form.

" My lady ," The guard began nervously; the faint clearing of his throat echoed throughout the silent halls as he momentarily stalled his words. "though I would be  honored  to be within your presence, I am required to report back to his majesty."

"Oh,  fuck his majesty ." The boom of your words echoing throughout the silent halls and quickly catching within a specific pair of sensitive ears. 

His mouth opened and closed as if he was a fish pulled fresh from the sea, the faint heat within the air growing tense as the sweet harmony of your words echoed throughout his empty skull. 

"His Majesty wishes for my happiness,  does he not? " An eyebrow arched in the direction of the stunned guard as you began to approach him, the loose golden embroidered fabric swaying with your hips with each step you took.

The blur of fiery hues caught your eye just as the faint clicks of covered feet rang within your ear.  Exactly as planned . "And right now, what would make me happy..." The sultry words stalled upon your plump lips as you finally stood before the man who once towered over you, the tips of your fingers delicately tracing the armor that shielded his toned chest from your view. "is  you . " 

The faint autumn hue of candlelight delicately caressed your features as your soft lips began to part, your gaze softening up at the stunned elf.

" I believe it would be best if you were to discuss this matter with his majesty. " The guard interjected, his voice wavering in fear as his eyes darted around the twisted halls. Fear of his emotions, fear of how he adored your actions, and fear of the elven king's wrath if he were to find out about this.

A scoff raised from the back of your throat as your eyes looped around your skull at the guard's innocent and fear-ridden suggestion. "I am afraid it is too late for that." Your lips pursing at the final word, the glide of your fingers shifted onto the smooth skin of his jaw.

"His Majesty would give me yet another poor explanation. It is far too late for explanations now" You continued to trace his defined features, the heat of your breath ghosting upon his face as you shifted your weight onto your forefeet. " especially when you are right here. " The tips of your fingers continued their trail upon the carved features, the guard lingering in silence as the waging war of his duties and desires rang throughout his empty mind.

Never in his lifetime had he ever dreamt of another's touch yet feared it so deeply, though he had once spent sleepless nights yearning from the warmth of your gentle touch; it now appeared to burn him the longer it lingered upon his features.

"And if I am correct, I believe you would be  happy  with that arrangement as well." The low purr of your words ringing throughout the silent kingdom, the corners of your plump lips curving upwards as the guard's face further matched the deep hue of your dress.

The warmth of a palm against his smooth skin sent a mindless shiver down his spine; the knot of words that had formed in the back of his throat from your previous actions swallowed down with an audible gulp while his shining emerald eyes bore into your burning gemstone pair.

The sight of lust and fear continuing to fight each other behind the light of the guard's eyes was almost enough to distract you from the rushed clicking sound of a familiar pair of covered feet approaching you.  Almost . 

"Be a dear and walk me back to my chambers?" The heat of your breath ghosted over his soft lips as he eased further into your touch, the spark within his eyes fading into the darkness of  lust  as your lips ghosted over each other,  only a breath apart .

" Y/N! " The hoarse boom caused the pair of you to knock the tops of your skulls into one another, the once steady pounding beneath your ribs going a flutter as a cold palm encased your shoulder. " Your majesty. " The soothing purr of his title escaping your pursed lips earned a snarl from the enraged king.

" What do you think you are doing?! " His grip upon your exposed shoulder tightening, the opposite hand quick to encase your chin with a tight squeeze. The ice-cold fingers dug into your cheeks, sending a familiar heat throughout your body and forcing a whimper out from the back of your throat.

The remaining light within his eyes evaporated at the pathetic sound, a sound he had yearned to hear again from the last moment it left your heavenly lips. 

" I -" The first syllable came out a high-pitched squeak as the chill of his hand lowered and now rested snuggly upon the smooth stones that laid upon your neck, the stones  he  gifted you. "I was simply holding a conversation before returning to my chambers,  your majesty ." 

" A conversation? " His voice dripped with amusement as the corners of his lips curved upwards into a knowing grin, the pressure against your neck easing for a moment. 

"The one where you said  fuck his majesty ?!" The thump of your heavy furs falling onto the wood floor accompanied his booming rage throughout the silent halls, the chill of the same marble you once admired embracing your back as his grip tightened around your throat.

A soft chuckle escaped the back of his throat as he felt your pulse quicken within his grasp, a faint glimmer of fear that flashed in the back of your eyes as your own words rang within your skull.  

"You would like that, wouldn't you,  you  pathetic slut ? " He breathed into your neck. The sweet metallic scent of what lingered beneath your soft skin, taunting him more than your foolish actions towards the pathetic guard. "To be stuffed full of cock, on display for anyone to watch what a  pathetic  slut you are." The hiss of his words made your eyes mindlessly loop around your skull,  another empty threat, or  was it?

The pressure upon your neck tightened, the cold backings of the gems pressing further into your neck, the air within your lungs emptying with an audible gasp. "Wouldn't you,  slut ?" The blurred hue of your head was a quick reply to the snarl that echoed throughout his kingdom.

Though the pressure upon your neck was close to overwhelming, the faint pressure upon your shoulder eased as his cold fingers began to trail down the exposed flesh of your arms onto the silk that shielded your heavenly frame from the hungry eyes before you.

"Either you answer now,  pet , or it will be your screams answering for you.  Your choice. " Your plump lips barely had the chance to part before you felt the soft glide of your skirts shifting. Any hope of speaking a single word died upon your tongue the moment you felt the chilling glide of slender fingers caressing your dampened inner thighs.

The ice-cold tips of his fingers a breath away from the aching heat of your cunt, any breath that could reach your lungs halting within the back of your throat as you waited for that heavenly stretch and pressure to enter you.  And it  finally  did .

The  freezing  stretch within your warm cunt sent a shiver down your spine, the weight of your head falling back against the chilled marble behind you exposing more of your neck to his equally cold glare.

The lids of your gemstone-colored eyes fluttered shut as the cold burn delved further into your dampened cunt, his slender fingers hooking upwards within your walls, earning a pleased groan from his thin lips.

His frozen gaze began to thaw as the warmth of your cunt continued to heat his fingers, his eyes rapidly shifting between the glorious sight of his fingers glistening as they slid out of you and the flesh you further exposed amongst your pleasure. The sweet metallic scent filled the air alongside the squelching melody caused by his majesty's fingers roaming your aching cunt.

" Such a  good  slut ," He purred; the slow glide of his slender fingers backing out of your cunt allowed for a soft whimper to slip out of your parted lips. “and you want to be a good slut for me.  Don't you? " "Always, sir, just please- Fuck! " Any chance to plead for pleasure disappeared as the heavenly cold pressure within you returned, the once achingly slow pace replaced with the burning rush of his fingers sliding inside of you with ease. 

A pleased gasp escaped your mouth as the corners of your plump lips began to curve upwards as your elven lover continued the steady movements within your drenched core. Though the lids of your eyes remained shut, they began to tilt towards the back of your skull as the cold flesh curved upwards inside of you, softly grazing over that sensitive spot deep within you.

The thick heat within the air came to a halt as a sudden creak of covered feet shifting accompanied the squelching and stifled moans that danced within the heavy air. " Stay! " His harsh voice boomed alongside the slap of his palm against your bare cunt, his cold fingers slamming deep into  that  spot, sending a spark of electricity throughout your body. 

The worrisome pair of emerald eyes quickly darting between the heavenly sight and the enraged gaze of his king. How your hair fell upon your face, the sheen of sweat that formed upon your forehead, the way your chest rose and fell with each pleasurable thrust within you, the way your plump lips parted as if pleading for his to grace them, and the heavenly sight of your drenched cunt taking his fingers with ease. 

A view he had often dreamt of but with himself replacing the king, one he attempted to convince himself he did not enjoy as much as he did. But the growing tent within the restraints of his pants told a different tale than the one his fear-ridden gaze gave.

"You have yet to be dismissed so,  stay ," The king paused, his fingers ramming into your cunt yet again, allowing a loud moan to grace the tense air. "and enjoy the  show ." He scoffed at the guard, his nostrils flaring with rage as he curled his fingers into that incredible spot deep within you with a squelch. He had almost forgotten about  that damned  pest .

The rough pace of his hand grew sloppier as your prior actions scolded his mind. How the light within your eyes grew as you looked up at him, the way your fingers delicately traced each imperfection upon his muscular arms, and how your lips ghosted over his with  that  damned smile. 

Each action that repeated within his mind earned a mindless thrust from his frozen hand, small waves of electricity roaming throughout your body as the bitter air nipped at the flesh on display for all to see.

The harsh cold thrusts make a familiar knot form within the pit of your stomach and heat to burn within the flesh of your cheeks. An all too familiar yet strange feeling, though you had felt the sensation  many  times before, there was something  different  knowing a new set of eyes was watching you unravel due to your lover's actions.  And your lover could feel it too .

It was not just a change in you,  though you were as drenched as a bitch in heat , but a change within him as well. For too long had he dreamt of a day where he could prove you were  his  and  only his . The mindless chatter which spread throughout his subjects upon your beauty had quickly grown tiresome to the selfish king, though he adored having you worshiped;  he  was the only one that could fully  worship  you and  how he got to  prove it now .

Each rough thrust of his slender fingers earned a desperate whine slipping out of your soft lips, a familiar tingle spreading up from the very tips of your toes throughout your body as he continued to manipulate your inner walls with ease. His grip upon your neck loosened ever so slightly as his thumb began to circle upon that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I forgot how  pretty  you look when I pleasure you." He purred into the crook of your neck. The speed within your chest began to quicken at the soft vibrations against your neck. His lips were quick to latch around an inch of flesh; his thumb quickened the sloppy pattern upon your clit as his fingers continued to delve within you.

Your toes began to curl at the familiar electric tingle that spread throughout every atom of your being, the sound of their breaths fading away into static as you firmly grasped at his wrist. The cool flesh within the heat of your palm was the only sensation that weighed you down into reality as everything began to fade away.

All seemed right within the world as you zoned in on the thrusting sensation within you: how your walls stretched around his fingers with ease, the cooling burn which caused your body to start to tremble, and the symphonic slap of the small of his flesh meeting yours until it suddenly stalled. The chilling slide of his fingers exiting your desperate cunt made you sigh with annoyance, the lids of your gemstone-colored eyes flying open when the symphonic slap returned.

Though this time, the slap was  different . The boom of his hand against your bare flesh echoed throughout the halls, each slap against your aching cunt harsher than the previous one. Your widened gemstone-colored eyes bore down into his mischievous sapphire ones, his face rising from your neck, leaving the faint bruise from his lips behind.

"Be a  good slut  and show us how pretty you look when you cum." The dark abyss of pleasure was quick to welcome you at the final slap of his chilled palm, every atom of your heavenly being vibrating as pathetic mewls slipped through your lips. Your body jolted forwards into the sudden soft graze of cold flesh against yours, the smooth flesh of his fingertips softly trailing the dampened skin of your inner thighs.

The faint pressure upon your neck eased, allowing the cool air to grace your lungs, your uneven breaths slowly growing steady as your weight leaned back into the chilled marble. 

What happened mere moments ago fuzzily replayed within your lust-stricken mind while their hungry pairs of eyes continued to roam your exposed body, a sight to be forever burnt into their skulls during the darkest of nights.

"It truly is a shame," The low voice began as he backed away from your trembling form, the faint click of his covered feet echoing throughout the silent halls. "you looked  so good  tonight as well." He tsked, the elven king slowly circling you like a wolf to its prey.

" What do you mean? " The words hovered on your lips for a moment before finally slipping through, a shiver running down your spine as you attempted to keep the enraged king within your line of sight. 

The tips of his cold fingers suddenly rested under your chin furthered the chill that roamed your body, a wolfish grin spreading upon his thin lips as his hypnotic gaze centered on you.

"It is far too late for explanations now.  Isn't it ,  pet ?" The venomous slap of your words being thrown back at you made your blood run cold. Your once glazed-over eyes widened with shock as your mouth began to open, lips flailing like a fish pulled fresh from the sea as syllables rose in the back of your throat, but nothing came out.

"Now, be a good slut and go to my chambers." He hummed, the faint sting of his palm coming into contact with your cheek forcing you to gulp down the bitter air. Despite the warning hiss of his voice, your body remained motionless, the endless chatter of static in your ears gaining more attention than your annoyed lover.

The mindless gaze that bore into his pale eyes added further fuel to the fire within his stomach. Though your lover adored the way that  desperate  look would spread across your  pathetic  little face,  him partly wishing that look would never leave your face , he knew that each moment you lingered was another moment  that  guard would take in your heavenly form. 

  How he wished he could  gouge his eyes out  for even thinking of looking at you .

"Unless you wish to give your little  friend  a longer performance, I suggest you get moving." The hypnotic gaze narrowed down on your trembling form, each fiber of your being screamed at you to move, yet you remained still. " NOW! "

His nostrils flared as the steady fire within his stomach began to burn ablaze, your unwavering stubbornness even under the depths of his spell raging war within him. Thoughts of shoving you onto the wooden floor and fucking you upon it growing all too tempting except for one fact,  he  was still there. Still gasping in glory at your exposed skin with his cock throbbing inside of his pants.

" Fine ." He snarled as he scooped you into his arms, tossing you over his shoulder with ease before making his steady descent down the halls. His stern gaze burned holes into the uneasy elf's skull, the pair of emerald eyes continued to mindlessly burn holes into the silk fabric that now barely kept your skin hidden from their lustful gaze.

The moment his actions had finally processed within your lust-drunken mind, the sound of your exasperated yelps began to bounce throughout the marble-adorned halls. 

Your gemstone-colored eyes pleading with each guard you gazed upon as the enraged king continued to carry you away, yet they knew better than the one you toyed with, though they would slyly look upon your exposed flesh,  none would act upon their mindless desires .

" Be quiet ." The king snarled slowly, his grip upon your lower back tightening as he stormed down the wooden stairs. The air grew heavier as you inched closer to his chambers, the blood within your veins pounding as a weary knot formed within your stomach.

The low clicks of his covered heels quickly became the only sound that bounced upon the massive wooden walls as he crept further down the stairs, the faint golden hue of fire burning within the background catching your gaze that darted from one wall to the other.

"I gave you the chance to be  good , but it appears you cannot even do that." He huffed, tossing you onto the luxurious bed, the mattress creaking slightly under the new weight. Your palms slid upon the sheets beneath you, the smooth silk and nervous sweat that had formed upon your palms forcing you to sink further back onto the plush bed.

" I- " " I do not want to hear it! " The king snapped, your words quickly swallowed down with a nervous gulp as you watched the enraged man pace throughout the massive room. Though he was furious beyond belief, he looked as stunning as ever.

The way his pale sapphire eyes narrowed as they darkened with rage, how his jaw tightened as he took another flared breath through his nose, and the way the cold air would grow burning hot as he walked by with each muscle in his body tensed. A sight you had only witnessed a handful of times before, each time leaving you yearning to take in the oddly alluring view once again.

" Strip. " The hypnotic word was quick to bring you back from your lustful daze. A word having far too much yet, too little power over you as every muscle within your form froze, your mind racing fast enough to beat his elk in a race, yet part of you still resisted it.  Resisted  him .

A resistance not due to lack of attraction,  your attraction to the mysterious being was far too evident to deny , but one out of  spite . The small voice inside of you screamed at the other who desperately begged you to follow the command, images of yourself under the godlike man flooding into your mind, yet the first voice stayed in control. 

Her anger towards the endless nights of being denied his presence, let alone the sweet release only he could bring you, competed with the pure rage that stormed within him.  And he knew it .

Each time he would wander inside of your emptied mind, he would run into  her . The damned  brat  within you who gave you the idiotic plan though he despised her for it,  he could never truly get enough of it .

She was the mischievous twinkle that flashed within your eyes as he told you not to do something, the giggle that would slip through your lips which taunted him to chase after you, and the intoxicating scent that would linger upon his robes; the mindless ghost that deepened his  thirst  for you.  His  need  for you .

The loud tear of your silk gown was quick to pull the pair of you out of your mutual daze, the crimson red fabric falling onto the floor with a faint thud as the cold air nipped at your exposed flesh. " I told you to strip. " His voice dripped with annoyance; each word emphasized as it momentarily hung onto his lips before the other.

The faint blur of a new hue of red had barely registered within the corner of your eye as your lover shoved you further onto the plush bed. Your arms tossed above your head before you could process what was happening, the smooth pressure of silk restraints dug into the delicate flesh of each wrist, the backs of your hands resting against the wooden frame.

Your ankles quickly followed behind as they were both strapped onto the matching ends of the frames with the sturdy silk ribbons, ribbons that dug into your flesh as you proceeded to twist and tug at the newfound restraints. 

"Struggling will get you nowhere,  pet ." He stated coldly, his palms lingering over your heavenly form for a mere moment before pulling away as if the heat of your flesh had burnt him.

"The more you squirm, the tighter the ribbons become." He hummed, the sight of his pale golden locks taking up your view as he strolled towards his massive oak bureau.

The pale painted with golden embellishments; swirls of gold danced around the edges as the handles shimmered with matching stones of the ones that laid upon your neck. Outside of the lush bed you now laid upon, it was the one piece of furniture that would cause your heart and stomach to flutter a little as you walked past it each morning. 

Not due to what you had done on it,  nearly every spot within the secure walls had a similar tale to his bed , but rather what  lingered  within it.

A familiar mechanical hum quickly brought your attention back onto his stoic face; the familiar sight of the rouge silicone vibrating inside of his grip made you gulp down a breath of air. Inside of the opposite hand, a thick strand of silk matched the toy in hue. Something that remained unknown to you as your sight focused on the squirming silicone.

"There are some matters that need to be attended to," He began, the faint click of his heels echoing throughout the tense air. The low hum of the vibrator grew louder with each step he took towards you, the flesh between your thighs dampening. "and you have proven that you cannot be trusted to be left alone."

The sudden contact of the smooth tip against your aching clit caused you to writhe against the restraints, your lower body briefly arching into the soothing sensation only to have it pulled away before any pleasure could form. The brief tingle within the tips of your toes subsided as your lower lip stuck out ever so slightly into a pout.

"I expect you to be good while I am away." The silk beneath you shifted ever so slightly underneath the slight weight of the vibrating silicone, the sound inching closer towards you yet moving away before it could wiggle its way into your grasp. "Though it appears that may be too much to expect from you." 

The chilled tips of his fingers gently gliding over your burning flesh sent a shiver down your spine as your line of sight was suddenly restricted by the dimmed red hue. Your eyebrows rose in confusion as the silk glid across the upper bridge of your nose, momentarily allowing you a brief peek at the stoic king who simply tightened the shield upon your face.

The chill of his cold hand gliding down your face made you writhe further against the silk restraints, the starlight gems pressing into the flesh of your neck as his chilled fingers delicately danced upon them.

"When you  finally  accepted these gems,  my  gems," He began, his voice deepening as the memory of that day replayed within his mind. The image of your shocked face had permanently burnt into his mind. 

The way your eyes widened and sparkled with excitement as waves of sheepiness splashed within the back of your gemstone eyes and how you shyly slid them back into his cold hand while offering a small smile denying his gift. The innocent action unknowingly furthered his pull towards you, h is  need  for you .  And the king always got what he wanted, after all;  who would deny the king of his rights?

"you accepted that  you are mine,  pet ." The chill of his fingertips graced the exposed flesh upon your neck before starting their trail down your revealed figure; each inch of your flesh received a kiss of his fingers as he traced each curve your heavenly form held before gliding onto the next.

The sight of your bare flesh was a glance into heaven to the otherworldly man; the steady pace of which your chest rose and fell was a glimpse of peace, serenity, and calm before the pure corruption the damned soul caused. 

Oh, how he  loved  to bask in the sight of your  corruption . 

The mechanical hum grew louder for a moment within his cold grasp; your previous actions to grasp onto the smooth silicone appeared to be for nothing as the vibrations began to fade into the distance.  Or so you thought .

The sudden faint pressure and tingling sensation of the smooth tip against your sensitive bundle of nerves forced a loud gasp to slip through your plump lips, your toes curling at the sudden pleasure as your hands now grasped tightly onto your restraints.

"We shall discuss your punishment when I return." He paused, memories of your prior  punishments  burning within the back of his mind. Those heavenly memories he would often replay in private now haunted him as thoughts of your wrongdoings began to trickle in,  damned brat .

The once low hum of the steady silicone quickly increased alongside its speed with the gentlest of clicks from his slender fingers against the soft buttons, the once unraveled knot within your stomach began to twist and tie yet again as his pale sapphire eyes bore into your bare body.

Each slight movement of your body was simultaneously heaven and hell within his lustful eyes. The part of him which desired to throw away his anger to claim you as you both had craved almost overwhelmed his mind as your toes began to curl further, the crown of your head tossed back into the silk pillows as your mouth flew open. But he stuck to his word,  damn his stubbornness.

The faint click of his covered feet steadily became softer with each moan that slipped through your plump lips; whether that was due to the volume of your voice or the quick pace of his stride, you would never know. But you were aware he was entirely gone the moment you no longer felt the chilling caress of his stern gaze upon your heavenly flesh.

The air steadily grew heavier with each loud hum that bounced throughout the room, the melodic siren call of your moan quick to follow and dance within all the ears within the secretive kingdom.

Your mind had slowly begun to drift away from the pleasure the silicone had brought to you onto the punishments your cold lover had in mind. The corners of your agape mouth curved upwards ever so slightly as the ties within your stomach began to stir with the newfound endless possibilities.

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The symphony of your melodic moans danced within the sensitive pair of ears, the previous images of your lustful body still brunt freshly within his depraved mind.

His breath caught within the back of his throat as his emerald eyes began to dim, the restraints of his pants tightening further while he shifted his weight from one foot to another. The thought of him finally being released from his position accompanied another form of  release  in overwhelming his mind;  the things he would imagine doing to you when he was finally alone-

" Your majesty! " The familiar clink of covered feet against the creaking floor quickly pulled the lustful elf's mind back into reality, a twisted one he both despised and adored as you were within it but, you were not  his .

"Just the guard I was looking for," He began, his pale sapphire eyes burning holes within the head of fiery hues. The heavy air filled within your pathetic mewls and moans as the enraged predator continued to circle his prey. "I require your service."

The blur of the quick-moving king's hand barely caught within the lust-filled emerald eyes as he continued to circle the anxious guard, the harsh gaze of the hungry beast within slowly sizing up his competition.

Though the guard towered over him,  barely  might the king mind you , it was enough to throw further fuel within the belly of the enraged beast.  Out of all his idiotic subjects, you had to choose  him ,  the only one taller than him .

" My chambers ." The words hovered upon his curved lips for a moment as he stalled in front of the wavering guard, his face scrunching upwards ever so slightly at the thought of lingering within these damned restraints any further.

"Be there at once.  Do not disappoint me ." He continued backing away from him. The low hiss of the king's words barely had a chance to process within the other lust-filled mind as the blur of icy hair had made its way down the hall leaving the guard with nothing but curiosity and yearning for more of what he had witnessed mere moments before. 

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Remember to Not Forget Me

One Shot

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: What happens when you forget about the love of your life? Especially when the love of your life is Elvis Presley?

Warnings: Memory loss, talks of suicide, and maybe a happy ending with possible. But who's to say.

Word Count: 9.5K

Author's Notes: I got this idea from another popular author I will not name. What I will say is this. She was joking in her lustful tale about having amnesia. Then I was thinking, what if it wasn't a joke? Enjoy this bittersweet tale. If you love it, please like, comment, repost, and if you haven't yet. Follow!

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You open your eyes, and your vision is blurred. You breathe as if you're taking your first breath of life. You try sitting up in your position on the bed you lie in. As you blink yourself into reality, you notice the low fluorescent lighting and the sight buzz in the background. The windows are dimmed where you can't see the outside world.

There's a cleansing smell of bleach and alcohol, but something else hangs in the air. A fragrance or cologne. You aren't sure. You just wanna know,

"Where am I?" You whisper through your inflamed throat.

There's a man with his head on your bed. He hears you and awakens from his slumber. There's an unearthly beauty to him. His eyes are blue, and his hair is black. He has some stubble that travels from his chin to his lofty sideburns. A brilliant smile dons his face. His eyes are wet.

"Y/N, baby, you're awake. Thank you, God. You're awake." He celebrates his excitement by kisses your hand.

Tears roll down his cheeks not of sorrow but of pure joy. He tries to embrace you, but you jerk away from him. Confusing bounces between the both of you. Shock covers his ethereal face.

"Baby, what..."

"Baby?" You interrupt him, confusion surrounding your voice.

"Y/N. It's me."

"Who are you? I can't remember. I..." You say to him.

Your confession stops his heart and stills him. The tears that were once for joy are now tears of pain.

"You don't remember me?" He asks.

You shake your head, and tears fall from your eyes. These are tears for a life forgotten. Why can't you remember?

"Do you know who you are?" He asks.

"I-I-I... don't remember anything." You say.

"I have to get the doctor, but I wanna tell you this." He says, making you a cup of water.

You take the cup from and quinch your thirst. The coolness of the water soothes the burn in your throat.

"Your name is Y/N M/N Presley. I'm Elvis." He says.

"Who am I to you?" You ask, handing him the empty cup.

"Everything."

Elvis walks to the door, exiting the room. He comes back seconds later with a doctor and some nurses. They begin to start asking you a series of questions to see where your mind is.

"Good morning, dear. I'm Dr. Harvey. Can you tell me your name?" The doctor asks you, examining your hand and muscles.

"I don't know. He..." You point to Elvis, who's currently watching from the counter of the room. "He said my name is Y/N M/N Presley."

"Do you know what day it is?" Dr. Harvey asks, examining your eyes with his pen light.

"No."

"What year is it?"

"I don't know."

"How old are you?"

You shake your head, and tears fall from your eyes. You can't remember a thing.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"I can't..." You cry.

"Well, Mrs. Presley, let me be the first to inform you that you took a nasty fall outside your home. That fall caused you to hit your head pretty hard. You've been in a coma for the last two weeks. It seems the fall has caused you amnesia. Hopefully, in time, you will get all your memories back. For the next few days, we'll keep a close eye on you to see if you're ready to go home. You can have visitors too."

"Visitors?"

"Yes, family and friends." Dr. Harvey says. "Your husband's been keeping a visual over you since you got here."

"Husband?"

The doctor points at Elvis.

"The gentleman standing quietly in the corner."

You look at Elvis, and he has a slight grin on his face. The doctor extends his hand to Elvis. Elvis gives him his hand and shakes it.

"Thank you, Doc."

"It won't be long now, Mr. Presley. This is where the real work begins. Try telling her things to jog her memory. It's helps and, most importantly, be patient with her. These things take time." Dr. Harvey explains to Elvis.

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

Dr. Harvey and his colleagues leave you alone with Elvis. You two quietly stare upon one another. There's something calming about him that makes your soul feel at peace. Which at this moment is weird because you can't remember anything.

Elvis grabs his chair and pulls to your bed to be closer to you.

"You're my husband?" You ask, breaking the silence.

"Yes." He says, lightly grabbing your hand.

"How long have we been married?"

"Two years. It'll be three in August."

"What month is it now?"

"It's March."

You start to cry again. It's so frustrating not being able to remember anything.

"Baby, please don't cry."

"I'm sorry. I wish I could remember. Why can't I remember?"

"I wish I knew why you came running out the house."

"I was running? From what?"

"I don't..."

The door slams open, interrupting your conversation with Elvis. In pops a girl you don't believe you know.

"Y/N, you're up! You're up! Thank God, she's up, E." The girl says, running in and grabs your head, kissing your forehead.

"Who???" You ask.

The expression on her face goes from glad to confused.

"Elvis, what's going on?" She asks.

"She has amnesia." Elvis answered, his eyes closed from the truth of it all.

"She doesn't remember us?" She said, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Elvis shakes his head, indicating the harsh truth that you can't remember them. Elvis moves out of his chair.

"Introduce yourself. I have to make some calls. Where's Jerry?" He asks.

"In the hall with the boys." She said. "Elvis."

Elvis stops in his tracks and looks back at her. She walks to him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

"Y/N's, awake. She's going to remember us in time. We're going to take it one step at a time. Okay?"

"Okay." Elvis nods, then leaves the room.

She walks to the chair by your bedside that Elvis placed there and sits. She grabs your hand and smiles.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?" She asks. "I believe touch is supposed to help with memory."

"It's not helping. I wish I could remember you. I wish I could remember anything."

"Well, I'm Lucy. I'm your best friend. We met sometime ago. We've been best friends for years. You are Y/N. Elvis' wife. I'm your husband's best friend's wife, Jerry."

"Lucy?"

"Yes. I'm Lucy."

"Tell me something I should remember, please?"

Lucy thinks quickly. There are so many memories to choose from.

"Oh. Your wedding day. I believe it's your favorite even if you can't recall. I'll do my best to paint you a picture." Lucy said. "You had picked out this beautiful dress. I actually helped you pick it out. We stayed in that dress shop for hours until you found your perfect gown. Off the shoulder lace on top with cream satin on the bottom. You were gorgeous, and you were so excited for your big day. We had candy and white wine while we got ready. We put forget-me-nots all over the place..."

"Forget-me-nots?" You asked.

"Your favorite flowers are forget-me-nots. Very rare little wildflowers. We had to grow them. Elvis had them planted all over the place. For the wedding, we put some in your curls, and we made your bouquet out of the forget-me-nots. You were just excited to see Elvis see you. I thought you were just going to run down the aisle to him."

"So I was happy?" You ask her.

"Happy doesn't cover it. Y/N, you're over the moon. Just brimming. I'm not going to tell you too much more. I'll let Elvis tell you." Lucy pats your hand.

"What about our friendship?" You ask.

"Y/N, next to Jerry, you are the only person I trust to confine in."

"Jerry... your husband."

"Right. That's right. That's good. Your mind's strong." Lucy said, patting your hand.

You and Lucy talk about meeting in Las Vegas. How you two bonded over drinks and conversations. Lucy left out a lot of important details about Elvis, hoping he would tell you himself or you'd find out on your own.

Ten minutes later, Elvis comes in with more visitors, and they come bearing gifts of flowers and candy. No one looks familiar to you, but everyone seems friendly. An older gentleman approaches you and leans down next to your bed.

"Hey, honey. You remember me?" He asks.

You shake your head. Was the message not passed around? Were they not informed of your current dilemma? Or is everyone just hoping by you seeing their faces it may spark something?

"I'm your daddy... in-law, but I love you just as if you were my own flesh and blood. My name is Vernon."

"Vernon." You repeat.

"Yes, honey. Yes." Vernon says, grabbing your hand.

You feel the grip of his warm hand and look at his face to see if there is any familiarity about him. He has a full head of hair all gray. His features are familiar, but not because you recognize him. Vernon's smile is bright, and his eyes are a clear blue. Even past all his wrinkles, he's quite handsome. You know his eyes. Those oceanic blues.

"You have Elvis' eyes." You tell him.

"Actually, being that I'm his daddy, I would say he has my eyes."

There was some laughter that filled the room at the comments that were being made between you and Vernon.

"Hey, baby." Elvis comes over to you and hands you a small bundle of blue and white flowers.

"Theses are beautiful. Are these forget-me-nots?" You ask.

"You remember?" Elvis asks, to his shock.

"Lucy told me about them. These are really pretty."

"Y/N, are you hungry. After all, it's been two weeks," Elvis says, leaning over you.

You touch your stomach, and it feels so empty. There's a pain there where food should reside. Suddenly, you feel gas in your stomach move from the lack of nourishment.

"I think food would be good." You answer.

Everyone clears the way, and the nurse comes through the door with a large plate of different foods you aren't too familiar with. The aroma is pleasing. The scent is astonishing, yet you don't know if it's good or not. Elvis takes the large tray from the nurse, and one of the other men in the room moves the food stand table in front of you. Elvis places the food on the table.

"What is this?" You ask.

"This my love is all your favorite foods. Chicken alfredo. Fried chicken stripes with honey mustard sauce. Garden salad with Caesar dressing. Tomato sauce with grilled provolone cheese. A side of tropical fruit. Mangoes, strawberries, pineapples, and white grapes. Water and an Oreo milkshake."

"This is a lot of food." You say.

"You don't have to eat it all. Just eat something. Please, eat anything." Elvis insists, scooting your table closer to you.

You look at everyone around the room and start to feel self-conscious. Are they going to be gawking at you while you eat? Is this a show that you do for everyone?

"Can I be alone and eat? Please?" You ask.

"It's no problem, Y/N, at all. Is it?" Lucy says, looking around the room.

All the men place your flowers and candy down on the widow seal. Some things are placed on your counter. Everyone tells you goodbye and leaves the room. Lucy kisses your forehead and tells you she'll see you tomorrow. Vernon kisses your cheek and leaves you with alone with Elvis sitting on your bed.

As the door closes behind them, Elvis looks at you with a smile on his face.

"You're still here?" You ask him.

"Yes, ma'am. Par our agreement. I am here."

"What agreement?"

"For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. It's part of our vows. I meant those when I said them. I know you don't remember, but I'm damn sure gonna help you." Elvis pauses. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to curse in front of you."

"What should I eat first?" You ask.

"Hmm. Try the chicken alfredo. It's your favorite of all the dishes."

You pick up the fork and plunge it deep into the bowl of pasta. You put it inside your mouth, allowing the food to coat your tongue. The flavor sends a rush through your body like you've never ever experienced, being that you don't remember. The flavor fills your taste buds with delight and pleasure. You love it so much that you start to shovel it in your mouth.

"Whoa, whoa. Baby, slow down. We don't want you to choke." Elvis says, putting his hand over yours to slow you down.

"Sorry." You say with a mouth full of pasta. You take your time chewing and swallowing the delicious cuisine.

"You know, Y/N, I was reading up on folks with amnesia." Elvis starts to say. "One specialist says that food can trigger memories."

You blink your eyes to see if it's working, but nothing is coming to mind. You can't remember. You sigh and shake your head at Elvis.

Elvis sighs, but he won't give up that easy.

"Drink this. It's cookies and cream." Elvis points out.

You pick up the frozen cup and take a sip. Oh, how tasty this treat is. The icy beverage is sweet and creamy with cookie chunks. It coats your mouth and throat with an invigorating sugar rush. The coldness numbs a part of you, but you continue to drink.

"Y/N, slow down before you get a..."

You throw your hand on your head and groan. "Owe! My head."

"Brain freeze." Elvis says. He takes the cup from you and offers you some water. "Take it slow, Baby. The food ain't going nowhere. Swear."

The water helps the ache of the brain freeze. You sample each morsel in front of you, slowly discovering a new flavor. All fascinating and new to you. The pineapple is quite a new favorite, you think, but the milkshake is more savoring. The salad is good but not as delicious as the tomato soup with grill cheese.

You sit back and relax yourself. You are full and satisfied. Elvis looks at you the entire time.

"Elvis?"

"Yes, love?" He answers.

"What's so interesting about me that you choose to stay here? And please don't joke about agreements."

"Is it not enough to believe that I love you? Am I that much of a stranger to you?"

"Yes, I..." Tears come pouring from your eyes. "I feel so lonely. I know I'm supposed to remember, but I don't. You don't understand how terrible this is to not know."

Elvis takes your hand to comfort you, but you pull away from him.

"Baby..."

"Stop calling me that."

"Y/N, I can't possibly know what you're going through, but I want to know if you let me in. It hurts me that you don't know me. We've been through it all. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Just ask, but please don't pull away from me. I can't take that." Elvis pleas with you.

He can't lose you. You don't know how his heart dropped seeing you run out of the house to him only to fall down and hit your head. He doesn't even understand why you were running in the first place. Elvis stayed at your side the entire time.

You don't remember this part either, but Elvis loathes hospitals. His mama took her last breath in the very hospital you are currently in. Nothing good has come from the hospital as far as Elvis is concerned. You waking up made Elvis' heart beat again after two weeks lying dormant. Doctors only talking about your concussion made him depressed. He went to a dark place. As dark as the place your coma took you. He doesn't want either of you to go back there.

He thought about alternative options if you didn't make it. He could not bury you. Thinking of it made him physically sick to his stomach. In his depressed state, he wanted to sleep but hated doing that for two reasons. One, he had vivid nightmares about newspaper articles saying, "Elvis Presley died of a broken heart." Others said, "Rock N Roller died by suicide following the unexpected death of love of his life." He would never even think of it, yet it haunted his very dreams.

His other reason was he wanted to be here when you woke up. He wanted to see the honeycomb of your light brown eyes. He needed to hear your voice.

You look at him now, seeing the pain in his eyes you want to comfort him. Being around him does bring you peace. A peace that you can't comprehend or fathom. It frightens you, but you know he means well.

"Okay, Elvis. What should I know?" You ask.

"You should know you love it when I call you baby. It's your favorite nickname. I've called you that it seems like forever. Since the moment we met."

"Where did we meet?"

"We met in Las Vegas. You spilled your drink on me. It was an accident, of course, but it was the best accident to ever happen to me. To us." Elvis offers you his hand.

You slowly take his hand, feeling the calluses and rough skin. You could tell he used his hands to work. These are the hands of a working man. You grab his hand and hold it.

"What else? Tell me more, please."

"You love reading. Sometimes, at night, we read to each other until one of us falls asleep. We can talk for hours about anything and everything. You like to sing in the shower. You have a beautiful voice, but you don't like singing in front of everyone. I feel special to have been your private audience on more than one occasion."

All these things he tells you make you feel better. You seem to be a fun-loving person so full of life. How do you get back to the Y/N he knows? If you don't remember, will he still care about you?

"And I love you, Y/N Presley." Elvis says, catching your attention. "I always have loved you, and I will always love."

"What if I never remember?" You ask, tearing up again.

"Then I will make you fall in love with me all over again." Elvis kisses your hand. "Because you are worth it."

That puts a smile on your face, and your heart sings. This man is obsessed with you. You indulge in the thought. Because there's a chance you already may be falling.

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

The next few days in the hospital were crucial. They determined if you had to stay longer or got to go home. You had to muscle tests and memory tests.

They made you go to rehab for your walking. If felt good getting out of the bed. The testing to see how well you could stand on your own first. Then they made you walk. The first day was the hardest, but Elvis didn't leave your side once. He was your coach and cheerleader. He held your hand the whole time. By day four, you were a pro on the tram mill.

Lucy and Jerry came by to see you daily. Telling you stories about yourself to jog your memories but nothing helped. More visitors came by to visit and reintroduce themselves to you.

During your memory tests, the nurse declared that you had a skill to remember what was told to you. Your long-term memories were what you needed to retrieve, but it would take time. The doctor tested you for headaches and pains, making your concussion gone. There was no brain bleeding. Thank God. Elvis was glad to hear it. A sigh of relief came over him.

It was time to go home, and Elvis was thrilled to see you coming home after a grueling three weeks. Lucy came to help get you dressed for the drive home.

"Y/N, we got everything? Makeup, clothes?" Elvis asking, searching the room. Elvis did not want to come back.

"I believe so." You answered, sitting in the wheelchair.

Elvis made sure you were completely bundled up. With it being the middle of March and all.

"Let's go." Elvis said, rolling you out of the room to the car.

All the nurses lined the halls to bid you farewell. It puts a smile on your face as they all say bye to you. You catch a few eyeing Elvis, but you aren't sure why. You just assumed that it's because he's handsome. They must sense his magnetism and his kindness. Elvis wasn't supposed to stay past visiting hours but somehow managed it. You didn't dwell on it too much. You were glad to have him around to catch you up on life even if you didn't remember.

As you roll out the hospital, you see a big black car waiting for you.

"Elvis, who's car is that?" You ask.

"It's ours."

The wind started to pick up, and you get out of the wheelchair heading for the car. You slide into the warm car and feel the instant comfort. You can tell the difference between the heat inside the car and the cold on the outside.

Elvis slides in next to you and shuts the door. You try to get familiar with your space. You sit in a bewildered amazement at the vehicle.

"Alright, Lamar. To Graceland." Elvis directs.

"You got it, boss." Lamar says from the drivers seat.

"Graceland?"

Elvis looks at you, a smile on his donning his lips. "Home." He whispers.

"Home." You repeat.

You aren't truly familiar with the place, but the work has a meaning behind it altogether. A peace of some sort. You consider whatever that peace may be as you sit back and look at the window, the outside world passing you by.

The car ride home is silent. You had things on your mind that you couldn't speak aloud such as,

Is my husband a con man or a mob boss? This Memphis Mafia thing is a bit much.

As you approach the gates of Graceland, you see a crowd of people surrounding the entrance. As soon as the crowd spots the limo, they start to scream and shout.

Elvis, Elvis, Elvis!

Girls all over the car. They are kind enough to let the car pass through the gates, but you still hear them screaming and shouting for Elvis.

"What's going on?" You ask, getting as far away from the door as possible.

Elvis grabs onto you as you scoot close to him.

"It's alright, darlin'. They won't hurt you." You whispers to reassure you of your safety.

"Who are they?"

"They're... fans."

"Fans? Of who?"

"Of me."

You look out the window as you go up the driveway of Graceland. The sight is breathtaking. These beautiful old trees drape the driveway to get closer to the house. The house is held up by four large pillars that guard the front door. The house itself is made from cobblestone, and the window shutters are green.

"Whoa..." is all you can manage to say.

"It is magnificent, ain't it?" Elvis whispers in your ear.

"This is your home?"

"Our. Home. Y/N. Ours."

"It's beautiful."

"You ready to go in?"

"I'm ready to get out the cold." You tell him.

The car comes to a halt by the front door. The car door opens, and Elvis scoots out first. He extends his hand to you, helping you out the car. He holds your hand tightly yet carefully as you go up the steps. Elvis pauses for a moment as if something is wrong.

"Boss, you okay?" The one they call Red asks.

Elvis looks up at Red, then back at you. He just nods his head and continues to the front door. He opens it to this luxurious home interior. Ivory carpet, royal blue curtains, crystal chandeliers, and a staircase.

"Elvis, what do you do exactly?" You ask, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"I'm in... entertainment." Elvis says, taking off your coat. "We'll talk more on that later. Are you hungry?"

The scent of food fills the air. You feel your stomach growl, and you begin to rub it. You look at Elvis and nod your head. Elvis smirks at you and leads to towards the dining room and into the kitchen.

"Ms. Mary has been cooking for you."

"Ms. Mary?"

You walk in the kitchen and see an older woman standing overthr stove cooking in a large pot. Her face is kind and pleasant. She sees you and smiles as she walks over to you.

"Welcome home, Ms. Y/N. I'm so glad you're back." She tells you.

Unlike everyone else you've met, she doesn't try to embrace you. Then you realize why. There's a chance Elvis has told her of your current condition. Why would she hug you if she knows you aren't familiar with her.

"Hello. Are you Ms. Mary?" You ask.

"Yes, I am. I'm your cook, and every once in a while, I help tiddy up the house for you and Mr. Elvis."

You look over to the pot of food nearly mesmerized from the smell and steam.

"Are you hungry, Ms. Y/N? Would you like something to eat?" Ms. Mary asked.

"I would, Ms. Mary. Yes. What... what is that you're cooking? It smells amazing."

Ms. Mary places her hand on your back and guides you over to the pot.

"This is BBQ gumbo with pulled chicken and shrimp. It's on the spicy side, but you enjoy spice most of the time. I have some sweet rolls to go along with it."

All of a sudden, you snatch one of the sweet rolls off the pan and drip it into the spicy gumbo. The flavor was overwhelmingly divine. It's spicy, but oh, so enjoyable. It warms your body. It's delicious and addictive. You can't stop eating it.

"Ms. Y/N, would you like a bowl?" Ms. Mary asks.

You forgot your manners, and a shade of blush covers your face.

"I'm sorry. Yes, please. I'd love a plate." You say covering your full mouth.

"Mr. Elvis, would you like a plate as well, sir?" She asks.

"Yes, please. We'll eat at the table, Ms. Mary." Elvis says, escorting you to the dining table.

Elvis pulls out your chair and then sits beside you at the head of the table. He slowly takes your hand. You look around the room. You look at the decor. The chandeliers. The stain glass windows and blue curtains. It's very beautiful and comforting.

"So, this is home?" You ask.

"Yes. Our house, but you're my home." Elvis says.

As he says this. Ms. Mary brings out to BBQ gumbo and the sweet rolls. Elvis thanks her and says a quick prayer still holding your hand.

"Dear God, thank you for what we are about to receive. We are truly thankful. Thank you for healing my bride and allowing her to come home after a rough three weeks. You are great, Lord. I thank you. Amen."

You look at Elvis with amazement. He's so caring and charming yet humble. It's alluring somehow.

"Hungry, baby?" Elvis asks.

"Yes," you nod your head as Elvis makes your bowl.

The gumbo warms you up from the inside out. The flavor coats mouth with chunky pieces of shrimp, rice, and vegetables. Your lips burn from the spice, but the sweet rolls measure out the flare. It's almost better than the tomato soup you had in the hospital.

"How you liking it, Y/N?" Elvis asks as he places his spoon down.

"It's great," you say, licking your lips. "So what do you do in entertainment?"

"I..." Elvis hesitates or a moment. "I-I-I sing. I play a little guitar and sometimes... I act."

"You sing? What kind of music?"

"It's a mixture of rock-n-roll, blues, country, and gospel. I really love gospel music," Elvis says, shyly looking away.

"So, is that how we met? Did you serenade me into marrying you?" You joke.

Elvis laughs at your wittiness. Something about the way he laughs warms your heart more than the gumbo. His smile is true and sincere. It makes you smile along with him. His eyes light up when he laughs. You begin to wonder if you're really that funny or if it's something else.

"No, baby. It's not how I got you to marry me. Although we did meet at one of my concerts in Vegas... kinda. It's more like a bar." Elvis says, grabbing your hand.

"Where I spilled my drink on you, right?"

Elvis smiles and nods his head.

"Yes, Y/N. That's exactly right."

"Do you remember that night? Can you tell me?" You ask, placing your hand over his other hand.

Elvis looks at your hands, touching him. It warms his heart that you touch him, and it sets his soul ablaze. It makes his Johnson perk up, but Elvis doesn't want to scare you away. He closes his eyes and tries to relax himself.

"Calm down, Little Elvis. Calm down. We have to wait just a little longer." Elvis thinks to himself.

"We..." Elvis starts to speak. "I was sitting alone. Just thinking. I-I get nervous before I perform."

"Why do you get nervous?" You ask him, seeing the worry in his eyes.

"It just bothers me. It's like... a fear of failin'. I just get so damn nervous in gonna fail. But... each and every time somebody comes along gives me the courage to get out there."

"Who was it?"

Elvis looks at you with this childlike innocent smile and says, "You."

There goes that feeling again. That electric charge passes from him to you in an instant. Your heart beats skip every other beat. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and goosebumps rise all over your skin. Your mouth goes bone dry, and you gulp. How does he have this power over you? Did it work like this when you remembered him?

"You moved the wrong way and spilled your drink over my arm. There was a sweetness and tenderness to you, I hadn't seen in anyone else," Elvis explains. "There... there was an innocence. A beauty. You had no idea who I was, and I loved that. You got to know me. The real me. The parts I don't show everybody. We... w-we made love that same night."

"Made love?" You whispered.

Elvis smiles and nods his head.

"Yes, and I knew that night you were mine. You meant to be mine," Elvis whispers as he leans his head against yours.

As he does so, you close your eyes and inhale. Still holding his hand, you open your eyes and eye his deep blue hues softly staring at you. You think you could get lost there. You realize that Elvis wants to show you his very soul.

"Come with me," Elvis beseeches you to follow him.

He stands from his chair at the table, never letting go of your hands. With his free hand, he pulls your chair out from the table, and you stand. You never drop your gaze from his eyes. It's as if Elvis has you under his spell, and you obey every movement.

Elvis leads you to the living room where his records are located.

"Let me play you something," Elvis says, placing the needle of the record player down on the album.

An unfamiliar tune starts to play. Although this tune is unfamiliar to you, you do find it quite pleasant and beautiful.

"Is this you singing, Elvis?"

Elvis looks at you and nods his head. He pulls you close to him. As he does so, he takes your hands and places them over his shoulders. First, your right arm, then your left arm. He slowly slides his hands down your arms to your shoulders and down to your waist.

"I want you to know. I'm not a dancer, but if it means I get to hold you, I'll do it," Elvis whispers as he gently sways you.

Your eyes are locked on his blue pools. They are so deep and light that you get lost in them.

"What's... this song called?" You whisper.

"It's called I Can't Help Falling in Love with You. I sung it for a film I did back in 1961."

"Of course," you smirk at him.

Elvis places his head on top of yours, and you let him sway you from side to side. You rest your head upon his shoulder. As you dance with him, you breathe in his musk, and he smells so good.

"I love you so much, Y/N." Elvis says.

You look at one another as the song ends. Look upon his ethereal face and wonder why can't you remember him. Elvis leans in to kiss you.

"Elvis, I'm tired," you say as you pull yourself away from his gaze.

"Okay. Let's go to bed then," He says, leading you upstairs.

When you reach the massive bedroom, you notice the large bed in front of you. Are you supposed to sleep here with him? What would he do if you asked to sleep elsewhere? Then you realize the bed is large enough for space to be in between you both.

"Please, Y/N," Elvis draws your attention back to him away from your thoughts. "Make yourself at home."

You quietly sit on the edge of the bed like a virgin on prom night. You're nervous and don't know Elvis' intentions. Elvis slips away into the bathroom, and you can hear the water running in the bathtub.

As he does that, you look around the room to familiarize yourself. You see a picture on the nightstand of you and Elvis kissing on another. You pick it up to examine it a little further. You look happy in his loving embrace. As if nothing could get in between you. You put the picture frame down as you notice another picture of you by a horse. You have your fingers intertwined together as you lean your back against Elvis. Elvis leans against a fence, and the majestic stallion has its head over the fence. All of you are smiling, even the horse is smiling.

"That's Rising Sun," Elvis says from the bathroom door.

"The horse's name?" You ask acknowledging him.

Elvis nods and offers you his hand. "Your bath is ready. I have your clothes here on the counter. You ready?"

You nod back at him and take his hand.

"May I bathe alone?" You ask.

"Of course. I'm just helping," Elvis says, walking you into the bathroom. "Let me know if there's anything you need," Elvis said, kissing you on the cheek.

His lips linger on your cheek long enough for you to feel just how soft they are. He walks out of the bathroom, leaving you to your devices. You place your hand over the spot where he planted his lips. Even though it was only a moment, electricity was filled.

You don't dwell on the thought too long. Although your cheek burns from the touch of him. You strip down and get in the warm water. The warmth of the water engulfs you, and you feel at ease, yet you still can't get Elvis off of your mind. Is this how it always was between you and Elvis.

You soak your body and wash yourself. You dip yourself in the water one last time and get out of the tub. You dry yourself off and dry your hair. You look into the foggy mirror but can't see your reflection. As you wipe a part of the mirror off, you see Elvis looking at you. You gasp and turn away to look at him, but he's not there. You quickly look back in the mirror to see yourself in the room alone. What just happened?

You don't dwell on what you thought you saw. You finish up in the bathroom, put your night clothes on, and head to the bedroom.

Elvis waits for you on the bed wearing nothing a towel. You gulp, and Elvis smirks at you. He knew that look even if you weren't familiar with it.

"Are you okay?" He asks, raising off of the bed. "How was your bath?"

"It was fine. Rejuvenating," You tell him.

You left out the part where you thought he was in the bathroom with you. You move past him and sit down the other side of the bed where your back faces him. You see a brush and start to pull it through your damp curls.

"Okay," Elvis says. "I'm about to take my bath."

"Okay," you say.

You hear Elvis go into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. You think about what happened in the bathroom. Are these your memories trying to break through, but you're afraid to let them?

You don't contemplate on the subject any longer. You struggle brushing your hair with all the knots in trapped within the curls. On top of that, you're angry because you can't remember who you are. You start to sob as you furiously brush through your curls.

You don't hear Elvis exit the bathroom, but he quietly comes to sit beside you in the bed.

"Baby, let me help you with that," He says, gently taking the brush away from you.

You don't fight him. You find fighting him useless when all you want is to be near him. Elvis starts to brush out the ends of your hair and work his way to the top.

"Talk to me, please. Tell me what's the matter," Elvis asks in a gentle tone.

"Why can't I remember? This is such a terrible feeling not knowing who you are," you confess, tears stream down your cheeks.

Elvis brushes through your curls, and you're at peace. It feels so good and comforting. Goosepimples raise all over your skin, and you feel your cheeks flush.

"It's okay, Y/N. I'll remind you about everything," Elvis coos. "It's funny. How'd you know that this was your side of the bed?"

"I didn't. I just saw the brush."

"I think that's muscle memory. Your body remembers, but your mind doesn't."

You turn and look at him. Elvis is so beautiful. You are captivated by him. You look deep within his eyes, and he smiles at you. You look at his lips and want that feeling you felt earlier on your cheek. That sensation. That rush. Elvis places his head against yours.

"Why do I feel this way when I'm around you?" You ask.

"What way is that?" Elvis whispers.

"It's like a need," you confess. "Elvis, tell me the truth. Was I a good person? A good wife?"

"You're an amazing person, and you're an excellent wife. You're my favorite person," he says.

He wants to kiss you. He needs to kiss you. Elvis has been without your love for nearly four weeks. Sure, when you were unconscious, he kissed you, but not having you kiss him back was like a dagger through his heart. He knows he can't rush you, so he waits for you to come to him.

You close your eyes and softly kiss his lips. Elvis melts into you so easily, like butter. He opens his mouth, praying you let him into yours. And you do. You place your arms around his neck, and Elvis smiles as you both embrace. It's as if you've completely come back to him, and he missed you.

The next second, you push him away and run to the bathroom. You start to vomit in the toilet. You don't know what this feeling is. It wasn't Elvis. You enjoyed that feeling, but sickness just randomly came over you. Elvis comes up behind you and holds your hair as you continue to vomit.

Five minutes later, Elvis has you back in bed with a cool cloth over your brow. He called downstairs for Ms. Mary to bring up some crackers and water. She did so, and you chewed through the sleeve of crackers.

"You know," Elvis starts. "I've never made a woman physically sick before."

"It wasn't you. This was random. I'm so sorry."

"I'm joking, love. I know. Maybe it was too much food for dinner?"

You shrug and say, "Maybe."

When you finally close your eyes to sleep, Elvis kisses your head and turns out your lamp. He crawls over to his side of the bed, but not too far from you. Just in case you need him. He's relieved to be back in his own bed with you by his side. He can rest well knowing you're here.

The next day, you had to get along by yourself. Elvis hated leaving you, but he was overdue for studio time.

You got dressed in a fitted dress and went through the closet to see what a normal outfit looked like. You brushed through slowly feeling the fabrics and materials. There are so many different colors and styles.

After you're done with the closet, you make your way downstairs to familiarize yourself with the house and all the workers. Ms. Mary was absent this morning. There was another in the kitchen this morning. She was kind enough to make you breakfast.

"Morning, Ms. Y/N. It's so good to see you up and about," she said. "I'm Ms. Nancy Rooks. Your morning cook."

"Morning, Ms. Nancy," you say, walking into the kitchen. "Is this for me?"

"Yes, Ms. Y/N," Ms. Nancy answered, handing you the plate of food.

You reluctantly take it, fearing that you could get sick again. You don't feel nauseous. In fact, you feel like you haven't eaten in the last twenty-four hours.

"I'm hungry, but I'm afraid to eat anything. I got sick last night."

"Ms. Mary told me. From out of nowhere. You feeling better?" Ms. Nancy asked, lightly touching your hand.

"I'm better. I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm starving," you tell her, grabbing your fork and eating the fruit off your plate.

You everything on your plate. The hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, and mixed fruit. You and Ms. Nancy speak about the daily routine around Graceland. She walks you around the house telling you about each room.

Among all the rooms in the house, you favored the jungle room most of all. You like how it faced the backyard, and you could see the grounds from the window. It was also close to the kitchen. It was a perfect setup for your day.

Lucy came over to spend the day with you and help jog your memory with some pictures that were taken.

"Here's the pictures of your wedding day. Here's the pictures when we were at the beach. Awe, you and E look so happy and in love," Lucy cooed.

You look at all these pictures and all these people you try to familiarize yourself with. It's not coming back to you at all. In fact, it's quite overwhelming. You try to focus on you in the pictures and your demeanor. You seem so happy, and so does Elvis. You can't keep your hands off one another.

"Lucy?" You ask, getting her attention. "Elvis is a good guy, right? Someone I'd run to if I was in need?"

"Yes, why do you ask?" Lucy wondered.

"I'm trying to figure out why I was running to him the day I fell."

"No one knows," Lucy admitted. "We questioned everyone in the house. Ms. Mary was here that afternoon. She said that you were happy. She said you hugged her and told her she was right. Then you ran to the door because you knew Elvis was home."

"What was she right about?" You asked out loud.

Lucy shrugs.

"Lucy, I've been feeling sick on and off all day. Last night before bed, I threw up."

"Maybe it's from the fell. The doctor said a slight concussion. Some patients experience nausea and dizziness with concussions," Lucy broke it down.

"I don't feel dizzy. I do want something else to eat."

Ms. Nancy brings you both a fresh plate of food, which you gladly indulge in.

"Y/N, slow down. The food isn't going anywhere," Lucy says.

"I'm sorry. I'm starving."

After you both finish up lunch, Lucy takes you outside to get some air. It's cool outside but not as cool as I was the day you came home. You walk along the backyard near the fence of the corral where the horses graze. You stay quiet and listen to Lucy talk about things you should remember. Dates. Places. Faces. You impress her with your knowledge of how you remember everything told to you, but it's not because you remember. It's because you've been told to remember.

You lean against the fence and watch the horses that were let out of the barn to graze for a few hours. The big stallion sees you and trots to the fence.

"Look who missed you," Lucy said, leaning against the fence to pet the horse.

You recognize this horse from one of your pictures with Elvis.

"Rising Sun? Is that you?" You ask.

"You remember?" Lucy says with wide eyes.

"Only from the pictures Elvis showed me last night," you say, petting Rising Sun. He's such a sweet horse.

"Y/N, tell me honestly," Lucy submits. "How are you?"

You look at her somberly and answer, "I'm lost." You pause to tell her all the right words so not to offend her. "I know I'm supposed to remember, but don't. I want to. It's a terrible feeling not knowing."

Lucy sheds a tear for you. She wants you to remember her and the good times you had. She really wants you to remember Elvis. He hasn't been himself since your accident.

"Lucy?"

"Yes?"

"Do Elvis and I have children? I saw that swing there between the trees," you ask, pointing to the two trees close by the house. There's a wooden swing there.

"No, not yet. Elvis put the swing there for you. You told him some of your best childhood memories with your mama were at the beach and swinging on the swings," Lucy says.

"My mama?" You ask.

You never thought about your parents, yet no one ever told you about them either. This is the first time you hear something about your mother. She never showed up at the hospital. Only Elvis and his family.

"Where is she? My mama?" You ask, looking at Lucy.

"Oh, Y/N. Your... mama passed away sometime ago. Long before you married Elvis. Long before you moved to Memphis." Lucy explained.

You feel an unexplainable grief in your heart that makes you want to cry and run away. If you weren't lost before you were now.

"My father? Is dead too?" You ask.

"You two are estranged. You don't speak of him or to him for that matter."

You can't help the tears that stream down your cheeks. For a moment, you thought your parents could unlock the questions of your past.

"Why was I..." You pause and cover your mouth. The nausea has returned, and you ran to vomit.

Lucy runs behind you to help in any way she can. You vomit once in the yard, and you manage to make it in the house for the second wave. You wash up and lie down on the sofa with a cool compress on your head. Lucy and Ms. Mary are with you keeping you company. Ms. Nancy has left for the evening.

You look around dazed and giddy. You close your eyes and listen to the voices.

You know you're the best thing that's happened to me, Y/N. I love you so much. I'm absolutely nuts about you.

I'm crazy about you too, Elvis. You're the sweetest and most fun person I've ever known. I don't want anyone else. I love you with all that I am. I can't believe you're mine.

"Darlin', wake up," Elvis whispers in your ear.

You open your eyes to Elvis sitting by you, holding your hand. You look at him and blink your eyes. Were you dreaming? Was it lust or a memory? The more you think about it, the further the dream fades away from you.

"You okay, baby?" Elvis asks you.

You nod your head and try to sit up.

"I'm fine," you tell him. "I'm just hungry."

Elvis laughs and asks Ms. Mary to make some plates of food. You try eating slower than usual. Elvis inquires about how your day went. You don't really say too much. Lucy let's Elvis know about the vomiting spells. Not trying to worry Elvis, you take his hand and reassure him you're fine.

After dinner, Lucy leaves, and you bid her farewell until tomorrow. You and Elvis go upstairs and get ready for bed.

For the next week, the days are all very similar. You're starving all the time. You get sick at least once a day. Lucy is there as a companion and confident in your times of need. You've grown to trust her very much. Between Lucy and Ms. Mary, you felt comfortable and cared for while Elvis was away.

Elvis, forever the gentleman, was able to take the end of the week off to take care of you himself. He went over pictures with you and favorite memories with you. Even though you don't remember your past memories of him, you find yourself falling deeply in love with him. You find him beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside. His soul glows brightly, and his charm is undeniable.

Your dreams invaded your every thought. You were fighting them at every moment.

When you feel sick, he's there to hold your hair and care for you.

"What is wrong with me?" You ask.

"I'd like to know myself," Elvis says, lightly dabbing your head with a damp cloth. "This has been going on for too long, Y/N. I think you need to see a doctor."

"No, Elvis. Please. I don't want to go back to the hospital."

"I'll have a doctor come out here to see you. I promise," Elvis says, kissing your forehead.

As he presses his lips to your head, you feel a jolt of electricity go through you.

"I'll leave you alone and go call our family doctor." Elvis leaves you in the bathroom to clean yourself up.

You sit on the floor and think about everything that you've been going through. It's all overwhelming, and you don't believe you can take any more bad news.

You look over and see a small white stick concealed between the toilet and the trash can. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you move closer to pick it off the floor. As you examine it, you notice there are two small pink lines.

"What does this mean? What is this?" You ask yourself.

Then, like a freight train, it hits you.

About four weeks ago

You lean against the sink and tap your foot impatiently against the floor. These next few moments could make or break you. These next moments could change your life. The last three days, you have been extra hungry, your feet swelled, and you smelled everything that came in and out the house. Not to mention, your period was two weeks late.

You spoke quietly with Ms. Mary, about your concerns. She joked and said,

"Y/N, you sound like the stork is coming to visit. Not to mention, I have been dreaming about fish the last few days," Ms. Mary laughed.

She joked, but you had a funny feeling come over you. Were you expecting Elvis' little one? You told Ms. Mary you'd be back home soon and left the house. You went to the store alone to pick up a pregnancy test. You made your way back home to take it, and here you are in the bathroom impatiently waiting for the stripes to tell you.

You go in the room and look at the clock on the nightstand. Ten minutes have passed. It's time to know. You take a deep breath before picking up the test and pray.

"God, if it be your will."

You open your eyes and see two pink lines. The excitement that rushes through you is unlike anything you've ever experienced. You're about to be a mommy, and Elvis is going to be a daddy.

You hear his car pull up to the door, and you rush to the window to confirm it's him. It's him!

You run downstairs with a smile on your face and glee in your heart. Elvis will be so thrilled you think. Ms. Mary is at the bottom of the staircase and says,

"Y/N, what's gotten into you?"

You hug her as you get to the bottom of the stairs and say,

"You were right!"

You let her go and run to the door to tell Elvis your good news. It's the beginning of March in Memphis, and it's freezing outside. You run towards him and slip on the stairs, hitting your head. It happened so fast that you didn't know what hit.

Back in the present

It was like a wave of memories rushed over you. After seeing the pictures and hearing the stories, it's like you jumped in the photos themselves and lived the moments of your life again. You remembered. Tears of joy fall from your eyes.

"Elvis," whisper as you get up and go searching for him.

You go downstairs and find him on the phone in the living room. He looks at you and smiles that beautiful, warm smile you love. It lightens up your heart, and you feel as though you can float away.

You want to tell him, but you don't want to just blurt it out. So you quietly sit with him until he's done with his phone conversation.

"Thank you, Dr. Nick. We'll be waiting," Elvis said, hanging up the phone. "Hey, baby. How you feeling?" He asked you.

"Much better, yes. Thank you," you tell him.

"I just got off the phone with Dr. Nick. He said he'd be here in an hour or so."

You think to yourself that's more than enough time.

"Dr. Nick. He any good?" You ask Elvis fully aware of Dr. Nick's credentials.

"He's my personal physician. I trust him with your health."

"So, we have an hour?" You ask.

Elvis nods his head. "What have we not discussed about our lives? How can I bring you back to me?" He asked, grabbing your hand.

"Elvis," you say, leaning your head against his shoulder. "Can you tell me about our first time?"

Elvis widens his eyes as he hears the question.

"Did she really just me that question?" He thinks.

"We. Huh. We... we went up to your room. In Las Vegas. We started out slow. We talked for a bit, and you told me about your first kiss. I decided that I should give you a real kiss."

"How did you kiss me?" You ask, looking him in his his cerulean eyes.

"It was like this," Elvis says, gently touching your face.

You see him eyeing your lips in the hungry look he gives you when he's ready to devour you.

"Open your mouth a little bit," He asks.

You remember him telling you this the first time you two made love. Elvis softly presses his lips to your, slow entering his tongue in your mouth. You light place your hands on his cheeks, kissing him back. It was sweet and gentle, just like the first time.

"Whoa..." Is all you can mustar up. "What else happened?"

"Well, I kissed you from head to toe."

"Show me. Please."

Elvis smiles because he's missed you in that way so much. He takes you upstairs to the bedroom and shows you exactly how he made love to you the first time. How fun it was and how you both didn't have to rush. You remember how he took care of you.

You're pregnant, so all your senses are heightened. To feel him inside you over stimulates your very being. Your core burns as you pulsate around him as he rocks in you. Elvis places his head between your neck and shoulder. He moans as you both cum together in the most passionate way. He kisses you softly on your neck and face as he rolls you both on your side.

"Oh, Elvis," you sigh with pure pleasure.

"I missed this," Elvis whispers. "I missed having you in my arms, baby."

"You left something out, didn't you?" You tease him.

"What? What do you mean?"

You look at him with a smirk on your face. "Elvis Aaron, you left out the part where I asked you to stay."

Elvis smiles at you and realizes you remember. After four weeks of being without you, he has you back. A tear escapes his eye, and he pulls you in closer.

"Y/N, baby, you remember?" He whispers.

"Yes, my love, I do. I remember everything. I even remember why I ran outside the day I fell. I was going to tell you..." You pause.

"Tell me what?" Elvis asks, anticipation fills his heart.

"We're gonna have a little rockstar in about nine months."

Elvis eyes widen, and the expression that covers his face is pure bliss.

"Y/N, are you telling me..."

"I'm pregnant, Elvis. We're gonna a baby."

"A baby? Ours?" Elvis says this and starts to laugh.

He embraces you and kisses your face. This is the beginning of something great. A piece of Elvis and a piece of you in the world. You already know how much you love your baby. You can't forget that.

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Rindou's the fucking type to act all hot shit when you ogle at his tattoos -- only for him to fucking lose it when you start grazing over them lightly 😋

cw: lemon, suggestive language, use of the nickname mama and princess.

oh, absolutely.

rindou has trouble letting his walls down around other people, even you. he feels like he has to keep up the whole intimidating bad boy exterior, even when it's just the two of you alone like this.

you know his weak spot, though.

he had you pinned into his bed, arms thrown around his shoulders -- hands tangled in his soft, blond hair while he kissed you like his life depended on it. His lips were gentle, soft, reassuring. The way he slipped his tongue into your mouth with a quiet groan, however, was the opposite.

you shuddered, freeing one of your hands from his hair while the other tugged at the strands in your grasp. you pulled away from the kiss to look at him -- your beautiful boy, your roman statue, your eros.

your eyes trailed down his muscular arms, down his toned, scarred chest. they followed the intricate swirls and spikes of ink that covered half of his body, his being. you hummed quietly, letting your fingers ghost over the tattoo, over his abs.

"you're so pretty," you remarked breathlessly. "you know that?"

rindou peered down at you with wide eyes. you could practically see the gears turning in his head, the rolodex of witty retorts in his mind failing for a brief moment as he struggled to reply. finally, he averted his gaze.

and he was fucking blushing.

you traced your thumb over the spiral that dipped down into his sweats -- where your hand bumped the conspicuous tent in his black sweatpants. you followed the pattern up, over the six bumps that defined his abdomen, the ink that licked up the side of his v-line.

rindou shuddered, pink lips parting to release a trembling breath.

he was normally so quiet in bed. but you? you made him fold. you knew all of his weak points.

"you okay, papa?" you asked teasingly, following the slope of his tattoo up to his chest. "you want me?"

"fuck, baby," he breathed through a grin. "don't call me that."

"or what?" you raised a brow. you dropped your hand to the prominent bulge in his pants, cupping it softly.

rindou whimpered quietly. the action seemed to catch even him off guard.

"all this..." you trailed off, drawing mindless shapes over his bulge. "for me, right? all mine?"

rindou didn't answer. he bit his lip instead, doing his best not to whine like some sort of dog. shit, you knew how to work him over.

"say it," you reiterated, squeezing him through the fabric off his sweats.

"yours," rindou panted. "fuck, 'm yours, princess."

he couldn't help it. your touch made him lose his shit every single fuckin' time.

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[ayatomic]

✿ CHERRY PIE ! ( WILL YOU BE MINE ? )

pairings: arlecchino + sub fem reader.

notes: i literally cannot stop thinking about them, hopefully this gets the nastiness out of my system omg. + this switches between she and they pronouns for arlecchino !

warnings: naive reader, manipulation, violence (punching), bruises, branding, fingering, pussy slapping, name calling, potential dubcon depending on how it's read.

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she likes her women dumb and vulnerable. if they're not? she'll break them down and beat them into becoming the perfect little princess that she desires.

the harbinger's favorite activity is to rid you of your clothes, bind your wrists, and secure them up above you, whilst you're nothing more than a lamb to a slaughter. they begin with lighter jabs and punches, admiring the way her knuckles decorate your perfect skin with hues of black and blue. the real sting came from her signet ring, adorned with her harbinger sigil — the cool metal branded your skin as her own, filling her with a rush of possessiveness as she used her darling over and over again.

as tears grace your lashline, arlecchino merely mocks you, calling you pathetic for not being able to take a little bit of pain. you're so weak, so stupid. of course you need a big, strong partner to take care of you. if they were to throw you out onto the cold streets of sneznaya, what would happen to a naive soul such as yourself?

by the end of the session, you're covered in a layer of sweat. your chest, stomach, and thighs are littered with her marks and the imprints of her ring. as arlecchino unties your binds, she cups your face, sudden tender disposition heavily contrasting that prior. they coo over you, praising you for being her pretty baby and reminding you how helpless you would be without her — besides, you were helping her get stronger, right? and you wanted your big scary girlfriend to take care of you, didn't you?

and by the looks of things. . . you enjoyed your lover's unconventional methods. her soft fingers traced a gentle line across your sternum and further south, eventually landing just above your bare cunt. touches became light, guiding you into a false sense of security before. . . slap ! the flattened palm of her hand collided with your drooling pussy, sending a wave akin to electro energy shooting up your spine. sobs filled the room, only comparable to the lewd sounds of arlecchino's fingers beginning to pound into your fluttering hole. the kind words only moments before were replaced by more filth, berating you for getting off to her causing you immense pain and being such a spineless slut that you needed a harbinger to take care of you. yet, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[garoujo]

Sorry to ask, but any writing tips? Thank you for your writing, it truly is inspiring!

omg don’t be sorry i don’t mind these question at all i promise ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ the way i write personally is to line out the scene in my head / dialogue first ! so if i’ve come up with a particular scene that inspires me, i’d write that first and then work around it cause i find that’s easier than writing beginning to end. most of my thirsts specifically are written based of a specific line of dialogue that i just expand on!

i also focus a lot more on feelings / emotions / reactions when i write rather than other stuff,, just cause i feel like it’s easier to feel immersed in a fic that way + it helps to get across what the relationship is like between characters but that’s rly just me ♡ but just make sure you’re happy w what you’re writing + writing for you !! it’s a lot easier to enjoy someone’s writing when u know the author enjoyed writing it also < 3 !!