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romanarose · 4 months

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Yes, Uncle Tommy?

DBF!Joel Miller x fem!reader

DBF!Tommy Miller x fem!reader

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Summary: Something something, Santa's not the only one coming?

Your dads friend's kid brother, Tommy, fucks you while Joel watches... but Joel cant keep his hands to himself

Warnings and Content: Big, girthy age gap, degrading, rough sex, cucking Joel, objectification (calling her a toy, a sex doll etc). Tommy is playfully teasing you but it's in jest. Jerking off, cream pie and cum in face, make up smearing, ass eating, praise, "daddy" joel, "uncle tommy" threesome between brothers but they are far away from each other, but watching. ball sucking, mentions of oral, m and f receiving, slapping, pinning down, nipple play, spitting. EXPLICITE AND LOVING CONSENT! This was a lot so if i missed anything LMK!!!!!

Immersability: Reader is fem, has hair, reader is much younger than Joel and Tommy. Mentions of readers stomach jiggling but i think most (not all i'll conceed!) do when folded and pounded lol. Mentions of a "bruising grip" as a metaphor but not mentions of bruising or coloration.

The requested part two to Yes, Mr. Miller? but you don't gotta read before.

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"Jesus Christ!" Tommy laughed at you mockingly. "Look at her, struggling so hard to take it!"

Joel knelt behind you, fisting his cock above you as you chocked on his balls. "Be nice, baby's just sensitive." He warned his brother. He liked to watch Tommy's cock disappear into your little cunt.

"Yeah cause your scruffy excuse for a beard was all up in between her legs for hours before you decided to invite me in."

Joel had intended on fucking you raw in your bed again, but when Tommy heard the sounds coming out of your door, he put two and two together. After a brief, whispered deliberation with you, Joel invited him in.

'Be my own, personal porn star.' He had instructed. You knew just what Joel liked to see, and now he had the perfect view. Still, you couldn't help the sounds that drew Tommy in the first place so to keep your mouth occupied, Joel shoved his cock in your mouth. After he decided you were a little overwelmed, he switched to his balls.

"Poor little, baby..." Tommy mused. "Get'n awfully squirmy... wassamatter? Can't take it?" It was mostly playful mockery, but also his way of checking up on you.

All he got was a muffled whine as slobbered on Joel's fat balls.

Joel sat back on his haunches, pulling himself out of you but dragging his heavy balls on your face along the way, making sure to smear your make up as he spat a glob of spit on your before slapping you across the face.

"Uncle Tommy asked you a question, baby. Didn't daddy teach you your manners?"

Choking back a sob as you're stretched to the limit at the core of you, Tommy slows down to allow you to breath without his cock punching the air out of your lungs.

"Y-yes, unclemmmm, uncle Tommy?" You ask in your bestest, goodest girl voice.

"I said," Tommy grabbed your hips and yanked you down till you hit his pelvis, making you gasp. He dropped his body down to kiss your neck and said in a soft voice. "Are you doing alright?"

"Yes, Uncle Tommy, thank you sir." You seal it with a kiss on the lips and a buck of your hips, spurring Tommy on again.

The younger Miller groaned, pulling back and smiling at his brother as his hips snapped into you with fury. Both kept their shirts and a light jacket on incase they needed to clean up quick, and the way you were crying out, Joel wasn't sure you could keep from alerting the whole house when you came.

Joel placed his hands on your shoulders, pinning your wriggling body down. "Hold still, little girl..." Joel chastised, shuttering a bit at the lose of stimulation from his rough hands.

"M'm sorry daddy" You whine, but do little to stop the writhing on the bed.

Soothingly, Joel ran his hands down your still-clothes chest, swiping over your hard nipples and going back to rub your neck, repeating this motion and keeping you pinned down.

"It's okay, sweet girl, it's a lot, isn't it?"

It was, it was so fucking much. Joel was longer, but Tommy's cock was fatter, splitting you open wide. Despite the ache, you we so, so fucking high off pleasure right now, you could scream. Your stomach swooped with every thrust, Tommy hitting you right in your core as Joel massaged you, neglecting his own aching cock.

"Such a good little girl for us Joel, thanks for sharing your little toy." Tommy smacked your thigh, forcing you to bite down on your lip to prevent the yelp. "Hurts so good, but she's taking it anyway. Fuuuck, brother squeeze'n me so tight I think she's about to cum! Pathetic little thing, ain't she."

"Ohhh, she just wants to be good, Tommy! She just wants to be a little fuck doll for her daddy and uncle, bet her whole family can hear her little pussy getting torn apart." As Joel brought his hands down again, he squeezed your tits in a bruising grip, sure to leave a mark, before rolling your perky nipples between his fingers.

"Fuck, daddy!" You cry, making Tommy laugh again.

"I dunno Joel, I reckon you better fill her mouth up again before her real daddy comes in to find her being used like a blow up sex doll."

"I think you're right, brother."

"Always am."

Joel knelt up again, balls dangling above you and you open your mouth eagerly to taste his musk, but Joel surprises you by lowering himself down so his ass was right on your mouth. You could feel his balls on your chin as her jerked himself, muffling your moans and cries and begging with his ass.

"Oh fuuuck yeah, that's it, my dirty little girl"

Tommy chuckles, never relenting on his pace on you, fucking into your waiting body with everything he had. "Fucking nasty. She'll just let you do anything to her, huh?"

"Pretty much. Little girl just wants to make her daddy proud." You and Joel had actually talked about ass eating before and you said you were game, given the proper sanitary measures. Joel never actually did anything you didn't want or anything he hadn't asked about.

Glancing to the side, Joel saw your teddy, the little toy he had you clutching when he fucked you over thanksgiving and god an idea. Taking the toy and gripping at the neck, Joel pressed the button to your clit right above where his brother was defiling your little cunt. "Teddy wants you to come, baby."

He feels your whimpers reverberate between his ass cheeks as you like into him, tongue prodding at his tight hole. You briefly had the thought of slipping a finger up his ass, but remember that had not been discussed yet. You wondered if he'd let you peg him.

Joel looked up at Tommy, his brother's boyish face grinning wildly back at him. Joel had made Tommy start of easy, not going full pace just yet as he wasn't sure you could take that for too long, but now, as things were coming to an end, Joel wanted you absolutely destroyed. He picked your pretty make up smearing all over his ass.

"Go nuts Tommy. Fuck her like a rag doll."

Given full permission, Tommy was unleased. He gripped your hips, lifting them off he bed and he heard a muffled squeal before fucking hard and fast, your skirt falling down and revealing your jiggling belly. He was an absolutely mad man, slapping into you with such fervor Joel was carefully paying attention to your grip on his thighs as you ate him in case you needed to tap out, but your never once faltered on your tongue work. Joel took the moment to jerk his cock furiously, his one personal porn star getting fucking right in front of him, and him having the best seat in the house.

"Fuck, Joel." Tommy calls his attention, voice strained and eyes pinched closed. "She's fuck'n cum'n, cum'n real har- oh fuuuuck... shit! 'm cuming so hard!" With a few more grunts, Tommy spilled into you, filling you up with gushes of his warm seed.

Just then, Joel pulled back off your face just in time to spray the hot white on the red and black mixture of your make up, releasing with a grunt.

"Fuck darl'n, such a sexy little fuck doll for me..." When he was finished, Joel rubbed your teddy on your messy, soiled face. "Good girl.... such a good girl..." He coaxed Tommy to lay down, redressing himself before grabbing your makeup removing wipes and the baby wipes you added to your collection for days like this. He grabbed a few make-up wipes and tossed the baby wipes to Tommy. Joel sat on the bed, pulling your limp body towards him to rest your head on his lap. As Tommy took care gently wiping your aching and puffy pussy, tender in his strokes but thorough, Joel wiped down your soiled face, both whispering words of praise.

"Such a pretty girl"

"Did so well for us, princesca."

"Perfect thing."

Once you (and teddy) were clean, Tommy made his exit with a parting kiss, leaving you and Joel together.

"How do you feel, baby girl?" He asked, smoothing his hand over your face to sooth you.

"Great, Daddy. How do you feel?" You wanted to check in with him too. Fucking you at the same time as his brother may not have been the threesome he initially proposed, but you hoped you weren't dissapointing.

You could feel the smile in his voice. "Absolutely perfect, darling girl. amazing"

You laid there on his lap for a few moments until you heard the bathroom door opening after Tommy and your dads tell tale footsteps up the stairs.

"Heya Tom, where you been hiding?"

"Oh," Nervous laughter as he patted his stomach. "Just, you know, the eggnog. You know how I am with dairy." Tommy is talking too loud, signaling Joel to make his escape.

Joel mutters 'shitshitshit' and quickly put his shoes on, you scrambling to push him into the closet.

"You seen Joel lately? Or my kid? Wanna make sure she ain't drank too much. She gets a little dizzy sometimes with alcohol."

"Uhhh no man, ain't seen 'er. Joel i think went out for a smoke though."

"I'll check in her room."

"OH, uh, you know, she might be sleeping." He was so fucking loud and a bad actor.

You shut the closet door, and scramble back to your bed just in time for your dad to knock gently before carefully opening and calling your name in hushed tone. "High honey, you feeling okay? Disappeared there for a moment."

"Yeah dad, I'm alright. Just feeling a little under the weather is all."

"You have too much to drink?"

"Yeah, that might be it..."

"Ill get you some water, alright? And a bite to eat. make you feel better. Be back in a sec."

"Thank you daddy!"

When the door closed, you tell Joel it's clear and he comes out of the closet.

"Go, he's gonna make me leftovers, now's your chance!" You begin shoving him to your door, just Joel stops, pinching your cheeks with his thumb and forefingers.

"Don't you ever call another man daddy, understood?"

Through your squished cheeks you murmur. "Yes, Mr. Miller." He kisses you on the forehead and makes his exit.

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luvyeni · 3 months

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❛A VERY HAPPY ENDING❜ ( l. felix )

p. masseuse!felix x fem!reader w. 2.3k

warnings? fingering, boob play, oral ( f. receiving ), uprotected sex, cum eating

— 𖦹 ( you're in need of a break and to relax, so your friend makes you a well needed reservation at a massage parlor ) !

authors note. i suddenly remember when felix would go around and give people massages and i came up with this, so enjoy 😁.

“Jesus yn, what the hell happened in here?” your roommate entered your room. “it’s like a tornado hit your room; did this, left — spun the block and hit it again.” She said, stepping over the pile of clothes on the floor to your bed. “im sorry I didn’t have enough time this week to clean, too busy at work.”

“looks like you didn’t have the time to do your hair and anything else, you look like a hobo.” You clicked away at your keyboard, rolling your eyes. “did you come in here to insult me?” you questioned. “cause that could’ve been a text.”

“I came in here to tell you that you need to take a break, you’re working yourself to death.” She voiced her concerns. “im fine.” You said. “baby no you not and that’s okay, we can fix that cause you can’t keep living like this.” She was right, — your job had recently had layoffs and you and the rest of the people that were spared were worked to the bone to replace the missing people; which meant more work and long hours, so you didn’t have much time to do anything.

“living like what?” you turned in your chair. “babe when was the last time you had any me time?” you shrugged. “maybe about a month ago, I think.” She sighed. “exactly you need to relax, that’s why as your roommate and the bestest friend in the world, I took the liberty of scheduling us both for a massage at my favorite masseuse parlor this weekend.”

“I don’t have time this weekend there’s a— nope I don’t want to hear it.” She covered her ears. “you’re gonna put the laptop down this weekend and go out and have some relaxation time.” She said. “even if I have to drag you out myself.”

You sighed, knowing your friends wouldn’t back down unless you agreed. “fine we’ll go.” She clapped, standing up. “great!” she chipped. “its gonna be great, I swear you’ll feel like a new woman after this.” She said hugging you; before making her way to the door, looking around the room once more. “and maybe then you’ll come to your senses and clean this pigsty.” She scrunched her nose up in disgust before leaving out.

The next few days were busy and finally Friday rolled around and the weekend was finally here. That evening you got home and your friend was already going at your room claiming ‘we need to get this together before we become new women.” You sighed, dropping your bag; changing your clothes before you also jumped in and you tackled the crazy that was your room; you both finished; covered in sweat from the deep clean. “girl you better be paying me fore that.” Your friend huffed. “I worked like a damn dog.”

“thank you.” You said, ready to take a shower and hop into bed. “no problems girl.” Your friend hopped up. “now get some sleep cause our girls day starts at 10:30 am sharp.” She skipped out her room. “and make sure to tidy up down there.” She pointed to your below area. “why do I need to do that?” you crossed your legs. “just listen to me, and do it goodnight.”

“is it noticeable.” You said looking down; had it been a long time? “no.” you scoffed getting your pajamas ready. “shes crazy.” You said, thinking for a minute. “well it couldn’t hurt anyone.” You grabbed a new razor from your nightstand before making your way into the bathroom.

The next day you a woken feeling a little bit more refreshed than usual; sleeping in a little later than normal and in a clean room really was nice. You woke up, getting ready for the day with your roommate.

You spent the whole morning and early afternoon out with your roommate; getting your hair and nails done, shopping for new clothes and other things for the apartment. It was almost time for you both to head over to the massage place; so you stopped for lunch then headed right over.

“we’re here.” She pulled into the parking lot. “it even looks fancy outside.” You stepped out of the car. “I booked our appointments for a least busy time so it should be empty so we won’t have to wait long.” You both walked into the place, standing at the front desk. “hello?” you friend tapped the bells and a boy came scurrying out.

“hello, welcome to our day spa, do you both have a appointment?” he said. “yes we do its under (f/l/n).” he typed down on the computer, your friend turned to you mouthing ‘he’s cute’ to which you shook your head at her antics.

“oh here it is.” He laughed after struggling to find it. “which one of you is scheduled for felix and which one of you is scheduled for changbin?” you turned to your friend. “does it matter?” she nodded. “changbin is much muscular and he hits all the right places “ you furrowed your eye brows. “you seem to know a lot about this place.”

“if I may?” the man in front of you said. “felix is very good too, he’s the most popular here, everyone always asks for him.” You nod, well if he’s good that’s all that matters, anyway a massage is a massage. “okay.”

He guided you both to two different rooms. “you can go in there and you there, they both should be here soon so you can get undressed and wait.” He walked away. “undressed?” you turned to your friend. “yeah you have to fully be undressed.” She said. “is that why you told me to shave?” she winked, walking into her room shutting the door. “crazy.” You walked into your room closing the door.

You stripped down to your underwear, taking the towel, wrapping it around your waist, pulling your panties down your leg, sitting them down on your pile of clothes — just as the door opened, making you jump, covering your chest. “oh im sorry I thought you’d be laying down already.” He said. “its okay.” You said. “I was just finishing up.”

“well you can lay down now and we can start.” He dimmed the lights. “I can light candles if you want.” You smiled, nodding. “thank you.” You laid down, your boobs hitting the cold leather, making you hiss at the sensation. “you okay?” felix finished lightning the last candle. “y-yes im fine.” You felt your face heat up that he heard that noise. “okay we can get started now.”

You rested your head on your arms; you felt a warm liquid hit your back, making you flinch. “is it too hot?” you shook your head. “just shocked me a little.” You heard him chuckle. “don’t be scared, its just eucalyptus and peppermint oil.” He explained, you felt him rubbing it along your back, you sighed at his touch. “it helps with inflammation and pain.”

The boy in the front was right; he was a godsend with his hands, it’s like he knew you like the back of his hand, hitting all the right places, your body slowly began to relax. “you seem so tense, do you work a lot?” he asked. You hummed. “its not good to work like that, too much stress can cause a lot of knots and that causes pain.” He pressed down on one spot that made your eyes shoot open; a low whimper coming out of your mouth.

“oh , im sorry.” You cursed at yourself, embarrassed at how it just slipped out. “that’s good, it means I’m doing a good job.” He said. “don’t be embarrassed.” He said in a low soft tone, his deep voice sending a wave of arousal in your gut. “let out all the noises you want.”

His hands moved to your side, rubbing them gently; making his way up to the side of your boobs. “is this okay?” you hummed, pretty sure at this point you’d let him do whatever he wanted as long as he kept talking to you like that.

His hands rubbed the sides of your bust gently, you bit your lip to contain any noises that tried to force their way out. “you don’t have to hide them.” He said. “I want to hear them.” You couldn’t for the life of you wrap your head around why this stranger has such an effect on you; but you didn’t stop the next noise that came out of your mouth. “fu-fuck.”

He worked down your back, right above your ass, where the towel covered, pressing down. “its seems really tense here.” He pressed down harder, you whimpered. He worked down to your legs, pushing the towel to sit right above your thighs. He poured some more warm oil on your legs, rubbing your calves, making his way up to your thighs — dangerously close to your bare bottom.

Felix never would’ve done this with another client; he would’ve stopped right at your back — but he couldn’t help it, you were making so much noise and he had to admit; it was turning him on, a lot — and he wanted to see how far he could go.

His hands were entering dangerous territory as he rubbed the in of your thighs, you could feel the heat of his fingers on your cunt, he could easily touch it if he wanted — and you really wanted him to.

It’s like he read your mind cause his next words made your heart race. “if you want me to touch you, you have to say something.” He said. “I wont do anything you don’t want me to.” He said. “i-I want you to.” You said breathlessly. “then turn around.”

You turned on your back, his hands work all the back up to your boobs, gently cupping them; you let out a soft moan. “let me hear you.” He pinched your bud, your back arched up; giving him the leeway to undo the towel, your bare cunt for him to see — thank god you shaved. “so pretty.” His hands travel down to your pussy, lightly touching it. “pl-please.”

“you want me to touch you?” you nodding. “ye-yes.” He smiled, his hand spreading your legs; fingers grazing your clit. “good you used your words.” He rubbed your clit, spreading your folds. “such a pretty cunt.” He whispered. “so soft.” He pushed a finger inside of you. “so wet.” He moved his fingers in and out of you, curling the to hit that gummy spot inside of you. “you gonna cum, I can feel you clenching.” He used the pad of his thumb to rub your clit. “you can cum.”

And just like that you were on his finger, moaning out loud. “so loud.” he sat on the massage table in front of your breathless naked body. “I want to hear more.” He kissed your neck, climbing on top of your body to leave little kisses down the valley of your breath, taking a nipple into his mouth as he sat on his knees in between your legs, his hard cock evident as he pressed it against your cunt.

“sh-shit.” You moaned as he grinding his hips against you, sucking on your nipples. “pl-please fuck me.” That was all he needed, before he undid his pants freeing his hard cock. “you sure you want to do this?” he said. “im a stranger and — I want this, please.” You needed this, you needed him to fuck you. “please fuck me.”

He pressed his tip against your cunt, pushing himself inside of you. “oh fuck you’re so tight.” He slowly worked himself in and out of you. “you need to relax, you’re so tense I can barely -fuck- I can barely move inside of you.” You whined as he used the pad of his thumb to rub your bud. “that’s it.” He sighed. “open up for me.”

He moved his hips fluidity, his cock hitting all the spots your vibrator just didn’t. “fe-felix.” His name flowing right out of your mouth as he worked his way in and out of you. “fe-feels so good.” He moved faster, you felt your orgasm approaching. “im gonna cum.” Your voice was shaky as your clenched tightly around him.

“fuck me too.” He grunted, he moving faster. “felix im cumming.” You gasped, the knot in your stomach snapping as you came. “shit you’re too tight.” He moaned, his orgasm approaching quickly. “shit.” He pulled out as fast as he could, cumming all over your cunt. “fuck.”

“one more.” He said, his face near your cunt. “I want to give you one more.” He licked your folds, the taste of your cunt and his cum on his tongue was dizzying. “fu-fuck.” You were feeling overstimulated at the point, but you still felt your third orgasm approaching fast. “oh fuck.” You gasped. “fuck im gonna cum!” thinking he was gonna move away, but he didn’t he stayed there drinking up all you have to offer. “fe-felix.” You had to push his head away to keep him from going on.

He pulled away, wiping his mouth; your body was fully relaxed by now; the service time was probably long over. “shit my boss is gonna kill me.” He quickly redressed himself, helping you get dressed. “that sounded harsh, I really liked it.” He said, you laughed, pulling your shirt down. “I understand, my friend has probably called me a thousand times.” You pulled out your phone, and believe it or not there were no phone calls from her, but two text messages.

(friends name)🩷| I told you you’d like him…

(friends name)🩷| have fun girl, I’ll wait in the car😉

Your face burned with embarrassment. “I would like to see you again.” He said. “me-me?” he nodded. “yes, if that’s okay.” You nodded. “I would love to see you again.” He smiled, as you gave him your number. “lets see each other soon.” He nodded. “is the weekend coming up okay?” he wanted to see you as soon as he could — he needed to. “We can get dinner and maybe see a movie.” He moved closer to you, caging you against the bed a smirk on his face.

“and I can give you a even better happy ending than today, only if you’re good though.”

©️LUVYENI

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rosieface · 1 month

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Jesus is my bestest friend ♡

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scarvain · 1 month

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omg i loved your hamzah fic! every time a hamzah fic shows up on the tl jesus sheds a tear!!

feel like it’s so awkward to request but would love for u to write about dating hamzah on the dl & being a guest on the patreon pod

giving relationship advice to some sad slushys while being all sweet n giddy with each other……

STAWWWPP I LOVE THISSSS I GOT U!!!

✶ sweet nothing — hamzahthefantastic x reader

WARNINGS: tooth-rotting fluff, i used the name junia for the slushy that msgd and reader has a dog named loki

A/N: i'm not subscribed to the patreon and i don't entirely know what goes on there BUT i just know hamzah's alone for that???? even in a fictional universe, hamzah still can't read too BAHAHAHA also sorry if this took so long, i had this in the drafts for a while but just finished it now!

the whole day, you’ve been overthinking about being on your boyfriend’s podcast.

you’ve been on out of character before but martin would also be there with you and hamzah.

so here you were, zoned out while your boyfriend explained everything you're gonna do for this episode.

"okay, so... are you ready?" he finally finished talking, now looking at you and then seeing the state you were in. his eyes soften and he walks toward you.

"what's wrong?" he held your hands in his as he tried getting your attention. you look up and give him a smile.

"just a bit nervous," you force a chuckle then he pulls you in to kiss your forehead. "you think they'll notice we're.. y'know." you tilt your head, placing a hand on his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

he shrugs in response, hands now on your hips, caressing the exposed skin from your top. "i don't know honestly but i don't think it'll be a big deal for them cause i love you."

you giggle before pulling him in for a kiss.

"okay let's start then!"

the podcast went on like it usually did, you and hamzah spoke about everything and anything you could think of — from the recent movies you've watched to activities you guys have been doing.

the next part of the podcast's segment was introduced by hamzah, he pulls out his phone and looks at his instagram messages.

"okay so this is the first one, i'll read it first and tell me what you think."

you nod at him to start the he starts to read.

"hi hamzah, i'm f-17 and i finish high school very soon. for the past year, i've realized that i lick—oh sorry it's like my best friend who's m-18 and he's had girls chasing him for a while now and he was entertaining them but ended up not having anything with any of the girls. but recently he's been hinting at liking me and flirting with me playfully i guess i don't know if i should let him know i like him, help me please."

you look at him to see if he was finished then he puts his phone down, now turning to look at you. “okay so you like your best friend that sounds familiar,” hamzah gives a teasing look to you with a smirk on his face.

you roll your eyes playfully, inching closer to him on the sofa until your knees are close to each other.

“i can relate to this, i was clueless too if he was flirting with me or not,” you glance between hamzah and the camera as you speak, holding the mic a bit closer. “but in the end it still worked out and he’s… well my boyfriend now!” you both chuckle and you feel yourself blush, hiding your face with the mic.

hamzah places a hand on your thigh which thankfully wasn’t caught in the frame. “oh my god okay, since you’re sooo happy talking about him, continue the story and give our girl… uh… wait what’s her name—oh there it is! junia!”

you get closer to hamzah, now shoulder to shoulder, and interlocking your hands with each other.

“okay so before i dated my boyfriend, he really wasn’t entirely my bestest best friend but more like a close best friend? he had a special place in my heart–”

“oh really what kinda special place?” he nudges you which you ignore.

“and even before i realized i liked him, it was like i’m always wanting to be around him or talk to him a lot.” your gaze was entirely on him as you said this, completely forgetting about the camera recording and a smile started to grow on hamzah’s face, looking down at his lap to try and hide it.

“i’ve known my boyfriend almost 5 or 6 years before we started dating and it really took me a while to realize i was in love with him.” you were already smiling at him, rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

his head shots up and looks at you, eyes a bit wide.

“wait you were in love already?”

you bite your lip to try and stop yourself from smiling bigger. “yeah, dude, i’ve told you this before!” you let go of his hand, the smile still prominent on your face as you punch his arm playfully.

“okay loser, just continue,”

you roll your eyes and scoff jokingly. “but in all honesty, i know i barely talk and post about my boyfriend but he knows i love him soooo much,” you look up at hamzah who was trying to hide his smile by biting the insides of his cheeks.

you lean closer to him before continuing. “so junia! if you really think you both like each other then go for it! you never know what could happen.” you said and it was like you had hearts as your eyes as you looked at hamzah.

he indistinctively puts an arm over your shoulder as the podcast continues, reading more of the messages and giving the viewers advice.

“oh hamzah! i think this one you can help with,” as you were about to show hamzah the message, your dog, comes out of the room and tries pulling you away from hamzah.

“jesus christ, loki, stop stealing my girlfriend.” he muttered but was still heard on the microphone.

you leave the couch for a while and place your dog in the room.

“okay so here’s the message.” you hand him the phone and he reads it.

“hi hamzah, i don’t know if you’re taken or single cause honestly you’ve been sending us mixed signals at the moment but if you are taken, can you help me flirt. i start college soon and i still don’t know how to talk and flirt with girls—okay i see what you’re trying to say here y/n what the hell.” he glares at you as he finally finishes reading and you stick your tongue out at him which he just smiles at.

"just a tip to everyone who's watching, never ask hamzah how to flirt cause this boy can't flirt to save his life!" you laugh as you said the joke, hamzah putting the phone down and covering your mouth to stop you from saying anything else.

the recording went on for a few more minutes, you ended the episode on a positive note since all you did was tease and make fun of each other.

"i don't think i'll ever be invited back here again after that, so bye you guys!" you blow a kiss to the camera before standing up and stopping the recording.

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Satan is my daddy,

Jesus is my bestest friend.

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foreverdolly · 2 years

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godspeed your love | protective austin!elvis x reader

this is part three of the 'my bestest girl' series. i highly recommend that you read part one and part two before reading this one.

summary: you and elvis are driving back to graceland after a show in arkansas, when something happens that terrifies you both. having been so close to losing you, elvis throws his original plans for a flashy romantic gesture out the window. he knows for certain that he can't live without you, and having been so close to it? he can't bear the thought.

pairings: austin!elvis x reader

word count: 6,282

warnings/notes: SMUT! in previous and upcoming chapters, elvis is a simp but what's new in this series, just a whole lot of tooth aching fluff, i'm so excited to post the next part- can't even tell ya.

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Elvis never could stand driving in a car without the radio blasting. After the show, not caring how his hair ended up, he rolled the windows down, singing along to the song “Unchained Melody” by Les Baxter. You would think that after a long night of performing that the man would grow tired of using his voice, but he was no better than a songbird. After the song had ended and the radio announcer began playing something else, Elvis reached out, turning the volume down on the radio. “I would love to perform that song one day. Whatcha think?” He turned his head, looking at you out of the corner of his eye before turning back towards the dark road. It was a hot spring night in Arkansas, and the wind felt good on your cheeks. You had tried tucking your hair behind your ears to keep it out of your face, but had given up after the first ten minutes of the drive. Elvis kept looking over at you, his cheeks a soft pink as he admired your beauty. You always looked so well kept- always had. You were raised up on good Southern values, and always took extra care in your appearance. Even before you started dating Elvis, you had been the belle of your school, which was probably why the ebony haired boy was always stuck to your side like glue. He had been too scared to let you out of his sight, even with the title of “best friend”, he never did like other boys around you. Elvis thought you were absolutely gorgeous like this. Your hair mussed, your eyes alight with excitement and adventure. You were just as high on the adrenaline as he was after the show, him having you sit on the stairs of the stage after the last little incident from the Fairgrounds tour. You preferred being down in the crowd so that you could have a better viewpoint of your beau. Alas, Elvis was extra strict in his protection over you after everything that had happened.

“I think you’d sound wonderful, Elvis. Really! All it needs is a little more soul, and you’ve got plenty of that.” He smiled widely, lifting up in the seat so that he could get a good look at the rearview mirror to make sure that Scotty and Bill were following close behind. You turned your head too, searching for their headlights in the distance. Once he had made sure that his bandmates hadn’t gotten lost on one of the backroads, he turned back to face the empty road. “The building orchestra is beautiful, but I’d want to keep it a lil’ more simple. Just the piano- at least until the buildup of the song. If I sing it with enough heart, I don't need anythin’ fancy like that.” You nodded, leaning your head back against the cushioned headrest of his pink Cadillac. “A choir.” You hummed out, slipping your heels off so that you could tuck your feet underneath yourself, turning to face him with a wide grin. He sounded the best when he stuck to his roots. Even though you liked everything he ever sang, you felt like the Colonel was beginning to pull him in a new direction. He sounded godly when it was just him, Bill and Scotty- that rhythm guitar of Elvis’s shining through. His eyes quickly widened as he removed one of his hands from the wheel, snapping a few times before pointing at you excitedly. “I could give it more of a gospel feel. Jesus, baby! I’m marryin’ a genius.” You felt your cheeks flush a bright red, and you were quick to stare down at your lap. Even after the first night that the two of you had spent together, marriage had been something that had been discussed. Some would call the two of you crazy for moving so fast in your relationship. After knowing Elvis for so long, you knew what kind of a person he was. You were certain that he was the person for you, and he seemed even more convinced. He had been fully dedicated to you since day one.

You were one of the only people that truly understood Elvis down to his very core. You saw him, and loved him for who he was, not what he did. When you had first met him back in school, the most he had done with his musical career was win fifth place at the Mississippi Dairy Fair singing “Old Shep” when he was ten. The man never doubted your intentions with him, and you never doubted his either. He was in a hurry to wed you, and he let your parents know his intentions after he dropped you off at home one night. It had only been the second official date the two of you had been on together, and he had walked straight up to the door and shook your father’s hand. Your dad had been shocked by Elvis’s sudden formalities, having known the boy since he was in the eighth grade. “I’m dating your daughter with the intention of marriage, and I wanted to get your blessing, sir.” Though both your father and mother had been stunned into silence by his bluntness, they had happily agreed. There was no one else that your parents had ever imagined you ending up with, and same with Gladys and Vernon. Gladys had called you up that very same night, letting you know that her boy had told her the good news. Elvis still hadn’t proposed yet, and you supposed that it was because he wanted to make it special. He was the type of man that put value behind everything he did. He never half-assed anything. Even if it was just a random board game, he always made sure to win. Sometimes he’d take that attitude a little too far, having you help him cheat during the card games he played with family and friends.

Sometimes Elvis would drop hints that he would be popping the question soon, like right now. He liked to keep you on your toes though. Part of you felt like he was waiting until you moved in with him to finally ask you to be his wife. He had practically begged you to move to Graceland when he had first bought the house back in March, but your parents weren’t budging. No matter how many times you tried to explain to them that you wouldn’t be staying in the same room until marriage, they seemed to be against it. You weren’t married yet, so you weren’t allowed. Sleepovers every now and again seemed to be fine with them, especially whenever he was on the road. They knew that you would probably go crazy if you had to be without him for too long, and they respected that. Of course they didn’t know that the two of you had been sleeping in the same bed since the very beginning. You had lied and told them that the Colonel had gotten you a separate hotel room.

What they don’t know won’t hurt them.

You enjoyed spending the weekends at Graceland. Your parents hadn’t been too keen with the idea of it. You had promised to call them routinely in order to quell their nerves. After getting nightly calls from both you and Gladys, they seemed to quiet down and get used to it. Letting you live there full time, seven days a week, was pushing it with them though. Your mother and father weren’t budging. Even Elvis’s mother had tried to reason with them, going out to lunch with your mother in the hopes of buttering her up to the idea. “So. . . Have your parents had a change of heart about Graceland? They’re invited to come over just to see it. Maybe if they saw how many rooms there were they might change their minds.” Your boyfriend reached out blindly, his hand searching for yours in your lap. You gave him a quick squeeze when he intertwined your fingers. “No matter what I say or do, my mother won’t seem to change her mind on it. She’s bein’ difficult.” When was she not being difficult though? You tried to ignore the disappointed frown that pulled at the corners of Elvis’s lips, but failed in doing so. You rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand, moving in slow circles. He seemed to relax after that.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed smoke curling up from over the hood of the car. You blinked a few times, wondering if it was perhaps just your mind playing tricks on you, but the smoke gradually began to thicken a bit. “Uh. . . Baby? Is it supposed to be foggy out right now?” Elvis turned to look at you like you were crazy. “It hasn’t rained or anythin’. I don’t see why there would be any fog out, why?” He squinted his eyes, trying hard to see exactly what you were looking at. His lips parted in shock when he finally noticed the grey cloud rising up from under the hood of the car. His blue eyes widened a bit before he groaned loudly. “I just want to get back home, god damn it!” He complained, pulling the car over.

For a second the both of you were fully convinced that it was just a mechanical problem. Your father’s car had smoked up like that before, after it had gotten overheated. Back then all he had to do was wait for a couple minutes before cranking the thing back up. He was able to get it back to a shop, and all they had to do was pour more fluid in it. Your parents, prior to Elvis insisting that he bought them a new car, had the same car for nearly nine years. This car was brand spankin’ new, so there was no way that there could be something seriously wrong with it. Right? Elvis sat up in the seat so that he could reach over into the back, reaching for a jug of liquid that you thought must be the same sort of fluid that your father had used. You listened to him muttering to himself, cursing his own luck. “We’re not even near a damn hotel, so Bill and Scotty are going to have to drive us all the way home to Memphis. As much as I hate to say it, I don’t think I can stand being in the car with those knuckleheads for two hours.” You agreed with him. Elvis loved horsing around just like any boy his age, maybe even more so. He was one of the funniest men you’ve ever met- but Scotty and Bill took it too far sometimes though. They were extremely loud, and the two of you could only take them in small doses. You prayed to the heavens that you both could get the thing started back up. You weren’t too far away from Tennessee, and you had promised your parents that you would call them in the morning after you had gotten back to Graceland.

Elvis kept rattling on, pushing your suitcases to the side so that he could search under the seats. “Where the hell is that damn coolant?” It was at that exact moment that the smoke began changing colors. Before your very eyes, what had once been a soft gray smoke soon turned into a thick black smog. Your heart began to pound loudly, panic soon seizing you. This wasn’t normal, was it? You were quick to reach out, turning the ignition off before it could get any worse, but it was too late. There was a soft popping noise from under the hood, and then an explosion so loud it made your ears ring. Elvis jumped so violently that his head hit the roof of the car, and he was quick to sit back down in the seat. Elvis yanked the door to the driver's side door open, hurling himself out onto the grass, his shoes slipping against the wet dirt as he tried to get over to your side. “Baby!” Never in your life had you ever heard him so panicked. You were frozen with fear as you saw the bright orange flames lapping up against the pink hood of the car, illuminating the pitch black backcountry road. “Y/N!” He screamed your name, yanking at the car door handle. It was the pure, unadulterated fear in his voice that snapped you out of whatever fear induced haze you had been in, and you were quick to reach out with shaky hands, trying to undo the lock. It kept slipping in your fingers, not budging. “T-The door is locked!” Elvis was crying now, his face twisted as he tried desperately to yank the door open, not having any leverage against the wet ground. You sucked in a deep breath, limbs feeling weak as you climbed over from the passenger seat to the drivers. You tried his door, but found that it must have locked automatically- some sort of newer safety feature with the fancy car. You were trapped. Both of the windows were open about halfway, but it wasn’t large enough for you to crawl through. “You’re going to be okay, darlin’. Okay? I’m gonna get you outta there.” It sounded like Elvis was hyperventilating, damn near talking to himself as a way to soothe his own panic.

Because he had to get you out. You had to be safe. He had been doing such a good job at ensuring your constant protection ever since that incident from a couple of months back. Hell, the man was so crazy about your safety that he called your house phone every night that you weren’t by his side, wanting to hear your voice and know that you got home from work safely. The cab of the vehicle was beginning to grow stiflingly hot, and the smoke was making it difficult for you to breathe. “E-Elvis! E-Elvis, honey. . . it’s gettin’ hard for me to breathe.” Your boyfriend had run to the side doors, yanking on them for dear life. Nothing. “I’m going to break the window, baby. I want you to scoot back on the opposite side as far as you can. Cover your face.” Your foot hit the gearshift as you frantically pushed your body against the hot side of the car, pulling your knees up to your chest so that you could bury your face into your skirt. Elvis searched the ground on his hands and knees, looking for a rock big enough that he could use. After about twenty seconds he found what he was looking for. He gripped the thing as hard as he could, rearing his arm back before bringing it down against the window as hard as he could muster. You jumped as you heard it crack, shaking like a leaf as you heard the fire roaring just beside your ear.

Were you about to die? Sure, you’d gotten yourself into trouble before, but never like this. The ebony haired boy ripped off his blazer, wrapping the fabric around his hand as he clawed at the broken glass, pushing it into the car so that you could safely climb through. “C-Come to me, baby. Come on, little one. I’ll pull you out.” Your hands got cut up by the shards of glass as you crawled over the leather seat, but you couldn’t even feel it with your adrenaline pumping the way that it was. Elvis’s hands were underneath your arms in the blink of an eye, and he yanked you so hard that the both of you fell to the grass. He clutched you to his chest with one arm, using his other to slide you both away from the car and into the forest-line behind you. He didn’t stop dragging the two of you backwards until the both of you were halfway into a bush. The man was shaking so hard that he was practically convulsing. Scotty and Bill showed up just thirty seconds later, having only been a mile behind the both of you. They had seen the fire from the top of the hill you two had been driving down, and had gunned it to get to the both of you. For a second all that the four of you could do was stare with wide eyes, both you and Elvis’s face stained with soot and tears. “How the hell did this happen?” Scotty asked when he shuffled over towards the both of you. He offered Elvis a hand, but he was too stunned to take it. Either that or he didn’t want to let go of you yet. He was holding you so tightly that it felt like your back might break, but you reveled in it. Elvis had saved your life. Elvis Aaron Presley had just saved your life.

“I don’t know, man. I-I really don’t know. It was runnin’ just fine the entire way to the show, and then it just burst into damn flames! S-She nearly died…” He trailed off, squeezing you a little tighter to him before he slowly relaxed his arms. The shock was beginning to wear off of the both of you, soon being replaced by horror. You both could have been gravely injured in all of that, but other than some scraps and bruises, the both of you had come out of it just fine. Sure, your lungs hurt from inhaling so much smoke, but you were sure that it would be better within the next couple of days. You weren’t sure how Elvis had been able to act as quickly as he did, especially given the level of panic he must have been feeling in the heat of the moment. You slowly stood up on shaky legs, completely barefoot and grass stained. Elvis looked even worse than you did. Even his hair had mud in it. He was quick to reach out for your hand once he had stood up, not even bothering to brush himself off before he pressed your small hand against his chest. His heart was still beating a mile a minute, his pulse pressing hard against your palm. “I never want to go through anythin’ like that again,” Scotty and Bill started walking back to the car, realizing that whatever Elvis was currently going through, he definitely didn’t want them hanging around and listening to his vulnerability. The second that they were far enough away his bottom lip began to quiver. “I-I thought you were gonna die.” His voice cracked as he tried to hold back the tears. “I’ve never felt like that in my entire life.” Your boyfriend didn’t break down very often, but when he did it was only around you. You were the only one permitted to see him like this.

“I thought I was gonna die too. . .” The fire was starting to die down, but you knew that the front seats were completely scorched by now. If you had been in that car just a minute more, there was no way you wouldn’t have been burned up by the fire. Either that or from smoke inhalation. Both of those possibilities would have been a horribly painful way to go, and the thought of Elvis having to see that happen to you? God, you had both been through something terribly traumatic. “Let’s get home, alright?” Graceland. Home. You wanted to go home and crawl into bed with Elvis and hold him as tightly as your bodies would allow. “Yeah, let’s do that honey.” Elvis started to walk to the car, but paused as he noticed that you weren’t wearing any shoes. He looked down at your dirt stained feet, biting down on his lower lip. Without saying a word he bent down, scooping you up into his arms so that he could carry you across the dirt and grass to the other car. He helped you inside, scooting in next to you in the back. “I’ll pay to have your car cleaned, Bill. Don’t mind the mess.” You two were absolutely filthy, and you were sure that the seats would look like a crime scene by the time that the two of you were back home. The boys brushed it off quickly, Scotty turning around in the passenger side seat to face the both of you. “It was already pretty filthy back there anyways, isn’t that right, Bill? After what the both of you went through, don’t even worry about it.”

Most people would be surprised to learn that Elvis was a very polite and well mannered person. He was raised in a Southern Christian household, and he upheld those values, even with all of his newfound fame. He might have been five seconds away from a mental breakdown, but that didn’t mean he didn’t value his friend’s belongings.

The four of you were only ten minutes into the drive, but your anxiety was mounting all over again. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to be in a car after everything that just happened. You had at least an hour and a half left into the drive, and you didn’t think you could mentally handle it. Elvis noticed your quivering, and was quick to look down at you, his eyes wide with worry. “B-Bill? Change of plans. The airport is about ten minutes from here. Can you drop us off?” The car plummeted into silence as the boys tried to grasp just what their bandmate was trying to say. “It’ll take you even longer to get home by plane than it would by car. Not to mention that your girl doesn’t have shoes. . .” Elvis shook his head, quickly turning down the offer. “I’ll make somethin’ happen. I can’t be in a car right now. My nerves are shot.” Your heart warmed as you realized that he was trying to blame this on his own feelings, and not yours. He knew how nervous you got about feeling like a burden or a bother. “I’m sorry, darlin. You’re okay with that, right?” He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow. For a second all you could do was smile at him, and he returned it, flashing you a knowing wink. You quickly nodded your head, excited to get the hell out of the car.

Elvis stuck to his word. He made it happen. He was able to buy a pair of shoes off of a woman the second that he had entered the airport. The price? An autograph and a five dollar bill. The shoes were slightly big on you, but you made it work. The front desk clerk was shocked to see the state that the two of you were in, but Elvis quickly gave her a condensed version of the story, and after pulling some strings behind the scenes, you two were seated on a plane within the hour. It was a miracle.

When you and Elvis finally arrived home, Gladys was already waiting up in the living room. “Mama? What in the hell are you doin’ awake at this hour?” Elvis asked as he shuffled in through the front door, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. He had to hold you up, practically carrying you through the front door. You could barely keep your eyes open. “Elvis! Y/n! My babies!” She launched herself out of the chair she was perched in, wrapping her arms around the both of you in a hug that was so tight, you felt your upper back pop. “S-Satnin? You okay, momma? What’s got you actin’ like this?” Gladys was the type of woman that fell asleep around ten o’clock at night. She was a creature of habit. You hadn’t caught sight of a clock in the last three hours, but it had to be two in the morning. “I-I had a dream! About you two. Oh, it was awful. Something was wrong, and I wasn’t able to get to you in time. I told your daddy that it was an omen. I just. . . I just knew that somethin’ wasn’t right.” The second that Gladys had pulled away, both you and Elvis shot each other a look. ‘How did she know? No one had called her, had they?’ She rubbed her hands together nervously, looking at the state of you both. You two looked like absolute hammered shit. “What in sam hell happened to you?” The ebony haired male, at first, tried to play it off as simple car troubles. The roads were muddy, and the two of you got filthy. She wasn’t buying it for a skinny minute. She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. “Don’t you lie to me, boy.”

After giving you a quick glance he jumped into the story, explaining everything to her in detail. When he described how afraid for you he had been, the male teared up, unable to even put the horrific sight into words. “I could see the smoke building up in the car. I felt so helpless, mama. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t think I’ll be able to ride in a car for weeks.” And you didn’t think that you would be able to either. Being locked inside of that tiny space, hearing the fire crackling right by your ear and feeling the heat against your skin? It wasn’t something you think you’d ever be able to get over. Gladys held you in her arms as Elvis retold the story of the night's events, stroking your hair and placing kisses against your soot covered forehead. Finally, after Elvis was done, you turned your eyes up to look at him. It was obvious that he was overcome with emotion. Seeing you in that position, not knowing if he would be able to save you or not, had been a nightmare come true for him. “You kids are going to kill me one day. M-My heart just can’t take it.” Gladys grabbed onto your shirt, gripping you even tighter to her small, soft body. “It was a freak accident, mama. I don’t know of anybody that somethin’ like this has happened to.” She sniffled by your ear, slowly letting you go. You stood up a little straighter, moving to stand by Elvis’s side. His body was beginning to sag with exhaustion. “We’ll talk about this more in the mornin’, okay?” He reached down to take your arm in his, pulling you in the direction of the stairs. Gladys looked like she wanted to argue, but shuffled off in the direction of her and Vernon’s room.

Elvis took his time cleaning you off in the shower, his hands running over your body delicately, washing away the grime of the night. He was gentle with you, touching each and every inch of you. He even insisted on washing your hair for you, making sure that no soap got in your eyes. When he touched you like this it wasn’t sexual. It was almost like he wanted to make sure that you were really there with him. That you were real. Sometimes Elvis would just touch you to touch you. There didn’t have to be any real sexual intensions behind it, he merely enjoyed the feel of your skin. Loved your warmth and your natural scent. Elvis had been in love with you for years, and the fact that you were there with him, loving him back? Well, that was the greatest gift in the world. You returned the favor, grabbing the bar of strong smelling soap, rubbing it against your hands. Once there were enough suds, you took his arm in your small hands, deciding to start there.

Sometimes you thought that he might break, and it scared you.

He was a gentle soul with a big personality. He was the type of person that had a deeper way of thinking than most normal people, and it was that constant pondering that got you all shook up in the worst of ways. You were scared that he might get lost in there someday, and that you might not be there to pull him out of the raging waters of his own head. He looked at you like he had a thousand things he wanted to say, but he barely talked throughout the entire shower. He just stared and stared, his hands brushing over your shoulders and down your arms. His fingers pressed against the tender skin under your breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands. And then he’d press his palm against the middle of your chest, searching for a heartbeat. You two stayed like that for a few minutes, the warm water running over both of your faces. His long eyelashes blinked against the droplets, fighting so that he didn’t have to close his eyes. He wanted to keep looking at you.

Wordlessly he pulled away from you and grabbed a towel, and instead of drying himself off first, he reached out for you, pulling you into his arms so that he could tenderly begin drying you. Only after you were completely dry and no longer shivering from the cold did he finally scrub the towel against his dark locks. “Are you alright?” You finally asked, reaching up to pull the towel away from his face. The plush yellow fabric was wrapped around the top of his head, his body still dripping wet, and he stared down at you through his thick lashes. His eyes were sad, his lips slightly pursed. “Yeah.” His voice wavered, and he cleared his throat before nodding. “Y-Yeah. I’m fine, baby. Just thinkin’.” When was Elvis not thinking? You merely nodded your head, grabbing the robe that Elvis had bought for you off of the back of the door and wrapping it around yourself. After tossing the towel down the dirty clothes shoot he opened up the door, padding across the carpet to his bedroom. He liked to keep it pitch black, the thick curtains already drawn shut. You squinted your eyes to see him through the dark, and slowly crawled into the bed. You could barely make out his form, but somehow he still managed to see you. He slipped the robe off of your shoulders before moving down to undo the knot at your waist. “I want to feel you tonight, baby. I won’t try nothin’.” Your parents would die if they knew that you had only ever slept with Elvis in his bed. His parents must have known that he didn’t have you sleeping in the spare bedroom upstairs, but thankfully they never mentioned it to your parents. If anything, they were nice enough to uphold the lie, saying you only ever stayed in the guest rooms during your time at Graceland. Elvis kept his word, pressing up against your naked body with his. Large hands moved against your stomach, then down your thigh, lightly gripping at your flesh. Finally he spoke up, sharing the thoughts that were plaguing him. He did this often. He had to sort through his feelings before he finally found the nerve to share something of a severely serious nature with you.

“I can’t live without you. I’ve always known that you would be the love of my life. Always been certain of it. Now that I’m with you though. . . I don’t think I can spend a single day without you.” You squeezed your eyes shut, shuddering out a breath. “I feel the same way.” You mumbled, rubbing your cheek against the arm that he had rested beneath your head. He pulled you even tighter against his front, your rear end pressed tightly against his pelvis. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you fit snug against him. “I mean. . . I-I wanted to do this a better way, baby. I had a whole plan, but I don’t think that I can wait any longer. I w-went to your house last week. You were out shopping with mama.” Your eyes shot open as you remembered how strange it was for Gladys to call you up, wanting you to help her pick out a new vacuum cleaner. You know how clingy the woman was, and she had told you that Elvis had made plans with the Colonel that day. You merely thought that she didn’t want to go out alone, and thought nothing of it.

Why would Elvis go to your house without telling you? You could only think of one reason. . . “You went to my house?” You mumbled, your lips brushing against his arm. Your face felt numb, and your hands shook as you gripped onto the pillow. He tightened his hold on you, pressing his forehead against the back of your head. You felt him nod, his nose nuzzling into your wet hair. “I had lunch with your daddy. I-I told him that. . . that I bought you a ring.” Your breath locked up in your throat. “O-Oh. . . Elvis.” Your heart began to pound in your throat. “I told him that I wanted you to live with me. That I wanted you to marry me, and be the mother of my children. I told him that fame wasn’t gonna change me none. T-That I will always love you. Stay true to you. Provide for you.” You couldn’t believe that this was all happening. You were in shock. He gave the back of your head a kiss before he sat up, untangling himself from you so that he could reach into his bedside table. You heard the drawer open and close, and slowly you sat up, turning to face in the direction of his voice. “I-I want to be able to see you.” You stuttered out, trying to fight off the tears that you were sure to soon shed. Wordlessly Elvis opened up the heavy curtains, moonlight pooling in. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of laying in the darkness, you were able to see him. Your pretty boy. His skin looked paler than normal in the moonlight, and his hair was so black it was practically obsidian. His eyes were pooling with emotion, but he looked so sure of the things that he was saying. The two of you were only twenty-one, but classmates of yours had gotten married far younger. You were ready.

He was gripping a velvet box in his hand, and he slowly eased himself back down into the bed, reaching out for you. You intertwined your fingers, looking down with wide eyes at the box. “I’ve loved you from the moment I first set eyes on you. A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thought about you- even just once. You’ve been my main source of strength, even through all of this recent craziness. You’ve always been there for me when I needed you most, Y/n. I want to grow old with you and make a life with you. I want you to take my last name. S-So. . .” He removed his hand from yours so that he could lift the lid of the box. It could have been a ring that he had gotten you from a gumball machine, you didn’t care. It was the way he spoke so softly to you, almost as if he was unsure of what your answer might be.

It was almost like Elvis still didn’t know how much you truly adored him. Despite the fame, he was still a man. A man that had been in love with the same girl since middle school. A man that still had to pinch himself, in fear that he might be dreaming.

The ring, even in the dim lighting, was gorgeous. The diamond itself was bigger than anything you’d seen before. Your lips parted as you tried hard to fully grasp the situation . You could tell that he was beginning to lose some of his bravery, finally being able to get a good look at you. “W-Will you do me the honor of becomin’ my wife?” For a second you just sat there, your arms limp at your sides as you stared up at his face. You felt like you were in a state of shock. This was a better proposal than you could have ever asked for. None of it was for show. There was nothing flashy, no clapping spectators or crying family members. It was just you and Elvis. It made you think about the first night the two of you had shared together, back in his old house in the projects. You reached out for him, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders, placing kiss after kiss on his neck. “Yes!” He melted as he heard your answer, his tense muscles relaxing as he realized that he wasn’t being rejected. “Oh god, honey.” Elvis breathed out, laughing nervously. He must have dropped the box onto the bed, because he wrapped both of his arms around you, one of his hands tangling into your hair. “I was scared you were gonna say no for a second there.” You sniffled, laughing through your tears in disbelief. “As if I could ever say no to you, Elvis.You never had anythin’ to be worried about. Don’t be silly.”

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¡Hi!

Se me ocurrió un Tom celoso porque el lector ha estado pasando más tiempo con Gustav que con él, entonces Tom decide ponerlo celoso con una chica pero al final el lector le da una lección a Tom (me refiero a algo un poco caliente) 😼

I didn't know what this meant to google translate was my bestest friend <3

(Didn't know if you meant for Dom ((like top)) Male reader or Dom bottom, so I did top)

Warnings: Smut, Dom(top) reader, language, jealousy, smoking, drinking, public sex (jerking off), risk of getting caught, Tom being Tom, cause I know +18 doesn't work just read what you're comfortable with.

Tom Kaulitz x Male reader

You and Gustav got real close, like y'all were best friends. With Tom being not being hard to make jealous, got jealous. Spending out some time with Gustav instead of him made him upset, and with Tom being Tom he's gotta make you jealous now. (fair game man. You signed up for it.)

It's currently an afterparty to a club your friend owns, and let's you guys party for the night for free. You and Gustav were talking at the bar, Bill was out dancing, and Georg and Tom were out to God knows where. You were a bit tipsy, but could be easily be mistaken for sober, while Gustav was near to being drunk.

You seen Tom come out of legit no where, a cigarette in hand, as he spot you and walked over. "Hey Tom." Gustav waved his drink, Tom just waved back. "You okay Tom? Where's Georg?" "He's out smoking, bet that I left he's making out with some chick." He sat down on a barstool. "You're usually having the time of your life at free parties." You leaned back a bit, your empty shot glass banging against the table. "Yeah." He tilted his head a bit. You shrugged it off and continued to talk to Gustav, Tom holding your hand while you talked.

By the time you've taken a few more shots and were drunk at the time, you noticed Tom was gone, but also some guy that was troubling the bartender getting kicked out, you and Gustav laughed like idiots at the sight, your head against the table while Gustav had his drink spilt over. The flashing neon lights were making your head spin, and the alcohol was making it worse. It was like the world was waving and spinning. "Jesus... I'm gonna go to the bathroom, be back soon." You rubbed your eye, setting the glass down. "Alright, see ya bud."

You stood up and slowly walked your way to the bathroom, trying not to trip over your feet from not being able to walk straight. You look over to your right, and you see long dirty blonde dreads with a hat, kind of looked like Tom, kind of longish brown hair which you supposed was Georg, and two blonde ladies. One in pink and the other in black and white. They we're all sitting in a fancy booth with a light dimmed over them, currently you couldn't care less. Your main goal was to make it to the bathroom without looking like an idiot.

You made it to the bathroom, there was no gender sign so some guy was probably puking up 10 shades of green in a bathroom stall and some girl was fixing up her make-up. You turned on the taps and washed your face off, the girl glanced over at you and winked. You just ignored her and continued to not seem and feel as drunk. You bent over and drank some water which overall wasn't that good, but did help your head and vision a bit.

You walked out, letting the door swing behind you. Some couple was making out in the corner, but it's not like you'd see then again anyways. You started to walk your way back to the bar Gustav was waiting at, only to see from afar that he wasn't there. You sighed and rolled your eyes then you heard a familiar laugh coming from your right. Seemed like Tom's and Georg's laugh. You walked over and seen the same booth with them, noticing it was actually them this time. You decided to be an ass and sit down with them, not being able to find Gustav anyways.

"Hey Tom, hey Georg." "Hey Y/n" Georg smiled, the 2 ladies were still here. Awfully close to the each of them. Tom stayed silent, the girl on him having full attention on you now. Her hand still on his chest which you were kind of off about, "I'm Alexis, call me Alex." She seemed to talk in a flirty way towards you. You introduced yourself to the pair of girls. They were attractive, but you already had your boyfriend. He was just staring at you, not quite saying anything. You guys were chatting for about 10 minutes by now on different alcohols, Tom didn't seem to be paying mind to you and only kept holding 'Alex' by the waist. A bit close for your liking, but you still had some alcohol left in you, so just blame it on that for now.

There was some obvious tension between you and Tom, Georg kept looking at you two as if you both were gonna snap and just start randomly making out with each other. (Not like you would mind.) "Excuse me, I'm gonna use the restroom." Alexis called out, you and Tom moving out of the booth for access for her to get out. You both sat back down next to each other, this time with your hand on his thigh. He seemed to tense up a bit. He was avoiding eye contact with you and you smirked at it, moving your hand more inwards.

"Y/n." Georg called out "Huh? Oh yeah- as you were saying?" "Truth or dare, wanna play?" "Sure, I'm in. Tom?" Tom just nodded, wonder what's keeping him from talking with you. 10 minutes passed with useless drunk truth or dare, you seemed to get drunk again. Everyone laughing, the music blaring, lights flashing everywhere, every regular club that horny people come too. Hell, there were 2 dancers in revealing clothing dancing on display.

Alexis came back, making you and Tom boot out of the booth and scooting back in. The game continued, Tom was leaning against the table, covering his stomach and lower. Alexis just seemed to be chilled back and relaxed with a drink in her hand, drunk off her ass. "Y/n, truth or dare." Alexis's friend called out on you, "Truth." "Would you fuck a guy for $25?" "Yeah I would." You scoffed with a laugh, (you already have, for free.) Everyone laughed, you narrowed your hand towards his crotch, no wonder why he was covering. Tom has a problem down there.

You looked off to the side a smirked, letting Georg ask Alexis something. Couldn't care less to hear it, you continued to run your hand over his crotch repeatedly, seemed to work as it was teasing him. Next thing you knew was that Alexis chugged down some vodka. She was nearly black out drunk. Tom tried to swat your hand away, but you smacked his hand away. He was enjoying himself anyways, why bother?

The game went on with continuous questions and dares, and the amusement of Tom trying to keep quiet, if everyone weren't so drunk people would notice his face being all red and his constant shifting in positions. He positioned himself so no one could see your hand, which was uncomfortable but for the sake of not being caught. His shirt was curled up, so it would take no effort for you to undo his jeans. Speaking of which...

You tugged at the button and ripped the zipper down, you can see him biting his lip trying not to make any lewd noises. You honestly wanted to hear them all, to bad you can't and you'll have to save the patience. You stuck your hand into his boxers, making his breath hitch and him slamming down his fist onto the table. "Er- you alright there Tom?" Georg nodded his head towards your boyfriend "Yeah yeah- I'm fine." "You sure? Seem tense." You teased. He just shook his head and looked down at the wooden table.

You finally took him out of his boxers and you started to stroke him off under the table, his breathing was fast and heavy, his knuckles turning white the the strong grip he had on his glass. "Hey Tom, truth or dare." Georg slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. "Fu- truth." "Alrigh- *hic* umm... H-have you everrrr... Crashed a car?" "No, surp- fuck.. Surprised I haven't yet." He let out a laugh. His laugh interrupted by him cursing under his breath, but you can't stop being so tease and decided to go faster. He threw his head back slightly, his free hand forming into a tight fist. His mouth hung loose, he started to twitch in your hand so you picked up the pace again.

Not to long before he released onto your hand, making him swear a bit loud. "You okay Tom?" "Alcohol is strong." He shrugged off. You wiped your hand onto your jeans, not like it's gonna be long before they're discarded.

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This one turned out better than I thought it honestly would. And I normally don't write pure smut because I actually suck ass at it soooo 😘

This took be 3 hours. It's 1 in the morning, I'm going to bed so have a good sleep unlike me <3

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