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precious-little-scoundrel · 3 months

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|| Marlon

Summary: after a strange interlude during one of their latest bike excursions, Elaine is left reeling at the new reality of sharing, and the insistence by the men around her that no more discussion is needed on the matter. Bereft, adrift and not a little curious, Elaine’s rather sure she’s finally crossed that damnable line that Elvis first nudged her up against.

Warnings: 18+ only -smut, hot tubs, pats threesome mentioned, sorta a foot job but only because that’s the only discreet body part nearby?? not trying to make that weird. public play, emotional (and some physical) infidelity. Elvis is in his Bastard era, be warned.

Authors note: this is a fragment but it may be all j ever produce on this subject, we shall see. It was requested and so here it is, such as it is. I always love answering Headcanons and theories so if this sparks interest, confusion or anger, lemme hear it. And Honestly? For those of y’all not into this? It’s not essential enough to be read or considered canon for Sarge, the breakdown of their marriage having only a small part to do with this. This entire side quest is a bit more of an exploration of Elaine, so feel free to leave it be if it’s not for you.

Apologies ahead of time for the poorly edited and misspelled content lol 💋

Circa: 1967ish

“I just saw the silhouette of a very attractive woman ridin’ an attractive man I thought I’d lend a hand.” Marlon answers her straight, Elaine deserves that with all the bullshit she has to deal with these days -threesomes included. And the kitchen is finally empty of kids. He knows whatever arrangement the Presleys have with the redhead has to be more concession than ideal. The least he can do is admit something he’s never hid before, even from Elvis himself: Elaine Presley is uniquely capable of giving him the hots and something about Elvis Presley mismanaging her magnificence tickles the masochistic tendencies Marlon has had it suggested to him by therapists might have a root in childhood perversity. Neglectful parents and weird nannies and that sort of shit.

Marlon doesn’t know. Sat at her kitchen bar, drinking her daughter’s lemonade, Elaine is owed this much, an answer to why he opened that tent flap and slurped cunt when he’s barely so much as held her hand before, not even during mealtime prayers. She’s got to be some sort of neglected if she can’t shake it, or maybe she’s wickeder than those gentle eyes has them all thinking.

“That’s not enou- thats, Marlon, you said yourself everyone used to…go at it..during those trips!” she hisses the last part as if there’s some shame left to this household where the man of the place flaunts his dalliances like it’s part of the press tour for the latest trash comedy. His wife’s dignity and pain be damned.

“Ma’am, I’m just a man.” Marlon insists- Elaine is in love with her husband, after all.

“That’s rather my point!” Elaine warms to it, “-there were a lotta couples you coulda lent a hand to and there were a lotta men loiterin’ about but only you chose to ‘lend a hand’ and you chose…us! Why! Why?”

“Have you seen the couple you make?” he asks levelly.

“What was that, Marlon? What was that?” she begs again, eyes no longer soft but wild and shimmering.

“You’re not this stupid, Elaine.” he takes a sip of lemonade Daisy made just for him, “Even if he likes it best when you act like you are.”

She doesn’t even bat an eye at it, and Marlon thinks it’s a damn shame, a crime really, for any man to wear a woman down this far. Maybe Marlon is as bad as her husband for pushing on the bruise he made. Can’t be helped, he’s always been an opportunist. He can be honest even if it’s a ugly, masculine, virulent truth that makes a mockery of vows and roles and institutions like marriage and dreams.

“Wanna show me just how clever you really are, little lady?“ he’s risen from his seat, sauntered over to her by now, no contact, except for his thumb that tugs at her bottom lip, thumbnail at the root of a tooth. Her eyes are brimming with tears -they both know it’s not sadness. If she were a woman to cry from sadness she'd never have a dry eye.

“The house is full.” Elaine sounds hoarse.

What a flimsy little objection for so virtuous a woman. The way Elaine chases his thumb as he retracts it tells him -try again, when it’s empty, test me once more.

Summers are long in Palm Springs, there’s always more lemonade to be drunk. He’ll be back, they both know that. For now, the house is full. He sits back down at the table. Elvis and five children and a buncha good for nothings he calls friends come in wet from the pool twelve minutes later. Marlon curses, he could have brought her to climax twice in that time. If only she’d stop looking at him like he’s planning to steal her from her husband, give it a few months and she’ll not be wary but eager for it.

Summer turns to Autumn and Autumn to Winter and the Presleys choose to ring in the new year in the gentle climate to California after a bracing Graceland Christmas.

Marlon doesn't know what a Presley Christmas is comprised of except for hearsay from Daisy’s long over the phone account and the toys shown him when he dropped by as soon as they were in town. He’d brought his own kids, the ones near at hand, to play for a bit and the rest had taken to them well enough while Daisy sat beside him and told him about the roller blades she’d gotten. He imagines a sickeningly happy affair with stiff smiles and a great deal of bling bought by Elvis and Elaine getting fucked in a Santa lingerie set.

Marlon doesn’t know about Presley christmases.

But he’s learning about their New Year’s -it’s past twelve, the kids are abed and champagne has been toasted, wishes swapped and the nighttime air rustling the palms has been obliging enough to even be a little brisk and chilly. Just for atmosphere, he guesses.

It’s nice as the hot tub they’re all in is bubbling like hell’s cauldron, with the jets on full blast and their buddies -Elvis’ buddies from the way Elaine is the only woman amongst thirteen men- are stacked in it like sardines. Marlon is here because he hasn’t driven himself home yet, he supposes, otherwise she’d be very alone.

The guys, the other twelve, they’re swapping stories and being loud, noisy and obnoxious as Elaine relaxes in her seat, frothy bubbles lapping around her clavicles and her neck, that lovely neck laying back on Elvis’ outstretched arm as he nearly forgets she’s there. She’s such an extension of him by now, her face lax with this chance to relax even as there’s hubbub all about.

Marlon, he can’t stop watching her and the way her eyes flit and flutter when the jets hit right, the way she melts into Elvis and the way he tolerates her adoration even here. Even at the beginning of a new year. Marlon wants to smack the man for telling anecdotes when he should be-

…

-hell Marlon doesn’t even know what he expects that Elvis should be doing, it’s not like he’s doing anything wrong or mean. no not at all in fact, he’s acting like a longtime married man and letting Elaine Presley vibrate beside him in euphoria unadmired. Talking to his buddies when Elaine Presley is turning to a puddle next to him and all Marlon knows is:

-if it were him, oh if it were him.

If it were him, Elaine would be melting sure, and he’d be watching every second of it like it were the meteor shower of the century. Turns out, even though she’s not his, he’s still watching all the same.

he’s still watching and forgetting to laugh with the cues when everyone else does. But she forgets too, floating away somewhere that makes her lips curl up a little and her face shimmer with sweat and steam. her legs float to the top of the roil from the jets, there’s a little giggle at the buoyancy. pink painted toes surfacing right in front of Marlon’s face opposite her.

He sees her, she looks to Elvis. To see if he notices.

He doesn’t.

That precious giggle of hers is lost in a roar of manly laughter over some unfortunate movie set story, as is the way Marlon’s hand reaches in the foam and puts his palm over the little pruned toes right in front of him, snapping at them with his hand like she’s a kid and he’s playing shark amongst the bubbles.

Elaine’s head swivels from watching Elvis to sending a questioning look towards Marlon.

She catches his eye, holds it. curious and pleased he’s in the same mood as her, stories and memphis mafia forgotten. A connection fizzles between them and she giggles again at having found a playmate.

But then he doesn’t let go, even as her foot goes down in the water, on the ledge, near between his legs and suddenly this isn’t playing shark.

Her posture goes rigid as Marlon starts to rub that dainty foot, engulfed in his warm hand, hidden by the discreet bubbles. He dared. It took her aback, it was offensive and flattering and she felt a violent fear at being suspected and then a pang of jealousy over the unlikeliness of it.

Between the warm water, the firm press of a man’ hand and the pummeling of the jets, her head starts to crane back again against Elvis’ shiny, toned bicep and the picture of a woman enjoying herself next to her husband but not from him shouldn’t make Brando so rash and angry but it does.

She fights for a minute but only in the way of guarding her face. but it’s been awhile since she’s been the center of someone’s universe -beyond a peg that this whole carnival that their life has turned into revolves around. perhaps a step of infidelity to let Brando see the pleasure he gives her, to see her the way Elvis once told her only belonged to him, but it was Elvis who cracked the door first, back in that tent, back in the spring.

Elvis notices, at long last, not the eye contact of a friend and his wife but the mewling body language of his woman. Not that Brando is holding her foot beneath the churning surface but that she looks nearly to the brink of orgasm from the jets. And snuggled up to him as she is -Elvis smirks. Of course his widdle baby is excited, sensitive little creature that she is.

Elvis thinks he’s being secretive when he keeps chatting with the guys but sneaks his hand to her bathing suit, not even looking over at her as his fingers find her seam and wiggle under.

Just the motion of his arm visible and Marlon sees the reflection in her face the minute her husband's hand begins to stroke her. His grip tightens on her foot involuntarily and she moans.

Her eyes are utterly focused on Marlon and it’s well that they are, if she were to tear away that frantic gaze he’s mad enough to make a scene right here and now, hopeless and damaging as it would be. But he has her eyes and the power that is in the caress of his thumb. He can see it, Elaine is imagining he’s stroking her instead of Elvis, using that suggestive tempo on her arch as a conduit to replace the coax of Elvis’ calloused pads against her bud.

Elaine braces her hand on Elvis’ thigh as she nears, just a reflex as he speeds his fingers up and she’s grips his thigh, almost wanting him not to intrude on this moment even as the brink nears. And Elvis, he thinks she’s trying to reciprocate but he is hardly in the mood for it, that would ruin his little game so he takes her hand away, puts it firmly back on her own lap and keeps up his pace against her slick petals.

When she comes, Elvis can feel her bow up beside him and without even looking he is smirking around his cigarillo, her legs kick out in a spasm and he feels bad for whoever’s crotch is opposite her. He smacks at her pussy once, twice, before quite obviously turning away from her to ask Charlie something related to arrangements.

It’s a damn game he likes to play with Elaine, seeing as she don’t mind it, she gets some benefit from it and he’s seen that face a million times, he doesn't need to look.

But Marlon.

Marlon’s gaze on Elaine is heavy enough it feels like the caress of aftercare all on its own, and some stinging part of Elaine’s battered heart feels loyalty to him for that. for watching her, delighting in her even as everyone else snickers or ignores.

She flexes her foot in his hand.

Her flex touches tender flesh and up to where he is pulsing and firm between his thick thighs. It startles her, somehow not expecting either the usual anatomy or else -not this level of arousal. Not to this degree, not in public, not when her husband just claimed her so casually. Her eyes sting at being flaunted as his little plaything, the one she’s been happy to be since that honeymoon train ride down to Texas. It feels belittling suddenly, and it’s Marlon’s aloof admiration to blame.

She flexes her foot again, heel firm to his base and eyes unwavering. A little repayment, a little show of thanks. It’s too much.

Marlon covers his eyes with his hand as if to wipe the mist away. Her coal smudged eyes are scorching his face and her foot, such a lowly part of her, and yet it’s pressing and he’s wanted her to admit to wanting for such a longtime and suddenly there’s the feel of his warm release flashing against Elaine’s foot in the broiling hot tub for an instant. Only an instant splash and a thob, then it swirls around them all, lost and sordid and utterly misused.

A waste. A deadbeat hope. A torn confession.

It’s late when they all get out, Elaine can barely meet his eyes now, dazed she willingly did that herself. Up in their room Elvis shucks his wet shorts off, relaxed and in a good mood to tease her about her being so needy for him in the tub as he leaves the shorts where they drop on the carpet and puts himself in her, into his wife, his plaything, his darling.

And God help her, for the first time in her life Elaine’s mind wanders to someone else as Elvis’ face is buried in her neck, huffing in pleasure over her swollen state.

After a long while of waiting for them to show again downstairs, the Memphis mafia laugh it off that the mister and missus must’ve gotten distracted -and it’s lights out and manly predictions about a noise complaint and a happy start to the new year.

Marlon goes to his damn car, he exits that beautiful house into the balmy night air with its twinkling stars and strong humidity that will now forever be tied to the curls at the nape of her neck and the beads of moisture on her nose, and he saunters away from Elaine Presley’s house where Elvis Presley gets to go home. Go home to lose interest and gain interest in that gorgeous woman at whim. Brando leaves it and gets in his car and stares at the single light in the house that’s still glowing for far too long.

Upstairs, throbbing and staring at the beamed ceiling and its whitewashed villa tile, Elaine startles at the sound of a car starting and pulling out of the drive. It’s late for a loitering guest, but Marlon was always one to loiter when it came to her family. Loiters with the kids and loiters with Daisy, accepting her adoption of his Godfather responsibilities with ease Elaine wants to hate him for, and he loitered in the tent on their motorcycle drive when Elvis and Elaine should have been left alone to be husband and wife, yet -he loitered. That once he had stayed. And no one speaks of it, that night gone by, though it tumbles around in Elaine’s mind like the jets that battered her flesh tonight, fresh as anything: the feel of Elvis’ shock at Brando’s presumption and then her husband’s pride warring with his excitement and for her -the feel of a man licking at her while her husband was inside her. How Elvis can think such a night can be tabled for all further discussion is beyond her, and Elaine stares at the ceiling and prays for forgiveness for this wild curiosity that has finally led her astray. She’s as bad as the papers would make her. Voracious and untamable in her appetites, finally it’s gone beyond Elvis alone, even if he was the one to crack open the floodgate with his hubris.

Now she wonders about an older face, a broader chest, almost fleshy shoulders and a hairy belly in the glow of the jacuzzi lights, Marlon had looked a man, older and impressive and unfamiliar compared to her precious and ever more pristine husband. And she had seen behind the screen of his hand the flash of agonized ecstasy her touch had caused him. She had made another man lose it. Someone besides Elvis. She knew, hypothetically, that a whole generation of boys had grown up tugging themselves to pictures of her, half of the barracks has been besotted and not in a wholesome way. But to have an older, impressive, commanding man enjoy her, want her?

Elaine throbbed.

There had been an emotional and sexual adjustment that Elaine had to make when she went from marrying a controlling manchild to being his emotional ballast and superior after losing Jo. Elaine hadn’t had a chance to think twice about how suited to it she was, how natural it felt to ease Elvis through it, whether she herself found it nice or not, whether it’s what she needed or not. Or what all she lost as she did so. It had been like pulling teeth to have him back in her bed at all, to have him something besides manically cheerful or pitifully morbid. She understood him. She didn’t even blame him. But it didn’t change how very -open, it left her to the slightest firmness of intent shown by another.

She’d been enjoying stepping into Gladys’ shoes, she’d been enjoying tossing off the role of being Elvis’ dolly and becoming his nanny, all of it had been a show of his trust in her until the load had become too heavy and when she turned to someone to rest her head, she found her husband's head already in her lap.

Until Marlon.

Until a grunted “huh” above her in the stuffy garage as she worked on the bike, only for her to look up and to find it wasn’t Charlie or Marty snickering at her for being all greasy again. It had been a wide stanced superstar looking at her like she was a specimen he wanted to inspect.

It had been Marlon and he’d come to meet her, to talk to her about bikes, to admire her shape in leathers and he stayed because Daisy liked him so.

Or maybe he’d stayed for Elaine. That had been reprehensible to imagine before tonight, perhaps only because if there was a man out there who would dare try to take her from The King, it would be him. And before now that had been impossible, not even fathomable or feasible, if she didn’t think it she wouldn’t invite it, she was sure. Marlon Brando wasn’t a good man, but he could be kept contained if kept at arms length.

Now though, that vision of him staring tonight, the feel of his hand stroking her, competing with her husband for her pleasure -there’s no ignoring now how he looks at her, has looked for some time, the way he loves to see her riled but not at him, strange how he’s never infuriated her like Elvis endeavors to on a daily basis. As if he knows his very presence is thrumming enough for her. And he wouldn’t want to see her vibrate apart. Not fully. Only because she’d hate that so. But if she ever asked he’d take her apart like a little marionette and then glue her back.

Rattling, that was more Elvis’ speciality, rattling her apart. She was tired of buzzing. If only he could always be one thing, but lately he was a myriad and she felt married to a performer more each day until she lay beneath him and wondered how Marlon would feel penetrated deep within her.

Elaine hears Elvis and his shower turn off at the same time she strains to hear the mechanical creak of the gates opening to let Brando out.

“Still layin’ how I left ya, hopin’ f’more, baby?” her husband asks her as he turns the light out and lays against her warm and familiar and moist.

In the drive, Brando bites his lip and forces his gaze from the rearview and the darkened house in it and speeds out of the hills. Daisy will call again soon enough, the call again and again, and if he’s lucky he’ll hear about how Elaine is from time to time or even hear her voice briefly as she answers before passing the receiver off to her little girl. Those are certainties in the new year.

It’s wicked of him, but his hopes are entirely different. They’re of her calling, and not another excuse being made.

Just Elaine calling to tell him “the house is empty.”

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xexyromero · 2 months

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i'm ridin' around and my girl's high. matías recalt x fem! reader.

fem!reader, matías recalt x reader, smut +18

cw: smut, oral (matí recebe), finger play, traição, degradação, public s3x, y diferença de idade (pouquinho e é mencionado aqui e ali).

sinopse: amigo do seu namorado, matías tem uma sugestão para a madrugada fria.

wn: eu escrevi isso daqui tão rápido! desculpem qualquer erro <3

que matias era bonito e divertido, você sempre soube. e não podia mentir que o pensamento “ah, se eu não namorasse…” já havia passado pela sua cabeça uma vez ou outra se tratando do argentino. mas trair, assim, na cara dura? jamais se imaginou fazendo isso. bom, tinha uma primeira vez para tudo.

você e matías estavam dividindo uma cadeira de praia, de barriga para cima, com a lateral dos corpos se encostando. estavam na área da piscina da casa de verão de um amigo. o restante do grupo que havia ido com você dormia há muito tempo, em seus quartos, deixando vocês dois sozinhos no deck. dividiam um beck, esquecido por agustin, na madrugada fria.

estava tudo indo bem, até o momento que matías achou de bom tom revelar que sempre quis te beijar, que sabia que você também queria beijar ele, e que vocês deviam fazer isso antes que alguém acordasse, ali mesmo. sua cabeça entrou em curto circuito, o clima pesou, matí se afastou um pouquinho, mas manteve a mão firme na sua coxa.

matías era muito mais novo que você.

nem tanto. eram só alguns aninhos de diferença que não alteravam em nada o calor crescente no meio das suas pernas.

ele provavelmente só queria uma noite ou um momento de prazer. e você não é disso.

uma vida toda sendo uma garotinha comportada e até meio chata. você tinha direito de se divertir!

ele era muito amigo do seu namorado.

um namorado que esteve viajando a europa toda, por meses. e em alguns dias mal falando com você. deus sabe o que ele estava fazendo.

você suspirou, convencida por si mesma e totalmente derrotada diante os olhos de matias. “isso é errado.” não tinha muito como desistir agora, mas você optou por pelo menos falar alguma coisa consciente antes de se entregar.

“sim.” concordou matias, sem muito esforço, dando de ombros.

“você devia me estimular, sabia? em vez de concordar que é errado.” era muito óbvio que você estava nervosa e enrolando aquela situação, mesmo que a quisesse muito. era uma linha complicada de ser cruzada.

“não vai poder jogar a culpa em mim, nena. sinto muito.” você ficou em silêncio, vendo ele soltar a fumaça do beck longamente pelos lábios e passando o mesmo para seus dedos. “além do mais, eu já estou bem estimulado.” pegou sua mão livre e a colocou em cima da própria calça, fazendo uma pressãozinha de leve. matías estava muito duro. você conseguia sentir o membro pulsando por entre o tecido. não teve coragem de tirar a mão e a deixou ali mesmo. deixava tudo um pouquinho mais… real?

sentia que estava lambuzada também. mas não daria o gosto para matías de sentir. “você é um pivete atrevido.” vociferou, baixinho, espalmando a ereção do mais novo com força pelo tecido da calça. sentiu o corpo dele contrair e relaxar e um suspiro que podia facilmente ter sido um gemido, se não fosse a situação que estavam. “quantos anos você tem, hein? aposto que nunca comeu ninguém na vida.” ok, golpe baixo - estava com raiva de si, mas descontando para cima do argentino.

ele riu. uma risada quase inocente. ficou chocada que ele não se deixou levar pelas suas provocações. “idade suficiente pra te foder melhor do que seu namorado.” ele virou o olhar para você, erguendo de leve a sobrancelha.

“você é indecente. e bruto.” dizia isso, mas tinha certeza que sua calcinha estava completamente arruinada de tão molhada. nunca tinha sentido tanta tesão.

“e você não tirou a mão do meu pau ainda. que tal aproveitar e colocar a boca também?” ele tomou o beck dos seus dedos, deu um último trago. forçou seu rosto para que você virasse para ele, baforando a fumaça na sua boca e rosto antes de apagar.

você bufou, irritada, soltando o pouquinho de fumaça que havia recebido. mas umedeceu os lábios. que comecem os jogos, pensou.

ele pegou a manta fininha que cobria as pernas de vocês e levantou até o peito, erguendo a ponta que estava do seu lado para que você mergulhasse lá dentro. assim que abaixou a cabeça e entrou debaixo do cobertor, as mãos de matias (que permanecia com metade do corpo para fora) correram para o zíper da calça, afim de liberar o próprio membro.

você prendeu o cabelo com as mãos, respirou fundo, e segurou o pênis do argentino com força, dedicada a dar o melhor boquete da sua vida. começou dando beijos ao longo do comprimento, atiçando. aos poucos, foi capturando o membro todo com a boca, fazendo movimentos de vai e vem, brincando com a língua e sugando da melhor forma que podia.

o corpo de matías tremia de excitação e você quase conseguia sentir o esforço que ele fazia para não gemer e nem para foder sua boca ali mesmo. alguns minutos (poucos, você estava fazendo a mamada da sua vida, que fique claro) foram necessários para que ele gozasse com tudo na sua boca.

assim que sugou a última gota de gozo do pau alheio, afastou a coberta e subiu para encarar os olhos do rapaz. limpou o canto da boca e sorriu da forma mais banal que conseguia. “é um menino mesmo. gozou tão rapidinho.” implicou mais uma vez, dietando na posição original.

“você me chupando como uma puta, era pra eu ter demorado? sinceramente, nena. abre as pernas que é sua vez agora.” e você, obviamente, abriu as pernas o máximo que conseguia no espaço limitado. mesmo que matí já tivesse gozado, ele permanecia com um fogo no olhar.

desceu a mão da sua coxa para o meio das suas pernas, te masturbando por cima do pano melado da sua calcinha. “bom, parece que eu não fui o único que me diverti aqui.” ele comentou em tom debochado, no seu ouvido, depositando um beijo e uma lambidinha no seu lóbulo. “se eu soubesse que você estava tão pronta pra dar, tinha te levado pro quarto.” com cuidado, ele colocou a peça de roupa de lado e enfiou um dígito para dentro do seu buraquinho tão convidativo.

você segurava os gemidos a todo custo, se contorcendo desajeitada na cadeira de praia. ele sussurrava coisas degradantes no seu ouvido, comentando da sua buceta e da facilidade que era meter, de quanto que ele gostaria de ter metido até te esfolar, de quanto seu namorado não te aproveitava. ao mesmo tempo, te penetrava com os dois dedos, te estocando com força, deixando a mão espalmada para fazer fricção com seu clitóris na medida que metia.

com pouco tempo, você já estava arruinada e entregue. “goza, nena. goza pra mim, eh?” o sotaque e o pedido foram tudo que você precisava. gozou com tudo, os dedos dos pés curvando, um gemido escapando da sua boca.

ele tirou a mão de você e te deu um beijo carinhoso e demorado, acariciando seus cabelos e deixando você “voltar” ao planeta terra. quando seu corpo se acalmou, agustin apareceu distraído, saindo de um dos quartos e se juntando a vocês na borda da piscina. ele parecia ter acabado de acordar, os cabelos amassados e um sorriso bobo no rosto.

um sorriso que só perdia para o seu.

“que sorriso bonito, amiga.” ele elogiou, comentando do sorriso bobo-e-cheio-de-dentes que você trazia. “o que houve?”

“bateu, amigo.” você respondeu com simplicidade. e segurou firme a mão de matí por baixo do cobertor.

#matias recalt x reader #matias recalt #lsdln cast #ffs

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russellius · 11 months

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HIGHS and LOWS

sources below the cut:

George Russell - Britain’s next F1 champion? (podcast with Natalie Pinkham) // Orion by Frank Ocean // Sun King by The Beatles // --- // Toto after the 2020 Sakhir GP // --- // Toto after George’s first pole // --- // --- // --- // Grace Willows, To Kiss a King // --- // GQ: F1's Mr Consistent is focusing on all the positives // same GQ article // Thinking, 1938, Oil on Canvas by Hans Frohne // same GQ article // Ovid // High Performance Podcast // --- // The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913 // Gone Ridin’ by Chris Isaak // Elena Ferrante, The Story of a New Name // IG post after Imola 2021 // --- // IG post after Imola 2020 // William Shakespeare, Henry VIII // High Performance Podcast x2 // No Stop Signs by Myllo // about The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel // Dante Alighieri // Square Mile: F1 driver George Russell: "I'm ready to fight." // --- // --- // Fade by The Driver Era // Crofty on the broadcast :) // Vince Lombardi // --- // --- // Heaven by The Neighbourhood // Square Mile article again // Shakespeare, King John // Friedrich von Schiller, The Artists // --- // Felipe Massa after the Sprint race in Brazil // The Times: The Formula One driver and his father, Steve, on failed driving tests and sleeping in horseboxes // ---

#george russell #f1 #f1edit #*m #*mine #web weaving #<3 #im very normal about him btw.#long post

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lattaeyongs · 2 years

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a collection of all my works! includes those made on my other blogs.

[BLURBS]

[all]

[most popular]

sorted by: member

taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, doyoung, ten, kun, sicheng, jaehyun, jungwoo, yukhei, hendery, xiaojun, yangyang, shotaro, sungchan, mark, renjun, jeno, donghyuck, jaemin, chenle, jisung

[FICS]

Johnny Suh

two tickets to paradise | best friend!johnny, vacation (resort)!au, summer!au, fake dating!au, best friends to lovers!au, fluff, slight angst

↳ word count: 14.8k

↳ after your fiance leaves you at the altar, you’re devastated – but not devastated enough to cancel your honeymoon. instead, your best friend johnny accompanies you, and you start thinking that your fiance wasn’t right for you after all.

Mark Lee

reunion | barista!reader, exes to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut

↳ word count: 7.4k

↳ Suddenly Mark Lee, your high school ex-boyfriend, is back in your life, and you’re not so sure that it’s a bad thing.

Huang Renjun

the trojan horse | royalty!au, historical (late 1700s)!au, arranged marriage!au, heavy angst, fluff, smut

teaser (unofficial; 100+ words) teaser (official; 1.7k words)

↳ word count: 19.6k

↳ In which the boy you fall in love with isn't who you think he is.

Lee Jeno

summer of love | ‘90’s!au, brother’s best friend!au, summer!au, neighbor!au, slice of life(ish)!au, fluff, slowburn

↳ word count: 15.2k

↳ The summer of 1997 was a weird time. As a person living in the modern era, you’d completely forgotten what it was like to live in the ‘90’s. In May 1997, you listened to the Backstreet Boys, flipped through TV Guide, and had an answering machine which seems so archaic now. But that isn’t the only reason why the summer of 1997 was weird. That summer was the time you fell for your brother’s best friend.

[SERIES]

sugar | ceo/single dad!jaehyun, secretary!reader, fluff, slight angst, smut (in some parts)

pt. 1 | 4k words, fluff pt. 2 | 14k words, fluff, slight angst, smut

↳ They say it’s lonely at the top, especially for Jung Jaehyun, owner and founder of Jung Industries. As a single dad who just wants to be the best father to his daughter, he realizes that you make his life a little sweeter when you’re by his side.

[EDITS]

eclipse: the first mini album | taeil & haechan, edit, mini album!au

ridin' as a netflix movie | edit, netflix!au, streetracer!dreamies

markhyuck as james bond films | edit, james bond!au, movie!au

nomin as james bond films | edit, james bond!au, movie!au

nct 2020's resonance as a netflix tv series | edit, netflix!au, mystery

random (but cute) texts with boyfriend!jaemin | text au, edit

boo's and spirits | paranormal podcaster!renjun, spotify!au

[MOODBOARDS]

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct fluff #wayv fluff #nct scenarios #masterlist #lattaeyongs

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neochan · 9 months

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𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒, 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐎𝐍𝐄 !

tagged by @peachjaem00 ! thanks for the tag lou!! <3

rules: bold the one you'd rather save! add your own comments in parentheses

istj vs. glitch mode (saw this in concert and it rocked my world. literally almost passed out lol)

broken melodies vs. dive into you

love again vs. 1, 2, 3 (was my favorite song for like ever)

deja vu vs. diggity (they played this at the concert and i didn't even know it omg i feel like a fake fan)

blue wave vs. walk you home

tangerine love vs. better than gold

hot sauce vs. boom (this was torture but i am only allowing myself one skip and i'm not using it on these....)

like we just met vs. to my first

119 vs. drippin' (i'm not fucking choosing.)

anl vs. arcade (literally is my favorite song of theirs idc)

dunk shot vs. trigger the fever (this song at the concert also almost made me pass out lol)

quiet down vs. poison

be there for you vs. never goodbye

candle light vs. puzzle piece

life is still going on vs. yogurt shake (lets be so fr rn)

irreplaceable vs. replay

sorry, heart vs. moon

ridin' vs. go (this was an era. and we won't have anything like it again.)

bungee vs. rocket

dear dream vs. my page

stronger vs. countdown (3, 2, 1)

my first and last vs. chewing gum

saturday drip vs. sos

on the way vs. graduation

my youth vs. dreaming (this is also one of their best songs ever)

7 days vs. best friend

beatbox vs. hello future (OH THEY'RE BOTH SO GOOD BUT..)

starry night vs. take my breath

rainbow vs. teddy bear (this song is so jskhskajfhksdhf)

candy vs. don't need your love

skateboard vs. fire alarm

we go up vs. we young (nothing beats we go up. it is the ultimate boss)

dream run vs. pretzel (this song cracks me the fuck up)

best friend ever vs. fireflies

bye my first... vs. beautiful time (if i ever heard this live i think i'd fr sob so hard)

tagging: anyone who wants to do this!

#nct dream tag game #tag game #nct dream

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was there a specific moment that made you insane over jeno ? or jungwoo, im just curious as to what pushed you to the edge 🫨

idk I’ve probably answered this at some point but I had a manic episode like a year ago and deleted everything off my blog except fics lol. will probably happen again eventually, im just a girl yk.

I have no idea actually, I been insane abt Jungwoo since the first time I ever saw him in the nct 2018 live when he was debuted as a new member. my attraction to him was instant from there buttttttt definitely after the first time I saw him irl I dropped my other 127 biases completely bc they could not hold a candle to him. you guys just DO NOT GET IT🧎🏻‍♀️he’s. yeah. and. I would do anything for him. its hard to write fics for him seriously bc……someone out there in the middle of South Carolina gonna be flicking their bean to MY ult, gtfo🧍🏻‍♀️UGH!

Jeno tho🤔 Jeno never caught my attention until Black on Black and I was like 👀 at that point I was like wow this group nct group….great music like GREAT music very my style, but god damn the visuals…non-existent. I had been a fan since debut but Dreams releases back then also didn’t do much for me until my friend was listening to Drippin’ one day and I was like heyyyy thats real good. so when I saw Jeno in Black on Black I was like THATS A DREAMIE?!?!?

but yeah Ridin/Boom era really was the time that pushed me over the edge for sure. like he was always cute buttttt when I saw him in Ridin’ that was like OH! I kept up with them since We Go Up music wise but didn’t care to watch their music videos, I still hate the Chewing Gum/MFAL music videos, throw We Young in there too bc that song sucks. anyway.

I’m more insane abt Jeno these days more than ever tho, don’t ever see your favs irl🫡💚

#asks

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choerrykook · 2 years

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send me an idol + an era

↳renjun x ridin era for @jungwon-luv-bot-pt127

#renjun #nct #nct dream #nctinc #malegroupsnet

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culmer · 1 month

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Scheming like a MADVILLAIN ridin a six wheeler!

#hiphop #design #fashion #illustration #goldenagehiphop #musiclife #mfdoom #mf doom #madvillain #art #anima #Spotify

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nct-charlee · 10 months

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MASTERLIST !

All about CHARLEE: profile // her playlist // style // behind the camera // in her phone // family // Dating history

Relationships:

NCT DREAM

NCT 127

WAYV

NCT U

In SM

Outside of SM

Years:

2010-2013

2014-2016

2017-2018

2019-2020

2021-2023

The internet vs CHARLEE:

Charlee Youtube Content

bubble

instagram

twitter

ERAS:

THE FIRST

WE YOUNG

JOY

NCT 2018

WE GO UP

CANDLE LIGHT

DNYL

FIREFLIES

BOOM

RIDIN’

NCT 2020

HOT SAUCE

HELLO FUTURE

NCT 2021

GLMO

BEATBOX

CANDY

BFE

BROKEN MELODIES // ISTJ

MISC:

song credits

#nct female addition #nct added member #nct addition #nct dream added member #nct female member #nct dream 8th member #nct dream oc #nct oc #nct dream

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letsbenditlikebennett · 10 months

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Alex Bennett as Taylor Swift Eras

(Thanks you @mortemoppetere for the amazing graphic <3 )

Debut

A Place in This World

I don't know what I want, so don't ask me 'Cause I'm still trying to figure it out Don't know what's down this road I'm just walking

Fearless TV

Change

Because these things will change Can you feel it now? These walls that they put up to hold us back will fall down It's a revolution, the time will come For us to finally win

Speak Now TV

Innocent (to Kaden)

It's alright, just wait and see Your string of lights is still bright to me Oh, who you are is not where you've been You're still an innocent It's okay, life is a tough crowd 32 and still growin' up now Who you are is not what you did You're still an innocent

Red TV

The Lucky One

It was a few years later, I showed up here And they still tell the legend of how you disappeared How you took the money and your dignity and got the hell out

1989

New Romantics

'Cause baby, I could build a castle Out of all the bricks they threw at me And every day is like a battle But every night with us is like a dream

Reputation

Getaway Car

I was ridin' in a getaway car I was cryin' in a getaway car I was dyin' in a getaway car Said goodbye in a getaway car

Lover

The Archer

I've been the archer I've been the prey Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

folklore

my tears ricochet (Alex&Andy)

And I can go anywhere I want Anywhere I want, just not home And you can aim for my heart, go for blood But you would still miss me in your bones And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)

mirrorball

I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try

evermore

tolerate it (to parents)

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life Drawing hearts in the byline Always taking up too much space or time You assume I'm fine But what would you do if I Break free and leave us in ruins Took this dagger in me and removed it Gain the weight of you then lose it Believe me, I could do it

Midnights

Mastermind

No one wanted to play with me as a little kid So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since To make them love me and make it seem effortless This is the first time I've felt the need to confess And I swear I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian 'cause I care

#wr headcanons #wr face #wr content #alex content #alex content; eras #(never been a natural all i do is try try try) ;; art

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kim-woonhak · 9 months

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tag game: save one, drop one - nct dream edition // from this video

tagged by @nctsworld @lee-minhoe @neonunau (thank u guys <3)

istj vs. glitch mode (as a jenozen...BOTH)

broken melodies vs. dive into you (😡 what an evil comparison ! theyre both so good but broken melodies is truly just great)

love again vs. 1, 2, 3

deja vu vs. diggity (i still am a diggity enthusiast okay)

blue wave vs. walk you home

tangerine love vs. better than gold

hot sauce vs. boom (musically boom > but era-wise hot sauce > aka when i became a dreamzen hehe)

like we just met vs. to my first (lwjm is rly so so so good do NOT sleep on her)

119 vs. drippin'

anl vs. arcade

dunk shot vs. trigger the fever

quiet down vs. poison

be there for you vs. never goodbye

candle light vs. puzzle piece

life is still going on vs. yogurt shake

irreplaceable vs. replay

sorry, heart vs. moon (she's on my sleep playlist <3)

ridin' vs. go

bungee vs. rocket

dear dream vs. my page

stronger vs. countdown (3, 2, 1)

my first and last vs. chewing gum

saturday drip vs. sos

on the way vs. graduation

my youth vs. dreaming

7 days vs. best friend (A WEEK EOPSEO)

beatbox vs. hello future (😭💔 only bc hf is my dream song of all time)

starry night vs. take my breath (idt i've ever cared about either of these :\)

rainbow vs. teddy bear

candy vs. don't need your love (whoever thought of this comparison is a siyuan-anti)

skateboard vs. fire alarm

we go up vs. we young

dream run vs. pretzel

best friend ever vs. fireflies (why did i agree to do this game if i always refuse to choose lmfao)

bye my first... vs. beautiful time

tagging any of my dreamzen moots who wants to torture urself doing this bc i wont force anyone to </3

#tag game #this reminds me of when stayblr had the skz song ranking bracket tag game going around like a year ago that was also traumatizing #also i feel like candy vs best friend ever and dnyl vs fireflies would have been more fair

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yourkimjaejin · 1 year

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A Closer Look At: Jisung and Aurora (#RoJi)

Dance Instructor

Aurora is Jisung’s one and only dance student.

After learning a new dance, Aurora will take time after practice to go through each and every move until it's burned into her muscle memory. Sometimes the pace of regular practice is too fast for her but no one complains. Usually by the third practice Aurora had everything down.

That is all thanks to Park Jisung

While all the boys offered to help Aurora learn each dance, Aurora always refused. Citing that Jisung was already helping.

Aurora couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the way Jisung broke down the dances for her. Maybe it was the comforting presence Jisung had in her life. Maybe she just trusted him the most out of all the members. She didn’t know and she didn’t care to find out.

Fans often caught Aurora pulling Jisung aside to ask him for help on a move right before pre-recordings or backstage at festivals.

The cutest times are when Jisung can predict what Aurora is going to ask. He’ll just randomly dance to one of Dreams songs, Aurora will nod going on to do said move perfectly.

One time, between Boom!era and Ridin!era, Dream had a new choreographer who didn’t understand Aurora methods. For an entire practice, he just nitpicked her constantly.

The members all looked around at each other not really knowing what to do. Something like a mean teacher was usually handled by Mark but he wasn’t here.

After the twentieth time Aurora looked like she was ready to shed tears. Jisung had enough stopping practice to yell, “Look, I will help Aurora after practice and she will have it down pat by the next one. Just leave her alone.”

The rare sight of an angry Jisung was enough to fluster the choreographer. For the rest of practice, Jisung stayed close to Aurora making note of every step she messed up on to help teach her later.

Roji Time

Aurora and Jisung have their own pair name and it’s Roji or Rosey in English

This is based of the unconfirmed/confirmed nicknames the two have for each other: Roro and Jiji

These two will just disappear and hours will go by before the older members of AG and Dream realize they sneaked away.

At first, the groups freaked out searching every corner of each dorm before finding the two maknae’s playing games in Aurora’s room, their feet hanging in the air while their backs lie on the floor.

After this, the members made up a special signal to warn them of the maknae’s slipping away for some quiet time. It was two rapid taps then a flick on one of their older members shoulders.

Months after the code was established all of NCT (at the time) gathered at the 127 to hang out. Hours in, Taeyong looked around and did a head count as he often did when surrounded by all his kids. When the number was short, he did it again and was two members short again.

Now, some panic sets in. This time he walked around the dorm counting the members loitering around and still came up two members short. Somehow, in his own dorm mind you, he lost the maknaes. Real panic set in now. Taeyong stopped all the conversation and asked everyone, “Has anyone seen Jisung and Aurora.” When all he got for answers were shugs and puzzled looks, Taeyong’s panic was about to hit the ceiling.

To fend off an impending search, Mark spoke up, saying, “Oh they just snuck off for Roji time.” This caused Taeyong to ask more questions. Only to be placated by Moxy “Don’t worry they're fine. They’ll come out when they're ready or hungry…..or both.”

Minutes later the two silently walked to the kitchen, grabbing all the snacks they could carry then snuck back off. Only then did Taeyong finally breath.

First Kiss

Like the name implies, Jisung and Aurora had their first kiss together

And Chenle can’t stand it

“I just don’t know why you didn’t come to me?!”

Anyways, they both figured ‘When would they ever find the time and somebody they actually liked to share this with?’

“I would rather do this with someone I’m comfortable with than wait my whole life for the right person to come along.” As Aurora explained, Jisung nodded in agreement, not noticing the look Aurora was giving him

“Oh you mean me………..OH! You mean me??!”

Jisung was reasonable concerned about their friendship if this were to happen but Aurora helped him relax

“Jisung do you in any way, shape or form have a glimmer of feelings for me?” “No.” “Jesus you didn’t have to say it so fast!”

It went by quickly. A light press of lips with no pressure of moving past this level.

They both moved on like normal. It was everyone else’s reactions that were abnormal.

A week later, Aurora was over at the fifth floor dorm to bother Haechan, as one does. The other member’s were dishing about their first kiss stories. All the boys cringing at their own horror stories then Aurora interrupts

“How can a first kiss be so bad? Me and Jisung kissed a week ago and it wasn’t anything like that.”

It only took a couple of seconds before the dorm exploded.

“A WEEK AGO!”

“YOU AND JISUNG!”

“I KNEW HE HAD FEELINGS FOR YOU!”

Needless to say, it was a long night of explanations for NCT’s maknae line.

“We both just wanted to get it over with and No Jungwoo oppa, Jisung and I have no feeling for each other whatsoever.” Aurora explained after her older members stopped freaking out.

Protector

Everyone know that’s Jisung always walks between his hyungs at the airport and Aurora always follows after him

That’s because Aurora is glaring at any “Fan” that gets too close to her maknae line friend (Fan is a word I just loosely in this situation)

Ssaengs always try to use this as a way to lob hatred at Aurora for her “‘mistreatment of fans”

Whenever some isn’t deterred by Aurora death glare she always assures Jisung of what she would do to protect him

“Next time one of those girls gets in your face, I’m laying them out and nobody can stop me” “You can’t just punch people in a public setting Roro.” “I can. I will and I dare ANYONE to stop me.”

During their first Dream Show Tour, a girl somehow got past security and ran at Jisung. Aurora saw and moved Jisung behind her (Which is funny to think about. Jisung’s tall body protected by Aurora's smaller one). Aurora just glared the fan down until security came and moved the fan back. The rest of the way, Aurora dragged Jisung by the hand through the airport

Jisung alway laughs off her bursts of violent protection talk but in his head it’s nice to know what the younger would do to anyone that made him uncomfortable. It made him feel safe

Silent Comfort

Where Aurora is violent, Jisung is quiet

Aurora know that’s Jisung will be there for her without a shadow of a doubt

For Jisung, he knows Aurora already has ten older brothers willing to drop anyone who puts a frown on her face. Jisung didn’t want to make a place for himself in those ranks.

So jisung made use of his quiet.

Jisung is Aurora’s rock. Always there to support and help the younger anytime the stress of being a young idol in the spotlight became to much

Like when Aurora (rightfully) freaked at her original outfit for the Work It music video

Jisung stayed put, even though he himself wanted to go after that stylist like their elder members. He took Aurora’s hand and sat by her side until their noona’s and hyungs took care of the problem.

Jisung is one of the only members who can approach Aurora when she’s having an AB (NCT code for Aurora Breakdown. Did I mention NCT has group wide codewords? cause they doo!!!). Jisung will sit until she’s ready to talk to one of their hyungs. Jisung, even though he’s scared, will sit with his phone and the rhythmic tapping of him playing a game helps Aurora breath and relax.

A perfect example was during Aurora’s last year of Korean middle school. She was studying for her final exams while working on NCT 2018 promotions. It was a hectic time. Taeyong and the hyung line constantly tried to get her to sit out of rehearsals and take a break. Stubbornly, she refused. Running herself ragged until a week before exams.

Aurora sat at the 127 kitchen table working thru a study guide a friend put together. Everything was quiet until the residents of the dorm heard glass shatter. They ran into the kitchen to find Aurora, surrounded by water and glass shards, curled up in a ball shaking. Silent tears rolling down her cheeks. Her only request, “I want Jisung.”

For the rest of the night, Jisung sat next to her as she worked. Holding her left hand until she fell asleep, face buried in her notes. Johnny and Jaehyun were called to move them into Taeyong’s room for the night. None of them having the heart to wake them.

#NCT AG #NCT AG.Aurora #NCT AG.Writing #NCT AG.Info #NCT AG.Facts #nct female unit #nct female addition #nct female member #kpop!au #kpop!fakegroup #kpop addition #kpop!addition #nct female subunit #kpop!oc #nct female oc #kpop female member

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