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crimson-calligraphyx · 7 months

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@lma1986 said: Noah teaches reader how to play the guitar one night 😍

Disclaimer: this is completely fictional. I do not own Bad Omens or anyone affiliated with them. This is a RPF; don't like? Don't read.Hope you enjoy! 😊 Word count: 1,235 Tag List: @cheyfi @kingdomof-omens @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo @itsmrsfuentes @cncohshit @catj422 @iamdesolate *if you want to be added to the tag list, please let me know!*

You'd think after nearly a year of waking up to the sound of an acoustic guitar rippling through your home, accompanied by the delicate voice of your boyfriend's singing, you'd be used to it. It would be mundane, almost bothersome at this point having your slumber disrupted, right?

No. That was never the case.

This morning was no different as the smile crept onto my face before my eyes even opened, the butterflies stirring and warming my chest with a comfortable buzz. I lay here for a few beats, basking in the late morning glow and listening to the melody cascading through the air.

Eventually, I couldn't ignore the way my bladder screamed, and reluctantly untangled myself from the blankets to relieve myself. I couldn't do so fast enough—the cool air nipped my exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, thanks to Noah keeping the AC cranked on the lowest setting at all times.

Soon enough I found myself walking into the living room, cocooned in the blankets I was just wrapped in moments prior. The music stopped once I crossed the threshold, the sound of Noah's chuckle replacing it when his eyes landed on me. "There she is," he mused. I hummed in response, flashing him a sheepish grin before trekking over to the kitchen to start my morning coffee.

"Oh, you bastard," I mumbled to myself with a breathy chuckle. I was met by a fresh pot of coffee, and though I was more than grateful for him doing so, I just wished he would let me do something for myself.

Still, I made both of us a cup and re-joined him in the living room with a smile. I handed him his mug, bending down to kiss him. "Thank you, baby," he says after taking a sip, placing it down on a coaster. "I should be thanking you for starting the coffee." "Mmm, yeah, you should be," he teased. I rolled my eyes and ruffled his hair before plopping down on the couch, facing him. He whined at my actions, and I covered my giggle with a sip of my coffee.

I pulled my legs up on the cushion and sat crisscrossed, leaning my head against the back of the couch. Noah resumed playing, this time only humming a tune to himself as he strummed. I smiled softly to myself, soaking in the warmth radiating from my coffee mug as I admired how graceful his fingerwork was—as always.

Minutes pass, and I'm still zeroed in on him playing. I could sit here for hours watching him play, and I'd never grow tired or bored of it. It was always so intriguing to me how such large hands could be so nimble on the frets, knowing I could never dream of having his talent.

"What's with the goofy smile on your face?" I avert my eyes from Noah's hands to the smug expression on his face, his dark eyes glimmering with amusement. I felt my cheeks flush once I realized I had been staring. Again. "Nothing. I just like watching you play," I shrugged, hiding my bashful smile by taking another sip of my coffee. He hums knowingly and nods his head slowly, still brandishing that smirk while he places his fingers back on the strings.

"Teach me," I blurt out just as he began to strum again. He falters and straightens up, turning towards me with an eyebrow quirked. "You want me to teach you how to play guitar?" There was a tone in his voice, different from his usual jeer—perplexity, or maybe even a hint of excitement. "Yeah," I unfolded my legs and sat up properly, placing my mug on the table. "I've been watching you play for how long? I figure maybe I should give it a shot." "I never thought you'd ask," he says, carefully handing me the acoustic.

He hands me his pick and stands, crossing the living room. I looked down at the guitar in my lap, already feeling intimidated. There were so many places for your fingers to go—how do you know which notes you're playing? Which string do you strum? Do you strum all of them?

I feel the couch shift slightly as Noah returns. "Relax, it's not rocket science," he chuckles beside me, sensing my apprehension. I brought my attention back to him and saw he picked up one of the other guitars lying around. "Try to mimic me, watch where I place my fingers."

I do as he says, trying my best to align my fingers properly, which in of itself wasn't too bad. But trying to strum? Forget it. I was only embarrassing myself, creating the least graceful note possible. I snorted, shaking my head at myself, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." "Oh come on, you're doing great!" Noah encourages, but I only stare at him blankly, not buying that at all. He sighs, putting his guitar down and resting the neck against the couch before sliding over to me. "C'mere, let me help you."

Before I could even protest, he pulled me against his chest, his long arms guiding mine to where they needed to be. His comforting scent engulfs me, and I felt myself involuntarily settling in against him. I relished the heat emanating from him, immediately being pulled into a lax state where I nearly forgot the task at hand.

"Focus," he says lowly, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Watch where I strum," he gently positions my fingers to where they needed to be before making sure I was focusing on his right hand. He graciously runs the pick against the strings, a beautiful note cascading through the air as he does so. "Now you do it." I huffed, reluctantly taking the pick from him and copying his exact movements. Though it was choppy, I still played my first note, and I couldn't help the little smile that came from it. He had me practice the same note a few times before repositioning my fingers for another, and then another.

"You're doing great, babe. Now lets see if you can keep it up without me holding your hands," he chuckles, dropping his arms and snaking them around my waist. He rests his chin on my shoulder, surely watching as I tried, and failed, at playing the three notes he just taught me.

"I'm so bad at this," I laughed at myself, shaking my head and rested the guitar against the couch. I felt him shrug. "Mmm, yeah. You kinda are," he muses. "Dick," I grumbled and lightly elbowed him in the stomach, even though I knew he was joking. He laughs and tightens his arms around me. "You know what you're good at, though?" "What's that?" I question sarcastically, bracing myself for whatever tomfoolery was about to come out of him. "Loving me."

I shift so I can look at him, shaking my head at his foolishness, but my heart melts at the sight before me. His chocolate eyes shimmered with adoration and sincerity, crinkling at the outer corners as he smiled wide. I found myself mirroring his smile, maneuvering so that I was now sitting on his lap, linking my arms around his neck. I pulled him in for a kiss while giggling.

"Damn straight, I am," I mumbled against his lips, lying back against the couch and bringing him down with me.

#fanfic #fan fiction #fanfic writing #noah sebastian #Noah Sebastian fanfic #bad omens #bad omens band #romance #fluff #noah sebastian x reader #request

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copias-thrall · 10 months

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Kaisarion Fingerwork

Tons of Rock 6/23/23

#📸 me #dewdrop #kaisarion #reimpera tour #tons of rock #oslo ritual #my ritual #original content

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totally-not-here-for-the-smut · 6 months

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M6 reaction to MC squirting?

I told you I wasn't dead so here I am

So welcome to my new

Smuttttt

Headcanons about squirting, obv called

~~~SPLASH♤♧

Julian acts surprised, but given how much care and concentration he put in his fingerwork today, and the ill-concealed smirk on his face, you know that he was so looking forward to see you wet the bed -and himself-. He's delighted at your embarrassment, it comes as a sweet, sexy little vengeance after you tormented him and pulverized his willpower since... well, since you started dating.

Lucio will definitely brag about it. He won't mention your name -he's a gentleman, after all!- but in a matter of days all the night people and partygoers of Vesuvia will know about the count's last success. Nobody knows the one they're talking about it's you, and every time you hear their words you have to keep a straight face and sit with your legs tightly crossed. It's simply your favourite game.

Portia lets out a victorious trill as soon as it happens. She won't brag about it, but will keep going on with her "subtle innuendos" every time there's water around. Of course she is not subtle. Is equally embarassing and sweet.

Nadia isn't surprised. She is clearly the most experienced at this. She smiles at you and cuddles next to you - and to your surprise, she pulls out a couple of towels to clean the mess. She never lets any servants clean up after your activities, she thinks it would be disrespectful to do so, both to them and to the both of you. And seeing her taking care of the cleaning is strangely hot...?

Asra kisses you on your forhead, but you see him with a... vial? To collect it???? "Powerful magic component", he says. Refuses to elaborate. Proceeds to prevent any further question by giving you another orgasm.

Muriel doesn't seem to even notice. Raining out, raining in, what's the difference? Furs are waterproof and the fire is lit anyway. His attitude is pleasantly liberating.

#coming back like a goatman #the arcana game #nadia satrinava smut #the arcana #julian devorak skut #portia devorak smut #count lucio smut #asra alnazar smut #muriel the hermit smut #the arcana smut hc

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thegreatyin · 6 months

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your posts made me go play on the fallen london website and uh- should i be worryed that in the first 10 minutes or so i had a dream about a mist and something about being touched by Fingerwork?

no no ur doing great. feed a weasel to a snake. nothing weird and/or bad will ever happen. i prommy

#ask #fallen london

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chloessleepystories · 9 months

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Sisters part 5

Don’t want to be

Brainy

Alone now, Chloe stretched her sister’s nude body out, face-down, on the couch in the studio, and, straddling Kenzie’s calves, began rubbing her sister’s thighs and hips with her favorite lotion. Kenzie moaned at her touch, her soreness and ache being soothed away by her big sister’s strong hands.

“You took those cocks like a queen, my pet,” Chloe murmured. “What a good girl, I’m so proud of

you ...”

“Mmmmm thank you ... You know I love pleasing my sister ...”

She massaged Kenzie’s perky round bottom, licking her lips. “Yes you do. It feels so good to obey, doesn’t it.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re going to take lots of cocks for me, angel. But there’s only one pussy you’re addicted to, isn’t that right?”

“Yoursss,” whispered her limp, broken sister.

“Good girl.”

Chloe was feeling a lot more tender toward her sister than she used to. After all, the girl had given her so much pleasure. And she wasn’t the little genius, lording her brains over her anymore. Nothing wrong with a little aftercare.

And anyway, Mom had always taught her to take good care of her toys. Chloe giggled to herself.

“Turn over now, babe. I need a taste.”

Chloe luxuriated for a moment in the sweet taste of her sister’s juices, mixed with the tang of the boys’ cum still dripping out of her cunny. She sucked tenderly on her clit, grazing it over her teeth (to an arched-back moan from Kenzie) before plunging her tongue back into her folds.

She cupped Kenzie’s perfect bottom with both hands and feasted. Finally, she raised her shining face to say, “You love this don’t you.”

“Oh fuck I do ...”

“You’re my suggestible little dimwit, aren’t you?”

“Am I?”

She was about to say, “Yes, you are,” when she paused. Without saying another word, Chloe devoured her sister’s pussy thoughtfully.

She was giving suggestions every time she did that, she knew. Even asking the question was putting an idea into her head, and confirming it seemed to cement it even further. And she’d spent plenty of time making sure that any of Chloe’s suggestions seemed like very, very good ideas to Kenzie.

Should she lock it in, even more than she already had, that Kenzie was, by nature and by definition, suggestible? A suggestible dimwit, to be guided by ANYONE’s input?

She sat back on her haunches, two fingers working deep inside her sister’s pussy.

“The subliminals in my music have lowered your inhibitions,” she mused aloud as Kenzie moaned, “and have been making you think less and giggle more. That by itself has been making you more horny, and in turn more suggestible even without the subliminals directly impacting your need for sex, and need for physical validation.”

Kenzie began pinching her nipples, writhing, lost in pleasure. She let the words pass her by without comprehension.

“Knees up, princess,” Chloe said, and Kenzie instantly lifted her knees to give her sister greater access. “Rub your clit,” she said, and she did.

“Let’s see, there have been messages about obeying Chloe, and about being a good obedient sister. Wanting to please your sister. But did I ever ... You know, what I didn’t think to do was make that connnection for you. So that you’ve been listening to suggestions from ANYONE, not just me, and thinking they’re great ideas ... I never said you only obey your sister. Is that right?”

“Uh huh ... uuunnggghhh ...”

Chloe hadn’t really thought that Kenzie was listening. “It is?”

“Yesss ... I’ve heard so many good ideas this week ... It feels good to do things for my sister, like stupid good!! And I love agreeing with Chloe, it makes me feel so warm and tingly, I’m such a good devoted sister oh fuck that’s good ...”

“But ... honey? Listen ... does it feel good to obey other people besides me?”

“Oh yeah!!!! Like, the other day ... ohhh ffffpleez I needa cum ...”

“Not yet,” said Chloe, slowing her fingerwork, watching her sister’s hands flit from her nipples to her clit to stroking her belly, her whole body on fire with need. “Who else?”

“The other day, some – some boy told me I liked it when he came on my titties ... and uunnghh ... an’ I realized he was RIGHT!! I LOVE it!! I came instantly, the next time somebody came on my boobies!!”

“You did??”

“Uh huh!! I just wish I had bigger titties, so it would feel even better, and I could get more cum on them!!! Oh godd, rubbing cum in my big giant boobs I’d cum over an’ over ...”

“Umm ... Wow. OK.” Chloe had removed her fingers completely, and was sucking on them absently, enjoying her little sister’s taste. “What else?”

Her corrupted sister was molesting herself mercilessly, her eyes pointed toward the ceiling but dazed and unfocused. “Ummm ... well just now I found out what spit-roasted means!! And I found out I like it so much it makes me cum buckets!!! I can’t wait to do it again!!!”

Chloe watched her for a moment. “OK, I gotta think about this. Go ahead and cum.”

When the screaming had subsided, Chloe brought iPod #3 to the limp form of the girl. She was completely drained in body as well as mind. “I’ve got some work to do, hun. You can listen to your favorite song while I work, okay?”

Kenzie barely stirred. Just stared at the wall, a little drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

Sisters ... Sisters ...

You are such a good devoted sister ...

#cpsisters

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grelleswife · 3 months

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Do you think it's true if Sebastian played violin left handed it would sound totally different than right handed? I've seen that kinda post pop up here and there and I don't know much about music and violin and I assumed it didn't matter how you hold an instrument but also Sebastian being a demon maybe that has something to do with it?? What do you think?

Hi, anon! Although my musical training was primarily in voice (plus two semesters of rudimentary piano), I happen to know a violinist right here on tumblr.com: One of my mutuals, @reine-du-sourire . When I asked her, she told me what I’d suspected based on my limited experience with the piano—as long as Sebastian was playing with the appropriate technique, it wouldn’t matter which hand he used for bowing.

While both Chapter 2 of the manga and Episode 3 of Season 1 (“His Butler, Omnipotent”) show Sebas holding the bow in his right hand, this probably isn’t due to the risk of demonic music emanating from his sinister left hand, but a reflection of the fact that most violins are built to be played from the right. reine-du-sourire explained to me that, although “left-handed” (bowed with the left) violins do exist, they’re something of a rarity and tend to come with a heftier price tag. She speculated that trash demon might gleefully whip out one of these special left-handed violins to bewilder and astound the audience; I could see him being even more obnoxious and skillfully bowing a conventional violin with his right hand in order to flaunt his skill.

Furthermore, in a fic, having Sebastian play with his left could highlight his tendency to be a lone virtuoso rather than a team player. One article I found on left-handed violins said that an orchestra member who bowed from the left would risk inadvertently “sword-fighting” with nearby violinists or even knocking out someone’s eye due to their bow being held at an opposite angle that clashes with the standard position.

However, if the butler is a true leftie (as suggested by his duel with Agni in Chapter 17), reine postulates that he could enjoy an advantage with fingerwork on the strings, since that is traditionally done with the left hand.

#kuro asks #kuroshitsuji #sebastian michaelis #violins #thanks again for all your help fren!

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callistoe · 3 months

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For that one person who wanted to see Fay's backstory info,,,,

Name: Fay Race: Sylvari Pronouns: He/They Age: 10 Years old Class: Virtuoso Affiliation: None to speak of. Likes: Music, adventure, and the crisp moonlight! Dislikes: Strict rule-followers, authority, creative restriction. Skills: Extremely skilled at sleight of hand and acrobatics. For a man made of bark, he's more flexible than most flesh-and-blood people! His background is primarily in parlor tricks - some using the magic he employs as a Mesmer, but many just being simple fingerwork and misdirection. He's also a skilled musician, never being far from his lute, which he's named Luna. Like most Virtuosos, Fay conjures illusory blades when he gets into a scrap. He moves fluidly through combat, dodging and weaving through enemies effortlessly as if following the steps to a dance. Backstory: Fayanas was a Sylvari much like any other for the first few years of his life. He awakened immediately with an interest in music, and pursued a contemplative, wholesome life. He spent his days playing music and collecting paltry gifts from passersby in The Grove - meeting no shortage of friends, mentors, and sweethearts along the way. On the third anniversary of his awakening, however, Fayanas had a very bad day. One moment he was eating, drinking, and being merry - The next, he was standing above the bodies of two Sylvari who were celebrating the occasion with him. One of them bludgeoned to death; the other cleft in twain, one of her arms snapped like a branch overburdened by a cold night's snowfall. Fayanas looked down and saw a knife plunged into his side - It had only gotten a bit of superfluous bark, thankfully. It was Mordremoth. The call had briefly taken control of him, apparently spurring him to the senseless slaughter of the two people he had been spending his evening with. Were they also affected? Was this self defense? Fayanas would never have the luxury of answer. He would only have the night's silence, and the miraculous recovery of his senses to comfort him that night. The following night, Fayanas disappeared from the Grove. His compatriots would likely forgive him. They would say it wasn't his fault. He would never believe them, if they tried. From that day on, he set off to explore the rest of Tyria on a journey of self-discovery under the name Fay. The shock of his brief lapse to Mordremoth gave way to time, of course - though the scars would never quite go away. He rediscovered his love of music, passing the time by playing his lute on the street for tips. He'd also picked up tips from the many vagabonds he came across and became an exceptionally skilled pickpocket, and a bit of a con artist. Years ago, Fayanas likely wouldn't approve of many of the things he'd eventually get up to. But that's alright - nobility and chivalry were for those close to the Dream. He doesn't deserve that anymore. Personality: Fay is, for all intents and purposes, the chillest guy on the planet. Or, at least, that's what he'd like you to believe when you speak with him. He's always a step ahead, or at the very least knows how to SEEM that way. The truth is, he lives in constant fear. Fear of losing control again, fear of mortality, and fear that he will simply always be lesser than others, on the whole. He covers this fear up with unwavering passion for craft, in both combat and his music. When that doesn't apply, he puts on a benevolent yet apathetic front. He always offers a smile and a bit of small talk, but never at the cost of showing real vulnerability.

#my writing is so rusty but i'm happy with what I'm doin with him I think!!

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viric-dreams · 2 days

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Four days until my account anniversary. Touched by Fingerwork is still sitting at 73, and I don't think I'll be able to max it out by the 14th. Any alternative thoughts for how to celebrate Ockham's birthday?

#i feel like i should probably make some art but i've got no ideas

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aliypop · 7 months

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Rockin Tonight

Word Count: 2,098

Writers Note: A 50's Elvis smut lord have Mercy

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: After a few months of touring, Cecelia and Elvis decide to fool around a bit ... With their music that is, but when a few secrets about Cecelia get out, well let's just say there's a whole lotta shakin going on.

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Nashville Tennessee. 1955

"And right over here is the kitchen. It's the one area we don't have help in." Cecelia smiled as she gave Elvis and his group a tour of her family mansion. They'd all just returned from a tour with each other. When Cecelia decided why not have everyone relax in Valmos manor. After all, her parents were on tour pretending to be in love for appearances, and Midge was here, so clearly nothing could go,

"And over here is... Wait, where's Scotty and Rosa..."

"If you gotta ask, you don't wanna know," Daphane responded.

Wrong, Or at least so she'd hoped nothing would. Cecelia only had one thing on her mind to impress.

"Presley... you okay?" Midge asked as Cecelia looked over at him.

"I just ain't never seen so many awards on one wall..." he looked in amazement. Midge had gestured to Cecelia to come over, seeing as she froze. Cecelia hadn't had the best luck with her emotions. She could say it in a song. Cecelia could even write it out. She could pretend to be charming so she wouldn't go completely mute around him,

But when you're standing next to Elvis, who was ogling at your parent's success. Well, that becomes too much to handle.

"You know my mama played this record repeatedly."

"Well, it's a classic." Cecelia sighed.

"It sure is... Say, is it true you have a music room?"

"Mhmm, It's right upstairs." Cecelia smiled, leading towards the grand staircase.

Midge was walking behind the two as Cecelia glared at her. The older woman gave her a nod, shaking her head, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"Midge shouted as Cecelia nearly cringed into herself.

"That ain't much..." Daphane mumbled to her aunt.

The upstairs of the mansion had velvet curtains hung on the window and fancy gold wallpaper with gold trim around it on the walls. It was almost something like a castle, but Elvis wasn't paying much attention to it. Not when his view was Cecelia in a pink halter top polka dot dress that he wanted to get under her petticoat skirt and-

"Elvis..." Their hands nearly brushed against each other, and a spark almost set off between them.

"Yes, mama." he winked. Cecelia had hoped her cheeks weren't as red as the velvet curtains.

"Welcome to paradise."

"I'm lookin right at it..." he mumbled,

"At what?"

"T-Th-T-The uh music room, yeah."

There were guitars. A grand piano, a harp, a tambourine, and anything else you could think of was in this room. The masterpiece was Cecelia, with her leg crossed on top of her White Falcon Gretsch. Picking a Gibson Guitar off the wall, Elvis sat not too far from Cecelia, who was stealing a glance at his fingerwork. She hadn't thought much of it when they were on stage performing, but it was different when she could see how concentrated he was and how fast his long, nimble fingers were strumming away on the fret. And the way his Thumb was picking on the string only made her curious mind wonder what his fingers could do. After all, Rosa did tell her the best man to cure that pleasurable itch in bed was a man who was good with his fingers. And boy, was he proving it. With every lick, her body would shiver, and with every chord. She'd squeeze her legs tighter. Any friction would keep her from fantasizing about having him play her like a guitar.

"If you bite your lip any harder, honey. It might bleed..."

"H-huh..." Trying to keep a straight face as she looked at those tantalizing blue eyes of his, Elvis knew what was going on in that head of hers. It wasn't like out of the many girls he'd been with. She was the name he'd call out when he was alone, picturing her pretty fingers around his-

"Nothing, doll..." he got closer as she looked down at the floor. His hand lightly brushed against her thigh, and he was sure he heard her draw back a moan,

"Question..."

"P-Possible answer."

"Do I make you nervous or somethin..." he whispered in her ear.

"Why do you say that? Am I acting nervous..." Cecelia asked, trying to laugh it off,

"A little... And I think I know why." he laughed. Cecelia hoped he didn't know why,

"Why's that..."

"You wanna pluck me all night long, don'tcha..."

"I-I..."

"Aye, don't fret about it, mama..." Elvis kept going as Cecelia turned red, his hands creeping up the hem of her dress.

"I've never really. Uh, done it!" She panicked as the room around got silent. She couldn't take the teasing anymore.

"You mean you've never even fooled around with..."

"I've done that... many times.. thinking about you..." it slipped out. Oh, how embarrassed she was that she just admitted that.

"an what do you think of when you think of me." Elvis kissed her neck softly as she bit her lip. He should've known Cecelia was a virgin. It all made the dots connect as he thought about how she acted toward him when they shared a bed,

"Elvis... I-It's dirty stuff ..."

"You can tell me. I won't judge, doll." he kissed her cheek, "In fact, before we go any further, I wanna know something."

"What's that..."

"Were you savin it for a special gentleman..."

Cecelia's brown eyes were starting to get lustful just by the question,

"Yes..."

"Do I know this special gentleman..."

Cecelia's skin began to heat up as she leaned in closer toward him, his curly cowlick driving her insane,

"You do..."

"Does he deserve to have you..."

"You do..." Elvis was taken aback by her answer as Cecelia was lost in his love-shot blue eyes. There had been many girls who wanted him to take their virginity, but this one, Cecelia, was special.

"Can I ask you something..."

"Mhmm..."

"May I have you?"

"Yes, please, make me Crescendo into a fortissimo ." she kissed him passionately, her fingers in his hair.

"Where do you want me..." he asked, already panting from the kiss,

"Everywhere..."

"I meant, where do ya wanna do it, doll..."

"My bedroom, third door down."

Cecelia's room was a soft pink with hints of lavender and silk bedding. It looked like something from the movies. With her vanity and lamp next to it, he had thought he was in Rita Hayworth's room until he closed the door. "See, someone's been practin..." He smirked, looking at the lipstick-stained poster of him on her door. Cecelia had felt embarrassed. But Elvis thought it was cute. After all, he did have a few posters of her in his room that he hid from Gladys, or so he thought.

"I wouldn't call that much of anything..." she pinned him to the wall and kissed him again. This time, with a bit more wanting and need, Elvis had his hands on her hips, fiddling with the zipper on the back of her dress. He could smell Cecelia's expensive perfume on her skin, and those late-night thoughts started creeping back up. The ones where he was carrying her to bed with their lips still connected in a kiss as spark-filed like a Texas firework show, and where he'd lay her on the bed slowly tossing her petticoat over, as he'd kiss up her thighs. Removing her nylon stockings from their garters and he'd look at her and say,

"You sure this is what you want, darlin."

"Yes..." she looked at him, thinking about how she'd unbuckle his belt. And throw that tantalizing lace button-up shirt off him, and how she'd pull him closer to her as he'd kiss her neck, leaving love bites, and she'd say, "Elvis... I need you to..." she gasped, feeling his hands creep up her thigh.

"Need me too what, angel..." he leaned into her ear, whispering as he bit on her ear lobe,

"Treat me like a guitar..."

"Treat ya like a guitar?"

"Yes, finger me all night long..."

"I'm gonna do more than that," he smirked, kissing down her collarbone as he rubbed a circle near her covered clit, feeling just how wet she was from her panties alone. A shudder went through her body from the sensation alone as a small mewl left her mouth. This was different from when she did it.

"I know you think about me at night..." Elvis smirked, tossing her panties to the side as he slid in his first finger, sliding it slowly back out of her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips,

"EL-"

"I know you think about me havin my way with you like this, huh." he plunged his finger back in, curling it towards her spot.

"Vis..." she moaned softly, "Give me more..." she breathed out as he chuckled.

"Gotta say please, darlin."

"Please give me more."

"That's more like it."He added another finger as she hissed a bit at the stretch, "Breathe, mama, breathe." he smiled, hearing her take a deep breath. His fingers were working magic as his thumb was rubbing on her clit. Much like how he was strumming a guitar, he was playing every note, and her moans were a symphony. A newly written song he could have played on repeat.

"Elvis! fuck... "

"Shit.... shit... shit..."

"Ah...oh...."

"I think you're all warmed up for the main event." He dropped off his underwear as Cecelia's eyes went wide, she'd imagine that he was good in size, but from what she saw he was gifted by the Gods, and she wanted a taste, to touch even,

"This is all about you tonight," he smiled as she nodded,

"You got a rubber right..."

"Of course."

"Is it up to date?"

"Cece, really..."

Hey, you have a reputation for broken rubbers and E.R. visits." she laughed a little as he rolled his eyes at her.

"Yet I'm your Romeo." he kissed down her neck.

"Mhmm..." she groaned, "Oddly so."

"Well, Juliet, baby, hold on tight." entering her overtly wet cavern, slowly and carefully not tearing anything. He could see Cecelia's eyes closed shut, her nose scrunched up,

"I won't move til you say for me to."

"Does it usually hurt..." she asked, holding his hand,

"A little, but the pain goes away the more you do it." he teased as she looked up at him, flustered.

"I-If you continue to do it!"

"If it's with you." she winked, "You can move now," she told him. His thrusts were slow and steady, and his groans were as soft as thunder in her ear.

"Elvis, yes..."

"How's that feelin' for ya."

"It feels good..." she moaned, and their eyes met. As Elvis's hand caressed her cheek, he realized that the love of his life was right under him, telling him,

"More..."

"You sure, baby, you think you can take all of me?"

"Mhmm..."

"Eager little kitten, huh." pushing more of his cock deeper into her, she could feel him brush against the spot. that was driving her crazy. Elvis had her. All he had to do was think strategically.

"O-Oh... Oh... yes, right there, don't stop!!" she was gripping his body, her pink nails digging into the skin of his back,

"You like that?"

"Faster, baby, faster!" his hips nearly gyrating as if he were on stage, but it was sending her to every ounce of heaven that a human could possibly give her. "Cece...Fuck... shit...I love you..."

Cecelia's heart began to beat, and she wasn't sure if it was because of what he had just said or if she was reaching her end. Legs trembling as he was now nearly pounding into her, his thrust sloppy and her hands trying to find anything to grab, curses and skin slapping had been all that anyone could hear but Cecelia didn't care she was on cloud nine in the arms of a man she loved dearly.

Elvis had disposed of the rubber and Cecelia was trying to walk again as she was waddling around like Bambi,

"Is that normal..." Elvis caught her as he held her close,

"Only if I done my job right." he kissed her cheek, "Now let's get you all cleaned up."

Walking down the stairs, Midge, Daphane, and Scotty were a bit surprised at the discovery that had been bestowed upon them,

"What were you two up there doing..."

"Uh swing dancing," Cecelia said,

"Must've been swingin real hard..." Scotty said under his breath as Elvis and Cecelia blushed hard.

"So are you two gonna swing again..." Rosa asked as Cecelia glared at her.

"Depends if she's got another lesson."

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