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simp4eshal · 17 days

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Ballroom

Count Vronsky x poc!reader/OC(Arabella Von Jaga) (but she's mostly reader i just felt more comfortable giving her a name)

warnings: obsessive behavior, angst ??, smut, yearning, fluff, lemme know if i forgot something

In the dimly lit study of his opulent manor, Count Vronsky paced restlessly. His eyes burned with an intensity that betrayed his turmoil of emotions. It had been months since he had last laid eyes on her, months of sleepless nights and restless days spent yearning for the touch of her skin, the taste of her lips. His heart ached with a longing so powerful it threatened to consume him whole. She was his obsession, his raison d'être, and he would stop at nothing to make her his. Her name was Arabella, and she was the only thing that mattered in his world.

He paused before a large mirror, running his fingers through his unruly hair, trying to tame the wild beast that had taken over his appearance. His once-handsome face now bore the telltale signs of his all-consuming passion: dark circles ringed his eyes, his skin was pale and sallow, and his muscles were taut with unspent energy. Even his once-elegant attire seemed to reflect his inner turmoil, wrinkled and askew.

He could no longer deny it; he was losing his grip on reality. His thoughts were consumed with her, and his actions had become increasingly desperate. He had tried to fill the void with other women, but it was futile. They were but pale imitations of the one he truly loved. Arabella was his sun, his moon, his stars, and without her, he was nothing but a shadow of his former self.

Determined to take matters into his own hands, Vronsky gathered his most trusted servants and issued a decree. He would hold a grand ball in her honor, an extravaganza the likes of which the kingdom had never seen. The invitations were to be sent out far and wide, to every corner of the land, inviting everyone who was anyone to attend. The catch was that the ball would be by invitation only, and the only invitation that truly mattered would be in Arabella's hands.

For weeks, Vronsky's servants worked tirelessly to prepare the manor for the event, transforming it into a veritable wonderland of opulence and excess. Intricate tapestries hung from the ceilings, gleaming chandeliers cast their warm light across polished marble floors, and towering floral arrangements adorned every available surface. A full orchestra was hired to play throughout the night, their haunting melodies weaving in and out of the revelry.

As the appointed day finally dawned, Vronsky paced anxiously before the grand entrance, his heart hammering in his chest. He had spared no expense, had left no stone unturned, and yet he couldn't help but feel that it wasn't enough. He longed for her to be there, to see the depth of his devotion, to feel the weight of his obsession.

Dusk fell, and the first guests began to arrive, their opulent attire casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the ballroom. Ladies in shimmering gowns and gentlemen in finely tailored suits mingled amidst the fountains of champagne, their laughter and conversation filling the air. The orchestra played on, the music swirling around them like a living thing, weaving a seductive spell that enraptured everyone within earshot.

Vrronsky paced restlessly, his gaze darting about the room, searching for any sign of her. His heart felt as though it were being squeezed in a vise, the anticipation almost unbearable. He had invited every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the kingdom, hoping that one of them might know where she was, might have heard a rumor or seen her somewhere. But so far, there was no sign of her.

Hours passed, and the ball reached its zenith. The guests, their appetites whetted by the endless feast and flowing champagne, had begun to let loose, dancing wildly to the orchestra's stirring melodies. Vrronsky, however, could not join in their revelry. His focus remained fixed on the grand entrance, willing it to swing open and reveal her.

As midnight approached, he grew desperate. He had to know if she would come, if she would accept his invitation. He spotted a servant hurrying across the ballroom and beckoned him over. The servant, out of breath from running, bowed low. "My lord, a messenger has arrived with a note for you." Vronsky snatched the envelope from the servant's trembling hand, his heart racing. With shaking fingers, he tore it open.

The note was brief, but it was all he needed to hear. In her delicate script, she had accepted his invitation, promising to attend the ball. He read it over and over again, the words losing their meaning as tears of relief and joy streamed down his face. He could feel the weight of his obsession lifting from his shoulders, a lightness in his chest that he hadn't experienced in years.

With renewed vigor, he rejoined the revelry, laughing and dancing with the other guests. He scarcely noticed the envious glances that were directed his way, for he was no longer concerned with the opinions of others. All that mattered was that she was coming, and soon she would be in his arms once more.

As the night wore on, the ball reached its climax. The orchestra struck up a new, haunting melody, and Vronsky could feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. He glanced at the grand entrance, willing it to swing open and reveal her. Suddenly, a hush fell over the crowd, and all eyes turned towards the entrance. There, framed by the doorway, stood Arabella, resplendent in a gown of shimmering emerald silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant chignon, revealing the long, dainty column of her neck. She held a single red rose in one hand, its thorns glinting in the candlelight.

Vronsky's heart skipped a beat as he saw her, and he felt a surge of relief wash over him. She had come. She had accepted his invitation. With a graceful smile, she glided across the ballroom, her eyes never leaving his. As she drew closer, he could see the love and devotion reflected in her gaze, and he knew that she felt it too. They met in the center of the room, and without a word, they began to dance.

The music seemed to fade into the background as they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. Their hands entwined, their fingers interlaced, and Vronsky felt as though he had found his anchor in the world once more. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and the sensation was intoxicating. She leaned into him, her cheek resting against his shoulder, and he could feel her breath hot against his skin.

The other dancers seemed to fade away, leaving them alone in their own private universe. Time itself seemed to lose all meaning as they moved together, lost in the music and in each other. Their every touch was electric, every movement full of promise and passion. They danced until the orchestra had finished its final song, until the ballroom was empty and the candles had all burned down to stubs.

Finally, with a deep sigh, Vronsky lowered Arabella back onto the parquet floor and stepped back, his heart racing. She looked up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and contentment, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and the heat of their embrace. "Thank you," she breathed, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "That was... that was perfect."

He smiled down at her, his eyes taking in every detail of her face. Her lips were still slightly parted, her eyes shining with a mix of passion and desire. "I love you," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from her forehead. "You are my world, my reason for living."

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, they stood there, lost in each other. Then, slowly, Vronsky bent down and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was tender at first, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths, before growing more passionate. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and he could feel her respond to his touch, her hips grinding against his.

With a groan, he swept her up into his arms, carrying her across the ballroom and into his private chambers. The candles flickered against the walls, casting soft shadows as he laid her down on the bed. She arched her back as he trailed his fingers down her neck and over her breasts, helpless and full of desire at the same time.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent as they tore off each other's clothes. Vronsky kicked off his shoes and shucked out of his trousers, revealing his aroused length. He positioned himself between her legs, feeling her hot, wet folds against his skin. With a growl, he pushed forward, burying himself inside her. She cried out in pleasure, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, driving deep inside her with each thrust.

Her body arched off the bed, meeting his each stroke with a grinding of their hips. Their sweat-slick skin slapped together in a rhythm that grew faster and more frenzied. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, and the candlelight flickered against the walls, casting shadows that danced across their entwined forms.

As they moved together, lost in the intensity of their passion, Vronsky felt a building pressure deep within him. His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate, as he struggled to find release. He felt her body tense beneath him, her muscles clenching tight around him, and with a hoarse cry, she shuddered violently in his arms. Her inner walls gripped him tight, and he felt himself spill inside her, his climax overwhelming him in a wave of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of her, their sweat-slick bodies sticking together, his weight pinning her down. For a moment, they lay there, catching their breath, their hearts racing. Then, slowly, Vronsky rolled off of her, their entwined limbs separating with reluctance. He looked down at Arabella, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving, and felt a surge of love and possession course through him.

"You are my everything," he murmured, trailing his fingers down her stomach and over her hip. "My reason for living, my reason for breathing. No matter what happens, I will always be yours."

Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at him. "And I will always be yours," she whispered, her voice still husky from their passion. "Forever."

Vronsky felt a shiver of possessiveness run down his spine at her words. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, and breathed in the sweet, feminine scent that clung to her skin. "You are mine, and I will never let you go," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "No one else will ever have you."

Their eyes locked, and he could see the heat of desire burning in her gaze. She reached up, tracing a finger down the line of his jaw, her touch sending shivers through his body. "I belong to you, Alexei" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I always have, and I always will."

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bookwyrminspiration · 6 months

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sometimes I remember how the magisterium series ended and get so angry i can't even think straight

#the magisterium #i was just reminded of it and. oh my god what the fuck was that #it was going SO strong up to like book 4 #and then??? SO many things out of left field #and undid one of the most important lessons of the book. in my opinion #which is that you can't bring someone back from the dead even if you can bring someone back from the dead #and that taking other peoples bodies to live on is actually not a great idea #fucking. what.#oh my god loathe the golden tower (final book) loathe loathe loathe loathe loathe #it just feels like there wasn't nearly enough time or effort put into it #it's just. HUH #pissed about it now #the thing where basically every evil person in the world was actually this one guy? moving between bodies?#fucking. so ridiculous #the one redeeming point of the book for me was aaron in calls head. even though I think aaron should've stayed dead #i can acknowledge the internal commentary and conversations were quite funny at times #but grrr grrr

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mqkoeyes · 4 months

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been thinking abt aaron warner lately......

#aaron warner #shatter me #unravel me #ignite me #god he is so........#i'm tearing up #BGNRBFBG NRNGMRMGNR #i'm normal #i promise #HE IS SO FUCJING DELICIOUS #bbg let me see those green eyes....#yeah i revisited the shatter me series recently and warner js making me FUCKING insane #almost choked and died on air #he's my wife #his obsession with juliette's trauma like.... i love his mind and the way it works...... grrr

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rawr-x33 · 1 year

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trigger warning aarons nipples 😕

acktual drawing under cut xox

#trigger warning aarons nipple #raaaaaaaaaaa wooof woof bark arf grrr #sorry guys #aphmau #aphmau mystreet #aphmau fanart #zane ro'meave #aaron lycan #mystreet #another backgroundless hit by me #RAAA TUMBLR TOKK MY QUALITY AWAY 😠

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housecatclawmarks · 5 months

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didn’t get the paws job):

#aaron says things #grrr.#i just need a win rn

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messenger-of-stupidity · 9 months

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As a bisexual with a raging hand fetish, when men, women, and everyone in between or outside of wear rings, it is something glorious.

But as much as I would adore every character wearing rings, I just don't personally believe they all do. Could they all pull it off? Abso-fucking-lutely.

But here's my opinions that no one asked for but people are getting regardless. Starting off strong with the Shaw Pack. (I'll do the listeners in part two)

David - I'm sorry but the only ring he wears and is going to wear is his engagement/wedding ring. No matter how much Angel wishes he would wear others.

Asher: no rings, but his nails are always manicured. He loves getting designs done. (Besides wedding ring ofc)

Milo - thumb rings. That's all I have to say. He wears a promise ring on his thumb since he doesn't want people to think he's married since he and Sweetheart agreed that marriage wasn't for them.

Christian - he likes wearing rings on his middle fingers and pinkies.

Arden - nah.

Amanda - she gives off bracelet vibes.

DAMN SQUAD (+ Cam) -

Gavin - he's got the rings that have chains to connect it to the bracelet. He knows he has nice hands and likes to accentuate it in whatever ways possible.

Lasko - he had a fidget ring on his thumb of his non dominant hand so whenever he is talking someone he can spin that bitch like a record player

Damien - I wanna say yes, but he wouldn't. The metal would take longer to cool off and it would just be a pain. He doesn't know when he's going to have high emotions that raise his temp.

Huxley - no. The rings would get dirty if he was digging in the dirt and he doesn't want to dirty them because that "like, not very cool to do ya know dude?"

Caelum - Freelancer once tied a piece of string around his finger and he shows it off everywhere he goes because it's his favorite piece of jewelry.

Cam - yes. He wears fidget rings but they only exist to gift to his more anxious charges so he can help them. It's easier to keep them on hand for when needed. (Haha get it?)

Sovereign-related storylines (+ Hush) -

Elliot - yes. I can't really explain why but he gives like twisted metal delicate ring vibes. He definitely has pinkie rings, if not others.

Blake - as much as I want to say yes because I adore him... No. he doesn't. 😭 He feels it would get in the way of him tracing the designs on his listeners skin. Plus if he's touching them, he doesn't want anything between him and them, rings included.

Avior - Yes. Very much yes. Yes bark bark grrr woof bark awoo

Vega - considering he doesn't really care for human materialism, I don't see him wearing rings. Unfortunately. Fingers crossed that Warden convinces him to.

Brachium - yet another I wish was true but he hasn't ever been to the mortal realm in person so he's never had the opportunity to try rings. I think he would look nice in them though. 👉👈

Hush - he seems to be having an interest in humanity, so I can see him exploring it. He figured out rope knots so he obviously been researching. So yeah, I could see him playing with rings.

Unempowered (+ Morgan for organization) -

Aaron - No he doesn't. I can't explain why but he doesn't give me that vibe.

Ollie - yes. But for one reason. Erik said Ollie is most like himself and Erik wears rings. (Does that make me simp for his hands? Perhaps. but that doesn't matter nor is it something I will ever put where he will see it.)

Guy - I'm going to say yes. He consistently takes them off and tries to use them as currency to Honey so he can have the hoodie. He takes them off before going to work since he works with his hands (ehhhn)

Ivan - sometimes. It's not a habitual wearing, but rather needs a reason.

Geordi - he used to. Then they felt like they weighed his hands down too much. He talks with his hands a lot, he's very expressive.

Morgan - No. Another that doesn't give me that vibe.

Vampires -

Vincent - Yes. He was the reason I made this post because I wanted to talk about how fucking amazing he would look in rings. 🤤🤤🤤

Sam - He doesn't seem much of a ring person for some reason. He would look good in one, especially when driving.

William - Yes. He likes to buy one at each turn of a half century. He has favorite ones he wears all the time. They have big jewels and are older than most vampires in his clan.

Adam - he only lost his head, not his hands. He was wearing spooooky rings when he died. (Plus he liked the way Lovely shuddered ever so slightly when the cold metal of his rings dug into their skin just before he bit them. ... God I'm a simp)

Quinn - yes. Just... Yes. He also had those full finger rings. The ones that have claw at the end, you know what I mean. He wears those to draw blood from his victims needlessly. It only serves to bring them pain. (I'm going to hell for this thirst)

Alexis - yes. It makes her feel superior to have pretty things.

Edit:

James - he only really wants to wear his wedding ring. He only wears other rings to make people believe all his rings are decoration and people don't go looking for his partner.

Marcus - no. I don't know why but no

Anton - also no. He could look nice in them though I think.

Brian - his wedding ring. That's it.

Xavier - before he died, he wore rings when he wasn't playing. He didn't mind the cold material.

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rjmartin11 · 1 year

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Five

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: THE TRUTH IS OUT! Let the chips fall where they may and let the smut follow. Mature audiences only. Viewer Discretion is advised. If you aren't 18 plus, don't interact.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Chapter Five! I see y'all screaming at with this one. I beg your forgiveness. If you like this story, send me a like and follow. If you want to be tagged in the next chapter, send me a message.

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Your mouth is on the floor. Your heart rate has accelerated, and you are frozen stuck to your booth. Your eyes haven't left Aaron since he appeared on stage. The same magnetic energy you felt when you met him fills the room. The audience feels it, too.

His leg is going a hundred miles an hour, and he starts to sing.

Well, that's alright, Mama

That alright for you

That's alright mama just anyway you do

Well, that's alright (that's alright)

That's alright (that's alright)

That's alright mama anyway you do!

The way he sings and how the band backs him up is astonishing. You're surprised by how soulful he sounds. In his voice, you hear rhythm, blues, country, and a hint of gospel. It's quite amazing, really.

You have seen firsthand how people react to him. Now, you see why he's so alluring, sensual, primal, and sexy. It does something to you.

You shake that thought away from your mind as embarrassment settles in. You feel made a fool of. You were with Elvis Presley the entire time. He lied to you, and now you want to know what was real and what wasn't.

Another waitress passes by you, and you stop her, asking for a drink. While you wait, Elvis is making jokes about how he started out in the business.

"When I started out singing. It was shaking. *shakes his body* Went on the Ed Sullivan Show, and he goes, "Hmm. Sum bitch." They decided to shoot me from the waist up. Don't let me get started on that tux. *chuckles* They had me singing to a Hound Dog, and the dog growls. *growls* I go grrr. They take the dog away to protect it from me."

You were trying not to laugh with the crowd, but he had a great sense of humor. A bit off beat, but everyone was so entuned with him. The waitress brings your drink, and you start to sip it in an attempt to wash your embarrassment away. Elvis speaks more about how he came to be an actor.

"They sent me out to Hollywood, and they got to do this film. My first film. Let's see if you remember this one."

Love me tender

Love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete and I love you so

Love me tender

Love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling, I love you, and I always will

The words to this song resonate with you somehow, and a single tear trickles down your cheek. You're moved by the words of this song. It's as if you feel your mother's presence. The way he sings this song makes your heart soar. This song doesn't just exist for lovers but for loved ones. You grin at that thought. Aaron... Elvis is miraculous and brilliant. In your heart, all is forgive. For a moment.

You haven't forgotten about all the screaming women in the lounge. You can barely hear Elvis on stage with the hoards of women yelling and shouting. "Elvis! Elvis!"

He gets to the edge of the stage and starts to bend down at the women at his feet. There's a pretty blonde that grabs his hand, and he kisses her on the lips. Your heart sinks.

He decides to go out in the crowd to be up close and personal with his fans. Women are running from all directions just to have a piece of him. Just one kiss, and that will make their life grand. They crowd all around him, and he's engulfed in a sea of women. He even passes your table, but you don't bother standing up, and he's not close enough to notice you.

The little green eyed monster of jealousy rears its ugly head. You were the woman who had all his attention, not even twelve hours ago. You sip on your glass, waiting for the waitress to return for your refill. You don't think you can make it to the midnight show if this is what you're in for.

"This next song is called Suspicious Minds."

We're cause in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much baby Why can't you see whatcha doing to me?

When you don't believe a word I'm saying?

We can't go on together with suspicious mind

Suspicious Minds (The Sweet Inspirations)

And we can't build our dreams on Suspicious Minds

The moment you want to leave, he plays another song that speaks to your soul. The words are so relatable and captivating. You can't help but be swept away by them and the way he moves. Him dancing to the music has you paralyzed. He thrusts and shimmies across the stage with glee! He's so comfortable up there in front of an audience. Although there were a few times you could have sworn, he was shaken. He seemed a bit nervous to be in front of a crowd. You almost want to act as silly as the women around you.

It's very close to ten thirty, and you have a feeling this is the last song of the show.

Wise man say only fool rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay would it be a sin

For I can't help falling in love with you

There he goes again, making your heart swoon. You don't know whether to be angry with him or not. Disappointed... maybe because he lied about who he is. How can you trust him again? You're more disappointed in yourself for putting your heart out there the way you did. You gave your virginity to the first guy who told you how beautiful they think you are.

There's a part of you that wants to run back upstairs and pack your bags for Atlanta. The other part of you is saying hear him out. See what he has to say to you. It can't be much to explain, but he made his bed, and he has to lay in it.

Joe comes back to your table and asks you to stay put for the next show. In the meantime, dinner's on Elvis. You are truly famished. If you got here sooner, you would have eaten before the first show.

You decide to order grilled chicken salad. It's clean so you don't ruin your clothing. The service is great. They treat you so well in fact you forget about all your worries. The next set of guests and fans come rolling in to take their seats. You already know what's in store. This time, you get to hear the entire set of the Sweet Inspirations. That brings you joy.

After the Sweet Inspirations finish up, you know it's only ten minutes until Aaron... Elvis reappears back on stage. You take a deep breath and sit back in your booth as the trumpets start once again.

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One hour and forty-five minutes later...

It was the exact same show with a few exceptions. Aaron... Elvis came out in another jumpsuit. A white V neck jumpsuit with silver buttons trailed down the opening, which showed off his chest. Though you hate to admit it, he was breathtaking. He came on stage with more confidence than before. He was still a bit shakey, but you just assumed that it was nervous energy.

His second performance was better than the first. Somehow, he even sounded better. He kissed the women again, and you realized it was a part of his act. He had to show them the love that they gave him. As much as it bothered you, you accepted it as it was. You were going to talk to him about it.

This time during I Can't Help Falling in Love, a handsome guy with brown curly hair came up to you. "Hey, are you Y/N?"

"Yes, sir, I am."

"I'm Jerry. I'm here to take you to the penthouse."

"Oh, okay." You grab your clutch and let Jerry escort you to the elevator to the penthouse.

Jerry breaks the silence by making small talk. "So, how'd you enjoy the shows?"

"This was my first Rock N Roll concert believe that or not. He is truly talented. How long have you worked for Elvis?"

"Oh, almost six years. But we grew together in Memphis. Kinda. I was in middle school when he was leaving high school and starting out big. In that sense, he's more like my big brother than my boss."

"Big brother? So he treats you well."

"Better than well. I mean, I live with him at Graceland. Me and a few of the Mafia guys."

"Mafia?"

"Yeah, the Memphis Mafia. It's about eleven of us. We watch out for E as body guards and security and what not."

"Oh." You look away from Jerry as the elevator door opens to the penthouse. You're nervous. You don't know if it's what Jerry just told you about the Memphis Mafia or that it's almost time to confront your lover. Jerry opens the door to the penthouse, and you are astonished by the suite. Will this man ever cease to amaze you?

"You can either wait here or in his room."

"I actually have to use the restroom. Where is it?"

"It's in the bedroom this way." Jerry leads you to the door and opens it for you like a true gentleman. "That door there leads to the restroom."

"Thank you, Jerry."

He nods at you as he shuts the door behind him. You jog towards the door, not realizing how badly you needed to use the restroom. After relieving yourself and washing your hands, you look yourself over in the mirror. You try to calm yourself down because you see yourself visibly shaking. You've never been great with confrontations. It keeps you silent and reserved most of the time.

You wet your face before heading back into the bedroom. You look around his bedroom and realize you could fit two and a half of your bedrooms in here. He has a bar, a television area with a sofa, a love seat, a baby grand piano, and a rather large bed. You don't want to think about how many conquests that have probably been in that bed, so you decide to sit on the love seat crossing your arms. It's quite chilly in his room, and you begin to rub your shoulders.

Maybe you should leave. What's the point of staying? He lied to you. Those bad thoughts plague your mind again.

You hear a commotion outside the door and get up to investigate. It sounds like a party. Before you touch the handle of the door, someone opens the door. It's him. He has a smile on his face, and you advert your eyes from him.

"Hi, baby." He says as if there's nothing wrong.

You look back in his direction without speaking a word. He steps toward you and you step back.

"You're mad with me."

"Mad doesn't cover it. I believe I'm furious. I feel like a fool." You say as hot tears sting your eyes.

"Please don't cry. I wasn't trying to make you out to be a fool or nothing like that."

"Why didn't you tell me you are Elvis Presley? Why didn't you tell me who you are?"

"I was planning on to tell you after."

"Who the hell is Aaron?"

"Aaron's my middle name." He says, trying to get close to you.

"Your middle name?"

"Yes, please let me explain." He asked. In your mind, there's never a good reason to lie. You really want to run and hide, but instead, you cross your arms and listen to his plea.

"I wanted to get to know you as a regular guy. Without all the glize and glam. I wanted you to see me as more than that singer on stage. The image that everyone sees in the papers. I swear I never lied to you. Though I didn't tell you my first name."

You wipe the tears furiously away from your eyes.

"I don't ever know what to call you."

"Call me whatever you want. I'll answer. Call me Elvis or Aaron. Call me yours."

Those butterflies that you felt in pit of your tummy have returned. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of winning you back so soon. You wanted him to sweat it out some more. He needed to earn you again.

"Y/N, baby, can I get you anything?" He asked.

You shake your head no, with your arms still crossed over your chest. He walks over to you to slowly and takes your hand.

"I think I should go." You say looking into is eyes testing yourself. You know if you look him in the eye any other time you'd stay and do whatever he asks.

"No, please don't go. Stay. We can just talk I promise." He says this with true sincerity never letting go of your hand.

You nod your head and he gives you a little smile. He walks you to the love seat to sit with him.

"Baby, are you sure I can't get to anything?"

"I'm fine, Elvis Aaron." You reply.

"Are you cold? You're shivering." He doesn't listen to you. He realizes that you're trying to pretend to be okay, but you are visibly shaking in front of him. You're cool to the touch. "I'm sorry, baby. I like it cold. I remember what it was like to not have an air conditioner." He grabs one of his robes and wraps it around your arms. You don't stop him. It's very comfortable and warm.

You sit in silence for a while and he grabs your hand again, placing a kiss on it. You will not give into him so quickly.

"Y/N, baby, I love the way you say my first and middle name together."

You glance at him and can't keep the smile off your face. You try to conceal it from him, but you see his smirk. He knows he's won you over again.

"Tell me what you thought about the show."

"When I wasn't mad with you, it was fantastic, but when I found myself angry with you it was good. You have a beautiful voice and the lyrics to your songs are incredible. I felt..."

"What? What did you feel?" He asked anxiously.

"I felt a connection between your words and my life. That Love Me Tender song reminded me of my mother. My angel. Then I felt you were singing directly to me with I Can't Help Falling in Love With You."

"Maybe I was."

"I lost all hope when I saw you making rounds to kiss all those women and girls though."

He closes his eyes and bows his head as if shame takes over him.

"I have to admit that I was jealous of them. Kissing the lips that I thought were mine to kiss."

He looks at you with longing and you see those long eyelashes of his flutter. "They are yours to kiss."

At that moment, you stopped breathing. He just took your words away. He eased his head to yours kissing your lips. You place your hands on his neck kissing him back. He's restoring your faith in him and making you breath again. You both take your time kissing each other. That virgin you were yesterday is truly gone. You know there's no need to rush.

You pull away from him in an attempt to catch your breath, but don't look him in the eyes.

"Baby, you still mad at me?"

You don't answer him. You just close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing. You grab a hold to the robe around your arms.

"Y/N, let me make it up to you."

"How?"

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Fifteen minutes later...

He wanted to show you a new position... in bed. It was similar to what you did in the shower this morning but less water and more stability.

He never ceasing to amaze you, he slid his cock into your dripping, heated core from behind. He caresses your breasts as you grip on a pillow for dear life. How does he come up with these positions? As you both work your way into a frenzy, you both moan in pleasure. This turns you on even more. How could you stay mad at him?

As he pushes himself in to you, these filthy thoughts fill your mind. He's brilliant. He's a fucking genius! A mad sexologist! He indeed is a king!

He kisses the back of your neck and whispers in your ear, "You feel is good. So warm. So wet. God, you're so fucking wet. Taking my cock so good."

He removes one of his hands from your breast slides it down your hip and thigh. Elvis then takes your thigh and pulls it back over his leg for more friction. The feeling is incredible. You're so aroused you touch yourself and swivel your hips into him.

"Elvis." You breathe out his name, and he grips you tighter as you moan deeper. Your sees roll in the back of your head, and you see stars orbit around you as you cum. You let out a cry as you cum all over him, and he gripped your waist tighter to escape into the pleasure you're in.

"Fucking Christ almighty!" He shouts and cums on your thighs and ass. You both just lay there for a moment, completely spent, trying to catch your breath.

He turns you over to face him, and he gives you a passionate kiss. You wrap your arms around him. Embracing him, you wrap your leg over his leg.

"You are incredible." He whispers to you, kissing your cheek.

You open your eyes and look at him. "Am I? Is this all you want from me?"

"No, I want all of you." He says, placing his hands on your face to look into your eyes.

You push his hands away from your face and sit up in the bed, covering yourself.

"I thought we were just going to talk?"

"Baby, we are talking."

"I have to go. I can't stay here." You jump out the bed looking for your dress and bra.

"Y/N, baby. Please stay." He says, jumping out the bed.

"No, Elvis Aaron. I can't stay. It was wrong of me to come here. It's wrong for me to be with you."

You ran out of his room without putting on your shoes. With him not being dressed at all, he couldn't stop you. You ran past the guys and out the penthouse door to the elevator. Thankfully, the door opened when you hit the button and you entered the car.

As the elevator sinks down to your floor, so goes your heart sinking in your chest. Why did you leave? Have you not forgiven him earlier? Why did you run away? Is it fear from the way Elvis makes you feel? In his arms, you feel beautiful, safe, and... loved. He makes you feel like you're the only girl in the room.

It's too soon! You just met him on Friday night. Why are you running from your feelings? Sure, you've had crushes on boys. None of them ever made you feel this way.

The elevator opens up to your floor, and you run to your door. When you enter your room, you slam the door, lock it, and run straight to the bathroom. You turn on the shower, lose your dress and bra, and jump in.

As you let the water rinse away your sex, you remember you left your lace panties in Elvis' room. It's too late now. You're not going back there anytime soon. You sob a bit as the water falls over your curls. You think surely he won't want you after this. You acted as a child, plus he got what he wanted from you. This is the end.

You exit out the shower and dry off. You don't look in the mirror, for shame has covered you in the worst way. You grab your robe and cover your body. You hug yourself.

You sit on the bed as the phone rings. You know it's him. You stare at the phone and just let ring. When it finally stops, you pick up the receiver and leave it off the hook.

How could you allow yourself to fall so fast? Your father would be disappointed in the woman you've become. Then you remember the opinion that mattered to you the most. Your mama. She would ask you how does he treat you. Is he kind? A real gentleman or snake in the grass? Does he make you feel valued and special?

"Yes, ma'am. He's the best guy, but I don't believe I'm the best girl."

"Why not? Y/N, you are magnificent. You have a beauty that radiates from the inside out. You have the strength to do anything in the world, and you of all are worthy of true love. Baby girl, don't be afraid to give your heart away."

"Yes, Mama." You shed tears over the conversation you would have with your mama. You curl up in the fetal position on the bed and just allow yourself to fall asleep.

Tomorrow has to be better than today. Maybe it's time to leave Vegas even though you're paid up for another four days. You can't face him again. Your heart aches but it's best to end it now.

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ms-m-astrologer · 1 year

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Was doing some research (as the buzz wears off) on Saturn going into Pisces. Neptune is already in Pisces - “heavy fog and water” is my first thought.

But the weird part is that the two will not be exactly conjunct until February 20, 2026 - at 0°43’ Aries. A very long build-up that has a surprise plot twist at the end.

Anyway, the last time both Saturn and Neptune were together in Pisces was intermittently between 1847-9. My friend Wikipedia provided me with some events which struck me as typical:

May 1847 - Architectural Association School of Architecture founded in London

May 7, 1847 - American Medical Association founded in Philadelphia

June 1, 1847 - first congress of the Communist League, London

February 21, 1848 - publication of The Communist Manifesto, London

February 1848 and onward - revolutions in France, Hungary, Germany, and elsewhere in Europe

March 18, 1848 - Boston Public Library opens

March 29, 1848 - Queen’s College, London, first to award academic qualifications to women

July 1848 - Public Health Act, England and Wales, begins to address sanitation issues

July 19, 1848 - first Women’s Convention in Seneca Falls, NY; introduction of “bloomers”

August 19, 1848 - first newspaper articles in eastern US about the California gold rush

January 23, 1849 - Elizabeth Blackwell becomes the first woman MD in the US

Looking up those years in art and music was disappointing, as there was a decided lack of definite dates. Grrr. But I found three representative things for 1848:

April 1 - disgusting POS of a human, composer Richard Wagner, first wrote down his intention to write what would eventually become his “Ring” cycle of four operas. Talk about a blend of inspiration (Neptune) and discipline (Saturn).

September 1848 - the pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood of artists, poets, and critics is founded in London.

And best of all, to me anyway: sometime before October 1848, Joseph Bracket wrote the song “Simple Gifts:”

'Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free

'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,

And when we find ourselves in the place just right,

'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained,

To bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed,

To turn, turn will be our delight,

Till by turning, turning we come ’round right.

Makes me feel better about what’s to come, to think about those words - set, of course, to Aaron Copland’s wonderful music.

#Astrology #Saturn into Pisces #preliminary

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attourney-at-lycan · 1 year

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i finished graduation days and here are my thoughts

honestly i thought i was gna hate aaron

but he’s fucking funny, it’s sm better to see him frustrated and pathetic than just angry big boy grrr werewolf

jenny is…. OKAY. i dont hate her? i find her annoying but i know thats gna change when i watch the actual fcu series so i cant… say much yet 🧍

SOMEONE PLS TELL ME ANTONIO AND HANK STAY they look so fun, especially hank my beloved musclehead

also????? i missed zane’s evil little shithead personality- i love mys zane but i miss when he was out for blood <3

i liked aphmau she was fun to watch tbh?

diana was fucking cool- i like her and her piercings i wna see more of her

idk how well these are gna age but-

ALSO I WANT MORE LUCA AND KATELYN D:

#aphmau #falcon claw university

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alterrune · 2 years

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Aaron Schaffer enters his office, before he has a major headache.

Aaron Schaffer: What the hell?

(He passes out, and Adam takes control.)

Adam Schaffer: It’s all coming together now.

(Adam opens up a portal and enters The Trinity of Fates base, where William Arase and Kelso is waiting.)

William Arase: Aaron, you have some nerve coming over here.

Adam Schaffer: Forgive, you have the wrong idea.

Sarah Kelso: Don’t worry, my father already knows who you are.

(William Arase pats Adam on the shoulder.)

William Arase: Didn’t think you’d come here old friend.

Adam Schaffer: I’ve heard you and Aaron used to be childhood friends and business partners until… that day.

William Arase: It’s in the past, you work well for a mole in GEOGRAM.

Adam Schaffer: Me and the CSB’s Dark Sides haven’t given up on our goals of taking this world over along with you and The Trinity.

Sarah Kelso: So you’ve come here to join up with us and make an organization for yourself.

Adam Schaffer: No, I’m here to join up with my creation Albert and his group False Reality.

William Arase: I see, as you already know Albert is mute, he doesn’t say anything at all, only in Sign Language.

Adam Schaffer: That’s fine, I already know how to communicate with him.

Sarah Kelso: What will you do if Aaron come out.

Adam Schaffer: You don’t have to worry about that, I may be a personality that comes from Aaron’s DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder), which is incurable, but I always have a backup.

(Adam pulls out an empty syringe.)

William Arase: Not bad, so the only for Aaron to come back is with the other syringe.

Adam Schaffer: That’s right, so I’ll be entrusting the syringe to Albert. Now then, it’s time for the next step in my plan.

(Adam pulls out a switch that will cause the CSB’s dark sides to come out.)

Sarah Kelso: Adam, if you activate that switch, GEOGRAM will come after you and Albert.

Adam Schaffer: Don’t worry.

(Adam hands the switch to Albert, who is right next to him.)

Adam Schaffer: We’ll be ready, because with me and Albert’s ability to predict peoples moves with just a small glance, we’ll be unstoppable.

(Albert activates the switch, and the CSB’s Dark Sides come out.)

Operation Twilight Gate has commenced.

Targets: Adam Schaffer and Albert.

Missions in Operation: 4

Details Pending…

Achievement Unlocked: Edge of my Mind

CHAPTER 2, ACT 11.5: TWILIGHT GATE PRELUDE

(However, instead of the switch doing what Adam said it would do, it instead blows up literally in their faces, causing Arase's glass eye to pop out of his skull and shatter upon hitting the floor, as well as causing all three of them to slam into the wall!)

WHAT THE HELL, ADAM?! You said you were on our side!

Arase, if I've been taught one thing from Aaron and the CSB, it's that the thing about bad guys is that they always lose. So if you think I'm going to join your group when it's destined to lose anyways, you must've lost more than your depth perception when you lost an eye. Oh, speaking of, I shattered it. Oopsies.

(Arase gets back up and prepares to charge at Adam, but Albert stops him and shakes his head "no", as if to say "He's not worth our time.")

Hmph. Well you made one fatal flaw. Me and Arase still have the syringe!

Do you mean this syringe, Kelso? Yeah, I've become a bit of a prankster, and one of my favorite pranks is to swipe an object when nobody's looking, let them try to find it for about 30 minutes, then put it back in an obvious spot so they look like an idiot. Long story short, I'm no stranger to swiping things with nobody noticing.

Grrr...You will regret this, Adam. You and the entire GEOGRAM militia will be shown no mercy---

Oh, just shut up, already.

(Adam grabs a rock and hurls it at the three of of them, forcing them through the portal, which closes upon the trio going through it. Aaron then wakes up.)

Adam, what just happened?

I opened a portal to Arase, Kelso and Albert, lied about joining their side, then promptly gave them their just desserts.

You...you can call them via portal?

Actually, it wasn't them I called up, it was the digital world I called up. The one that Kyle's used in the past, remember?

Oh. Well, I'm glad you didn't actually join them.

I'd never join those assholes. NEVER.

END OF CHAPTER 2, ACT 11.5

"ADAM SCHAFFER" REMOVED FROM TARGET LIST

BEGINNING "OPERATION: TWILIGHT GATE"...

#altering the outcome #ask the ato cast #operation: twilight gate #end of chapter two act eleven and a half

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