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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 months

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Of course I’m here. Big surprise.

I’d love some soft!dom energy from countryclub!steve when we’re being a little needy. 😇

Leighanne my beloved 👹 18+

“No, no, Thursday should be fine— mhmm. Well, talk to Richard and see what he says, surely we can’t push it much further—”

You knew fine well Steve was still on his call, you could hear his voice through his office door, his tired, bored tone sighing into the receiver. He’d told you ten minutes though, and well, that had been twenty minutes ago.

So you didn’t feel too guilty when you snuck in, lips pressed together to hide your smile and Steve glanced at you with surprise as you closed the oak door behind you. His whole office smelled like him, like leather and whisky and expensive cologne. He was sat behind his desk, an impressive thing made of dark wood and topped with a forest green leather covering.

There were files all over it, receipts and email print outs, an open cigar case that hadn’t been touched yet, a glass of something amber that was yet to be drunk. Steve looked tired, the top few buttons of his shirt undone, the white linen rolled past his elbows, his suit jacket thrown across the sofa on the other side of the room. You watched him take a hand through his hair and he smiled at you as he listened to whoever was droning on.

It didn’t quite reach his eyes, though.

So you took it upon yourself to wiggle between the desk and Steve’s legs, smiling when he shifted for you, rolling back on the wheels of the chair, his cell still pressed to his ear. He didn’t seem to be listening as intently as before when you dropped into his lap.

“What? Yeah, no, no, of course. Surely we can have the meeting over a conference call?”

You weren’t sure what meeting this call was regarding but you busied yourself with sneaking a hand into Steve’s open shirt, your palm finding warm skin and a smattering of chest hair. You felt his heart race under your fingertips, grinning when his eyes turned a little glassy and his gaze dropped to your lips.

“I’m listening,” he murmured into the phone, lying through his teeth. His hips moved under yours, adjusting himself until his hardening cock was felt properly under your ass. “New York, sure…” he trailed off, coughing a little when you leaned in to kiss at his throat.

You squirmed against him, dress riding up your thighs, Steve’s hand trailing the cotton, his eyes following behind. You watched him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, his expression appreciative. You wondered how far he’d let you take this, if he’d let you sink to your knees under his desk and—

“Hold on a sec, Fred— yeah, two seconds, I just gotta—” Steve pulled the phone away from his face, his hand covering the mouthpiece. He raised his brows at you, doing his best to hide his smile as he leaned in, nose nudging yours. “Did you need somethin’, honey?”

You pouted, dress strap slipping off your shoulder as you played up for him, lips brushing his. “You,” you whispered, as if it were a secret.

Steve smirked, a salacious thing that still made your thighs push together. He tapped at your hip then, coaxing you off of him and you wanted to tut, you wanted to protest. But the man didn’t give you any time to feel offended, nor rejected. He knocked his knuckles onto the top of his desk and nodded towards it.

“Gimme your underwear, baby and hop up.”

You blinked, lips parting.

“You got five seconds, honey, or you can wait ‘til this call is done, your choice,” Steve murmured in a song-song, his tone leaving no room for discussion. He wiggled the phone that he was still doing his best to silence. “Drop ‘em.”

With your hands curling into the sides of lace, you pulled the underwear off of your hips and down your legs, your dress rucked up indecently as you did, showing your fiancé a flash of bare skin, soft and wet in the places he liked most. You worried with the papers strewn everywhere, trying your best to gather them into a neat pile but Steve spoke from behind you once more.

“Five, four…”

You stifled a laugh, shoving them to the side before hopping onto the cool wood and Steve grinned, victorious. He moved back, the wheels of his chair skating across the floor as he settled himself in front of you. “Yeah, yeah I’m here, apologies. You were saying? New York?” Steve didn’t miss a beat as he took your underwear from your hand, stuffed them in his pocket and tapped at your knee.

You knew what he wanted, what he was silently saying.

Open.

You felt your face warm as you spread your legs, sticky thighs parting as you bared yourself to the man in the dim glow of the setting sun and the lamp on his sideboard. Steve’s lips parted, a barely audible groan coming from his chest that he covered with a cough. He used one hand to settle your feet on either side of his seat, keeping you wide for him, your cunt on show as you sat back on your elbows, waiting for his next move.

You didn’t have to wait long.

A single finger, used to trace up and down the seam of your folds, gathering the wetness there, slow and shallow. He was barely touching your clit.

“I’m sure that’ll work,” he was saying. His eyes didn’t leave yours. “If we manage to secure the Parker funding, I can’t imagine it’ll be too much trouble.”

He pulled his hand back to drag his finger over his tongue, humming at your taste and apparently something his colleague was saying. Steve didn’t miss a beat when he brought it back once more, immediately sliding his middle finger into your pussy. You whined, cutting yourself off short with teeth to your lip and Steve stilled, throwing you a warning glance.

“Oh, of course,” he continued, as if he weren’t knuckles deep in you. “If we can manage to get it into the schedule that day, we might as well go for it…” he curled his finger up before adding another, grinning when you threw your head back. “…I’m sure it’ll be a tight fit.”

Withdrawing, he leaned forward, nudging at your chin to gain your attention and Steve brushed his fingers over your lips. He pouted at you, waiting. You opened without hesitation, showing off as you stuck out your tongue and let Steve drag his slick covered digits over it. His thumb brushed your cheek in reward and then he settled back into his seat, using the same two fingers to draw circles over your clit.

A slow, soft tease, steady and messy, over and over and over—

“No, you’re fine, Fred.” Steve smirked at you, brows knitting together in faux sympathy as you screwed your face up in pleasure. He was going to make you cum while you couldn’t make a sound. “I’ve got plenty of time to talk.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #emmy rambles #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington fanfiction #steve harrington oneshot #Steve Harrington blurb #Steve baby blurb

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sandwiches-and-stuff · 3 months

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concept: exmormon bar where the shots are in sacrament cups

#exmormon #mormon stuff #(tangentially)#emmy rambles

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emmymaehereeeeee · 1 year

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I'm an Academy Award Nominee

summary: austin and you miss the nominations because the two of you sleep in

a/n: this will probably be deleted and rewrite this but I haven't written one of my own ideas in a hot minute so I wanted to just test the waters.

warnings: none

word count: 524

The two of you would swear up and down that you had both set your alarms the night before- you were sure of it! Why wouldn’t you wake up for the Oscar Nominations- especially with the way that Austin’s new movie had been received this year?

Austin had his right arm wrapped around your waist and you were pulled in as close as humanly possible. Mornings like these were few and far between so Austin made sure to cherish them, even if that meant just letting you sleep for an extra hour or so. Sleep soon overtook him once more and he was back to snoring softly- blissfully unaware of the hundreds of notifications that were filling his phone.

“Incoming call James” Your phone seemingly screamed out silently hoping it was a part of your dream you heard the same voice, “Incoming call James” Rubbing your eyes you patted Austin’s chest, “Austin- Austin wake up!” You patted his chest a tad harder until he finally seemed to rouse.

“Hm what?” Austin asked as he looked around the room, “What? What’s wrong?” He rested his hand on your leg as you shoved the phone toward him.

“James wants you.” You mumbled as you laid back down, quickly pulling the covers back over your body.

“Hello? What- quit yelling-what do you mean- no our alarms, shit our alarms.” Austin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Slow down!” Austin layed back down and tugged on your waist signifying that he wanted you close to him.

Rolling your eyes you grumbled, “What the hell does he want? It’s like ten o’clock!”

“Holy shit-holy shit.” Austin turned to look at you, “No, we just woke up. Wait when- like now?”

Pushing the blanket off you stared back at him, “What is it?” You mouthed to him silently and he held a hand up to you.

“Uh huh- yeah- alright, bye.” He hung up the phone and sat it on the nightstand. Pressing his hands together almost as though he were praying he let out a sigh before turning to face you. “Well- we missed the nominations.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach, “Oh my gosh, Austin- I am so sorry. I thought we set our alarms- is James mad?” You rambled off apologies and questions as he stared back at you blankly. “Austin, answer me!” You smacked his chest as you awaited his answer.

Sitting up in bed he replied, “I don’t know how he could be mad whenever yours truly just got nominated for Best Actor for the Academy Awards!”

Covering your mouth with your hands you shook your head, “No, shut up! Really?”

Austin smiled and nodded his head, “I did it, baby. I really did it.” He pulled you back down to his chest and pressed kisses to your face. “Oh my God, I actually did it.”

You giggled as you pushed him back, “Austin!” You smiled as you pulled back to look at him with his pursed lips. “You are something else.”

“Mhm, I am an Academy Award Nominee, baby.” He teased back as he pressed another kiss to your hand.

#emmymaewrites💜#austin butler fluff #austin butler fic #austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #austin x reader #austin butler #austin butler fanfic #emmy rambles #i tried

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faithinlouisfuture · 2 months

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what do you think it is about louis that elicits such emotional involvement from fans? i’ve rarely ever seen it with any other artists and I follow/stan many

i can only answer this from my own perspective, i’m sure that if you asked other fans they might have different answers… for me first and foremost it’s his art; and by that i mean primarily his lyrics - i feel a strong connection to them, and that makes me feel a connection to the artist they came from… they’re a source of comfort and self expression for me, so that sense of comfort and similarity i get from the lyrics and music automatically extends to the person who made them

but by art i also mean the art/design elements he chooses to connect with his music (merch/ graphic design/ music videos/ lyrics videos/ obvious inspiration materials etc) and his musical/artistic persona (his personal fashion sense, his fashion brand), his overall design aesthetic - its right up my alley and it’s something that i’ve identified with before i even found louis so his being similar to mine is just another layer of why i connect with him

another very important thing to me is his morals, or what i can gauge of his morals from how he conducts himself publicly (both professionally & as much as he chooses to share personally) - i’m a firm believer of NOT separating the art from the artist

one of the reasons i first started to look into louis outside of his music was because of the interactions i saw of him with his fans, these were always so warm and borderline friend group 🥹 and i personally had not seen an artist of his level who treated his fans the way that he does, so that’s something that pulled me in too

and realistically speaking, it’s also the fact that once you become a fan and start to look into “all the content” from his past, you find SO MUCH! so much going back to SO many years, and it gives you this sense of “knowing him” because you see what he was like over so many years, you feel like he’s someone you’ve known for a while… that’s something that you normally don’t get with a lot of other artists because they haven’t in fact been in the public eye for THAT long and their every move hasn’t been documented to the nth (and frankly sometimes unhealthy) degree of detail

stemming from that previous point, it’s also the different layers of fandom content involvement available when it comes to louis - not every artist has active update accounts that report on their literal every move, fashion UAs that document the details of their every outfit, fans who actively gif their public appearances/ music videos/ concert livestreams etc, fans who create art & artistic edits of other types related to the artist, there’s A LOT to consume basically, and doing it amongst a group/community just makes it that much more fun & addictive

and last but definitely not least is the fact that he’s pretty as fuck (like disturbingly), with the most perfect ass known to mankind 🤤 anyone pretending that his looks don’t play a role in why he elicits this level of obsession from fans is lying to themselves and you

any way, i don’t know if this is the kind of response you were looking for but that’s my analysis of it… i honestly could go on and say more on the topic but i think i’ll shut up now

#anon #it’s disturbing how long this is #emmy rambles #why louis? this is why #👈🏼 i could have just directed you to this tag of mine instead 😝

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lynnical · 8 months

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Pretty sure the conversation the devolpers had about what GOBB 4 was gonna be about went something like this;

"How do we make people actually interested in one of these characters with absolute minimum effort?"

"Let's make a clown, clown characters always hit"

And, I mean, they have a point. Game is still a big ol' dumpster fire, obviously. The total trainwreck that everybody expected it to be. But I like that one in some backwards, ironic, way:/

(Yes Ik he's a jester, I'm using clown as an umbrella term)

#garten of banban #garten of banban 4 #Bittergiggle #gobb Bittergiggle #The euphoric brothers #emmy rambles #don't get me wrong he's not a good character by ANY MEANS #but he's the only one who's not sickeningly boring and I have a soft spot for clowns

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f1-disaster-bi · 27 days

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Just a little thing on my mind:

"Why does it have to be like this?" Lando sounds as exhausted as George feels. The other isn't looking at him. His gaze is fixated on his hands that rest in his lap and for some reason, George has never felt further away from Lando than he did right now despite them sitting side by side on their bed. He wants to reach for him. The urge to bridge the gap between them almost has George desperately scrambling to find the right words to say but pride won't let him. George knows Lando is right, but he can't acknowledge that yet. His ego won't let him be the one in the wrong not even as he watches Lando wipe the tears from his cheek. "I don't know" is what George manages to say and even that sounds emotionless, as if he has checked out, and it makes Lando's shoulders tremble with a sob the other tries to quieten. If George were a better, stronger man, he'd hold him tight and kiss away the tears. He'd reassure Lando that this isn't them, that he won't let this be what they become, but George remains steadfast and still. A statue of his own making. Imprisoned by his own walls. "I love you, why isn't that enough?", Lando whispers and finally looks at George, and George has to look away. The devastation and hurt in those ever shifting shades of blue and green and grey is too much to bare on his already heavy soul. Something inside of him, his heart he thinks, begs him to let go of his ego and save this. It begs him to call his press officer and call this whole thing off, that he doesn't care about the rumors, that he doesn't need a fake girlfriend because he isn't ashamed of who he is. His hands remain still. Lando cries for the both of them until they crawl into bed. The space between them grows. And in the morning, George wakes up to an empty bed and a note that breaks his heart in ways he wasn't aware it could break. "I can't do this. I hope she makes you happy"

#norussell #george/lando #lando/george #emmy rambles

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leiaorganaskywalkers · 29 days

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bro imagine dating someone that said they're like "their age" years young, I WOULD FUCKING DIE WTH

Unless it's hayden. hayden hmu!!!!

#emmy rambles #leiaorganaskywalkers #ya girl #anakin skywalker smut

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reidsaurora · 1 year

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not that anyone cares but look at these cute pictures i took at B&N today :)

#emmy reads!#emmy rambles #barnes and noble #ootd

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unsolved-duvall · 1 year

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this is what it’s like talking to me <3

#why have i got two eddie’s #it gets confusing #but i love them #emmy rambles

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coldascyou · 3 months

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im going to say something thats gonna get ppl pissed but its just so weird i cant take it anymore.

taylor’s stalker has been arrested 3 times in the last 5 days. he keeps getting released, and RIGHT after getting released he goes back to her house again.

there are thousands of horrific AI pictures of her on twitter, which get thousands of likes and are not taken down no matter how many reports ppl make. but as soon as you say something to the men that made those disgusting NON-consensual pics, your tweet gets banned.

yet, somehow, someway no one seems to bat an eye on it which is so crazy to me bc no one seems to extend a sympathy towards her or accept that whats happening to her is just BLATANT misogyny. idk what occured in these last few years for yall to think misogyny can’t just happen to any women but its driving me crazy. yes she’s rich, white and priviledged yet STILL experiences these things, doesn’t that make you wonder just how pervasive misogyny is????

#taylor swift #emmy rambles

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upsidedownwithsteve · 3 months

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perhaps some thoughts on mean!Steve and shy!reader and some dry humping 👀

18+

He’s so bossy about it, eyes alight, cheeks pink and lips parted. But there’s the ghost of a smirk there every time you whine for him, your brows furrowed, your hands pulling at the cotton of his T-shirt, fisting the material desperately.

It should be this hot - it shouldn’t, not when the sun is still flooding through his open curtains and you can hear an approaching ice cream truck from down the street, the neighbour’s sprinklers switching on, Steve’s parents muffled voices coming from the kitchen. The boy was still fully dressed, sprawled on his unmade bed, head thrown back onto his pillow as he made you rock yourself over his lap.

You looked somewhat decent too, summer dress still on but if someone looked close enough, they would’ve seen the lace edges of your underwear poke out from Steve’s back pocket, the scrap of fabric peeled down your legs the second Steve started kissing you. You thought he’d try and get you off quick and easy, his head ducked under your dress, his fingers burning thick inside of you, bullying out an orgasm before his parents could call you both down to the back yard patio for lunch.

But no, Steve had tugged you into his lap and grinned as he made you open your legs wide over his, the sensitive folds of your pussy spread against the seam of his jeans, right against the bulge under his zipper. You’d burned, knowing you’d make a mess of the denim, eyes scrunched shut when Steve cooed at your soft noises, your bitten lips.

The embarrassment made you all that wetter.

“There you go, huh?” Steve whispered, voice a rasp, his own moans stuck in his throat as he pulled at your hips a little faster, a little harder. “S’good, right, honey? Pretty little pussy just wants to rub up against any part of me, huh?”

His voice made your skin tingle, chest burning from the inside out and you shook your head ‘no’, tried to lie about it, tried to pretend to both yourself and him that you weren’t that easy.

You fooled no one.

Steve just laughed, dark and mean and the sound made your cunt clench around nothing, your hands pull at his shoulders a little more, just to see if he would give him and sit up to kiss you.

He didn’t.

Steve just tutted, still smirking as he used one big hand to catch both of yours, holding them behind your back and pinning them in place. He used his other one to lift your soft skirt, holding it out of the way so he could look with heavy lidded eyes at the way your bare pussy was rutting against his jeans.

He groaned, lashes fluttering as he tipped his head back into the pillow and tried to compose himself. You could feel his cock twitch and kick up beneath you, a sure sign he was a desperate to come as you were.

But he caught himself, squeezed at your wrists a little tighter and said, “we’ve not got long, babe, keep rubbin’ that pussy on me.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #emmy rambles #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #Steve Harrington oneshot #Steve Harrington blurb #steve baby blurb

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sandwiches-and-stuff · 4 months

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high schooler who spends class asleep or on their phone to 22 yr old tumblr user saying “they didn’t teach me this in high school” after being called out pipeline

#anti intellectualism #emmy rambles

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emmymaehereeeeee · 2 years

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ANGRY ELVIS FULL FIC Watching your husband kiss the multitude of adoring fans after each show had become a forcible routine, something you had forced yourself to accept even though you hated it. How was it fair that he could go out and shove his tongue down some random girl's throat yet if you so much as glance at another man Elvis is up in arms threatening the poor soul you glanced at. The option of you reciprocating his actions was off the table entirely, so how did you get back at him? Well, the only way you knew how to be was by ignoring him. Instead of occupying your usual spot in the center booth at his show, you found yourself chatting with an attractive brunette with green eyes named Ryan, the two of you would sit at the bar and talk for a few hours but it always ended with you hurrying away before the end of the show. This one particular night the jealousy that had bubbled inside of you finally surfaced, grazing the man’s arm with your hand, laughing at all of his little jokes, really turning on the charm, if Elvis could do it then why couldn’t you? It was all harmless fun, right? “What’s a handsome man like you doing here? Do you not have a wife back home waiting up for you?” You purred out, running your hand along the counter of the bar.

Clearing his throat he stuttered out, “No-no, I’m just here to work for a few months, hah. Um what about you, what is a pretty lady like you doing alone in a hotel bar?”He rubbed the back of his neck.

You did not answer him instead you stood up from your place at the bar and made your way to the pool table, “Do you play?” You asked whilst grabbing a pool stick. Ryan shook his head and scurried over to you. “I am not much of a player myself so maybe you could… teach me?” God, you wanted to gag at the sound of the words coming out of your mouth.

“Yeah, uh mind if I borrow this?” He grasped the pool stick that you held in your hand and you gave it to him. Walking over to the opposite side of the pool table he set up the balls and lined up his stick. Ryan’s eyes burned into your skin, you could feel the way his eyes ran across your body fantasizing about only God knows what. You took this to your advantage leaning over the edge of the table purposefully showing far more cleavage than you should have you watched as struck the cue ball. Flashing him a flirty smile he opened his mouth to say something but then his face fell and you felt a sharp slap to your ass. “What the hell man?”Ryan hollered setting the pool stick on the table he walked over to Elvis.

“Boy if you don’t walk out of here right now, I’ll make sure you ain’t gonna work ever again,” Elvis growls out, Ryan looks over to you but your eyes are locked on the scattered pool balls on the table. Ryan left in a hurry which was probably for the best, Lord knows Elvis did not hold empty threats. Elvis grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you into his chest, the smell of his sweat and cologne filled your senses, “Doll, what the hell was that?” His eyes were filled with pure lust and anger, and his voice was low.

You shrugged your shoulders and rolled your eyes, “He was just a friend.” You scoffed and that set him off.

“Mm, mhm.” He let out an angry huff. Elvis was beyond pissed, he could not even form words, he bent down to pick you up and tossed you over his shoulder walking briskly to the elevator. Ignoring the confused and concerned stares from the various patrons, he pressed the button for the elevator. You squirmed under his touch and he punished you accordingly with a swift smack to your ass. “Put me down!” You protested, and Elvis smacked your ass again. “Elvis, he was just a friend!” You lied and he smacked your ass even harder which earns a yelp from your lips. A faint ding sounded and you felt the elevator drop slightly signaling that you had reached your floor.

Stepping out of the elevator Elvis is still fuming with anger, “Such a God damn cock slut, need to be fucked so damn bad, hm? Are you trying to get some bartender’s cock down your fucking throat? Is that what you want?” He growled out, you were thankful that you were facing away from him, or else he would have seen how you were biting on your fist to keep from moaning. He tossed you onto the bed, “Thought I taught you better- yet here you are whoring yourself out in a hotel bar!” He gripped your chin and pulled you close to his face, “You are a little cock hungry slut, aren’t you?”

You pushed yourself up off the bed and pointed a finger into his chest, “ I am surprised you even noticed since you seem to have your tongue down every girl’s throat at your shows! You act like a damn manwhore-” you could not even finish your next sentence because Elvis had wrapped his ring clad hand around your throat. The coolness of his rings burned against your skin, and his eyes were wild with fury.

“You call me names one more fucking time and you see what happens.” His voice contrasted the pure anger that radiated from his eyes, you knew this look- he was beyond the point of rationalizing anything. “And do not ever yell at me, doll.” Your hands reached up to his hand that was wrapped around your throat, scratching at it. He loosened his grip on your throat, “Do not think I have not noticed how you have had an attitude towards me, I have tried to be nice to you and let it slide, but I guess I made a mistake, isn’t that right?” He asked you, you nodded your head in response, and he pulled your face closer to his, “Yelling at me, calling me a damn manwhore- oh that just topped it all off.” He squeezed your throat, “I guess I have to remind you of your place in this relationship, mama.” You opened your mouth struggling to breathe at the sudden change in pressure, “I am going to remind you of who you belong to.” He tossed you onto the bed and forced you to sit up so that he could pull your dress off of your body, ripping your panties off in the process. He unclasped your bra and tossed it over in the newly formed pile of clothes on the floor. Elvis moved to your collar bone pressing open mouth kisses to it, nipping at the sensitive skin, he sucked harshly right at the nape of your neck purposefully leaving marks in spots that anyone would see. The need to mark you up was evident by the way he left littered marks across your collarbone and chest. Leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your breasts he grabbed your right breast and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking softly at first but soon biting down on it causing you to cry out. With his free hand, he grabbed your other breast and teased your nipple with his thumb. You grab at his hair and he tuts at you, “Uh- uh, little mama.” Pulling back he takes off his neck scarf and ties your wrists to the headboard, “You ain’t touching me at all tonight.” He redirected his mouth back to your breasts biting down on the sensitive flesh, he began to press wet open mouth kisses down from your breasts towards your dripping heat. With his head nestled between your thighs, he placed feather-like kisses on the inside of your thighs. “Got the sheets all soaked, baby girl.” He mumbled against your thigh.

“Elvis Elvis- please! Please touch me.” You begged your heat was throbbing for his touch or any form of friction to ease the growing ache that resided between your legs. Elvis sat up and ran his pointer finger through your folds, pulling his finger away to reveal how soaked you had left him.

“Only good girls get what they want and you, you little cock hungry whore, are anything but a good girl.” He smacked your clit for emphasis.

“Ah! Please, Elvis!” You cried out, his lips ghosting over your clit- his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves. “God- please!” You repeatedly begged.

Elvis quickly grew annoyed with your constant cries and grabbed your panties and shoved them in your mouth. He continues to tease your clit with his tongue, dragging his fingers across your folds all while you pleaded with him to touch you. He slapped your cunt once more before pushing two of his slender fingers into your dripping heat. Tears were streaming down your cheeks while he pumped his fingers in and out of you, “Aw, my poor baby is crying, maybe now since she understands her punishment, she will think twice about what she does. Maybe she won’t act out like that again?” You bobbed your head up in down in response which earned you a smirk from Elvis. With a flattened tongue, he licks from your aching pussy up your throbbing clit up stopping at the lower part of your jaw where he presses a wet kiss. “I am going to fuck this little pussy so hard you won’t even remember your name, little girl.” He growled into your ear, his breath on your neck made you shiver. You squeezed your legs which earned you another slap to your aching cunt, at the feeling of the sharp pain you pulled against your restraints, your pleas to touch Elvis were muffled by the cloth. He gripped your chin forcing you to look at him, “No- no, we have already talked about this, these stay on. You are not touching me, I told you that already. You need to listen.” With tears rolling down your cheeks you nod your head and give him a muffled apology. Elvis pulled himself off of you and began to undress, forcing you to watch as he pulled each article of clothing off. Your heat ached for his touch, you begged against the makeshift gag for him to untie you. His ring-clad hands slowly make their way down to his belt unbuckling the oversize buckle, sending it clattering to the floor. His slender fingers, two of which were still glistening with your slick unbuttoned his pants which he hurriedly kicked off to the side. Sauntering back towards the bed Elvis makes his way over your body, gazing down at your frame, taking his dick in his right hand he slowly pushed it up against your folds, eliciting a groan to tumble from his lips. You arched your back up, a muffled moan leaving your lips at the feeling of the much-desired friction he had been keeping you from for so long. He let out a soft chuckle at your needy state, “Need it that bad?” He asked before pushing his cock deep inside of your awaiting cunt. Your eyes went wide as he increased the speed of his thrusts- not giving you even a moment to adjust. “Oh fuck.” Elvis moaned at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his cock made his head fall back and his eyes screwed shut. “Feels so fucking tight for me, taking my cock so well.” He opened his eyes to see you, your eyes were fluttering open and closed as the pleasure took over your body. “Eyes open, want you to watch as I fuck you like the little cock- hungry girl you are.” He lifts your hips and begins to rut into your pussy, gripping your hips and thrusting into you with behavior that could only be described as animalistic. Elvis thrusts into you hitting the spot inside of you that just about sends you over the edge over and over and over, he continues to torture you, teasing you with the idea of orgasm.

The teasing becomes too much, your walls clench around his cock, “Jesus Christ!” Elvis groans out thrusting into you rapidly until his thrusts become sloppier, ultimately ending in him pushing into you one last time before cumming into you. The feeling of his hot semen being pumped into your awaiting cunt sent you careening over the edge. He keeps thrusting into you at a slow pace, “God damn it, gonna make you so full. Gonna fill you up and make you a mama, that way no man will ever flirt with you, you are mine, my girl.” He moans out, the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock made him audibly groan. After a few moments he stopped thrusting and reached up to untie your wrists, his cock still buried deep in your cunt. Your wrists fall beside your head and Elvis wipes the stray hair from your face, “My pretty girl.” He mumbled out, moving his hands to your waist he flipped to pull you on top of him. Once he has you settled on his cock he pulled the panties out of your mouth.

“Please too much, please.” The overstimulation was pushing you to tears. Pushing down on his stomach so you could dismount from his cock. He held your hips tightly and kept you in your place.

“We talked about this, little girl, you are going to take all that I give you.” His throat was raspy partially due to the concert and partially due to the activities of the night. “You go right to sleep, little girl. I am sure you will have learned your lesson by then.” You nod your head in response, accepting defeat you lay your head down on his chest and fall asleep.

The sun poured in through the open blinds, you were wrapped in the bedsheets cold and alone, your body racked with pain. Shifting to sit up in an attempt to find Elvis you are hit with a wave of soreness, “Oh fuck,” you grumble out.

Wrapped in his dark red robe, Elvis walks in from the bathroom, “Hey there, baby.” He mumbles out slipping back into the bed. You roll over to your side to face him nuzzling your face into his chest, he trails his finger along your jaw to tilt it upwards, placing a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck. His eyes roamed over your body as he took in all that he did last night, pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

“Good morning, E.” You replied, smiling at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin. You hummed at the feeling of his ring-clad fingers roaming across your skin and then your hips to pull you closer to his own body. “Mm, Elvis.” You said as he pressed multiple kisses across your skin, pressing gentle ones on the now dark marks he had left scattered across your skin.

“Did you learn your lesson?” He mumbled against the skin of her shoulder. His teeth grazed the top of it in a teasing manner. Your body shivered at the sensation of his warm mouth.

“Yes sir, I did.” You whimpered out.

“Good girl.” He replied. He moved to look at you, “Always such a good girl for me, ain’t that right honey?” He asked. You nodded your head in response which earned you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Are you hungry, doll? I can have room service bring you something- or I will have Jerry go down to the bakery and get you that muffin you are always talking about?” You smiled up at him and tried to wrap your head around how this could be the same man who had fucked you senseless the night before, the same man who was standing before you asking if you wanted a muffin. “Doll?”

You snapped out of your thoughts and centered in on his face, “I am sorry, what were you saying?”

“That’s alright, honey. Just was wanting to know if you wanted breakfast is all.” He asked you once again, his hand had cupped your face and his thumb was stroking your cheek.

“Mm, do you mind if we go out to breakfast?” You asked instinctively leaning into his warm touch.

He smiled and nodded his head, “Anything you want to do, doll.” He helped you out of bed easing you into walking since your legs were so sore. “First time walking?” He joked, earning a smack on the arm from you. “Alright, alright!” He helped you to the closet and flicked through the different outfits. After a few minutes of the two of you deciding on what your outfits would be for the day, he helped you into your clothes.

“I am going to go finish getting ready” You stumble into the bathroom and finish your morning routine. The two of you take one last look in the mirror before making your way to the elevator.

“You look beautiful.” He states, promptly pulling you in for a kiss. He tries to escalate the kiss but is interrupted when the elevator stops at another floor. The bell dings and the door opens to reveal none other than the man you had been chatting with at the bar last night.

“Just who I was looking for! Um, I don’t think we exchanged names, my name is Ryan, we uh we hung out at the bar last… night.” His words slowed down as he noticed Elvis’s burning glare at him. You turned your face up to Elvis and he instinctively pulled you closer to him, “She doesn’t need to know your name, I had her screaming mine all night long.” Your face burned with embarrassment, Elvis chuckled at the look of shock on Ryan’s face.”Ain’t that right, mama?” He asked you. The elevator bell dinged to signal the arrival at the ground floor and the three of you all went out as quickly as possible. As soon as you got off of the elevator Elvis leaned down to connect his lips with yours signifying that you belonged to him and only him.

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