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memphisflash · 16 days

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,9K

Summary: Visiting your sister and her boyfriend in Hawaii, you find yourself falling harder and deeper for your brother-in-law. And it seems like Elvis can't resist you either...

Warnings: club singer!elvis, mentions of/infidelity, arguing, lil bit of angst, strong language, alcohol consumption, reader pining over Elvis, reader being in love with her sister's boyfriend, mention of reader being slim, smut; unprotected sex, penetration, oral (f. receiving), size kink-ish.

A/N: This used to be a piece of writing called "Little Sister" I wrote a long time ago on my old account, but I changed a few things (mostly in the smutty part) and wanted to share it again. Was inspired by a very nsfw gif I saw (seriously, don't look at the gif that's linked if there's people around you) and I couldn't stop thinking about it, so here we are. ;) There's more to it than the summary entails, and beware of the shitty written ending because y'all know I hate writing endings.

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Your heart was racing as you were dragging your suitcase along through the airport of Honolulu.

Finally your parents had allowed you to visit your older sister who lived and worked in Hawaii during your four weeks of summer holidays and you were beyond excited.

Excited to leave the stress of deadlines and annoying frat boys behind and settle in a new environment for a few weeks.

The fact that you would be seeing Elvis Presley, your brother in law, again certainly had nothing to do with the excitement you felt tingling in your stomach. At least, that’s what you told yourself and the longer you’d deny your feelings toward him, the more you’d start to believe your own lies.

That was until you were face to face with him again─it was much easier to hide your feelings toward him from a different state.

And the fact that you and him kissed a year ago didn’t really help your nerves to see him again either.

It happened while you were both drunk and neither of you had spoken a word about it, but it did happen and after the hangover from hell you fought off that next morning, it was all you could think about.

Luckily for you, your sister and her boyfriend moved to Hawaii not even a week later and maybe if they wouldn’t have, you would’ve never kissed him. It’s not like you thought you’d never see him again, but you just figured that your sister was too busy with her new job as a tour guide and wouldn’t invite you and your parents over until Christmas time. Seemed like Tracy missed you more than you expected, as she had basically begged you to come live with her for those few weeks of your summer break─she even managed to convince your parents to come alone.

Despite you being 20, they were still overprotective over you. Your sister was only three years older, but she had always been a bit more of a rebel, not caring that your parents weren’t too happy with her moving all the way to Hawaii with a man she had only been dating for a few weeks at that time. Apparently things between Elvis and her were still well, seeing they had passed their one year anniversary a few weeks ago.

“Welcome to Hawaii, little one,” Elvis greeted you with a wide smile on his face as you stepped out of the airport, trying to ignore the heat surrounding you as if you just stepped into a sauna.

Your heart did about ten somersaults against your ribcage and you were pretty sure your cheeks were flushed. If Elvis noticed your state of slight shock, he didn’t comment on it and instead, placed a colorful lei around your neck before he took your suitcase from you.

“Where’s Tracy? I thought she was picking me up,” you questioned curiously as you watched him open the trunk of his car to put your luggage in it. Your sister failed to tell you that her boyfriend was picking you up and to any normal person, that would’ve been fine, but you just had to fall for a guy that was already taken.

By your own sister, for crying out loud.

You had no idea how long the drive from the airport to your sisters’ apartment would be, but you were pretty sure you wouldn’t survive even five minutes alone in a car with him.

The raven haired man shut the trunk and leaned his hands on it, feigning a shocked facial expression. “I thought you liked spending time with your brother,” he grinned, making sure you knew he was playing with you but it still made heat crawl up your neck and face.

You hated when he called himself your brother─the fantasies about him that plagued your mind at night certainly weren’t meant for a brother.

“She had to run some errands to get everything ready for you,” he then said, smiling at you as he opened the door of the passengers’ seat, looking at you. You inhaled some air, though it did nothing to loosen up the tightness you felt in your chest.

If the heat of the island wasn’t going to take you out, those stupid blue eyes of his definitely were.

“Alright,” you mumbled softly, flashing him a quick smile as you got in the car, making sure not to let the smell of his cologne make your mind go places it definitely shouldn’t be going.

“How is your work going? Do you like Hawaii?” you asked as he drove away from the airport and onto the high way.

You were nervous, but you were trying your best not to let it show and make him suspicious. You didn’t want him to think you accepted Tracy’s offer to come just for him, because even though that was one of the (main) reasons, you’d rather throw yourself out of the car than to have him know that.

He looked at you for a second with a little grin on his face before he turned back to the road, his arm casually leaning on the open window frame, fingertips tapping on the wheel.

“Hawaii is amazing, can’t even imagine myself going back anymore,” he laughed softly, which made you smile softly as you looked at the view ahead of you.

You’d missed the sound of his laugh.

You could understand why he didn’t wanted to go back. You had only seen the airport and some of the scenery from the high way, but it already felt like a place that was soothing for the soul. Beautiful weather, beautiful people and gorgeous nature all around─you couldn’t wait to see more of it.

“I’m sure you will love it just as much as we do,” he says and while you just smiled and nodded, but on the inside you were screaming.

We.

Elvis and Tracy─God, you could just bust your head through the window right there and then when the word rolled off of his tongue so casually.

So naturally.

You wanted to be part of that ‘we’, of that ‘us’.

Y/N and Elvis.

Elvis and Y/N.

You wanted it so bad.

“And work… is work,” he then adds, snapping you out of your thoughts, which honestly you were grateful for. You had to get rid off those feelings you carried toward him, but he was making it so damn hard.

Why did he have to look so good with that sunkissed skin, blue eyes and dark hair?

Before you were going to start to curse God for creating Elvis Presley, you snapped yourself out of it.

“You’re a singer in one of Honolulu’s most famous clubs, there’s gotta be more to it!” you laughed, slapping his arm playfully.

As he looked at you with a grin on his face and a hint of playfulness in his eyes, you immediately regretted what you had done.

He grabbed onto your knee and squeezed it, all-in good humor, but you felt as if electricity was shooting down your spine.

“Someone did her homework,” he laughed, lingering his fingertips on your knee for longer than necessary. Bare knee, might you add, seeing you were wearing shorts.

Oh, please Y/N.. control yourself.

“I was playin’. It’s fun, it’s real fun and it pays well. I’m definitely taking you there one of these days,” he smiles as he pulled his hand back nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just almost made you moan out loud over a small touch.

You looked at his side profile, the thought of him taking you out to a club out of all places, got you making up all kinds of scenario’s in your mind.

You cleared your throat a little, tugging some hair behind your ear as casually as you could.

“Y-Yeah, that sounds fun. If Tracy hasn’t planned out all of my days here,” you said, half joking, half serious.

With her being a tour guide, you were sure she had made an entire itinerary for you. You hoped not─wanting to just go with the flow with and without her, enjoying yourself rather than feeling like you had to follow a schedule.

“She usually doesn’t come to the club because she has early shifts,” he told you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you before he looked back at the road and you chuckled softly, turning back to the gorgeous view to keep your thoughts about the gorgeous man next to you from going to very unholy places. “It’d be nice to have a familiar face cheering me on,” he said, shrugging his shoulders a little as he once again squeezed your knee.

He kept his hand there longer than before, making your skin feel like it was set on fire underneath his palm.

Once again, you just nodded and smiled.

“My baby! I can’t believe you’re here!” she exclaimed in excitement and you laughed, hugging her back just as tight.

“You’re only three years older, shut up,” you rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled back from the embrace and she grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks softly.

“Ssssh, you’re still my little baby,” she shushed you, laughing when you swatted her hands away as she took you to the kitchen, handing you a drink. When she showed you the stocked up fridge and guest bedroom she cleaned spotless especially for you, you couldn’t help but feel guilt settle in your stomach.

You mind wandered back to a year ago when you and Elvis kissed at that stupid party, not even ten minutes after Tracy left it, and part of you just wanted to blurt it out and come clean. You had always been close to your sister and you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you would become between her and her boyfriend.

A week in Hawaii went by and Tracy nor Elvis had spend any time with you. You had dinner with both of them the day you arrived, but after that you were pretty much on your own─you didn’t mind that much, seeing you loved exploring on your own just as much.

But whenever Tracy and Elvis were home at the same time, you felt some kind of weird tension between them.

You weren’t an absolute idiot and could see when your sister was hiding something from you.

As Sunday evening rolled around, your peaceful sunny vacation was interrupted by a hurricane.

And it went by the name of Elvis.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Trace! I literally saw you yesterday,” you heard Elvis yell from the living room and you froze in your spot, watching the sunset on the windowsill seat in the guest bedroom.

“You always say you’re working, working, working,” he continued and you quickly tiptoed to the record player that was playing softly on top of the dresser, interrupting Aretha Franklin mid song. You walked over to the door and pressed your ear against it, holding your breath as you shamelessly eavesdropped on your sister and her boyfriend arguing.

“I didn’t know sticking your tongue down the throat of some wall street jerk was on the list of a tour guide’s job descriptions,” he spat at her and you heard her gasp, followed by a scoff and even though you couldn’t see her, you were absolutely sure she was crossing her arms like a child right now.

She kept her mouth shut though, and Elvis continued his little rant.

“I forgave you the first time, because it was only a week after we came to Hawaii. A week, Tracy! But you’re just never gonna change, are ya?”

You could hear his voice cracking at the end, desperation lingering on the back of his tongue and you felt your stomach tightening at his words, feeling bad for him.

Your sister was a free spirit, a soul that wasn’t meant to be bound down by one person─before Elvis, she dated someone new every month, sometimes every weekend, sometimes even multiple people at the same time.

Apparently, things between her and Elvis weren’t going so well as you had thought.

“You just like the attention too much and you’ll do anything to get it, no matter who you fuckin’ hurt in the process,” he sighed deeply and still Tracy didn’t say a word. He seemed to take her silence for an answer because you heard footsteps striding down the hall and their bedroom door slamming shut. A few minutes later, you heard the same door opening again and Elvis’s annoyed voice telling Tracy he was leaving.

As he passed by the guest bedroom, you ran over to the bed and jumped down onto it, grasping one of your magazines from the bedside table to pretend you were reading it.

You’d kinda been expecting the knock but it still made your heart thump wildly in your ears. You tried to sound as casually as you could when you granted Elvis access to the room, hoping he didn’t hear the slight tremble in your voice.

“Hey, little one,” he sighed softly, walking over to the bed as you turned around and slowly sat up. You gave him a weak smile which he returned, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

“Sorry that happened. Are you okay?” you asked in a whisper, feeling a little uneasy about the fact that he was in your room alone while Tracy was in the living room.

He didn’t share the same uneasiness though, dropping the bag he had in his hand next to his feet as he ran his hands down his face.

“I will be,” he mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as he kept his face cupped in his hands. “Guess I’ve just been.. blind. Last night wasn’t the first time I’ve caught her kissing some rich stuck up dude and now that I’m thinkin’ about it, I doubt that first week in Hawaii was the first time she did somethin’ like this,” he sighed deeply, shaking his head in his hands a little.

You just sat there for a few seconds, but you couldn’t bare to see him like this.

Mad at your sister and feeling bad for Elvis, you moved to sit next to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, ignoring how good he smelled and how his body heat felt so incredibly comforting.

“Why.. did you stay with her when you knew?” you asked carefully, trying not to step on anyone’s toes here.

Rather than getting angry at you for being curious, after all he was the one who came into your room, he just shrugged and groaned deeply, letting himself fall back on your bed after you moved your arm to place a hand on his forearm.

“I don’t know,” he looked up at the ceiling, his hands resting on his chest. “I’m… I was in love,”

You busied yourself with your record player that you’d placed atop of the dresser.

Rather than looking sad or distraught about the fight she had with her boyfriend, she looked angry.

Angry that she got caught, you thought bitterly to yourself.

She ignored Elvis’ presence and looked at you, smiling softly. “I’ll be staying at a friends’ house tonight, so he doesn’t have to leave. See you tomorrow, chick.”

Blowing you a hand kiss, she turned around and grabbed her purse, leaving the apartment and making sure she slammed the door extra loud for theatrics.

You sighed deeply as you rubbed your temples a little─even though it seemed Tracy brought this upon herself, you didn’t like to see your sister in the state she was in. You were sure the fight between her and Elvis hurt her, at least a little bit, and she wasn’t really helping the situation by going out to spend the night with God knows who. Or maybe you just didn’t know your sister as well as you thought.

You also weren’t happy with the fact that she left you alone with Elvis, even though that little voice in your head was telling you to take your chance now, heart jumping for joy. You wanted to jump his bones more than anything, but the rational part of your brain stopped you, reminding you that that would even be more terrible than what Tracy had been doing behind her boyfriends’ back.

“Maybe you two just need a night apart so you can talk things out. I’m sure everything will be fine tomorrow,” you told him, trying to sound hopeful, as you sat down on the edge of your bed.

You hated saying those words.

You didn’t want things to work out between them. And you were secretly hoping, no.. praying, that Tracy was on her way to one of her boy toys right now to fuck his brains out and forget all about Elvis.

The blue eyed man on your bed let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he put his arms under his head.

“Nah uh, I’m done talkin’. I’m not some random guy she can come home to after she’s done with her little play boys,” he scrunched up his nose at his choice of words, sighing deeply.

You stayed silent for a little bit, crawling up further on the bed so you were sitting next to his head now, looking down at him.

“To be fair,” you started, pulling your legs up to wrap your arms around them. “You kinda cheated on her too,” you blurted out, not knowing where you got the courage from to make out such a bold statement.

It was the truth, though.

He kissed you while he was dating Tracy─the fact that he was drunk while doing so and they hadn’t been together for very long wasn’t an excuse.

His eyes shot open, looking up at you as you looked down at him. A soft smile spread across his face as he noticed your eyes shifting down to his lips and you quickly looked away, which made him sit up immediately.

“I told her about that night,” he said casually and you widened your eyes, your jaw almost dropping to the damn floor.

“You WHAT?!” you exclaimed in shock and he bit his tongue to try not to laugh at the shocked face expression you were wearing.

“It slipped out, alright? I just made up some lame excuse and told her I thought you were her because I was so damn drunk and she believed it,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and you gasped softly, getting up from the bed.

Rushing your hands through your hair, you paced back and forth in front of him as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

You shook your head, placing your hands on your hips as you came to a stop in front of him.

“You can say whatever you want, but I don’t regret that kiss, Y/N. She was still messin’ around with other guys at that time and I’m a jealous motherfucker,” he smirked as he leaned his hands on the bed behind him and you tried not to look down at his thighs as he manspread so shamelessly and so confidently.

“So, what? You only kissed me because you wanted revenge on my sister? Make her jealous?” you scoffed, crossing your arms tightly in front of your chest. Elvis couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought about how similar yet different you and Tracy were. “I mean, not that I care, because it didn’t mean anything.” you quickly added, looking away from him.

He raised an eyebrow and sat up a little again, reaching his hands out to place them on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

You had to bite your tongue to hold back a squeak, your body feeling like it was set aflame when you were standing in between his long legs, your knees hitting the bed.

“Now I know that’s not true, little one,” he whispered, looking up at you with that damned smirk, hands slowly moving down the fabric of the sleeping shorts you were wearing. “I think you care more than you like to admit,” he hummed and as you felt his fingertips coming into contact with your bare skin, you found the strength in yourself to swat his hands away and take a step back, inhaling a deep breath of air.

“You’re wrong, Elvis. We kissed because we were drunk and that’s it.”

“No,” he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he was up and in front of you, looking down at you with a small smirk on his face.

No matter how many steps you took backwards, you couldn’t escape him─your hands flew to the edge of the dresser that met your lower back and dug your nails into the wood nervously, ignoring how your heart beat was thumping in your ears.

“We kissed because there was somethin’ there. I felt it and I know you did too,” he stated boldly and you clenched your jaw so hard you wouldn’t be surprised it would dislocate.

All your senses were on high alert when his eyes were drawn to your lips, leaning in closer to you.

You knew his words were true.

There was something, a pull that always drew you closer to him and him to you.

The day Tracy brought him back to the house for dinner with your parents you were already laughing and joking with him. At first, you thought it was just innocent, as did he. Until feelings started to grow, until that damned kiss.

He knew that he wasn’t any better than Tracy in this moment, but now that he was so close to you that he could smell the scent of your shampoo and feel the warmth radiating off of your body, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

A soft gasp left your mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours and he could feel you freeze for a second, until he slid his tongue across your lower lip. You were quick to grant him the access he wanted and deepened the kiss, your arms flying around his neck. He groaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hand pressed against your back to push you up against his chest.

Even though you were wearing your panties and shorts, your body immediately responded to him─getting so lost in his kiss, your hips started moving slowly, arousal growing as you grinded yourself on his knee. His hands moved to your hips, holding you down onto him firmly as he helped your movements along, groaning deeply in your mouth. You gasped softly and pulled from the kiss, eyes slowly fluttering open.

As he looked at you with a soft grin tugging at his lips, blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of arousal and mischievous, you suddenly realised what you were doing, and with who, and quickly placed your hands against his shoulders, pushing him off of you.

“I can’t… W-we can’t do this, Elvis,” you breathed out in shock, rushing a hand through your hair as you pushed yourself to stand straight, not giving him a chance to speak as you ran out of the room.

You slipped into your shoes by the door, grasping your denim jacket before you left the apartment in a hurry─you had absolutely no idea where you were going, but you needed some time alone.

Time away from Elvis and his abilities to only make you fall for him harder than you should’ve in the first place.

Another week had passed and you hadn’t seen Elvis since that night.

He was gone by the time you came back to the apartment and every time he’d come by to pick up his things, you’d hide out on the balcony with some of Tracy’s friends that seemed to be coming over to hang out more and more, or you were out and about, exploring Honolulu.

You still had not told Tracy about what happened and you also hadn’t talked to her about the fact that she did know about you and Elvis kissing back at home. She also did not mention it and you couldn’t help but feel awkward whenever you were alone with her.

You felt like you were walking on egg shells 24/7.

Your sister either didn’t feel it herself or didn’t comment on it and continued as she always did─she didn’t seem as bothered by the break up as she should, filling up any voids with those ‘wall street jerks’ as Elvis had called them.

Rich, preppy guys that came from New York to Hawaii for business, but were too busy with pleasure instead.

Tracy seemed to have a thing for them, but you hated them. When Tracy arranged a date with one of them for you, you were livid at her but you knew she wouldn’t drop it until you’d say yes, so you eventually accepted just so you wouldn’t have to listen to her going on and on about how much of a great guy this one was.

The wall street guy, going by the name of David, took you to a nightclub named The Clouds. The most current famous one on the whole island, thanks to a certain dark haired blue eyed man you were definitely not ready to face any time soon.

None of your excuses worked on David and he barely listened to you, seeming adamant to get inside of the place. The whole time you were standing in line to get in you were praying to every God that was out there, that Elvis wouldn’t be working tonight.

Maybe it was his night off and he was hanging out with his friends somewhere else, or maybe he had a cold and was sick in bed.

As always, the universe didn’t listen to you and you didn’t even gave yourself a chance to look at the pretty and fancy interior of the place, your eyes glued to the man on the stage, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

His hair was perfectly slicked back, the all black suit he was wearing looking so goddamn gorgeous with that flawless sunkissed skin and bedroom eyes that had every lady in the place hanging on the edge of their seat.

You didn’t even stop your date as he slipped his hand into yours and guided you through a small crowd of dancing people, finding you two a table. While he spotted one and tugged you along, all you could do was stare at Elvis and let your knees grow weaker by the second. Tracy was nowhere on your mind and David sure as hell wasn’t either─until the blonde man snapped you out of it by pulling your chair out and releasing your hand. You looked at him with a confused look on your face, reality slowly creeping its way back in.

“He’s pretty good, isn’t he?” He yelled over the music as you both were seated, pointing a casual thumb Elvis’ way on the stage.

You flashed him a quick smile and nodded, thanking the Heavens when a waitress swung by your table to take your order.

You ordered the strongest cocktail on the menu and tried to engage in conversation with the man in front of you, but the fact that the man you actually loved was catching the attention of all those beautiful girls on the dance floor and David only talked about numbers and money didn’t help to make this evening at least somewhat eventful at all.

You were bored out of your mind, so you decided to seek comfort in your trusty new friend for the evening─your fourth martini.

The slight buzz helped you to forget David’s stories as soon as he finished telling them and even though the man could see you weren’t having a good time, he wasn’t going to give up.

His big ego wouldn’t allow himself to have a failed date.

He grabbed your hand from across the table and you looked at him, squinting your eyes as he rubbed the back of your hand sweetly. He was talking to you─you could see his mouth moving, but your tipsy mind couldn’t make out the words he was actually saying. You bursted out in laughter, thinking it was the most hilarious thing ever and when the waitress came by again, you immediately ordered another round, not caring about David’s protest.

Elvis’ performance was done and when you noticed him hopping off of the stage and making his way to the bar, you looked at David and grabbed your clutch from the table, pointing a finger at him – not even knowing the reason for doing so. He reached his hands out to you when you swayed on your feet, ready to catch you.

It looked as if you were going to say something, but then seemed to forget about it and just laughed before you stumbled away from the seat, giggling at your own antics.

“I’ll have my drink at the bar, pretty lady!” you told the waitress who was still standing by your table and she just laughed as you hooked your arm through hers, letting her guide you to the bar, leaving a flabbergasted David behind.

You frowned sassily as you looked up and at the person, letting out a scoff, even adding an eye roll for show. “I can pay for my own drinks, thank you very much,” you told the delicious piece of a human being that just paid for your drink.

Elvis chuckled softly, taking a sip of his own drink as he leaned against the bar with his body turned into your direction.

“Doesn’t look like it,” he said teasingly, watching you messily shove your dollar bills back into your clutch. You blew a strand of hair out of your face and stole a cigarette out one of the small wooden boxes that stood on the bar for the people to take, lighting it with a match.

“Don’t you have to do your little dance up there to make aaall the girls swoon over you?” you mocked, throwing a sarcastic smile his way before you took a drag from the cigarette, leaving a lipstick print behind on the bud.

You were still extremely in love with him, but the amount of alcohol in your system made you mouthy─vodka had never been your best friend.

“If I saw right, you were enjoying it too, little one,” he hummed in your ear when he took a step closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist. You had to do your best not to leap into a coughing fit, quickly blowing out the smoke from between your lips. “What are you doin’ here with that greasy piggy bank?”

You ignored the way his fingertips were caressing your side through your dress and how deliciously his thumb was pressing at the side of your boob.

You looked at him, letting out a small scoff as you raised an eyebrow. “Jealous, are we?”

“I told ya I was,” he smirked, raising both his eyebrows once tauntingly and you looked over at David, whose eyes were glued on you and Elvis.

You quickly turned back to the man next to you and raised your hand, slapping his upper arm harshly.

“You could’ve called me, you know?!” you suddenly exclaimed, annoyance lacing your tongue, as you pushed him off of you. “Or even come to meet me somewhere. Am I so easy to toy with?”

“You’re the one who keeps runnin’, beautiful,” he said with a small grin on his lips, staring you down. You didn’t look away, thanks to the liquid courage crawling through your veins, and placed your empty hand against his chest though didn’t push him away.

“What’re you gonna do when I kiss you again?” he whispered, though it was loud enough for you to hear him.

Your ears were ringing and your heart was beating so hard you were sure the bartender could hear it from where you were standing.

Your eyes traveled down to his lips and when his tongue swiped across his lower lip, you threw all caution to the wind and kissed him as if no one was watching. He took your cigarette out of your hand and placed it in one of the ash trays, wrapping his arms around you.

You had no idea what would happen if Tracy ever found out, but right now that was the last thing on your mind.

The music playing at the club and the sound of people chatting faded far away to the background as your mind filled with only Elvis, his presence and his taste.

He was just as far gone as you, trapping you in between him and the bar, not giving a damn about how obscene you two were being in public.

A loud cough seemed to snap both of you back to reality and when Elvis pulled away from your lips, you turned your head to your left and squinted your eyes a little at David, the intoxication of Elvis and the martini’s still heavy on your mind.

“Sorry, my guy. She’s just not that into you.” Elvis told the blonde male who was looking at both of you with angry eyes, growing even more annoyed when Elvis shrugged casually at his own statement. You hid your mouth behind your fingertips as you tried to hold back a laugh and David just shook his head a little, throwing some money on the bar to pay for the drinks before he turned around and left the club.

You wouldn’t even care if he’d report back to Tracy. Those were worries for later.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said, not caring how you were slurring your words a little. Elvis moved off of you a little bit to give you more space to move around as you took your drink and took a big gulp from it, handing him the glass with the last sip. He downed it in one go and put the glass back on the bar, slipping his hand into yours.

As the bartender noticed you two leaving, he jogged over to the end of the bar, yelling at Elvis how he still had another set to perform but Elvis just ignored him and pulled you through the crowd, out of the club.

You tried to keep up with him as he was running down the street, tugging you along with him as he laughed happily.

His laugh was contagious and you loved the sound of it more than anything in the world─wanted to hear it every second of the damn day.

“Where are we going?” you laughed as he was still running, knowing exactly where to go.

Even if he didn’t, you wouldn’t be worried.

You felt more than comfortable around him and you knew that he’d never let anything bad happen to you.

Your eyes fell down to where your bodies were connected by your intertwined fingers, your heart swelling as he looked over his shoulder with a bright smile on his face. Right here, in this exact moment, you felt the happiest you had ever been in your twenty years of life.

“My place,” he grinned as he stopped running, coming to a halt in front of an apartment complex right across Waikiki beach. “Well, it’s my friends’ place. I’m stayin’ with him for the time being,” he said, giving you a knowing look and you giggled softly, biting your lip as you followed him inside of the building.

He was all over you in the elevator and you were more than happy to allow it, but as the doors opened and he pulled you outside, fumbling with his key at the front door a little bit, you clung onto his arm.

“Is your friend home?”

“Nah, baby, he works as a bartender. Won’t be home until the morning,” he grinned at you, finally managing to get the key in and twist it, opening the door.

The slight nerves you felt melted away again and you pushed him against the nearest wall, throwing the door closed behind you.

You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss as your hands moved to the jacket of the suit he was wearing, opening the buttons with quick fingers before you pushed the fabric off of his shoulders. Pulling back from the kiss, you looked at him as he shrugged the jacket off, admiring how freaking good he looked in the black button up he wore underneath that jacket.

You hooked your fingers behind the fabric of his shirt where he had left the bottons open of it, ripping the shirt open completely. He gasped as he looked at you with wide surprised eyes as his buttons went flying through the entrance of the apartment but you didn’t give him the chance to make a comment on it as you ran your hands down his warm chest, nails scraping softly against his nipples.

He bit his lower lip and wrapped his large hands underneath your thighs─you took the hint and jumped, hooking your legs around his waist as he caught you with ease.

You grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily.

The both of you were too intoxicated with each other to even care about him stumbling into some things before he reached the guest bedroom where he was staying.

Your kiss got interrupted as he threw you on the bed and you looked at him, lifting your torso up a little by leaning your elbows on the bed, biting your lip as he took his ripped shirt off, letting the fabric fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes before he quickly pulled off your pumps and leaned forward, his hands sliding up your thighs and underneath your dress as you were already kissing him again─open mouthed, sloppy kisses that didn’t take long for you to trail down his jawline and neck.

You could taste his cologne on your tongue and moaned softly against his skin, hands running up through his hair, messing up the wax that he had styled it so perfectly with.

He moaned softly as you sucked on his skin while his fingers hooked underneath your panties, sliding them down and you eagerly allowed him to do so.

If this would’ve happened in your sober state, you would’ve been a lot more shy, but you had been waiting for this moment for so long.

You had been craving him for so long, you just didn’t give a damn anymore.

You spread your legs willingly, exposing yourself to him completely and he slicked back some of his hair with the palm of his hand, hungry eyes admiring your arousal that was glistening in the dim moon light that shone through the room.

The view from the bedroom was gorgeous, but right now he was only interested in the view right in front of his face.

The kisses he planted on your inner thighs, moving closer to where you needed him most, felt as if someone was keeping a lit match against your delicate skin.

You didn’t even try for one second to hold back as he placed a soft, tiny kiss right on your clit, letting out a needy whimper. You ran your hands through your hair to get some strands out of your face, not caring at all that you were messing up the updo you had perfected a few hours ago and when Elvis ran his tongue up between your wet folds, flicking at your clit once, you moaned lewdly.

He licked his lips as he lifted his head a little, grinning at you.

‘’Can’t believe I’ve been missin’ out on this for so long- you taste fuckin’ delicious,’’ he whispered teasingly, kissing your thigh once more before he leaned down in between your legs once more.

You were expecting him to tease you until the point of you losing your mind, but he had been waiting just as long for this as you had.

He went in with confidence as he ate you out like a starved man─pretty much making out with your pussy as if he hadn’t had human contact for years.

You were trying to move your hips to his rhythm, arching your back off of the bed but he trapped you by pushing you down with his hand on your lower abdomen, lips wrapping around your clit to suck on it as he looked up at you. He released your left thigh and slipped in two of his digits, making you look down at him and moan desperately as your eyes met his.

He grinned tauntingly as he stuck out his tongue, flicking it against your clit at an unholy speed as his fingers didn’t go easy on you either, pumping inside of you.

One of your hands flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in the raven locks, your other hand squeezing the sheets desperately until your knuckles turned white. Your moans were starting to become soundless, coming out in nothing other than a high pitched gasp or whine. The martini’s you had in the span of an hour or so were making your head spin, along with the orgasm that was fastly approaching.

He could tell you were close with how your walls were clenching around his fingers repeatedly, your hips desperately wanting to move away but he still had you trapped, unable for you to escape the sense of euphoria that was so close.

So close you could taste it, but before it came, he pulled away from you completely.

You gasped as you looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to protest until you saw him stand up and pull down his pants and boxershorts.

“Impatient, little one?” he grinned and you couldn’t help but shamelessly sneak a peek at his cock hitting his lower abdomen when it was freed out of the confinements of his clothing, tip red and sensitive, glistening with precum.

You bit your lip as you looked at him.

“Stop calling me that,” you said, a challenging tone on your tongue and he raised an eyebrow, following you on the bed as you pulled yourself further on it.

“What should I call you then, hmm?” he questioned back just as challenging, grinning teasingly at you as he pulled your dress over your head, throwing it to the other side of the bed. He leaned in closer to kiss your lips softly, creeping one hand behind your back─you arched a little, making it easier for him to unclasp your bra and remove it from your body as he pulled back from your lips.

“Anything but that,” you rolled your eyes, a soft blush creeping on your cheeks despite the confidence you had been feeling tonight.

He slipped his hand in between your bodies, aligning himself at your entrance, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

“What would you like to be called, Y/N?” he hummed, pushing the tip in, keeping still inside of you.

Even though it was hard for him as well, because all he wanted to do was fill you up and fuck you into the mattress, he liked teasing you.

He liked seeing that cute little pout on your lips and those hazy eyes looking at him pleadingly, while your pussy seemed eager to suck him all the way in. And it was, you were, so desperate that it made you want to jump out of your skin.

You tried to push him in deeper by wrapping your legs around his waist, pushing your ankles against his lower back but he just clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, raising a teasing eyebrow at you. “Use your words, little baby,”

The pet name he used to call you was cute, but you didn’t wanted him to see you like that anymore. You doubted he ever had though, but you hated it whenever it slipped past his lips now.

You huffed as you moved your hands up his shoulders, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Call me baby,” you whispered, trying to thrust your hips forward so you could surprise him, but it’s like he could predict every single one of your movements. He didn’t budge for one second, instead pulling out again, slipping the tip of his cock through your folds, circling against your clit. You moaned softly and looked up into his eyes, silently begging him to just fuck you already. “Call me yours,”

“You’re mine, baby,” he grunted in your ear, hips picking up their pace more and more. You had your ankles hooked behind his back now, clinging onto him desperately as he was kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Maybe they were empty promises, you had no idea, but right now you were on cloud nine.

Finally in the arms of the man you had loved so dearly in silence for so long.

“You’re all mine,” he whispered, pulling his head back to look down at you. He kissed your lips sweetly and you whined a little as it ended way too soon when he pulled back after a minute and sat back, his knees pressed into the mattress.

It only took a second for him to sink back into you.

His thrusts slowed down as he gently grabbed your thighs and spread them, watching the way his cock disappeared inside of you with every thrust forward and took some of your slick with him with every trust back. You were so gorgeous laying there on his bed, little moans that sounded like the sweetest melody leaving your mouth.

The moment felt extremely intimate, especially with how deep he was reaching, softly hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Look at that, baby,” he groaned and you followed his line of sight, moaning at the sight of his cock head bulging in your tummy. He pushed forward and kept still for a little bit, cursing softly as you caressed your hands across your lower abdomen and over the bulge.

You hadn’t slept with many guys, but you’d never experienced this before. It was either because you were slim or because Elvis’ cock was a very good size – more likely, it was probably the cause of both those things.

Elvis was mesmerized, keeping his thrusts slow but firm, eager to see your tummy bulging over and over again.

You moaned as you move your hand on top of the bulge and Elvis grinned a little, gently placing his hand atop of yours so you’d keep it there. “Mmm, baby,” he grunted, his eyes staring into yours. “Feel that? You're so tiny I fill up your entire lil’ tummy- goddamnit, honey..”

His words, the sight of his cock rearranging your insides and the feeling of having him so deep – it was all so delicious that you could barely speak.

The love you felt for this man was completely consuming you and you had no intentions to fight off those feelings anymore. To hell with everyone, you needed him and only him.

“S-So deep...” you stuttered out a moan as you removed your hand, the both of you looking at the way he was filling you up completely.

The sight was sinful, yet so intimate at the same time too. Your bodies fit together like a piece of a puzzle that had been missing all your life and perhaps it was because of the alcohol in your system that you were thinking this man’s soul had a connection to yours, but you believed it.

It sure as hell felt like it.

Elvis continued his slow pace for a little bit until he felt your eager hands roam up his arms and over his shoulders, pleading eyes staring up at him, and your pussy clamping down on his cock.

Once more you could sense that feeling of bliss approaching and he quickly picked up the pace, growling deeply. He looked down into your eyes intensely as his eyebrows knitted together in concetration, hips skilfully thrusting as he moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him desperately, keeping him trapped inside of you.

‘’Oh, f-f-uck,’’ he cursed with a grunt, teeth sinking into his lower lip for a second. ‘’I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doin' that,’’ he warned and you just grinned, being drunk on him, letting your own orgasm rip through you.

He moaned as you were sucking him in even harder during your orgasm and he thrusted harder for a few more times, before he quickly pulled out of you and grabbed onto your thighs, spurts of warm cum landing on your stomach. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, squeezing out every last drop.

His eyes were rolling into the back of his head, head thrown back as his hips stuttered pathetically, moans rolling off of his tongue. You gasped softly at the sight, breathing heavily as he fell down on the bed next to you.

The both of you laid silently for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling to catch your breath.

“Tracy is gonna kill me,” you whispered, placing a hand on your forehead.

You cringed at the thought of Tracy finding out about what happened between you and Elvis─you had no idea if you were even going to tell her, but you kind of felt like you had to.

Besides, they broke up, right?

He was a single man and she seemed to be having her own fun with the men on this island.

She’ll get over it.

Elvis turned his head into your direction and you did the same, meeting his eyes.

“What if you stay here?” he asked softly, moving a little closer to you to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“Yeah, I can stay here tonight,”

“No, not tonight,” he said, and you frowned at him curiously. “I mean, yeah ofcourse you’re stayin’ tonight, but I’m talking about here. Hawaii. With me.”

The thought of you staying behind in Hawaii sounded exciting.

Way more than exciting.

Not even thinking about the fact that your sister would be on the same island, and you had college to go back to, you were sold on the idea as soon as he suggested it.

“I guess I can take a gap year?” you suggested, turning your head back to look up at the white boring ceiling.

Your parents were most definitely going to kill you, or get a heart attack upon hearing the news, but there was nothing else in the whole wide world you wanted more.

Except for maybe the dark haired man that was hovering above you again, smiling brightly as he attacked your face with kisses.

He didn’t even have to convince you further to take this leap of faith─tonight he made you his and you never ever wanted to hand that position to anyone else.

You were more than ready for whatever Hawaii would throw at you, as long as you had Elvis by your side.

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 2 months

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02/23/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; How To Help; Rotten Tomatoes Reviews/GoggleBox; Cast & Crew Sightings; Taika; Rhys; Leslie Jones; New Watch Party: These Thems; Save OFMD UK Billboard; Transparency policy; RhysDarbyFaction; We'reWolves; Fan Spotlight; Podcasts/Youtube vids; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika

Hey all. I'm starting out with the how to help section tonight because there are some things we'd love to see happen to try and help with the renewal.

== HOW TO HELP ==

= Rotten Tomatoes Reviews =

Okay all, this is a big one. It's been brought to my attention by @bzy_hands on twitter, that there are less than 1000 reviews on rotten tomatoes for Season 2. They have an excellent point, Con DID screenshot Season 2. If you haven't already, please go over to Season 2 and review it to help get over that 1000 review mark.

Need help on how to review on RT? @lowrahh Was kind enough to make a tutorial for us, check it out on the repo: Review on Rotten Tomatoes and IMDB

== Let's Get OFMD On Gogglebox ==

Our crew-mate @queerly-autistic was kind enough to have written up a How-To on on getting OFMD on Gogglebox!

"One of the biggest things we can do to try and get Our Flag Means Death picked up by another network is keep making noise about it, and so I had a wild middle-of-the-night idea about one way we could do this: try and get the show on Gogglebox! For anyone who doesn't know, Gogglebox is an extremely popular and successful show in the UK on Channel 4, where ordinary people (and sometimes celebrities) watch and react to television shows, pop culture moments and films."

Wanna give it a go? Please check out their tutorial here!

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

==Taika!==

It's been a minute since we've seen Taika! But he's out with Rita at the Taylor Swift concert.

= Rhys Darby =

Well, even though Rhys is taking some time off until March, we still have some Cameo's coming in from prior to him closing cameos!

= Cameo 1 - Cryptids! =

Thank you to @iamadequate1 for sharing this fun little cryptid video +

Tumblr / Twitter Links

= Cameo 2 =

Our friend @blackcravatart over on twitter was kind enough to share a birthday video for her (edited for names). I don't know if it's anywhere else and I didn't get permission to download it, so I apologize I'll try to do that and get back to you if we are allowed to share it elsewhere! Cameo Video on Twitter.

= Red Dead Redemption 2: Episode 3 =

The next exciting episode of Rhys playing Red Dead is up!

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= Leslie Jones =

I really don't post enough about Leslie, who is my absolute idol. She's out doing comedy at the Hawaii Theater in Honolulu tonight with @lennymarcusnyc! Just wanted to give a shout out her way since she's a BAMF and deserves all the love.

== New Watch Party ==

Join @adoptourcrew on Friday 3/1 for a watch party of #TheseThems! Times haven't been secured quite yet but mark your calendars!

Watch Party Hashtags:

#TheseThems

#These Gems

#AdoptOurCrew

Wanna see what other watch parties are planned? Feel free to visit the repo for Watch Party Events.

== Save OFMD Billboard Campaign ==

Some of you may have noticed that there's been some suspicious pictures going up across multiple platforms regarding a billboard with the hashtag #WatchTheHorizon from our SaveOFMD Crew. There's definitely some Billboard planning in the works and the crew has provided a bit more transparency on the situation this time. All links in the images will be listed below.

Links:

SaveOFMD Crew Transparency Policy

Team HAVEN

Trans Lifeline

RainbowYOUTH

Outright International

Full Twitter Thread

== SchadenFreude ==

Just a little karma for WB.

== Rhys Darby Faction ==

So for those of you not on twitter, there was a bit of fun had with a random film poll guy who posted a poll that included Rhys Darby on Twitter.

It was found by OFMD twitter, and immediately started being retweeted, which, is how twitter works, right? His Response to this was:

So several of our OFMD Twitter group decided to OWN that lovely little name, and put together an actual hashtag #RhysDarbyFaction... and start polite menacing and trying to boost engagement for #AdoptOurCrew and #SaveOFMD Which triggered a meme factory, here's a few:

#RhysDarbyFaction is now a trending Hashtag on Twitter, and the Faction is using that to help support the #SaveOFMD and #AdoptOurCrew effort as well as spread positivity and love around Rhys Darby works. There's even a discord server if you're interested in joining: https://discord.gg/r7db78j4 There's been talks of putting together some events for a Cryptid Scavenger hunt, but in general it's just a small safe space to try and promote little guys and support the ofmd renewal effort. You don't need to join the discord to be part of the crew, just use #RhysDarbyFaction and be a polite menace/positive force!

== We're Wolves ==

So according to the #WellingtonParanormalPodcast's tiktok, it sounds like Jermaine is finally in talks for writing "We're Wolves"! A sequel to the 2014 What We Do In the Shadows movie. I know we've all been in a Vianton mood since that one Rhys Cameo, so just wanted to make sure you'd heard if you hadn't! SRC: Tiktok

== Fan Spotlight! ==

Getting close to the end of the month so gotta catch up! More collages from our friend @wnderngnomad on Twitter!

Day 23: The Cinematography

Day 4: Nat Faxon

Day 5: Vico Ortiz

Day 6: Leslie Jones

== Podcasts / Youtube Vids ==

Speaking of podcasts, checkout some podcasts from our fandom!

= Citizen Dame =

First up! @celluloidbroomcloset, has a podcast that’s called Citizen Dame. While it doesn't specifically discuss OFMD in this episode, they do discuss Taika, and you all know how much we love that man. So give it a listen and support a fellow crew-mate! Podbean Link / Patreon / Spotify

= Never Left Podcast =

Another fan-podcast I'd like to add tonight is Never Left! More podcasts and discussions on all things OFMD -- give them a listen if you feel up for it! "Welcome aboard our Safe Space Ship! Your Co-Captains, Ariana Perry and Amanda Catron, will be hosting this completely spoiled, totally unofficial, deep dive into Our Flag Means Death." Podbay / Linktr.ee

== Movies With Marty ==

Marty has a new First Watch video out! If you haven't watched Marty's vids yet, feel free to check them out! He's a hoot and is a HUGE supporter of OFMD!

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== Articles ==

What to watch on Netflix and BBC this weekend?

Keeping promises of queer representation

== Love Notes ==

Today has been a long day lovelies, and I'm out of spoons so I'm gonna take a night off from writing out love notes and spread some from someone else. Just know I'm very proud of you for everything you did today, I hope you're doing well and feeling safe. <3

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Idk if these really go together tonight, but here we go. Both of them were on tenor with no srcs? Sorry! Hope you all enjoy!

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Little Sister

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 8,5K

Warning(s): 1962!Elvis (yes that IS a warning), Elvis is not famous in thissss, mentions of cheating/cheating, reader and E are NOT!!! related (pls don’t let the title fool ya), slight age gap (6 years), slight angst(?), smut smut smut, cursing, smoking, alcohol consumption. I think that’s all, but let me know if I missed something!

Author’s note: love me some club singer!Elvis. Was listening to Little Sister today and this idea popped into my filthy brain. Also - I don’t know how it works in other places in the world lol but where I’m from we call unmarried siblings’ partners brother/sister in law as well as brother/sister, just a lil heads up.

Enjoy luvs ;)

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‘‘Little sister, don't you kiss me once or twice and say it's very nice and then you run. Little sister, don't you do what your big sister does.

Ev'ry time I see your sister; well, she's got somebody new. She's mean, and she's evil like that old Boll Weevil; guess I'll try my luck with you.’’

Your heart was racing as you were dragging your suitcase along through the airport of Honolulu. Finally your parents had allowed you to visit your older sister who lived and worked in Hawaii during your four weeks of summer holidays and you were beyond excited. Excited to leave the stress of deadlines and annoying frat boys behind and settle in a new environment for a few weeks. The fact that you would be seeing Elvis Presley, your brother in law, again certainly had nothing to do with the excitement you felt tingling in your stomach. At least, that’s what you told yourself and the longer you’d deny your feelings toward him, the more you’d start to believe your own lies. That was until you were face to face with him again─it was much easier to hide your feelings toward him from a different state.

The fact that you and him kissed a year ago didn’t really help your nerves to see him again either. It happened while you were both drunk and neither of you had spoken a word about it, but it did happen and after the hangover from hell you fought off that next morning, it was all you could think about. Luckily for you, your sister and her boyfriend moved to Hawaii not even a week later and maybe if they wouldn’t have, you would’ve never kissed him. It’s not like you thought you’d never see him again, but you just figured that your sister was too busy with her new job as a tour guide and wouldn’t invite you and your parents over until Christmas time. Seemed like Tracy missed you more than you expected, as she had basically begged you to come live with her for those few weeks of your summer break─she even managed to convince your parents to come alone. Despite you being 20, they were still overprotective over you. Your sister was only three years older, but she had always been a bit more of a rebel, not caring that your parents weren’t too happy with her moving all the way to Hawaii with a man she had only been dating for a few weeks at that time. Apparently things between Elvis and her were still well, seeing they had passed their one year anniversary a few weeks ago.

‘‘Welcome to Hawaii, little one,’’ Elvis greeted you with a wide smile on his face as you stepped out of the airport, trying to ignore the heat surrounding you as if you just stepped into a sauna. Your heart did about ten somersaults against your ribcage and you were pretty sure your cheeks were flushed. If Elvis noticed your state of slight shock, he didn’t comment on it and placed a colorful lei around your neck before he took your suitcase from you. ‘‘Where’s Tracy? I thought she was picking me up,’’ you questioned curiously as you watched him open the trunk of his car to put your luggage in it. Your sister failed to tell you that her boyfriend was picking you up and to any normal person, that would’ve been fine, but you just had to fall for a guy that was already taken. By your own sister, for crying out loud. You had no idea how long the drive from the airport to your sisters’ apartment would be, but you were pretty sure you wouldn’t survive even five minutes alone in a car with him.

He closed the trunk and leaned his hands on it, feigning a shocked facial expression. ‘‘I thought you liked spending time with your brother,’’ he grinned, making sure you knew he was playing with you but it still made heat crawl up your neck and face. You hated when he called himself your brother─you loved him so much more than that. If only he knew…

‘‘She had to run some errands to get everything ready for you,’’ he then said, smiling at you as he opened the door of the passengers’ seat, looking at you. You inhaled some air, though it did nothing to loosen up the tightness you felt in your chest. If the heat of the island wasn’t going to take you out, those stupid blue eyes of his were definitely were. ‘‘Alright,’’ you mumbled softly, flashing him a quick smile as you got in the car, making sure not to let the smell of his cologne make your mind go places it definitely shouldn’t be going.

‘‘How is your work going? Do you like Hawaii?’’ You asked as he drove away from the airport and onto the high way. You were nervous, but you were trying your best not to let it show and make him suspicious. You didn’t want him to think you accepted Tracy’s offer to come just for him, because even though that was one of the (main) reasons, you’d rather throw yourself out of the car than to have him know that. He looked at you for a second with a smile on his face before he turned back to the road, his arm casually leaning on the open window frame, fingertips tapping on the wheel. ‘‘Hawaii is amazing, can’t even imagine myself going back anymore,’’ he laughed softly, which made you smile softly as you looked at the view ahead of you. You could understand why he didn’t wanted to go back. You had only seen the airport and some of the scenery from the high way, but it already felt like a place that was soothing for the soul. Beautiful weather, beautiful people and gorgeous nature all around─you couldn’t wait to see more of it. ‘‘I’m sure you will love it just as much as we do,’’ he told you and while you just smiled and nodded, on the inside you were screaming. We. Elvis and Tracy─God, you could just bust your head through the window right there and then when the word rolled off of his tongue so casually. So naturally. You wanted to be part of that ‘we’, of that ‘us’. Y/N and Elvis. Elvis and Y/N. You wanted it so bad.

‘‘And work… is work,’’ he then said, snapping you out of your thoughts, which honestly you were grateful for. You had to get rid off those feelings you carried toward him, but he was making it so damn hard. Why did he have to look so good with that sunkissed skin, blue eyes and dark hair? Before you were going to start to curse God for creating Elvis Presley, you spoke up.

‘‘You’re a singer in one of Honolulu’s most famous clubs, there’s gotta be more to it!’’ You laughed softly, slapping his arm playfully. As he looked at you with a grin on his face and a hint of playfulness in his eyes, you immediately regretted what you had done. He grabbed onto your knee and squeezed it, all in good humor, but you felt as if electricity was shooting down your spine. ‘‘Someone did her homework,’’ he laughed, lingering his fingertips on your knee for longer than necessary. Bare knee, might you add, seeing you were wearing shorts. Oh, please Y/N.. control yourself.

‘‘I was playin’. It’s fun, it’s real fun and it pays well. I’m definitely taking you there one of these days,’’ he said as he pulled his hand back nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just made almost made you moan at the skin contact. You looked at his side profile, the thought of him taking you out to a club out of all places, got you making up all kinds of scenario’s in your mind. You cleared your throat a little, tugging some hair behind your ear as casually as you could. ‘‘Y-Yeah, that sounds fun. If Tracy hasn’t planned out all of my days here,’’ you said, half joking, half serious. With her being a tour guide, you were sure she had made an entire itinerary for you. You hoped not─wanting to just go with the flow with and without her, enjoying yourself rather than feeling like you had to follow a schedule. ‘‘She usually doesn’t come to the club because she has early shifts,’’ he told you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you before he looked back at the road and you chuckled softly, turning back to the gorgeous view to keep your thoughts about the gorgeous man next to you from going to very unholy places. ‘‘It’d be nice to have a familiar face cheering me on,’’ he said, shrugging his shoulders a little as he once again squeezed your knee. He kept his hand there longer than before, making your skin feel like it was set on fire underneath his palm. Once again, you just nodded and smiled.

When you finally stepped inside your sister and Elvis’, unfortunately, shared apartment you felt like you could breathe like a sane person again. Tracy ran out of the kitchen and into the living area Elvis took you in, engulfing you into a tight and warm embrace before you could even get out one word. ‘‘My baby! I can’t believe you’re here!’’ she exclaimed in excitement and you laughed, hugging her back just as tight.

‘‘You’re only three years older, shut up,’’ you rolled your eyes playfully as you pulled back from the embrace and she grabbed your face, squishing your face softly.

‘‘Ssssh, you’re still my little baby,’’ she shushed you, laughing when you swatted her hands away as she took you to the kitchen, handing you a drink. When she showed you the stocked up fridge and guest bedroom she cleaned spotless especially for you, you couldn’t help but feel guilt settle in your stomach. You mind wandered back to a year ago when you and Elvis kissed at that stupid party, not even ten minutes after Tracy left it, and part of you just wanted to blurt it out and come clean. You had always been close to your sister and you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you would become between her and her boyfriend.

A week in Hawaii went by and Tracy nor Elvis still hadn’t spend any time with you. You had dinner with both of them the day you arrived, but after that you were pretty much on your own─you didn’t mind that much, seeing you loved exploring on your own just as much. But whenever Tracy and Elvis were home at the same time, you felt some kind of weird tension between them. You weren’t an absolute idiot and could see when your sister was hiding something from you. As Sunday evening rolled around, your peaceful sunny vacation was interrupted by a hurricane. And it went by the name of Elvis.

‘‘Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, Trace! I literally saw you yesterday,’’ you heard Elvis yell from the living room and you froze in your spot, watching the sunset on the windowsill seat in the guest bedroom. ‘‘You always say you’re working, working, working,’’ he yelled again and you quickly tiptoed to the record player that was playing softly in the corner of the room, interrupting Aretha Franklin mid song. You walked over to the door and pressed your ear against it, holding your breath as you shamelessly eavesdropped on your sister and her boyfriend fighting.

‘‘I didn’t know sticking your tongue down the throat of some wolf of wall street jerk was on the list of a tour guide’s job descriptions,’’ he spat at her and you heard her gasp, followed by a scoff and even though you couldn’t see her, you were absolutely sure she was crossing her arms like a child right now, giving him angry stares. She kept her mouth shut though, and Elvis continued his little rant. ‘‘I forgave you the first time, because it was only a week after we came to Hawaii. A week, Tracy! But you’re just never gonna change, are ya?’’ he huffed out in desperation and you felt your stomach tightening at his words, feeling bad for him. Your sister was a free spirit, a soul that wasn’t meant to be bound down by one person─before Elvis, she dated someone new every month, sometimes every weekend, sometimes even multiple people at the same time. Apparently, things weren’t going so well as you had thought.

‘‘You just like the attention too much and you’ll do anything to get it, no matter who you fuckin’ hurt in the meanwhile,’’ he sighed deeply and still didn’t Tracy say a word. He took her silence for an answer though and just shook his head at her, striding down the hall way and toward the bedroom to pack a bag and get the hell out of here. As he passed by the guest bedroom, you ran over to the bed and jumped down onto it, grasping one of your magazines from the bedside table to pretend you were reading it.

There was a knock on the door not even ten minutes later and you tried to sound as casually as you could when you granted the person on the other side access. Your gut told you it was Elvis, but you were still slightly startled when he spoke up. ‘‘Hey, little one,’’ he sighed softly, walking over to the bed as you turned around and slowly sat up. You gave him a weak smile which he returned, sitting down on the edge of your bed. ‘‘Sorry that happened. Are you okay?’’ you asked in a whisper, feeling a little uneasy about the fact that he was in your room alone while Tracy was in the living room. He didn’t share the same uneasiness though, dropping the bag he had in his hand next to his feet as he ran his hands down his face. ‘‘I will be,’’ he mumbled, leaning his elbows on his knees as he kept his face cupped in his hands. ‘‘Guess I’ve just been.. blind. Last night wasn’t the first time I’ve caught her kissing some rich stuck up dude and now that I’m thinkin’ about it, I doubt that first week in Hawaii was the first time she did somethin’ like this,’’ he sighed deeply, shaking his head in his hands a little. You just sat there for a few seconds, but you couldn’t bare to see him like this. Mad at your sister and feeling bad for Elvis, you moved to sit next to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, ignoring how broad he was. ‘‘Why.. did you stay with her when you knew?’’ you asked carefully, trying not to step on anyone’s toes here. Rather than getting angry at you for being curious, after all he was the one who came into your room, he just shrugged and groaned deeply, letting himself fall back on your bed after you moved your arm to place a hand on his forearm.

‘‘I don’t know,’’ he looked up at the ceiling, his hands resting on his chest. ‘‘I’m… I was in love,’’

You swallowed thickly at his words, looking at the door that was wide open. You could hear Tracy moving around the living room and you quickly shot up from the bed as you heard the sound of her heels clicking down the hall way, giving her your most innocent smile as she appeared in the door opening. Rather than looking sad or distraught about the fight she had with her boyfriend, she looked angry. Angry that she got caught, you thought bitterly to yourself. She ignored Elvis’ presence and looked at you, smiling softly. ‘‘I’ll be staying at a friends’ house tonight, so he doesn’t have to leave. See you tomorrow, my baby,’’ she told you, blowing you a hand kiss before she turned around and grabbed her purse, leaving the apartment and making sure she slammed the door extra loud. You sighed deeply as you rubbed your temples a little─even though it seemed Tracy brought this upon herself, you didn’t like to see your sister in the state she was in. You were sure the fight between her and Elvis hurt her, at least a little bit, and she wasn’t really helping the situation by going out to spend the night with God knows who. Or maybe you just didn’t know your sister as well as you thought.

You also weren’t happy with the fact that she left you alone with Elvis, even though that little voice in your head was telling you to take your chance now, heart jumping for joy excitedly. You wanted to jump his bones more than anything, but the rational part of your brain stopped you, reminding you that that would even be more terrible than what Tracy had been doing behind her boyfriends’ back.

‘‘Maybe you two just need a night apart so you can talk things out. I’m sure everything will be fine tomorrow,’’ you told him, trying to sound hopeful, as you sat down on the edge of your bed. You hated saying those words. You didn’t want things to work out between them. And you were secretly hoping, no.. praying, that Tracy was on her way to one of her boy toys right now to fuck his brains out and forget all about Elvis. The blue eyed man on your bed let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he put his arms under his head. ‘‘Nah uh, I’m done talkin’. I’m not some random guy she can come home to after she’s done with her little.. sugar daddies,’’ he scrunched up his nose at his choice of words, sighing deeply. You stayed silent for a little bit, crawling up further on the bed so you were sitting next to his head now, looking down at him. ‘‘To be fair,’’ you started, pulling your legs up to wrap your arms around them. ‘‘You kinda cheated on her too,’’ you blurted out, not knowing where you got the courage from to make out such a bold statement. It was the truth, though. He kissed you while he was dating Tracy─the fact that he was drunk while doing so and they hadn’t been together for very long wasn’t an excuse. His eyes shot open, looking up at you as you looked down at him. A soft smile spread across his face as he noticed your eyes shifting down to his lips and you quickly looked away, which made him sit up immediately.

‘‘I told her about that night,’’ he said casually and you widened your eyes, your jaw almost dropping to the damn floor. ‘‘You WHAT?!’’ you exclaimed in shock and he bit his tongue to try not to laugh at the shocked face expression you were wearing. ‘‘It slipped out, alright? I just made up some lame excuse and told her I thought you were her and she believed it,’’ he said with a shrug of his shoulders and you gasped softly, getting up from the bed. Rushing your hands through your hair, you paced back and forth in front of him as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You shook your head, placing your hands on your hips as you came to a stop in front of him. ‘‘You can say whatever you want, but I don’t regret that kiss, Y/N. She was still messin’ around with other guys at that time and I’m a jealous motherfucker,’’ he smirked as he leaned his hands on the bed behind him and you tried not to look down at his thighs, manspreading so shamelessly and so confidently.

‘‘So, what? You only kissed me because you wanted revenge on my sister? Make her jealous?’’ You scoffed, crossing your arms tightly in front of your chest. Elvis couldn’t help but chuckle as he thought about how similar yet different you and Tracy were. ‘‘I mean, not that I care, because it didn’t mean anything anyways,’’ you quickly added, looking away from him.

He raised an eyebrow and sat up a little again, reaching his hands out to place them on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You had to bite your tongue to hold back a squeak, your body feeling like it was set aflame when you were standing in between his long legs, your knees hitting the bed. ‘‘Now I know that’s not true, little one,’’ he whispered, looking up at you with that damned smirk, hands slowly moving down the fabric of the loose sleeping shorts you were wearing. ‘‘I think you care more than you like to admit,’’ he hummed and as you felt his fingertips coming into contact with your bare skin, you found the strength in yourself to swat his hands away and take a step back, inhaling a deep breath of air. ‘‘You’re wrong, Elvis. We kissed because we were drunk and that’s it,’’

‘‘No,’’ he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as he was up and in front of you, looking down at you. No matter how many steps you took backwards, you couldn’t escape him─your hands flew to the edge of the dresser your back hit against and dug your nails into the wood nervously, ignoring how your heart beat was thumping in your ears. ‘‘We kissed because there was somethin’ there. I felt it and I know you did too,’’ he stated boldly and you clenched your jaw so hard you wouldn’t be surprised it would dislocate. All your senses were on high alert when his eyes were drawn to your lips, leaning in closer to you. You knew his words were true. There was something, a pull that always drew you closer to him and him to you. The day Tracy brought him back to the house for dinner with your parents you were already laughing and joking with him. At first, you thought it was just innocent, as did he. Until feelings started to grow, until that damned kiss. He knew that he wasn’t any better than Tracy in this moment, but now that he was so close to you that he could smell the scent of your shampoo and feel the warmth radiating off of your body, he couldn’t hold back anymore. A soft gasp left your mouth as he crashed his lips onto yours and he could feel you freeze for a second, until he slid his tongue across your lower lip. You were quick to grant him the access he wanted and deepened the kiss, your arms flying around his neck. He groaned softly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hand pressed against your back to push you up against his chest.

Alarm bells were going off in your head, but the butterflies that had errupted aggressively in your stomach made you ignore them. You were getting lost in his kiss, touch, scent and could barely think straight as he moved his knee between your legs, lifting it up to press against you. Even though you were wearing your panties and shorts, your body immediately responded to him─getting so lost in his kiss, your hips started moving slowly, arousal growing as you grinded yourself on his knee. His hands moved to your hips, holding you down onto him firmly as he helped your movements along, groaning deeply in your mouth. You gasped softly and pulled from the kiss, eyes slowly fluttering open. As he looked at you with a soft grin tugging at his lips, blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of arousal and mischievous, you suddenly realised what you were doing, and with who, and quickly placed your hands against his shoulders, pushing him off of you. ‘‘I can’t… W-we can’t do this, E,’’ you breathed out in shock, rushing a hand through your hair as you pushed yourself to stand straight, not giving him a chance to speak as you ran out of the room. You slipped into your shoes by the door, grasping your denim jacket before you left the apartment in a hurry─you had absolutely no idea where you were going, but you needed some time alone. Time away from Elvis and his abilities to only make you fall for him harder than you should’ve in the first place.

Another week had passed and you hadn’t seen Elvis since that night. He was gone by the time you came back to the apartment and every time he’d come by to pick up his things, you’d hide out on the balcony with some of Tracy’s friends that seemed to be coming over to hang out more and more, or you were out and about, exploring Honolulu. You still had not told Tracy about what happened and you also hadn’t talked to her about the fact that she did know about you and Elvis kissing back at home. She also did not mention it and you couldn’t help but feel awkward whenever you were alone with her. As if you were walking on egg shells. Your sister either didn’t feel it herself or didn’t comment on it and continued as she always did─she didn’t seem as bothered by the break up as she should, filling up any voids with those ‘wolf of wall street jerks’ as Elvis had called them. Rich, preppy guys that came from New York to Hawaii for business, but were too busy with pleasure instead. Tracy seemed to have a thing for them, but you hated them. When Tracy arranged a date with one of them for you, you were livid at her but you knew she wouldn’t drop it until you’d say yes, so you eventually accepted just so you wouldn’t have to listen to her going on and on about how much of a great guy this one was.

The wall street guy, going by the name of David, took you to club Butter. The most current famous one on the whole island, thanks to a certain dark haired blue eyed man you were definitely not ready to face any time soon. None of your excuses worked on David and he barely listened to you, seeming adamant to get inside of the place. The whole time you were standing in line to get in you were praying to every God, and Goddess, that Elvis wouldn’t be working tonight. Maybe it was his night off and he was hanging out with his friends somewhere else, or maybe he had a cold and was sick in bed. As always, the universe didn’t listen to you and you didn’t even gave yourself a chance to look at the pretty and fancy interior of the place, your eyes glued to the man on the stage, drawing everyone’s attention to him. His hair was perfectly slicked back, the all black suit he was wearing looking so goddamn gorgeous with that flawless sunkissed skin. You didn’t even stop your date as he slipped his hand into yours and guided you through a small crowd of dancing people, finding you two a table. While he spotted one and tugged you along, all you could do was stare at Elvis and let your knees grow weaker by the second. Tracy was nowhere on your mind and David sure as hell wasn’t either─until the blonde man snapped you out of it by pulling your chair out and releasing your hand. You looked at him with a confused look on your face, reality slowly creeping its way back in.

‘‘He’s pretty good, isn’t he?’’ He yelled over the music as you both were seated, pointing a casual thumb Elvis’ way on the stage. You flashed him a quick smile and nodded, thanking the Heavens when a waitress swung by your table to take your order. You ordered the strongest cocktail on the menu and tried to engage in conversation with the man in front of you, but the fact that the man you actually loved was catching the attention of all those beautiful girls on the dance floor and David only talked about numbers and money didn’t help to make this evening at least somewhat eventful at all. You were bored out of your mind, so you decided to seek comfort in your trusty new friend for the evening─your fourth martini. The slight buzz helped you to forget David’s stories as soon as he finished telling them and even though the man could see you weren’t having a good time, he wasn’t going to give up. His big ego wouldn’t allow himself to have a failed date. He grabbed your hand from across the table and you looked at him, squinting your eyes as he rubbed the back of your hand sweetly. He was talking to you─you could see his mouth moving, but your tipsy mind couldn’t make out the words he was actually saying. You bursted out in laughter, thinking it was the most hilarious thing ever and when the waitress came by again, you immediately ordered another round, not caring about David’s protest. Elvis’ performance was done and when you noticed him hopping off of the stage and making his way to the bar, you looked at David and grabbed your clutch from the table, pointing a finger at him. He reached his hands out to you as you stumbled slightly when you stepped away from the seat, giggling at your own antics. ‘‘I’ll have my drink at the bar, pretty lady!’’ you told the waitress who was still standing by your table and she just laughed as you hooked your arm through hers, letting her guide you to the bar, leaving a flabbergasted David behind.

The waitress left you behind at the bar for one of the bartenders to deal with you and you smiled sweetly at the man as he placed the martini you wanted in front of you. You rumbled through your clutch for a little bit, though before you could pay for your drink, you heard the bartender thanking the person who took his place next to you. You frowned sassily as you looked up and at the person, letting out a scoff, even adding an eye roll for show. ‘‘I can pay for my own drinks, thank you very much,’’ you told the delicious piece of a human being that just paid for your drink. Elvis chuckled softly, taking a sip of his own drink as he leaned against the bar with his body turned into your direction.

‘‘Didn’t look like it,’’ he said teasingly, watching you shove your dollar bills back into your clutch messily. You blew a strand of hair out of your face and stole a cigarette out one of the small wooden boxes that stood on the bar for the people to take, lighting it with a match.

‘‘Don’t you have to do your little dance up there to make aaall the girls swoon over you?’’ You commented sassily, throwing a sarcastic smile his way before you took a drag from the cigarette, leaving a lipstick print behind on the bud. You were still extremely in love with him, but the amount of alcohol in your system made you mouthy─vodka had never been your best friend.

‘‘If I saw right, you were enjoying it too, little one,’’ he hummed in your ear when he took a step closer to you, slipping his arm around your waist. You had to do your best not to leap into a coughing fit, quickly blowing out the smoke from between your lips. ‘‘What are you doin’ here with that greasy piggy bank?’’

You ignored the way his fingertips were caressing your side through your dress and how deliciously his thumb was pressing at the side of your boob. You looked at him, letting out a small scoff as you raised an eyebrow. ‘‘Jealous, are we?’’

‘‘I told ya I was,’’ he grinned, raising both his eyebrows once tauntingly and you looked over at David, whose eyes were glued on you and Elvis. You quickly turned back to the man next to you and raised your hand, slapping his upper arm harshly. ‘‘You could’ve called me, you know?!’’ You suddenly exclaimed, annoyance lacing your tongue, as you pushed him off of you. ‘‘Or even come to see me… somewhere. Am I so easy to toy with?’’

Elvis put his drink down and moved back closer to you, pulling you flush against his chest as he had turned you to face him properly. You gasped softly, your cigarette nearly dropping from between your fingertips. ‘‘You’re the one who keeps runnin’, beautiful,’’ he said with a small grin on his lips, staring you down. You didn’t look away, thanks to the liquid courage crawling through your veins, and placed your empty hand against his chest though didn’t push him away. ‘‘What’re ya gonna do when I kiss ya again?’’ he whispered, though it was loud enough for you to hear him. Your ears were ringing and your heart was beating so hard you were sure the bartender could hear it from where you were standing. Your eyes traveled down to his lips and when his tongue swiped across his lower lip, you threw all caution to the wind and kissed him as if no one was watching. He took your cigarette out of your hand and placed it in one of the ash trays, wrapping his arms around you. You had no idea what would happen if Tracy ever found out, but right now that was the last thing on your mind.

The vodka on your tongue was almost intoxicating to Elvis and he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the kiss, sucking on your lower lip as his hands moved down to your ass, squeezing the flesh through the fabric of your dress shamelessly. The music playing at the club and the sound of people chatting faded far away to the background as your mind filled with only Elvis, his presence and his taste. He was just as far gone as you, trapping you in between him and the bar, not giving a damn about how obscene you two were being in public. A loud cough seemed to snap both of you back to reality and when Elvis pulled away from your lips, you turned your head to your left and squinted your eyes a little at David, the intoxication of Elvis and the martini’s still heavy on your mind. ‘‘Sorry, my guy. She’s just not that into you,’’ Elvis told the blonde male who was looking at both of you with angry eyes, growing even more annoyed when Elvis shrugged casually at his own statement. You hid your mouth behind your fingertips as you tried to hold back a laugh and David just shook his head a little, throwing some money on the bar to pay for the drinks before he turned around and left the club. In the moment it didn’t even occur to you that he’d definitely be reporting the events of the evening back to Tracy.

‘‘Let’s get out of here,’’ you said, not caring how you were slurring your words a little. Elvis moved off of you a little bit to give you more space to move around as you took your drink and took a big gulp from it, handing him the glass with the last sip. He downed it in one go and put the glass back on the bar, slipping his hand into yours. As the bartender noticed you two leaving, he jogged over to the end of the bar, yelling at Elvis how he still had another set to perform but Elvis just ignored him and pulled you through the crowd, out of the club. You tried to keep up with him as he was running down the street, tugging you along with him as he laughed happily. His laugh was contagious and you loved the sound of it more than anything in the world─wanted to hear it every second of the damn day.

‘‘Where are we going?’’ You laughed as he was still running and he knew exactly where to go. Even if he didn’t, you wouldn’t be worried. You felt more than comfortable around him and you knew that he’d never let anything bad happen to you. Your eyes fell down to where your bodies were connected by your intertwined fingers, your heart swelling as he looked over his shoulder with a bright smile on his face. Right here, in this exact moment, you felt the happiest you had ever been in your twenty years of life.

‘‘My place,’’ he grinned as he stopped running, coming to a halt in front of an apartment complex right across Waikiki beach. ‘‘Well, it’s my friends’ place. I’m stayin’ with him for the time being,’’ he said, giving you a knowing look and you giggled softly, biting your lip as you followed him inside of the building. He was all over you in the elevator and you were more than happy to allow it, but as the doors opened and he pulled you outside, fumbling with his key at the front door a little bit, you clung onto his arm. ‘‘Is your friend home?’’

‘‘Nah, baby, he works as a bartender. Won’t be home until the morning,’’ he grinned at you, finally managing to get the key in and twist it, opening the door. The slight nerves you felt melted away again and you pushed him against the nearest wall, throwing the door closed behind you. You captured his lips in a sloppy kiss as your hands moved to the jacket of the suit he was wearing, opening the buttons with quick fingers before you pushed the fabric off of his shoulders. Pulling back from the kiss, you looked at him as he shrugged the jacket off, admiring how freaking good he looked in the black button up he wore underneath that jacket. ‘‘Like what you see?’’ he grinned cockily and while you hated cocky guys, guys like freaking David, you could feel your panties dampen with your arousal. God, this man was making you sin and you liked it.

‘‘Very much,’’ you whispered as you hooked your fingers behind the fabric of his shirt where he had left the bottons open of it, ripping the shirt open completely. He gasped as he looked at you with wide surprised eyes as his buttons went flying through the entrance of the apartment but you didn’t give him the chance to make a comment on it as you ran your hands down his warm chest, nails scraping softly against his nipples. He bit his lower lip and wrapped his large hands underneath your thighs─you took the hint and jumped up, hooking your legs around his waist as he caught you with ease. You grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. The both of you were too intoxicated with each other to even care about him stumbling into some things before he reached the guest bedroom where he was staying. Your kiss got interrupted as he threw you on the bed and you looked at him, lifting your torso up a little by leaning your elbows on the bed, biting your lip as he took his ripped shirt off, letting the fabric fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes as he quickly pulled off your pumps and leaned forward, his hands sliding up your thighs and underneath your dress as you were already kissing him again─open mouthed, sloppy kisses that didn’t take long for you to trail down his jawline and neck. You could taste his cologne on your tongue and moaned softly against his skin, hands running up through his hair, messing up the wax that he had styled it so perfectly with. He moaned softly as you sucked on his skin while his fingers hooked underneath your panties, sliding them down without hesitation. You pouted in your tipsy state as he pulled back and he laughed softly, pushing your dress up to your waist. If this would’ve happened in your sober state, you would’ve been a lot more shy, but you had been waiting for this moment for so long. You had been craving him for so long, you just didn’t give a damn anymore. You spread your legs willingly, exposing yourself to him and he slicked back some of his hair with the palm of his hand, hungry eyes admiring your arousal that was glistening in the dim moon light that shone through the room. The view from the bedroom was gorgeous, but right now you were only interested in the view in front of you.

He got on his knees in front of the bed, pulling you closer to him by wrapping his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs spread open. He licked his lips as he shot you a quick wink, sending butterflies throughout your entire body and making your heart leap pathetically in your chest, before he leaned down. The kisses he planted on your inner thighs, moving closer to where you needed him most, felt as if someone was keeping a lit match against your delicate skin. You didn’t even try for one second to hold back as he placed a soft, tiny kiss right on your clit, letting out a needy whimper. You ran your hands through your hair to get some strands out of your face, not caring at all that you were messing up the updo you had perfected a few hours ago and when Elvis ran his tongue up between your wet folds, flicking at your clit once, you moaned lewdly. He licked his lips as he lifted his head a little, grinning at you. ‘‘Oh baby, you taste divine,’’ he said teasingly, kissing your thigh once more before he leaned down in between your legs once more. You were expecting him to tease you until the point of you losing your mind, but he had been waiting just as long for this as you had.

He went in with confidence as he ate you out like a starved man─pretty much making out with your pussy as if he hadn’t had human contact for years. You were trying to move your hips to his rhythm, arching your back off of the bed but he trapped you by pushing you down with his hand on your lower abdomen, lips wrapping around your clit to suck on it as he looked up at you. He released your left thigh and slipped in two of his digits, making you look down at him and moan desperately as your eyes met his. He grinned tauntingly as he stuck out his tongue, flicking it against your clit at an unholy speed as his fingers didn’t go easy on you either, pumping inside of you. One of your hands flew to his hair, tangling your fingers in the locks through the wax that you’d normally be disgusted at to touch, your other hand squeezing the sheets desperately in your palm. Your moans were starting to become soundless, coming out in nothing other than a high pitched gasp or whine. The martini’s you had in the span of an hour or so were making your head spin, along with the orgasm that was fastly approaching. He could tell you were close with how your walls were clenching around his fingers repeatedly, your hips desperately wanting to move away but he still had you trapped, unable for you to escape the sense of euphoria that was so close. So close you could taste it, but before it came, he pulled away from you completely. You gasped as you looked at him with wide eyes, wanting to protest until you saw him stand up and pull down his pants and boxershorts.

‘‘Impatient, little one?’’ he grinned and you couldn’t help but shamelessly sneak a peek at his cock hitting his lower abdomen when it was freed out of the confinements of his clothing, tip red and sensitive, glistening with precum. You bit your lip as you looked at him. ‘‘Stop calling me that,’’ you said, a challenging tone on your tongue and he raised an eyebrow, following you on the bed as you pulled yourself further on it. ‘‘What should I call you then, hmm?’’ he questioned back just as challenging, grinning teasingly at you as he pulled your dress over your head, throwing it to the other side of the bed. He leaned in closer to kiss your lips softly, creeping one hand behind your back─you arched a little, making it easier for him to unclasp your bra and remove it from your body as he pulled back from your lips. ‘‘Anything but that,’’ you rolled your eyes, a soft blush creeping on your cheeks despite the confidence you were feeling tonight. He slipped his hand in between your bodies, aligning himself at your entrance, a soft gasp leaving your lips. ‘‘What would you like to be called, Y/N?’’ he hummed, pushing the tip in, keeping still inside of you. Even though it was hard for him as well, because all he wanted to do was fill you up and fuck you into the mattress, he liked teasing you. He liked seeing that cute little pout on your lips and your hazy eyes looking at him pleadingly.

The pet name he used to call you was cute, but you didn’t wanted him to see you like that anymore. You doubted he ever had though, but you hated it whenever it slipped past his lips now. You huffed as you snaked your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. ‘‘Call me baby,’’ you whispered, trying to thrust your hips forward so you could surprise him, but it’s like he could predict every single one of your movements. He didn’t budge for one second, instead pulling out again, slipping the tip of his cock through your folds, circling against your clit. You moaned softly and looked up into his eyes, silently begging him to just fuck you already. ‘‘Call me yours,’’

This seemed to send him over the edge and he lowered his cock to your entrance, pushing himself all the way in. You gasped and cursed softly at the, very much so delicious, intrusion. Your hands moved down to his shoulders, holding onto him firmly as he gave you a few seconds to get used to him before he started thrusting into you, making you moan out in pleasure. He leaned his head down, kissing your neck sweetly. ‘‘You’re mine, baby,’’ he grunted in your ear, hips picking up their pace more and more. You had your ankles hooked behind his back now, clinging onto him desperately as he was kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Maybe they were empty promises, you had no idea, but right now you were on cloud nine. Finally in the arms of the man you had loved so dearly in silence for so long.

‘‘You’re all mine,’’ he whispered, pulling his head back to look down at you. Leaning his elbow next to your head, he moved his hands through your hair as far as the position would allow him, admiring your beauty as he moaned softly, thrusting into you with determination. ‘‘God,’’ he breathed out, pecking your lips a few times. ‘‘You got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, baby,’’ he moaned against your lips and you moaned right back at him, his words making you cling onto him even harder. Wanting him deeper, wanting him closer. The love you felt for this man was completely consuming you and you had no intentions to fight off those feelings anymore. To hell with everyone, you needed him and only him.

Once more you could feel that feeling of bliss approaching and this time he wasn’t going to pull back and torture you─he looked down into your eyes intensely as his eyebrows knitted together in concetration, hips skilfully thrusting as he moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him desperately, keeping him trapped inside of you.

‘‘Oh, f-f-uck,’’ he cursed with a grunt, teeth sinking into his lower lip for a second. ‘‘I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doing that,’’ he warned and you just grinned, being drunk on him, letting your own orgasm rip through you. He moaned as you were sucking him in even harder during your orgasm and thrusted harder for a few more times, before he quickly pulled out of you and hovered above you as he came onto your stomach. You reached down to wrap your hand around him, squeezing out every last drop. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head, head hanging low as his hips stuttered pathetically, moans rolling off of his tongue. You gasped softly at the sight, breathing heavily as he fell down on the bed next to you. The both of you laid silently for a few minutes, staring up at the ceiling to catch your breath.

‘‘Tracy is gonna kill me,’’ you whispered, placing a hand on your forehead. You cringed at the thought of Tracy finding out about what happened between you and Elvis─you had no idea if you were even going to tell her, but you kind of felt like you had to. Besides, they broke up, right? He was a single man and she seemed to be having her own fun with the men on this island. She’ll get over it.

Elvis turned his head into your direction and you did the same, meeting his eyes.

‘‘What if you stay here?’’ he asked softly, moving a little closer to you to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder. ‘‘Yeah, I can stay here tonight,’’

‘‘No, not tonight,’’ he said, and you frowned at him curiously. ‘‘I mean, yeah ofcourse you’re stayin’ tonight, but I’m talking about here. Hawaii. With me,’’

The thought of you staying behind in Hawaii sounded exciting. Way more than exciting. Not even thinking about the fact that your sister would be on the same island, and you had college to go back to, you were sold on the idea as soon as he suggested it. ‘‘I guess I can take a gap year?’’ you hummed softly, turning your head back to look up at the white boring ceiling. Your parents were most definitely going to kill you, or get a heart attack upon hearing the news, but there was nothing else in the whole wide world you wanted more. Except for maybe the dark haired man that was hovering above you now, smiling brightly as he attacked your face with kisses. He didn’t even have to convince you further to take this leap of faith─tonight he made you his and you never ever wanted to hand that position to anyone else. You were more than ready for whatever Hawaii would throw at you, as long as you had Elvis by your side.

#elvis presley smut #elvis presley angst #elvis presley x reader #austin!elvis smut #austin!elvis angst #austin!elvis x reader #elvis presley imagine #austin!elvis imagine #elvis presley fandom #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #austin butler #elvis presley fanfiction #tamwrites

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Paradise Undone| 1| S. McGarrett

Summary: Gracie isn’t the only reason why Danny Williams relocated to Hawaii, his youngest sister Emily is a nurse in the navy and is stationed at Pearl Harbor and is in an on again off again fling with Steven McGarrett.

His new partner. And Danny is dead set on keeping them apart as much as he wanted his sister happy, the last person he wanted her to be with was Steve McGarrett

@prettyinpayne @marycorleone

This wasn’t the first time that Emily Williams had been asked to come see her brother Danny, a police detective first with the New York Police department and now with the Honolulu police department, to patch him up and it wouldn’t be the last but this was the first time that the man she had been sleeping with on and off with was sitting on the rolling chair next to the desk. “Shit.” She cursed herself before she stepped into the office, “Danno? What did you do now?” Danny, who had been lecturing Steve, paused and smiled seeing her. “It was all him Em.” Emily finally met Steve’s dark eyes and was glad to see the surprise in them. The last time they had seen each other, they had been in Japan and she was getting ready to ship back out to the states.

“And who is he?”

Danny was oblivious to the uneasy stare between the two, he was eager to start another long bitching session about his new partner and his sister usually listened. “Steve McGarrett.” Danny asked as she started looking at the wound on his shoulder.

“As in the McGarrett case?” She glanced over at Steve who was putting two and two together, Emily had told him stories about her siblings, especially her stuffy older brother.

“Yeah. He got me shot Em? Can you believe that?” The older Williams sibling questioned turning his head to watch his sister work.

“Not really, you got held hostage before, and had to have knee surgery after that case with Libby went wrong. So this doesn’t surprise me at all.” She answered, “didn’t you have the paramedics look at this?” “Why? When I have a nurse on speed dial?” Danny asked, “Em here is in the navy too but her contract is up soon.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve asked, folding his arms, eyes never leaving the siblings, curious. Emily was the exact opposite of his new partner, she had always been quick to laugh and enjoy herself while Danny wasn't that.

“Supposedly she wants to stay. God knows why.”

“Three things Danno, beach, warm weather and you and Gracie.” Emily paused as she opened an alcohol wipe, “and there is no Clara,” Clara was their mother who along with their two sisters Bridgett and Stella were very interested in when Emily was going to settle down and have kids.

“That is our mother.” Danny started before wincing when she dug her gloved thumb into the wound in annoyance . “I know that Daniel but she doesn’t harp on you. “When are you going to have kids Emily? You are such a young and pretty girl.”

Unable to help himself Steve coughed out a laugh, he had heard that impression one too many times which caused Emily to laugh. “Do you two know each other?” Danny asked after a heartbeat, “you can’t know each other.”

“We know each other.” They both answered.

“No, no Emily! Wait, this isn’t the guy you shacked up with in Cuba is it?” Emily pressed her lips together in a tight line so she wouldn’t start laughing outright.

“Emily Anne! Tell me the truth.”

“No comment.” she risked a glance over to Steve who was studying her every movement. “Do you need me to pick up Gracie after school?” Being able to have a relationship with her niece was part of the reason why she jumped on being stationed at Pearl Harbor.

“Emily! Tell me the truth.” Danny had glossed over her question like she had expected him too and he was furious. Like Matthew, their brother, he was fiercely over protective of Emily and their other sisters.

“Yes, okay?” she snapped back as she started bandaging the wound. “But you have no room to talk, Daniel. You are the one who ended up marrying someone you pulled over.” Another quiet laugh escaped Steve, he had heard all about her brother’s ex-wife after she found out that she had filed for divorce causing a smile to twitch on the corner of her mouth. “You told a total stranger about my personal life?”

The younger Williams sibling smiled then, “Well yeah, he's a good listener and I had to have someone to talk to. And I was not going to use the satellite phone to call Clara.”

Groaning Danny dropped his chin to his chest, “You two are going to put me in an early grave.”

“Don't be so dramatic Danny.” Emily rolled her eyes, “We both know that it will be Rachel and step Stan.”

“Step Stan?” Steve stepped in, unable to help himself, now that he was putting faces with names, things started making sense and he wanted to try and diffuse the situation mostly for Emily’s sake.

“Rachel's new husband. He seems nice.” The younger sibling returned. “You only say that because he tried to buy your affection too.” Steve and Emily exchanged a look with furrowed brows. “Are you still bitter that I attended the wedding for Gracie’s sake?” Danny huffed as he stood up and went into one of the glass offices. “Grace begged and pleaded for me to go, I was on leave.” she informed as she started gathering up the used supplies to throw them away, “I tried to talk Rachel out of it, including offering to be her getaway driver.” “Does he know that?” Emily shook her head, “He wouldn't listen, probably never will.”

#ash writes #series: Paradise undone #oc: Emily Williams #hawaii five 0 #hawaii five o imagine #hawaii five o fan fiction #steve mcgarrett #steve mcgarrett fan fiction #steve mcgarrett imagine

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Charming Devil, Silver Tongue (Admiral!Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob will never let anybody talk shit about the love of his life and if they do? Watch out

Tagging: @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts @nobody7102

Honolulu, Hawaii

It still seemed strange to you how Bob had managed to become one of the youngest Admirals in the Navy and all the privileges that had come with it. That, on top of marrying into an old money ranching family, was still strange to you as well.

Yet you and Bob never lost sight of what was important.

Bob put his inheritance to good use not just for the two of you, but for others and the things that were near and dear to the both of you. Every year, you donated part of it to the military hospitals as a way to say thank you to those who Bob was closest to. St. Jude’s had been another, due in part to the premature birth of your son August, who was now a thriving seven year old as well as ones that aided first responders and their families.

The one time that Bob really outdid himself was when you both had bought your home in Hawaii. It was a beautiful Victorian that had been there since the 1870s, encircled by palm trees, banyans and heady green shrubs, while just a few steps down a hidden walk was Waikiki Beach where you and Bob had shared many romantic walks during the first weeks of your marriage. Now it was there where your children all played, August, Patrick, Deidre and the others in your ever growing family.

“Ready my love?” Bob asked, taking you on his arm.

“Ready as ever good sir,” you said, placing a kiss on his lips.

Auggie and Patrick both kept close to you, a little bit nervous seeing as this was their very first grown-up event and Bob had warned the both of them to be on their best behavior.

He could hardly take his eyes off of you in that green velvet dress and your black heels, reminiscent of the same dress a young Rose Clooney had once worn in his favorite holiday film. The night was warm and breezy, the heavy smells of plumeria, jasmine and hibiscus hanging about while not far off was the roar of the ocean. You yourself could hardly take your eyes off of Bob in his Navy dress blacks and the sword at his belt. You were all too glad that you had done a set of black and white portraits for Irene and Joe back home and sent them, elsewise they’d be somewhere only you could find.

Into the house you both went, your friends and close Navy cohorts all gathered in one place while a guest had been seated at the piano, playing away. The entire Dagger Squad had shown up at the behest of Admiral Simpson, some with kids of their own and others with their grandkids.

“There. They. Are!” Beau greeted happily. “My two favorite people in the Navy.”

You and Bob laughed, shaking his hand before June, his wife, came to greet you both. “How are you, (y/n)?” June asked as the two of you hugged. “It’s been too long.”

“Busy,” you answered. “The kids have us running every which way but across the islands and ever since school let out for the year, they’re running feral across the property.”

“Well come and bring them down here!” June exclaimed laughingly. “I told you, any time you need to pawn the kids off for a while.....”

“Excuse me baby,” Bob whispered in your ear. “I’m gonna go and carouse with the rest of the wolf pack. I’ll be back.”

“Take your time,” you said, kissing his cheek before you shooed Auggie and Patrick out to the garden to go and play with the other children.

You and June scooted off to go and cavort with the other Navy wives, all of them practically screeching with excitement to see you.

“Where have you been?” enquired Ruth Kahananui. “We haven’t seen you and Bob in ages!”

“I was just telling June, they’re running wild all over the place,” you laughed. “Oh but they’re doing great though. Auggie just wrapped up first grade and Patrick’s going into first grade at the Waldorf school on the base.”

“Oh my gosh!” Ruth exclaimed. “Leilani will probably be in his class.”

You reveled in the chatter between you and the six other women who had become your closest friends outside of the Dagger Squad. All of you went back and forth about how the kids were doing, how much the little ones were growing and all of the things that they were doing in and out of school while the men flitted in between to check in on their wives.

“Oh, (y/n,” said June. “I want you to meet someone, this is Lydia Atkinson. She’s the wife of Captain Atkinson.”

“Lovely to meet you Lydia,” you said, shaking her hand.

“Likewise,” the woman said, returning the gesture. “I was going to come and introduce myself earlier but didn’t want to intrude.”

You and Lydia exchanged a few polite remarks before the conversation took a different turn altogether.

“So I hear you’re the Captain’s wife?” you enquired.

“Oh yes but that’s not really all that important,” Lydia answered with a wave of her hand. “He does his own thing and I do mine which is all the better for us.”

“Do you have a job on base?”

“I work as a broker for a firm,” Lydia answered. “Everyone will tell you it’s stressful, but to be honest, I eat it for breakfast.”

The two of you laughed a little at the remark. “And what do you do?” Lydia asked.

“I’m a homemaker,” you answered.

You were about to say something else when you noticed the somewhat disgusted look on Lydia’s face before she turned and walked away. You and the other wives whispered back and forth about what had just happened when all of a sudden, something reached your ears, a familiar voice that only moments ago had spoken directly to your face.

“......And spend all my precious time chasing after a bunch of bratty kids? Hell no! I wanna do something with my life. I couldn’t believe when she told me that. Can you believe it? Little miss fifties housewife who sits in that house all day giving her husband kid after kid.....”

You clamped a hand over your mouth at all the remarks that were spilling out of Lydia’s mouth, the color draining from your face. You had been about to march over and say something when the sound of firmer footsteps approached.

“Baby?” Bob whispered.

You motioned towards Lydia and right then, Bob’s eyes flared like blue fire, his usually gentle features becoming set and hard with determination. You felt his hand clench around yours as he took you over.

“Miss Lydia,” Bob greeted, clearing his throat. “Good to see you.”

Lydia’s face went white as a sheet when she turned around and saw Bob standing before her. “Admiral Floyd,” she said nervously. “What a coincidence.”

“I’ll say,” Bob replied, seeing straight through the woman’s nervous demeanor. “I see you’ve met my lovely wife (Y/n)?”

“Oh oh....yes, well, I um.....yes we have.”

“Now did I hear it correctly that you may or may not have said a few things pertaining to my wife?”

Lydia was utterly speechless, the fear evident on her face.

“So you have?” Bob said, raising his eyebrows.

“No, no I....I was just.....”

“Well let me remind you then that your husband is only a Captain,” Bob remarked. “See the two stars here? It means I can have him reassigned wherever I damn well please....and you with him.”

You tried painfully hard not to let it slip that you were enjoying watching her squirm, the discomfort clear as day on Lydia’s face.

“And just remember Miss Lydia,” Bob reminded her, taking you, his gorgeous wife on his arm. “We in our circle have a special word for ladies like yourself. Unfortunately, it isn’t used outside of a dog kennel.”

You and Bob turned away, shooting Lydia a victoriously snobby look as Bob led you away, the other husbands not too far off and each one of them fully aware of Lydia’s screw up, giving the bitch a taste of her own medicine.

“I’m surprised you knew what that was from,” you chuckled as you and Bob shared a dance.

“I couldn’t resist,” Bob explained. “I heard what she said and thought she’d need a taste of her own medicine.”

You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, grateful for the husband and family you had. “Thank you my love,” you whispered in his ear.

“And don’t worry sweet pea,” Bob said. “I know who her nephew is. I’ve got permission to smoke Mr. Ivy League and make his life a living hell for however long his Navy career is.”

You laughed as you rested your head on your husband’s shoulder, breathing in the barely noticeable smell of Irish Spring that followed him everywhere and reveling in the closeness that made the two of you stronger than ever.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad #dagger squad short fics

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*chittering noises*

*walks in holding a miniature Hokmuto in my arms, with his legs and wings dangling*

MUTO ecology headcanons? MUTO ecology headcanons?

Kaliido, you have opened the floodgates.

Alright.

So, I headcanon that MUTOs are a coastal species, because everywhere a MUTO was willingly, it was a coastal environment. The Philippines, Janjira, Honolulu, San Francisco, and Hoboken, where Barb was sleeping. Yucca Mountain and Las Vegas are outliers- but Femuto didn’t go there willingly, she was taken to Yucca as a spore, and the rest of it is her seeking out radiation and then heading to the coast. (A non-ecology headcanon of mine is that she remembers Monarch cutting open and running tests on her as a fetus, which explains her being slightly more aggressive towards humans in the beginning than Hokmuto (who might have even learned to associate humans with food by that point)). Then, of course, the nest blows and she becomes way more aggressive.

Also, Hokmuto was able to dive deep enough to catch that Russian sub (or snatch it from the surface if it was surfacing at the time) and then carry it to Hawaii, where he proceeded to enjoy his nuclear missile munchies. He performs a similar stunt with the nuke boat in San Francisco Bay, diving on it from the clouds (in what I consider to be one of the most visually stunning shots of the MonsterVerse), then swimming underwater with it to the shore.

This leads me to believe that male MUTOs would fly out to sea to hunt, snacking on smaller ocean-going Titans such as Genitors or Squidfaces (the Skull Island Final Boss Thing), before carrying their catch back to the coast for their mates and babies.

Which brings me to the females. I believe that they would use their long forelimbs to root around in the mud and sand for prey such as Mire Squids, Trapdoor Crabs, or Sirenjaws. Nesting spires and cocooning sites would be dug into high cliffs or expanded from naturally-occurring sea caves to keep them safe.

Not sure how Primuto fits into all this but nobody cares about her.

In short, preferred feeding territory would be the open sea, barrier islands, brackish inlets, saltmarshes, and estuaries. Another tally on the “coastal” theory involves their preferred nesting host, Titanus Gojira- an ocean-going and semiaquatic species. Males would lure the Gojira to the coast, where he and the waiting mate would work together to subdue it, having lured the Gojira onto land, where it would be much clumsier and easier to bring down.

Another headcanon I have involves the nesting spire- namely, you can hear the babies chirping and chittering from inside their eggs. I believe that this was to allow them to coordinate their hatching time and to alert Mama and Papa to have food ready (Some crocodilians and birds do the same thing).

Another involves the spire itself, as well as the cocoon and the spores- namely, it’s a mix of the MUTO’s thick saliva and dirt/other materials. Spores that are injected into a host will form their shells from chewed-up bone or carapace matter.

As for the unseen larval stage- I believe it to be semi-aquatic, given the theories I have stated above and below, and the fact that baby Hokmuto was hauling ass over sea from the Philippines to Janjira.

My final headcanon is that I subscribe to the “MUTOs are derived lungfish” theory. Look up a lungfish skull and tell me that’s not the most MUTO thing you’ve ever seen. The metamorphic life cycle could be a form of neotenal larva developing into a fully formed adult (like an amphibian, but with an added cocoon for protection, given the transformation takes longer due to size and energy needs). Lungfish have working lungs, as their name suggests, meaning it’s not inconceivable that they could evolve to be full air-breathers as adults (esp. with Hollow Earth fuckery/by kaiju movie standards). The multiple limbs can be explained as being like a sea robin’s fingers (look it up). Lungfish cocoon themselves with saliva during droughts to survive. Etc. Not sure how the EMP factors in- mayhap could say it has something to do with the lateral line? One could say that their “eyes” aren’t even really eyes, but modified lateral lines (this explains the radio light flashing in time with Femuto’s “eye” pulsing). I do thing they have some form of visual sight though.

I’m aware some of these ideas contradict themselves, but a lot of the canon stuff about the MUTOs is contradictory as well.

Anyway, that concludes my lecture. Apologies for the long post, as you can tell I’m so normal about my lil buggy boys and girls.

So sorry for not responding to this ask sooner but I fucking love this!!!! The canon explanation for MUTOs and their biology has mostly left me unsatisfied (the parasite thing feels underdeveloped and all the different forms just don’t make sense? what is the purpose of the Prime or the Queen?? Why do they exist and why do they BOTH need to exist?). I love when people go “fuck canon” and just run wild with reinterpretation, this shit is my jam. Especially when it comes to the MV and reemphasizing that these monsters are animals with lifestyles beyond “graaah scary predator”. Awesome shit right here anon.

#muto #mutos #hokmuto #femuto #queen muto #muto prime #godzilla #monsterverse #kaiju #godzilla 2014 #asks #mv headcanons

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risingsoleil · 2 months

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Ask Game

Thank you @chiefbeifongcanrailme and @linnorabeifong for the tags!

Are you named after anyone?

I am not. It's part of one of my cultures (I'm mixed) to receive part of your name based on an ancestor. I've asked my mom where she came up with my first and middle name bc it's not taken from any of our ancestors.

First name (she has two versions, so idk which it is): it came to her in a dream, or my great-grandma brought up the name to her.

Middle name: "It felt important and that you needed to have this name."

My middle name translates to "Nothing is impossible."

When was the last time you cried?

Probably last week when I was writing some sad stuff lol

Do you have kids?

I do not. One day I'll have them, but rn I'm focused on my life and achieving my goals.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I played volleyball growing up, then played a little in high school. And also I was on the paddling team lol

Omg training was fucking brutal for paddling, I don't regret leaving lol running on the beach BAREFOOT 50 times up and downhill. It sounds pretty bc we had the sunset views too, but I was angry crying every time we did it.

Do you use sarcasm?

Of course I don't.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Your vibe. I'm an empath, so I can feel your emotions as if they're mine and I'm an intuitive. I can pick up on the type of person you are. But I also try to exercise benefit of the doubt too bc I've had bad experiences in the past, and I try not to let that cloud my judgment.

What's your eye color?

Dark brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I can already see entities (good and bad) irl so I'm all for happy things.

Any talents?

I learn languages very quickly. I would love to become a polyglot hehe that was one of my goals when I was a kid. But it's harder as an adult to get into this (but certainly not impossible ;)

Idk if you'd consider these talents, but I have several clair abilities (clairaudience, clairvoyance, claircognizance, and clairsentience)

Where were you born?

Hawaii. I was born and raised in Honolulu, and I just moved back home several months ago

What are your hobbies?

Eating. Dancing, writing, hanging out with my close friends, travelling, cooking, modeling, mentoring youth, and anything spiritual. Except i'm not the best at meditation lmao

Oh! And listening to music

Do you have any pets?

Not right now (and I really want a doggie again). I grew up with a dog and then I had another one in high school. Unfortunately she passed away a few years ago after an accident 😢

How tall are you?

5'4 ish

Dream Job?

Travelling the world and giving speeches about my culture. I suppose an ambassador 🥰

Tagging: @yellowsalt3 @alemanriq @awakenedtinystars @khrystyav @little-lazuli @nyamadermont @obsessedwithlinzin @pencopanko @peachchanvidel @superliz6 @stupidnerdlol @vr-tb @weirfan22 @zeus-favorite-child

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Call of Duty OC: Dr. Aelan Kalani

A woman who wanted to follow her mother's footsteps of joining the military. But also wanted to be a medic just like her Uncle. A woman who wanted to help those who are injured or in pain. Studying for medic school before signing up for the Army to learn both combat and assisting her team with her knowledge of healing the injured. And she will NOT hesitate to hurt those who tried to hurt her loved ones.

General:

⛑️ Name: Aelan Kalani ⛑️ Alias(es): Doc, Fuga (Kanoa called her that), Aely, Aela (her mom), Dr. Kalani ⛑️ Gender: Female ⛑️ Age: Early 30s ⛑️ Birthday: April 19th ⛑️ Nationality: Hawaiian ⛑️ Place of Birth: Honolulu, Hawaii ⛑️ Home: Honolulu, Oahu ⛑️ Spoken Languages: English, Hawaiian, Arabic (conversational) ⛑️ Sexuality: Heterosexual ⛑️ Occupation: Medical Doctor for the Warriors Task Force

Appearance:

⛑️ Eye Color: Brown ⛑️ Hair Color: Light Brown ⛑️ Height: 5’9”/177 cm ⛑️ Scars: Small scars on her hands of how many times she has to rush to save a person life with just small knives she has. And some scars on her arms too from fighting off an enemy. ⛑️ Face Claim: Laura Megan Stahl

Favorites:

⛑️ Color: Red ⛑️ Food: Shoyu Ahi Poke and Cone Sushi ⛑️ Drink: Wine ⛑️ Flower: Hibiscus and 'Uki 'Uki (Hawaiian Lily) ⛑️ Hairstyle: Natural (letting her curly hair out when she’s out of duty) and single French braid (when she’s on duty)

Personality:

⛑️ Myers Briggs Type: ISTP Aelan is willingly to take any practical action to deal with a problem or situations. Like if there’s anything that is difficult for her team to FIX it. She’ll be there to handle it. Aelan is also independent, just like her mother. Wanting to try or learn new things on her own but will ask for assistance sometimes. She also have a very good mind of understanding of how things works and explaining to her audience VERY clearly. Like, when she saw her team were having a hard time to understand. She explains to them in a very simple ways possible. ⛑️ Knowledge: Aelan is very smart. Being a medic. She has more experienced on what to do or what not to do of doing her job. And whatever questions you have related to medic things. She'll give you the answers right away. ⛑️ Ethical: Aelan KNOWS of what is best for her patience and for her team. For her knowledge and her experienced of treating them is her MAIN field. And she is NEVER wrong when it comes to treat them in the RIGHT way. ⛑️ Commitment: She is VERY commitment to her work. Just like her mom. She would make sure that everything is done in the RIGHT way. Negative Traits: ⛑️ Being like her mother. Her sassiness sometimes gets out of hand. Like once you said something that will piss her off. She will give you that look and said a very unnecessary comment on you that will break your spirit in seconds. ⛑️ Keeping herself busy isn't very healthy for her. Of course, she needs to get it done but she also needs to take a break. Even her mother would see that and only she can tell her to stop. So no one will tell her to stop working unless it's her mom (Or the Captain). ⛑️ No matter how calm Aelan was. She will not yield back from what was on her mind. And has NO filters. So you might wanna hold onto your tissues once she said all those things to you.

Skills and Abilities: ⛑️ Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat and martial arts ⛑️ Weapons: MK13 rifle ⛑️ Distinct Weapons: Pocket knife and M18 ⛑️ Special Skills: Can secure the wounds very quickly. Very fast thinker when it comes to a very tight situations. Family:

Alana Kalani (Mother, Alive)

Ola Kalani (Uncle, Alana's Brother, Alive)

Noelani Iona Kalani (Aunty, Ola's Wife, Alive)

Keona Kalani (Cousin, Ola's Daughter, Alive) Trivia:

⛑️ Aelan is the only child who was raised by a single mother. ⛑️ She has no grudge against her mother who went out to the military. All she wanted her mother to come back home safely after her missions. ⛑️ Was really inspired by her Uncle's work in the hospital. Seeing him helping other patience and doing his best to heal them. She was also inspired of her mother's legacy of earning the highest rank in the military after all those years. Making her wanting to join the military too! ⛑️ As much as she loves her hair going down most of the time. She sometimes gets annoyed whenever the wind blows. It HAS to keep hitting her face with her hair.

Background Story:

Aelan has her mother's personality. A hard worker trying to help out with her family. She admired both her mother and her uncle. Seeing how her mom became a soldier, protecting the country. And seeing how her uncle became a doctor, helping to heal the injured.

Her mother had gone to the military when she was 9 and she sometimes sees her from time to time. Whenever she's done with her deployment. And would LOVE to hear her stories about it when she gets back.

Her uncle, Ola, is always there to take care of her with his girlfriend, Noelani. She was also admired by her Uncle's work at the hospital. From being a nurse to a DOCTOR. She would ask LOTS of questions of how his work has been.

That's why she decided to plan to take classes related to medical career and she promised herself that she'll make them BOTH proud.

In High School, Aelan already knows about her mother's ex-boyfriend. For she was curious of what happened to her father from the past. Since seeing her classmates spending time with their parents.

Her mother had told her that the ex-boyfriend and her were drunk and they were playing around. And once the ex-boyfriend found out about her mother being pregnant with her. He vanished.

Typical story.

After hearing that, it boosted her to work and study hard so she can take Medical School somewhere in Maryland. And thanks to her Uncle and his expertise of knowing medical things. She'll be getting into that school in no time after she graduates from high school.

And she did! She had finally got into her dream school. And that's when she started her study. It wasn't easy because of her mother's hard working attitude inside of her. She stayed determined and kept studying. Before she finally graduated with a degree.

And start working for the Army in Maryland. Until she got a call from her own mother, who is a General now, wanting her to assist Price and Gaz, along with Agnes, in Urzikstan. With her skills of healing the injured. Knowing that Farah and her men need some healing power.

So she wasted no time and started packing and took a ride to Urzikstan.

#aelan doc kalani #aelan kalani #doctor kalani #warriors task force #wtf #call of duty #call of duty oc #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod oc #call of duty original character #call of duty mw2

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hawaiianrentals · 1 year

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Extreme surf watching at Jaws aka Peahi

Looking for an adrenaline-packed adventure on the island of Maui? Look no further than Jaws, also known as Peahi, one of the most famous big wave surf spots in the world!

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Chace You Down

A Short Story

~Y/N travels with her new boss, Jensen Ackles, to Hawaii for the Sony Open golf tournament and gets more than a little distracted by a new acquaintance.~

Chace Crawford x Reader, Jensen Ackles

6,600 Words

Warnings: Absolute uncompromising Fluff. You will feel the sun and smell the ocean air, bask in the glow of a stranger's stare. It is deliciously romantic and annoying and wonderful.

The airport was crowded even at five in the morning and Y/N struggled to keep up with her new boss, finding that his stride was just about twice as long as hers and ten times as quick.

Jensen was already at the gate when she caught up, close to panting as she balanced a tray of Starbucks in one hand and a wallet with their tickets in the other. Her bag was slipping off her left shoulder and when she stopped short, the entire thing came crumbling down. The bag slid down to her elbow and the coffee left her hand, somehow jumping two inches into the air when she reached for the wayward strap.

Boss Man was quick, reacting like a true superhero. In a flash, he dropped his carryon and lunged for the tray, relieving Y/N of the embarrassment of spilling two Americanos all over the ugly airport carpeting and herself.

She gasped and stared in wonder at the green-eyed devil, thankful and more nervous than ever.

He’s gonna fire me before we even get airborne, she thought.

Jensen smiled kindly.

“Steady there, kid,” he teased, a gentle laugh on his breath. “You OK?”

“Yeah. I think so.” Y/N took a calming breath and righted the bag on her shoulder, quickly scanned the wallet to make sure the paperwork was still in order, and reached for the coffee tray.

Jensen pulled it back. “Uh, no. I’ll… handle the caffeine. You just… take a second to catch your breath.”

He hates me.

Y/N shook herself quickly and exhaled a quick huff. “Sorry. I’m a little frazzled first thing in the morning.” Her huff turned into a yawn and she struggled to hide it by clenching her jaw.

Jensen squinted at her and bit his lip. “Get any sleep last night? I know I had you up pretty early.”

Yeah, I was up approximately all night long, terrified, but thanks.

“Not really.” Y/N answered, laughing softly. “Little bit of a nervous flyer. Still kinda nervous around you. Nervous in general, really. Kinda all over a mess. I’m sure you’re finding that out. I’m sorry about that. Probably shoulda been on my resume. ‘She’s a disaster! Do not hire!’ But here we are.”

Jensen blinked slowly, wide-eyed and amused by her rambling.

“Sorry. I talk a bit too much when I’m nervous. Have I said the word ‘nervous’ too many times? I feel like I’ve said it too much. You know when you start to say something over and over and over and it starts to sound wrong? Nervous… Nerve… Us… Nerve-”

Kindly, Jensen held up a finger to his pursed lips, shushing her. “Calm down, Y/N.”

She sucked in a heavy breath and held it, nodding up at him. “Sorry.”

“You’re doing fine.” He smiled and plucked his ticket from the wallet in her hand. “Let’s just get on board and settled and you can get some rest.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, still nodding like a bobblehead. “Rest. Yes.”

“It’s a long flight.”

“Yeah…”

Jensen grinned. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

With a wink, he turned on his heel and gave his attention to the blonde attendant behind the gate desk.

Great. You’re supposed to be taking care of him and he’s flipped the script.

“Coming?” he asked, looking back over his shoulder.

Y/N chewed her lip and smiled, steeling herself. “On my way, boss!”

First class was way nicer than Y/N had imagined and she quickly settled in, sure that she could spend the six hour flight to Honolulu with a minimum amount of discomfort and only one or two minor freak outs.

Jensen got comfy right away, tucking himself into the seat by the window and lowering the bill of his black ball cap. It was strange to Y/N just how much the hat worked. They hadn’t been stopped by a single fan the entire walk through the airport, although, she noted, it was so early she doubted anyone else was even awake. Jensen buckled and then busied himself on his phone, shooting off a few last minute messages while the cabin doors were still open.

On the aisle, Y/N perched on the edge of her seat, watching with flitting eyes as other passengers shuffled in. The usual parade of folks made their way past them and down into the depths of the plane. A few cute elderly couples in matching Hawaiian shirts, ladies with giant sun hats, and men in wrinkled polos. There was the standard young couple wrangling three kids under five, and a posh looking woman with a service dog stuffed into her purse. Business men, a teenager with his headphones blaring, and on and on until they were stuffed in the aisle and Y/N could barely breathe.

A few people waved at Jensen, a young girl nearly screeched into her hand, all smiling and polite, all ignoring Y/N in favor of their favorite T.V. star. He took it like a champ, waving back, saying good morning, always smiling, always kind. Y/N wondered how he didn’t lose his mind with everyone fawning over him, and yet, she wished just one person would say hello to her.

“Well, hello.”

A tall figure cast a shadow over Y/N, but she didn’t bother looking up right away. She knew the greeting wasn’t for her.

The stranger cleared his throat and Y/N looked up, finding a handsome smile and bright blue eyes gazing down at her. His stare was deep and intrigued and Y/N felt her cheeks burn. She swallowed hard and blinked herself back into reality.

“Hi,” he said again.

Y/N opened her mouth but nothing came out. The cabin lights shone down on him, highlighting the faint strands of blond in his coffee-colored hair, the gentle slope of his nose, the cut of his brow. She was stunned for a long moment before Jensen’s voice broke the trance.

“Hey, brother!”

Jensen leaned over Y/N to shake the man’s hand and she took a deep breath, flooding her sense’s with conflicting colognes. She coughed and the men split apart, giving her room to breathe.

“Sorry,” Jensen laughed gently. “Chace, this is my new assistant, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N/N, my buddy Chace Crawford.”

The name and face clicked together in her mind and Y/N knew immediately who he was, but kept herself in check, calmly nodding a smile up at him.

“Nice to meet you,” she said softly.

Chace backed up a step and looked her over quickly. “Same here.” He grinned and lingered on her lips a moment too long and Y/N felt her stomach flip nervously. “You excited for Hawaii?”

A large group of passengers had backed up behind him, but Chace paid them no mind. He waited, eyes fixed on Y/N, smile brilliantly sly and intriguing.

She shivered. “Uh, yeah. I mean… yeah. It’s exciting.”

Jensen leaned over to relieve her. “She’s a nervous flyer,” he explained while teasing her just enough to calm her down.

Y/N laughed and nodded. “That I am.”

Chace stretched out his arms across the aisle, resting one hand on the back of the seat in front of her, the other across the way. He bit down into the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes on Y/N.

“Well, that’s no good. We’ll have to keep you distracted.”

Her pulse quickened at his suggestive tone and she shifted in her seat, seemingly uncomfortable.

From the door, a short crimson-haired flight attendant cleared her throat rather loudly and picked up the intercom, casting her annoyance over the loudspeaker.

“Please keep the aisle free so that fellow passengers can find their seats… Thank you.”

Chace either didn’t hear the announcement or didn’t care. He stayed right where he was, silently flirting with his new acquaintance.

Not unappreciative of the attention, Y/N stared right back, trying not to get lost in the ocean of his eyes or the way the scruff on his lip accentuated his mouth just so.

Struggling to break free, she sat up straight and nodded at the line of people behind him. “I think she was talking to you.”

Chace leaned in a little closer, smirking. “Who?”

“The… flight attendant…” She laughed at his obliviousness. “You’re holding up the line.”

A glance over his shoulder had him startled and Chace flipped around, plopping down into the seat across from Y/N. “Oops.” He shrugged at her and settled into the chair, angling himself so that he could still look at Y/N.

The parade began again, and Y/N tried to calm down, pushing her head back into the seat. “Your friend’s kinda funny,” she said quietly, aiming her voice at Jensen.

He looked up from his phone and peered over at Chace. “Yeah. I think he likes you.”

Y/N jolted. “What? No. Nah.”

Through a break in the line, Chace called to Y/N.

“Psst…”

She turned just in time to get a face full of khaki covered ass. “Ugh. What?”

Around the backside, Chace tried to find her. “Come sit with me.”

“What?”

A toddler pranced passed, stopping to wave at Y/N who smiled and waved back.

“Come sit with me,” he said again over the child’s head. “The window seat’s empty.”

Y/N shook her head. “No way. I’m fine here, thanks.”

Only slightly defeated, he slumped back in his seat. “I’ll just have to shout across the aisle the whole time then.”

“Sucks for you, then,” Y/N called back, twisting her neck to see around a pair of gray sweat pants.

“Don’t leave me here all alone, Y/N…”

Her name rolling off of his tongue was like honey dripping down her body and Y/N took a slow, deep breath, ignoring the tingling it invoked.

“Sorry, Charlie. I’m quite comfy in my own seat.”

A portly man in baggy jeans squished by.

“It’s Chace.”

Y/N hummed in question. “What’s that?”

The procession ceased and Y/N found him staring again, bright eyes locked to her face, smile soft and inviting.

“My name.”

He rested his head against the seat, pressed his elbow on the armrest, watching her intently.

“Oh? Sorry,” she lied, trying to knock him off his path. “I forgot.”

He grinned and looked away, settling in for the long ride. “Yeah,” he whispered. “I bet you did.”

The flight was mostly uneventful.

Jensen napped for a good portion of the journey, the brim of his cap turned down over his eyes like some modern Indiana Jones. Y/N tried to read but Chace was persistent, and they chatted on and off for most of the ride.

Y/N found that she really did enjoy his obvious interest, but she played it cool, not wanting to come off like some crazed fan. After a few months following Jensen around, she knew how to keep the excitement inside when meeting famous folk. She didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. After a few hours, he seemed just like a normal guy anyway, so it was easy to keep herself together.

Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific, a bout of turbulence rocked the airplane so harshly that Y/N thought she would soon meet God. Her knuckles blanched on the armrest and her jaw clenched so tightly that her teeth began to hurt. She held her breath, eyes screwed shut, and prayed that the end would come quickly. If she was going to die, she’d rather get it over with before they crashed into the sea.

When the rumbling calmed, she unclenched herself enough to realize that sometime during her panic, Chace had reached for her, and their hands were clasped tightly across the aisle. She exhaled slowly and fell deep into the knowledge that he’d helped her through the worst of it. His palm was big and warm, his long fingers were soft and wrapped around hers a little too perfectly.

Embarrassed, she pulled away and adjusted herself, smoothing down her shirt and fiddling with her hair.

“You really are a nervous flyer,” he joked, sitting back.

Y/N wanted to scream but she swallowed it down. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Chace shook her apology away. “Don’t mention it. Glad I could help.”

Me too…

He seemed so sweet, so adorably genuine and kind, but Y/N wasn’t interested in anything but doing her job. She smiled back and sighed.

He is really hot though…

Jensen woke himself with a loud snuffled snore and sat up, looking around with blurry eyes. “What’d I miss?”

Y/N had everything arranged for their arrival. She’d ordered a car - a nice, nondescript yet very fancy black Navigator, pre-checked in at the hotel, and even had a welcome basket with local treats set up in Jensen’s suite. Everything was going to be perfect. She was nailing their first trip.

Well, maybe not nailing it. Still doing a pretty good job. An OK job at the very least. She would have been doing better had Chace not insisted on hitching a ride from the airport with them, squishing himself into the seat next to her, and basically following her every move. ‘Hey, we’re all going to the same place, right?’ he’d said, eyes forever undoing the buttons on her blouse.

Jensen didn’t seem to mind, enjoying catching up with his former costar, but Y/N was a tad annoyed. She had to make things perfect for Jensen; that was the entire reason she was there. He didn’t really need an assistant anyway, not the way some actors did. She was basically a glorified gofer, forever fetching him coffee and organizing his scripts, sorting his mail, answering his mail, and making sure he got where he was going on schedule. Between her nerves and basic clumsiness, she was sure she was close to losing his patience and her job. Things needed to go well.

The hotel was simply breathtaking. Somewhere between the gorgeous surroundings and beautiful guests, Y/N felt a little lost. She felt underdressed and out of place, but did her best to focus on her job. She stood in the humid heat of mid-day and flagged down a bellhop, oversaw the distribution of luggage from the car, and handled the tip. Inside, she quickly got their room keys, made sure everything was in order, and waved Jensen down in the lobby.

He and Chace had been found out by a gaggle of fans, and she stood back for a moment while they graciously smiled for a few selfies.

“I can’t imagine ever getting used to that,” she commented when the young girls had moved on.

Jensen shrugged. “Part of the job. I don’t mind.”

Chace’s gaze was back on Y/N, seemingly enthralled by her every word and fluttering, nervous movements.

You’re gonna burn a hole in me, dude…

“Anyway,” Y/N shuffled the keys in her hand and gave Jensen his. “You’re in Suite 408. I made sure you have a balcony with an ocean view. I’m in 207, but my phone is always on, as you know. I made you dinner reservations at nine in the lounge, I hope that’s OK. If not, I can always change it. Um… pool is open till midnight, there’s a private gym on your floor… what else? It’s noon here so… a little after four in Austin if you want to call home, but I think JJ is at a birthday party this evening, so they may have already left. I can text Marie and find out if-”

Per usual, Jensen held up a gentle hand and gestured for Y/N to take a breath.

“You’re awesome,” he said simply. “Everything’s great. Thank you.”

Y/N held her breath for a quick moment and exhaled slowly. “Thank you.”

Dipping his chin, he looked her in the eyes and smiled. “Go take a break. I don’t need you for the rest of the day. Sunday is yours.”

She hesitated, but then nodded. “Thanks, Jensen.”

He was gone with a wave, making his way to the elevators as a posh looking bellhop followed behind.

Y/N had just about caught her breath when she remembered her shadow was still lurking. Chace leaned on his rolling suitcase handle and grinned.

“So here we are,” he said, “two strangers in paradise…”

Oh dammit, why me?

“Here we are,” she agreed, nervously chewing at her lip.

He took a step and her stomach tightened.

Gosh, he’s pretty…

“Wanna come see my room?”

She nearly choked on her shock. “What?” A laugh overtook her and Chace backed away slowly. “Are you serious? We just met and I do not know you. I’m not gonna go check out your room, dude. Gross.”

Realizing his misstep, Chace held up his palms in surrender and looked contrite. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant-”

Y/N shook her head and stepped around him, escaping quickly. “I know what you meant. And… honestly… no.”

She left him there in the middle of the lobby looking like a lost little boy, blue eyes wide with obvious sadness, flip flops frozen on the polished tile floor.

Trying to save face, he waved a farewell and called out to her. “OK! Maybe later then! I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other!”

Y/N refused to turn back, hiding her smile and sticking to her guns. But still, when the elevator doors began to close, she caught his eye and felt the sparks of something passing between them.

It was only a few seconds, but it was undeniable and Y/N sighed heavily.

Well… shit.

It was a humid heat, so much so that stepping out of the safety of the enclosed hotel provoked a line of sweat to instantly trickle down her spine.

Y/N shuddered at the feeling and adjusted her sunglasses, hiding her precious eyes from the blazing sun. There was a slight breeze and it blew through the palm trees with majestic grace, but brought more hot air, so Y/N made her way to the pool, determined to try and relax just a little bit.

She sat in a lounger and stretched out in the sun, feeling good. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of sunscreen and tropical air, a hint of chlorine from the water and Chace’s heavy cologne.

Chace’s cologne?

Quickly, she sat up and popped her eyes open, finding the man standing to her left, casting a cooling shadow over her. He had changed into bright swim trunks and a tight fitting white tee, and held two frozen drinks in his big hands. Giant sunglasses hid his eyes but Y/N could feel his stare all the same.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, looking up into the halo around him.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” he said, taking a seat on the lounger next to her. “Brought you a pina colada.” He held out the drink in his right hand and Y/N cringed at it, cocking a brow.

“I don’t do coconut, sorry,” she lied, turning her nose up at the offering.

Chace tongued his cheek and laughed. “Guess it’s a good thing this is a Mai Tai then.”

Annoyed but stuck, Y/N sighed and took the drink. “You have an answer for most things, don’t you?”

He grinned and laid back, kicking his feet up onto the chair. “Usually.”

So cute… I mean, smug. Smug! So smug… and cute. Damnit.

“Enjoying yourself so far?”

Y/N settled back and took a sip. “Yeah. I mean, I guess. Little tired.”

“How’s your room?”

She huffed in annoyance.

He laughed.

“I don’t mean like that,” he told her, shaking his head. “I’m just being polite.”

Y/N softened and smiled. “Room’s good. Yours?”

A smirk lit his lips. “I could show you, if you’re interested…”

She would have smacked him if she could reach, but that would have just pushed him onward. She rolled her eyes instead.

“You’re just so cool, aren’t you?”

Chace shrugged. “When I need to be.”

The drink was cold and Y/N ran the rim across her lips, enjoying the cool bite. Chace lowered his glasses to the edge of his nose so he could watch, blatantly in awe of her.

When she caught him, he jolted back into place and cleared his throat.

“So… been working for Ackles long?” he asked, hoping she would ignore his staring and the way it made him shift and adjust his shorts.

“Not really. Few weeks now. It’s really… he’s great. He’s just the nicest, most genuine, awesome guy. I’m really lucky.”

Chace raised a brow. “You’re not giving an interview, ya know. Tell me how you really feel. I won’t rat on you.”

Y/N scoffed. “It’s true! He’s really just… overall, I mean… I have no complaints. He probably has many, but he’s so sweet. It’s a great job.”

“Getting up at the crack of dawn to mix the guy’s protein shakes and make his coffee is a great job?”

“Well, I mean… could be worse.”

“Does he make ya fold his socks too?”

Y/N pursed her lips. “He packs himself, thank you.”

“Mhm…”

“Honestly, I don’t even really know why I’m here. He barely needs me at home, this is just… I don’t know.”

“Maybe he thought you could use a break.” Chace took a sip and then let the straw dangle on his bottom lip. “He is a nice guy, after all…”

His words made it into her head, but Y/N was distracted by the straw and the way it stuck to his lip. As she stared, he reached for it with his tongue and she squeezed her thighs together, overly intrigued.

Damn… Don’t look at his tongue, what are you doing! Stop that!

“Maybe, yeah…” she answered finally, prying her eyes away from his mouth. “Anyway, it’s a lovely hotel and I’m sure it’ll be a great week. If you’ll excuse me…”

She stood up too quickly and nearly tipped over. Chace was quick to catch her, standing as she did and holding her steady with a gentle hand on her arm.

His touch burned her skin in the best way but she panicked and tore away from him, turning back to the hotel.

“You don’t have to run off…”

I really do. Oh boy, do I…

Flustered, she waved him off. “Yeah. It’s… I’m sorry. I need to go make some calls before it gets too late back home.”

Chace pouted and her heart skipped a beat.

Don’t you dare use that lip at me like that… holy…

“Screw the phone calls. Stay. Take a swim with me.”

The idea of seeing him in the pool, of watching the water bead off of his naked chest and run down those big arms had Y/N squirming again. She clenched hard and exhaled quickly, shaking her head.

“You gotta stop trying to get me alone, dude. Not gonna happen.”

“Alone?” He laughed. “The pool’s full of people. We’re surrounded.”

She squared her shoulders. “You know what I mean. Goodbye.” Spinning on her heel, she walked off, desperate to stop the throbbing between her thighs.

Chace once again stood alone and rejected, waving her off with a smile. “Can’t blame a guy for tryin’.”

Golf, it turned out, was boring as shit. Standing in the hot tropical sun silently watching a bunch of celebrities, even beautiful ones, golf was even more so. Y/N spent most of each day hiding in what little shade there was and mindlessly nibbling on the refreshments as they cycled past.

Still, she kept her eyes on Jensen, cheering when appropriate, bringing him iced water when he waved her over. He was having a blast, and unfortunately, so was his buddy.

Chase was radiant in the bright sunshine, smiling, joking around with fans, carrying on like a fool. It was hard to keep her gaze off of him, hard to stop imagining what the flexing muscles of his arms would feel like wrapped around her back as they rolled beneath cool sheets in her room.

More than a few times, Jensen caught her staring off in Chace’s general direction and had to snap her back into reality.

“You ready?”

Y/N sighed happily at the image in her head, completely lost to the idea of naked body surfing beneath a full moon with a certain someone.

Jensen snapped his fingers in front of her eyes and Y/N jumped, nearly spilling the tall glass of water in her hand.

“Holy!”

“Hey… sorry.” Jensen took a step back and laughed. “You were zoned way out. You OK?”

Y/N shook herself and tore her eyes away from Chace so was sauntering into the viewer’s tent, close enough now that she would see the sweat on his thick neck.

Jensen. Jensen. Focus on your boss.

She cleared her throat. “Yep. Sorry. Just a little… It’s hot out here, isn’t it? I’m not used to the heat.”

Cautiously, Jensen held out his hand, palm turned inwards, and reached for her forehead. Y/N laughed gently as he tested her temperature, looking like a true dad.

“Yeah, you’re really warm,” he commented, eyes narrowed on her, investigating. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”

“I’m sure I’m fine,” she said with a smile. “It’s just a thousand degrees out here.”

And your friend is making me dizzy…

“Still. We’ll go relax tonight, yeah?” Jensen set his hand on her shoulder and pushed gently towards the exit. She turned and let him lead the way.

“Leaving so soon?”

Blue eyes caught every ounce of her attention and Y/N nearly tripped over her sandals. She stumbled and Chace steadied her once again; his cat-like reflexes on display, adding fuel to her daydreams.

“Whoa…”

He laughed and Y/N gasped, pulling away to stand up on her own.

“Sorry.” Her cheeks burned and not from the sun.

Chace grinned. “You keep falling into me. Can’t say I hate it.”

Y/N tried to roll her eyes in annoyance but it was hard to pretend. The top of his nose was a little sunburnt and she couldn’t stop staring.

“Yeah, well, maybe you’re just in my way a lot,” she said finally, huffing a bit at the end.

In my way… in my dream last night… damnit go away.

A flick of pink tongue against chapped lips made her knees weak.

“Maybe I am…”

Jensen cleared his throat behind them and Y/N nearly had a heart attack. He was smiling when she looked back, but the nerves over her job were once more getting the best of her.

“Sorry. Right. Um-” She looked to Chace and offered an awkward wave. “Bye.”

Chace was taken aback, shifting to full height. “Bye?” He looked at Jensen and then back at Y/N. “Thought we were all grabbing dinner tonight.”

“Dinner?” Y/N echoed.

Jensen affirmed. “Yeah, why not?”

There is no way you can maintain any semblance of professionalism while watching that man eat… Damn.

Y/N stammered, looking for a viable excuse. “Well… I mean. I’m not- I’m not feeling too great. I think I’ll just grab something and eat in my room if that’s OK. You guys go have fun. I’m not… yeah, I- I can’t really… um…”

Jensen cocked a brow and glared down at her. “No. You’re coming. End of discussion.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Chace chimed in, offering Y/N his arm. “Boss man insists.”

For a moment, Y/N considered breaking out into a run, but it really was very hot and the tiny finger sandwiches she’d been picking on all day hadn’t quite filled her up. Also, Chace was looking at her with the sweetest, possibly most endearing puppy dog eyes she’d ever seen.

He’s the devil. Stay away.

With a sigh, she relented and slipped her hand into the crook of his arm, instantly regretting the intimate touch.

God, he’s… firm…

“That’s better.” Jensen clapped a hand on each of their backs and gave a little shove. “Hurry up, I’m starving.”

Table for three underneath a canopy of giant leaves and fairy lights, with the ocean one side and the gorgeous hotel on the other. The breeze was warm and the candlelight mesmerizing as it danced along Chace’s face, forever highlighting a new spot for Y/N to lock into and become slightly obsessed over.

Jensen kept the conversation light and flowing, but Y/N could barely pay attention. She was stuck in a deep ocean of beautiful blue eyes and a smirk that made her thighs clench each time she saw it. She was falling hard, and rather annoyed by it.

Whenever Chace took a chance, she shot it down. Each time he tried to make her laugh, she rolled her eyes. Every time she caught him staring her heart would nearly explode, beating much too fast.

They’d spent sunset with a bottle of very expensive red wine that Jensen insisted upon, and tongues were slowly loosening. As the sky darkened, they switched to rum and Y/N felt as if she were floating above the table, staring down at a dream.

She finally gave in and laughed a little, smiled more freely, gave in to the flirting and gentle prodding. It wasn’t half bad, even if playing hard to get was way more fun.

Chace stuck the end of a crab leg between his teeth and sucked hard, slurping out whatever meat was left.

Y/N laughed around a bite of salmon. “Sure you wouldn’t prefer the octopus?”

Shocked, his eyes widened and he dropped the shell. “You do watch the show! I knew it.”

Biting her lip, Y/N shrugged. “Maybe…”

Jensen laughed and blew up her spot. “Don’t let her fool you, she’s seen it all. And read ahead in scripts, and commented on everything. She’s great.”

Embarrassed, she hid her eyes. “Whatever…”

Chace leaned in and grabbed his drink. “Here I was thinking you had no idea who I was…”

Y/N mirrored him, leaning over just enough to give him a view down her top. “Didn’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’d hate to make anyone uncomfortable… thinking I was a fan or something.”

He rolled the rim of his glass over his bottom lip, narrowing his eyes at her. “So you’re not?”

Y/N licked her lip slowly and lifted her glass. “Not yet…”

Waves crashed upon the shore and a warm silence cascaded over the table as Y/N and Chace fell deeper into each other’s gaze. She took a sip of rum and felt the heat travel through her system, flooding her with a hazy arousal that was both exciting and relaxing. She licked her lip, chasing an errant drop of liquor and laughed gently as Chace’s jaw dropped in awe.

Feeling rather left out, Jensen clicked his tongue.

“Should I leave you two alone?” he asked, knocking back the rest of his drink.

Quickly, Y/N shook herself and let the spell break. She sat up straight and grabbed her napkin, dabbing her mouth and tossing herself back into reality.

“Um… what?” She laughed, hoping to distract from her behavior. “No! Don’t be silly.”

Jensen rolled his eyes but smiled kindly, and Chace sucked his teeth, leaning back.

“All the same,” Jensen said, pushing his chair away from the table, “I think I’m gonna hit the hay. My arms are killin’ me.”

Y/N stood with him. “Oh. Well, I can run and get you some Advil if you need or-”

Jensen waved her off. “Please. Stay and have dessert. I’m fine. Just tired.”

Oh sweet Lord, Jensen don’t leave me alone with him…

“Are you sure?”

“I am.” Dropping his napkin on the table, he nodded at Chace and then smiled at Y/N. “You two have fun.”

Chace grinned. “I’m sure we will.”

Oh crap.

Y/N swallowed hard. “Well… good night, then.”

Jensen was gone too quickly and Y/N watched him leave like a child being left alone in a department store. Or, more like a candy shop. There was too much temptation at the table.

The temptation scooted his chair in and motioned to their waiter. “Want another round?”

Y/N sighed and sat, giving herself over to the situation. “Yeah. Sure.”

Two more drinks appeared and a stillness settled around them. The sun had gone entirely and the hotel lit up with torches and artificial lights tucked away into the flora.

“Nice night.”

Y/N nodded. “Very. I like smelling the ocean like this. It’s… fresh.”

“Don’t get out to the beach much back home?”

She sighed. “Nah. Too busy. Also, the waters I’m around aren’t like this. This is clean and blue, not some gray-green sludge with no movement. This is perfect.”

His eyes fell across her face and she could feel her cheeks burn.

“It is pretty perfect,” he whispered, lips tipping the rim of his glass.

Oh, I am in big trouble.

She cleared her throat and looked away at an older couple across the restaurant. They were holding hands over the table and whispering to each other, truly in love.

“What about you? You get to the beach a lot?”

Chace shrugged. “I try. Filming in Canada takes me away from the sand, but I get back to it when I can.”

“Is it nice up there at least?”

“You’ve never been to Toronto?”

Y/N shook her head.

“Well, you should come up with Jensen next time he’s filming with us.”

I really should… I bet your costume is super tight in person…

The rum tickled her tongue.

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“So indecisive…” He chewed the corner of his mouth and eyed her closely over the candles.

“No,” she answered, desperate not to think about his teeth grazing her skin. “Just…”

“Coy?”

“Perhaps.” She took another sip and looked up from beneath her lashes. “Is it working?”

Chace blushed and shifted in his seat. “Uh, yeah. A lot, actually.”

The alcohol was making her too confident, too easily flirtatious and she set her glass down. The moon was bright and she looked out at the ocean, marveling at the glossy sheen it cast over the waves.

“So beautiful,” Chace whispered.

She nodded and then looked back to find him staring not at the waves, not at the moon, but at her. Her stomach tightened and her pulse quickened.

“You’re looking the wrong way,” she teased.

He shook his head slowly. “I’m really not.”

Do not fall in love with him. Absolutely out of the question.

Without realizing it, Y/N was leaning in, caught for the thousandth time in his gaze, wanting to be closer.

The flames flickered in his eyes as Chace pushed in close.

Time slowed down, the Earth spun a little bit slower beneath them.

Y/N smiled and batted her lashes.

Chace licked his lips slowly.

She sighed.

“Do you hear music suddenly?”

He laughed softly and nodded towards the stage. A large man in a pink floral shirt was plucking away at a ukulele.

Y/N rolled her eyes at herself and laughed. “Oh, I thought maybe it was you.”

Chace pushed up out of his chair and leaned all the way over, stopping just before their lips met. His eyes fluttered closed, his breath passed over her lips like the warm evening breeze.

Y/N held her breath.

Do it. Kiss me. Please.

She closed her eyes.

Wait. No! No, no.

Panic flooded her system and she jerked away. “Oh! Um…” Still fleeing, she stood up, nearly knocking her chair over. “I’m uh-”

Frozen mid-attack, Chace looked up, brows knitted and confused. “You OK?”

No, I’m an idiot. Damnit.

“Um…” She looked around quickly, desperate for an escape or reason. There was nothing on the wind but coconut and petals, nothing in the sky but stars and streaks of light gray clouds. Nothing that would help her.

Chace sighed and stood up, backing off. “It’s OK.” He cleared his throat and smoothed his shirt down over his stomach, readjusting himself.

Y/N’s stomach ached in the worst way. Everything was colliding inside and she hated herself for pulling away.

Fix this. Now.

She sucked in a breath of courage and downed the rest of her drink in one swallow. “Come walk with me,” she said, grabbing his hand.

He went without hesitation, laughing as she nearly dragged him from the restaurant onto the sand.

The beach was empty and they walked hand in hand for a long while, comfortably silent. His hand was warm and big and she felt calmer the farther they walked.

With the hotel in the distance and low tide nipping at their toes, Y/N stopped suddenly and turned. She went up on her toes and reached for him, pulling him down into a soft kiss that made his breath push out in a gentle moan.

His eyes fluttered open when she let go.

“What was that?” His voice cracked and he shook himself as if waking from a dream.

Oh, no…

Doubt filled her head. “A kiss?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I know that, but-”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N stepped away, shoes sinking deep into the dryer sand. “I thought- I mean- I shouldn’t have assumed. It’s just that- Damn it, I’m sorry.” She spun towards the hotel, skirt whipping in the wind. “I’m sorry.”

Chace caught her arm, halting her escape and drawing her back to him. “Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

Her smile returned. “It’s not?”

“Are you kidding?”

He turned to meet her face to face and wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her close. Their bodies touched and her heart skipped. He was warm and hard and felt like magic against her.

“I’ve been trying to get you alone since the moment we met,” he confessed. “I can’t stop thinking about you. All day, every day. I can’t even focus on the game. All I think about is laying you down and… showing you just how beautiful you are.”

Swoon…

“You can’t be serious,” she laughed, every inch of her heating up.

His hand splayed across the small of her back as he dipped his chin. “I am. You keep reeling me in and then pushing me away. I’m goin’ a bit crazy here, Y/N…”

Her heart was racing, breath scarce as she looked up into his handsome face. “I’m reeling? You’ve been hitting on me all week.”

He shrugged. “Still. You keep saying no.”

Y/N sighed. “I just really need to focus on my job and I feel like I’m getting everything wrong and pissing Jensen off and I just-”

Chace shook his head and grinned. “Not likely.”

“What?”

“You really think his arms are hurting? Or maybe he was just giving us some time to get to know one another…”

That sneaky jerk…

His fingers tensed on her back and she melted into him, leaning forward a little more.

“So, you wanna try this again?” he asked, left hand lifting to caress her cheek.

More than anything, you charming son of a…

Y/N bit her lip and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”

Please…

Chace smirked and tipped his head to the side, aiming for her sweet lips. “I knew I’d wear you down…”

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐔𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader x Scotty Moore

Word count: 6,3K

Summary: It wasn't the first time you played Truth or Dare while intoxicated with your two closest friends, but things had never gone this far.

Warning(s): pretty much porn without plot, alcohol consumption, strong language, kind of subby!elvis, sub and dom dynamics are not extremely present in this tho, scotty and elvis making out, smut; MMF threesome, oral (f. and m. receiving, m/m if you squint), oral during penetration, fingering, anilingus (f. receiving), swallowing, facial, unprotected sex. probably missed a few, but it's basically just three besties having a fuck fest bc why not.

A/N: this was requested forever ago but i finally had the inspiration to write it. hope this finds its way back to you, nonnie. enjoy! <3

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A dramatic sigh slipped past your lips as you stood in front of the sliding doors that led to the balcony, the pale bright moon hung high above the ocean that spread out in front of you just mere meters from the hotel you were currently staying at. You were aware that this wasn’t supposed to be a relaxing vacation but you were still bummed about the fact that you were not exploring Honolulu right now.

Elvis, being one of your closest friends, had invited you to come along with him to Hawaii since he was doing a show at the Honolulu Stadium. You had been overjoyed and didn’t even hesitate to accept the invitation, eager to get away from the cold air that was slowly but surely settling in Memphis seeing it was November.

You knew that you’d only spend one night in Hawaii, but still you couldn’t help but dream about lounging on the beach to soak up the sun or sip cocktails in the hotel bar – with an overprotective friend like Elvis, you knew that your dreams wouldn’t be fulfilled.

He wouldn’t let you wander outside on your own, because people often recognized you as part of his friend group.

“I’m bored,” you huffed as you folded your arms firmly against your chest, fighting the urge to stomp your foot on the floor to amp up the dramatics.

It was late, Elvis had just finished the show about an hour ago and he wasn’t really living up to his rockstar imagine as he lounged by the record player on the other side of the room, Scotty laying on the bed with an ash tray on his stomach and a thin cigar pressed in between his lips.

Scotty was your other close friend, the two of you hitting it off the second you were introduced to each other and even though you were far from a musician yourself, you liked to think you were part of the band. Bill was the only one who was missing, as he went straight to his own room and was probably snoring up a storm right now.

“Will you stop your naggin’? I’m tryin’ to listen to this,” Elvis pointed at the record that was spinning in the stereo next to him as you looked over your shoulder, making you roll your eyes as he held up his hand.

“I’m not naggin’,” you mumbled, tearing your eyes from the view and walking over to the bed instead, sitting next to Scotty’s feet.

“Your sighin’ is loud,” the guitarist on the bed grinned playfully at you, taking a drag from his cigar. You rolled your eyes once more, but didn’t stop the small laugh that was tickling in your throat from coming out.

“Well, I’m bored!” you exclaimed in frustration, letting yourself fall back on the bed with your legs dangling off the edge of it. Stretching your arms out above your head, you stared up at the ceiling with a pout. “We’re in Hawaii. I was hoping we’d have drinks after the show – you know, have fun. But you two act like a couple of old men, listening to your little records and smokin’ those smelly cigars,”

“We can’t go out and have fun because we either get mobbed by a bunch of folks or you pick fights with men twice your size,” Elvis scoffed in amusement, sinking down further on the armchair he was in, stretching his legs out in front of him. A laugh came from Scotty, who nodded in agreement which made you turn on your stomach and glare at him.

“That’s only because I have you two as my guard dogs so I know I’ll always win the fight, no matter what,” you smiled teasingly. When you’d have a few of those pretty colorful drinks, it was true that you lost your filter and picked fights with men who annoyed you – Elvis and Scotty were always there to throw the punches when needed so you were never really too worried about finding yourself in a situation that wasn’t safe.

Your two male companions didn’t always liked doing so, but they’d stick up for you without any questions asked. Even if you’d be in the wrong–which was usually the case–they would still choose your side. Bill was usually the one dragging you away from the situation, because in your drunk state you’d try and join the guys in their little rumble.

A harsh flat handed slap was landed on your ass, which made you yelp in surprise as you were quick to turn around and kick your leg out at Elvis who now stood at the end of the bed. He caught your ankle with ease, laughing at you.

“Don’t refer to me as your dog, spoiled little thing,”

It wasn’t weird for you and Elvis or Scotty to be touchy feely with each other. You trusted these men and considered them to be your best friends, something like brotherly figures so you weren’t surprised when Elvis let go of your ankle and laid himself fully on top of you, squashing you under his weight.

You laughed as you reached out a hand to Scotty, silently asking for help – he granted it to you by taking your hand and pulling you further up the bed, but Elvis moved right along with you, grinning confidently to himself because you were completely trapped.

“Someone’s gonna get huuurt,” Scotty sang as you managed to plant your hands against Elvis’ jaw, trying to push him off of you – it turned into a full on wrestling match, but Scotty knew you could never accept your losses and play fighting could get you to the point of actual frustration.

There had been a time where you kicked Elvis in the face because he wouldn’t stop tickling you and it ended with him having a nose bleed and a very bad mood.

Scotty did not want that to happen tonight.

“Yeah stop it, Elvis, you will get hurt,” you laughed as you planted your feet against his thighs, creating enough distance for you to crawl up the bed and sit next to Scotty. Elvis and you were out of breath, laughing as you could just see in his eyes that he wanted to have another go at you, but Scotty’s words stopped him.

“Let’s play a game before you murder each other,” the man next to you announced as he killed his cigar in the ash tray, putting it on the bedside table.

Elvis sat down on the foot of the bed, raising an eyebrow. “Well, someone has to go down to the lobby to ask for card games and it ain’t gonna be me,” he quickly said, pointing at you.

“No, I ain’t talkin’ about card games,” Scotty chuckled as he sat up straight in the bed and reached out for the phone. “Truth or Dare. We order some food and drinks, play like we always do,”

You moved to sit up on your knees, clapping excitedly as you immediately agreed to the idea. It was the most dull game in existence, but when playing with the right people, it could get juicy. With a few drinks in you, the game was the reason for the three of you knowing most of your deepest and darkest secrets. Or well, nastiest secrets.

Things that you would never ever tell anyone else, especially not a man, but you knew Scotty and Elvis would take your secrets to the grave, just like you’d do with theirs.

Elvis chuckled and agreed, allowing Scotty to order room service as he surprised you with another attack when you weren’t paying attention.

“Truth!” you told Scotty after he asked you to pick one, which made him let out a small huff as he took a big sip of his bottled beer.

You had been annoying them for the past couple of rounds, picking truth over and over again because both men were gradually getting tipsy and you just knew that their dares would be weird – you needed a few more drinks yourself before you went down that road.

“When was the last time you touched yourself?” he asked with wiggle of his eyebrows, both him and Elvis watching you like a hawk as they awaited your answer. You weren’t bothered by the question, because it wasn’t weird for the three of you to talk about sex, masturbation or whatever.

They’d tell you about their sexual adventures, whether that was alone or with another person, and you did the same.

“Last night,” you shrugged, popping a fry in your mouth.

Elvis’ eyebrows raised in surprise, looking down at you as you were laying on your stomach on the bed and he was sitting on the foot of it again with his legs crossed. “But you slept over at my house last night, in m-my bed..”

“Your point?”

Scotty let out a laugh, putting his beer down. “As if you’ve never jerked off while we were around,” Elvis looked at Scotty, grinning smugly as he chewed on some fries.

“Who knows? Maybe I did,” he sang mysteriously and you rolled your eyes, telling him you heard him jerking off in the shower plenty of times when you’d be staying over because the bathroom was right next his bedroom.

In the moment, you never said anything about it but during games like these, you loved to bring up the fact that you were very aware of these things.

The later it got, the more drinks were consumed and the crazier the questions and dares turned. The alcohol in your system was doing its job because you felt loose and definitely not bored anymore, not bothered by the fact that all three of you were now sitting on the bed in your underwear because you kept daring each other to take off pieces of clothing.

“I dare youuuu,” Elvis hummed, squinting his eyes a little as he looked at you in thought, trying to think of something for you to do. He had a few things on his mind and although you were tipsy yourself, he had no idea if you’d actually do the things he had in mind – but the beers he had got rid off his filter and the words rolled off his tongue before he could even stop himself, making Scotty widen his eyes. “To touch yourself while we watch,”

You chuckled as you quirked an eyebrow, putting the drink in your hand on the bedside table before you hooked your fingers under your panties, looking at the two men. “Only if you pick dare next when I ask you,” you bargained and Elvis and Scotty immediately nodded, not taking the risk of you backing out of what you were about to do.

Scotty moved down the foot of the bed along with Elvis, the both of them sitting there as if they were about to say prayer, excited eyes watching your movements. You giggled softly and pulled your panties down, discarding them somewhere next to you as you bit your lip. You might regret this whole thing tomorrow, but right now you just didn’t care. The drinks you had in the last few hours had gotten you turned on, as well as seeing your friends in nothing but their underwear.

They were good looking men and you were nothing but a mere human being with feelings and needs.

“Goddamn,” Scotty mumbled under his breath as he watched you shamelessly spread your legs in front of them, cute pedicured toes right in front of him and his friend.

Elvis’ hand found its home around your ankle, fingertips caressing your heated skin as both men watched the glistening slick of your arousal on your fingers as you slipped them through your folds.

“You two act like you never seen one before,” you laughed playfully, placing your other hand next to you on the bed.

“Well, not yours, honey. How’d you get so wet?” Elvis grinned as his teeth sunk into his lower lip, his hand itching to creep up your thigh and touch the pussy you were so shamelessly putting on display.

Scotty’s hand did what Elvis’ wanted to, slipping up the inside of your thigh but before he could reach where he wanted to, you swatted his hand away with a laugh. “That wasn’t the dare, Moore,” he pouted, chuckling softly as he decided to palm the flesh of your thigh instead. “This is what these mai tai’s do to me. Can’t help myself,” you told Elvis with a giggle, shrugging as your fingers found your clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive bud.

The moan that left your mouth caught the two men by surprise, but their pawing at your legs intensified immediately, a string of raspy curses rolling off their tongues.

“Fuckin’ hell. Bet she’s so tight,” Scotty pointed out to Elvis, talking about you as if you weren’t even in the room and surprisingly, that turned you on even more. Maybe you weren’t such a feminist as you liked to believe.

Elvis grinned as he watched your hole squeeze around nothing, muscles contrasting as your fingertips were rubbing at your clit faster.

“Put your finger inside,” he told you, nudging Scotty’s arm with his elbow, as if to say ‘watch this’. A smart and teasing remark was heavy on your mind, but you couldn’t get yourself to form the words so instead you did as he told you to and moved your hand down. Your finger slipped in easily with how turned on you were and you whimpered softly, your toes curling in the sheets at the way they were watching you so hungrily.

“Jesus Y/N,” Scotty laughed softly as you were pushing your own finger out because of how eagerly your muscles were squeezing in on it. “You want one of us to do it for ya?”

You immediately nodded your head at his question, because at this point you were so turned on that you didn’t care about the game anymore. You wanted more, wanted to feel their hands on you.

“Let’s see how much she can fit,” Elvis told Scotty with a smirk on his face, the one on the face of the guitarist just as smug. Just as devilish. It only added fuel to the fire that you felt licking at every inch of your skin, removing your own hand as Scotty’s hand ran up your thigh once more.

This time you didn’t stop him, gasping softly as he gathered your slick on his fingers before pushing one inside of you. You moaned as your eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, biting your lower lip. You couldn’t stop your hips from moving along to the pace of his finger, which was pumping in and out of you slowly but steadily.

“She’s fuckin’ tight, El,” Scotty laughed, your walls clenching around his digit as he spoke those words. Elvis laughed and leaned further up the bed, replacing his own finger with Scotty’s when the guitarist told him to. “Imagine feelin’ that around your cock,”

The two men laughed in unison, watching their fingers slip in and out of you as if they were working on the greatest science project. It shouldn’t even turn you on, because these were the guys that would fart in front of you and talked about fucking girls on the road as if you were one of the guys, but fuck… you weren’t even thinking about that right now.

They made sure you couldn’t, because as soon as Elvis added another finger and Scotty placed his hand flat on the mount of your pussy, thumb circling your clit, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore. Laying on your back now, your hands move into your own hair as moans that could put pornstars to shame rolled off your tongue. You could hear them mumbling to each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying and you didn’t care, trying not to writhe too much on the bed or accidentally kick them in your frantic state.

Pretty sure neither Elvis or Scotty could appreciate a nose bleed in this situation.

You didn’t know exactly how you got in your current position, the alcohol in your blood making your head spin, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

Elvis had his hands pressed against the back of your thighs, keeping your legs spread and bend upward a little as he was eagerly licking up your cunt, sucking on your clit softly as he looked up at you and Scotty was now on his side next to you. His boxershorts were down to his thighs, cock heavy in your hand as his hand engulfed your cheek, hungrily kissing you.

The sight made Elvis groan against your sensitive skin which caused you to moan in the guitarist’s mouth, your hand moving faster as your other managed to sneak its way into Elvis’ gelled hair to push him firmer against you.

You never actually had a threesome. You’ve slept with a few guys, but unfortunately they had all been selfish lovers.

They never took their time with you.

They never stayed down there as long as Elvis did and they never caressed your face so lovingly as Scotty did while moaning in your mouth. This was a whole new territory for you and while the two men talked about sex more often than you, they had never done this before either.

Especially not together and especially not with one of their closest female friends.

But your taste and touches were addicting and they couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Scotty was rutting himself into your first as his tongue explored your mouth, sucking and nipping at your tongue and lips, while Elvis’ grip on your thighs got stronger as he dipped his tongue into you as much as he could. Not caring that you were in a hotel room and Bill’s room was next door, you were moaning out your friends names, not knowing who to focus on as Scotty pulled your bra up, his hand immediately squeezing your breasts.

Elvis sneaked a third finger inside, looking up at you with a grin while sucking on your clit as he pumped them in a fast pace. Scotty pulled back from the kiss and smiled as he saw the pleasure written over your features, looking down at Elvis.

“EP,” he called out to his friend, landing a small smack against the side of the younger’s head, which made Elvis glare up at him. “Keepin’ all the good stuff to yourself, huh?”

Elvis raised his head, laughing as his lips were glossy with your slick and the sight made you clench around his fingers pathetically, moaning softly.

“I ain’t stopping you from comin’ down here,” the dark haired male in between your legs smirked and you let go of Scotty’s cock as he moved lower on the bed. You propped yourself up on the mattress by leaning on your elbows, biting your lip in anticipation as Elvis moved aside without taking his fingers out of you, giving Scotty enough space to get a taste.

“Let’s see if you taste just as sweet as you look,” Scotty winked at you as he leaned down, slipping his tongue through your wetness before flicking it against your clit. Elvis’ fingers kept up their pace, his wet lips trailing kisses up and down your thigh as Scotty moved one hand up your tummy to pinch your nipples in between his fingertips.

The feeling of having them both touch you, making you feel this good, made you feel as if you were floating. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, clawing at Scotty’s arm or tugging on Elvis’ hair. Still, you managed to open your eyes and look down at them – the sight of them both down there bringing out a side in you you never thought you had.

“T-Truth.. or d-dare?”

Elvis looked up at you, raising an eyebrow as he laughed softly. Scotty replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing at your clit slowly as he licked his lips.

“Dare,” he challenged you with a grin on his face. He was painfully turned on, ready for anything you’d throw his way.

“Kiss Elvis,” you dared, the thought of it making your heart skip for joy. The two men looked at each other, laughing awkwardly before Elvis pressed his cheek against your thigh. “W-Why? You scared?”

He didn’t miss the teasing tone in your voice and scoffed, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you which made you gasp. He chuckled and leaned on his elbow, focusing his eyes on his fingers moving in and out of you as a flush crept upon the back of his neck.

“I ain’t scared,” he huffed softly.

“Then kiss him!” you laughed, wiggling your eyebrows as he glared at you before looking at Scotty. The other shrugged, smiling.

Elvis knew he could decline. You’d probably pout about it, but he knew that it would all be playful – neither you or Scotty would be truly mad if he did not want to do this and things would continue on in the same direction they were going at. But Elvis was curious. He never kissed another guy and although he never questioned his sexuality seriously, he had fantasized about it before.

This might be his only chance to try.

“As long as it stays between us three, I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Scotty mumbled and Elvis gulped, letting out another awkward chuckle as he nodded.

You watched with wild and wide eyes as they leaned in closer to each other, heads slightly tilting before their lips touched. They were both hesitant at first but as they heard you curse and moan softly, their confidence resurfaced and they were so turned on themselves that they just didn’t care anymore. Elvis parted his lips to welcome Scotty’s tongue, groaning softly in the others mouth as he realised it wasn’t all too different from kissing a woman and that he liked it more than he’d ever admit. Their movements on you slowed down for a little bit but you did not mind at all, the sight in front of you making you squeeze Elvis’ fingers that were still buried inside of you firmly.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” you breathed, moving your hips backwards. A soft whine escaped your mouth as Elvis’ fingers slipped out of you and you quickly laid down on your tummy, intruding on their little moment.

They looked at you and grinned as you reached to Elvis to kiss him, Scotty’s lips attaching to your neck and shoulder as his hands found the clasp of your bra. He managed to flick it open in a few seconds, his hand caressing down your back and over your ass. You felt him move on the bed but were so enthralled by Elvis that you had no idea what he was up to until he grabbed your hips and pulled your ass backwards.

With a soft gasp, you pulled away from Elvis and lowered yourself on your elbows, looking over your shoulder at your friend.

“Didn’t get to have a proper taste,” he smirked as his hands slipped to your ass, spreading the cheeks to give him the view he didn’t realise he was craving so badly. You were so soaked that your arousal was staining the insides of your thighs and he could see a string of it connecting between your lips as you spread your legs a little bit more for him.

He was eager, but he was teasing because he loved how you’d moan and try and push yourself back to get his mouth where you needed it most. It felt like his lips and tongue were everywhere all at once but not on your most sensitive spot and Elvis laughed as you whined in annoyance, standing by the end of the bed in front of you. You turned to look at him with a glare which softened as soon as you saw he got rid of his boxershorts, his erection begging for attention as it was placed in front of your face.

“Stop bein’ so impatient and put that pretty mouth to good use,” he grinned down at you, his own hand wrapped around his cock as he caressed the leaking glans over your lips. You parted them immediately, swirling your tongue around him to catch some of his pre-cum on your tongue. He removed his hand so you could wrap yours around it instead and placed his hands on his hips, sticking them out a little bit as you assisted the blowjob you were giving him with your hand.

Finally, Scotty gave you what you wanted as he leaned down further and moved his lips from your ass cheeks to your pussy. He didn’t stay there very long though, making you let out a soft squeal around Elvis’ cock as he lapped his tongue over your other hole.

Elvis laughed and reached out to gather your hair together in a makeshift ponytail, keeping it out of your face. You were moaning around him because Scotty was eating out your ass as if it would be his last meal and it made Elvis grunt deeply, holding onto your hair firmly as he thrusted into your mouth a little.

“Keep goin’, Scotty. She fuckin’ likes that,” Elvis told his friend, who responded by gripping onto your ass even more roughly to keep your cheeks spread as his tongue rolled against your most sacred hole.

You’ve never been anally pleasured and even though you were happy that Scotty was the first one to do so, you couldn’t understand why you hadn’t done this before – this was absolute heaven.

He got sloppier with his actions, his tongue dipping down lower to drag it through your folds and back up in between your ass cheeks. When he wound his arm around your thighs and his fingers found your clit, you were an absolute goner. Your hand moved fast around Elvis’ cock and you could barely keep your breathing under control, tears stinging in your eyes as you felt your orgasm creeping in on you.

Both men could see it by the state you were in, but neither of them pulled away – Elvis chasing his own release and Scotty keeping you firmly pressed against his mouth as his tongue and fingers were equally as relentless.

You looked up at Elvis as he tugged on your hair harder, fully thrusting into your mouth now. “Fuck, yes, fuckin’.. take it, baby. Take it all,” he grunted almost animalistically as he painted your tongue white, warm strings of cum spurting against the back of your throat. You felt yourself coming undone as well, nearly choking on his cum that you had no choice but to swallow because he was still emptying himself in your mouth and his grip on your hair was too strong to pull back.

When he finally did pull back, you gasped for air and lowered your hips when Scotty moved away too - rolling around on your back to look at the man who gave you your first orgasm of the night.

“Definitely as sweet as you look,” the guitarist grinned, already crawling over to hover above you.

The two men were aware that you were not a rag doll that could be pulled in any kind of direction they pleased, but as you all steadied your breathing, Scotty laid beside you with his lips trailing kisses over your shoulder, his hand pushing your leg up. You immediately twisted your hips a little bit, making it easier for him to align himself at your entrance.

Elvis pouted as he laid on the other side of you, leaning on his elbow to look down at you. “Why does he get to go first?”

You laughed as you looked at him, running your hands through his messy hair as you kissed his lips once. “Because he’s the oldest,” you joked, gasping against Elvis’ lips as Scotty slowly pushed himself inside of you.

“That’s right,” he smirked from behind you, keeping his arm underneath your thigh to keep your leg up as he kissed your shoulder and the side of your face when you laid back in his arms. “You’re a tight little one, aren’t ya?” he mumbled in your ear, making your eyes roll in the back of your head as he softly thrusted into you.

Elvis grumbled as he moved down to kiss you again, grabbing one of your hands to move it to his cock. You laughed softly, kissing him back passionately as you wrapped your hand around his already semi hard-on. He moaned in your mouth, his hand squeezing at your breasts before he caressed it down your tummy and rubbed your clit at the same pace Scotty was thrusting into you.

Scotty’s hand was in your hair, fingertips pressing against your temple to turn your face to his. He immediately captured your lips in a heated kiss and you allowed yourself to get lost in it, the both of you not noticing the other male moving further down the bed until his fingers on your clit were replaced with his mouth.

You moaned as you looked down, Scotty mimicking your actions – the both of you were pleasantly surprised as Elvis’ mouth moved a little lower, tongue trailing over the shaft of Scotty’s cock that was now halfway inside of you because he kept still.

“Fuck, Elvis,” you grinned teasingly as he kissed and licked at your and Scotty’s connected bodies, half-lidded eyes looking up at the both of you. “Feels good, baby,”

The pet name made him more eager, glossy lips caressing up Scotty’s cock before wrapping them around your clit. The younger one had no idea what came over him and while it would’ve been easy to blame it on the alcohol, it really was because he was so freaking turned on, it was making him insatiable.

You planted your foot on Scotty’s thigh as he placed his foot flat on the bed to bend his leg a little, his arm moving up to let his calloused digits run over your nipples as he thrusted into you again, making sure Elvis still had enough room to move around down there. He moaned in your mouth as his cock accidentally slipped out of you and Elvis’ tongue came into contact with his cockhead.

The two men froze, Scotty slowly pulling away from the kiss to look down at Elvis. Elvis looked back, flushed cheeks, rutting his hips softly against the bed to create some friction between him and the sheets.

“Oh, please. It’s just us three,” you urged with a giggle lingering in the back of your throat, snaking one arm around Scotty’s neck to tangle your fingers in his hair. “My lips are sealed, guys,” you told them honestly, flashing Elvis a sweet smile. Scotty had already thrown caution to the wind, going back to kissing your neck hungrily – Elvis took it as a sign to continue. He trusted you both and he was too turned on to back out now.

He moved his hand up to push Scotty’s cock back into you, who moaned in your ear and thrusted into you. He picked up the pace a little, moving his hand from your chest to your neck as you moaned when Elvis spit on a string of saliva on your clit before spreading it anywhere he could reach with his tongue.

“I fuckin’ love your pussy,” Scotty breathed in your ear as he tried his best not to fuck you senseless, his hand moving from your neck, up your cheek and tangling in your hair. “Can’t believe I never fucked ya before, princess,”

You could barely answer him, his words going straight to your core as you clenched around him firmly to keep him trapped inside of you every time he thrusted forward. You turned your face to him, pressing your forehead against his as you moaned lewdly, moving one hand down to place it on the back of Elvis’ head.

“You n-never asked,” you joked at him, grinning while capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Elvis loved being one of the reasons for the both of you moaning like this, but he was painfully hard again and nearly humping the bed wasn’t doing much to grant him the pleasure he craved. He needed more and he needed it now.

He sat up on his knees, running his hands through his hair as he licked your arousal from his lips. “Wanna fuck her,” he whined softly and Scotty laughed, slowly pulling out of you.

“C’mere, impatient little thing,” you repeated his earlier words to him with a grin on your face, your arms reaching out to welcome him. You never expected Elvis to be submissive or whatsoever but you loved every second of it, cupping his face as he planted his hands next to your head while situating himself at your entrance.

He leaned his face down to yours, letting you kiss him lovingly as he pushed himself inside of you. He gasped in your mouth as he bottomed out in you, groaning lowly.

“Tight, ain’t she?” Scotty laughed from beside you, his fingers playing with your hair as it sprawled around you like a halo. Elvis pulled back from the kiss and looked at Scotty, shaking his head a little in amusement as he chuckled.

“Damn tight. I don’t know if I’m able to last long,” he told you as he found your eyes again, a small smirk lingering on his face. You didn’t know if he was serious but honestly you didn’t care – you just needed him to fuck the shit out of you.

“Fuck me already, Presley,” you sighed theatrically, rolling your eyes as you grinned. A laugh escaped him as he shut you right up when he started thrusting into you at a steady and firm pace, your moans mixing sinfully with the sound of your skins connecting.

With your cunt and mouth filled, you felt like a completely different person. Although you had always enjoyed sex, maybe more so than a girl should according to society, you never dared dream about the position you were in tonight. Scotty on his knees next to your head as he thrusted into your mouth and Elvis fucking you into the mattress as his fingertips dug into your hips.

The moans and whines that you hummed out around Scotty’s cock were sending chills down his spine and the sounds that came from them were downright sinful. You loved every single second of it.

Finding your clit with your own fingers, you rubbed at the little nub mercilessly as you breathed through your nose as much as you could. Elvis couldn’t stop himself as you were repeatedly clenching your muscles around him, his hips stuttering into you though before he came inside of you–which he so badly wanted–he was smart enough to pull out and empty himself all over your tummy with a string of cursed moans rolling off his tongue.

Scotty immediately pulled out of your mouth because of the sight and you could already see what he was planning to do. Quickly squeezing your eyes shut, you stuck your tongue out as you felt his cum land on your face and nowhere near your tongue – hearing a soft chuckle coming from him, something told you that was exactly his plan.

As Elvis dropped himself next to you on the bed, you carefully opened your eyes and glared at Scotty.

“A little warning next time is appreciated, thank you,” you scoffed playfully at him as he laid on your other side, catching his breath.

“Next time, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows once, which made you chuckle as you let yourself fall back down on the bed to lay in between them. You took the tissues Elvis got from his bedside table and wiped your face, laughing.

“I mean I’d be up for it, if you two are,”

Elvis rolled on his side, grinning softly at the sight of his sticky cum still on your stomach. “Only if you use a condom when fuckin’ anyone else,”

Scotty nodded in agreement and you scoffed, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Says the one who will fuck anything with a pair of legs and a beating heart,”

“I can’t help it that these girls throw ‘emselves at me!” he countered back and a grin spread across your face, raising your eyebrow as you looked at the singer next to you.

“I don’t think it’s just girls anymore,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows as you nudged Scotty’s arm.

Elvis was about to reach out to you to pin you on the bed but you were quick as you crawled to the end of the bed, jumping off it while laughing. He threw a pillow your way, which you dodged by stepping aside.

“I swear to God, Y/N.. if you tell anyone about this-“

“I won’t, Elvis! Jeez..” you giggled, placing your hands on the end of the bed to look at the two butt naked men in front of you. “There’s nothing wrong with bein’ a little gay, guys. Enjoy it while you’re at it,”

Scotty nearly choked on the cigar he lit, laughing loudly as Elvis threw another pillow your way, hitting you right in the face this time. You huffed and picked it up, wanting to throw it back until a loud bang came from the other side of the wall.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m tryin’ to sleep!” Bill’s voice rumbled in annoyance and you quickly threw the pillow at Elvis, crawling back in between them as you fell into a fit of hushed giggles.

It was safe to say that you no longer saw Elvis and Scotty as brotherly figures, but despite going at it like rabbits every chance you’d get, they’d always be your best friends. If anything, this little friends with benefits arrangement only made your bond grow stronger and you’d take that over selfish lovers that cared very little about you any day.

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