#I'll come up with a tag for this as I feel like this is going to be an ongoing series on this blog

[witherby]

If Punch line can trigger Jason easily what would happen is she ever met Harley?

Let's explore that!

Punchline: First Session

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"I need your help."

Harley perks up, gasping, and rushes over to hug Batman tightly.

"I never thought this day would come," she says, jumping up and down and clutching a gauntleted hand. "Yes!! Yes I would love to be your therapist! We have so much to work on, starting with your parents. I really think you never internalized the event and haven't given yourself any space to grieve after —"

Her hands get squeezed gently, recapturing her attention. Blue eyes meet white lenses, and she furrows her brow.

"Okay, that's fine!" She sighs. "Can't say I'm not disappointed, but if one of your kiddos is looking for help instead, I'm still more than hap—"

"Not one of mine," Batman gently interrupts. "This is a...very delicate case, Harley."

"What's delicate mean in this context, Batsy?" She asks. "Delicate like schizophrenic? Delicate like CPTSD? Delicate like one wrong word away from explodin' and killin' everybody in a mile radius?"

"Delicate," he says, "like...this might hit too close to home for you."

"Me?"

Batman nods. Harley hums, equal parts curious and cautious.

"Any good psychologist worth her salt won't let a personal connection get in the way of providin' aid," she tells him. "If the patient isn't somebody I can help myself, I'll help ya find someone who can. When can I meet 'em?"

--

Your file lies scattered across the floor of the cave. Harley stares wide-eyed at your picture while she trembles on her hands and knees. Bruce, having changed out of his suit, kneels beside her with a steadying hand on her back.

"Oh," she whispers, "Brucie, she's so small for her age. And her age!! Sh-she's..."

Harley shakes her head. Bruce continues rubbing small circles in her back. When she leans against him for support, he holds her upright.

"How'd he keep a kid hidden for eight years?" She whispers, voice thick. "I know I fucked off to go play Happy Family with Ivy, but..."

"Nobody knew," he says. "Harleen, don't play the blame game, not for this. He kept her a secret for a reason; no one was supposed to know."

Harley lifts her hands to her face, rubbing her eyes before any tears can well up and fall. She takes deep, calming breaths, gathering her focus, then carefully collects the papers and stands with his help. She draws a pad and pen out of her pocket.

"I ain't promising anything," she says, looking up at Bruce. "This is...this is a whole different ball game, 'specially with that chucklefuck as the daddy. But I'm gonna try, okay?"

He nods. "Take your time. You were the first person I thought of, but don't force this if it's too much."

Harley gently squeezes his hand in acknowledgement. She walks past him and down the hall towards the containment cells, heels clicking quietly against the floor. She dug out her old coat with the name tag pinned to it and even threw her hair back in a low braid to appear as non-threatening as possible. The closer she gets to your door, the more the wonders if you would've been more comfortable if she showed up in her combat getup and mallet.

"Miss Punchline?" She calls, stopping in front of your cell. A cursory glance of your environment tells her immediately that you're under-stimulated. She writes that down. "I'm Doctor Quinzel. Do ya mind if I come in and chat with you a while?"

You cease all movement. You'd been sitting with your back to the door, gently stroking the head of the teddy bear Alfred gave you while muttering Mistress Mary's nursery rhyme, but when you hear her, you practically turn into a statue. Unless she actively stares at your back, Harley can't even see you draw breath.

"Miss Punchline?" She repeats calmly. "I won't come in if you don't want, but I'd really like to talk to you."

"...Popsy talks about you, sometimes," you say. Harley can't decipher your tone, but the words make her feel cold all over. "Says he used to miss his favorite gal."

"I'm sure he's mentioned me once or twice," she says, clearing her throat. "But I'm old news. Why don't you tell me about yourself? I'm gonna punch in the door code now, okay?"

You don't move. Harley unlocks your cell and walks inside, getting a better look at how sparsely decorated it is. The bed is clearly unused and half of the activities left here would cause an ordinary child to lose interest in about an hour without company. Overall, Bruce and his family are keeping you in a dreary room. If she accomplishes nothing else today, it's a guarantee that she's gonna get you better accommodations.

Harley walks around the room until she can see you face-to-face. Once she's in your periphery, your eyes snap to her and follow her every movement like a predator. She lowers herself to the ground, taking a seat a few feet away from you.

"There you are," she says kindly. Your smile is just as placid as the one in your photo. "I like ya make-up. The swirly pattern on your cheeks is very cute."

You don't respond, though your smile widens briefly. Highly receptive to praise. Your eyes don't leave hers, scanning, assessing, calculating. Harley doesn't feel like you're about to attack her, but you're clearly juggling something around in your mind.

"Bet you're thinking about mine," she continues. "Normally I like puttin' on the face paint, but sometimes my pores gotta breathe, you know? Well — the pores I got left." She glances down at her hands, paper white like the rest of her body from her dip in a vat of acid. With relief, Harley notes that your unpainted skin is a healthy color. Even though the bar's lower than Hell, it's nice to know that at least the Joker didn't immediately treat you to a dunk of your own.

"Punchline, I'm gonna be frank with you," she says.

"Nice to meetcha, Frank," you chirp, grinning mischievously. Harley lifts a brow.

"That was funny," she praises. "I know your, eh, Popsy, he places a lot of value on bein' funny. Used to say nothin' was worth the effort if it didn't amuse him at the end of the day. I'm sure you know that already."

"A giggle a day keeps the boredom away!" You say, pitch and cadence matching that of your father's. Harley knows that the grip on her pen is too tight. She breathes deep and forces herself to relax. "Ohh, hit a nerve, Frank?"

"I'm doin' just fine," she says. "What's boredom look like for you and Popsy?"

You separate your hands, fingers splayed wide, and make explosion noises.

"Do you get caught up in that explosion?"

Your smile doesn't change but your eyes get sharp. Harley makes a note.

"It's hard keepin' him entertained all day, every day," she says. "I would know. But I'm gonna tell ya somethin' your popsy probably never has."

Harley scoots a tad closer to you, reaching her hand out and gently taking one of yours. She can feel every bone in your hand and has to utilize all of her training to school her expression.

"It's not your job to make yer popsy happy. In fact, it's not your job to make any adult happy. Grown-ups shouldn't rely on their children for emotional regulation."

"Couldn't rely on you, either, could be?" You snicker. "Since you ran away."

"I left him because he was treatin' me like dirt," Harley says, a little more firm than necessary. "He's real good at drawin' you in, Punchline. Shows you an ounce of praise that makes you feel invincible, makes you wanna do anything he asks to get more of it."

Harley lets go of your hand to tuck a lock of emerald green hair behind your right ear, brushing gently against the shell. The edges are distorted, flatter than your left.

"He's also real good at draggin' you through the mud, makin' you feel like everything's your fault. Like you got no choice but to make it up t'him. Ya never wanna get on his bad side cause he really makes you feel it."

You tilt your head away from her hand, eyes dropping back down to the teddy bear Alfred gave you. You resume petting it, slightly faster and rougher than before. Harley makes a note.

"His anger's always more powerful than his joy, Punchline," she says, "but both of them are destructive. I wanna help ya break away from his cycle."

"No thanks," you say, "if I wanted to be a washed-up, third-rate party clown, I would!"

Harley feels a wave of pity for you. It's obvious you're just regurgitating your father's words back at her, and she's not surprised. Change doesn't happen overnight, especially not for you.

There's so much work to do, but Harley's not afraid. You may look and behave similarly to the Joker, but you're young and still impressionable and already starting to pull away from him without even realizing it.

"I can tell yer getting upset, and that's the last thing I want," she says, climbing to her feet, "so I think this is a good stopping point for today. But I'd really like to see you again. Would you be alright with that?"

You blow a raspberry at her, then cackle. Harley exhales sharply through her nose, giving you a fond smile, and pats your head as she steps past you and opens the cell door.

She can do this. She will do this. For you.

But, first thing's first.

"Brucie, you're kidding me with the furnishings! How's the richest man on the planet gonna put a kid in such a shitty room!? Don't look at me like that, mister. You brought me in t'do a job and I'm gonna do it right!!"

[totalswag]

raw next question? pt 2 ⎯ RAFE CAMERON!

authors note the amount of support i got on my last fic is unbelievable, thank you so much. i tried my best for part two so i hope you guys like it. so, here you go 👀. raw next question

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summary after leaving a comment under rafe's post, he responds back showing interest and reaches out.

warning(s) flirting, kissing at the end, cuteness, and meeting rafe for the first time.

rafecameron: hey! bold move, I think we should talk.

The only thing running through your mind is⎯what the actual fuck. To be fair, you were expecting a response or comment, not even a dm. You don't know what to say.

"Okay, we need to think of something to say because," you hesitate for a few minute, "yeah, I don't have anything to say" you trail off before stretching the back of your head.

Zoie lets out a breath: "I say we wait to respond then once we come up with a response, send it to him."

Five minutes later, you open your phone, click on the text, and begin typing a reply. "This is what I'm going to respond with," you say, pointing to your phone to the girls. 

yourusername: hey haha, thought I’d hop on the trend. didn’t expect you to reply tho.

Two minutes later, he responds.

rafecameron: oh, so I’m just part of a trend? damn, i thought i was special... 😔

yourusername: haha so funny, rafe

yourusername: i admit though you're attractive

rafecameron: ahh the truth comes out huh

rafecameron: since we're speaking the truth, you're gorgeous

Rafe and you started conversation among other topics. One of the main things you two found out is that you live an hour away from each other. By the end of the week, you exchanged phone numbers.

After Rafe responded to your comment, you two started leaving sly/flirty comments on each other's posts that spiked conversations between your supporters.

They're messing with us right?

They keep playing eye tag... HOLLA AT YO BOY!!

"Would you like to meet up sometime?" Rafe asked casually over FaceTime while searching the kitchen cupboard for something, his phone resting against a glass cup. 

It's been a month since Rafe and you have been texting and calling. Constantly texting⎯quick responses. It became a routine for the both of you. Learned a lot about each other in a span of a month.

Your back was against the headboard as you sat on your bed. He wants to meet you in person, and your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. "Yeah, I would like that," was all you could offer.

Peeping over his shoulder, Rafe chuckles quietly and smiles. "I'm thinking this weekend if you aren't busy?" "I would drive to you," he says, suggesting.

You raise your upper body off the headboard and reply, "I'll send you my address the day before, I'm not doing anything this weekend."

"Perfect!" He smiles.

Today was the day⎯Rafe and you are meeting for the first time. Nervous and excited about all this. You don't want to make a fool of yourself. Rafe was forty minutes away, in the meantime, you were on the phone with Zoie and Evenly.

Rafe offered to drive to visit you, and you couldn't help but be anxious. He was an hour away, yet his attempt to see you meant more than you could express.

"Bitches I'm shitting bricks" you confess feeling anxious, running your hands down your thighs, walking around the kitchen.

"Y/N, it's normal to feel this way especially since you're meeting him for the first time. Take a few deep breaths and if you need anything from us, we're one call, and few doors down" Evelyn reassures you in a soothing tone.

"Agreed, you got this, it's normal to feel this way," Zoie expresses.

"Thank you, you two are such great friends, I love you so much" you say with honesty, your phone buzzes, you put your phone back.

rafe: five minutes away

you: perfect, see you soon!!

You gasps, quickly putting your phone back to your ear, "he's five minutes away um, I'll text you guys throughout the day."

Once Rafe got to the apartment complex, you walked down the stairs to where he parked⎯he was getting his bags from his trunk. You were amazed how tall he was too.

Before you can say anything, he turns around and says, "Hey, Y/N," with a smile that conveys how happy he is to see you.

Seeing him in person made you realize he's even more handsome. Rafe couldn't keep his eyes off you, he couldn't help but think how he's standing infront of someone as beautiful as you.

"Hey, Rafe, It's good to see you" you say, taking a big breath and gazing up at his towering body. You grin and lean into the hug. The height difference between you two is insane. He

"It's great to finally meet you; you're even more beautiful in person," he says to you, smiling. You chuckle softly at his compliment, "thank you handsome" and smile.

After arriving at your place, you show Rafe where everything is and where he will be staying—either your bed or the guest bedroom, which has been thoroughly cleaned and sanitized. 

Rafe was happy to see your apartment and commented on how well it matches your vibe. He took his time looking around the apartment. Since you were already ready for the day, you spent ten more minutes in the apartment before heading out.

You have no idea what the plan was today. Rafe intended for a lasting and enjoyable day. You persisted on showing him around, but he said he wanted to be the one to take you places, even if he didn't know where. 

"This is has been such a great day, thank you Rafe" you tell him with full honesty as you two get settled to play mini golf.

He looks up from the floor and responds with a kind, sincere smile, "I'm glad you're enjoying it." "I remember you mentioning you loved mini golf too."

He is able to recall the small details.

Your heart sank to your feet since no male has ever recalled the small information you shared with them. As you playfully nudge him, you exclaim, "I can't believe you remember that."

He chuckles, "I'm just good at remember."

Mini golf was a lot of fun, with plenty of laughs and competition between you two. In the beginning, he noticed your concentration and took out his phone to record you until you spotted him flipping him off.

Towards the end of the night, Rafe and you drove to an ice cream shop and ate it outside. You had little conversations and learnt more about each other today.

Before putting a scoop of his ice cream in his mouth, he says, "We should make a tiktok."

After contentedly leaning back in your chair, you decided to do it. In addition, many who support you have been wondering if you two will ever cross paths. They're going to be amazed.

she knows remix slowed.

Rafe began lip-syncing, his expression playful and undoubtedly attractive. When it got to looking like the Fourth of July, you're officially coming with me, he switched the phone to you. You were already staring at him, eyes full of admiration, unable to conceal the warm smile on your lips.

The camera returned to him, and he tried not to chuckle, tilting his phone downward as he giggled. The final second of the video showed your arms wrapped around his neck.

rafe cameron: 👀

tagged yourusername

Fans were blowing up the comment section.

⇾ fan23: DO YOU SEE THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HIM!!

⇾ fan12: you know you have thirty minutes

⇾ fan1: i decided if i want y/n or rafe 😔

⇾ fan3: im sat for this

By the time you returned to your flat, the tension had grown to a point where it could no longer be ignored. Rafe took a step closer as you paused nervously by your door. His hand softly stroked your cheek, his gaze seeking yours, before he asked, "Is this okay?"

You barely had time to nod before his lips touched yours, gentle and languid, like if he was savoring the moment. The kiss was pleasant, but it also hinted at something deeper.

When you eventually pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours, chuckling. "Best decision I ever made was replying to that comment."

"Best decisions I ever made was commenting" you softly say, smiling.

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[angelltheninth]

How We've Both Changed

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends to enemies to lovers, clit stimulation, name-calling, degradation, rough sex, creampie, teasing, dub-con, body betrayal, forced orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, manipulation

Word count: 0.7k

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A/N: Caleb has an iron grip on my brain. I won't hear anything about it because it's not gonna get any better.

"Look at you. When did you get like this? So submissive and docile? Is it those... other men you've been hanging around with? Well it doesn't matter now, I'm gonna show you what a real man is like." Caleb growled next to your ear as he fucked you into your bed with the full intention of breaking you or it.

At first you were happy to see him. Even if he seemed a little bit different. But this was never the way you imagined he'd make love to you. Could this even be called making love? Because his love doesn't feel like the love you used to get from him.

Every sound was rough, every look judgmental, every thrust painful, every touch scolding.

He smirked as you let out a whimper, weather it was from pain or pleasure he didn't seem to care all that much. His fingers, cold against you, kept pressing and torturing your clit to the point it became painful. "This isn't about you feeling good, although I can tell that you are by the way your cunt is squeezing around me. But don't mistake that for my kindness, love." Caleb leaned in close. "I waited for you. Every day that was hell I kept going because of you. But you... you forgot about me the moment other men showed up."

"I never forgot. Caleb, I... always thought about you." You wanted to reach out and hold him but you only managed to struggle against the unyielding grip he had around your wrists.

Caleb smirked above you, his cock ramming itself into your pussy, creating lewd, wet, sloppy sounds. "Really? When you fucked yourself with those toys you thought of me? Or when you were on all fours, desperately trying to make yourself come? What about when you were with those other guys, did you want it to be me fucking you instead?"

His words hurt as much as the way he was fucking you did. "I never... I haven't been with anyone... in a really long time."

"Huh. Explains why this pussy is so easy. It needed a good cock. You'll never need or want for anything ever again, I'll give it all to you!" The necklace hung just above your face, clicking and shining, almost like Caleb was taunting you with it. His rigid cock kept hitting your sweetspot every time his hips smacked heavily against yours, causing your back to arch and your clit to push against his fingers. "So messy. God, you've become such a desperate whore in the time I've been gone. Your pussy is so good at taking cock isn't it. Mine. The only cock it'll be taking will be my cock!"

Caleb pushed his fingers into your already abused pussy and curled them upwards just as his cock sank in and stilled. "Ca-Caleb, Caleb, that's too much!"

"No it's not. No it's fucking not, I know you can take it. You can be good. If you were good for those other guys, then won't you be good for me too?" His voice dropped to an almost cooing tone. "Don't you want to be good for me?" He asked, his fingers curling again and again, each movement sending lighting across your body until your mind went blank.

"I can... I can't-!" You cried out, tears spilling down your face.

"You can. My love, I know you can. You will." His tone turned commanding towards the end, "You will come for me." With one last cruel flick of your clit you came with a desperate whine, your voice breaking as you arched off the bed. Just then he chose to let go of your hands, allowed you to embrace him. "Yes, hold onto me. I've got you, I've got you now." He chuckled against your ear, his fingers easing out of you and holding you against him with both arms as his cum filled your desperate, fucked pussyhole.

Desperate sounds kept falling from your lips as you shook against him, your clit pressing against his abs, your legs locked around his hips and pussy stretched to its limits. "Ca-ah-leb..."

"Easy, easy, I'm here, I've got you. I'm not going anywhere, I'm never leaving you again." His words were flavored with an equal amount of a sweet promise and a dangerous threat. "We're together again. Nothing will get in the way of our love. As long as we love each other, that's all that matters." The more he cooed those words in your ear the more you started to believe he was right.

[syxoki]

𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 :3

(fem!reader)

Cw: fingering, edging, brat taming (duh), reader is kind of a bitch, dirty talk, ooc daisuke, softdom!daisuke,this is so cringe im sorry

Tags!!: @droltussy @whore-for-neuvillette 🫶���

You loved pissing off daisuke.

Because you knew that hes a patient man, and that hes head over heels for you. He never got really mad.

He mostly played it off, Hugging you and peppering you face with kisses so you would drop the act. Hes a gentle and patient boyfriend. Why would he get mad at you? Its no use, youre his pretty girl. He dont have to yell at you or argue. Even when you piss him off.

But like anyone, daisuke's patience have limits, and sometimes he snaps. And even if no, he wont yell at you or be mean, he'll edge you until dawn, make you cry out, being totally out of his usual gentle, vanilla and sweet guy act. Hes so mean, but not even with his words. Hes so mean with pleasing you, not letting you cum, refusing giving you his cock even if you whine for it.

He have to let you know that his patience inst infinite, and that trying to flirt with curly in front of his eyes will definitely make him snap. ☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆

"Cmon baby, i told you, you just have to apologize and i'll let you cum."

"Ng-nghh! But i dindt do anything wrong-"

"Alright. Just know that i dont like punishing you like that anymore than you. I know you like teasing me and pissing me off, but flirting with curly is a bit too far no? Dont you love me?"

He gently rub your clit with his thumb, two fingers gently thrusting into you, while his other hand pull your nipples, his lips gently kissing your temple.

"Dai! pleaseee let me come!"

"Not unless you apologize. Cmon baby, we both know you can do it."

You pout a bit, wiggling your hips against him, feeling his rock solid dick against your ass, his thumb teasingly hovering over your clit. Tears prickle at your eyes, youre so overstimulated, and you dindt even cum yet. You just want him balls deep inside you, not just his fingers teasing your pussy. You just want him to fuck you, dont you deserve it? Your hot boyfriend fucking your brain's out?

So you finally apologize.

"Msorry! Msorry daisuke! please let me come! Promise i wont do it again!"

A soft smile strech his lips, his fingers finally going all the way up, his thumb rubbing your clit roughly.

"Heres my girl, knew you could do it. It wasnt that hard was it?"

Your fingers tremble and grip at the wall, your legs shaking, panties at your ankles and your arousal dripping down his fingers while he gently kiss your neck, his fingers thrusting out and in.

"Gonna fuck you so good baby."And it all ended up with you squirting all over his fingers <3

[lucysarah-c]

Hii lovely. I love your posts! I have a bit of a NSFW question, what do you think Levis dick size is 😭 I've been thinking about it, cause he's kinda short so🥱 I hope you answer so BAAAD if you do, pls tag💗💗 keep up the good work!

Hi, sweetie! How are you? Oh, thank you so much for saying that-it truly means a lot to me.

Okay, controversial take, but I don't think Levi's height has anything to do with his dick. I know some people like to make that correlation-like, "Oh, he's short, so he must have a small dick" or whatever. But no, sorry to disappoint, that's not it.

How do I put this... Have you ever seen that video of Lionel Messi walking around? Because that man is short, but his dick is definitely not small, if you know what I mean.

I don't think Levi is huge huge, but he's definitely above average. I'd say somewhere between 17 to 20 cm -big, but not too big. At least from my personal experience, that's what I'd imagine. I also think it's thicker than long, very pale, with soft pink undertones, and kind of veiny, which makes it look even bigger. Basically, above slightly above average but good.

And if you've seen that Messi thing I'm talking about -it was all over my Twitter when I still had an account-you know what I mean. Height can sometimes be related, but not always. Coming from the girly community of a country with shorter men, I can tell you it's not a strict rule.

Anyway, I won't go on because I feel like I'm over-sharing at this point. Have a lovely day or night! Kisses!

Oh, and I'll be answering this one soon. Thank you for all your kind words-I hope you have a lovely weekend!

[theyluvpeach]

needy, needy boy

chris hates when you go out :(

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: sub chris. ( 🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️) dry humping. use of ma/mommy n baby. coming in pants again. (SORRY.) thas it :)

You can see Chris staring at you in the mirror as you do your makeup at your vanity. The jut out lip, the crossed arms, the puppy eyes. It's making you feel about enough to the point of texting your friend to cancel.

You told him that you were going out, he can't get that mad at you. Well... "Do you really have to go?"

"Baby, I can't just—" You try to get out, Chris quickly interrupts you, standing up from his spot on the bed. "Well, can I come then?"

"Chris....you came last time." He whines, standing behind your chair. "C'mon, Ma, please—"

You spin around. "You're acting like I'm never coming back." He frowns. "You basically are." He mumbles. He's just too cute. The pouty lips, those puppy eyes, the whiney tone.....you're too weak for this.

"Don't go." He tries one more time, "Please....? I'll do anything just, please, don't go.'

And it works. You love it when Chris is like this. You pat your lap, "Cmere, Pretty Boy." He straddles you, sorta, your chair's a little cramped for two people. "I'm still going out." He whines, "All that beggin' for nothing?"

"Mhn....not for nothing." Your hands fall to his hips, massaging them. "Gonna make you feel good before I leave." He lets out a soft noise.

You can be a little late. You'll tell them you had to finish your makeup, which you do.

"Will that make you feel better, Chris? If make you come before I leave?" He nods eagerly, his hips bucking up to meet yours. You love how needy he gets for you. "Oh, Chris..." You coo, feeling him through his pants. "Is this why you wanted me to stay so bad? You were this pent up?" He moans, "Shut— shutup—" He hides his face in your neck.

"Leaving me all alone and makin' me do all the work—" He gasps roughly, grinding against you. "S- so mean to me—"

You could be meaner. You halt his movements by pushing his hips down. "Mommy—" He whines, lifting his face from your neck, giving you a view of the beautiful flushed boy in your lap.

"Please....Wanna cum." He tries to resume his rhythm but you just hold his hips tighter. "Been good, haven't I?" You press a kiss to his neck before removing his hips from your grasp, he immediately starts grinding against you again.

He starts to shove his face back into your neck but you stop him by pulling on his hair, “Wanna see your face when you cum.” He whimpers loudly, resting his hands against your chest. "H...help—" You thrust up, deciding to take pity on him. "Shhhh, I got you baby, I got you."

"Mama— I need— C-can I—?" He stutters out, getting interrupted by his own moans. "You cum, Chris." You say sweetly, watching the way his head falls back and his eyes roll back into his head.

He falls limp against you when he comes down from his high, nuzzling into your neck. "Thankyou..." He slurs.

You run your hands through his hair. You might have to cancel after all.

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[uceyliyahh]

SNEAKY LINK

Summary: After having a one night stand with each other Kiyana and Jey decided to become sneaky links until she grew attached to him will he be able to feel the same as her?

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Kiyana

word count: 4381

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"We can form an attachment together,"

"No strings attached, no catching feelings for one another,"

"Simply just being sneaky links and post on our close friends,"

"If one of us catches feelings the attachment is over with,"

KIYANA As I settled into my chair, a talented makeup artist worked their magic on me in preparation for my Vogue cover shoot. Having modeled for two to three years, I began my journey as a teenager, and now, as an adult, I can truly appreciate how this career has enriched my life in countless ways.

This weekend, I have an exciting fashion show on the horizon, and I feel incredibly blessed and grateful for the chance to be surrounded by other amazing women. There's even a possibility of spotting some celebrities! As I was getting my makeup done, I couldn't help but scroll through Instagram and noticed a message from my best friend, Liv.

IMESSAGE 💬 Liv🌸: heyyy girly how's it going? Yana💗: it's been great Liv I'm getting my make up done at the moment Liv🌸: that's great I heard you have an upcoming fashion show this weekend and was hoping you could get us some tickets? Yana💗: yeah sure I can do that who's all coming? Liv🌸: Me ofc and dom, your brother, and the usos Yana💗: Jey and Jimmy? Liv🌸: yeah, I told them so much about you they actually wanted to meet you whenever you aren't busy Yana💗: I don't mind got any plans for tonight? Liv🌸: actually yeah! We were all thinking about heading to the club tonight if you're down 💁🏼‍♀️ Yana💗: hell yeah I'm down girl wym 😭 Liv🌸: cool where something sexy girl so some men can holla at you

"Kiyana you're on in a few minutes hon," Patrice said as I nodded my head.

Yana💗: girl bye, but I gotta go I'll see you tonight? Liv🌸: yes ofc girl have fun 💋

I set my phone on the table and glanced in the mirror, giving my hair a quick fluff and ensuring my makeup was flawless. Satisfied with my appearance, I rose from the chair and made my way to the photographer for the photoshoot.

"Kiyana! Hi dear it's so nice to see you again," Nathan said as we gave each other a hug.

"Same to you Nat, I'm so excited for the weekend," I said.

"I heard hon! I'm so happy for you!" We both smiled at each other feeling excitement for me.

As our conversation came to a close, it was time to shift gears and focus. I stepped into the center, with Nathan expertly guiding me on how to pose for the camera. His assistance was invaluable. The flash illuminated the scene as I struck various angles and poses, ensuring that each shot was magazine-ready for Vogue.

I showcased my curves with confidence, striking poses while Nathan cheered me on. His encouragement made me feel empowered, and as he leaned in to capture my face in a shot, I felt even more radiant.

We paused our photo session as I approached Nathan to check out the shots. They turned out so amazing that I could easily see myself going out on a date with me!

"Nathan you're just a great photographer," I complimented him.

Nathan grinned and said, "You know the saying about me—let's take a few more shots before we pick the ideal cover for Vogue, shall we?" I nodded in agreement and returned to my pose in the center.

After my photoshoot, I settled into my chair to carefully remove my makeup, ensuring that every trace was gone. Just as I was focused on my task, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was greeted by Nathan, his face lit up with a warm smile.

"Kiyana you did great work today for this photo I know everyone is going to see your face on the cover magazine of vogue,"

That warmed by heart, "aww thank you Nathan I'm glad to have you as my photographer I love everyone on this team that helped me shaped into the person I am," I said.

 We embraced warmly before stepping back from one another. Nathan felt like the gay best friend I had always wished for; his kindness and genuine care were truly remarkable, and he passionately pursued what he loved.

"I'll see you walk down the runway this weekend?" I nodded my head as we bid our goodbyes.

I had just finished tidying up my face when I noticed my phone lighting up with a text message. Curiously, I picked it up and saw it was from my brother Cody.

IMESSAGE 💬 BigBrother💪🏼: Hey little sis, how's it going? Yana💗: Heyyy brotherrr I just got done with my photoshoot for vogue magazine and I'm finna head home to get ready for the club that Liv wanted me to come to BigBrother💪🏼: club? Do I need to be there for protection? Yana💗: Cody I'm fine nothing isn't going to happen to me besides I heard Jey and Jimmy were showing up if you want to slide by BigBrother💪🏼: I mean them are my boys so I might come thru Yana💗: greaaat also I got everyone's tickets for this week also just wanted to let you know 💁🏽‍♀️ BigBrother💪🏼: appreciate it little sis can't wait to see you out there shining bright like a star 🫶🏼 Yana💗: thank you brother I love you BigBrother💪🏼: I love you too Yaya imma let you get going ttyl Yana💗: ttyl

I tucked my phone into my purse as I reached for the keys to my 2017 BMW. Before stepping out, I took a moment to tidy up my space and bid farewell to everyone on the team. As I stepped outside, I noticed a fan approaching me.

"KIYANA! I love you so much you're such an inspiration to me may I get a picture and autograph?" The fan said.

"Of course hon!" I knelt down to meet the fan's height, allowing them to capture the moment with their camera. As I took a look at the photo, I couldn't help but smile at the image of myself. I then signed the picture, adding a personal touch with a kiss mark to make it even more special.

A fan expressed their gratitude with a warm hug, and I encouraged them to keep pursuing their hopes and dreams, reminding them that success comes from dedication and hard work. As I settled into my car, I inserted the keys and pressed the button to start the engine, ready to drive forward.

As I reversed out of the driveway, I enjoyed some tunes from my Apple Music playlist, keeping a watchful eye behind me to ensure the coast was clear before heading toward the gate.

༊*·˚ As I fluffed my afro and glanced at the clock, I realized it was nearly time to hit the club with my girl Liv. I was thrilled to carve out some time with her, especially given how busy our schedules can get. I applied some lip gloss, enjoying the satisfying "pop" sound as I smoothed it over my lips. I took a moment to admire my outfit for the night, feeling confident as the dress hugged my curves perfectly.

As I made my way downstairs, I picked up my keys and purse, eager to get going. I slid into my car, the familiar sounds of Sabrina Carpenter's "Bed Chem" filling the air—my absolute favorite track. With the GPS guiding me, I backed out of the driveway, excitement bubbling as I headed toward the club.

As I drove, the melody of the song played in my mind, and I couldn't help but reflect on my past. Growing up in Atlanta, Georgia, my brother Cody and I navigated life without our father, who was often absent. Our mother was our rock, tirelessly working to provide for us while he was off pursuing who knows what. It was a challenging journey for her, but her strength and dedication shaped who we are today.

When she learned about my aspirations in modeling, she shared her concerns about the industry, highlighting the dangers that women like me often face, particularly regarding drugs and scandals. Despite her worries, I reassured her that I would become a star and one day buy her a new home. Unfortunately, Cody beat me to it, and I can't help but feel a deep resentment towards him for that.

At nineteen, I had a clear vision of my future, fueled by the excitement of becoming a model known for my unique beauty. It was then that my father reappeared in my life, drawn in by the buzz surrounding his daughter's newfound fame. Despite my mother's encouragement to reconnect, I felt no obligation to welcome him back into my life. The past was complicated, and I simply couldn't bring myself to do it.

My mother instilled in me all the essential lessons, particularly about love and relationships. I was truly passionate about being a devoted partner. I often envisioned a future filled with marriage and children, ensuring my mother wouldn't feel lonely while Cody and I pursued our own paths in our careers.

I longed for a partner who would cherish me, pamper me, and envelop me in love, just as I would do for them. Unfortunately, I never found that kind of luck, especially when it came to protecting my virginity.

Yes, I'm still a virgin so what? I wasn't going to give up to anyone—or so I thought.

Cody is incredibly protective of me; whenever guys come near, he shoots them a fierce glare that suggests he could easily take them down. I totally get it—after all, I'm his little sister. As I finally arrived at the club, I noticed it was absolutely packed tonight.

I pulled into the parking spot and switched off my car, eager to step inside the bustling building. As I made my way through the crowd, I found it challenging to see over the heads of those around me. The energy was electric, with the DJ spinning "Give" by Genia, and the dance floor was alive with people moving to the beat.

As I navigated through the bustling crowd, I spotted Liv enthusiastically waving her hand to catch my attention. Making my way to their table, I was greeted by the sight of all her colleagues from work gathered around.

I couldn't help but notice a striking figure seated nearby. His brownish mullet hairstyle framed his face perfectly, and he wore an all-black ensemble that exuded confidence. A Cuban silver chain glimmered around his neck, accentuating his muscular physique. I found myself captivated, especially by the intricate tattoos that adorned his body, drawing me into a mesmerizing trance.

Would if be wrong to be eye fucking be him like this?

Liv brought me back to reality with her voice, and as I turned to her, a smile spread across my face. She invited me to sit beside her, and we embraced warmly, sharing a moment of connection.

"Girl, you look absolutely stunning tonight the outfit is definitely eating," Liv said making me tuck a strain of my hair behind my ear.

"Stoppp I got enough compliments from today girl," I said while rolling my eyes.

In that moment, I noticed him staring at me with his captivating, hooded brown eyes, sending a wave of nervousness through me like I had never experienced before. "Everyone, this is my stunning best friend Kiyana, a gorgeous model, and Kiyana, meet Jey, Jimmy, Bianca, and Trinity," Liv said, introducing me to the group. I shyly waved at them, but my heart raced as I locked eyes with him.

He gave me a playful wink, and I could feel my cheeks burning with warmth before he began to speak.

"Hi guys nice to meet ya'll" I said.

"So Kiyana you a model for real?" Bianca asked as I nodded my head.

"Absolutely, I've been navigating this since I was nineteen."  She seemed taken aback when I mentioned it, considering the immense pressure that comes with being a legal adult in this industry. However, I can genuinely manage it all.

I shared all my model photos with her, including the one I took earlier today for Vogue magazine. Both she and Trinity were captivated by my features. I also caught a glimpse of Jey sneaking a look at my pictures when he thought I wasn't watching—a clever little fox, indeed.

"You are an incredibly gorgeous girl, and I can only imagine how many guys are drawn to you." I chuckled at her remark, shaking my head in response to Cody's protective nature. Honestly, no one would dare approach me, and that's perfectly okay.

Liv started pouring me a shot of Hennessy into a shot glass, and as I downed it confidently, I could feel the energy of the girls around me cheering me on.

I've always been a light drinker, which means that even a small amount can hit me hard, especially when I'm behind the wheel. But this weekend is special—I'm celebrating my very first fashion show!

"Let's celebrate my best friend fashion show that she's going to be in this weekend guys!" Liv said while pouring us some more Hennessy in the shot glasses.

I never expected to find myself in this situation tonight. I hoped Cody would choose to stay home with his wife and my adorable niece instead of coming out. As we hit the dance floor, the energy was electric, and we lost ourselves in the rhythm, dancing closely and enjoying every moment.

As I lost myself in the rhythm of the music, I suddenly felt a firm hand encircle my waist. A surge of panic almost made me scream, but then I realized it was Jey behind me, his neck gently resting against my shoulder, perfectly syncing with my movements.

He leaned in close and softly murmured in my ear, "Kiyana, isn't it? You look stunning tonight, mama," Jey said, his deep voice smooth and rich like vanilla.

I gently draped my arm around his neck, leaning into him as I prepared to respond. His touch was soft and reassuring, setting the perfect tone for our moment together.

 "I appreciate the compliment, sir. You appear quite dapper yourself. It's amusing how you're observing me in silence, isn't it?" I remarked, noticing the soft chuckle that escaped him.

"I aimed to leave a positive impression, Mama; I certainly didn't want to push you away." Push me away? He's quite the comedian! I can tell we're still in sync, moving together to the rhythm. That's when I turned to face him, feeling his hands on my hips as he playfully squeezed.

I felt a warm, fuzzy sensation inside, but I brushed it off since I was already quite tipsy. I noticed his gaze shifting from my lips to my eyes. "So, you're a model? Those pictures looked impressive from what I could see," he remarked.

"You could have simply asked to see them instead of trying to be clever and sneaky."  We both share a laugh, gazing into each other's eyes.

 I was drawn to his energy, even though we were both tipsy and a bit drunk. He had a vibe that was impossible to resist. As he leaned in closer, our lips started to move together perfectly, and I could hear the cheers from everyone around us. In response, I playfully flashed them the middle finger.

I could sense his firm body pressing against me as we engaged in an intense, passionate kiss. His tongue danced within my mouth, igniting a powerful spark of desire that surged between us.

"You wanna finish this at my hotel?" Jey muttered softly.

I agreed with a nod as he lifted me by the thighs, effortlessly grabbing my purse and keys. I momentarily forgot that I had driven her, but it didn't matter. I had already handed Liv my car keys so she could return my car to my place..

"Kiyana finna get some dickkk tonight!" Liv shouted as I gave her the middle finger knowing that this hoe knows imma a virgin.

Jey gently set me on my feet as he unlocked his car doors. Once I settled into the vehicle, I was immediately struck by the delightful scent and the stylish interior. I fastened my seatbelt just as he started the engine and began to reverse out of the parking lot, making our way to his hotel.

༊*·˚

OMNISCIENT Kiyana and Jey were irresistibly drawn to one another, their hands exploring as they shed their clothing. In a passionate moment, Jey lifted her by the thighs, carrying her to the bed where he gently pinned her down, positioning himself between her legs.

He began placing wet kisses on her body all the way down to her belly and her moist wet cunt right now Jey's face was between her thighs kissing her thighs gentle as she quiver around his touch.

"She's so pretty mama, pretty ass pussy," Jey said as his lips began kissing her wet cunt gentle causing her arch her back in pleasure.

Jey was French kissing her pussy swirling his tongue around her clit as she moaned his name softly only for him to hear she didn't tell him that she was a virgin that would probably throw off his game but that didn't matter because they were both drunk and will forget about this situation.

He gazed up at her seeing her squirming around him as he held her down making sure she didn't go anywhere this would be a one time thing for him since he already had a fling going on with Jaida at the moment.

Kiyana was tugging on his brownish mullet while bucking her hips around his tongue matching his movements as she rolled her eyes in the back of her head.

This was something she never experienced before with all of the men she dated but Jey he was a while different breed, she felt him slowly sticking two fingers inside of her pussy and began pumping them in and out of her.

"O-oh...F-fuck..." Kiyana moaned gazing down at him watching him work his tongue around her sensitive bud.

Jey pulled back her folds before going back in to French kiss her clit thrusting his fingers deeply into her, curling his fingers into a "c" watching her crumble underneath him.

"Mhm, give me that shit," Jey responded back.

His tongue continues to flicker up and down feeling that she was about to cum within a second feeling her pushing his head deeply into her pussy.

Kiyana felt a knot going down inside of her stomach while bucking her hips and down nearing her orgasm throwing her head back into the sheets.

"J-Josh...I'm finna..cum..ouuu fuck...Its coming!"

Kiyana let out a satisfying moan escape her lips as she rolled her eyes in the back of head letting her intense take over her body meanwhile Jey was slurping all of her milky white cream as it coated his beard so well.

He could feel her thighs shaking violently kissing them gently to soothe her before pulling his fingers out of her seeing the rest of her cream on it.

When she had seen how big he was it almost scared her wondering if it'll fit her seeing how long and thick it was he chuckled at her while getting a condom ripping it from his teeth before placing it on his dick.

He pulled Kiyana towards the edge of the bed pinning her legs back as he aligned himself in her entrance, Jey slowly push himself inside of her as she gasped feeling her body shaking at the pressure.

"You good mama, I gotchu princess," Jey reassured her as he began giving her slow deep strokes.

He was fucking her gently like he almost knew that she was a virgin due to her reaction to him pushing himself inside of her, but this was a one night stand it didn't mean anything right?

The warmth of his body between hers did something to her that she couldn't even put her finger on it.

"Oh my god fuck," Kiyana moaned, breathlessly as she dig her nails into his back.

"Never had someone dick you down like this huh?" He hummed as he circled his hips, relishing the sound of her pussy made when he went in and out of her empty hole, "pussy feels so good mama,"

Jey planted wet kisses on her body comforting her letting her forget about the pleasurable pain that she was feeling at the moment while speeding up his pace a bit.

Kiyana's moans were filling up the room hearing nothing but his hips slapping against her thighs while she was scratching his back causing him to hiss but he didn't mind.

He wrapped his hand around her throat pounding into her gummy walls while she tried to push him away but only for him to pin her arm down in the process.

"Un-un, take this big ass dick. Be a good girl for me," he grunted sending her to the oblivion.

At this point she had tears forming in her eyes due to the pressure that she was feeling did she feel like an idiot for giving it to a man that she didn't even know?

"Fuck Jey I can't, I fucking can't ouuu," She begged as he gripped her throat tightly.

"Take this fucking shit," Jey was fucking her silly throwing his head back in pleasure seeing her breaking into pieces because of him.

She didn't know how much she could take gazing into his dark eyes there was nothing but lust in them the way he was biting down on his bottom lip was so attractive to her but she felt them tears streaming down her face as she covered her face.

Jey wasn't haven't it he wanted to see how good he was fucking her, "remove yo' hands from yo' face lemme' see how good I'm fucking you," when Kiyana didn't obey his commands he gave her a slap on the thigh causing her to whine as she removed her hands from her face.

"Look at you taking daddy's big dick so well, you gon' lemme' coat that pretty face of yours with my nut mama?"

"Y-yess fuckk I'm finna cum Jey..." she warned him feeling another orgasm creeping up on her.

Kiyana began rubbing her clit chasing her orgasm as Jey fucked her inner walls deeper and deeper making her take every single inch of him hearing a choked moan escape her lips.

Jey was losing himself inside of her feeling his thrust getting sloppier and sloppier each second watching her rubbing her clit turned him on so much.

Kiyana let out a loud moan feeling herself coating his dick up with her milky essence rubbing her clit intensely while rolling her eyes in the back of her skull.

Jey had slammed inside of her one last time before removing the condom grabbing her by the hair coating up her face with his warm seeds shooting ropes after ropes on her face causing him to let out a satisfying moan.

She even opened her mouth to get some of his nut inside of there tasting the saltiness of his cum he let go of her hair making her fall onto the bed looking all defeated and tired.

Kiyana felt her heart racing as she watched Jey head toward the bathroom. Struggling to regain her composure, she placed a hand over her chest, trying to steady her breath. Just then, she heard his footsteps approaching again and looked up to see him extending his hand toward her.

She took hold of his hand to lift herself up, but her legs felt so weak that she nearly stumbled. Jey quickly caught her by the waist, looking down at her disheveled appearance. With a gentle touch, he retrieved a warm cloth and started to wipe her face, which was smeared with remnants of their passionate encounter.

"In the morning we will forget about this aight?" Jey said as she nodded her head.

But did she really want to forget about this?

Kiyana successfully tidied her face and then slipped back into her underwear and bra, all while gathering the remainder of her clothes.

"Where you going?" She gazed up at him without saying anything.

"I was going to get a Uber home," Kiyana replied as he shook his head.

"Nah, just stay here for the rest of the night. I'll take you home in the morning mama," he said as Kiyana didn't want to protest as she felt tired due to the session that they just had.

As she settled into the bed, seeking comfort, Jey gently wrapped the blanket around them. Just as she was about to close her eyes, the vibration of her phone interrupted her peace. Kiyana reached for it and saw that Cody had sent her a message.

IMESSAGE 💬 BigBrother💪🏼: Hey where are you? you good? Yana💗: yeah I was way to drunk to drive so Jey took me to his hotel room to spend the night BigBrother💪🏼: Jey? As in my best friend Jey Uso? Yana💗: that's your best friend?? BigBrother💪🏼: yeah yaya he took care of you right?

'Yeah, by fucking the shit out of me and giving him my virginity'

Yana💗: he did, he said he was going to take me home in morning BigBrother💪🏼: good well I just making sure you was okay I'll text you in the morning get some rest love you 🫶🏼 Yana💗: I love you too gn

She set her phone on the dresser beside the bed and glanced at Jey, who was already fast asleep. That was her signal to finally get some much-needed rest too.

She is likely to put all of this behind her and return to her usual routine by tomorrow morning. With the upcoming fashion show this weekend demanding her attention, it's essential that she stays focused and not let any distractions cloud her mind.

Sneaky Link

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[annab-nana]

hi! for the sleepover requests: rafe + "i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them." "and that's my business because..?" "..i don't have a date."

oh babe this sounds so good! hope you enjoy it :))))

warnings: not proofread, mentions of drinking, minor swearing

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"here he comes," your friend, sabrina, noted when she spotted the tall blond making his way over. she took the last swig of your drink before taking the empty cup and getting lost in the crowd, leaving you alone in the corner of the college party. you let out a small huff at her quick exit. you were alone, soon to be with rafe when he got over here, and were without any liquid coverage to get you through the encounter.

"hey sweet stuff," rafe drawled, earning the eye roll from you he was looking for.

"what did i tell you about calling me that?" you bit as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned back against the wall behind you.

he pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, pretending he was off in deep thought, but you knew the organ between his ears wasn't capable of such deliberation. "i don't remember anything about 'sweet stuff'. i do remember you saying words i can't repeat about some other names, though," he said through a smug smirk that you so desperately wanted to slap off his face.

"go ahead and add 'sweet stuff' to that list," you told him firmly. "did you need something? because i'm here to have a good time and last i checked, that's impossible to do with you around."

rafe let out a deep chuckle, his blue eyes shining in the neon lights of a beer sign hanging haphazardly on the frat house wall. "you make it so hard to sweet talk you, you know?" he quipped before continuing into why he came over in the first place. "so you know how tomorrow is valentine's day?"

your stare told him you heard him and knew of tomorrow's festivities.

"well, i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them," rafe spoke with a sigh, his eyes gazing hopefully into yours.

you didn't see why he was telling you this and quite frankly, you didn't care. "and that's my business because..?" you trailed off.

rafe paused before continuing. "..i don't have a date."

you couldn't hold back your laughter. it started as an escaped giggle that grew into a hearty chuckle, a full-on belly laugh at his expense. and if he didn't look so earnest, you would've kept on. but your laughter fizzled out, and you wiped your eyes.

"oh shit, you're serious," you mumbled.

his short nod cemented your words.

"why are you asking me? we aren't exactly besties. it's not a good idea but that's kind of your thing, isn't it? bad ideas," you told him in confusion.

a dry chuckle left rafe's lips. "believe it or not, you know more about me, so you're the best fit."

that part made you feel for him for a second, and that small second of weakness cost you. "why couldn't i have met you at college like everyone else?" you grumbled before nodding and giving in. "fine."

rafe's eyes widened ever so slightly. then that stupid smirk made a reappearance. "dress cute. i'll pick you up at seven. see you later, cupcake," he whispered when he leaned forward into your space before walking away.

"don't call me cupcake!"

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[your-mommy-ems]

hi lovelies,

this has been coming for a while (at least for me lmao) but im leaving tumblr for an indefinite amount of time. i will be back this is not a deactivation or abandonment but tumblr is just not hitting as hard as it used to, life has been really hectic and the added bonus of me going away for a while is like the cherry on top.

i'll still be active (-ish depending on circumstances) on other socials; discord, (urbanflorals look the old url is STILL alive somewhere) insta (if we're closer), but im taking a step back from here. (if you want my insta just message me here or on discord - just a warning i wont be responding tomorrow bc i'll be travelling)

i love you all so so soooo much, every one of you holds a special place in my heart just remember that. still feel free to tag me in things and send asks, i'll answer/reply to them when i come back <33

whenever mess it up comes on or you make a typo i hope you think of me <3

much love, i'll see you soon,

your mommy ems,

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[writinglionqueen]

How's Your Head

It hurt.

Goddamn did it hurt.

Your head was pounding as the crew rush you backstage after receiving a nasty bump from your match. Your ears were ringing and the lights were starting to look like a kaleidoscope with every uneven step.

Of course you would receive such a bump during your match; hitting your head on one of the ring posts. It almost knocked you out but the hot feeling of blood running down your head kept you in until you got the win. But it wasn't long until the crew come down to get you out of the ring. They were quick to rush you to the medical room so they could inspect your condition there.

And not far behind you and the crew, you knew Drew was there. He had watched your match backstage like he always did. So, he had watched as you hit your head and everything. He was probably worried out of his mind for you, given the nature of the relationship you and him head. And you had faintly heard his voice through the crew's utterings of what to do when they got you to the room. You couldn't pay him any mind as one of the medical personnel looked at your head assessing if your wound needed any stitches or staples.

"Good and bad news," the medic said. "The good news is that it's not that deep or big. Bad news is that it you will need a couple staples." You gave a thumbs up to let them know you had heard and to proceed. The person was quick to numb the area, staple you up and clean what they could. "There's a good chance you have a concussion. I want you to lie down when you get to your hotel. Turn the lights out. I was gonna say that I was gonna fetch someone to take you to your hotel but I'm sure the Scotsman outside will take you, he's been outside since we started this." You nodded very slightly. Your head was still ringing.

The medic left, closing the door behind them. You closed your eyes and bowed your head, hoping the pain would die away. Maybe the medic had told you they had something for you to take when they were done but you didn't hear it and you didn't dare open your eyes to try and find it. And this was your first head injury since the start of your career. At least one that caused you to now be concussed. You wondered what you needed to do because of this. Drew would know.

The door clicked open and footsteps came into the room. It was Drew. No doubt about it.

"You ok?" he asked you as quietly as he could. He probably knew what you were feeling and new that loud sounds would only make it worse.

"Yeah," you hoarsely say.

"Looks like they left you something to take for the pain if you haven't taken anything yet," he mentioned. You gave a quick sigh of relief.

"That's good, I need it."

"How's your head?"

"Never had any complaints," your PG-13 mind was very quick to quip even with the pounding your head was feeling. Of course you wouldn't miss a beat.

Your quip had Drew chuckling.

"You know Princess, when you're up for it I'll take you up on the offer," he said to you. "But for now, let's get you to the hotel to rest up." You smiled at that.

"That sounds nice," you sigh. "This is gonna suck, isn't it?" Another chuckle sounded from Drew.

"Not as much as you will when you're no longer concussed."

You wanted to laugh. You really did but the act of smiling made your head pound worse.

"Fuuuuck," you groaned before holding your hand out. "Give me the pills first then we can go." Drew sighed.

You both could tell this was going to be a long night...and not in a fun way.

~~~

So I had a funny quip that I thought would make a good quick fic...and i ran with it. Sorry y'all that it's been a while since I've given you a real fic. Life's life haha!

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[roseganymede95]

WIP Word Train! (Again!)

Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share a sentence/excerpt from your wips that start with that letter.

Tagged by @fairandfatalasfair, the word is SCARY

These are all from the post-canon fic because that's basically all I've been working on lately.

S - “She apparently knows where the office is,” Charles says. He pulls Edwin into the sitting area and points him at the largest bookshelf. “So we’re packing our shit and getting away from the office until we know more. Go on, grab the books you want to have with us.” 

C - Christ alive, has he been like this the whole time? Now that he’s aware of it, hardly a single conversation goes by when he doesn’t catch himself chucking flattery and winks and innocent insinuations at Edwin.

A - At first, it was just nice. Having Crystal around made Charles feel alive, almost. Like a real sixteen-year-old with a future, rather than a bundle of decades-old bones buried in a church yard.

R - “Right, so, ever since I met Gertie I’ve been coming back to keep up ties with the neighborhood cats once or twice a year,” Charles explains. “And I obviously talk about you when I come by, because what else am I gonna talk about? So I’ve been bragging about you since before this lot’s parents were born. You’re kind of a legend around here. Can’t blame them for being excited to meet you.”

Y - “You don’t understand,” says Crystal despairingly. “He’s a good person. He deserves nice things. If I were a good person, I would want nice things for him. But I’m an awful person, so instead I just want to hog him all to myself forever, even though I won’t actually date him.”

Thanks for tagging me! I now summon @williamvapespeare and @tumblerislovetumblerislife and challenge them with the word CRIME.

(Also if you fine folks ask nicely I'll tell you the title of the new fic!)

[eden-writes-stuff]

tags: Remus teaches Sirius to wank, black family trauma, mutual masturbation, NSFW, 18+ (can be read as dub-con if you want to)

"Fuck, not again", Sirius groaned, burying his face in the pillows. This seemed to happen more and more often the older he got.

It was almost painful this time. Like he had to pee really badly, but paired with a need to punch something. As always he decided to ignore it and got up to pull the curtains around his bed aside.

"Morning, Pads", Remus mumbled, looking up from his book. Remus always spent the holiday mornings in his bed, reading. It was a comforting sight. "Morning, Moons", Sirius yawned, before sitting up

"Oh, shit. Do... You know what, I'll go and read in the common room", Remus said and cleared his throat, just as Sirius stretched for a bit. "What? Why? You like your mornings in bed", Sirius answered, confused. 

"It's fine, I'll... just give you the time you need..." Remus got off of his bed, taking his book with him and made his way towards the door.

"Time for what?" "Sirius, you are aware, you got a... you know...?" He lifted an eyebrow as if to tell him something, which only confused the oldest Marauder more. "A what?" He looked down on himself, checking for stains on his clothes. "It's not my hair, is it?", he said, looking up at him, then launching at him, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Moony, tell me there's nothing wrong with my hair!", he pressed on.

"What? No. Not your hair. You... you got a raging boner", Remus answered, stepping back a bit,  then glancing down.

"A what? Oh, that... what's wrong with it? It will go away in a bit." Moony obviously hadn't expected that answer. "Well, yeah. But wouldn't you like to... do something about it?" "Do what? There isn't anything to be done", Sirius shrugged.

Now Remus was the confused one. "Of course there is." When Sirius just stared at him, he sighed. "You know... playing around? fiddling? tossing off? automanipulation? beat the meat?"

"How is beating meat gonna help me get rid of this thing?", he asked.

For a while, they just stared at each other. "You really have no idea, do you?", Remus asked eventually. "I thought I made that clear."

"So... you've been having this... thing for a while. And it just sometimes happens... And when it does you always just wait until it goes away?" "What else would I do?"

Remus looked between the door and Sirius, obviously trying to decide between fight and flight. "I can't believe no one ever told you about this." He laid his book aside and leaned against the door, eyeing Sirius.

"Then tell me now. What's that dark secret everyone has been hiding from me?", he asked, getting slightly irritated.

"I'm really not sure that I'm the right-" "Please, Moony! you can't just leave me hanging now." Remus groaned quietly, then nodded. "Fine. It's usually called wanking or jerking off. It's... Fucking hell, how do you explain that?", he ran his hand through his hair, "Well, basically... It's the same motions as when you're cleaning your broom. You know, you got the lengthy, round thing and then you just... rub over it. Have fun with it", he tried.

For a few seconds, Sirius thought about it. "So I'm supposed to take my penis into my hand and rub over it? That doesn't sound very fun." "Well, I didn't invent it. Don't complain to me", Remus shrugged.

"Show me", Sirius demanded. "What?"

"Show me." "No. Absolutely not." "Come on, Moons. We're friends, aren't we? Friends help each other out." Remus was about to argue when he realised that this might be his only ever chance at seeing Sirius Black naked. It was wrong. Very wrong to use it like this.

"You'll have to take your clothes off if you want me to show you", he warned him. Sirius shrugged. "I'm not the one with the body issues."

Remus took a deep breath in before slowly walking toward his bed. Sirius followed him, thankful for any help he'd get.

"Alright, how do you need me?" Sirius asked, suddenly feeling a bit shy. "Just get comfortable", Remus answered, relaxing into the warmth of his pillows with enough place for Sirius to fit next to him.

"I should take my clothes off first though, right?" "Yeah, that would make it a lot easier", Remus agreed. For some reason, he felt the need to look away as Sirius undressed. It wasn't like he wouldn't see it anyways, but something about this felt too vulnerable for him to watch.

After a bit, he felt a weight on the bed next to him and glanced over. His mouth went dry at once.

"Moony? Is... there isn't anything wrong with me, is there?"

"What? No. Fuck! Sorry. No. Absolutely not. You... You're erm..", his voice sounded hoarse, "It's longer than most others. Between most guys that's a bragging right", he gave Sirius a small smile. "Oh... That's good then", Sirius answered, staring at his dick.

"It doesn't usually look like this." "Well, yeah. It gets harder when you're horny. Basically, all the blood from your brain goes down there", Remus explained. "Why?" "Not sure. I'm not an expert or anything either." "Okay... So, show me what to do."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "You mean- You want me to touch it?", he asked carefully. "I don't know!" Sirius groaned. "I don't know anything about any of this, okay? You're a good teacher, I've seen you help the others studying." "Well, this isn't exactly studying, but yeah, sure..." He would burn in hell for this.

"Alright then, is it okay for you if I touch it?" Sirius nodded. Remus tried to breathe evenly.

Slowly and softly Remus let his hand slide along Sirius' cock, earning a soft gasp and a slight arch of his hips. Careful not to squeeze too hard, Remus wrapped his fingers around the bright pink flesh and started moving it up and down.

"Moony!" Sirius wasn't sure what exactly was happening to him, but Godric, he never wanted it to stop. Remus couldn't help but stare at his face. He was ethereal. 

"Moony- You- I- hng!" Sirius' hands gripped the sheets as his hips automatically jerked upward to get more and more. He couldn't look away. Never in his life had Remus seen something quite this gorgeous. He had to stop. He wasn't here to get Sirius off, he was here to teach him. Biting down on his lower lip, he slowed his movements before stopping completely and letting go.

Sirius sighed in disappointment, looking toward Remus at the loss of warmth. Remus swallowed. "Give me your hand", he ordered, holding out his own, as an invite for Sirius. Gently, he led Sirius' fingers around his dick, then started guiding his hand.

Quietly humming, Sirius buried his face in Remus' neck. Remus' back straightened and for a second he considered doing something, but then he felt Sirius' lips brush against his veins and all thoughts packed for a very long holiday.

"Yours felt better", Sirius murmured against his skin. Still not thinking clearly, Remus turned his head toward him.

The first time their lips touched it wasn't more than a light brush. The second time it was a crash. Two mouths wanting for more, two bodies aching to be closer.

Completely lost in the moment he pulled his friend into his lap, never breaking the rhythm of his hand. Sirius groaned and gasped against his lips, still moving his hips slightly.

Remus could feel himself harden with every single one of Sirius' motions.

It didn't take the other one long to realise it. Carefully he let his hand slide into Remus' pyjama bottoms, pulling his dick out. Remus moaned lightly into the kiss, biting down on his lip.

"Stop?", Sirius asked, pausing for a moment, but Remus quickly shook his head. "No. Don't. Keep going", he answered quietly, building a bit more of a tempo with his hand as Sirius started moving his. Sirius' fingers were impossibly soft and most important - they were Sirius'.

"Fuck, Moony! Feels- feels- so good." Remus hummed in agreement. "I think you're about to come", he whispered, voice rougher than usual. "It's supposed to fe- feel good. Very... Intense. " 

Remus groaned as Sirius' hips started stuttering irregularly and his moans grew louder. "You're gonna make a mess for me. You gonna come all over me." 

Obviously, Sirius didn't last very long. It had already been more than Remus would have guessed. The first times he himself had done it, it only took him a few embarrassing seconds to finish into his pants.

Now he didn't take much longer than that. Between Sirius' perfect hands and his moans, he was completely helpless.

Breathing heavily, Sirius rested his forehead against Remus', who didn't dare to speak as the reality of what they had just done slowly sank in.

"Is it always this intense?", Sirius asked after a few minutes. "Not exactly."

[kitsunexgari]

Summary: You have to face the fact that once you make a deal with the devil he owns your soul, and he can do whatever he wants with you. Tags: Over stimulation, forced orgasms, restraints, humiliation, Dom/Sub, Blood, biting, dirty talk, semi-dub con/non-con Notes: This is quite a wild almost AU scenario that I came up with for The Salesman. It's definitely not for everyone so read at your own risk.

"Please just let me go I promise I'll be good!" You beg pathetically. You had been chained up in this room for you weren't sure how long now. Completely naked, exposed, and shivering. You weren't sure what exactly you did now to upset him but given that he was prone to throwing tantrums or just punishing you for his own amusement it may not have been anything significant or at all. He had been appearing at random times to taunt you, tease you, but there was always denial. He knew just how to touch you to build you right up to climax before stopping. Make your cunt as sensitive as possible. 

"Let you go? Let you GOOOO?" He taunts as he steps in front of you. You gasp and whine knowing that you are in for trouble now. You shake your head and look away from him. He chuckles, his hand going right to your cunt, one thumb right on your clit once again. He's been doing this enough that your arousal is painful. More pain than pleasure at this point and yet you don't hate it...no...this is what you've been craving and somehow he always knows this. If you tell him or not. "I'm sure you just hate this, Princess..." He snarls leaning in to lick your cheek sloppily. 

You start to rub against his fingers trying to get more towards his hand, possibly force penetration but he's very good at knowing just how much to give without allowing you release, how to torture you as sweetly as possible. Your cunt is dripping wet, your arms ache. He has you elevated so your toes just barely touch the floor but you are sure that at this point you wouldn't be able to stand on your own two feet anyway. He's weakened you, left you a sobbing mess. Heaven and hell completely combined. You don't even know what you want anymore.

"Do you believe you've suffered enough?" He whispers. You know if you tell him that you have then he'll deny you again, you've been making that mistake for what seems like days. Now you know it's your chance to try to give him what he wants, say what he's waiting for. 

"No...I...I don't...." You whisper after a moment of trying to find your breath as he continues to mercilessly handle your cunt. 

"Ooooh looks like someone's finally learning her lesson...." He taunts. There's another wild laugh, so unhinged and feral. His hand retracts and he moves behind you. You turn your head trying to watch him but he growls viciously indicating that isn't something you should do. 

"Please just-" 

"Just what?" He hisses in your ear, you can feel his teeth scrape over the back of your neck, "Let you cum? Is that what you want?" 

"PLEASE!" You screech, you don't think you can take it anymore, and just as you have that thought you feel his cock shove into you. This, of course, triggers one hell of a powerful orgasm, you scream, cumming hard as your body spasms and contracts around his absolutely perfect cock.

"Tsk...tsk...who said you could do that?" He purrs in your ear. 

"I-I didn't mean to-" 

"SILENCE!" He yells, "Since this is what you want...so badly...maybe I should give you all you can take...or more..." 

"Oh God don't-" 

"Don't? DON'T! Do you really presume to tell me what I can and cannot do? Silly....SILLY little girl..." He laughs again, his hands coming around to grab your tits roughly, giving them a nice firm squeeze. You scream out and he starts to thrust, slow at first, hard enough to swing you a bit with how you are restrained. You squeal. One of his hands moving down to your cunt, to get at your clit again. 

"I'm going to take it all from you, all your pleasure...pain...you're going to wish you never craved this to begin with...." He whispers so softly that you aren't even sure he's said anything at all or you just imagined it. His thrusting increases and once again you find that he's rubbing your clit to enhance your pleasure even further. His cock feels to be amazing inside of you, hitting all the right places, everything you need to force another orgasm almost immediately. You scream. 

"More..." He snarls, "Do it again." 

"S-Stop...." You beg but you don't want him to stop, you know that and he knows that too. Even if you were genuine, you know he wouldn't and you crave that part of the experience to. The thrusting increases so do his fingers. Pain and pleasure stab through you as his cock pounds into you even harder. You've felt this before, you know it won't be the last time. This mere act milks yet another orgasm from your body. Your arms tug down at the restraints, your toes curl and your back arches, as you gasp for air. Stars dancing in your direct line of sight. 

"AGAIN!" He demands then starts to bite at your shoulder, neck, and back, drawing blood and growling like a feral animal as he licks at the wounds. His assault on your body continues. You scream. Your hands clench into fists. Another orgasm rocks your body. "That's right...milk my cock like the little fuck toy you are....AGAIN!" 

"I-I can't..." You sob, but you know you can, he knows you can, and you know this isn't going to stop until he's completely satisfied. 

"You can and you will...do you remember what I do to liars? Huh...Princess?" He warns you. You screamed and shudder your body shakes as you orgasm again. Somehow the thrusting of his hips only increases, his fingers on your clit become far more rough. You jerk and twist, writhing under his touch. The hand left on your tit gives another painful squeeze. You cum again, then once more in rapid succession, gasping for air. You whimper and whine but he's still not stopping. "AGAIN!" 

"I CAN'T I TOLD YOU I-" 

"ONE MORE TIME" He orders, "You know how much I need to fill you with my cum...and you need to work for it." You mewl softly, you really don't think you can again after that. It's all too much, you're too sensitive, tired, and he knows this as well. He knows that he can continue at this brutal pace pushing you to your limit because your body has worn itself out, at least for now. Yet, he's not giving you any time to rest. No, he wants what he wants and he's going to take it. He isn't concerned with the limitations of your body only what he can do and his desires. You will submit to them. 

The pain builds. Becomes agony. You twist, struggle, your feet trying to kick back at him. You connect a few times but it doesn't seem to faze him. He's in a zone and he wants his cock milked. You have no choice. Your hands clench into fists, your nails digging into your palms sharp enough to draw blood. It begins to drip down over your arms and wrists. You scream and beg, this is impossible, surely, how can you cum again? How can you complete this impossible task? This is insane?

Just as you are sure you'd more likely die than actually cum again, it hits you. Your final orgasm. The most intense. It takes all the breath from your lungs, your vision tunnels. Your body shakes and jerks, the oddest combination of pleasure and pain washing over you until your eyes roll back and you succumb to the dark respite of sleep...the very last sensation you experience is his burning hot cum filling you entirely. You couldn't be more satisfied with your Master.

[heart-of-ep]

Elvis: Through Her Lens (Chapter One)

(Elvis Presley × OC Reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis Presley

Read More Here: Elvis: Through Her Lens (coming soon)

Prompt: You are Minnie Jones, an aspiring photographer working for the LA Sentinel. Your chief editor is looking for a story that will help boost the popularity of the paper, so an opportunity comes knocking when Colonel Tom Parker approaches him with a new 'snowjob.' After a tentative first meeting with the Colonel, and his star Elvis Presley, you are hired on to follow Elvis around as his personal photographer in an attempt to catch lightening in a bottle twice with the earlier success of the Alfred Wertheimer photos. Along the way, you develop a close bond with Elvis, leading to complications in your relationship when the issues of his marriage and eventual drug usage start to put a strain on your relationship. Constantly fighting your ever-growing feelings for him, you are swept up into the whirlwind of Elvis' world, which forces you to see the King of Rock 'n' Roll through a new lens.

Tags: Slow burn. Angst. Drama. Friends to lovers (sort of).

Rating: PG-13 (ish) (may get spicy but won't be explicit as I don't enjoy writing smut lol but cursing, possible violence, prescription drug use, and infidelity will appear throughout the story.)

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: Hey everyone! My name is Mari (aka heart.of.ep on here and Instagram!) and I'm so excited to finally be diving into the world of Elvis fanfiction after being a hard-core fan for almost three years now. This is my first time writing in a long while, and it's only my second time writing a fanfiction, so I hope I'm able to entertain you with this story and I hope everyone has a fun time reading it!

I did create an OC for this story as I have an easier time writing with a specific character in mind, but I kept it in second person as to give readers the opportunity to self insert in a way. Wasn't a fan of this POV at first but its really grown on me so hopefully I've done it well haha.

This story will begin by following Elvis in 1970 (my favorite year 🤭) but will continue on throughout the early 1970s! There may be some historical inaccuracies along the way to accommodate the presence of Minnie Jones, but of course I'm always striving to keep things as accurate as I possibly can.

I don't think I will have a specific upload schedule or regular time for posting, but I'll try my best to be as frequent as I can with uploading chapters. Any comments, thoughts, reblogs, etc are very much appreciated and I genuinely hope everyone loves this story as much as I do. 🙏

If you'd like to be tagged in any chapters going forward, just comment and let me know!

Thank you once again and I hope everyone enjoys!

February, 1970

Los Angeles, CA

~*~*~*~*~*~

Elvis Presley.

The most photographed man in the world, and for good reason it seemed. Impossibly blue eyes that swirled like the depth of an ocean, statuesque like features that even a Greek god would most likely be jealous of, and a brilliant smile that sent millions of girls and women all around the world into a complete frenzy whenever he flashed it their way.

It made perfect sense then why his face was pretty much plastered on every magazine you ever came in contact with. Not to mention the various movie posters you would often see at the theater throughout the years. You could even recall being just about twelve years old when Love Me Tender first hit theaters. Even at such a young age, you could see why everyone sitting around you in that dark theater were either crying or screaming. His beauty seemed to transcend the realm of normal.

As hyperbolic as it may seem, no one in the world looked like Elvis Presley, that much was certain.

Unfortunately, while many photos exist, most are heavily curated, either on a movie set or in a studio with lighting and makeup. It didn't make him any less beautiful, but it did give the fans and the public a very specific view of the King, one controlled by Hollywood and his manager, Colonel Tom Parker.

In the early days, there were hundreds of photos of Elvis that appeared in newspapers from fans and those photographers who were lucky enough to capture a picture of lightning in a bottle. But those days were far gone, and nothing like it has surfaced since.

And that's exactly why you had been brought to your editor's office early one morning in February of 1970. You had been busy working on gathering photos for a local political campaign, which was a real bore, but someone had to do it and you didn't exactly have the seniority to say no. But when your manager called you about a new project, you were practically chomping at the bit to accept. Of course, you wanted to hear him out first.

“You've been doing great work, Minnie. These shots are truly some of the best this paper has seen in a while.” Your editor, Mr Pierce, said as he looked over the pictures you had submitted this morning.

“Thank you, sir. Though, I think there's only so much I can do to make a rally look interesting.” You said jokingly.

Your boss snorted. “You're right about that.” He sighed before sitting the folder down on his desk. “Which is exactly why I called you here. I think your talents are being wasted on shit like this.” He said bluntly. Your boss never did sugarcoat. “I was recently brought an opportunity from a rather…private sort of individual, and I think you would be the perfect fit.”

You raised an eyebrow, now rather curious. Usually your paper only covered public events or individuals. “Who exactly is it?”

Pierce seemed hesitant at first to tell you, but eventually he decided to just come right out and say it. “Elvis Presley.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "Elvis Presley?” You weren’t sure if you had cotton in your ears or if maybe you were imagining it, but Pierce noticed your surprise and quickly added some context to explain.

“Yes, Elvis Presley. I can’t say I had a very different reaction when his manager called me a couple days ago.” He said as he sat down in the chair behind his desk. “I’m sure you know that Mr Presley has been taking a step back into live performances this past year, which means every photographer worth a damn is chomping at the bit to capture the ‘best’ photo of him possible for their respective news outlet. So far they’ve been doing a damn good job. Meanwhile, we’ve got nothing.” He grumbled in frustration. “Needless to say, Presley is the hottest talk in town, and we’re failing to keep up.”

You furrowed your brow a bit. “I don’t understand…why did his manager contact us?” If there were already dozens of papers covering Elvis’s shows from all across the world, then why contact a somewhat small paper in Los Angeles?

Pierce seemed to light up at your question. “I had the same question, my dear.” He stood up again, unable to sit still. “Are you familiar with Alfred Wertheimer?”

The name was instantly recognizable. Any real photographer knew of Wertheimer’s work, especially if you knew anything about Elvis Presley. “Of course I know about him. His work with Presley is still amazing even now.” You said, trying your best to keep your adulation in check.

“Well, no photo of Elvis Presley has been taken like that since Wertheimer almost fifteen years ago.” He frowned a bit. “Seems as though his manager,” and apparent publicist, “wants to change that. With all this new buzz surrounding Presley, he wants to see if he can capture lightning in a bottle twice.”

It quickly began to dawn on you what this all meant exactly. “Shit.” You muttered under your breath.

Perhaps Alfred Wertheimer didn’t mean much to the uninitiated, but the photographs of Elvis were completely unprecedented. Just at the cusp of fame and without the glitz and glamor that would soon overtake him in Hollywood, Wertheimer was able to capture a view of Elvis that was both intimate, but also honest and revealing in a way that didn’t feel voyeuristic in the slightest. It was the picture and story of an Elvis Presley that still felt entirely obtainable and human. It was truly a special form of artistic expression that only a photographer with a great deal of talent could accomplish.

Which is precisely why you were sitting there staring at your boss like he had completely lost his mind. “S-sir...you’re not suggesting that I…?”

Pierce smiled at you and nodded. “I knew immediately that you’d be the perfect candidate, my dear. After all, it was your photos covering the Nixon inauguration that sparked Mr Parker’s curiosity to begin with.”

You practically felt your heart leap in your chest, leaving you utterly speechless for a long moment. This was definitely a step up from a local mayoral campaign.

The prospect of photographing someone as famous as Elvis Presley was exciting on its own, but from how your boss explained it, this wouldn’t be a simple snap and go for a quick column on page four of the paper. To compare it to Wertheimer’s work made you realize just how important this opportunity was. This side of Elvis hadn’t been captured in over a decade, and no doubt it would catapult your career towards opportunities you’ve only ever dreamed of covering.

“Well?” Pierce’s voice snaps you from your thoughts. “Of course, we would still have to meet with Mr Parker and Mr Presley.” He said as he sat back down in his chair.

You parted your lips, not sure what to say at first before you finally pushed your excitement down and immediately stood up. “Well? Of course I want to!” You said, practically grinning from ear to ear. “Jesus, Pierce, this is amazing!”

He smirked a bit. “I take it you’re an Elvis fan?”

You rolled your eyes. “Everyone likes Elvis, but that’s not what matters. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You had to stop yourself from jumping with joy.

He laughed a little before standing up again as he dialed a number on his phone. “Presley just finished up his current residency in Las Vegas. According to Parker he’ll be back here in Los Angeles before leaving for a string of concerts in Houston.” He held the phone up to his ear. “We can plan a meeting between you two beforehand. After all, this whole thing is dependent on Elvis Presley liking you enough to let you follow him around.”

You felt your smile dissipate a little at that realization. You hadn’t exactly considered that part in the few minutes you had to think about everything. You were charming enough, but this was Elvis Presley. Enough wouldn’t cut it. You swallowed a bit, but nodded, ignoring the sudden flurry of nerves that swarmed in your stomach.

This is your one shot, Minn. Don’t screw this up.

The next few hours felt like a whirlwind. You spent the majority of that time researching anything and everything about Elvis Presley. As it turns out, a lot had happened since his pictorial debut in Love Me Tender. You hadn’t exactly been keeping up with his career, and now all of it seemed a bit overwhelming. You weren’t sure what to expect from a man like him, especially since any other celebrity you had the opportunity to meet usually turned out to be a total asshole. You didn’t think he would be any different. After all, the humble southerner with perfect manners and an award winning smile just felt too good to be true.

You flipped through a magazine from the stack on your desk, biting your lip in concentration as you read over the raving reviews from Elvis’ previous engagement at the International Hotel in Vegas last summer. You vaguely remember one of your girlfriends at the time mentioning it in passing, but you hadn’t thought much of it. Now you wondered if you were completely insane for having overlooked the entire thing.

The photos of him were truly magnificent, picturing him in a slim fitting two piece jumpsuit that seemed inspired by the style of a karate gi. It alternated between black and white depending on the night of the show, and you couldn’t help but think about how well the black complemented his dark chiseled features. It was a much different look than his earlier appearances throughout the sixties. The greased back hair was now loose and untamed, a reflection of the evolving style in the entertainment world, and the button ups and blazers now seemed to be replaced by a bare chested look accompanied by a stylish scarf around the neck.

Quite frankly, it was hard not to get caught up in the image of him, but you quickly reminded yourself that even though he was Elvis Presley, world famous superstar, he was also just a subject for you to photograph at the end of the day.

A very beautiful subject, indeed.

You practically chewed off all of your fingernails by the time Pierce came out of his office in the early afternoon, approaching your desk with an optimistic look in his eyes. “Good news, Minn, it looks like you’ll be meeting Elvis Presley tonight.”

Your heart leaped in your chest as you stood up from your desk, prying your eyes away from the papers on your desk. “Really? He agreed to the meeting?”

“He sure did, though I doubt that manager gave him much of a choice.” He snorted. “A real carny, that one, but it’ll all be worth it if we can secure this job. Our paper will practically fly off the stands if you can snap those photos.” He grinned.

“Right, no pressure.” You mumbled, trying to ease your growing anxiety as you imagined all the ways this could possibly go wrong.

“Don’t worry, Minn. You’re charming and pretty. Knowing Presley’s reputation, that’ll surely be enough.” He smirked, nudging you a bit before turning on his heel toward his office.

You shot him a glare before letting out a deep breath as you quickly gathered up your portfolio, shoving the photographs inside the binder before standing up and pulling your coat on. You refused to let your nerves get the best of you, after all, this is your job. And as such, you weren’t going to let this opportunity slip through your fingers.

The ride over to Beverly Hills felt long and seemingly endless. You kept staring out the window, focusing your gaze on the large mansions that you drove past, frowning as you realized just how out of your league you really felt. After all, you hadn’t exactly been to this side of LA. The few times you had gotten the chance to photograph a celebrity, it had always been at some sort of public event like an awards show or some kind of charity fundraiser. This, however, felt like a strange new world that you were entering.

You briefly wondered why Elvis and his manager didn’t just come down to the office to conduct this whole ‘interview’ or set up a meeting somewhere on Sunset Blvd, but when you asked Pierce about it, he simply explained the logistics of having Elvis Presley go somewhere so public. You didn’t think much of it, assuming that since it’s Los Angeles nobody would care very much about a celebrity walking around, but then you recalled the different articles you had read and figured maybe Elvis didn’t quite fit into that category.

You chewed on your fingernails, watching as the mansions grew larger before you finally descended upon a set of cast iron gates blocking a long driveway that kept a house just out of view. Much to your surprise, there was a fairly large group of fans already stationed outside, giggling amongst themselves as they took photos with their polaroid cameras. You glanced at Pierce, giving him a skeptical look to which he simply shrugged. He pulled up to the gates, and without having to push a doorbell of any kind, the gates buzzed and suddenly opened up, the crowd of fans quickly dispersing out of the way.

It surprised you to see that they didn’t try following the car inside, but they stayed respectful and stuck to the exterior as the gates closed shut behind you and Pierce pulled forward, parking his car next to a small, but impressive, collection of Cadillacs. You figured if everything fell through with Elvis, maybe he’d be okay with you snapping a few photos of his cars as a consolation gift.

Once again, you pushed down the flurry of nerves that settled in your stomach, realizing it was stupid to feel so nervous over a simple meeting. After all, it’s not like you were the one who set the whole thing up, if they weren’t really interested, they wouldn’t have gone through all of this trouble. That thought helped qualm the uneasiness you felt as you stepped out of the car, looking up at the gorgeous home that overlooked the rolling hills below.

It really did feel like the perfect place for a superstar like Elvis to live.

“Come on, Miss Jones, we’re about to make history.” Pierce grinned as he took the lead, following the brick pathway up to the front door of the mansion.

You self consciously kept messing with your hair, tucking the loose strands behind your ear and pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose as you anxiously awaited for the door to open. When the door opened, you and Pierce were met by a rather short fellow with a goofy smile.

“Mr Pierce?” The man in front of you inquired.

Your boss nodded and smiled. “Yes, and this is my associate Miss Jones.” He said as he gestured toward you. “I believe Mr Parker is expecting us?”

The fellow nodded and smiled again as he quickly stepped aside to let the two of you in. “Right this way.” He closed the door behind him and then led you down the long hallway that acted as the entranceway before spilling out into a rather lavishly decorated and open floor plan. You briefly considered how many rooms the house had before realizing it was probably too many to count from this juncture.

“The Colonel is waiting in the office.” The man said, interrupting your thoughts as he led you and Pierce down another hall towards a beautiful sculpted oak door.

“What about Mr Presley?” You asked without thinking.

“Elvis will be down shortly.” He replied, once again with a lopsided grin before he knocked on the door to the office and pushed it open. “Colonel? Those two journalists from the Los Angeles Sentinel are here.”

“Send them in.” You heard a strange sounding voice say from inside the office.

The man stepped aside, letting Pierce and you step into the room. Your gaze immediately fell upon the robust man sitting at the desk, a large almost comical sized cigar sticking out of his mouth, and a stylish looking barét that clashed with the rest of his ensemble. His steely gaze landed on both you and Pierce the moment you stepped into the room, regarding the two of you with a frown before he removed his cigar and put it out in the ash tray.

Pierce glanced at you, giving a look that said more than enough, before looking at the somewhat unsettling man. “Uh, you must be Mr Parker–”

“Colonel.” The man huffed, his accent a strange mix of southern and something else you couldn't quite identify.

“Excuse me?” Pierce asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Colonel Tom Parker.” The man repeated himself before smiling, though it seemed off and not at all genuine.

Pierce cleared his throat. “Right. Colonel Parker. My name is Steven Pierce, I'm the editor of the LA Sentinel. We spoke over the phone a few times.” He said before gesturing to you. “This is my associate, Minnie Jones. She's one of my best photographers and the one responsible for the portfolio I sent you.” He explained.

The Colonel glanced your way, regarding you for a long moment. If you weren't self conscious already, you certainly were now, but you refused to let yourself show how nervous you were.

“Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you.” You said, stepping forward and extending your hand for him to shake.

The Colonel snorted, which struck you immediately as rude, but he shook your hand regardless. You did your best to hide your frown, making sure this man didn't pick up on your displeasure at his general demeanor. “I have to say, Miss Jones, I'm quite impressed with your photos here.” He said as he sat back in his seat, opening up a binder in front of him. “I can't say I was super eager at the idea of someone following my boy around, least of all someone working for a lousy tabloid. But it seems like any publicity is good publicity, my dear.”

You glanced at Pierce for a moment, quickly registering the anger that flashed across his face, before cutting in. “Yes, well…I think this could be very beneficial for Mr Presley. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words. And with all due respect, the LA Sentinel is a newspaper, not a tabloid. We just want to publish the truth, not lies.” You said calmly.

"Truth is subjective.” The Colonel shot back. “But it's true that my boy needs some good publicity. After all, a good thing can't last forever.” He said before standing up. “I'll make it simple for you, Miss Jones. All photos taken must be submitted and approved by me before printing. If I find out they're not, you won't have a story to tell anymore.” He said bluntly.

You swallowed a bit before nodding.

“Secondly, Elvis appreciates his privacy as you might imagine, so you will be working according to his schedule and his requests. Simply put, if he doesn't want you there, you won't be there.” He said as he picked up his cigar and stuck it back between his lips.

That's when Pierce cut in. “With all due respect, Colonel, my employee isn’t going to work at the whim of your client. This is still a job at the end of the day.” You shoot him a glare, not wanting him to ruin the opportunity for you, even if you knew he was right.

“Don't worry, Mr Peers,” The Colonel said, purposely mispronouncing his name, “Miss Jones will be accommodated, but if you two want the story you're looking for, you'll have to work with my boy’s fluctuating schedule.” He explained. “That won't be a problem, will it?”

Before Pierce could say anything, you stepped forward. “Of course not. I'm sure we can work with whatever his schedule may be.” You said firmly.

“Good.” The Colonel smiled, much to Pierce's chagrin. “We’ll write up a proper contract with all the logistics before you leave, but I think now is a great time for you to meet Elvis.”

Suddenly all your nerves instantly returned, but before you had much time to even think about what was happening, the Colonel was walking out the door and down the hall. Both you and Pierce quickly followed, keeping with his surprisngly fast pace as he limped with his cane towards the living room area you had passed by earlier.

“Minn, are you sure about this?” Pierce hissed by your ear as he leaned over to you. “This isn't exactly what I thought you were signing up for.”

You looked up at him, biting your lip for a second before nodding, standing firm with your decision. “C’mon, Pierce. We both know this is too good to pass up.” You whispered before the three of you entered the room.

The man who had let you into the house earlier was there with a couple of other guys you hadn't seen. You saw that Elvis wasn't there, frowning a bit as you folded your arms and looked at the Colonel. “Where's Mr Presley?” You asked, feeling a little impatient and maybe a little excited.

“Right here, honey.”

You froze, goosebumps rolling over your skin for some inexplicable reason, as if some kind of force you didn't recognize had suddenly entered the room. You slowly turned around, coming face to face with the most famous man in the world.

Shit.

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I have this thought in my head that Will Not Leave but I don't think I'll ever get around to writing it so whoever wants to take up the mantle please do (just tag me please cuz ough 😩 I wanna read it so bad)

Okay so there's that trend that went around (is still going around?) about people asking their partners to do like things found in books (door lean + chin tilt, etc). You suggest the idea to Sylus and he quirks an eyebrow but agrees so long as you don't record it through your social media. Easy agree there, cuz you wanna be put in these situations by Sylus god damn

So you set up a tripod facing a wall where Sylus is waiting and hit record. You're giddy, practically bouncing over to the wall. You lean up against it and look up at him expectantly

Sylus, smirking in that cocky, lascivious way he does, puts his hand on the wall beside your head, caging you in as he ducks his head down. With his other hand, he grabs your chin and tilts your head up to meet his eyes. And oh god you are HOT - your cheeks, ears, body, completely warm because the way he so easily traps you in, exudes his presence over you is unbelievably sexy

He takes it a step further. Leaning down, his nose brushes alongside your own. His breaths are even, calm, while yours hitches in your throat in anticipation. He can feel the nervous energy coming off your body in waves. Practically hear how rapid your heartbeat is

Just a little further and he meets your lips. A small kiss at first, barely lasting a couple seconds. And then another, and another, each lasting longer than the one before, until he's kissing you deeply, coaxing your mouth open to welcome his tongue inside

His hand moves from your chin to your waist, pushing under the hem of your shirt. The one by your head shifts so he's leaning against his forearm instead, keeping himself even closer as he boxes you up against the wall. Kisses growing more and more insistent. Stepping closer until his body is right up to yours, chests pressed together and hips grinding against each other for friction

The recording is completely forgotten (to you, at least) as he quickly does away with your clothes and lifts you up. Your arms wrapped securely around his neck, legs around his hips, and his mouth leaving endless marks along your neck and chest

He nimbly undoes his belt and his jeans, desperate to feel you as he lowers his pants enough to free his erection and rub it against you. He teases out pleading cries for him from your lips, begging him to please please fuck you. Pushing his cock into you slowly with a low groan and breathy praise

Fucking you against the wall, deliberately telling you to say his name or beg or be noisy in any number of ways - all captured on your phone, mere feet away. He says your name in the way that drives you wild. Calls you sweet names in deep purrs with moans and choked whimpers. The persistent wet slap as he fucks up into you

Both of you cumming hard together. Your fingers pulling desperately at his hair on a high whine as you try so hard to kiss him with your pretty contorted face. Sylus's hips pressing you further into the wall as he spills his cum as deep inside you as possible. Both of you holding on to each other as you catch your breaths

The familiar tingle of his energy manipulation making your fine hairs stand on end as tendrils of red and black carry your phone through the air and into his awaiting hand. The little beep of the recording stopping. The haze that slinks away as realization finally strikes you

Hiding your face in his neck or trying to reach for the phone so you can delete it, only for him to keep it away and even send it to himself with a few taps on the screen. His low, rumbling chuckle as he pockets your phone and kisses languidly at your neck

"So? How did I do, sweetie? Shall we review the footage together?"

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[Fluffbruary Fic] Learning From Old Mistakes

Fandom: The Sandman Pairing: Dreamling Rated: T Word Count: 1284 Tags: Fluffbruary, Fluffbruary 2025, pre-relationship, future fic, a few years post-reunion, we're ignoring comics canon, mild violence

Notes: This could have been fluffier, but. C'est la vie. Possibly could be the same continuity as Mementos, a few years earlier. Maybe I'll come up with a series name and link them later.

Fluffbruary 2025 Prompts: Day 1: dark | defend | wander Day 2 : ocean | jest | patience Day 3 : uncertainty | myth | pause

Summary: Hob and Dream are accosted by a thief on their way home one evening

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"Hey—!"

Hob pivots abruptly on the pavement, lunges behind Dream, and there is an answering yelp.

Whirling in turn, Dream finds that Hob has caught a would-be thief—an armed one, no less.

"Fuck off!" the thief snarls, swinging at Hob with a small knife and yanking at his captive arm.

"Don't think so," Hob grunts, letting go to catch the fist with the knife in both hands. He twists the weapon up and out, pushing the man back—away from Dream.

David Brown, nineteen years old, Dream ascertains of their assailant. His life has not been kind.

"Leggo! Lemme go!" David is yelling, but Hob is unswayed.

"No, you think you're going to threaten my friend? Oh, you are very much mistaken, kid." Hob's grin is fierce, frightening. They are fifteen minutes or so from Hob's home, still, a relatively quiet part of the city more industrial than not; there is no one around despite the early-evening hour and Hob has backed David into the alley they were passing, pressed him against the wall. "You picked the wrong target."

David is panicking, Dream can see; he had thought them an easy mark—easy to intimidate, easy to rob, and he does not know what to do now that his minimal plan has gone utterly awry. He lashes out, unrestrained fist swinging for Hob's head.

Hob avoids the hit, twists, punches David in the stomach and David goes down, knife falling from his grasp as he tumbles backwards with a cry. Hob is advancing, ready to hit again, but Dream steps in. A breath of his sand and David is out, dropping into a deep slumber sheperded by dreams of peace and plenty.

"That's one way to end it, I suppose," Hob says, tone almost disappointed, his stance relaxing somewhat. He glances back at Dream. "You're alright?"

"What harm do you imagine he might have done me?" Dream lets his amusement color his voice.

"He meant to rob us, Dream."

"I have no pockets to pick, Hob Gadling."

"Yeah, well. Had a knife, didn't he."

"A sizeable blade, certainly, which surely would have wrought terrible injury to one such as I."

Hob rolls his eyes. "Alright, alright, I get it—I need not come to your defense, you're unfathomably beyond human understanding. Just." He glances down at David sleeping on the ground, tugs at his earlobe. "Maybe I think you're worth protecting, is all. Maybe you deserve someone looking out for you just in case your phenomenal cosmic powers get thwarted."

Dream has not forgotten the first time Hob leapt to his defense, with a ready teacup and fists primed to follow; he had been amused then as well, but this time—

Maybe I think you're worth protecting.

Such words are unexpected, and sit warm in Dream's chest.

He will examine this feeling later.

"Damned hoodlums always looking for an easy mark," Hob is muttering, still looking down at David, kicking lightly at one foot.

"He is homeless, and hungry," Dream offers, "and short on choices."

Hob's face goes through several different expressions in the span of a heartbeat, falling into something like resignation. "Ah, hell." He steps back, sighs deeply. "There's better options than this, kid, c'mon." He takes out his wallet, pulls out a card with the New Inn's logo emblazoned across it. "Dream, can you let him wake?"

"Of course." It is barely a thought to draw David's consciousness back up from his realm.

David blinks awake, startles to find Hob crouched beside him.

"Peace, kid," Hob says, before David can speak. "Not interested in hurting you or pressing charges or anything. Here." He offers the card. "Go to this address. Show the barkeep this card. They'll get you a good meal, no charge. If you need a place to stay, they can put you up. If you're interested in finding work, they can help you out. If you need to get clean they can connect you with the right resources."

"…what?" David is blinking, flummoxed, wary.

"Go to the New Inn," Hob says patiently, indicating the card again. "Show this to the barkeep. They can get you a meal and a room for the night. Can help with finding work and getting clean, if needed. My cousin owns the place and the staff are very hands-on with community involvement and stepping up when people need help. I'll put you in a cab, if you like, or you can walk there in about an hour." He waggles the card.

"…Was set to rob you," David says, then, reaching for the card uncertainly, pausing, pulling his hand back halfway. "Why…why would you—?"

"I've been there," Hob says, matter-of-fact. "I remember starving in the streets. I've hurt people for my own survival. A kind hand made a difference to me more than once. Maybe the Inn can be a kind hand for you. At the very least you can get a good meal."

Tentatively, David takes the card.

Hob calls a cab, pays the driver and sends David on his way to the New Inn, which Hob had sold to his 'cousin' two years ago, effectively leaving it in the hands of the loyal long-term staff he'd gathered over the decades he'd called it home. David is wary and tired, jaded, ready for disappointment, but there is a glimmer of hope within the boy all the same.

"Shall we?" Hob asks, offering his arm once David's cab has driven off; a gallant gesture, accompanied by a broad and charming smile, and that warmth in Dream's chest stirs. I think you're worth protecting. He recalls the way Hob had smiled at him after dispatching Constantine's minions, notes how the smile he wears now is softer around the edges but much the same.

"Of course," Dream says, curling his hand into the crook of Hob's elbow, and the warmth in his chest unfurls a little more.

~

Hob can't help the way his smile grows as Dream actually accepts his offered arm. He'll say nothing of it, of course; it wouldn't do to spook him. 1889 was enough to drive that lesson home and he has tempered his approach since then.

He can be a patient man, after all. He has had a lot of practice. He'd waited for Dream after 1989 and been richly rewarded for that faith thirty-odd years later. He's allowed to call Dream 'friend' with all sincerity, now, and with meetings far more frequent than once a century, the last decade or so has been absolutely enlightening. He's learned Dream's name, finally, six hundred years or so into their acquaintance. He's been trusted with the truth of Dream's absence from their last centennial meeting. He's been trusted with some measure of explanation as to Dream's function in the universe, and he even understands some of it. He knows that Dream likes his tea with four spoonfuls of sugar, a splash of milk, and a story when possible. He knows Dream better than he'd ever dared to hope he might by now, lending depth and weight to his easy claim of friendship and honestly? Hob thinks he might be starting to feel a little more than friendship, perhaps, but he's definitely not going to examine that possibility any time soon. What he's got right now is more than enough, is cherished and hard-won, and he has the patience to let it grow as it will for as long as it must.

He places his hand over Dream's tucked into his elbow, delighted to have his old-fashioned offering accepted, to be allowed the touch, to be gifted with Dream's small smile in return; together they stroll on through the evening toward his home.

= Started: 1/31/25 Drafted: 2/2/25 Posted: 2/3/25