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A Gift For A Hound (Sandor Clegane x Reader)

Summary: Joffrey gives his faithful Hound a gift---you.

Words: 5,277 Warnings: PIV, Oral sex, Master/Slave,

The Hound walks down the long stone corridor that leads to his room. In his right hand he carries a wineskin filled with the first thing he could get his fucking hands on. Being the personal bodyguard to a cunt like Joffrey is no easy task. The little shit is ruthlessly cruel. Which is saying something coming from him. Sandor Clegane isn’t known for being kind hearted but he’s no Joffrey. The boy is sick in the head. He does his best to push it from his mind. The day is done, meaning he can forget the shit from the day and drown himself in wine alone until the numbness of sleep takes him. This is Sandor’s nightly ritual. One that he honestly looks forward to. But when he opens the door, he isn’t greeted by the usual solitude. Instead, there’s a naked woman kneeling on the floor beside his bed.

It takes him a moment to get over the initial shock, but when he does, his voice booms throughout his chamber. “What the fuck is this? What are you doing here?” You lift your head to look at him, keeping your hands palms up on the tops of your knees. You’re as naked as your nameday, all except your neck. Tied around it is a yellow ribbon with three black dogs down the front—the colors and sigil of his house. “Hello, My Lord Hound.” “I’m no lord. So you can keep those meaningless titles to yourself.” You nod but stay silent. Sandor growls, nearly barking at you. “Well? Are you going to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in here?” You don’t even flinch at his raised voice, just answer him softly with a voice as warm as honey. “I belong to you. I am yours to do with as you please.” His brows pull together, not understanding the words that just left your mouth. “What?” You smile and patiently repeat yourself. “I belong to you now, for as long as you want me.” Your words have his eyes roam over your body for the first time. Every curve, the smoothness of your skin, and the way the chill in the room already has your nipples hard makes his cock twitch. “I’m a gift from King Joffrey.” That catches his attention. Joffrey barely spared him a glance. Now he was giving him gifts? “You’re…my gift.” You smile warmly. “Yes. Master.” That was new. No one had ever called him that before. He isn’t sure how to feel about it, but it’s far better than being called ‘my lord’. He steps over the threshold and lets the door shut behind him before moving closer. At his approach, you once again bow your head. There’s a gentle air about you. It’s something that isn’t a typical trait to the women found on the Streets of Silk. Not that Sandor was a frequent visitor. Most women couldn’t stomach looking at his scarred face. Even when he paid them, they struggled. What was the point of wasting coin on that?

You, on the other hand, are almost intoxicatingly feminine. It makes him want to press his nose to your cunt and breathe in your scent. He looks down at you, feeling more curious and less irritated than when he first walked in. “You said you belong to me?” You nod. “So, you’ll do anything I ask you to?” You keep your eyes downcast but respond without hesitation. “Yes, Master Hound. It will bring me great pleasure to fulfill your every request.”

A tension builds through his frame. Not out of anger, but anticipation. Anticipation to feel release that he often doesn’t get unless he takes his cock in his hand. “Look at me,” he commands. You do so eagerly, looking at him without a speck of fear. He searches your eyes for the lie, determined to find it. He is the Hound afterall. Usually he could smell a liar from yards away, but with you, he only sees devotion. As if you truly wish to serve him. Most were intimidated or afraid of him, but this is something different. It’s submission. It awakens his more animalistic needs. The part that wants nothing more than to fuck and claim and breed. His unscarred eye twitches as his hand moves to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, fuck, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his gloved tumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his. He starts to pull his armor and clothes from his body. You sit up on your knees, helping where you can. You manage to pull the gauntlets from his hands and unbuckle his sword belt. But the rest he does. His fingers move too fast and he knows the armor like the back of his hand. You find other ways to make yourself useful, taking items from him and gently placing them down while he throws the rest on the floor. When he’s left in nothing but his pants and boots, your hand lightly runs over the bulge in the front of his pants. Involuntarily, he bucks into your touch, wanting more. However, you make no move to continue past teasing touches. He grunts impatiently, catching your attention. Your eyes meet, your head tilting to the side as you whisper the words…. “Command me, Master.” Command? Why the fuck would he need to do that? Any other whore he’d ever slept with always took matters into their own hands and rushed to get things over with. “Tell me how to please you. I just want to please my Master.” Your pleading tone shoots right to his already hardening cock. The corners of his mouth twitch into a grin while his hand moves to the back of your skull. He pulls you in, guiding you closer to his groin.

“Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, leaving kisses along his clothed cock. Only the linen of his pants separates you, but still he can feel the warmth of your mouth. Sandor lets out a rough growl while undoing the knot at the front of his pants. “Don’t stop.” You coo as sweetly as a dove and your kisses become more passionate as moans escape your parted lips. You hold eye contact with him without fear, without disgust, without judgment. He can’t recall a time when even his fellow King’s Guard was able to look at him, let alone a woman. Everything about this is different. You are different.

You look at him with desire. It only makes him more eager to sink his cock into you. However, once the cloth falls away to reveal his fully naked form, you sit back on your heels with your feet folded beneath you. You sit with your spine perfectly straight and your hands resting on your knees. You look more like a high born lady than a common whore. So submissive and pretty. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” His hand comes down to wrap around the length of his aching cock. Your eyes dart to the movement of his hand. You seem transfixed but still manage to respond, “My sole purpose is to give my Master pleasure. I’m your property to do with as you please.”

“My property?” he breathes and starts to slowly stroke himself. He does this more to tease you than himself. It clearly works because you only seem able to nod. A sly grin comes across his features. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “A beautiful…little thing…that belongs to me.” Sandor pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I belong to you and only you.”

“Then be a good girl and come suck your Master’s cock.” You rise onto your knees so fast that you almost take him by surprise. Within moments, you’re pushing his hand away and wrapping your own around the base while your tongue traces over the veins in his shaft. “Your cock is so thick,” you moan out. Sandor isn’t sure if you meant to say that out loud but it hardly matters once you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. Your hand and mouth work in tandem—tugging firmly while lovingly sucking. That is…until you drop your hand away and swallow his cock whole. “Fucking Hells,” he swears and involuntarily bucks his hips forward. You hum, tightening your lips around his thickness as you pick up the pace and bob your head up and down. He watches you intently. Dark brown irises burn with lust as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “Filthy thing is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he pants, dick stiffening and pulsing in your mouth.

You nod with a happy little hum, and Sandor can’t fight the smile that tugs at the corners of his scarred lips. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants more. His hand shoots out to grip the back of your head as thick fingers tangle in the locks of your hair. He moves you up and down at just the right pace. You obey his physical command, allowing him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. Sandor is by no means a small man and his cock is no different, but you handle it with skill. The sloppy, wet sounds of you sucking with such enthusiasm makes him feel drunk. The pleasure courses through him, all the way down to his toes. It’s almost too much. And your big, beautiful eyes don’t make it any easier. They’re full of affection while unshed tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from how wide your mouth is stretched open. He slams his cock into your throat, hitting as deeply as you can possibly take him. Your hands and nails dig into his thighs to hold yourself steady. “That’s it,” he grunts, “take it.” You moan and gag with your brows knit together. He would have thought you were in pain if it wasn’t for the blissed expression on your face.

Sandor takes all of you in, wanting to commit the image of you gagging on his cock to memory. So that when you were gone, he’d at least still have that. But that’s when he catches sight of you pressing your thighs together. The blood in his veins sings. You’re getting off on this.

On pleasing him. On having his cock in your mouth. On obeying. Suddenly, having you down on the ground isn’t enough. He forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock out of your mouth. You whine at the loss and lean forward to try and get him back in your mouth, but not even your alluring mouth will keep a man like The Hound from getting what he wants. Bending at the waist, he shoves his hands under your armpits and lifts you up from the ground before throwing you onto his bed. You yelp when your back hits the mattress. Sandor simply grins at your shock from being so easily manhandled. “Is that cunt as pretty as your face, girl?” Blood rushes to your cheeks, coloring them, but still you open your legs, baring yourself. You’re a soaking, dripping mess. He’s certain he’s never seen a cunt as wet as yours is right now. It makes his throat feel dry…and in desperate need of a drink. Not willing to wait any longer, Sandor sinks to his knees and dives his face between your thighs. His tongue drags along your folds before it grazes your clit. Even at the slightest touch, you sigh and arch into his mouth. “More. Please, give me more.” Your pleas are sweet. So sweet that he’s no longer interested in teasing. He repeats the movement of his tongue but this time uses the flat of it to press firmer against your sensitive bud. You cry out, thighs closing tightly around his head. Sandor grunts, his arms sliding under your legs. He curls them around your thighs and uses his hands to keep your legs apart. With your movements restricted, he smashes his mouth against your clit. His lips wrap around it and suck. You buck and manage to throw a leg over his shoulder. Your foot presses against his broad back, using it as leverage to grind your hips towards his mouth. He smirks, proud that he’s the one eliciting such a response from you. While it’s true he rarely spends his coin on whores, this skill was something he learned long before his days at King’s Landing. In his youth, there had been a servant girl who worked in the kitchens. They had grown up together and thus she hadn’t ever feared his burned face. Exploring one another's bodies had felt natural. That’s how Sandor became acquainted with the taste of women. Once upon a time, they might have been married…if Gregor hadn’t found out and killed her in a jealous rage. Sandor forces the past from his mind. There’s no use in it when he has your cunt filling his senses. He savors the taste on his tongue, using it to flick your clit while sucking on it. You continue to buck and cry out, the pleasure clearly building for you. But he doesn’t want you reaching your peak just yet. He moves away, only slightly. His saliva mixes with your slick. They drip together making you all the more wet. It’s a delicious sight.

“Messy thing,” he praises, and he can feel the way your toes curl against his back. “You know,” he continues, “I usually spend my nights drinking but you’ve interrupted that.” Purposely, he pauses, letting you think he’s actually upset. You whimper, ready to apologize but Sandor speaks over you, his voice huskier than before. “Are you going to make it up to me, girl? And give me something else to drink?” You stumble over your words but still manage to speak, “Y-Yes Master, anything.”

Sandor hums from the back of his throat and swipes your clit with his tongue before answering. “Then be a good little slut and cum on my tongue.” Not bothering to wait for a reply, he runs his tongue to your slit, gathering more juices along the way. He probes your entrance before letting it fill you. You gasp in time with his moan. No longer can he taste the wine he was previously drinking. His taste buds are filled with nothing but your cunt. He vigorously pumps his tongue in and out of you. Your hands find his head, fingers tangle in hair in an attempt to tug him in deeper. “Fuckkkk, you’re so good with your tongue, Master!” Usually Sandor hates being touched without permission, but you’re so desperate it feels like he’d be committing a sin if he stopped you.

Besides, you’re dripping down his chin and giving him exactly what he wanted—a drink. But like a man starved, he wants more. He presses his thumb to your clit to stroke it. You throw your head back and sing. It’s the purest music he’s ever heard.

The louder you moan, the harder his cock throbs.

For the next few moments, the only sounds are your cries of pleasure and his grunts against your core.

It isn’t long before you start trembling, to the point that even your inner thighs shake.

“I…I’m going to–”

You don’t need to finish your sentence for Sandor to know that you’re about to cum. He doesn’t let up the movements of his tongue or the pressure to your clit but still you try to force words out of your mouth. “P-Please. Please can I–?” Realization flashes through him. You were asking for permission to cum. Why you think you needed to ask, Sandor doesn’t know, but Gods if it isn’t the most erotic fucking thing. He moves away just enough to speak. “Go on, girl. Give me what I want and cum.” His tongue plunges back into your depths and you spasm around it. When your orgasm hits, your entire body goes rigid and breathy, unrestrained moans bleed from your throat. His cock twitches wildly in response, precum surely dripping onto the stone floor he’s kneeling on. You’ve coated his tongue with your juices, making Sandor wonder if you’ll do the same to his cock. He works you through your aftershocks while drinking from you, licking up every drop he can. It's only when you fall limply back onto the mattress that he stops and removes his tongue and fingers from you. He sits back to look you over. You’re even more beautiful with a flushed face and glossed over eyes.

“Thank you for letting me cum, Master,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Rising onto the bed, he grabs you by the back of the neck and hauls you towards him. His mouth crashes onto yours, forcing his tongue past your parted lips.

You return the kiss in a flurry of passion while your hands roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your kiss, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue.

Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock.

He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “Make me belong to you.” “I thought you already did,” he teases gruffly with his hot breath in your face. “You’re my property, remember?” Color blooms across your cheeks, but whether it’s in satisfaction or embarrassment, Sandor isn’t sure. “I am. I belong to you, Lord Hound. I’m your—” He barks over you, cutting you off. “What did I say about that ‘my lord’ shit?” You instantly close your mouth, lips pressing into a thin line at your mistake. Fucking hells. He wanted to fuck you, not scold you. Sandor lets out a breath and forces himself to soften his tone. “I don’t need fancy titles, my name is good enough.” Your expression falls, the color draining from your cheeks. “King Joffrey only referred to you as ‘The Hound’. Is…Is that not your name?” You look upset, bordering on mortified but Sandor can’t stop the gruff laugh that bubbles from his chest.

“I should have known that slimy little bastard would pull something like that.” You look thoroughly confused. His dark eyes look you over, your once pliable body now stiff as stone. However, it’s the ribbon of his house sigil that catches his attention. It doesn’t have the same appeal now that he knows you don’t know what it means. “And I’m guessing he didn’t tell you the meaning behind this?” he questions bitterly and starts untying it from around your neck. You shake your head ‘no’. “Just that it would please you to see me wear it.” He pulls the ribbon free, but before he can toss it away, you grip his large hand with both of yours. “Tell me? Please, Master, I want to know.” You ask so sincerely that it halts his movements. Your eyes meet, and all his willpower leaves him. “It’s the sigil for my house.” “House?” you prompt in hopes he’ll continue.

“Clegane.” You smile bright, repeating after him so you could lock the information away forever. Sandor, on the other hand, is too distracted by the new rush of blood that pumps down to his groin. When he doesn’t say anything else, you squeeze his hand gently. “And my Master’s given name?” “Sandor.” “Sandor.” You take your time saying it, as if tasting his name on your tongue. “Sandor Clegane,” you whisper with a smirk, noticing how he starts leaning in closer. He doesn’t stop, forcing you to shift your position and slowly lay back onto the bed. “Master Sandor.” You moan and he growls. Your legs part to accommodate him and he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. “You don’t need to call me Master.” Your smirk widens. “But you like it when I do.” He huffs because you’re right. “Fucking vixen,” he snarls and kisses you hard. Your arms wrap around his broad shoulders and your legs hike up to his hips, allowing his cock to press against your core. You’re still so warm and wet that it’s almost painful to not plunge himself inside. And maybe he would have if you hadn’t been so smug just now. “Beg,” he commands, while the hand not holding him up grips your neck. “And tell your Master what you want.” His fingers wrap effortlessly around your throat. He doesn’t do this to hurt you, just to apply enough pressure so you know who’s in charge. To his surprise, you moan and tilt your head back to give him better access. “That’s better,” he coos and rewards you by running his tongue from your jawline to the shell of your ear. “Brat just needed to be put back in her place, didn’t she?” His hot breath in your ear gives you goosebumps. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.” “Then prove it.” He gives your throat another squeeze before releasing it. “I’ll behave, I swear.” Your hands run from his forearms, over his muscular shoulders and down his chest until the swell of your breasts are pressed against him. “I just want my Master to claim me. Want to feel him inside.” You pause and rock your hips forward to grind your cunt against his length. “Please, Sandor? Please fuck me.” It’s his name that does him in. He isn’t used hearing it, let alone someone saying it while asking him to fuck them. He straightens his back and guides your legs to fully wrap around his waist. You continue pleading but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. He breathes out, watching his cock glisten from your juices when he pulls out a bit. Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full but also whole.

“Is this what you wanted, girl? To be speared on my cock and used?” “Yes!” you cry, trying to arch back to get his cock deeper. “Please use me. Ruin me for anyone else.”

At that, he slams into you, not being able to wait any longer. You yelp at the pressure, screaming and twisting your fists into the bedsheets. There’s no way he could keep his pace slow, not when you feel this good melting around his cock.

You had said you wanted to be ruined. Sandor Celegane might not be a lord, or a knight, or a gentleman, but he could most certainly ruin you with his cock.

He repositions your legs, throwing them over his shoulders so that your feet are by his ears. He’s able to fuck you even deeper now, his balls smacking against you with every brutal thrust.

His rhythm is rough and steady. And with how tightly he holds your legs in place, you can do nothing but lay there moaning and clenching around him.

“You’ll never forget this. When the next flimsy little knight comes along to fuck you, it’ll be my cock you think about.”

Your eyes screw shut, the pleasure building in your lower belly. It feels like he’s everywhere, filling your cunt and taking over your mind and body. How you manage to nod in response is beyond you. But a nod isn’t good enough.

“Say. It,” he snarls, punctuating his words with even deeper thrusts. You curl your toes with a whine. “It’ll be your cock, Master! Only your cock.” “Mhmm, good girl.” He looks down at where your bodies are joined and sees his cock, hard, ribbed with veins and coated in your juices as it thrusts in and out of your wet hole. It’s a glorious sight and it has his orgasm threatening to hit, but there’s something he has to do first. And that’s making you cum. He reaches between your bodies and easily finds your clit. He rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breathing, rubbing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now. ”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way.

He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm all over him. It’s too much and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. Like a cat having their head scratched, an almost purring like sound leaves you at the feeling of him filling you with his seed. It has Sandor feeling dazed as to why that would please you, but his focus is on steadying his breathing as he comes down from cumming for the first time in fuck knows how long. Your breathing is also labored, while your eyes struggle to stay open. It’s clear you’re fighting off sleep. He carefully slips out of you, even more careful not to jostle you as he sits on the edge of the bed. He finds his wineskin from earlier by the foot of the bed. Greedily, he drinks from it until his throat no longer feels dry. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of your naked form. If he was this thirsty, then your throat must be raw after all that screaming. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. You whine, eyes fluttering open, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. “Here, this will help soothe your throat.” He hands you the wineskin, which you graciously take. Sandor watches you take long, slow sips. A drop slips past your mouth and drips down your chin to land on your breast. He grins. He likes a woman who doesn't mind getting dirty. You’re just as beautiful now as you were when he first walked in to you demurely sitting on the floor. “Will you tell me your name?”

You lower the wineskin from your lips and say it with a smile. This time it’s he who repeats you, liking the way it rolls off his tongue. You nod, smiling at him before taking another drink. He stands and starts making his way to the basin of water set on a small table in the corner of the room. “Drink as much as you like. I can get more,” he says from over his shoulder as he starts washing away the sweat on his chest and the slick that you’ve managed to coat even his balls in. Afterwards, he puts on a pair of lightweight sleep pants. When he turns back to you, he expects to find you still drinking or dressing, but instead he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your nightclothes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Sandor grunts under his breath, he should have known this wouldn’t last. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The bite in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His brows pull together in confusion, “Joffrey didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. That angers him. Joffrey was a callous shit but to leave you with nothing was just cruel. “No personal belongings? How the fuck did he expect you to get home after this?” You flinch, once again looking away. “The King said….” you trail off. “Nevermind, Master.” Your discomfort radiates off of you. Quietly, he fishes out a clean shirt out of a trunk at the end of the bed and makes his way over to you. “Arms up, Little One.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey and he slips the shirt over your head and helps you dress. “This damn thing is going to look more like a dress on you, but it’ll do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Sandor is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. You do and he continues. “Do you know why they call me ‘The Hound’?” You stare at him in fascination and shake your head. “Because I can smell a lie as easily as I can breathe. So out with it. What’s upsetting you?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip before responding. “King Joffrey told me I didn’t need to pack anything because he bought me from the keeper of the pleasure house. He…” You falter, trying to find the bravery to continue. “He said that if you didn’t wish to keep me once we were through, that he’d pass me around to his other guards until they used me up. Or that maybe he’d kill me himself.” Rage boils in his blood. Not only because Joffrey put you through hell, but because he suddenly can’t bear the thought of another having you. “No one is going to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” Sandor nearly chokes because he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew is that he didn’t want Joffrey or any other to get their hands on you. “Is…Is that what you want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Well don’t go making it sound like it’ll be all sunshine and lemoncakes. I’m not by any means a joy to live with and—” But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck. “Thank you, Sandor,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable. No one had ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it. The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone. He likes the way it feels having you close. It makes him feel things. Things he doesn’t have a name for. You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked against his chest.

There was no way of knowing what the future held, but Sandor Celange did know one thing….. This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

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Chapter Four - Discordant

Summary: Morpheus seems to take a turn for the better, but a person cannot change overnight. How does it feel to finally give him a taste of his own medicine? How does it feel to go back to square one, once again?

Notes: ~6.1k words, Please don't stare at the eclipse with your blind eyes, I just didn't know how to write protective solar glasses into this AU ok

Warnings/Tags: Morpheus is trying, it's not working, two deaths of side characters, miscommunication/misinterpretation (?), reader gets their feelings hurt again cause I can't stop writing angst

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Discordant (adj.) - not in agreement or harmony, to be at variance

How do you face Morpheus again after that? The simple answer is you don’t, well you try not to. However, when you go to breakfast the next morning, it’s a surprise to you that Morpheus is there waiting for you. Breakfast is less formal than dinner, yet here you were, sharing a meal with him right by your side.

Tension is thick in the air, the only sounds are that of cutlery on plates. You chew your fruit slowly while consciously trying not to look at Morpheus. This was horrible; you need wine, or something to dull your mental ability so you didn’t have to be fully here.

Your throat was still raw from the day before, and the food only seems to make it worse, scraping itself down your throat as you swallow.

“I’m finished,” You rasp and go to stand from your spot.

“Wait,” He stands abruptly, the glass on the table rattling with the sudden movement. You’re determined to leave but his fingers grab onto your wrist.

“What?” You frown at him, the warmth of his fingers spreading across your arm.

“There is a gala coming up. The Summer Eclipse Gala, please will you attend with me?”

“Do I have a choice?” You ask, not meeting his eyes. Instead you stare at how he gently holds onto you. His thumb smooths across the tender part of your wrist when he answers.

“Not really,” He says in a low voice. There was some regret laced in his answer, but you didn’t want to pay attention to that.

“Then that is my answer.” You sigh as you turn away. Morpheus’ hand is still around your wrist and even with a slight tug, he doesn’t release you. “Let go.”

“Should we… talk about yesterday?” He says hesitantly.

“What is there to say?” You reply back, your voice losing itself again at the very end. When your husband doesn’t answer, you pull your arm away more forcefully. This time, he lets you go.

“Precisely.” You leave, your heart pounding as you so easily defy him.

The rest of the week was spent doing exactly what he had been doing to you for the past couple of months. Which is to say, avoiding him at all points possible. You try to hide in the library, but that proves futile as he easily seeks you out there. The studio and many bookshelves do little to hide you, ironically.

The only place he doesn’t dare find you is your garden. Even he could understand the importance of that sanctuary to you. And though the flowers certainly seem to enjoy the summer sun, you couldn’t say the same. The heat had started to become unbearable and it had been days since your last visit there.

When he asks for you to dine with him, you decline and lock yourself in your room. Your stomach rumbles until Matthew sneaks you a leftover biscuit, but it was better than confronting him. At a certain point, embarrassment of letting your true feelings show turn to resentment once more.

Why did he suddenly feel entitled to your time?

“The King brought you this, Your Majesty,” Agnes says one morning as she enters your room. One of the maids holds a large box, decorated with a beautiful red bow.

You take a hold of it, albeit a bit hesitant, and unravel the gift. When you lift the lid, you’re greeted with something you have never seen before. The dress was a beautiful golden yellow, with gems that represented the sun inlaid amongst the sweetheart bodice. Lacey loops come off the bodice in a delicate design that would wrap around your upper arms. The bottom skirting was decorated with glittering swirls and the fabric soft to the touch.

“Oh! It looks lovely,” Agnes compliments with a soft gasp. She’s looking over your shoulder as you continue to stare at the dress.

“Hmm, I can’t deny it either. It looks beautiful,” You sigh as you run your fingers through the soft fabric. Your fingers come across a piece of paper with a note.

Please do me the honor and wear this tonight. Written in Morpheus’ handwriting.

“And so shall you, your grace, when you wear it today,” Your lady’s maid hums.

Right… the gala is today. It seems your plan of avoiding Morpheus would have to come to an end. But, you still have the rest of the day to yourself, best to start savoring it. You start with a bath, with extra Natterhorn milk per your request, and something else to calm your nerves. After which, Agnes starts pampering you to get you ready for the event.

Hands are grabbing at you at every angle, tugging, brushing, wiping. You felt like a marionette puppet as they direct you on where to step, where to hold your hands so that they may dress you accordingly.

“Agnes,” You gasp as she gives you another sharp tug. “I request you loosen this horrid corset for my sake.”

“Apologies, Your Majesty,” She says, giving one last tug and tying the knot, more than less ignoring your request.

In the end, both you and Agnes are huffing and puffing when you’re finally done. You watch as Agnes puts on a pair of white cotton gloves and reaches into a wooden box you didn’t have the liberty of noticing before. From it, she produces an ornate crown.

It pairs with your dress nicely, a warm gold with white gems. The points of the head piece were a bit excessive, but your inner judgment was cut short when you realized it was supposed to represent the sun. When Agnes places it on your head, you grimace at the weight of it.

“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but it is part of the uniform,” Agnes apologizes once again as she notices your contorted face.

“It is not your fault, do not fret. You did well,” You grunt as you step away from the mirror. Agnes is positively gushing as she looks you over. Her beaming increases as you give your compliments to her hard work.

Despite the heavy crown, the dress itself was light and made for easy movement. Agnes opens the door and you follow the entourage of silver knights as they lead you from the comforts of your bedroom. Matthew’s presence settles your nerves a bit as you feel his protective presence three paces behind.

“Are you excited, boss lady?” You hear him ask with a smile hidden behind his helmet. He had recently polished his black armor and you’re sure if you turn around now, you could see your reflection.

“In all honesty, Matthew? For the event, yes. For seeing my husband again, no.” You pause as the unified metal footsteps descend to the first floor of the castle. “What of you?”

“If I get to see Jessamy again…” He says beneath his breath, quiet enough that you almost didn’t hear it.

You can see the sunlight from the entrance and you’re about to ask Matthew to repeat himself. However, the silver knights stop on the final set of stairs, leaving you standing at the intersection that leads to Morpheus’ wing. He comes down in time with your steps and meets you in the middle.

Morpheus is dressed in his typical black, simply more detailed than usual. He switches his flowing robe for an off shoulder cape that only reaches his mid thighs. His black tunic and pants were dusted with silver and dark blue, giving the illusion of the night sky at certain angles. Sitting comfortably on his head was a crown: silver with curving onyx gems that resembled the moon.

He’s close enough now to take you in your full glory. The dress he bought for you was the correct choice. It hugs your figure in all the right places; the dress was, after all, altered to your size. When the fleeting rays of sunlight come through the large window, it reflects off your dress and illuminates you. The Sun only shares a portion of His light, but you’ve managed to take it and make it your own.

“You look radiant,” He breathes the truth as he comes closer to you. You notice his finger twitch as he resists the urge to touch you.

“Save your falsities for someone else,” You snap, surprising yourself even. The crown was way too heavy on your head for pretenses.

“Very well… but we should at least pretend to like each other for the guests tonight.” Morpheus offers his arm to you and turns, the breeze from the entrance coming through the hallway.

“Then let us begin,” You reply as you hook your hand to his arm.

Crossing the castle threshold, the eclipse was already beginning to start. The trees rustle in the gentle late spring wind, its shades creating crescent shadows on the ground. You’re able to enjoy it from afar as the two of you walk the distance to the grand ballroom.

Slowly, daylight surrenders to night and the nocturnal critters emerge from their slumber. Crickets chirp, fireflies float around you, and moths fan their wings in the moonlight. The smell of petrichor turns heavy once more as you reenter the castle, the doors opening wide with an announcement of your and Morpheus’ arrival. The silver knights part, Matthew leaves your side, as does Jessamy, as Morpheus leads you to the center of the ballroom.

“Welcome, esteemed guests of the Dreaming. Tonight, we shall once again celebrate the astral lovers of Sun and Moon,” An announcer bellows into a horn. Cheers and unified clapping follow. “During Totality of the eclipse, we welcome you to witness the first dance of the night, to be shared with King Morpheus and Queen Consort Y/N.”

A fanfare plays and the crowd turns to the open ceiling, watching with shielded eyes as the moon slowly clips into place. Night dominates the sky, the moon blocking the sun except for the defining ring around it. Footmen scurry around as they quickly light the abundance of candles and chandeliers they could reach.

The grand ballroom gleams with the light of a thousand crystal chandeliers as you and Morpheus turn towards each other. The light fractures and creates halos across the marble flooring and stone pillars. Morpheus bows and you curtsy low, and the action reminds you of your wedding night. Slowly, he clasps his hand over yours gently and a firm arm wraps around your waist.

The string ensemble starts and you try to fight the smile that creeps on your lips as you’re easily pulled in time with his steps. Morpheus smiles as he studies your face closely. You're dancing once again.

The candle light seems to be absorbed into your figure as you glow under its warm light. Spinning hand in hand with your husband, you’ve long since given up holding back your smile. You’re grinning, radiant and warm like the sun.

You and Morpheus glide across the ballroom floor, floating like stars amongst the clouds. He is fluid in his movements and leads the dance easily. You hold on tight as the lights begin to blur together, all together have you forgotten how heavy your crown was. To onlookers, the two of you were beacons of elegance and the definition of harmony.

The music stops and you’re face to face with Morpheus, breathing hard. The sound of applause is muffled in the background of your mind. Morpheus looks pristine as well, perfectly composed as he softly gazes at you through starry eyes. You’re the first to break eye contact, the raw emotions he tries to show you too much for now. You can see that he is trying to be better, but after months of neglect, one dance is hardly enough to make up for it.

Morpheus doesn’t try to hide his emotions, and with deflated shoulders, leads you quietly to the matching thrones at the front of the ballroom. There, they stand high and mighty, dark, and carved with intricate designs of stars and ravens. You see Jessamy and Matthew waiting for the two of you there and some relief returns to you knowing that Matthew would be there to watch over you.

The roofless ballroom makes it hard to believe that it is only noon. Save for the ring of sun, the sky was casted in perpetual night. The stars make their appearance, as they always do, and accompany their moon, twinkling with admiration at viewing the people of the Dreaming early today. Even the critters of the night came out from their slumber, and if you listened carefully enough, you could hear their chirps and songs of night past the orchestra.

The throne is stiff and uncomfortable to sit in. When you glance over at Morpheus, he takes to it easily, spreading across the throne like a lounging cat. His presence fills the space and it’s easy to see how he is so perfectly fit for this role.

An emissary comes before you and bows, the lady on his arm following suit. He wears his best for the ceremony and when he speaks, it smells of rich alcohol and fruits.

“Congratulations on your marriage, Your Majesties. As emissary of the Kingdom of Kreya, we wish you a wonderful Solar Eclipse celebration,” The man smiles at the two of you and you smile back.

You take another glance at Morpheus and see his jaw ticking in the low candlelight. A second passes and he still doesn’t respond.

“Thank you, we hope to visit Kreya soon,” You reply instead. It has been long since you’ve heard a rumor of your failing marriage. At the very least it’s good to know that to people looking in, there was nothing wrong between you and Morpheus.

This is what he wanted, was it not?

From his perspective, your urge to take control basked you in a new light that he’s never seen before. Your response seems to snap him out of whatever deep thoughts he had and a cough brings him back to the present. Or, if he wanted to be honest with himself; your presence brings him back to the present.

Others follow in his footsteps, giving their congratulations, their salutations from their kingdoms, and other comments they wished to address to you. Morpheus and you take turns responding, each one vague and surface level.

The last emissary was a face you knew all too well. Soft brown curls wrap around a kind face. She dawns on flowy fabric of white and gold and a cape made of olive leaves. Calliope smiles when she sets her eyes on you, and you hear Matthew’s armor clink as he attempts to move from his post. The promise he made early into your relationship is evident in his mind.

A subtle hand rise from you was enough to stop him and the black knight settles back. The tension remains thick as she ascends the steps. She bows and speaks.

“I congratulate the King and Queen of the Dreaming on their union. From Boeotia, my sisters and I give our blessings for a bountiful year.” Calliope speaks to you specifically, and even when there is no ill intention written on her face, something ugly deep within you dares not to look at her.

The pain and suffering you had to endure, half of the reason is because of her. Your anger and despair leave you and instead reveal itself as its true form. Is it jealousy? Perhaps. You’ve long since stopped fighting it. Your bracelet tightens around your wrist once more, as it’s always done when it doesn’t agree with your thoughts.

“Thank you…” Morpheus responds to her. It was your turn to respond, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to speak to her.

Calliope opens her mouth again, as if to add something else, but stops herself after some hesitancy. It’s not before long that Calliope accepts the short answer and leaves you. An even shorter amount of time for a footman to come to you and Morpheus with goblets of wine that you all too eagerly grab at.

If it weren’t for your position, you’re sure you would be drunk beyond comprehension. It is a tradition of the celebration: to relieve oneself from their physical bodies and dance amongst the Eclipse. And you can only do that by drinking until your body can’t understand the physical world anymore.

The dark wine glitters as you swirl it around in the silver goblet, and you feel the tingling sensation as it goes down your throat. Other nobles mingle with each other, the occasional ping of glasses touching echos in the large room.

Squinting, you notice a certain blond standing alone in the corner, his dark glasses still covering his eyes. He is talking to some other man, his charismatic smile never disappearing, even when he takes another sip from his glass. As if sensing your gaze, he turns to you and raises his glass in your direction. You were the first to break eye contact, taking another sip of your own drink. You see Lucienne and Hob enjoying themselves at the snack table, watching as Lucienne looks away when Hob stuffs several cookies into his coat pocket.

The alcohol was potent, leaving you feeling light and dizzy, but a sudden commotion on the other side of the room leaves me sober. Yelling and clashing of metal against metal piques your interest as the ballroom doors slam open.

“I apologize, we-we tried to stop him!” A silver knight huffs out, chasing after the man who barged in.

A calm hand from Morpheus quiets him and the knight stops. The elderly man is still charging towards the two of you, dancers parting quickly from the marble floor as they watch.

“Where is she?” The man asks—or demands, more accurately, standing strong in the center of the dancefloor. He wears red, unblemished armor that stands out like a sore thumb against the Dreaming’s more subtle colors.

“Whoever you seek is not here, stranger,” Morpheus’ voice booms across the room.

“You, Teleute, will bring back my dead son. I will kill you if it means I will get him back…” He bravely points at your husband, completely ignoring his statement.

You and Morpheus share a quick glance at each other. Yours is riddled in confusion, what could this random man possibly want with his sister? Morpheus shares with you a more concerned look as he finally pieces together the information.

He recalls the conversation he had with the Corinthian under old moonlight about a madman named Rodrick Burgess. Briefly, his eyes meet with Corinthian on the far end of the room, who seems all the more pleased that his target has waltzed right into his grasp. The Corinthian had taken a small break in his chase so he could attend the festival. In the end, it seemingly works out for him anyways.

“Are you challenging the throne?” Morpheus accuses, looking down at him. You hear the shifting of feet as Jessamy and Matthew squirm with anticipation.

Morpheus remembers once more of his nightmare regarding this specific man and you. How you laid cold in his arms, blood blemishing each portion of your body. That no matter how much he wipes away at it, the blood continues to seep and stain into your clothes. His hand slowly ghosts over yours and covers your fingers. He feels the quickening pulse underneath his fingers and allows himself a moment of peace for your still beating pulse.

“I am challenging Teleute,” Rodrick repeats.

“Death of the Endless is not here. I will accept your challenge in her stead.” You’re not sure where the courage was coming from. Perhaps it is how Morpheus is gently holding onto you. Or, more likely, how the alcohol is coursing through your system. That seems to be the more logical reason… right? “Who do you wish to be your champion?”

“I am my own champion, the Great Magus Rodrick Burgess.” He brings forth his sword, covered in elaborate jewels.

“Sir Matthew?” You call, head held high. The weight of the crown is no longer an issue for you.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” Matthew responds immediately.

“You will be my champion.” You declare. “You will not disappoint.” It is your first order as queen.

You watch with fixed eyes as Matthew crosses to the dance floor. The white marble is a stark contrast against his black armor. Your hand turns and interlaces with Morpheus’ as Matthew draws his sword.

It’s longer and broader than Rodrick’s and even before the fight begins, you know Matthew would be slower than his opponent. But your belief in him is strong and unyielding.

The two knights face each other, their stances ready. Murmurs from onlookers hush around the room, the tension as thick as the wine they drink.

Rodrick moves first, his impatience showing easily as he lunges for Matthew’s heart. Your champion gracefully steps to the side, bringing up his broadsword in a low arch to parry the attack.

Blade against blade, the metals gleam in the low candlelight. The symphony changes from a string quartet to that of steel. The two knights dance around each other in the intense duel as both display their mastery of the blade.

An unhonorable heavy strike to the head from Rodrick leaves Matthew dazed. It’s enough for the blunt of his blade to strike at the young knight’s helmet. You watch with an agape mouth as the force is enough to knock off Matthew’s helmet, the helm flying across the floor. Your grip in Morpheus’ hand tightens as the anticipation grows.

Matthew is quick to be back on his feet, his black hair tousled from the fight. You catch glimpses of his determined face as he returns to the duel. Each block that Matthew predicts, each strike that he parries leaves Rodrick flustered.

Matthew notices, and when Rodrick was starting to lose strength, he advances with a series of long arching and forceful blows. You and Morpheus watch as Rodrick meekly holds his denting blade up in defense.

With a powerful kick to the chest, the Great Magus crashes to the ground, his sword falling from his hand as the last of his energy leaves him. Matthew advances still, dragging his broadsword on the ground. The teeth-grating sound of metal on marble igniting sparks.

Your knight points the sword at Rodrick’s throat, panting from exertion. “Yield,” Matthew commands.

“I will not!” Rodrick spits at him, pushing the imposing blade away from his throat.

“Yield!” Matthew shouts, bringing the blade back and pushing pressure onto the side of his neck. A thin string of warm blood follows the cut.

Rodrick looks around the room, conscious of how the people around him start to whisper about his loss. He makes eye contact with you and glares at his defeat.

“I yield,” He says hesitantly as his eyes remain on yours.

You swallow thickly as silver knights drag him out of the ballroom, your eyes following him. Rodrick was glaring at you until he could no longer see you, his cheeks still flushed from the duel and from the embarrassment of losing.

You let go of Morpheus’ hand, wiping your palm against the softness of your dress to get rid of the excessive sweat that started to accumulate. You go to grab at your wine again, finishing the rest with large gulps to calm your nerves. The alcohol is quick to work its magic as it seeps into your system.

“Congratulations on your victory, champion,” You grin when Matthew comes back to your side. “Where’s your helmet?”

“I, uh, can’t find it…” He mutters, embarrassed. He scratches at his hair as his cheeks flush red.

You smile once more as Matthew’s true personality shows itself again. He was quite young to be a knight, and his face had left the battle without any scars; a testament to his effectiveness. A server comes by and tops off the goblet with more glittering wine.

Morpheus hovers a hand over his own cup as a silent decline for more alcohol. Meanwhile you were more than inclined to continue drinking. The excitement of the day is already taking its effect on you. When you set your drink back down, you notice that no one is enjoying the gala anymore.

They stand to the side, muttering to themselves behind open feather fans. No one is drinking, or feasting, and they share unsure glances with each other. The duel was a mood killer for the festivities.

You take another slow sip from your wine, what should you do? You watch through slightly lidded eyes as Morpheus stands from his seat. His hand falls before yours in a silent invitation of another dance. Baffled, you silently stare at the upright hand. Morpheus wants another dance?

Should you? When a bird has been locked in a cage for so long, even when presented with the opportunity of flight, it often finds itself staying. It takes comfort in what the bird knows. The outside world is dangerous, after all.

“Please,” He whispers when he notices you hesitating. You see his other fingers twitch against his leg, a tic that you’ve long since noticed he does whenever he is nervous. You place the goblet down and grab onto his hand lightly. One more dance wouldn’t hurt.

Before you leave, you turn to Matthew with a smile. “You should go dance, too. You’ve done well to deserve it tonight.”

Matthew all but perks up at your invitation, his eyes darting to Morpheus, who simply nods in approval of his request.

The two of you take to the floor and amidst the onlookers and mutterers, for once, you only notice Morpheus. “I trust you,” You say slowly.

Morpheus nods before he places a gentle hand on your waist and leads the dance once more. The music is romantic somber as the two of you glide across the floor.

Nobles and invitees around you stop whispering amongst themselves and enjoy the spectacle. Soon enough, more and more couples return to the dance floor.

The orchestra is quick to change its tune and an upbeat swell of strings has everyone clapping and jumping around in a country dance. Your smile brightens your face once more as you witness how your small dance was enough to bring people together.

You part from Morpheus as a new dance partner whisks you away for the next portion of the song. You grab onto your dance partner as you watch Morpheus spin with a new partner of his own, a soft smile gracing his lips as he witnesses your lingering gaze.

“Enjoying the ball, Your Majesty?” The new voice interrupts your thoughts. Your head turns to your new dance partner and you feel yourself jump in the middle of a spin.

“Corinthian,” You greet curtly, smile dropping.

“Hello again, Your Majesty.” He grins down at you, sunglasses still on. A silence follows and you’re desperate to change partners again.

“It seems you and His Majesty have started to become amiable with each other. I heard rumors that your marriage was in rocky waters.” He whispers into your ear as he spins you again.

“They’re just rumors,” You lie again.

The Corinthian hums, easily reading between the lines of your statement. “Well, well, would you look at that?”

Corinthian focuses his attention behind you and you turn to match his gaze. Couples waltz around you, but your eyes immediately seek out Morpheus. Your newly healed heart shatters as you watch Morpheus and Calliope spin across the dance floor. The two of them look beautiful together, her light colors clashing with his darker ones is a sight out of the romances you’ve read in your books.

Were dance partners always supposed to be that close to each other? Their gazes lock with each other as they share private words amongst themselves. Morpheus says something that causes Calliope to smile, something that lights up her entire figure in delight.

“Perhaps the rumors are quite true,” Corinthian chuckles.

You let go of him as if he suddenly caught on fire. “I need some air… Please excuse me.”

The Corinthian doesn’t try to stop you as you weave your way through the dancing couples. Before you leave the ballroom, you briefly overhear a conversation between Mervyn and Matthew.

“Huh, I thought you were some beast with how you were swinging that piece of crap around. But you’re just some normal kid,” Mervyn scoffs as he lights another cigarette.

Matthew scratches his head in confusion, the refound helmet rests between his arm and torso. It is liberating to not have to wear it for a while, and he can smell the food more clearly like this.

“Actually, I’m 1/16 pure Ravenfolk on my mother's side. Not so normal now, huh, Mervyn?” Matthew brags with a high head.

“Pah!” The pumpkin man scoffs again, a cloud of smoke following him. “And Jessamy is pure Ravenfolk so what you got to say about that!”

You’re sure you see smoke steaming out of your knight’s ears and his face turns bright red. It’s a conversation you would have loved to entertain, but in your emotions, you don’t linger long. The door is right there and you escape from all the distracted gazes.

By muscle memory, your feet take you to your garden sanctuary. The summer sun is no longer an issue for you as the night wind calms your fraying nerves. You run your fingers along the petals of night flowers and watch as they sway in tandem with the tides.

You take a seat on a nearby stone bench, watching the eclipse reflection in the small pond of your garden. An uncomfortable feeling like stone settles in your throat as you push down a hiccup. Silent tears still make it past your eyes.

You wipe away your tears with the back of your hand as you silently berate yourself for always crying. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and try to relax your over eccentric heart. The rustling of leaves and citrus smell of flowers calm your nerves quite well.

You hear a rustle that feels out of place and a presence behind you and you sigh deeply.

“Not now, Matthew. I really just want to be alone,” You indirectly ask your knight for solitude.

“Not Matthew,” The presence spits out the name and you gasp as you feel the cold metal of his blade against your throat.

Rodrick.

How could you forget his voice? You don’t move as you watch him circle in front of you. The point of the dagger in his hands remains pointed at your throat. You swallow your nerves, the slight movement enough to scratch your skin against the sharp blade.

“You embarrassed me. In front of all of your citizens,” Rodrick begins to monologue. It’s hard to make out his face in the dark light and the angle at which you sat, but the glare he emitted was easy to feel.

“No, you embarrassed yourself. Who told you killing someone else would bring back your dead son?” You ask to distract him. Your eyes dart around your space as you try to find a path to run away from him, or something that can hinder him while you find help.

“The ruler I serve said so. And I believe in their word.” He continues.

“Who? Desire of the Endless?” You scoff as you look at his red armor. The lustful color and crest he bore on his chest plate was easy enough to piece together. “Have you ever considered your ruler is merely using you as bait?”

“They would never,” Rodrick says back in disbelief. The blade dips slightly for a moment as he backs away.

You take that slight moment as your chance, grabbing at the layers of your dress and sprinting back towards the castle.

“Matthew!” You scream at the top of your lungs and you pray that it's heard past the music.

Hedges and thorned flowers scrape at you and get caught in your dress. The sound of pounding feet catches up to you and a yelp leaves your lips as Rodricks tackles you to the ground. Your crown dislodges itself from your head at the impact and you’re screaming as you fight back as best as you can.

His hands come around your throat and you grab at his wrist in panic. Rasping breaths leave you in huffs as he squeezes harder and harder. The edges of your vision start to go black as the lack of oxygen leaves your body wanting.

“M-Morpheus,” You call out weakly.

“No one can hear you now, you pathetic queen. No one can help you—”

The weight is lifted off of you abruptly and you turn on hands and knees as you intake as much air as you possibly could. You turn back around and stand on wobbly legs and watch as two silhouettes fight each other. One, you knew to be Rodrick but the other was new. The person was armor clad in silver, so it was neither Morpheus nor Matthew. One moment, Rodrick was standing, and the next he fell to the ground in a slump.

“Come, let’s get you back to the palace, Your Majesty,” Your savior comes closer to you. The dagger that Rodrick had threatened you with is still in her hands.

“Who are you?” You ask as she takes your hand and begins a fast walk away from the dead body.

“You may call me Gault, Your Majesty.” Her pace is faster than yours and in your still shocked state, you fall to the ground. Gault turns around quickly and bends to help you up from the elbow.

“Jessamy, subdue her,” You hear Morpheus' voice nearby. The sound of armor accompanying him.

“What?” You question as you fall back to the ground. Matthew is by your side in no time, holding you up steadily.

You watch with confusion as Jessamy holds both of Gault’s hands behind her back and kicks her knee in so that she kneels to the ground.

“Forgive me, for not coming sooner,” Morpheus whispers to you. He unclips the half cape he wore and drapes it over your shoulders. Your abrasive run through the gardens leaves you more exposed than what would have been considered appropriate.

“Wait, no, stop,” You interject as he returns his attention to Gault.

Morpheus ignores you, insisting to himself that your ramblings were from shock. It’s obvious to him that Gault was going to hurt you. As soon as he noticed that you weren’t in the ballroom anymore, he was quick to leave the dance and come looking for you.

To find you being hovered by one of his own soldiers with the weapon in her hand was evident enough in his eyes of treason. You looked horrible, your dress in shambles and thin cuts scattered across your body.

“I was protecting the queen,” Gault states the truth slowly. “I had no intention of hurting her. I merely wish to keep her from harm.”

“Listen to her, my lord. Please, I beg you, she is speaking the truth,” You plead once more. The hold that Matthew has on you shifts from protection to restriction as you try to fight against him.

Morpheus ignores you once more, and while your cries hurt him, bringing you justice will satiate the pain. “You do not get to decide what I saw with my own eyes. How do you think you should be punished for the attempt on my queen’s life?”

Gault pushes her head up higher even as the realization dawns on her. “I am not afraid.”

“You should be.” Morpheus stalks closer to her.

“I will rather die afraid than knowing I lived without truth, my lord.” You hear Gault whisper.

Morpheus doesn’t bother with a response. The shadows of the eclipse seem to elongate his shadow as he paths closer to her. Your pleas once again fall on deaf ears and tears sting your face red. Your screams have turned raw in your throat as you helplessly watch.

In the darkness of the eclipse, you barely register the sound of Morpheus unsheathing Jessamy’s blade from her scabbard. You don’t see it, but you feel it—the sticky warmth of blood splattering across your face. The iron taste rests heavy on your tongue as your mouth falls open in a gasp. It mixes with the wine and creates a concoction that makes you dry heave in the grass.

You hear it, too. As Gault doesn’t die from the first strike and her blood effectively drowns her as she tries to breathe. Morpheus swings again and the head thuds to the ground, her body following quickly after as Jessamy lets her go.

Your scream echoes across the vastness of the night.

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Ah, Morpheus you walking red flag you. Also, I'm not going to lie, idk how to redeem Dream boy over here after this chapter cause wtf is this bitch on (I know I wrote him but what the fuck?)

Someone tell me I did good, it's summer and I no longer get academic validation

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A/N: I don’t know how to tag this one. It’s not technically dubcon or noncon. I’d describe it a “fuck around and find out.” Loving doll ending, basically. We’ve had so much soft-Raphael lately.

I wanted some horrible fiends.

Raphael x Haarlep x GN! Tav/Reader: Tonight is Consequential 18+

Ah, but what an ignominious end to the tale. The hero finds neither hellfire nor glory, no salvation or damnation; there's nothing at all in the end. Raphael returns to his House of Hope to see the threads of his tapestry severed and the story cut short. The brief wash of pleasure he'd experienced earlier is buried beneath immediate delight and then secondary repulsion.

You're waiting for him, you see. Pretty as a picture, stretched out amidst a sea of dark silks, sweat-slick and spent. You stare at him, through him. Motionless as Haarlep tracks their fingers across your shoulders, down your sternum, over the soft skin of your belly.

"We had a visitor, Raphael," Haarlep says, laughing, gesturing with their free arm, fingers spit-slick. They press two into your open mouth, delighting at the way you instinctively move to suck, so pliant to their wishes. "Less…spirited than before, pity, pity. But just as useful!" They hum, pretty features turning downward. Haarlep pulls their fingers free, wiping the saliva across your neck. "Perhaps more, considering their prior showing."

"What have you done?"

Haarlep frowns, features turning in genuine confusion. They sit up against the headboard, letting you roll away. "Only what they asked, princeling! I am nothing if not a good sport. 'Body and soul,' requested, and 'body and soul' they gave. And for such a low price." They chuckle, "Mmm. Raphael. Raw and undiluted."

Raphael stares at you: eternally bound to him, to the House, a prize fit for a king, a hero's soul. He sees fool's gold sullying his sheets.

Haarlep's arms weave around him, nails scratching over his cock. They fold around this human force, nosing his cheek, licking to the corner of his mouth. "Don't you like your gift? Call me generous, little brat."

Raphael sneers. The comment will cost them later, but it will only satisfy Haarlep, carnal pleasure paling in the face of the inconveniences they've caused. The incubus smiles, eyes hooded and dark. They push, breathing in the words in his ear, plastering themselves against his back. The hard line of their cock presses against him. An artlessness in the little jerks of their hips, betraying genuine pleasure rather than their usual disinterest.

"So silent. Are we displeased?"

"No," Raphael flicks his fingers. He is himself again: cambion and king. "A moment of surprise." You've not moved at all—a lump of flesh, a still-warm corpse: all for their pleasure.

And you do please him. You've cost him a Crown, but he claws some of its price back. Foolish mouse, caught, batted too many times by too many paws. Raphael turns your face into the pillow, fucking you hard. Tight and wet and tedious.

He reflects on the latter point most frequently in the coming years. The devil sips his wine, watching Haarlep have their way with you. Your mouth slackened with pleasure, eyes glassy and vacant. He's hard, yes, a natural response to the pleasure licking through Haarlep and visual stimuli.

You are still lovely, mouse, and Haarlep moves with a liquid grace he will never tire of watching. The incubus tosses their head back, fangs barred, jerking you back against them. Splotches of purples and greens, yellows, paint your skin, a mottled canvas he'd admire under less reflective circumstances.

Raphael is hard but not aroused, and the disparity between those two states sticks like a splinter in his mind. He cannot fathom the…

(Haarlep flips you onto your back, takes and takes, and you are still as eager now as you were then).

…why of the matter.

(You manage a shout of dumb pleasure).

"Keep it quiet, won't you?" Raphael snaps, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. Haarlep laughs, one hand covering your mouth. The cambion's eyes drift over the bruises again, and it comes to him: understanding, clarified in Avernus' heat.

Oh, but you.

The ruin of you. So many words, so many languages, dozens upon dozens known to him, but Raphael can think of only one word for you. Not love or promise. Not hope or savior. No, darling, you are so simply summarized:

Disappointment.

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ino-takumas-baggy-sweater · 8 months

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The Blessing to Your Curse - Part 2 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

I finally finished writing part 2, it was originally quite short but I managed to write over half of it in the last few hours while doing genshin dailies in the background lmaooo, anyway I hope you enjoy this part, it's been a few weeks in the making, and it's starting to kick off a little more! I'm super excited to write more for this series :)

Part 1 here!

Warnings: none really? quite fluffy, mentions of experiments later on but nothing described

Word count: 2.8k

“Brat, let me talk to her,” “No, you don’t deserve to,” “You can’t keep me suppressed forever! You and that stupid white haired sorcerer, you can’t keep me away from her!” “I’ll let you talk to her when you let me sleep peacefully for once!”

You’d been walking down the hallway of your house to the bathroom when you heard Yuji talking to himself. Or more accurately, talking to the curse inside himself. Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, who also happened to be your best friend and potential lover from a life you lived, lost, and then forgot a thousand years prior.

You knock tentatively on the door, “Yuji? May I come in?” “No! He’ll only get worse,” He grunts the last part but you crack the door open slightly, “Please Yuji, I can try asking him to leave you alone,” You hear shuffling and sheets moving and then the doorhandle is pulled from your grasp, his eyes dark with exhaustion as he looks down at you. He steps aside to let you in the room and you feel Sukuna’s energy reaching eagerly for you like a child would reach for his mother, seating yourself on his bed. He sits in front of you and brings his legs up to match your crossed position, “You really think he’ll leave me alone?” “I can’t make any guarantees, but I’ll see what I can do,” You say.

He sighs softly, his head drooping down and his eyes closing, before the familiar tattoos form beneath his skin and you almost feel you can see the changes to Yuji’s physical appearance as they happen. They’re subtle, and when he looks up again with all four eyes this time around you find yourself noticing the larger face shape and the fact his eyes are narrower. “They’re pathetic idiots, why won’t you help me take over this body? Why won’t you let me take you away?” He growls. You reach a hand forwards and take one of his, stroking the back with your thumb as you let your eyes trace over his body, Yuji’s grey sweatpants and plain yellow shirt looking so out of place on his body from what you remember in the Heian era.

His gaze is almost as heavy as Gojo’s six eyes, you can tell he’s getting impatient for your reply so you tilt your head, “Because we are different,” You murmur, “Though I remember you, and I remember me, I know that this body did not live through the trauma of our childhood, does not share that burden, and I fear you may resent me for it,” His hand finally grips yours in return, you can feel the taut of his muscles wanting to yank you closer as he hisses, “I made a binding vow, I sacrificed what was left of my humanity to avenge you, no matter how much we’ve changed since your death I will never break that vow, do you hear me?”

His nails prick into your skin but you don’t give him the satisfaction of a flinch. “Sukuna…” You murmur, squeezing his hand in return, “You said the world would be right when you found me again, but… as right as your world may seem, mine is on the edge of falling apart,” You’ve known for a long time that something was coming, and as soon as Yuji was introduced to you you thought the ‘something’ that haunted your dreams was Sukuna’s return, but a few more unexplainable nightmares later you knew whatever it is is definitely still coming, and it’s much worse.

“Your vow only stretches to me and my wellbeing, and while I am a well-trained sorcerer, I am first and foremost a healer,” He looks wholly unbothered by your words but you press on, “You promised to protect me, well answer me this Sukuna, my heart is a part of me is it not?”

He refuses to meet your eyes, stubborn as ever, but when you let go of his hand he reaches for it again before you get too far away, this time giving in to the urge to yank you towards him.

You tumble into his lap as he cradles the back of your head to look up at him, “No, no, don’t look sad, I can’t handle that,” He’s never been the best at comforting you but you always managed to find some semblance of comfort and meaning in his words, “Just… tell me what you mean, and don’t call me Sukuna I hate how it sounds from your lips,” You manage to right yourself, feeling entirely out of place but completely at home in his arms.

“My heart belongs to the people of Jujutsu High as much as it belongs to you,” You murmur, feeling trapped within his crimson gaze, unable to escape, “If they die in the midst of whatever is coming, I fear my heart will go with them,” His nostrils flare and you can feel the raw heat of his cursed energy piercing your skin but he inflicts no wounds, hands gripping tightly, “They don’t deserve your heart, it’s mine, can’t you find a way to get me my own body?” He growls.

Your face twists sadly and tears well up in your eyes, “I don’t know,” You murmur, “Maybe, with my abilities, but I can’t guarantee anything especially if it puts me in the line of fire from Gojo or the higher ups,”

You hear him growl, his teeth sharp as he grimaces, “I didn’t make a binding vow to protect you all those years ago just to allow it to be broken by one brat who can’t even survive a special grade on his own,” His grip on your arms is both painful and comforting and you cup his cheek, “I won’t let the vow break, Ryomen, vessel or no vessel,” He’s forced to meet your gaze and you resist the urge to poke him, “You’re one proud self-centred piece of shit you know that?” “If I’m self-centred you’re a part of that self, like it or not you’re stuck with me,” He grunts, his eyes softening as his grip loosens.

You sigh, letting your hand fall and sitting back off his lap, “Look, I’ll do it, the body thing, I will really try, but only because you actually asked me to,” His wolfish grin makes you huff, “And only if you help me convince Gojo by getting along with the sorcerers for once, because there’s something worse than you coming,”

His face is blank and he sniffs, “I’ll protect you, that’s what I promised, so if that means I have to help some idiotic sorcerers claim victory over a threat supposedly worse than me then so be it,”

“I can’t believe I’m helping you,” You grumble, “You know I could get in a lot of trouble for this,” “Such a pity I’m your only weakness,” He teases, running his tongue over his teeth with a predatory look in his eyes. “Mess with the bull and you’ll get the horns, I’m not as physically restricted as I used to be,” You chastise, “And if you don’t play along I refuse to risk my place here just to save your ass,”

With a roll of his eyes the tattoos fade from his face and Yuji returns, yawning widely, “What did you guys talk about?” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes. You tilt your head, “I made a deal with him that can benefit us,” You shake your head, “But you don’t have to worry about that, he won’t hurt me, so if he goes off the rails all I need to do is throw myself off a cliff or in front of his technique and he’ll stop,”

“You have an awful lot of faith in a thousand year old curse who treats everyone like a piece of crap,” He side-eyes you, clearly suspicious, but you brush it off, “Yuji, let me just assure you, he doesn’t do it for no reason. His village, my village, was afraid of him, they treated him like dirt and then exiled him and expected him to go quietly,” You touch his arm softly, “I did everything I could to prevent him from turning on everyone, but my village was swarmed with curses and I died in his arms,”

His eyes soften slightly as you recite your memories, “He made a binding vow to reunite with me, he’s not going to risk that just to return to punishing the world, I know him better than anyone because I was there, I was his only hope in a world that punished him for existing,”

“Was it his cursed energy?” Yuji asks, tilting his head slightly. You nod, “It’s always been that strong, it was volatile and uncontrollable and he hurt people when he was much younger, he’s spent his life refining it and trying to prove he could control it, and it took me dying for him to finally find the strength to wrestle it into something he could wield properly. I was the only person that treated him like a human, but he and I were the same,”

“Your opposite energy, right?” You nod at his inquiry, “He and I were like two sides of the same coin, I suppose it could have been some sort of coincidence that we were in the same place, but I was treated with reverence and respect where he was ridiculed and rejected,” Yuji yawns again and you brush some hair back from his forehead, “Get some rest, I’m sure Gojo will want you at peak performance for training,” He nods, slumping back against the pillows and falling asleep with soft snores almost instantly.

You sigh softly, standing to leave the room. Things just got a lot harder, you’ve now got to figure out how to use your abilities to create an entirely new body for Sukuna based on what you remember from the Heian era, and then you’ve got to make sure that nobody figures out it was you, lest you break all trust placed in you.

You like to imagine that if your life was a movie, the next few weeks would have made up a training montage under some popular tune like Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler or We Built this City by Starship, but unfortunately the vast majority of your time is spent on unsavoury experiments on curses that leave you soaked with sweat and make you vomit from exertion.

You’re disgusted with yourself, knowing that you’ve stooped to levels that Noritoshi Kamo once did. Each new mission comes with an opportunity to test out your developing skills. An arm here, a leg there, every so often a face pops out at you, but nothing human. You want the best for Sukuna, as morbid as that seems, and you will not settle for anything less than entirely human.

But, creating life from nothing but cursed flesh is one of the hardest things you think has ever been attempted in Jujutsu history. You’re sure it can be done, you know that all you need is to channel enough of your energy and focus into it and you’re sure you’ll be able to recreate his body perfectly.

Only one person seems to notice the change in your demeanour, and he has finally been able to remember the conversation you shared with Sukuna that night. Itadori approaches you seated in the clearing behind your house and sits beside you, “Sukuna thinks I can help you, with the body thing,” He says bluntly.

“Don’t tell me that,” You murmur, rubbing your eyes tiredly, “You’ll be punished as an accomplice if I’m discovered,” “You just need my DNA, it’ll help you create a clone of my body and then-” You cut him off with a side-eye and a hand clapped over his mouth, “Yuji, you’re not listening, they’ll know, and they’ll punish both of us, he’s dangerous,”

He grabs your hand, superior in strength, and lowers it from his mouth, “If it gets this idiot out of my head, then I’m willing. I trust you, even if I don’t trust him, and I know you’ll stop him from doing anything awful,” He shrugs, “Besides, its not like they weren’t going to kill me the moment they found out Sukuna was inside me anyway, what’s an extra crime on my head in the grand scheme of things?”

You tear up, sniffing quietly, “I’m sorry,” You murmur, “I shouldn’t be asking this of you,” “You love him, we all do crazy things for the people we love,” He’s oddly mature for his age and it scares you a little, “Whatever, just make sure next time we’re on a mission together you let me do this for you, okay?”

“As much as I hate this plan, I’ll do it,” You murmur, “But not at the expense of a life, if someone innocent is in trouble they come first, agreed?” He nods firmly, “Save as many people from unnecessary death as possible,” After squeezing his hand gently and metaphorically sealing the deal, there’s no going back. One way or another, Ryomen Sukuna will return to the mortal plane, for better or for worse.

It comes as no surprise to you that the night you spoke with Yuji, you find yourself dragged into a deep sleep where you wake in Sukuna’s innate domain. A place you’ve only seen once before, in a waking nightmare that gave you a glimpse of his past through his eyes. “Sorry about the mess,” He rumbles from atop his throne of skulls and bones, “I don’t normally have visitors beyond the brat,”

You cross your arms, sitting in the oddly not wet pool of suspicious red liquid, “You didn’t even think to spruce it up in here a little bit for my sake? You brought me here after all,” He shakes his head, standing and then walking down the pile of bones to your side where he crouches, “I didn’t bring you here, you fell in on your own,” He pokes your cheek, “Guess I should’ve known this would happen when I opened my domain to you,”

You frown, “I… fell?” He nods, “Probably the result of over-exhaustion, and the relief of finally having some sort of solution to the problem I gave you,” He shrugs, “Who can say?” He seems distant, detached, it hurts you to know he hasn’t reached for you since that night you spoke.

You stand up and look around, taking in the endless black void beyond the massive ribcage that encapsulates his throne, “Why now? Why’d you invite me here?” “I wanted to see you, is that so much to ask?” You shake your head, “You could just come to me through Yuji,” “And have the brat listening to everything we say? You’re crazy if you think I’d let that happen,”

You sigh, “Yeah, but why now? You haven’t spoken to me in weeks, and I refuse to do this for you if you’re keeping secrets from me, I’m not weak Ryomen, not like I used to be,” He stands beside you, looking down at you with an unreadable expression, and suddenly the space around you changes. A field of grass, painfully familiar, and a pair of young teenagers in the distance laughing playfully.

Why is he showing you this? Why is he rubbing salt against an open wound? “When I look into your eyes, I see her,” He murmurs, looking over at the memory of your past, “I see her, but I also see you, and I see how you’ve changed, I see your differences and I see how you’ve stayed the same,” You remain quiet as his memory tackles yours into the grass, handling you delicately as he always did.

“I’m… readjusting,” He looks down at you, his arms crossed and face still painfully neutral, “You were born in this era, you know your way around, I’m still the same as I was, I’m still a thousand years old,” He points to the memory, “That is me, but that isn’t really you, just your mind,” You yearn to comfort him but you don’t know how, you don’t want to risk alienating him from you more than he already is.

“I suppose there’s nothing I can really say to convince you otherwise,” You say slowly, “Considering the fact it took a jolt of your energy to jog my memory, but… I am here, and I want to be that for you again,” You gesture out to the field which has begun to fade. He sighs, his shoulders slumping just a bit, “You won’t be caged for much longer,” You murmur, reaching your hands up and resting them on his cheeks, your thumbs brushing just under his second pair of eyes softly.

“Don’t make promises you may regret,” He mumbles and, if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought for a moment he might begin to cry, but he remains silent. The domain falls away around you and you’re left with the feeling of his face in your palms as he lets you go and you’re allowed to return to sleep.

thanks for reading!!!

Part 3

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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I love your writing so much that I check if you posted anything new right after I wake up and before I go to bed 🥹 I have a little request for you, if you don’t mind. I would like to see König’s POV of anything. It would be great to read fluff (or angst 😭), for example him feeling like a teenager when he’s around reader at the beginning of a relationship, you know, butterflies in his stomach, bit of anxiety, trying to act cool and look best OR if it’s angst then maybe something about him being jealous, because he finally found someone who gets him and who attracts other people (even just in a friendly way!), so he kinda doesn’t know how to control his feelings, BUT he’s working on it? (your König goes to therapy sooooo you know we love self aware king). Idk, but I’m begging on my knees to get into König’s mind 🧎‍♀️

Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump.

The yellow blob bounces from the ground to the wall back to the massive hand. The ball moves so swifty, it's blurry and looks stretched in his peripheral vision.

Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump.

He’s pretty sure he should cancel, there were never third or fourth dates. Usually by the end of the night it was a mutual decision that it would be best to not continue dating. But if there’s anything keeping him on the fence it’s you.

Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump.

He reflects on the small moments he’s saved and logged into his brain. For example, last weekend when you had been sharing a dessert and you saved the last piece for him.

“Please! It’s too sweet for me.” You had said while scrunching up your nose. You placed the piece of cake on his spoon, went back to sipping your coffee.

It was a small gesture but it was a clear indication to him at least, that you were caring, willing to share.

There was another time he knew he wasn’t making eye contact with you, he mentally killed himself for it.

“Just look at them for three seconds…” he replayed the demand in his head.

“Three seconds….”

He couldn’t do it. It wasn’t until you had pointed out the birds in formation flying overhead.

“Hey look at those guys!”

Your head shot straight up, along with your left arm, and he caught the perfect opportunity to look at you. He thought maybe you would look back at him, but your concentration went to the birds.

He stared at you. The curve of your nose, how your eyes widened, your smile perked up on the corners of your mouth, but your gaze stayed on them.

Birds… he thought. you’re his bird.

He found himself smiling. He likes spending time with you. He likes hearing about your day. He likes making you laugh and hearing you gasp when you hear stories that he tells about being away.

Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump —

He catches the ball with his left hand.

He wonders what you’re doing today. He knows your schedule already. He knows that you head off to work, you have a sandwich and a soup for lunch everyday, you make an afternoon coffee to keep your energy level up. He already knows how you take it too —extra sweet with hazelnut flavored creamer, no extra sugar, preferably hot in the morning and iced in the afternoon.

He likes knowing the little things about you.

Like how many pet animals you had as a kid.

How you don’t sleep with socks on.

You brush your teeth on the left side of your mouth and not the right side.

There are also things he’s seen that he’s taken mental note of.

Like how you eat your vegetables before you eat meat on your plate.

How you blink slowly when you're getting sleepy. There’s even times your lip curved just a little bit to the right when you get excited about something.

Small things he’s picked up, locked into a file in his brain and loves.

Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba — thump-thump-ump

He stops, hears wheels on the gravel crunch outside his house.

He stands up from the living room, walking towards the front door. He only catches a glimpse, realizing the color of your hair, leaving a package on his doorstep.

He doesn’t open the door, but can hear you giggling outside and then running back to your car before driving away.

A smile curls up his face, he catches it, and gets embarrassed.

Once the coast is clear, he feels the ping and vibration from his phone, checking it.

“I was driving by and someone left something on your doorstep!”

He smiles at your text.

“Oh really?”

“Yes!”

“Funny… I saw someone giggling outside driving your car and had your hair color too.”

“So weird!”

He puts his phone down, he’s smiling. Opening the door, seeing the small cream colored package on his porch. Picking it up gently; he brings the package inside.

A small hint of worry comes to his head. What’s inside the package?

He sees it’s sealed with thin, clear tape. He grabs the knife out of his sweatpants, flips it open, quickly swiping the knife against the tape.

The scent hits him. It’s sweet, and vanilla?

He opens the package and there are four cupcakes inside. Perfectly frosted, decorated with rainbow sprinkles. There is one word written on each of the cupcakes.

“Happy. two. month. anniversary!”

Fuck. He can’t help the smile that appears on his face. He’s never celebrated any anniversary before and now he feels stupid that he didn’t even remember.

He quickly texts you back—

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Buuuut how else are we supposed to celebrate?”

His tongue licks his bottom lip, attempting to hide the smile that keeps appearing. At this rate, his cheeks are going to be sore from all this happiness.

“Can I see you tonight?”

“Yes. Your place or mine?”

“Yours.”

There’s a small hesitation when he reaches the door to your apartment. He leans against the doorframe after the first 3 knocks. He hears you running from the living room to the door, where you take 3-4 breaths? He counted three for sure. Then you collect yourself and slowly walk to the door.

Once opened, he prays mentally that you don’t notice how fast his heart is racing when he envelops you in a hug.

“Hi!” You chirp at him, he can see how far your neck cranes up to see him.

He bends down to kiss you, pulls up his face mask.

His heart keeps pounding on his chest, it’s so loud, thumping in his ears. Please don’t let her hear or feel it.

You bring him towards the couch, laying on him immediately. He likes that you’re so comfortable with him. You don’t hesitate with him.

“Well?” You ask.

“Well what?”

“What’s up? What’s new? Why are you nervous?”

He covers his face with his enormous hand, blushing instantly.

“How do you know?” He says sheepishly.

“What? That you’re nervous? You’ve been red since you opened the door.”

He doesn’t know if this is going to last long, part of him hopes that it does because he can’t grow tired of hearing you run towards the door when he comes by. He can’t get over how you greet him with so much love, and he can’t get over meeting someone so… so special like you.

#könig #mw2 könig #könig imagine #könig?#cod könig #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig fluff #call of duty #könig x reader #konig call of duty #konig x reader #könig mw2

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Quinn Hughes Random Blurb:

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The second Quinn answer your facetime call you said “I swear To god If you don’t win the Norris Trophy I’ll steal it and fight someone.” Quinn raising his eyebrows and smiling at your reaction. “Oh please your too short” he teases. “I- How dare you Quinnifier” you say, ready to keep taking but processing what he said. Quinn Grins and your words and playfully rolling his eyes at the stupid nickname. “Anyways Q, how you holding up in the city of minons?” You say just organising some random stuff. “Nashville is fine, and the yellow can be a bit blinding at times” Quinn shrugs. “Yeah My brain plays minion noises when i ever i’m watching a game” You say. “…I- okay” quinn says a little confused. “I bought more candles and books today” you say, your brain changing topics. “More Candles? You have 20 unused ones” Quinn says. “Yeah but sometimes i want the apartment to smell like vanilla and other times lavender” you say like it’s obvious. Quinn sighs and says “Okay well what books did you get?” On your screen you can see him using his hand to move his hair back. “I got Behind the Net, Hockey Romance. King of Sloth, it came out and i’m so fucking excited to read it. The love hypothesis and A million kisses in your lifetime” you say, looking at new additions to your book shelf. “A hockey romance?”Quinn asks. “Yeah booktok convinced me” You say, a little hint of pink on your cheeks from remembering what actually convinced you. “Your dating a hockey player why read a hockey romance book?” Quinn asks you, his eyebrows furrowing. “Cause i can” you say. “Uh huh” Quinn says still confused.

#hockey fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fluff #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes imagines

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Teasing the Master of Hell

Summary : You're in a teasing mood while Crowley is in a bad mood. What happens when you tease too much and Crowley takes control?

Pairing: Crowley (Good Omens)/Reader

Warnings: Dom/sub, anal sex, oral sex, cum, punishment, rough sex

A Notes: Hi everyone, this is for my Crowley thirst, hope you’ll like it :) !

The dimly lit interior of Crowley's luxurious penthouse was filled with a palpable tension as you watched the King of Hell pace back and forth, a dark expression etched onto his seductive face. Seated on the plush couch, you observed his restless state with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. It wasn't an everyday sight to witness Crowley in such a mood, and a mischievous idea began to take root in your mind.

"Something troubling you, Crowley?" you inquired with a voice tinged with playful teasing.

He shot you a piercing look, his sharp yellow eyes narrowing. "Don't start with me, Y/N. I have no intention of indulging in your games today."

You chuckled softly, leaning against the cushions. "Oh, come on. Surely you don't expect me to just sit here and watch you sulk. What's got you so worked up?"

Crowley sighed, running a hand through his slicked-back red hair. "It's simply... business. Nothing that concerns you."

Raising an eyebrow, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. "Business? Well, I've always thought that the King of Hell would have everything under control. Should I be worried?"

He growled under his breath, his growing irritation becoming more evident. "You know, sometimes you miss an opportunity to close that little mouth of yours. I always maintain control, Y/N."

You flashed a mischievous smile, undeterred by his veiled threat. "Oh, I'm just trying to lighten the mood a bit. Maybe I could be of service as a distraction."

Crowley halted his pacing and fixed you with an intense gaze. "You want me to use you as a distraction, my dear? Be careful what you wish for."

You raised your chin proudly. "Perhaps I do. And what do you plan to do about it?"

In a swift motion, Crowley closed the distance between you, his hand gripping the back of the couch and his face dangerously close to yours. His anger seemed to have transformed into something entirely different – a predatory glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.

"You really should learn when to stop, Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

Your heart raced, but you held his gaze unflinchingly. "Or what, Crowley? What are you going to do?"

Without warning, he pressed his lips against yours in a ravenous, possessive kiss. Your protest was muffled as he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding over your waist as he turned you to face the couch. Your initial defiance faded as you surrendered to the intensity of his touch, the weight of his body against yours.

Crowley ensured your face was pressed against the couch, leaving you completely at his mercy. He gripped your hips, lifting them to give him unobstructed access.

"I'll behave like a gentleman, where would you like me, my little slut?" the demon's breath heated your neck.

"Please, take me from behind," you whispered breathlessly.

« Please, take me from behind." he mimicked you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged, a moan escaping your mouth "Forget your clean language, you're a slut. You want me to fuck you in the ass. Say it, 'I want it in the ass, Crowley'."

"I-I want it in the ass, Crowley... Please. » you begged

With a raging thrust, he entered your tight ass and you cried out in surprise.

"You like this, pissing me off so I fuck you hard, don't you? "You could feel his thin hips slapping against your fleshy cheeks, the sound of your skins echoing in the room.

"Oh yes, Crowley... Harder." You moaned. He increased the intensity and you could feel the pleasure rising, you were about to cum when he pulled back roughly from your ass and grabbed you by your hair to get you off the couch and kneeling in front of him.

"Open your mouth, angel." he sighed as he jerked himself off over your pretty face.

You looked at him lovingly as you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to receive his demonic seed.

He grunted and came in your mouth, and you swallowed while looking into his yellow eyes. A little of his cum had dripped onto your breasts, so you picked it up with your finger, put your finger in your mouth and started to suck it.

Breathless, Crowley leaned over and kissed you on the forehead. "I love you, you little brat."

#Crowley x reader #David Tennant #david tennant fanfiction #good omens fanfictions #crowley smut

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googleitlol · 5 months

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Moving forward, Dove and Wukong are gonna be a LOT of fun >:)

Fr tho, I'm so excited for their dynamic as they move forward and stop seeing the worst in each other teehee, anywho~

TW: mentions of domestic abuse

Dove Masterlist:

New Normal

It doesn’t take long to explain the entire situation to Sun Wukong, and soon you find yourself perched on his shoulder while Pigsy leads the way to the Yellow-Robe Demon’s home.

You turn back the moment Monkey King touches the ground, the grand pagoda the demon calls home greeting your group. There is laughter a little ways away that perks the monkey demons ears before addressing you. “Dove, go find the princess and bring her out here.”

“Remember Wukong, we promised to bring her back home.” You remind him, the poor woman has already been through enough in the thirteen years she has spent married to her captor.

Wukong rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Yes, I know. I have no intentions of hurting her, we just need to free Sandy and trick her husband. Trust me, I already have an idea.” He seems a little excited as he reassures you of the princess’ safety, and you aren’t entirely sure whether or not that’s a good thing, but decide to trust him nonetheless.

You run into the pagoda, calling out for the princess as you run through the halls. The demon should still be with his in-laws in the kingdom, which will make finding Sandy much easier. You turn a corner before hearing a door slide open. Turning back, you see the princess looking back at you with a shocked expression.

“What are you doing back here?” She moves quickly to take your hands in her own, her worry loud through her voice. “If my husband–”

You use your gift on the woman, holding her hands to soothe her nerves. “Don’t worry about that, my friends and I are going to take care of him once and…” Taking in her features, you frown. Under her eye and the side of her face are heavy bruising, purples lined with yellows. Looking down to her hands, you see that just peeking out from under her sleeves are marks circling her forearm, like the ghost of a hand.

She follows your gaze, letting go of your hands to pull her sleeve down. “I’m alright now, it could have been worse if not for your friend, that Sha Monk.” You frown, did he decide to take his anger out on her? For helping you retrieve Tripitaka? At least Sandy seemed to have been able to help somehow, but you have to take care of this demon, tonight.

“Once we deal with Yellow-Robe, you will be back home with your family.” You reassure the woman, and she nods in response. “Follow me, my friend has a plan to stop him.”

The princess nods, and you lead her back outside to where your two companions await. As you approach the door, the screams of younger voices alert the two of you that Pigsy and Wukong do not seem to be alone. The princess runs past you, letting out a shout of her own once she gets outside. You follow her, seeing for yourself the two young demons each disciple held up in the air by the backs of their clothes. “My babies!”

“Ah, you must be the mother. We found these two playing outside.” Sun Wukong grins, holding up his hostage.

“Sun Wukong, what are you doing?!” This woman doesn’t need any more heartache. Is your faith in the Monkey King already showing to be a mistake?

The sage shakes his head playfully. “Calm yourselves, just do what I ask and I will return your children to where they belong.”

The princess frowns. “What do you want?”

“My brother, Sha Wujing, is being held captive in your home. Bring him out, then I will let your sons go.” He calls down to her with his demands.

The woman looks to you from the side of her eye, to which you shrug with a guilty laugh. “I will make sure he does not harm them.”

“Thank you.” She whispers, glancing back up to her children in worry. “I was having trouble thinking of an excuse to free your friend anyway. Please, just make sure nothing happens to my boys.” You nod and with your confirmation, the princess rushes into the cave behind the pagoda.

The two disciples return to the ground, their hold on each boy unbroken as you walk to them. “I hope you don’t plan on doing anything to those two, they are still her children.” You give a pointed look to each demon, Pigsy looks away and refuses to make eye contact while his elder brother gasps.

“What? Me?! Why would you ever think–”

“Wukong.”

“…Fine.” He grumbles before looking over to Pigsy. “Maybe you could refrain from throwing them down, just make sure their father knows to come home.”

You let out a relieved sigh before noticing the horror-stricken looks on the two boys’ faces. Placing a hand on each of their heads, you use your gift to calm their minds. You can’t help but feel sorry for them, they should not have to face any sort of punishment for the sins of their father. “Do you two understand what you have to do? Find your father, and tell him I am waiting.” You explain once their breathing has returned to normal.

The older one gives you a wary look. “What are you going to do to our mother?” The question makes you pause. As much as you don’t want to hurt these kids, you aren’t sure what they may repeat to their father.

“If you do what we say, your mother will be safe, alright?” Giving them a more vague answer is the best you can do. You don’t want to scare them, but it is better than risking them telling their father that his wife is aiding you in his own defeat.

As you step away from the two, Sha Wujing emerges from the cave. The second he catches sight of Sun Wukong, a smile erupts over his face. “Brother Pilgrim, you came back!”

“Someone had to rescue you, and I did not think you would count on Pigsy for that.” He chuckles, the pig demon in question looking between his two brothers in annoyance. “Hey!”

“Here, catch.” Wukong pushes his hostage into Sandy’s arms. “I imagine Master would appreciate it if we lure the Yellow-Robe Demon out here without any citizens before engaging him in combat. I want you and Bajie to go deliver these children to the palace. They will tell their father to return.”

Once the Great Sage is done explaining, Sandy lets out a small huff of satisfaction to accompany his smile. “It is good to have you back, Brother.” With a nod to Wukong, then to Pigsy, he takes off into the sky with the demon boy in his arms. Pigsy quickly follows suit, leaving you with the Monkey King as the princess returns outside.

Her head whips around frantically, a frown framing her features. “Are my children safe?”

“They’re on their way to your kingdom.” Wukong explains as she approaches. “After we take care of your beastly husband, you can join them.”

Her frown deepens at the King’s words, and you put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “They will be safe with our friends, trust me.” She looks to you as you speak, almost studying your features for a moment before the weight of her brows start to lift.

“For now, you should find a place to hide.” She turns to Wukong as he addresses her again, and she nods.

“What will the two of you do when my husband arrives?” She asks, her gaze shifting between you and the sage.

Wukong smirks at the question, taking your hand in his. “We are going to put on a show.”

Your tilt your head with curiosity as he leads you into the pagoda and bids farewell to the princess. “What do you have in mind?” You ask, intrigued by the look of excitement on his face.

“We are going to surprise him.” He explains, allowing you to enter first before following behind. “He will be expecting an attack, so first we lower his guard.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” You question, looking back to face him– only, it isn’t Wukong who is with you now. Instead, the princess stands behind you, a tail tucking away into the skirt of her dress. Ah, that’s how.

The Monkey Princess holds up his arms, the voice of Yellow-Robe’s wife echoing out of his mouth. “How do I look?” Even with her voice, his tone is enough to tell you that it’s him.

You can’t help but smirk, the disguise amusing you. “Like a pretty princess.”

“Perfect.” The word almost comes out like a purr, the mischievous cackle that rumbles from his throat makes you laugh. Seeing him so excited by whatever scheme he has planned is much more fun to watch than you thought it would be. Something about his twisted little smile just feels satisfying, especially knowing what it means for the demon that has been causing you and your friends so much trouble. “Do you think you can play along with what I have in mind?”

“Of course I can.” You grin, the demon mirroring your expression before beginning to explain the rest of his plan.

By the time the Yellow-Robe Demon arrives, you’re ready for him. You hear him land outside, a great thud shaking the ground. Footsteps thunder closer until their owner enters his estate. A demon with indigo skin clutches onto his scimitar with a vice-like grip, his purple hair wild and yellow garments still dirtied from the last time you initiated him in combat. His teeth grit together once he sees you, his golden eyes narrowing at the arrow pointed towards his ‘wife’ who kneels at your feet. “Welcome home.”

Sun Wukong seems to do an amazing job at playing his role, tears stream down his cheeks as he looks up at the demon, who only looks at him with worry before turning his attention to you. “You don’t know when to give up, do you, little birdie?” His voice is low, almost seething from the tableau in front of him.

You find his anger amusing. “I admit that I can be stubborn at times, though it isn’t all that important now. Listen closely at what I want you to do.” He growls as you continue. “You are going to dispel the disguise you put on the monk, and in return, your wife keeps her life.”

“Please, don’t let her hurt me!” The ‘princess’ cries, only fueling the demon’s boiling anger.

“And what makes you think I will let you leave here the minute you lower that bow?” He glares, eyes narrowing as he keeps a tight hold over his weapon.

“You won’t get the cha–” As you speak, attention focused on the demon, the ‘wife’ pushes into your legs and nearly tripping you. You stumble back, which is enough for Yellow-Robe to jump into action. He pounces, shoving you to the ground and knocking your weapon from your hands.

Your eyes widen as you’re disarmed and find the monster hovering over you. “Wait, wait!” You shout, holding your hands up in surrender. “Wait, please!”

“Scared, little bird?” A wicked grin stretches across his face, and you do your best to hold your own as he glares down at you with a sadistic satisfaction. He seems too pleased with catching you off guard to notice your hand reaching down for your concealed dagger. “Worry not, I shall make your death a quick one.”

He hoists you up by your shirt with one hand, his scimitar in the other when the ‘princess’ takes hold of his arm. “Darling, wait.” She sniffles, tears staining her cheeks. Wukong looks pathetic enough for the demon’s smile to drop upon seeing it.

“Are you alright, beloved?” He rests his weapon against a wall, turning his attention to his precious ‘wife’.

She nods as he holds the side of her face in his hand, her hands gliding up his arm to hold his. “I will be fine, but… I am afraid I cannot say the same for you.”

“What?” Yellow-Robe has no time to ponder the words before you stab into his neck with your dagger. Blood flies through the air, red splatting over your face. The monster drops you, roaring in pain and stumbling back. His hand shoots to his neck and before he has a moment to recover, an iron staff collides with his side, sending him flying through the wall.

Dust kicks up in clouds as the wall is destroyed, and you waste no time in retrieving your bow. The demon sits up in a daze, wincing while still holding tight onto the wound on his neck. “What? How could– why would you…?!” He looks at his ‘wife’ in complete confusion.

The woman smirks while you nock another arrow. “Maybe you should take another look at your lovely wife.” With a wipe of his face, the disguise is washed away, revealing to the demon his true identity.

Yellow-Robe’s eyes widen with shock, and you draw your bow to aim at the demon. “What’s the matter? Is your beloved not as you remember her?” Monkey snickers at your comment, glancing over to you before returning his attention to your shared opponent.

The demon’s brows furrow as he looks at Wukong closer. “I know you… you’re the one who caused that chaos in heaven!”

“As well as the Tang monk’s eldest disciple. The same monk I hear you have been causing some trouble for.” Wukong adds, spinning his staff in his hand. “I should show you what happens to those that cause seek to harm my Master. Don’t you agree, Dove?”

“For once, I can say that I do.” You grin, the demon letting out a snarl as he rises back to his feet. He grabs hold of his scimitar and the two of you jump into action.

The Yellow-Robe Demon shouts as an arrow imbeds itself into his shoulder, glaring at you before lunging to attack. You jump back, Monkey King leaping in to swing at the demon. He only just manages to block the sage’s attack, the two locking into combat. “That monk is only supposed to have two disciples!”

“I may have been gone for some time, but I wouldn’t expect you to know the sentiment of, ‘Once a teacher, always a father’.” He speaks almost casually, blocking each hit from his opponent as though it is the easiest thing in the world.

The Monkey King’s mocking mixed with another three arrows piercing the demon all at once makes him cry out in anger. His head whips back to you as you ready more arrows. “Wukong likes to be the centre of attention, but don’t forget about me.” You tease, egging him on enough to lunge for a strike.

Taking avian form, you fly above the demon, turning back mid-air to shoot into his back. Sun Wukong deals another blow as you land, sending the demon hurdling out the entrance of the pagoda. You follow him out, but as you exit the building, you find only the wilderness waiting for you.

You frown, scanning the area as Wukong does the same. “Where did he go?” The monkey demon narrows his eyes, hopping onto his cloud to get a better vantage point to view the surrounding space.

He comes back down moments later, shrinking his staff down before tucking it away in his ear. “He must have turned tail and ran, I can’t see him anywhere.”

The confirmation of his disappearance is enough for you to lower your bow and tuck your arrow into your quiver. “Where do you think he might have gone?”

“I cannot say for certain…” Wukong hums, raising his hand to his chin as his eyes search the ground for an answer. “He did say something odd, though. He recognised me.” He glances up to you while giving voice to his thoughts, making your brows furrow at the revelation.

That’s right, he mentioned Wukong’s time in heaven. “And he had no idea you were Tripitaka’s disciple, yet he knew you from your rampage in the jade palace.”

The Great Sage shows you a lopsided smile. “Maybe our foe is more than just a demon…”

“…He’s a spirit from heaven!” You finish, your face brightening at the revelation.

Wukong mirrors your expression, humming to himself. “If we don’t know where he is, perhaps we can find out by taking a quick trip to the Jade Palace.”

“We better hurry, then.” You nod before gasping as the Monkey King scoops you into his arms to fly off. “Wait!”

“What?” He looks down, frowning before his expression shifts to one of understanding. “Oh, yeah. Your face.”

“What a lovely way to put it.” You deadpan, it would probably be a good idea to wash the blood from your face before meeting any heavenly officials. ~~~~

Your trip to the heavens was thankfully a quick one. After speaking to the Celestial Masters in the palace, they were able to figure out one of the constellation spirits was missing, the wolf star. After summoning him back to the palace, you have to stop Sun Wukong from killing him outright.

He’s still in bad shape from your earlier fight, and with the other deities awaiting his arrival, he has no other choice than to go into their custody. With the demon now in heaven’s hands, the two of you are free to return to the kingdom where the rest of your friends await.

When you finally return to the kingdom’s palace, several days having now passed in the region below, the princess already has men awaiting your arrival. They lead you and Sun Wukong to the wing where your companions wait, the other disciples having lifted Tripitaka’s false form.

You follow the palace servants down the corridor, glancing over to the Monkey King by your side. Ha, how strange it feels. You have worked together in the past to defeat demons before, although this is the first time it has gone so well. Being honest with yourself, it was actually sort of fun. Never did you think you would have fun with the Monkey King of all people.

The demon in question has his eyes trained to the floor, his brows set in a worried frown. You notice his fists are clenched, tail swishing from one side to the other. Is he nervous? You’re not sure you can blame him, this will be the first time he’s seen Tripitaka in over a month. With how things were left between them, it makes sense for him to feel on edge over a reunion. You nudge him with your shoulder, the action nearly making him jump out of his skin. “Are you worried, Wukong?”

The sage blinks a few times before putting on an unconvincing smile. “Me, worried? Over what? Don’t make me laugh, Dove.”

“Hey,” you stop the King and take hold of his shoulders, making sure to look him in the eye, “it will be fine. Tripitaka has missed you as much as you have.” You reassure him, his eyes widening just slightly at the news.

He’s silent, studying your face for a moment before his brows begin to relax. A lopsided smirk begins to form as he chuckles. “I can feel what you’re doing right now.”

“Good, you’re supposed to.” You return the smile, your hands dropping to your sides once he’s calm enough. “This is part of why I’m here, remember?”

“Yes, I suppose so.” He rolls his eyes, his smile refusing to fade. “You know, you are much better company to be in when you’re not glaring or cutting me down with your words.” He adds as you both hurry to catch up with the servants.

“And I guess you aren’t that bad either when you’re not conspiring to push me out of a tree.” You jest, spotting the ones leading you to your friends entering a room, likely to announce your presence.

Wukong frowns a bit at the reminder. “I had a perfectly good reason for that!”

“You also just wanted to.”

“…Yes, I did.” His reluctant admittance makes you snicker, the sage joining you in laughter. The two of you, laughing over a time he nearly got you killed. Who would have thought?

“Sun Wukong?” The voice makes the monkey pause. It takes him some time to turn around, the sight of his master almost makes him unable to function.

He clears his throat a bit, glancing down at the ground before looking the monk in the eyes. “Hello, Master–”

There isn’t a chance for him to say anything else before Tripitaka pulls him into a tight embrace. “I am so sorry for sending you away! I never should have doubted you.” The man is nearly on the verge of tears, the past few days showing to have really taken their toll on him. “Thank you, Pilgrim Sun.”

Wukong looks up in surprise, looking as though the monk may squeeze him to death, if he could die. It seems he truly was not expecting such a reaction to his return. “…Of course, Master. Just… think twice before using that tightening spell?” He gives an awkward smile to the man who finally releases him.

“I am sorry for that as well.” Tripitaka looks down, clearly shamed by his actions. “Thank you for coming back to save us, even after I gave you every reason not to.”

The Monkey King, seemingly starting to recover from his shock, shrugs playfully. “I would never leave you in peril if I knew I could help you.”

With a smile, Tripitaka nods before addressing you both. “Now that you have returned, the King has allowed us to rest here for tonight as thanks for bringing his daughter back home. In the morning, we are free to continue to the thunderclap monastery.” You smile at that, content in knowing the princess was finally able to reunite with her family.

Tripitaka pulls Sun Wukong aside to catch up while you excuse yourself to the stables, to check up on Ao Lie. He injured himself while fighting the Yellow-Robe Demon before Sun Wukong returned, and you want to check in on the dragon-horse now that the monster has been dealt with.

When you get there, you see he is being taken care of well. The horse has a trough full of feed, though you still offer an apple to thee steed. He seems more than happy to accept it while you explain to him everything he missed. While you do, you find a hard brush and decide to groom the horse while you catch up. “I have to admit, I am surprised you actually fought this time.” You had gotten so used to him in this form, you sometimes forget that Lie is truly a dragon.

He snorts, shaking his head slightly in response. “You did good.” You smile at him. These past days have been nothing but chaos, but it feels as though everything is on the verge of returning to normal.

“The horse actually did something?!” You whip around, the voice making you jump. Sun Wukong stands by the doors to the stables, the look on his face expressing his shock as he moves closer. “You must have been truly desperate.”

Your brows furrow from his arrival. “What are you doing here? I thought you would be resting in your room by now.”

Wukong shrugs. “I am not exactly a person with the need for sleep, it is not all that exciting for me to lay in a boring dark room.” You hum in acknowledgement at the explanation.

The Monkey King scratches the back of his head, albeit a little awkwardly. “I wanted to say that, uh, you did good today. With Yellow-Robe.” He specifies, though the comment takes you a little off-guard. It feels foreign to hear praise from him of all people. “I nearly forgot how much of an actor you are, but you nearly had me convinced with how scared you looked when he grabbed you.”

“Please, you were the one playing an entirely different person.” You glance away with a smile, crossing your arms before your eyes meet his again. “You did great as well. We never would have been able to do this without you.”

“…Thank you” He smiles back, and you’re struck with this odd sense, likely due to the fact that you feel no malice behind the gesture. It’s strange, there being no hostility between the two of you. After a moment, he looks away and clears his throat. “Well, I suppose you need your sleep, even if I do not. You should go rest, I’ve been hoping to catch up with Ao Lie anyway.”

“Alright, then.” You say, not wanting to admit that the strain of recent events are starting to take its toll on you.

You go to exit the stables, looking back to your friends. “Have a good night, you two.”

“You as well, Dove.” Wukong calls back. With that, you go to find your room for the night, neither of you noticing the way Ao Lie looks between the two of you with as much confusion as his long face can express.

By the time you’re ready to drift off to sleep, you feel lighter than you’ve felt in a long while.

#a… nice conversation?#that was NOT on ao lie's jttw bingo card 💀#the wukong/dove team-up is just 👌#little dove #jttw sun wukong #sun wukong x reader

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handittothefandom · 11 months

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Red, White and Royal Blue Headcannons

- Alex falls asleep with his glasses on, Henry takes them off

- LIGHTSABER BATTLES

- Alex knows EXACTLY how many moles Henry has

- Henry asks June if proposing on New Year’s is cliche

- The both have their pronouns in social media bios

- The first time Alex actually spoke spanish in front of Henry he had to sit down

- David spends a lot of nights laying in Alex’s knees and Henry isn’t sure if his dog stoled his boyfriend or if his boyfriend stoled his dog

- “I love you” “That’s gay” “Alex I am quite literally gay”

- Henry is always playing with Alex’s hair and Alex is always playing with Henry’s hands

- The next time they go to the lake Alex jokes about how Henry better not run away this time

- Alex is always stressed and tries to play off his panic attacks by joking, Henry holds his hands in his and sits with him until he breathes

- Ellen refers to Henry as her favorite son

- They smash so much cake in each others faces at their wedding

- Alex has a tattoo only Henry has seen

- Alex wears makeup for their first pride, seeing him and those damn eyelashes with mascara leave Henry unable to talk when he looks at him for the whole day

- You bet your ass Henry always buys Alex yellow roses on their anniversary

- Bea tells Alex that their dad would have really loved him

- Henry ends up so obsessed with Alex because he’s the first person who didn’t pretend to love him for someone he wasn’t

- Henry has a super specific skin care routine, and even wears a headband while he does it, Alex washes his face with bar soap and it makes Henry so mad “You really don’t do anything and look that good”

- When they’re together Alex rubs Henry’s back till he falls asleep, when they’re apart they having matching teddy bears they sleep with and Alex calls and reads to Henry on really bad night

- “you might be the prince of whales but you are the king of my heart”

- One night Alex is putting their kids to sleep and Henry over hears him telling their love story as a bed time story, “Sometimes you’re wrong and that’s okay because when I admitted I was wrong it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me”

- Alex is obsessed with matching Halloween costumes

- Henry definitely calls him princess

- Henry dedicates his first book to Alex

- Alex is very ticklish to Henry’s advantages

this list is only gonna get longer but here

Also if you like any of these and want to write a whole fic please do, send me a link when you’re done

#firstprince #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry fox #headcanon #alex claremont-diaz

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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I need a conversation between Eddie and reader in It Was Just One Night when he comes over and is rubbing her back or while they are eating

Hiii babes!! I will happily give you this! I hope you enjoy all them trying to be nicer to each other but also it’s a work in progress 😂🙈💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie doesn’t really know what he’s doing but you honestly don’t care because he has food*

“Is this…to like..rough?” “Huh?” “Is this…are you eating cheese fries while I rub your back?” “Yes? I’m about to be a mom I need to get used to multitasking.” “That’s true I guess…so uhm…how was your day?” “It was good oh I have something for your apartment.” “You do?” “Yeah it’s on the counter in the kitchen…don’t judge the wrapping job.” “Do you want me to open it now or like…later?” “Eddie it’s just a house warming gift…you can open it whenever you want…oh that feels so good.” “Don’t fall asleep because you’ll just face plant into your fries and I know you’d cry for wasting them.” “Wow you know me so well…don’t worry I’ll tell you when I’m getting sleepy…so how was your day?” “It was fine…worked on getting Dotty’s room together.” “What’s the theme? Rock and roll with a hint of pink?” “No I went with uhm the baby pink and pale yellow polka dot theme you…liked…it was easier to find the whole crib set and stuff so yeah hopefully she likes it.” “You hated that set when I showed it to you at the store.” “Yeah well…it grew on me.” “Did you bring your vest?” “Oh no I’m sorry I forgot.” “That’s fine I’ll just come over tomorrow…I need to see what you’ve done with the place.” “You sure you aren’t sleepy? You’re not eating your fries.” “I’m…kinda sorta…getting sleepy.” “Okay then come on let me take these…now just get comfortable and I’ll rub your back a little more.” “I want to see you open your gift.” “Uh then….just get comfortable while I go get it.” “I swear if you laugh at the wrapping I’m going to cry.” “Oh relax…it’s not even that bad…I’m a little scared to open it.” “Don’t be annoying.” “Oh wow…is this-” “the first time we saw Dotty on an ultrasound? Yes…figured you’d like to have your own copy in your apartment…sorry if the frame doesn’t go with your decor.” “It’s perfect…thanks.” “You’re welcome…do you mind turning the lamp off?” “Oh shit yeah yeah sorry…” “goodnight Eddie.” “Uhm goodnight…I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” “You can just sleep in here…don’t make a big thing about it okay? I can feel your awkwardness from here..it’s a king sized bed so don’t worry we won’t even touch.” “Are you sure?” “Mhhm.” “Words please…I really need to hear you say it…are you sure you want me to sleep in here with you? Or is it just the cheese fries and chicken nugget induced euphoria that has you saying crazy things like this?” “You are so fucking dramatic…yes Eddie it’s fine if you sleep in here with me.” “Okay…then I’ll sleep in here.” “Awesome…goodnight Eddie.” “Goodnight…uh can I say..goodnight to her?” “Sure…” “goodnight Princess…daddy loves you…let your mom sleep tonight okay? Because daddy doesn’t wanna be woken up fifty times in the middle of the night so she can go pee.” “Let’s see how well she listens to you..”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson series #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson enemies to lovers #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson social media au #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 1 year

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Imagine Part 4:

Rapper Erik and Y/N are official. How are they handling the new relationship?

“Tell us your name, gorgeous, and where you’re from and how we can connect with you.”

She blushed into the camcorder with a bright white smile and dark brown eyes.

“My name is Tasia. I’m from Houston. You can follow me on Instagram at Tasia Marie.”

The videographer panned Tasia’s body with the camcorder. Tasia gave him a sexy pose while seated in the back of a bright yellow 2023 Porsche 718 Cayman. She’s wearing a sage halter dress and her hair is styled in large knotless braids with sleek edges.

“Tell us a little bit about Tasia.”

Tasia pondered with a cute smirk on her face. She giggled and licked her glossy lips before speaking.

“I’m twenty eight years old. I love to dance and model. I’m a great cook. My sign is a Scorpio. I love to have fun and just…see the world, you know? Let’s get some stamps on our passports together.”

“I hear that! Now, you’re on set of E-rratic’s highly anticipated video shoot. He hand picked you to be his leading lady. How does that make you feel? Let the people know!”

“I feel special. Not everyday an opportunity like this comes your way. I’ve been waiting for the moment to star in a video with GRIZZLEY. And plus, backseat interlude is on rotation right now so it’s only right.”

The video set had a late night, city vibe with wet pavements and a low ambiance from the many colorful lights that illuminated the city of Tokyo. E-rratic wanted to take it up a notch and shoot his video in Tokyo, Japan; one of the places on his bucket list to travel to. He had an entire script to make it like a movie. KILL-OCHO is a wanted man by the Yakuza who wants revenge for coming into Tokyo and making a name for himself. He steals the lead member’s woman (Tasia) just because he could. It’s Tokyo drift meets street fighter.

The first two days on set were about filming for his hit single titled ‘punisher’ and now he was ready to give a little sexy, steamy realness with back seat interlude. The fans were begging him to make a video for the short song so he secretly decided to add it in the video to please his fans. It was never his intention but he’s glad that he did it anyway.

“Speak of the devil…”

E-rratic slid into the back seat of the Porsche next to Tasia with no shirt on, flaunting his muscular strength by picking her up and placing her within his lap. Tasia giggled and draped her slender arms around his neck. E-rratic smiled into the camcorder with his diamond-encrusted canines and dimples on display. Tasia couldn’t focus on anything around her except E-rratic. He had her in a trance. Thick, diamond chains hung from his tattoo-covered neck and diamond rings decorated his thick fingers. He smelled like money and looked like money. In Tasia’s mind, she couldn’t wait to taste the money on his plump lips. To even be within his personal space took a lot of strength to keep it together. In her mind, don’t no bitch want E-rratic as bad as she does.

Not even his girl friend Y/N.

“What are we about to get into KING KILLMONGER? Let the fans know.”

E-rratic gave a deep chuckle that vibrated his chest. Tasia could feel the rumble and she shivered in his grasp. E-rratic turned to look at her, his obsidian eyes low and wanton.

“This lucky girl gettin’ that exclusive treatment. We about to film back seat interlude. Gotta give the fans what they want, feel me?”

“And what’s that?” The videographer asked.

“Straight sexiness.” E-rratic replied.

Tasia blushes before pressing her face into E-rratic’s neck taking in a whiff of his Versace Dylan Blue cologne. He tapped the side of her hip to get her attention and Tasia discreetly gripped his hand to try and place it on her ass. This isn’t the first time she tried to get him to do something in between takes.

“Looks like everything is a go. Y’all ready?”

Hype Williams walked over to the car to make sure everything was good to go before he called action. E-rratic gave him a thumbs up while positioning Tasia to straddle his lap. She playfully bounced on him, her ass jiggling out of control.

“Aye, chill out,” E-rratic gave her a smirk but his tone was icy, “just do your part, girl. Sit and be pretty.”

Hype Williams walked away laughing.

“That’s no fun,” Tasia whispered, “You know what I want.”

“Yeah, I know. And you ain’t getting it.” E-rratic replied with a hushed tone.

“Not fair. I want what you gave that groupie on your tour bus…”

E-rratic ignored her and Tasia didn’t like that. She was going to get it out of him one way or another.

“ACTION!”

We gon’ fuck for an hour then we gon’ move to the back seat…

The water on set came pouring down like rain over the car. A neon blue light covered their bodies causing the white of their teeth, the diamonds they were wearing, and the green of Tasia’s dress to pop. Kill pressed his lips against Tasia’s ear as if he were sensually whispering the lyrics of the song to her. As if it were his own words serenading her. Tasia arched her back and combed her nails through E-rratic’s locs.

Watch how I blow that back out make yo’ pretty ass tap out…

Tasia looked into the camera with a seductive gaze while E-rratic continued to spit his explicit lyrics. His hands dragged from her back to her ass where he cuffed her booty for extra emphasis on the back he was going to blow out. Tasia started grinding her hips in E-rratics lap and biting her lip.

Fat ass on you girl I had to take that pussy in the back of my Audi

Got your face down and that ass to the north (damn that arch is nice)

“CUT!”

E-rratic gave Tasia a little push and she slid off of his lap and to the seat next to him. E-rratic climbed out and walked off for a smoke break so Tasia could have some screen time alone. She’s supposed to flaunt in front of the camera while the song plays in the background for added sexiness. As the camera zoomed in to her, Tasia moved her body in time to the lyrics. When E-rratic said to arch your back, she was face down, ass up in the back seat with her tiny dress almost revealing the lack of underwear.

E-rratic entered his trailer and cracked the door behind him. He took a seat in front of his vanity where his weed and pre-rolled blunts are. After taking a swig of alkaline water, Erratic sparked up a blunt. Blunt hanging between his thick lips, he pulled up his special girl’s number and FaceTimed her back at the hotel. After the third ring, she answered with a towel wrapped around her body and her expensive bundles clipped to the top of her head so it wouldn’t get wet.

“Hey, baby girl. I miss you.”

“Mhm. Not enough if you’re not here with me right now.” Y/N replied.

E-rratic’s eyes roamed over her body covered in a fluffy white towel. The amount of soft, brown skin that teased him was enough to make him go back to her. She gave him a look with an arched brow, challenging him to come to her and that was E-rratic’s favorite look. He loved it when Y/N got sassy with him. It let him know she wanted to get fucked harder. Longer. With his long dick. He chuckled when she turned around to tease him, bending over in the camera and shaking her ass from left to right.

“You know daddy got work to do. I thought you said you love that I’m a hard worker?”

“I do, but it’s going on day three of this shit and I haven’t been able to properly enjoy you.”

“Whatchu ‘bout to do?” E-rratic leaned into the camera with his blunt between his fingers, “Don’t do nothing that’s gonna get you in trouble, sexy. Thought I told you that pussy is off limits when I’m away? Don’t be hard headed.”

“Or what?” Y/N spoke defiantly, “Because you’re all the way over there, and I’m here. Can’t discipline me through the phone, Erik.”

“You talk so much shit and when I show up you sing a different tune. But I love it though, you real cute, baby.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on the edge of their hotel bed to apply some vanilla oil to her skin.

“Is that chick behaving herself or do I have to pull up?”

E-rratic’s intense stare and slight smirk distracted her for a second. She smiled at him before blowing him a kiss and licking her top lip lustily.

“I got it under control. You know the ladies love E-rratic. How do you think I got you?”

He gave her a charming, dimpled smile.

“How many times do I have to remind you that you belong to me now and those bitches don’t stand a chance?”

“You right. And you already know where I stand. So don’t waste your energy on these hoes. It’s me and you.”

“Actions speak louder than words…”

E-rratic could sense the lack of confidence in her voice. Clearly, no amount of words will make her feel any better. It’s what comes with the lifestyle. E-rratic is a wanted man. No matter where he goes, some chick will throw themselves at him. They drop the panties for him, take off their bras for him, cheat on their men for him, risk it all to get some of that dick from him. That’s just how it is. It’s been years since he’d been in a committed relationship. He never imagined himself being where he is right now with Y/N; a fan. Respectfully, she’s more than a fan to him. He couldn’t explain it, but it was something about her. She had something that he couldn’t resist.

“And haven’t I proven to you that I’m all about you?” E-rratic said, tilting his head into the camera.

“Yes,” Y/N peered at him through her lashes, “Maybe I still can’t believe that I’m with you.”

“You’re rare, baby. I can’t believe the hold you have on me too. You know what I can’t stop thinking about?”

Y/N got comfortable on her side, one hand holding the front of her towel while the other propped her head up. The curve of her hip beneath that towel had E-rratic’s mouth watering.

“What’s that?”

“…How you woke me up this morning with my dick in your mouth. Those pretty brown eyes staring up at me.”

“I could use some dick in my mouth right now if you were here with me,” Y/N said.

“Just your mouth?” E-rratic replied with faux shock, voice holding a bit of rasp.

“Of course not. That’s just the beginning. This pussy too.”

“Mhm,” E-rratic took a hit from his blunt, allowing the purple haze strain to crowd his senses, “Daddy’s pretty pussy?”

Y/N gave him a sluggish nod of her head with a tantalizing bite of her lower lip.

“I’ve been thinking about that phat pussy all day. That shit is mine.”

“All yours,” Y/N said with a giggle.

“I got some time to kill, take that towel off and show me that pussy.”

E-rratic didn’t waste time. He sat up in his seat, pecks jumping and ab muscles flexing. Y/N couldn’t see his lower half that well, only the band to his white Calvin Klein’s. That brought her back to his recent Calvin Klein ad. Y/N made herself comfortable on her back facing the camera. She took the towel off and spread her legs to reveal her wet pussy to E-rratic. His deep grunt sent shivers down her spine.

“I want that pussy in my mouth so bad right now. First thing ima do when I get back is stick my tongue so far up your pussy…Fuuck.”

Y/N spread her lips for him so he could get a better look at how soaked she is for him. The contrast of her designer acrylics against the smooth, glistening flesh of her folds almost had him foaming at the mouth.

“When I get to you, I’m a have you crying.”

“You know I can’t wait for that. You can find me ready and in position on the couch as soon as you get here.”

“Hmm…it’s like that?” E-rratic grabbed his crotch.

“All for you, Erik.”

“I love it when you say my name…it just rolls off your tongue all sexy and shit,” E-rratic smirked, “You gon’ moan my name?”

“Moan, sing, shout, all that,” Y/N replied.

“That’s a good girl—give me a second, I’m coming—they want me back on set—”

“They can wait.”

Y/N brought two wet fingers to her mouth to lick her juices off. E-rratic watched her with so much concentration. He slowly licked his lips as if he were the one enjoying her taste. If he could lick the screen and sample a taste, he would.

“Aren’t you so lucky that you get to have all of this?” Y/N said.

“Shit, aren’t you so lucky that you get to sit on my face like it’s your personal seat?”

The thought alone had Y/N rubbing circles on her clit. Her head went back and she let out soft moans that bounced off of the walls of his trailer.

“Can’t believe your favorite rapper eats that pussy up, huh?” E-rratic strained his neck to see if anyone was waiting outside of his trailer, “Got me talkin’ crazy right now…”

“Please hurry up, I need you,” Y/N moaned.

“I promise…hey…look at me…get your fingers off my pussy…I promise I’ll come straight to you when I’m done.”

Y/N kisses her teeth and to both of their disappointment, she closes her legs and sits up on the bed. Full titties with stiff nipples met his eyes and it didn’t make things better. The way his dick throbbed, you would think it was ready to burst through his zipper. The ache was uncomfortable and he didn’t know how he was going to be able to conceal a brick hard dick from Tasia. Have her thinking a torpedo is ready to blast off up her pussy with how hard he is.

“Aight, we gotta behave ourselves. Go put on a robe and order yourself something to eat. Give me another hour and I’ll be right to you, baby girl. We can fuck with Joshi Luck on in the background.”

Y/N gave E-rratic an adorable pout with sad eyes. He picked up his phone and puckered his lips to give her a couple kisses through the phone. She wasn’t going to be satisfied until he came back to that hotel. He already knew that she was going to make herself cum at least twice.

“You’re gon’ be a good girl for me?” E-rratic questioned.

“I promise.” Y/N replied innocently.

“Aight, we’ll see. I’ll hit you when I’m on the way.”

E-rratic ended the FaceTime and left his trailer so he could get this shit over with. As he walked back to set, he had to keep internally reminding himself to get Y/N off his brain until this was all over.

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How could Y/N describe what being with E-rratic felt like?

Euphoric

Like a dream

Perfect

Her fantasy made into reality

The greatest feeling in the world

Not one word could perfectly express how she felt being with Erik. Her Erik. E-rratic Leader was her man. Saying that felt so unreal. Thinking about it felt like she was living a fictional life. She couldn’t begin to explain how happy she was. She never thought she’d see herself laid up in his hotel bed in another country wearing an iced-out Cuban link with her name on it or a diamond tennis anklet with his given name on it.

Just three months after the tour, everything happened so fast. Was this how it was supposed to be? Was this what God had planned for her? Y/N resigned from her full time job, packed her bags—even though he got her a whole new wardrobe—and moved to LA. After the first half of the tour leg, Erik asked her to be his official girl. Y/N said yes before he could even get his words out. She told her family and friends, despite some of their disappointment. Her mother was the hardest to convince. Her father’s opinion didn’t really matter to her since he’s hardly in her life. Her sisters and cousins were nothing but judgmental, and her friends were protective.

Still, every morning when she wakes up in his California king bed wrapped in luxury sheets with the highest thread count, she can’t believe that she’s sleeping next to E-rratic. Sharing a home with E-rratic. Driving his cars, eating food prepared by his personal chef, working out with his personal trainer, meeting his celebrity friends, and shopping with his money. She didn’t have to lift a finger. He had her set with racks. She could wake up and find five bands sitting on the side table next to the bed for her. He loved giving her bouquets of roses in different colors wrapped with individual bills.

Whatever Erik wanted, she gave him no questions asked. That’s what comes with treating your woman right. Dick in mouth, ass in the air, pussy for the taking. She wore what he liked, styled her hair how he liked, got her nails done how he liked. Before their trip to Tokyo, Y/N got his name tatted on her hip and her clit pierced with a golden topaz and titanium ring to match the nipple piercings. She planned to do her tongue next.

Everywhere they went, he would assert his dominance with his arm around her waist and his hand resting on her hip. He’d introduce her as his woman with such confidence and the biggest ego. So why did Y/N feel like it was all temporary? That he would find interest in some other girl and drop her back off to Detroit. It was all too surreal to believe it would last. Y/N dreamed of this. She was satisfied with just one opportunity with him, but to have him every single day, whenever and wherever, it blew her fucking mind.

With new fame came controversy. Y/N went from 2K followers on Instagram to 1.5 million. She had to limit her comments to avoid an influx of rude, nasty people and she had to stay off of Twitter. Don’t even get her started on the blogs. The blogs were eating her up. Groupie. Hoe. One of many to have E-rratic. Some say it won’t last, others say she won’t be the same when her heart gets broken. She had to block all of them too.

“When you let the shit people say get to you, it controls your life. You gotta ignore the bullshit.”

E-rratic knew first hand what it was like. He had to learn to live his life the way he wanted and not how people watching him wanted him to be. He wanted the same for Y/N.

“This shit is new for me too. I want it to work. I really like you, Y/N. Hell, I think I love you. It feels like love. You love me?”

The feelings she felt for him ran deeper than him being her favorite rapper. She felt as if he were her soulmate. That God sent him to her. It was more than being with her celebrity crush. She got to know him. Not E-rratic. Erik. Erik Stevens. Born and raised in Oakland, CA. A parentless child at the age of twelve. Living with his grandparents and getting into trouble. In and out of jail. So smart he got a full ride to M.I.T. How he met the love of his life in school and how she was going to have his baby before it was all taken away from him. How he turned to music as an outlet to keep his mind right. She felt honored and special to know all of that about him.

After eating her Japanese wagyu steak dinner and drinking some of Erik’s Japanese Whiskey, she fixed her hair and put on her YSL Cassandra Sandals in black patent. Y/N put on a little makeup with a bold red lip and put on Erik’s new album. She loved it. He was in his producer bag for sure. Some of the best music to come out recently. She already knew he was going to sweep at the Grammys. The imposing beats that gave way to nostalgic bops and transitioned into sexy instrumentals just showed how diverse he was. The lyrics hit every time for her. This was true art to her.

Take off the top, baby let’s ride

She want the boss, the one own the tribe

Arm out the window, just throw it when we ride….

His voice, the energy he was giving off, the sexy beat, the background vocals of a woman moaning. It was all too much.

I told her “I ain’t GRIZZLEY, baby, call me SEX.”

If you my hoe, I call you sexy (yeahhh)

I wanna see what you got inside

Can you make it say ahhh

Turn on yo side

While I switch lanes to pull over to the side

I promise it won’t hurt

Unless you make it hurt (yeahhh)

You know them other niggas can’t do it like this (yeahhh)

The lyrics to backseat interlude had her feeling herself. She knew that she was supposed to wait for him to get there, but she was naked and horny and listening to his voice couldn’t keep her under control. Y/N made herself comfortable on the couch and placed her glass of whiskey on the table. She got down on her back with her legs spread open and resumed rubbing her clit. To her surprise, she was still wet from their FaceTime. The song had slowly faded in the background and Y/N paused to play it again.

Y/N took a deep breath and relaxed. She closed her eyes. If Erik were there with her, he would be instructing her on how to touch herself. He’d tell her to start off slow and steady while rubbing her clit. To follow the speed of his soothing voice. She mimicked the speed of his voice on backseat interlude. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath the cool air of the hotel room. In her mind, she was envisioning herself sitting between his legs in front of a mirror while his hand did all the work and she sat there like a good girl.

“Erik…Erik…Erik…”

Two fingers slipped inside and with her other hand she continued to rub her clit. She brought her knees to her chest and moaned his name over and over again. The song had stopped but she was already close to cumming so it didn’t matter anymore.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your big dick inside of me…”

The anticipation was killing her. Every time with Erik felt like the first time. He was made to control her body. The way they’re bodies are in sync is both scary and amazing. He didn’t have to tell her how he liked it anymore, she knew what to do. From the kitchen, to the bathroom, to the floor, to the bed, she knew how to take his dick in every position possible.

“I’m so wet…I can’t believe how wet I am…”

Hee fingers were damn near slipping into a puddle of arousal whenever her fingers would pump inside of her. Her clit was so ridged beneath the pads of her fingers. She desperately needs his tongue to replace all of this.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, shit…”

Hee inner thighs began to quake out of control and her body seized up like she was frozen in ice. Her mouth fell open with surprise and all she could feel seeping between her meaty thighs was her cum. A small puddle formed beneath her. Y/N inspected her fingers and there was cum dripping down to the palm of her hand. She cleaned her digits off and sat up on the couch, tacky skin sticking to the leather sofa.

Hee phone vibrated next to her and when she noticed his name she picked it up and answered.

“Open the door for daddy.”

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E-rratic gave BIG WILL the evening off and sent him to his room. There was no need for him to guard the door. E-rratic was rummaging in his jeans pockets, he realized that he left his key card back at the trailer on set. E-rratic pulled out his phone and called Y/N. She answered on the first ring.

“Open the door for daddy.”

She hung up in his ear and E-rratic could hear her foot steps rushing to the door. She opened it wearing a robe and E-rratic rushed inside and slammed the door behind him. He pressed his much larger body against her small, soft one and Y/N ended up with her back against the wall across from the door and her arms above her head. E-rratic interlocked his fingers with hers to keep her in place while his skillful tongue slithered into her mouth hot and heavy. E-rratic brought one hand down to open her robe while the other hand gripped both of her hands.

“You smell like sugar and sweat…you played with my pussy while I was gone?”

Y/N was so enraptured with him being there that she didn’t respond. E-rratic smoothed his hand down her stomach until his fingers were separating her outer lips to investigate for himself. He smiled slightly as his eyes bore into hers.

“And I can taste that Suntory Hibiki on your tongue. Turning up without daddy?”

E-rratic removed his fingers from between her legs and gripped her chin.

“You can’t speak now?” He said with an arch of his brow.

“I couldn’t help myself.” She finally spoke.

“What I tell you? Hm?”

Y/N looked E-rratic up and down.

“Okay…okay…I see what you want…let’s go.”

E-rratic grabbed Y/N by the waist and they walked to the bathroom. Inside, E-rratic instructed Y/N to take off her robe and undress him. She removed her fluffy robe and walked up to him, taking off his white T-shirt first. She noticed a lipstick stain on it and her eyes locked with his. He followed her finger and when he saw the stain he kissed his teeth.

“From set. She must’ve done that while we were filming in the car.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Lil mama. You know I ain’t get down like that.”

E-rratic planted a kiss to her cheek.

“You tryna ruin the moment. I ain’t seen you all day.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N tugged on the hem of his T-shirt, “Maybe I should have been your video girl instead…”

E-rratic smirked at her before lifting her chin so she could look up at him.

“Say the word and I’ll do this shit all over again. I’ll make you the leading lady.”

Y/N took a moment to think about it, but ultimately she shook her head.

“Nah, that’s more money and time put in. She just better watch herself before I snatch her ass up.”

“You sure?” E-rratic tucked his chin and gave her a serious look, “I’m good for it, you already know that.”

“I’m sure. Now, where were we?”

E-rratic licked his lips, “That’s my baby girl. Finish what you started…”

Y/N continued to remove E-rratic’s T-shirt. The more skin revealed, the more she would kiss and lick him all over. When the shirt fell to the floor, Y/N locked eyes with E-rratic while taking off his pants. He watched her with a look in his eyes like he wanted to eat her up. When his briefs were the last to go, Y/N cupped his sack in her hand and got onto her top toes to get a kiss. Their tongues danced and their lips made sloppy wet noises the more they molded into each other.

Y/N took off his briefs and the way his dick was looking semi hard had her ready to suck it until it was fully solid in her jaws. E-rratic chuckled at her expression and turned to get into the standing shower with multiple jets. Y/N grabbed her claw clip and joined him, not caring that she had already taken a shower before. The warm water painted their skin and Y/N grabbed a soap sponge to clean him off. She started with his back, sudsing him up real good, amazed at how the soap tricked down his spine to his toned ass.

When he turned to face her, she got down on her knees and dragged the sponge down his torso and then squeezed soap all over his thick pole. She went to clean his legs and feet and when she came back up to his dick and balls, she used the sponge first to clean him, then she used her hands to stroke the soap all over his shaft. E-rratic looked down at her through the curtain of locs that framed his forehead. Water trickled down his body tantalizingly until his dick was free of soap.

“Suck this dick,” E-rratic commanded.

Y/N opened her mouth and wrapped her greedy lips around the tip of his dick. She went lower, her eyes never leaving his, until he was at the back of her throat. She closed her eyes to fight back the tears and removed her mouth, his dick with a string of spit dangling in front of her. She used her tongue to massage the sides of his shaft. She used her lips like a suction for his nut sack just so she could hear him groan.

“This my fucking dick,” She moaned.

“Then make your dick cum,” E-rratic spoke with a gruff tone, “Do what I like. No hands, all mouth, lots of spit. Make that shit nasty.”

Y/N engulfed his dick again and started bobbing her head up and down while her hand massaged his heavy sack. She squeezed his sack to keep him still and the more she did that, the harder he became in her mouth. So hard to the point where she couldn’t suck him all the way down with ease anymore. The vein on the underside of his shaft made it more difficult. She used her tongue to flick the deep vein and he hissed.

“Do that shit, baby, Gahdamn,” E-rratic’s brows drew together, “Fuuck, I’m gonna bust…”

Y/N was showing out. The slurping grew louder and E-rratic’s thighs started shaking. His fingers turned into fists and he threw his head back. All she could see was that perfect body and the length of his neck. Pre-cum mixed with her saliva covered his dick and she would slurp it up and spit it back out to make it as sloppy as she could.

“Stay on that tip…just like that…I’m gonna fuck you so good…SHITTTT!”

His ass muscles tightened and a stream of cum hit the back of her throat. He stared down at her with disbelief.

“You the only bitch to make a nigga nut like he been backed up for days…where you been all my life? Wish I would’ve wifed you up…”

Her eyes sparkled when he said that. He avoided touching her hair and reached for her hands. He helped her to her feet and immediately pressed his lips against hers.

“Let me wash you off now…”

E-rratic took the sponge and applied soap to it. He made her turn around so that her back was facing him and she placed her hands on the shower wall. He started at her shoulders, then he rubbed circles into her back with the sponge. His dick was sitting between her cheeks and his lips were pressed against her ear. After he washed her ass and then dragged the sponge around to the front, cleaning her breasts and squeezing the sponge so that soap could run down her body.

“You look good with my name tatted on your hip.” E-rratic whispered, “That let’s me know that it’s real.”

Y/N released a sigh of pleasure when E-rratic replaced the sponge with a soft rag and some sensitive wash to clean her pussy. With one hand he held her lips open while he gently cleansed her inner folds, careful not to get her piercing caught on the rag. When he was finished, he placed the rag on the side of the shower and turned her around to face him.

“Get your pretty ass in the room so I can have my way with you,” E-rratic whispered against her lips, “All night long, girl.”

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E-rratic had turned the lights off in the room and on the flat screen, wall-mounted TV, he resumed the Hentai they were watching the night before. Joshi Luck episode four titled ‘raw’. That’s how he was getting into that pussy tonight. The episode started off with big anime titties. E-rratic, still wearing his chains, was standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes on Y/N who has her ass in the air. She’s looking back at him over her shoulder, bouncing her ass in his face.

He got behind her and put his face in her pussy from behind. Not wasting any time, E-rratic started sucking her pussy from the back with both hands on her ass cheeks to keep them spread. The sound of slurping and sucking from the hentai and E-rratic had Y/N dripping on his tongue like she sprung a leak. She sat up on one hand and reached behind her to grab the back of his head. She dragged her ass up and down his face and he poked his tongue out so she could ride his tongue.

He could never get over the taste of her. That’s why any chance he gets, he has his mouth between her legs.

I want it like this now,” E-rratic got down on his back, “Get up here.”

Giggling, Y/N climbed over his face and dropped her pussy into his mouth. His eyes never left hers and she loved the way he looked below her. Y/N gripped him by his locs and started grinding her hips in slow motion. E-rratic followed her movements with his tongue all over her slit. She bounced her titties in her hands to give him a show and moaned his name. Behind her, his dick was saluted to the ceiling. A hard pipe to sink onto. She reached behind her to stroke him.

“That dick is so hard. You gonna fuck me good with this, daddy?”

He responded with his lips sucking her jeweled clit between his lips. Y/N let out a string of loud moans.

“The wetter I am, the better it will feel when I’m on that dick,” Y/N looked down at him, “Hurry up and make me cum.”

E-rratic frowned at her and Y/N knew what that look meant. He was going to give her exactly what she wanted and she better not run. He could feel her body tightening up above him. He couldn’t speak with a mouth full of pussy, but she knew to stay right on his mouth. Her beautiful face contorted with uncontrollable emotions and the hold he had on her hips took a lot of strength. His biceps flexed and the veins in his hands almost popped.

“FUCK DADDY!”

He finally let her go and she fell to her back. Wet beard and all, E-rratic stood up and cuffed her legs over his shoulders, dragging her along the bed, taking the sheets with him. Wet, pounding sounds from the hentai caught their attention briefly. When he turned back to look at her, a dangerous look in his eyes, he grabbed his big dick at the base and thrust into her.

“You cum in my mouth like that? Huh?!”

“Shit!” Y/N shouted.

“It’s wet just how I like it,” E-rratic snapped his hips into hers repeatedly.

The overwhelming pleasure had her lost for words. E-rratic didn’t let up. His dick was hitting spots inside of her she couldn’t explain.

“Oh, daddy, fuck, how did it get so far inside of me?!”

“Look for yourself, lift your head up and look!”

She tried but it was too much. The muscles in her body seemed to shut down. She felt tingly and weak all over.

“Hard headed, I said look,” E-rratic cuffed the back of her head, “You listen when I tell you to do something!”

She did her best, lip quivering and all. He would put all that dick inside of her and whenever he pulled out, it would only be a little bit so she could still feel his length. His many iced-out chains clattered against each other with his movements. Whenever he leaned over her body to suck her nipples, her knees would be to her ears and that dick would be balls deep.

The girth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her pussy, his halls slapping her ass, the way he moved his hips, she couldn’t take it all at once.

“Squeeze this dick like that again,” E-rratic spoke close to her ear, “I’ll fuck this hole all night just to feel that shit again.”

“I’m gonna squirt!”

“Oh yeah?!”

He sat up so he could see for himself. Y/N slapped his chest to get him to slow down because the constant in and out over her g-spot was too much for her. It started sounding like he was splashing into a puddle and then soon she was squirting all over him. He withdrew his hips and replaced them with his fingers. Up and down he stroked that spot to get her to squirt again and this time she went into a shaking fit.

“Mm-Mm,” E-rratic maneuvered her body so she was arched, “Ass up. Don’t act like you can’t take any more dick.”

She got on her hands and knees and arched as best as she could. E-rratic smoothed her hair from her face so he could watch her expressions.

“Don’t run. Y/N…ASS-UP.”

He was growing impatient. Groaning and all.

“What I say?” He chuckled but it was out of frustration, “Girl…I wore you out that much? I’m just getting started. One squirt got you tapping out? You should see your back right now…”

She started straight ahead at her reflection.

“Let me get the whiskey.”

She collapsed onto her stomach. E-rratic laughed the whole way into the lounge area to grab a couple of glasses and the bottle of Japanese whiskey. Back in the room, he tapped her on the ass to sit up and he poured her a fresh glass of whiskey. He looked from the glass in his hand to the bottle before shrugging his shoulders and drinking straight from the bottle.

“Drink it all the way down, that’s it,” E-rratic bent his head down and stuck his tongue out to lick her neck, “mmmm…you want some more?”

“Yes,” She held her glass up.

“Daddy was deep in that pussy for real?”

Y/N nodded her head.

“I’m taking it from the back now.”

Y/N finished her second glass, “I think I’m good and turnt now for more.” She smiled up at him.

E-rratic took one more swig of his whiskey and he sat the bottle down next to the TV. Y/N got into position with her back arched low and E-rratic inspected her position, deeming it good enough with a slap to her ass.

“You know your back arched deep when that pussy open from the back,” E-rratic tapped his dick on Y/N’s clit, “You know I wrote a song about you, right?”

He didn’t give her time to respond when he entered her from behind. She gripped the sheets and looked back at him. He locked eyes with her and with only his hips he fucked her, her ass moving like a tidal wave. She could feel him in her stomach. Her eyes went low and she spaced out. E-rratic pressed both hands into her back and cranked that pussy from behind. She could feel the pressure from his hands deep against her back and she couldn’t move.

“I got you now,” He bit down on his lip, “Keep that pussy in the air just like that.”

“Oh my god,” Y/N felt tears brimming her eyes, “You fuck me so good I swear.”

E-rratic smiled at her with his canines gleaming in the dark.

“You throwing it back now? Ahhh shit,” E-rratic slapped her ass from one cheek to the next, “Bounce that ass!”

She couldn’t see the mess she was making on his dick and he wished she could. It was beautiful.

“I love you,” Y/N said between moans.

“I love you too, mamas,” E-rratic replied.

He meant it.

“Aight, daddy ‘bout to cum. Fuck the tip.”

His hands gripped her ass tightly while she slowly bounced on just the tip.

“Shiittt, got my shit leaking, ugh,” E-rratic thrust all the way inside of her, “Take all that nut.”

He groaned and Y/N could feel him throbbing inside of her. As her pussy throbbed, his dick was doing the same. He slowly slipped out and Y/N pushed his cum out so he could see how much he’d emptied inside of her. He used his fingers to push it back in before Y/N grabbed him by the wrist to lick them clean.

“Tell me about this song you wrote?” She batted her lashes at him while licking his fingers.

“It’s called my only fan. You really emptied the clip!” E-rratic laughed in disbelief.

Y/N sat up and grabbed E-rratic by the hips. He looked down at her and stroked her hair from her face with his knuckles, the cold diamonds of his rings causing her to shiver.

“I’m you’re number one?” Y/N asked.

“My one and only.”

________________________________

“The video shoot was cool. Y’all saw the pictures. It was giving relationship!”

“Listen, the amount of tea I have on E-rratic and how he was all over me in Tokyo. His girlfriend won’t know what hit her.”

Tasia Marie was trending all over social media with the piping hot tea she spilled on E-rratic Leader. Her Instagram live went viral along with a few photos from Tokyo. The first photo that she posted was of her straddling E-rratic’s lap in the back of the Porsche. The second photo was of her holding his room key card. The final photo was of her laying on her back inside of his trailer.

“He brought his girl to Tokyo and kept her inside that hotel the entire time. While I was on set getting it in with her man, she was at that hotel crying for help.”

“It’s like she forgot who her man is. The ladies love E-rratic. Why do y’all think he hand picked me to be in the video and not her?”

A popular podcast was trending on social media as well. The podcast is called Bri and Summer. Bri and Summer are two influencers and models who are best friends and came together to start a podcast discussing current topics. It’s nothing original about it, but as soon as the topic became about E-rratic, everyone wanted to know what they had to say:

“This your girl Brianna here!”

“And this is summer!”

“And welcome to Bri and Summer Podcast!”

Brianna kicked it off and didn’t hold back.

“Let’s get into the tea! Y’all know I don’t play around, I get straight to the mess. So, E-rratic is being E-rratic once again, chile! What’s new? He’s a hoe.”

Summer started laughing.

“You can’t tell me his girlfriend—if that’s even what you want to call her—thought that she was special? Somebody give her a hug!”

Summer chimed in, “Your man not too long ago was doing a fan like Melvin did Juanita!”

“He has community dick!,” Brianna argued, “That nigga got y’all bitches reciting lyrics to backseat interlude with y’all pussies barking. I would never let that nigga hit!”

“Hold on now, hold on,” Their male guest from time to time, DJ Quick, cut Brianna off, “Weren’t you one of those girls? Didn’t you go on a date with OCHO some years back?”

“Okay, okay! Let me clear the air! I did go on ONE date with him. ONE. It was cool, I guess. He took me to this fancy Korean barbecue spot in Atlanta and then we went for a drive in one of his sports cars. Wasn’t nothing happening. That was it.”

“Nah,” DJ Quick laughed, “You are really giving off salty vibes, Bri! Did that man diss you or something? He wasn’t feeling it the way you were so now you’re out for blood?”

“Quick, first of all, it’s definitely the other way around. He wanted some of this ass and I said no. He wasn’t feeling it so he dropped me off back at my hotel and blocked me.”

“Damn, that’s messed up,” Summer said.

“Right?! And yet, y’all acting so surprised by the tea Tasia is spilling! Granted, yes, she a groupie just like the next bitch, but I wish y’all beautiful black women would wake the fuck up! E-rratic is not the end all be all.”

“Brianna, if E-rratic and you were in a room by yourself, you telling me that you wouldn’t fold?” DJ Quick argued.

“NO! I’d rather swallow glass before I let that man hit.”

“I heard he was a great lover,” Summer giggled, “I don’t know… I’d let him hit.”

“There you go! Y’all gotta let go of the fantasy. This girlfriend of his from what I gathered, was another crazed fan who got a lucky opportunity to go on tour with him. He’s having fun with her now, but it won’t last. It never does…

If things could take a turn for the worse, it would happen to Y/N. The Tokyo trip was a dream turned into a nightmare as soon as she touched back down in LA. That bitch from her man’s video went to the internet to spread tea about hooking up with Erik. At first, Y/N didn’t believe it, but the pressure got to her, and she started to question everything. Where he was going and with whom? Why was that lipstick stain really on his T-shirt? Is it more than one girl or just her?

Of course he’s pissed. The music video was out and at 100 million views in less than five days, but he knew most of those views were because of the drama. This one proved hard to debunk because he has a reputation of being a ladies man. Before Y/N, he was single and free to do whatever he wanted, SAFELY. All that mess about raw sex with different women was an absolute lie. All the other chicks except for Brianna had never badmouthed him. And Brianna is just a bitter bitch who didn’t get a taste. Now Tasia is spreading lies just because she took a few photos.

He wasn’t going to feed into her trap. She knew he could air her shit out but he chose to ignore her childish antics and press on. The old E-rratic would have been the real villain and ruined her life. Despite her opinion of him, Erik’s fame continued to grow. Y/N didn’t think she would find herself getting into heated arguments with Erik about his whereabouts but here she was on set of a photo shoot sitting in a chair and keeping an eye on him. She never thought she would come to this, but the level of embarrassment she felt from what people were saying about her online got to her.

She couldn’t avoid her friends and family calling her to check in on her. Her mother kept questioning if she was making the right decision being with Erik. As soon as her mother starts to come around, this drama pops up.

“Miss Y/N, can I get you anything to drink?”

Erik’s assistant, Kiesha, a fine ass full-figured woman walked over to her with a bottle of alkaline water, a brand that E-rratic had a partnership with.

“Thank you, Kiesha.”

“Let me know if you need anything else. E told me to keep an eye on you.”

Y/N looked at Kiesha with a curious look, “Why’d he tell you to do that?”

“I don’t know. Just Erik being Erik.” Kiesha laughs.

Oh, so he’s Erik to you now?

“Oh, okay,” Y/N placed the unopened bottle on a table next to her, “Thanks.”

Kiesha smiled at her before walking away. Y/N glared at the back of her head. Why was she acting so fucking weird? Ever since Y/N started coming on video and photo shoot sets with Erik, Kiesha has been moving funny. That bitch better get it together before she ends up on her ass.

Erik was currently doing a shoot for his collaboration with Nike. In just a couple of months, his own Nike Dunk shoe will drop. Y/N was currently wearing a pair with a brown, blue, and green colorway.

Erik was looking too good. Fresh retwist, skin smooth and covered in tattoos, dimples deep whenever he cracked a smile, dressed down in the best shit his stylist could pull together. Y/N couldn’t stay mad at him for too long. Or could she?

Here comes Kiesha with water for Erik. She even unscrewed the cap for him and fed him some water. Erik thanked her and went back to posing. Y/N sat up in her seat and her eyes were on Kiesha like a hawk. What the fuck does she think she’s doing?

“Let me know when you need something, E!!”

E? Bitch…

“Kiesha! Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Y/N’s blood was boiling.

Kiesha sauntered over to her with that same smile she wanted to slap off her face.

“Yes, sweetie?”

Y/N did a double take.

“It’s Y/N. Uhhh, what’s this with you feeding Erik water?”

“Oh, aha, you know, just helping him out,” Kiesha smirked, “Why?”

“Why? Because I don’t like you doing that. He has two hands. He can do it himself.”

“Not while holding the merchandise. Erik—”

“E-rratic.”

Kiesha chuckles, “Mr. E-rratic gets the utmost treatment. I’m just being a good assistant.”

“You don’t need to do all of that. If he wants water fed to him, I’ll do it.”

They started gaining attention from other people on set. Y/N was past the point of giving a fuck. Too often these bitches stepped out of line. And the nerve of Kiesha to do it in front of her.

“He instructed you to stay here. Are you sure that’s okay?”

Y/N blinked at Kiesha like she lost her damn mind. Kiesha raised her brows at Y/N as if she were over exaggerating.

“I’ll speak to him myself to confirm that.” Y/N said with a faux chipper tone.

Kiesha walked away without another word and Y/N sat in her seat fuming. She needed to take a second before she did something reckless. Climbing out of her seat, Y/N walked off set. As she was leaving, she spotted Kiesha talking closely with Erik. Erik looked up and caught Y/N’s eye, his face holding a stony expression. She picked up the pace of her movements and entered his trailer. Taking a seat at his vanity, she exhaled and closed her eyes.

Did she over exaggerate? Was Keisha just doing her job? Whenever Erik does his boxing sessions with his personal trainer, there’s a woman who feeds him water through a squirt bottle. Maybe she was being overly paranoid. Maybe Kiesha wasn’t trying to hit on her man. After all, Kiesha knew Erik before Y/N. She’s his assistant. That has to be enough to be on a first name basis right?

“You got something you wanna tell me, Y/N?”

Y/N opened her eyes to find Erik staring at her through the vanity with his arms folded across his chest. He looked pissed.

“Not really if Kiesha already told you everything.”

“I wanna hear it from you.”

“Why?” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Because I said so. And because we need to talk.”

Y/N avoided his gaze. Erik walked up to her and placed his hands on the back of the chair. He leaned forward so that his lips were directly next to her ear.

“Well? What’s up?”

Y/N jerked her knee frustratingly, “I didn’t like the way she fed you water.”

“My hands were tied up, Y/N. How was I supposed to drink the water?” Erik questioned.

“And she's going to you saying shit like I’m some child. All I did was tell her I didn’t like it and if you wanted water I could do it.”

“You’re not always on set with me, Kiesha is. Kiesha been my assistant since day one. We grew up together, I trust her.”

Y/N clicked her tongue, “She wanna be more than your assistant.”

Erik clenched his jaw, “How you figure that?”

“She just acts too giddy around you. I don’t like it. It drives me crazy.”

“You ain’t have a problem with it before.”

Y/N shook her head, “You’re missing my point.”

“Who do you really have a problem with? Me or Kiesha?”

Y/N finally looked up at Erik. He was staring her down through the mirror with his black eyes.

“Ever since all this shit with Tasia happened you’ve been on my back. What I gotta do to prove to you that it’s only you?”

“Nothing, you ain’t gotta do shit,” Y/N stood up, “I’ll see you when you get home—”

“Nah, uh-uh, you ain’t going nowhere. We ain’t finished.”

Erik blocked her from getting out of her seat. Y/N tilted her head away from him.

“Talk to me,” Erik followed her movements, “I’m serious, open your mouth and talk.”

“…I just feel like you're gonna get tired of me.”

Y/N looked up at the ceiling to stop herself from crying.

“I got my mom in my ear and everybody else. This shit is just too much. I’m trying to be Ray Charles to the bullshit but I can’t stop thinking the worst.”

Erik closed his eyes for a second before he placed one hand on the back of her head, bringing her closer to him. She rests her cheek on his bare chest, her ear directly over his heart. He wrapped both of his arms around her and kissed the top of her head repeatedly.

“You can’t let what people think get to you. I’m not leaving you. You gotta have faith in that, mamas. I ain’t say this shit was gonna be easy, did I? I don’t want nobody but you. The only one I wanna see laying next to me at night is you. The only face I wanna see when I wake up is yours. What I gotta do to cheer you up?”

Erik gripped Y/N by the chin with his hand. She looked up at him with sad eyes and a pout. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Erik still had her chin so he could control her movements. The kiss turned heated and now Erik is sitting in the chair while Y/N is on his lap. He broke the kiss and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Like I said, me and you…”

“Forever?” Y/N pressed her forehead against Erik’s. His hands were rubbing up and down her sides.

“I want this shit forever.” Erik said.

Soon, his hands were doing the same to her ass. Y/N started sucking on Erik’s neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and started thrusting his hips upward. He shut his eyes and moaned in her ear. She was attacking the spot behind his ear with her tongue.

“Why would I fuck this up? You're special to me,” Erik lifts Y/N’s cropped shirt over her head.

“None of those bitches matter. Not Tasia, not the chick from the tour bus, not Kiesha…”

He unclamped Y/N’s bra and smoothed it from her shoulders. Her warm breasts touched his chest and he hissed with pleasure. With both hands, he cupped her breasts and brought them together. Erik rubbed his face all over her breasts back and forth. He spread each breast and rested his face between them. Y/N reached between his legs to stroke him to stiffness.

“I knew that’s what you wanted. You were acting up just so I could fuck you.”

Erik started sucking on Y/N’s nipples one by one. She placed her hands over his hands and watched him enjoy her breasts. He would swipe his tongue between the heft of her breasts and then over each areola.

“Won’t everyone hear us?” Y/N whispered.

“I don’t give a fuck. You know I don’t give a fuck…”

Y/N was wearing a denim skirt so Erik could easily lift it up to her waist and slip her panties to the side.

“Lift up…”

She raised her hips so that Erik could free his dick.

“Fuck me just like this, daddy,” Y/N teased him with a bite of her lip.

With one arm around her waist, Erik tilted his hips up and Y/N sank down on him. Connected, Erik gripped her sides and with his powerful arms, he bounced Y/N at a moderate pace. She braced herself on his shoulders while he controlled her body to drop down on him. Erik would look from the mirror to her face.

“I got that ass clapping…wet fuckin’ pussy…”

“Ooo,” Y/N moaned.

“This ain’t doing it,” Erik picked Y/N up and sat her on the edge of the vanity. He spread her legs and continued to fuck her. She gripped the edge of the vanity when he lifted her hips up. The vanity shook a little and Erik had to keep his eyes on the door. Y/N took one hand to grip him by his chains. He looked back at her, biting down on his lip. When she started to moan louder, Erik stuffed his fingers in her mouth for her to suck on and to keep her quiet.

He looked from her pussy to her face and opened his mouth to spit on his dick.

“Why every time I fuck you, your pussy get wetter and wetter?” Erik questioned with low eyes.

He brought one leg up to his shoulder and leaned in to pound her. Erik covered her mouth with his hand and locked eyes with her.

“What?” Erik raised a brow, “Too much?”

Y/N whimpered when Erik started stroking her clit with his thumb.

Erik’s eyes fluttered shut and then he opened them again to look at the door, “if somebody walk in on us I’m not stopping.”

Y/N’s walls clenched Erik’s girth and he smiled, showing off his gold canines.

“Do it again and watch how I put you next.”

She couldn’t control it. Every time they had sex, she couldn’t control what her pussy did. He blamed her for the spasms her slick walls were doing but it’s because of him that it’s happening.

“Time to put you on your stomach,” Erik slipped out of her and turned her around, “Bend the fuck over.” He said through clenched teeth.

Y/N went flat against the vanity and she could feel Erik lift her denim skirt and rip her panties off. He tossed the shreds onto the vanity and spread her cheeks with one hand. Dipping his hips because she’s much shorter than him, Erik found her entrance and pushed up, slipping inside with ease because of how creamy and wet she is.

“Fuck this dick. Make this dick cum.” He commanded.

Y/N threw it back on him as best as she could.

“For somebody that doesn't wanna get caught, you ain’t following directions,” Erik gripped her by her arms, “You ‘bout to have me blowing your back out in this trailer…”

Erik started pounding Y/N while holding her by the arms. Her head fell forward against the mirror from the force of Erik’s hips. On set, the music was loud so Y/N hoped no one could hear, but she wouldn’t be surprised if they did.

“Damn, this pussy is so good,” Erik let go of her arms and brought one hand around the front of her neck, “Don’t you ever question what we got. It’s me and you, and that’s my last time saying it.”

“I’m gonna cum—”

“Hold that shit in!”

“I can’t! I—ohhhh shit—”

Y/N had Erik’s dick in a vice grip. He groaned and pushed her head forward against the mirror. He could feel warm liquid on his dick and he smiled with satisfaction.

“That’s strike two. When we get home, best believe I’m gonna tear that ass up. I told you not to cum on my dick.”

He slapped her ass rough and brought her to her knees. Erik took it up a notch and slapped her in the face with his dick before smearing his shaft covered in her cum all over her lips.

“Put this dick in your mouth. Teach you a lesson to follow orders…”

Y/N tried to grip his dick but Erik slapped her hand away.

“Mouth. All mouth. That’s what you’ve been giving me lately anyway. Use that mouth to suck this dick.”

She lowered her mouth onto his dick and started sucking. Pussy dripping to the floor and not fully satisfied, Y/N was all jaws and neck. Erik would look from the door, to her, trying his best to keep his composure. Y/N pulled out all the tricks to get him to moan.

“You tryna make me moan, ain’t you? You know I like it when you suck my dick like this…FUCK.”

She savored the taste of him in her mouth. Erik took control with a hand to the back of her head, feeding his dick into her mouth.

“Just like that…just like that…mmm…eat this dick up…Fuuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Erik’s hand shook on the back of her head. Y/N stayed on that dick until she had the last drop of cum. When she finished, Y/N swallowed it all and licked her lips clean. Erik helped her to her feet and he excused himself to the bathroom to clean his dick off before heading back to the shoot. Y/N looked disheveled and she didn’t want to stay on set so she decided to leave.

“Here, take this,” Erik gave her the keys to his Ferrari, “And here’s some money, “Erik dropped a stack into her hand from his duffel bag, “Go get you something sexy to wear for dinner tonight and something lacy. Get yourself a new pair of stilettos too…those red ones with the skinny heel…yeah, the Louis Vouitton pair. Spend this on whatever you want. I’ll have my driver pick me up. We got a special night planned.”

Erik gave Y/N one final kiss. He stopped her before she left to fix her hair and her clothes. Satisfied he popped her on the ass and let her leave.

“I love you!” Erik yelled after her retreating frame.

“I love you too!”

Erik crossed his pointer and middle finger, signaling to her that he was locked in with her and he meant it. Y/N smiled, doing the same with her fingers, before leaving the set completely. Y/N may have thought that Erik would grow tired of her, but he only hoped that she wouldn’t.

She finally filled the emptiness he felt since the first woman to ever steal his heart left this earth. Maybe he could finally start the family he always wanted.

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Arthur.

He sounds very insistent, almost urgent, so Arthur’s response is to roll over on his other side and say half into the pillow, “If you start talking about the ceiling again, I’ll scream.”

-What? No, for fuck’s sake, I want to talk to you.

He huffs a sigh. “Can it wait until morning? John, I’m tired.”

And yet you’re still awake.

There is no good retort to that one, because he’s objectively correct. Sleep is proving evasive, despite how physically and emotionally wrung out he feels. Hell, maybe some conversation would even help ease him into unconsciousness. He shifts again, so he’s lying on his back, looking up at the underside of a roof he can’t see. “Fine. What do you want?”

Back in Addison, it had been… what, from your perspective? A few days?

“If that,” he mutters, somewhat reluctantly.

And already you were… I don’t know. Self-flagellating. You wanted…

“Forget about what I wanted,” he tries to deflect, feeling instinctively defensive. “That’s over with now. It doesn’t matter.”

Just let me talk, dammit! I thought it was… that this was new, that something in Addison brought it on, but back in the Dreamlands you… I’m just– I keep… circling around it, but I don’t… He can hear him trying to wind his way back out of the maze of words. When he speaks again, it’s almost pleading.

Why did you do it, Arthur? Why did you put that dagger to your throat?

“…Oh.” Now slightly mollified, he lets the question sit for a while. It hadn’t quite… occurred to him, that John might not have immediately grasped his intentions. What it must have looked like from an outside perspective. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to die. –I mean I was, but it was… that was a… side effect. The, the method, it was…”

Then what the fuck were you trying to do?

“I… he was– using me against you, John. I couldn’t…” he falters on the words. It’s difficult to put voice to that whirlwind of emotion.

So you thought if you removed yourself from the equation, I would… his voice turns suddenly acidic– what? What happens to me if you die, Arthur?

It’s less of a question than a sharp reminder. And he is reminded, of using this same thing as a whip to make Yellow compliant. A fleeting stab of regret made sharper by John’s sudden silence when he confirms aloud, “The Dark World.” But he presses on– “We- we both go. Or so we believe. And so the King seemed to think, as well.”

Yes, he almost growls the word, his discomfort with this entire subject painfully obvious. That’s why it’s so imperative that we avoid it.

“But the alternative—if I let the King take you, I thought you would… disappear. Forever. That… that John… would be... beaten into submission, and then destroyed. But the Dark World—you would still be… you. And I would be there, too. We could… find each other.”

There is a long silence, and when he finally speaks, he can hear him weighing every word, as if it’s deathly important that he make himself crystal clear. Arthur, the Dark World is… torture unimaginable. Even now, I cannot describe it to you in a way that will… do it justice. It is a hell that stretches on unto infinity.

“But we wouldn’t be alone,” he rebuts, like that’s all he needs to say.

John lets that sit for another long moment, apparently at a loss for how to respond. There’s a weight to his silence that makes his mind whisper unwelcome things—he’s keeping something from you, he’s—but he swallows that thought back. He actually doesn’t want to start another fight, not this very second. He can give John a fucking minute to think.

Finally, he speaks, sounding like he’s turning the words over as he does. You… were trying to… save me.

“Save is a bit generous,” he murmurs in response, lolling his head to one side on the pillow. “Uncharitably, I was trying to keep you. Not as if I gave you a say in the matter. I’m not sure which word you would prefer.”

I– John bites something back, sounding startled. He hesitates, again.

I don’t… want to lose you, either.

He hums, a bit surprised with himself at how pleased he is with that response.

So please, he turns insistent again, don’t make it so that I have to.

“I won’t.” He reaches to his left side, finds the arm and trails down to the wrist, the hand, knits their fingers together. “I promise.”

#the nemesis speaks #swift writes #malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #uh uhhhhh yeah idk man. just a fucking. thing i scribbled down that i kept liking more the more times i read it #so fucking POSSESSIVE these two. the fucking ''i want him safe'' ''you want him back'' from coda #exchanges that make me want to curl up in a hole like a small wounded animal. okay. okay.#mv liveblog

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Vigilance (Chapter 19 Part 1)

Word count: 15.2k

Pairings: I'll just let you see for yourself...

Warnings: Alcohol, Gambling, Smoking, Marijuana, Cursing, Dramatic Themes. Smut Including: Kissing, Touching, Making Out, Light Degradation, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Fingering, Name Calling, Edging, Mentions of Sub/Dom Themes, Voyeurism, Orgasm Denial, Unprotected Sex, Digital Penetration, Pet Names, Spanking. Angst Including: Jealousy, Possessiveness, Toxic Themes. Fluff.

If I missed any please let me know.

This story is a collaboration with my best pal @gretavanmoon.

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LATE FEBRUARY 2022

HER POV

“What’s taking so fucking long?” Sam urges, watching the baggage carousel spin round and round with no signs of your luggage.

“That’s what happens when you’re the last ones on the plane. Your luggage comes off last too.” Danny quips, tilting his head to the side in frustration.

“I… don’t think that’s how that works Danny…” you mumble to yourself with a laugh.

“It’s not my fault that traffic was bad Daniel! The Nashville airport is fucked on a good day!” he replies, tossing his hands into the air.

Elle stands to the side shaking her head at Sam’s annoyance and stares off at the small aircraft hanging from the ceiling. “How do you think they got that through the doors?” she asks, still staring at it.

“Isn’t it obvious? They took it apart piece by piece, walked it through the door and then put it back together.” Jake says sarcastically, tipping his sunglasses down.

Elle turns to face him, stepping closer to the both of you “You’re kind of a smart ass Jacob…” she replies.

“If you want to talk about my ass, you’re better off on twitter, sweetheart.” he winks, and turns away smiling to himself.

“Jake!” you scoff, elbowing him in the side. He turns to you with a devilish grin and shrugs his shoulders.

“Finally!” Sam exclaims, drawing your attention to the new luggage added to the belt.

Jake steps forward grabbing your suitcase and his own. He insisted on new luggage before the trip, stating you would be doing a lot of traveling the next few months and good sturdy luggage was important. Why it had to match his, you weren’t sure, but it did make spotting it a whole lot easier.

One by one you all grabbed your bags and made your way to the pick up area. You followed behind Richard, the bands new day to day manager appointed by the label, out to the pick up location, ready to load your things into the van to take you to the hotel.

You hadn’t spoken to Richard much. You weren’t even sure if he knew that he was your replacement. Did he know what happened with Jake? With Collective? You’d get to the bottom of that later, right now you were just along for the ride until one of the guys needed something.

With stop and go traffic it took about ten minutes to get from the airport to the hotel. But it wasn’t a hotel at all, it was a resort. A massive one. “My god this place is huge!” you whisper, reading the sign that says ‘Mandalay Bay Resort’.

“Have you never been to Vegas, baby?” Jake asks, sliding his hand over your thigh.

“No…I haven’t. Not like this!” you reply.

Elle leans forward and whispers between the two of you, “It’s called sin city for a reason…”

—

After a quick check in, Jake presses the keycard to the door, and you hear the electronic lock open. A rush of cold air hits you as he pushes the hotel room door open. The afternoon sun is shining in a perfect yellow onto the large white bed linens.

The curtains on the window are wide open revealing a perfect view of the strip, all flashing lights and streams of color, even in the light of the day. Plush chairs, a small desk and a mini bar line the walls. You kick your shoes off and collapse onto the fluffy king sized bed, letting out a sigh as your body sinks into the cloud of pillowy fabric.

Jake slides his boots off, and places his hat on the desk, before resting his knee on the edge of the bed and crawling over top of you. You let your arms rest behind your head as his mouth presses a kiss to your exposed neck.

“Remember the last time we were in a hotel room together?” he asks.

“Mmm…In LA?” you ask.

“Not LA…” he says, sliding the sleeve of your shirt down your shoulder. “Try again.”

“Oh. Atlanta…the balcony…” you say, letting your mind fill with the memory.

“There you go…” he croons, kissing the now exposed skin on your shoulder.

“Looks like we don't have a balcony this time…” you say, turning your head to the window.

“Nope. I’m gonna have to get creative.” he says, pulling your shirt back up over your shoulder and standing from the bed.

“What are you doing?” you ask, desperate for his touch.

He adjusts himself in his pants, before offering you a hand up from the bed. “Figured we would go see the place before dinner. Do a little shopping. Explore a little…” he said.

“You’re a tease.” you state.

He raises his eyebrows and smiles, “Something about Vegas…”

—

With shopping bags scattered around the room, you take one last look at yourself in the mirror, pulling up the zipper on your new dress. Seeing it in the shop window you insisted you didn’t need it, but after Jake practically forced you into the dressing room with it, you were walking out of the store with the dress in hand.

“Fuck it looks better on you now than it did in the store.” he says, stepping up behind you, placing his hands on your bare shoulders.

He wasn’t wrong, the navy blue satin sat perfectly on your body, the low neckline had a matching plunge in the back, leaving very little to the imagination.

Sweeping your hair out of the way, he presses a kiss to your spine, sending chills down your back.

“Stop or we aren’t going to make it to dinner. Josh was really excited about this place.”

“Would skipping dinner really be such a bad thing? We could order room service instead…” he says, sliding his hand up the back of your thigh, and under the hem of your dress.

“Yes Jake. We came all the way to Vegas and you want to stay in the room? Imagine what we might miss out on? Plus I’m starving.” you say, shooing his hand away.

“Mmm…me too.” he growls.

Jake!” you scold.

“Alright, alright… Let’s go before I change my mind.” he says grumbling, tucking his wallet into his pocket.

—

It took three elevator changes to find the restaurant, tucked away in the furthest corner of the resort. Josh was practically buzzing with excitement, stating he watched reviews of every restaurant in the resort and this one was the best one.

As the host led your group to the table, you took a seat with Jake in the middle of you and Elle. Sam sat across from you with Josh and Danny. The rest of the team opted for a night at the casino, leaving just your core group to wine and dine tonight.

After a few minutes the drinks began flowing, you and Elle selecting the specialty cocktail as the rest of the guys ordered their usual mixed drinks. Jake threw his arm around the back of your chair as he chatted with Sam, the pre-show anxiety beginning to set in for all of them.

You rested your elbow on the table and placed your chin on your fist as you watched the two of them go back and forth for a few minutes. Sam’s hair had grown a touch longer, a sprinkling of a mustache beginning to grow in, transforming his face from the baby face you knew and loved into a much more striking and angular man's face.

You bit your lips together, as you watched him speak, moving his hands in the way he so typically did when he had a bit to drink, and as his eyes flashed over to yours, he paused for just a touch longer than he should have before looking away.

You swallowed nervously and turned to Jake, who was now caught up in conversation with Elle. Your eyes flashed back to Sam, his eyes trained on you. Neither of you said anything, but you kept your eyes locked on him as you rubbed your lips together to redistribute the gloss adorning them. His mouth parted slightly and you watched his tongue dart out over his lips, as if the phantom taste of you still lingered there.

You broke your eyes away and noticed the waiter coming with the tray of steaming food. You tossed back the rest of your drink and ordered another as your plate was set in front of you.

You felt Jake’s hand slide up your leg and settle there, his fingers giving you a quick pat on your inner thigh as he continued talking to Elle. Turning to look at him, you were met with the back of his head and turned back to your food, catching Sam’s eyes once again.

He raised an eyebrow to you, before dramatically tossing his napkin into his lap. The waiter arrived with your drink, and you sipped half of it down, before grabbing your utensils and cutting into your dinner.

A few minutes later you felt Jake’s hand move from your leg and pick up his drink, throwing back the rest of it with an exhale.

“How is it my love?” he asks, picking up his own utensils.

“Delicious, but mine was hot when I ate it.” you say, making a subtle jab at his long winded conversation with Elle.

You hear Sam chuckle from across the table, and both of you look over at him.

“Something funny Sammy boy?” Jake asks.

“No, no. Nothing at all. He says, swirling his straw in his drink.

Jake scoffs and places a kiss on your cheek before beginning to eat his meal.

You let your hand rest on his thigh, as you enter into conversation with Josh, letting your hand slide further and further in as the minutes tick by. You feel his hand reach for yours, holding you steady before reaching the place you’re searching for.

“Careful darlin’ or I’ll have to take you back to the room right now.” he growls into your ear.

You remove your hand and place it on your lap, laughing at the story Josh has been telling for the last twenty minutes.

When the check is paid you are eager to get Jake back to your room, anxious for him to finish what he started earlier in the day.

“We hitting the tables? The machines? What are we doing?” Danny asks.

“Slot machines baby!” Josh yells, the alcohol clearly working overtime in his system.

“I think I’m gonna go see about this hidden speakeasy.” Sam says, raising his eyebrows. “Any takers?”

“A hidden speakeasy you say?” Jake says, rubbing his chin.

You give him your best ‘No…back to the room’ eyes, but he doesn’t bite.

“Yeah, supposedly it’s tucked away and you have to know just where to go to find it. I did a little reconnaissance earlier today. I think I found it.” he says.

“You know I can’t turn down a little mystery…” Jake says, rubbing his thumb over your shoulder.

You turn to look at him, eyes pleading to take you back to the room once again, but still, he doesn’t fold.

“Eleanor?” Sam says, raising his eyebrow.

“Samuel…” she says, pushing away from the table.

“That’s what I thought.” he says, walking around to meet her.

You and Jake both push away from the table, and you grab your clutch from the chair.

“Just one drink. Then I’ll take you back…” he says, placing a kiss to the top of your hand. Your cheeks already flamed red from the alcohol, grew three shades darker.

—

Sam taps on the bookshelf three times and steps back. Tucked back in a dark corner of the resort corridor sat the bar he spoke of. ‘1923 Prohibition Bar’. The bookshelf swung open revealing a small lounge with dim lighting, a small bar and soft piano music. You all stepped inside and felt instantly transported to another time.

“Okay this is fucking sick!” Sam said, making his way further inside, Elle trailing behind him.

You and Jake followed behind them, his hand resting on the small bare expanse of your lower back.

Making your way to the bar you each ordered a drink and settled yourself on the plush velvet couch and chairs near the piano. Jake sat next to you, and Elle next to him. Sam sat in the chair across from the three of you, crossing his legs at the knee as his foot bounced in time with the music.

The drinks are suddenly hitting the four of you pretty hard, inhibitions lowered and guards down. You’re all laughing louder than you should be, and before you know it another round of drinks has been ordered.

You find yourself turning your body to rest into Jake’s side as you all continue to talk, sipping away at your gin fizz.

“Let’s order a bottle of champagne!” Sam suggests.

“Oh yeah, good idea baby!” Elle encourages. “You like champagne, right Jake?” she says, dusting her fingers across his leg.

His eyes snap to her hand as his breath catches, “Oh, uh, yeah I like champagne.” he says.

Your eyes travel over to Sam who is smiling to himself as he speaks to the waitress, ordering the said bottle.

Minutes later she is returning with a bucket of ice, a bottle of Veuve, and four champagne flutes.

Sam pours up the glasses, distributing them to each of you before making a toast. “Here’s to the girls who do, and here’s to the girls who don’t. And here’s to the girls who say they will, but when the time comes, won’t.…”

Suddenly Jake speaks up, holding his glass out towards Sam, voice thick with desire, “But here’s to the girls most of all, who say they never will. I can’t, I won’t, I shan’t, I don’t… but just for you, I will.”

He turns to you, tapping your glass to his with a wink, as you sip the bubbles down.

A silent look is exchanged between Sam and Jake in that moment. One you can’t quite decipher, despite how well you know both of them. You cast a glance at Elle, who is staring straight at you.

“Come with me, Y/N. I have to pee.” she says, lifting her hand to yours.

She grabs your hand, lacing her fingers with yours as she pulls you towards the tiny bathroom, drinks in hand.

Opening the small bathroom she locks the door behind you, and places her drink on the bathroom counter. Reaching behind her head she unclasps the halter top of her romper, letting it fall to the floor beneath her.

Your eyes immediately flick to her chest, bare as they come, before you turn away to give her privacy.

You hear her giggle, as she pees. “You don’t have to look away Y/N. It’s fine… I don’t mind you looking.” she pauses, standing up and flushing the toilet. “In fact, I’d be lying if I said I haven't had my eye on you all night, wondering what you look like under that dress.”

You turn to look at her, eyes filled with lust, “Oh…” you reply, feeling a blush creep up your face.

She steps closer to you, her top still hanging around her waist, “What, don’t be shy Y/N. We’re just having fun. I’ve always thought you were so pretty. So jealous of the way you looked. Your curves...” she said, running her finger down the strap of your dress, pressing her bare chest against your side. A tingle runs up your spine as her hardened nipple grazes your skin.

“I can definitely see why Sam was so intoxicated by you, you’re a fuckin’ thrill, babe. Such a treat. I wouldn’t want to quit you either.” she finishes, refastening her top, and stepping over to the sink.

Your cheeks are painted crimson at her confession, and your drunken mind is positively buzzing with the unknown. Your eyes lock with hers in the mirror, a familiar sensation thrumming in your stomach.

“I can’t wait to see where this bottle of champagne takes us, it always was one of my favorites to get loose on.” she says, drying her hands.

You lean against the wall, tossing back the rest of your glass, “Mine, too. It always makes me…so carefree…” you say, adding emphasis to your words.

“Hmm. Did Sam know that? Must’ve ordered it on purpose…Carefree sounds like a good theme for the night, don’t you think?” she asks, twisting the lock on the door, and turning towards you.

She brushes the hair off of your shoulder as her eyes drift up your body, “Let’s go get another drink hmm?”

She grabs your fingers and leads you back to the boys, still sitting in the place you left them.

“Look at that, they ordered for us…” she says, bending over to grab the drinks from the table. She hands you yours, and clinks her glass to yours, “...now let’s have some fun...” she giggles, taking a place next to Jake.

Sam is sitting watching Elle as she flits around the table, and your eyes catch sight of the piano across the way.

“You think that thing is tuned correctly, Sammy?” you ask, motioning with your drink towards the old upright.

“Shall we find out?” he says, standing and offering you his arm.

You turn to look at Jake, eyes heavy and posture relaxed, as he gives you a lazy nod.

You link arms with Sam and make your way over to the piano, positioning yourself on the small wooden bench. Sam sets his drink on top, and stretches his fingers over the keys.

“What are you gonna play for me, Sammy?” you ask.

“What do you wanna hear babe?” he asks, pressing a few keys.

“Mmm…something prohibition-y.” you giggle.

“What does that even mean? How about something bluesy instead. That is in my inebriated wheelhouse.” he laughs.

“Whatever you want, as long as it’s for me.” He turns to you, locking eyes like he wants to say something, but instead bites his lips together.

The notes begin to ring out in the small bar, everyone's head turning at the sound of his perfect playing. The piano was, in fact, in tune.

You lean into his side and whisper into his ear, “What is this? I recognize it.”

“It’s called Rhapsody in Blue…it’s Gershwin. One of the ones I play late at night if I can’t sleep. Probably why you recognize it.” he says.

“I like it. It’s pretty.” you say.

“You’re pretty.” he says, nuzzling his face into your ear. “And look at that… you’re in blue.”

You glance down to your dress, “Oh, yeah I am…” you blush.

“Told you it’s for you. Pretty song for my pretty girl.” he breathes into your ear.

You let your hand slide onto his lap, far closer than it should, but as you look behind you, you see Jake and Elle in quite a similar state. Her hand on his arm as she talks closely. You feel a flame of heat rise in your chest, but quickly stifle it back down.

“You know… Elle told me the same thing in the bathroom.” you say.

“I bet she did. She is…quite fond of you. Can’t say I blame her.” he replies.

“So she said. Flirty little thing. Said she knew why you were intoxicated by me…” you whisper.

“Mmm…Intoxicated…beguiled…completely bewitched… If only she knew, huh, babe…” he said, looking behind his shoulder. “In fact…C'mere…” he said, pulling you into his lap. “Put your hands on mine, like we used to.”

As you went to look over your shoulder he stopped you, “They’re in their own little world…Let’s stay in ours for a little while longer...Let me play you another, lover.”

His soft words pierced you right through the heart and you knew nothing could drag you away from him and this moment. You placed your hands on his as he began to move them across the keys, a deep hum of whispered lyrics filling your ear as he sang along to the tune his fingers were producing, in a song meant only for your ears.

‘My funny valentine…

Sweet comic, valentine…

You make me smile with my heart…’

Your heart constricted when you realized exactly what he was singing, and even worse, why. He rested his cheek on your arm as his voice continued to croon the sweet sentimental tune, a low deep grumble of poetic words sang straight from the heart.

‘Your looks are laughable…

Unphotographable…

Yet you’re my favorite work of art…’

You let your fingertips run the length of his skilled fingers, taking in the feeling of his skin on yours.

He bounced his leg softly in time to the music, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“Sam…” you said, the friction against your center causing your head to spin.

“Just feel it baby, we don’t have much longer.” he said, pressing his cheek to your shoulder once more as he continued to glide across the keys. You felt his eyelashes flutter closed against your arm, and you did the same, fully taking in the moment here with him, unsure if something like this could or would ever happen again. As the song draws to a close, he sings the final words, directly into your ear, causing a shiver to run the length of your spine.

‘Stay little valentine, stay…

Each day is valentines day…’

Letting the song resonate with you, you reopened your eyes and you looked again, seeing Jake talking to Elle, closer now than even a few minutes ago and bit your cheek. You pulled your hand away from Sam’s bringing his with yours to settle at the top of your thigh.

“Mmm…” he groans, feeling the heat radiating between your legs. “The most tempting sin, but I can’t finish the song one handed without drawing attention.” he said, pulling his hand back to the keys as his fingers swiped quickly over your center.

“Sammy…” you breathe, rolling your hips just a touch as he continues the slow crooning piano notes.

“Fuck…Don’t. We can’t…” he whines.

“What was it Jake said earlier…I can’t, I won’t, I shan’t, I don’t…” you tease.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he breathes, as you attempt to stand from his lap but his arm wraps around your waist pulling you back down onto his now hardening bulge.

“I feel you…” you say.

“You’re not shocked are you, baby? Give me a minute. Let me have you, if only like this.” he says, playing another short nameless tune with his free hand.

His hand drops and moves to rest on your thigh, sliding up your leg as his finger tips barely dust the place where the hem of your panties should be.

“No panties with this dress? And he gets you all to himself…” he teases, pulling his hand back.

“Maybe it wasn’t for him…” you say, standing up and adjusting your dress.

He stands after you, placing his arm around your waist and pulling you close to let his lips meet your ear one last time, “Stay, little valentine…”

You swallow heavily as you meet his eyes, a silent conversation starting and finishing as you make your way to the bar.

JAKE POV

“What do you think he’s gonna play?” Elle asks you, sitting down on the couch next to you.

“If I had to guess… he will play something he knows by heart, because he’s three sheets to the wind.” you laugh. “So that gives us about five options.”

“Is that true for you too? Can you still play when you’re drinking?” she asks, turning more to face you.

You smirk, “I only play when I’ve been drinking...”

“Of course.” she smirks back.

You both turn to look towards the piano as Sam starts playing, “Ah, Rhapsody. Should have known.” you say, gesturing towards him. “Always plays that. Swear it was the only thing he would play for months after he learned it.”

You turn your attention back to Elle, her dark curls framing her face in the dim light of the bar. “Do you need another drink?” you ask, shaking your glass.

“I’ll have what you’re having, and don’t go easy on me.” she says.

You click your tongue on your teeth, “I never go easy.”

A few minutes later you are returning to the couch, Sam and Y/N still laughing away at the piano. You hand Elle her glass and raise yours to hers, tapping them together.

“Whiskey, huh?” she says, drinking it down with ease. You watch her throat swallow down the liquid, sending a chill through your body.

“Familiar with it?” you ask, tilting your head.

“Raised on it.” she quips.

“Good woman.” you offer.

“Your brother seems to think so.” she smiles, raising her eyebrows.

“My brother has good taste.” you quip.

“Maybe she’s the one with good taste.” she says, looking over to Y/N and sipping the amber liquid.

“I’d have to agree.” you say sipping your drink.

“You may be the rockstar but she’s the smoke show.” she says.

“I’ve loved that woman since I was sixteen years old, before I was ever a rockstar. But she has always been a smoke show. Somehow she loves me back.” you reply.

“How could she not?” she says placing her hand on your arm, causing you to turn your head. “Quiet, mysterious, alluring… what’s not to like?”

A rush travels through your body, something exciting and familiar.

“It’s okay to feel Jake. Feelings are free. It’s when you act on them that there’s a price to pay.” she says, letting her hand fall to your leg.

You feel the blood start to rush to your groin and you look over at Y/N, now sitting on Sam’s lap as he plays a song you know all too well.

A pang of jealousy shoots through you and you let out a strangled breath, torn between tearing Y/N away from Sam, and staying here with Elle trying to regain control of your dick.

“You two are cute, you know. So innocent. At least, she is…For some reason you don’t quite strike me as innocent. Are you? Innocent, Jake?” she asks.

You swallow, “In what way?” you answer.

“Don’t play coy with me Jake... I’ve seen you on stage. You know what way…The only way that counts.” she says, letting her hand slide up your thigh, turning closer to your face.

“Oh, you’re sparkly… come here.” she says, pulling you towards her.

Her thumb swipes over your cheek, and as you breathe in, your senses are flooded by the smell of her perfume. So smokey, so different from Y/N’s. You let your eyes roll back in your head as her chest presses against you. Images of her body flash through your head, and the way her tits are pressed against you has you positively reeling.

Fuck. Pull it together Jake.

She sits back down holding her thumb out, “Just glitter…” she says, flicking it into the air and locking eyes with you. Suddenly you felt something you hadn’t ever felt for Elle.

The blood is rushing and there is nothing you can do to stop it. It’s too late, and now Y/N and Sam are walking towards you. You cross your legs in an attempt to conceal your growing boner, but you’re sure it’s no use.

“Baby!” Elle says, jumping up to wrap her arms around Sam.

“You almost ready babe? I can’t wait on you all night!” he jokes.

“Yeah, let me just say bye to Y/N and Jake, and we can go.”

You watch as Elle grabs Y/N’s hand and pulls her into a hug. A far more intimate hug than you expected to witness, and as Elle whispers something into Y/N’s ear, you watch her cheeks grow pink and you feel your dick beginning to throb once again.

Elle steps away, and walks towards you with a smirk. She kneels on the couch next to you and leans into your ear, “Bye Jake... Take care of my girl tonight…and if you can’t… call me and I’ll do it.”

You let out a huff, and look at Sam who shrugs his shoulders and laughs. He presses a kiss to Y/N’s cheek and tells her he will see her tomorrow and just like that the two of them disappear through the hidden door.

You try to regain your composure as you toss back the rest of your drink.

“You good Jake? You look flushed.” she says, stepping in front of you.

You wrap your hand around the back of her thigh and pull her close to you. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her eyes are dark as they connect with yours, “Take me upstairs and I’ll show you.”

—

Hand in hand you whisked her through the never ending corridors of the resort, searching for the elevator that would deposit you at your room. Your blood was rushing through your body like a roaring rapid, your dick pounding so hard you could hear it in your head. You made no effort to conceal it, it was no use.

Finally tapping the key card to the door you barrel through pulling her in behind you. The door barely slams shut before you’re grabbing her neck and pulling her lips to yours as you press her to the door. Her hands wind into your hair as your tongue swipes across her lips, begging for entry.

As her lips part you bring your hands to the straps of her dress gently sliding the silky fabric over her shoulders to reveal her bare chest. Swiping your fingers across her chest you slap at her hardened nipples causing a moan to leave her lips.

“Beautiful.” you breathe.

Your hands make their way to her side pulling down the zipper and watching as the dress falls from her body and cascades to the floor. You pull away from her, taking in the sight of her, “What do we have here? No panties…tsk tsk…” you say, swiping a finger through her core.

“All for you baby…” she coos.

“Is it? All for me…” you ask, spinning her around and tossing her to the bed.

You grab her foot, gently unbuckling her shoe and tossing it to the floor. “You seemed all too pleased to leave me there on the couch…”

You drop her leg and grab the other, repeating the action of removing her shoe.

She sits up on her elbows, “I don’t know love, you seemed pretty happy on that couch from the looks of it.”

You drop her foot to the floor as you unbuckle your belt, sliding it through the loops of your pants.

“Hmmm… Is that what you think?” you say, tossing the belt on the bed.

She turns to look at it laying next to her, then back up to you.

You raise your eyebrow in acknowledgement, “Answer carefully.”

“Or what?” she challenges.

You shake your head as you unbutton your slacks, letting them drop to the floor, as you pull your shirt over your head.

“I’m waiting…” you say.

“She’s pretty Jake. I don’t blame you.” she says, parting her legs.

“That she is…but she’ll never be you.” you say, crawling between her spread legs.

You lean over her, taking her nipple between your lips, and biting softly as you pull away. Her back arches up off of the bed, a clear sign she is almost where you want her.

“She wanted to take you home tonight…” you continue.

“I know she did.” she says, pressing a kiss to your throat.

“Yeah? She tell you what she told me?” you growl.

“I don’t know, what did she tell you?” she asks, reaching between you and fisting your length.

A fire ignites in your chest, and suddenly all coherent thoughts are gone. “You first...”

You run a finger through her slit, collecting the wetness as you circled her clit. “Go on. Tell me.” A whimper leaves her lips as you circle her bud.

“In the bathroom…she– she said she wanted to know what I looked like under my dress. Said she was– was jealous of my curves…Thinks I’m pretty…” she whined.

“Yeah but you didn’t show her…Did you. You didn’t show her because you know this is mine.” you say, pressing a kiss to her chest.

“She was naked. In the bathroom…I tried not to look…” she confessed.

“But you wanted to, didn’t you baby?” you say, coaxing the truth from her.

“Yeah. I did…” she pauses. “Then as we were leaving…” she whines as you slip a finger inside of her.

“Fuck Jake…” she groans, “She said she could make me feel good… if I would let her…”

Fuck me…

“Yeah? She say that? Make your pussy nice and wet?” you growl.

She didn’t answer, but you could see it written on her face. “I watched you blush. I wondered what she said. I know you want to let her, too.” you said, working another finger into her.

“You wanna know what she said to me?” you ask.

“Yes…” she breathes.

“Told me that if I couldn’t take care of you, she would…Now, where would she get the idea that I can’t take care of you? What would make her think that? Any idea, sugar?” you quip, curling your fingers up into her.

“No! No, I never said that!” she says through a strangled moan.

“You sure? You need a refresher on who takes care of you?” you ask, working her sweet spot.

“Fuck Jake…” she cries.

“A reminder of who fucking owns you?” you seethe.

“Yes! Yes, please Jake! You own me...” she begs.

You pull your fingers from her abruptly, placing them on her tongue, pressing down into the back of her throat. “That’s fucking right. I do. You’re mine. Suck.”

She closes her lips around your fingers sucking her arousal from your fingertips, causing your dick to grow impossibly harder.

You pull your fingers from her mouth and bring them to rest around her throat. “Now, you weren’t a very good girl tonight, were you?” you ask.

Her eyes water, sparkling in the lamp light. She shakes her head and a sly smile crosses her lips.

“How should we correct that? Make sure you don’t slip up and find yourself on my brothers’ lap again?” you ask.

She slowly licks her tongue over her lips, “I don’t know but make it hurt.” she says, voice filled with want.

“Make it hurt, she says… Careful what you wish for my love.” you say, grabbing her waist and spinning her to her front.

“All fours.” you say, slapping her ass.

She quickly manages to find herself on all fours, waiting patiently for you to make your next move. You're practically vibrating with anticipation, this side of you not coming out too often.

You drag a finger through her wetness, circling her clit again as you press your tip to her center.

“No panties… No panties… and to think you sat like that, hot and wanting on Sam’s lap. Do you think he knew you were wet for his girlfriend?” you ask, pushing inside of her.

A moan filled the space of the room as you felt her constrict around you. “You like that? You like talking about Elle as I fuck you?” you say, beginning to snap your hips into her.

“I don’t know Jake, do you like talking about Elle while you fuck me?” she quips.

Your hand comes down across her ass with a searing sting, causing a moan to ripple out of her.

“Watch your mouth or I’ll find a better use for it.” you warn.

You press your hand into her back, forcing her to rest her chest on the bed, giving your deeper access inside of her. “Fuck me… you feel so fucking good. You’re so fucking wet for me, goddamn…” you groan.

“How do you know it’s all for you?” she says.

“What did I just tell you?” you snap.

You begin to fuck into her harder, sweat dripping from your chest.

“Do something about it.” she coaxes.

You snap your hand across her ass once again, “I told you to watch your mouth. Clearly this isn’t getting the point across.”

She reaches out to her side, hand searching for the belt you tossed earlier. Her hand finally finds purchase and grasps it in her fist.

“This.” she breathes.

“This, she says. She begs for the belt, does she? Want me to take you over my knee and help you remember who’s in charge here?” you ask.

“Yes. Please, please!” she begs.

“And she thought you were innocent…” you mumble.

“I’m not. I never was.” she urges.

You pull out of her with a hiss, flipping her over and pulling her up to meet you.

“You sure baby? Once I start there’s no going back.” you warn, looking into her lust filled eyes..

“I’m sure.” she says, pressing her lips to yours.

You grab the belt in your fist, flipping her back to her stomach, and pulling her down the bed. You step off the bed, positioning yourself behind her, rubbing your hand over her already pink ass, before swinging the belt down with a hard crash.

“Fuck…” she cries out, the red welt already forming across her pebbled skin.

Your dick is throbbing to be back inside of her, but part of you knows she wants this. Needs this. To feel completely owned by you.

“Tell me to keep going Y/N.” you say.

“Please Jake…” she begs.

“Say it. Say the words.” you demand.

“Keep going Jake. Do it again.” she whines.

With a deep breath you rear back and let the leather whip against her red skin in another harsh crack. You toss the belt to the floor, spinning her to her back and pressing forward into her. “Fuck. You’re so tight Y/N. So gorgeous. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you only want me.” you beg.

“I’m yours! I’m yours Jake! I– I’m sorry I– didn’t mean to make you jealous I just…” she stammers.

“I’m not jealous. I just…I fucking love you Y/N. Need you.” you say, feeling her tighten against you. “Cum for me. Show me you’re mine. Show me who makes you feel this good. Who takes care of you!”

She pulls your neck down and crashes her lips to yours as she lets go, warmth washing over you as her body tightens around you. As you lean into her neck you're transported back to the bar, the smell of Elle’s perfume swirling through your brain. Y/N’s description of her in the bathroom. The advances you watched her make. It all had you crumbling towards your release.

You pull out of her constricting grip before pounding into her one last time as you spill yourself inside of her. “Oh fuck…” you groan, feeling her continuing to pulse around you. “Fuck Y/N… Anything you want…Anything. Just say the word.” you pant.

You collapse on top of her, pulling her close to you. Both of you struggling to catch your breath as you soften inside of her.

You roll off of her, watching your release spill from between her legs, sending your mind reeling. Did you really just think of Elle as you came? What the fuck was that about?

You walk into the bathroom and start the shower, Y/N joining you a few minutes later. You take special care to soothe the tender skin you laid into earlier, never knowing that was something she wanted. As you wrap her in the fluffy hotel towel and send her into the bedroom, you let your mind travel far away wondering what else she may want, but won't tell you.

—

Pulling the blankets over your shower warmed bodies, you bring her into your side, letting her wet hair cascade across the pillow.

“I love you Jake, more than anything. Anyone in the world.” She says.

“I love you Y/N. Forever, I swear. Nothing could take me away from you.” You reply.

“I hope I wasn't too…rough with you. I know we’ve never done that before.” you whisper.

“You weren’t. It was perfect.” she replied.

“I just… don’t know what you’re comfortable with sometimes.” you admit. “I never want to do anything you’re not completely comfortable doing.”

“I would tell you if I didn’t want to, baby. I swear. Plus, I kind of liked that side of you.” she grins.

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Yeah. You’re hot and you’re all mine.” she says, kissing your collarbone.

“That I am. I meant what I said though. If there’s…anything you want…You just have to tell me okay?” you say.

“Same for you, you know…” she replies, rolling to turn off her lamp. She settles back into your side, throwing her leg over yours.

You run your fingers over her ribs, circling your favorite spot as you exhale. “As long as you’re there, nothing is off the table.”

—

SAM POV

“Sammy babe…wake up…” the sound of Elle’s slightly scratchy voice startled you from an intense dream. “Time to get going, lover…” she cooed in your ear, pushing fallen hair from your face.

“My head…it’s pounding…help me Elle I need an IV…” you blubbered, refusing to open your eyes. She scoffed and laughed. “Did we drink champagne and liquor last night?” You mumbled.

She popped up from the bedside, flitting about the room as you slowly peeped your eyes open. She was fingering through her suitcase, in nothing but a crisp white towel, her hair piled up in a towel on her head.

“Yes, we did. That was your idea, Einstein. Knowing you have a show tonight. Come on, Sam.” She said, not turning her attention to you.

“Why did you let me do that? I feel like shit.” You said, sitting up on your elbows. She rejoined you on the bed, letting her damp towel fall to the floor before she snuck back under the covers beside you.

She pushed your shoulder back down to hit the pillow, the motion making your head spin a little. “Well, Y/N told me it was always her favorite thing to get drunk on…said it made her feel carefree…” she went on, trailing her fingertip up and down your chest, not helping the fact that your morning wood was already raging just from seeing her naked body.

“My guess is you remembered that fact about her…decided to give her no choice but to have some…let her guard down a bit…” her finger dipped down under the sheets, lightly tracing your dick that was already at full attention. “Am I right, Sammy?”

You swallowed hard, your head and your dick pounding. You ran over the thought in your head. “I was just, trying to celebrate. Y’know, being in Vegas, and stuff…” her hand began more intense movement, gripping with a bit more force now.

“Mmm, I think you’re lying to me, baby. Tell me the truth.” She whispered, mouth ghosting your ear.

“I might have…remembered that fact, from a long time ago…” you managed, falling apart at her soft but firm touch. Her hand began moving steadily up and down now, slowly but surely.

Elle giggled in your ear. “Well, I think it worked. I saw you two having fun on the piano over there…looked very carefree…”

Shit.

“We didn’t, it was nothing, Elle..I prom-”

Her hand left your length, and instead her fingertip found your lips, effectively hushing you. You felt a groan leave your chest at the loss of contact. “Shh, Sam. It’s okay. I told you it’s okay, remember? I like watching you flirt with her…”

Her hand returned under the sheets as you arched back into her grip, finding her momentum again as she palmed you.

“Mmm, do you, baby? Like to watch me talk to her, touch her, make her get all flustered?” You went on, turning slightly to pull her up to sit on you. Your hands found her hips, squeezing them in the place you knew she liked.

“I still remember all the ways to turn her on…made some of them up myself, you know. Learned what she likes and doesn’t…what made her go insane for me…”

She leaned down to tower over you, your hands now finding her breasts as she rolled her hips over you. “Tell me, Sammy. Tell me what turns her on, makes her excited.”

Your headache was fading away, as all the blood had now rushed to another part of your body. Elle reached up and took her hair free from the towel, letting the long wet strands fall across her shoulders and back. Fucking gorgeous. Her hand snaked up your stomach and cupped around your throat, squeezing lightly as her eyes bored into yours. Your head flew back into the pillow at the contact.

“She likes that. She likes that a lot.” You huffed out. “She loved it when I wrapped my hand around her throat, made her eyes water…made her beg…”

“Mmhmm, go on…” Elle said, continuing to grind on you.

“She liked being talked to, adored, told how good she was doing…always did so well for me…” you breathed, your heart pounding in your ears. “She liked when I would control her, take over the reins, give her no choice but go with it. Drove her wild.”

Just then Elle sat up, letting you enter her all the way to the hilt on the first thrust. “God, fuck me, Elle…” you strangled out as she began to bring herself up and down on you. She brought her mouth down to your neck, lightly nipping at the skin.

“So she liked for you to fuck her just how I like you to, hmm? That’s really sweet…” she said.

“Ha, there was nothing sweet about it, baby. Only sweet sometimes…fuck you’re killing me…” she began to pick up her pace as your hands dug into the bedsheets. “You’re so perfect, Elle, I swear to God.”

“Oh, so she liked it slow and sweet, too, then? Like this?” She steadied her movements, right as you were about to topple over the edge. “She didn’t like it rough all the time, did she? Liked for you to go slow, let her feel you…did you make love to her Sammy?”

Her words hit you in the guts. How the hell can you answer that? You decided to change up the question.

“She did…like it slow sometimes, yeah.” You flipped Elle over on her side as you parted her legs, sliding one underneath you and one over your hip as you faced each other, lying on your sides. You reentered her, hitting a whole new angle and giving you more access to be in control.

“She liked for me to move her hips for her…hit her impossibly deep…” you groaned as you drove yourself into Elle, keeping eye contact as you spoke. You lifted her leg into the crook of your elbow and held it there, spreading her wide.

“Sammy, shit, you’re so deep...” her face was absolutely wrought with bliss, her mouth hanging open as she hung onto your every word.

You stayed there, letting her feel you brush against her cervix as you began to feel her muscles contracting around you.

“That’s all I’ve got, baby. Right there. Can you feel me there?” You asked as your hand left her leg for a second and felt her stomach, matching your palm to where you lay deep inside her.

“Yeah, yes I feel you there…god baby…” she breathed.

You returned to holding her leg for her. “If I keep going like this, you won’t like me later. You’ll be able to feel it for days, Elle.” You warned, knowing that hitting her that deep in this position might make her incredibly sore.

“I don’t care, just do it, I need you there, fuck, just keep going.” She was gasping for air as you started your movements again, trying to hold back slightly and not hurt her. “I wanna feel you for days, Sammy…watch you up on stage knowing you destroyed me, make it hurt to walk…please…”

Goddamn, this woman…

You followed her instruction, rolling in and out of her, staying buried deep and hitting her as far as you could go. Her sounds became more strangled as you felt her drawing closer to her release, pulling your hair and whimpering into your mouth as she let the white hot heat rush over her, sending her entire body into a fit of shakes and seizes. Her cries could probably be heard from the hallway of the hotel, but you didn’t care.

You were following close behind, your release shuddering through your body, low and blinding, as her hand reached between you to squeeze your balls, making your orgasm all the more intense.

The two of you stayed in the position while you regained composure, a mess of sweat and limbs as you peered into each other's eyes.

“You know I love the hell out of you, right baby?” You said, still out of breath.

She placed a sweet kiss to your lips. “Yes I do. And you know I’m always coming home to you. I’m yours. I swear to it, babe.”

You smiled as you disconnected from her, standing to wipe your face with your hands. You glanced back to her satisfied body, still wrapped up in the sheets, hair damp and tangled.

“You’re a damn angel, Eleanor. I’m getting in the shower. Gotta go play music for some band called Metallica.”

——

“Win anything last night, Daniel?” You asked as you approached him backstage, the four of you gathering to reconvene for soundcheck at the stadium.

“Hell no! Got my ass handed to me on the slots. Josh won $600, though.” He responded, walking toward the stage.

“I sure as shit did! Hit big on the poker table, too. But I put it right back in. Ha ha!” He rubbed his hands together.

“Sounds like you guys had a good time then. I for one am extremely hungover.” Jake went on, rubbing his eyes underneath his sunglasses.

“Same. I feel rough. I drank like 4 coffees and three bottles of water today, nothing has helped. I’m about to hair-of-the-dog it.” You admitted, feeling better than you did this morning, but still not up to par. “I think I need a nap. A back massage, and a nap.”

“Well hell, what did you two get into last night? Stay at the speakeasy all night? A few too many?” Josh asked, fluffing his hair with his fingers.

You glanced to Jake more quickly than you’d ever glanced before, being met with him doing the same.

“Yeah, we…drank too damn much. Then Sam had the bright idea to order champagne. We were…having a good time…” Jake said, letting his voice trail off.

“Ohh, is that right. A good time. Were Elle and Y/N with you all night too?” Daniel inquired, bringing his knowing eyes to yours, licking below his bottom teeth.

“Yep.” You responded, popping the ‘p’.

Daniel raised his eyebrows and walked closer to you. “Hmm. Maybe I’ll hang out with you guys, tonight, huh Sam?” He elbowed you in the ribs.

You began soundcheck, and pushed through your hangover with ease. All you could think about was getting some food, heading back to the room, cranking the AC, and sleeping for a couple of hours before you had to come back.

After wrapping up and placing your bass back in the case, you were standing talking to the guys, making plans for the evening after the show. The plan was to hit the casino again, mingle around the hotel and celebrate.

“What time is it?” You asked.

“10:22.” Jake responded, pulling out his phone.

“Perfect. I can sleep for a little bit.”

You pulled Daniel to the side, away from your brothers. “Listen, I know you said you want to hang out with us tonight, but. If…things actually go where I think they were headed last night, I…you might maybe want to stay with Josh. Maybe.” You stammered out.

Daniel grinned from ear to ear. “Hah! I knew it. I put a bug in your brain the other day, didn’t I?”

“Shut up. Maybe. It was kind of…already presenting itself. Anyway. I hate you for not ever telling me about your wild past with Heidi. But now, I don’t know. Maybe I need your help. Maybe not. I don’t know.” You truly were swimming in uncharted waters.

“Don’t worry about it, Sam. There’s nothing that can go wrong, just. Respect boundaries. Talk, listen. You know. Communicate.” He went on, lying a hand to your shoulder. Suddenly reality hit him in the face. “Holy shit Sam, is this really happening though?! Is…Jake…going too?”

“I said I don’t know, Daniel! Fuck! The way things were last night, and the way Elle talked…I…it could? Things got, extremely flirty. Between…” you gestured your head toward Jake.

“What? Him and Elle?” He asked, whispering.

“They were in awfully close quarters, man. And Y/N, god, she was. Definitely in my realm. This is just. I can’t fucking wrap my head around it.” You said, pulling your sunglasses back down over your eyes, the sun beating down a little too hard.

“Ok, I’ll force Josh to go do other things, as soon as you give me the word. I’ll drag him to a comedy show or some shit.” Daniel said.

You sighed, thankful. “Thank you, Daniel. I love you. This is weird.”

“Love you too. Sure is.” He laughed as you walked back to meet with Jake and Josh.

The four of you hurriedly started to head back to the hotel, and you were already queueing up a doordash order. Suddenly, Richard was by your sides, clipboard and laptop in hand.

“Ok guys, so now we’re going to head to side stage to do a radio interview. We’ll be set up at that table, there, and it’ll be all four of you. See you in ten.” He said.

“Wait, what? What radio interview?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, I don’t…remember hearing anything about an interview…” Josh followed up.

“It was added to your schedules last minute. I sent you all an email this morning.” Richard said flatly.

“Email? You’re joking right? We don’t check that shit!” You added, maybe a little too nonchalantly.

“Well, maybe you should start. It’s going to be our main port of communication from now on.” Richard stated.

“Why can’t you just, I don’t know, text us?” Jake said with heavy sarcasm. “That’s what our last coordinator did. Made things really easy.”

Richard walked toward Jake, cutting him off before he could make another suggestion. “Yes and your last coordinator was fired, wasn’t she, Mr. Kiszka? For inappropriate behavior with a band member, if I remember correctly. And texting isn’t appropriate behavior. We’ll talk through email, just like corporate asks. I suggest you turn on your notifications.” And with that, he was gone.

Uh oh, that was definitely not the right thing to say to Jake right now.

You were all stunned into silence as you collectively looked to Jake, his fists balled and his lips pursed. You could feel the negative energy flowing off of him.

“Okay, well he’s a fucking asshole!” Danny piped up.

“Yeah, a real peach.” Was all Jake could manage, quietly.

Josh rubbed the bridge of his nose. “God, I wish we had some say in who the hell they hire for us. Anyway, let’s just get through this interview. Hopefully it will be a short one.”

“It better be. Or I’m changing the entire setlist to only songs with keys because I don’t feel like standing up.” You whined, semi-serious.

“Maybe you should have played the drums, then.” Danny laughed, punching you in the gut. “Suck it up.”

—

Luckily, the interview only lasted about twenty minutes, and you were happy to be on your way back to the hotel, ready to fight your hangover. You ordered your food for delivery, got to your room, stripped down to your boxers, and cranked the air conditioning to arctic.

You

11:15am: Hey babe, hope you’re having fun with Y/N. I’m gonna eat and take a giant nap. I have an alarm set. See you in a few hours. I love you!

You turned your alarm up loud, and set your phone to do not disturb. You ate your food in under five minutes, and curled up into the plush and cozy sheets to let dreamland take over.

Your sleep was dreamless, and when you were finally awoken by a knock on the door, you found yourself in the exact same position you’d fallen asleep in. Good sleep. You heard the knock again, and drug yourself from the bed to look through the peephole. You opened the door quickly. It was Elle.

“Hey baby, you okay?” You asked, eyes still adjusting to the hallway light.

“Yes, just forgot my keycard in here. How was your nap?” She asked, lying a quick kiss to your cheek.

“It was perfect. I feel a ton better.” You glanced to the clock on the table; you’d slept for two and a half hours. Just enough to get you through the rest of the night.

“Good baby, I’m glad. I’m still pretty hungover, myself but. I’m making it.” Elle laughed. She sat down hard on the bed, removing her shoes and clothes. “My turn to nap, now.” She hopped to the top of the bed where you had just been, covering herself up.

“Y/N is busy backstage helping the crew. She still feels a little bit weird being around everybody after she technically got fired, but. They’re treating her normally, thank god. I think they missed how she ran things, to be honest.”

“Well, that’s good. Hopefully she will still get to keep doing some of that, now that we know about Richard.” You said, standing to stretch and clean up your food trash from earlier.

“What about Richard?” She asked.

“Oh, just that we learned he’s a power-hungry corporate dickwad in the first two minutes we were with him today. I hope he treats Y/N well. He already pissed Jake off once, would hate to see that happen again.”

No, you wouldn't, actually.

“Well fuck, that sucks! You’ll have to tell Y/N to watch out for him.” Elle responded, yawning.

“I think Jake already did, or he was going to maybe after tonight when he could talk in private. Honestly, the whole crew would go to bat for her if something were to be said, anyway.” You said.

“Good.” Elle said, cuddling her face in her pillow. “You ready for tonight?” She asked.

Your brain went on autopilot for a second. You climbed back over to the bed, brushing Elle’s pretty waves from her face. “For the show? Or for after…” you insinuated.

“Hmm…both…” she purred.

“The show? Yes. The after party? Absolutely…” you went on, bending down to touch your lips to hers. “And what are the plans, exactly?”

She turned to her side, facing the wall away from you. “Mmm, I guess we’ll just have to see where the night takes us, won’t we baby?”

——

HER POV

“Y/N, you’re still going to check out our stage fits, right?” Danny said as he spun quickly across the floor, posing to show off his brand new outfit.

Well, you hadn’t thought about it much, if you were being honest.

You stood from your place on the couch. “Yeah, I guess I’ll have to! I don’t think Richard would want to fix your cuffs and tuck your sleeves, would he?” You joked, brushing across his broad shoulders.

He smiled. “I don’t think he would do half the things you used to do for us, actually.”

“I think you’re right. I haven’t been around him much yet, but he seems like he sucks.” You responded as you turned Danny around to inspect the back of his outfit.

“He does. I hope you step all over his toes. Nothing he can do to you. You belong to us now.” He went on in a joking growl that made you giggle.

“Oh, I belong to you now, huh?” You stepped back, laughing.

“Yep. You’re not going anywhere, babe.” He answered with a wink.

“You look perfect, Daniel.” You said, admiring his outfit.

“You look perfect!” He spun away again, heading straight for the drink cart. Oh. That was, sweet.

Just then Josh bounded into the space, filling the area with a radiant energy. “I would say it’s my turn to be checked out, but you’ve probably already done that without my knowledge.” He looked to you in question.

“Ah, guilty. You have been dressed and ready for like three hours, Josh.” You admitted. “You look extremely handsome. I really love that suit.”

Black with shiny gold embellishments, and he had it unzipped just enough to show some skin.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He said as he kissed your cheek. “I’m really happy you’re back with us. So is Jake. Seriously, you’re still making things so much easier for us.”

“I’m glad to be here Josh. I’m not going anywhere.” You said, parroting Danny’s words.

“Hey, where’s Elle? I need her to finish putting my rhinestones on like, quickly.” He asked, looking around. He found her seated in the corner, adorning her own face with stones and sparkles.

“Hey! Can you finish me up? You watched as he sat cross-legged in front of her, patiently waiting to get the rest of his signature look completed. Her hands worked quickly but diligently, using extreme concentration as she glued and stuck the rhinestones exactly where he had mapped them out for her.

You watched as she smiled at his candid talk, goofed with him while she stayed transfixed on the task at hand. Her long hair falling over her shoulder as she leaned into him, making sure the rhinestones fell exactly where they needed to. She sat back and examined her work, comparing each of his cheeks to see that they mirrored one another, then went right back in to her work. You watched as her eyes flitted from side to side, and she stuck out the tip of her tongue ever so slightly when she’d need the extra bit of concentration. Her hand balanced on his cheekbone, and the other on his knee.

“Damn, you’d think Elle was the famous one in the room, not us.” You heard Sam’s sardonic voice break you from your daydream. You felt his mouth come close to the back of your ear. “I know she’s gorgeous, but you might wanna pick your jaw up off the floor before someone notices you staring at her…” he mumbled before stepping away to make a drink with Danny.

Fuck, Sam.

You regained your composure, unaware how on earth you got so flustered just by watching Elle. The next thing you knew, Jake was by your side, scooping you and dipping you low to the ground, laying a wet kiss to your lips. The disorientation from watching Elle, to having Sam in your ear, to Jake turning you upside down and kissing you with more passion than was necessary in company was enough to make your head spin.

When he brought you back up, you caught Elle’s eyes, a devious grin creeping to her face. “You look gorgeous today, baby.” Jake purred quietly in your ear as you held eye contact with Elle. “You excited for tonight?”

You ripped your eyes from Elle’s bringing them to meet Jake’s. “Yeah, I am. Are you?” You answered quietly.

“Mmhmm…more than ready…” he said again, making sure you had balanced back on your feet. Jake walked over to join the guys for a drink, pouring something over his handful of crushed ice.

“I’m starting off a little lighter tonight, guys. Still detoxing from last night.” Sam said loudly.

“Oh, don’t be a wuss, Sam. You took a freaking nap today.” Danny quipped.

Just then, your radio signaled. “Greta Van Fleet- ten minutes to stage, repeat, ten minutes to stage.” You fiddled with the volume and raised your eyebrows to the guys, then joined Elle on the couch.

You watched as they grabbed their drinks, and gathered in their tiny circle, hugging the backs of each other. “Are we ready to head into the ether, brothers?”

—

The Metallica shows were always so wild. The energy at these shows was different; obviously the fan base and crowd were mixed in a way that was brand new, but for some reason, mostly always ended up with everyone completely jamming.

You and Elle stood side stage like you always did, basking in the sounds of your favorite people on the planet doing what they love. She took your hand about halfway through the set, intermingling your fingers with hers as she leaned her head on your shoulder.

You watched as she made eyes to Sam, grabbing his attention and holding it. He raised his pointer finger to wave, and the two of you copied his action, raising your fingers to wave back at him. You quickly realized that he was most likely gesturing to just her, so you brought your hand down in embarrassment. Maybe not, though…the smile that plastered itself across Sam’s face was straight from hell, as he didn’t take his eye contact away from either of you for a solid 20 seconds.

You knew that look. You knew his look…the one you’d seem a million times, the one that said ‘I want you. Now.’ and he was giving it to you both.

Elle squeezed your hand in hers, definitely noticing the same thing at the same time as you. Her body heat was radiating, you could feel all your nerve endings on fire just from her innocent touch. What is this? You were certain you’d never felt this…way before…positive that after last night, you could feel this way a million more times, and it would never get old.

Staring into Sam’s eyes from across the stage transported you back to last night, sitting on his lap at the piano as your hands sat on top of his, effortlessly moving across the keys as the sound filled the air. His knee bouncing up and down between your legs, his hand gently dusting your upper thigh…close but not close enough. Why were you still so starved for his touch? Could tonight be the night you get to feel it again?

Just then, Jake backed up, cutting between the line of vision, his eyes meeting Elle’s. He smirked, tossing his head back as he yelled at his guitar as the music swelled.

“God, he really fucking plays that thing, doesn’t he?” Elle shouted in your ear. “Y/N, he’s got to be a freak, pardon my french.”

“Oh, he is, believe me.” You shyly answered, remembering the welts that had now turned to red bruises on your backside.

“Is he?” She pressed.

You nodded, looking to her. “Not all the time, but…sometimes that Jake comes out to play.”

You could see her satisfied and inquisitive face light up, looking to watch him again. “Now that’s a story I’d like to hear, sometime.” You felt her free hand brush up and down your arm, sending a shiver through your body. Maybe you’d tell her.

The guys played perfectly, zooming through their set without the slightest hiccup. As they kissed the crowd goodbye and exited the stage, you watched as Richard went to meet them, barking some type of strange order that made Josh throw his hands in the air after they separated. You and Elle shared a concerned glance, making your way over to them.

“Fucking rest…? The fuck I will…He can’t tell us what we can and can not do. Haven’t even been off the stage 45 seconds, goddamnit.” Josh howled through the back hallways as you all bustled through to backstage.

When you all gathered in the green room, you slammed the door shut behind you. “What the hell did he say, Josh?”

He threw himself onto the couch while the other three started undressing. “The first thing he fucking said to me was ‘You four should go ahead and head back to your rooms to rest, big day tomorrow.’ No good show, no sounded good, no fuck you, anything. We’re getting on a god damn plane tomorrow to go home. I’m going to watch Metallica, and then go spend all my money on the slots. Fuckin’ go get rest. It’s 9:00, you moron!”

He yelled the last part to the closed door. The rest of you fought back laughter. Josh hardly ever got up in arms over things like this.

He sighed. “I’m sorry. He just, has really gotten under my skin. And quickly, too. I need some tea.”

“Ya know Josh, that explosion just now wasn’t very champagne, caviar of you.” Sam said through a high laugh.

“Fuck you, Sam! In fact, you know what? That sounds good. Y/N, can you radio to crafts to get us some champagne? Sounds wonderful. Let’s celebrate.” He said, his hands flailing wildly.

“Uhh, sure. Yeah, if that’s what you want Joshy.” You responded, reaching for your radio.

“Oh no! More champagne?! I’m gonna be hungover again!” Sam whined, hanging his jacket across a hanger. He looked directly to you and Elle, a childlike smirk finding his lips as he winked and clicked his tongue to you. He knew exactly what that meant.

You radioed for the few bottles of champagne as you heard Metallica take the stage, the deep bass sound booming and filling the stadium.

“Here we go again, hm?” Elle said as she turned back to you, raising her brows. Your stomach flipped with nerves. Just get through the show.

——

Standing side stage, the six of you had begun drinking heavily again, already forgetting about your still residual hangovers. Jake’s arms always found themselves wrapped around you, even after he’d disappear every few minutes to visit with others. Joints were being passed, beers being tossed, a true party happening once again. You felt your vision beginning to slack, your fingers and extremities tingling with every beat of your heart.

Your ears were ringing by the time 'Nothing Else Matters' played; the encore drawing near a close. You and Elle were standing and swaying, the slow acoustic music filling your heavily blurred minds. Suddenly you felt Sam’s arm around your neck between you and Elle, pulling the two of you in to touch his cheeks as he sang.

‘Never opened myself this way,

Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don’t just say

And nothing else matters…’

He swayed the three of you even harder, his tipsy state showing through in his actions as the song went on. You shared a laugh with Elle at his expense as Jake joined your other side.

‘Never cared for what they do!

Never cared for what they know!’

The four of you were screaming to the band, hot and heavy in your embraces as you sang and laughed. The song came to a close, and you felt Sam lean in close to Jake.

“Let’s get out of here before Sandman?” He asked, and Jake nodded.

“You ready, baby?” Jake asked you, and you felt your stomach fall again, the nerves coming back. Why did tonight feel so ominous?

——

JAKE POV

"Yeah, you can tell ol’dick, we are heading back…" you laugh, shaking hands with your guitar tech.

“Yeah you’re heading back alright…” he laughs knowingly.

“See you next go ‘round?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

“Can’t get rid of me fucker…” he laughs.

“Good man.” you say, lifting two fingers to wave as you rejoin your brothers and the girls.

You watch as Elle leans on Y/N, her arm around her waist as she whispers something in her ear.

She really is trying to steal my damn woman.

As you join the group at the loading dock door Y/N spots you and instantly breaks free from Elle and throws herself into your arms, “Where did you go baby? I turned around and you were gone!” she asks, a touch of slur in her words. Ah, the champagne…

“Just went to tell my tech we were leaving, and I’d see him in a few days.” you answer, placing your arm around her shoulder as you all make your way out to the van.

“What are we gonna do when we get back?” she asks.

“What would you like to do when we get back?” you reply.

“I’m feelin’ lucky. Gonna play a slot machine!” she says, rosy cheeks and full of smiles.

You pull your wallet from your pocket, and grab a crisp hundred from inside, handing it to her. “Play to your heart's desire…”

“Do you always carry around big bills like that?” she giggles.

“Not all the time, but we are in Vegas…”

—

The van deposits you at the hotel entrance, and you all file out one by one in a wave of shaky legs and loud voices.

“To the bar!” Josh yells, throwing his pointer finger into the air.

Y/N laughs and follows after him, twisting your fingers with hers as she pulls you behind her.

The six of you make your way to the bar, ordering various drinks and beers and everything you should never drink after a few bottles of champagne, and with the way Y/N was glued to your side you knew it would only take a few drinks until she was past her limit.

“Jakeeeee are you gonna come play with me?” she whines, sipping her drink.

“Play with you? Darlin’, right here?” you laugh, knowing full well what she actually meant.

“Nooo….I mean, yes. Maybe? Wait no…the slot machines…” she laughs.

“I know baby, and yeah, lead the way.” you say, waving a hand at Sam and the guys.

You watch her struggle to feed her bill into the token machine, the two of you laughing as the alcohol starts to enter your bloodstream. Finally the machine begins to spit out her tokens and she collects them all into your pockets with a giggle.

“What machine you want?” you ask, placing your hand on her waist as you spin the two of you around.

“Oh! That one!” she says, pointing to the bright flashing machine in the corner.

You lead the way, pulling her behind you wondering what lady luck has in store for you tonight.

—

It had to have been close to an hour before you found Sam and Elle approaching you where you sat, bringing fresh drinks. You looked to the small table on your left seeing the empty glasses you and Y/N managed to collect over the past hour and cringed. You were definitely going to feel this in the morning.

“Thanks brother…” you said, accepting the drinks from his hands.

“Are you guys almost done? We want to go play at one of the card tables.” he says, placing his hands on hips.

You turn to Y/N, who is watching you, “What do you think babe, ready to go whoop their ass at poker?” you laugh.

“Yeah but let’s make it interesting.” she says deviously.

“How so?” Elle asks.

You raise your eyebrows to Y/N as she answers. “I don’t know, let’s make a bet or something.” she says.

“Let’s go. I’ll think.” Elle says, pulling Y/N up and walking hand in hand as she whispers to her.

You toss a look to Sam, who raises his eyebrows with a smirk.

It seemed the night was only just getting started.

—

Two short warm up rounds were played before the alcohol really started to kick into everyone's decision making. You had won both rounds as predicted, Sam never really having the best poker face. Elle however was giving you a run for your money.

“Okay, let’s play for real!” Sam said.

“Did you think of a good bet?” Y/N asks.

“Yeah Elle, what did you come up with?” Sam asks her.

“We could do money, but that’s too predictable. Where's the fun in that? I thought of something just a little more…enticing.” she finishes, locking eyes with Y/N.

“And what would that be?” you ask, voice low.

“Well… I was thinking, if I win, I get to take Y/N back to my room for the night…” she says, leaving all of your jaws positively on the floor.

Y/N leans over closer to Elle from across the table, “Deal.”

“Woah, hold on a damn second.” you say throwing your hands up looking across the table at Sam. “Sam why the fuck are you smiling. You have nothing to smile about.”

“No. No. I like that bet Jake. It sounds like a good bet…If you know you’ll win there shouldn’t be an issue, right?” Y/N says, running her hand up your leg.

You lean into her ear, cupping her jaw with your right hand, “You know what she’s insinuating right, love?” you ask, hoping to clarify for her.

She turns her head to your ear, letting her lips graze your earlobe, “Oh I am fully aware of what she’s insinuating Jacob…But you haven’t lost a game yet…Will I end the night in your bed or hers?”

You felt your dick grow hard at the possibility of either of those things happening.

“Mine. Always mine. You can fucking count on that.” you say, pushing the hair back from her neck.

“So do it. Win the game.” she says, settling back in her chair.

You were ready to roll the dice. Let the chips fall where they may. What’s the worst that could happen after all?

You lock eyes with Elle, and with a deep breath you extend your hand to shake, “Deal.”

—

An hour later it was down to just you and Elle as the waitress dropped off the third round of drinks. Your brain had grown fuzzy and your eyes blurry. But your mind was still firmly rooted in its one task. Winning this game.

“What’s it gonna be Kiszka?” Elle asks, tapping her fingers on the blue felt table.

You could tell by the sly grin on her face that she thought she had this game in the bag, but you were positive you had the winning hand. Y/N leaned on your shoulder as she raked her hand up and down your leg, grazing your dick on more than one occasion.

“Ladies first…” you quip, raising your eyebrow in her direction.

She looks over to Sam, with a glint in her eye, before laying her cards out on the table.

“A full house…” she smiles cockily.

Fuck. You fucking did it.

“Ahh…” you say, turning to Y/N. “It’s just too bad really. You could have had a lot of fun…I’m sure she’s good… Just not good enough.” you say, flashing your cards across the table.

“A straight flush. Game over, Eleanor.” you smirk.

“Shit!” she says, slamming her fist down onto the table.

Sam laughs a defeated laugh and as you turn back to Y/N you catch the look of disappointment in her eye.

“Sorry to disappoint you sweetheart…” you say smugly.

She swallows back her words as she shakes her head, “No, it’s fine. I knew you were going to win anyways.” she lies.

Damn, she really did want to go back with Elle. Maybe you should have folded?

“Whatever money bags, next round of drinks is on you.” Elle says, standing up from the table.

—

HER POV

“Just get me a water for now, I think I need to hydrate some.” You said as you all approached the tiny and dark-lit bar, club music pounding through the speakers. This wasn’t their normal type of scene…

“Okay, baby.” Jake said as he laid a kiss to your temple, and you drifted off to the bathroom. Elle didn’t see you slip away, so you took a second to rush off and regain your composure. After relieving yourself, you went to the sink to wash your hands and dab some cold water on your face.

Had you really just agreed to go back to Elle’s room if Jake lost? Your best friend…to do…god knows what?

You had, but it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, you were a bit disappointed that he’d won. Where the hell is this coming from?

You looked at yourself in the mirror, pulling out some powder from your bag and freshening your already flushed face. You dried your hands well, and spritzed yourself with a little bit of perfume before heading back out to the bar.

You found the crew sharing the very corner ‘L’ of the bar, an empty seat saved for you between Elle and Jake. You hopped up on the high barstool, your high heels resting gently on the metal rung.

“Damn, you smell fuckin good…” Jake said, bringing his arm around your waist as he leaned to breathe you in. He nipped at your neck, sending a shot of pleasure directly between your legs. You tilted your head to give him more access, then lifted the glass of ice water, sipping slowly from the straw.

“Thank you baby, you should love it. You got it for me.” He looked at you, puzzled.

The colorful lights were bouncing off his face, accentuating his features. “Mmm, wasn’t me. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten you perfume.”

“That was me, babe. Last year, remember? And yes, you do smell phenomenal.” Sam said, leaning behind Elle to solve the mystery. He’d pulled his hair back, letting strands fall freely around his face.

Oh yes. Oops. Wrong brother.

You chugged the water down, desperately hoping that it would help you out tomorrow morning. But you didn’t want to lose your buzz for the night, so you switched back to your regular drink.

The conversation was picking up, and Sam and Jake had moved their barstools closer to you and Elle, forcing you to sit almost shoulder to shoulder. Jake’s hand had found your thigh, rubbing little circles as he occasionally squeezed, each time going higher and higher above the hem of your dress.

“So Jacob.” Elle began as a loud, bass heavy club song began. “Y/N told me something about you tonight. Something I wasn’t aware of.”

Oh fuck, Elle. No. Your face grew hot.

“Oh yeah? And what was that?” Jake followed, swallowing his drink.

“She said that you sometimes aren’t as nice as you seem to be…can sometimes have a little rudeness to you…”

You felt Jake’s body stiffen at her words.

“Remember last night when I asked you if you were…innocent?” She leaned in closer. “Asked you if you ever acted the way you do when you play guitar, off stage?”

Jake cleared his throat as Elle leaned past you. You glanced to Sam. He was chewing on his straw, awaiting an answer from Jake, just as anticipatory as you were.

“Uh, yeah. I remember you…saying something like that…” he answered, losing all of his normal foxy composure.

“Well, you never answered me.” She sat back against her chair, eyebrows raised.

He stayed blank, unsure of what to say.

After a few seconds, he raised his pointer finger to her, motioning for her to lean back into him as their faces met right in front of yours.

“I guess you’ll have to continue to use your imagination, baby.” He sat back, placing his arm across your shoulders again. “Isn’t that right, Sam?”

Sam held his hands up in surrender.

“Or, I guess you could just ask Y/N, she could probably give you every detail you’ve ever wondered about me…hm? Right babe? Funny you wonder those things about me, Elle. Really hyping up my ego here.” You could tell he was trying to get under her skin a bit. Piss her off.

Elle shot back the rest of her drink while Sam resituated himself in his chair, clearly interested in where this conversation was going.

“Of course she could tell me, Jacob. And I’m sure she will. Just like she told me everything about the kind of lover your brother was, too.” Elle spat.

Oh fuck!

Wait, you hadn’t told her many details about you and Sam’s sex life…she’s just trying to get under Jake’s skin now. Hilarious.

Your hand flew up to your mouth, stifling a laugh. Their faces were close to touching now, as you leaned back in your chair and let them bicker. You rested your elbow on the back of your chair, letting your arm hang behind it. Sam was watching from behind Elle, loving the competitive discourse.

Elle spoke again. “It’s funny, from what I’ve heard and experienced, you two are very similar, in those matters. Sorry to you both if that was something you never wanted to learn about each other, but. Here we are. Sharing our truths.”

“So, hm. Did she ever tell you why she came back to me then? And left Sam?” Jake pressed, cocking his head to the side.

“She went back to you because of me, stupid. I came back into Sam’s life. She didn’t leave him.” Elle answered coolly.

Fuck.

“Interesting. So, did she ever tell you which one of us was better then? Give you a little rating system?” He asked.

You knew this was all fun and games, but it was so entertaining that you couldn’t look away. They were going for each other’s throats. Sam turned in his chair, and leaned in closer.

“No, she didn’t. Not sure she ever will. That’s something that’s probably left up for interpretation, don’t you think Jake?” She answered, so close to his face that their noses were almost touching.

Jake’s hand was still on your thigh, squeezing and burying his fingertips into your skin. You looked to his eyes, fluttering back and forth between Elle’s lips and eyes. He wanted to kiss her. Right here.

“Why don’t you guys just scrap out in the parking lot? God…” Sam said, breaking the tension.

They never separated, though. In fact, you could feel Jake’s breathing begin to pick up, see his jaw slide from side to side. Suddenly you felt Sam’s hand grab yours behind Elle, threading his fingers with yours. You squeezed it hard, showing him that you were turned on, too. His thumb massaged your palm, always his signal that he understood your feelings without you having to say anything at all.

You turned your head slightly to meet Sam’s eyes, blown out with anticipation as the skinny straw hung from between his teeth. You were both awaiting their next move.

Jake took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. “I’ll tell you what, Elle. I’ll make this interesting. I’ll let you take Y/N upstairs with you on one condition.”

She sat back. “Ok, and what is that?” She asked.

Jake looked to you, upping the stakes. “Y/N, kiss her. Right here.”

You almost threw up. What?

“What?” You asked, watching as Elle smiled a devious grin.

“Yeah Jake, what?” Elle repeated.

“She’s got to show me that she wants to go back with you. I need to trust that’s what she wants. So, if we’re up here sharing all our secrets, kiss her, Y/N.” Jake went on, sitting back.

Your face flushed, you felt hot. Very hot. And drunk. And excited. You wanted to hear Jake talk to you like that to the end of your days. But most of all, you wanted to kiss Elle. Right here at the bar.

Sam’s fingers were still wrapped up with yours, and you saw Jake glance and see your hands together, before he looked right back to you. “Go on, if it’s what you want. If you don’t, you don’t have to. Elle will understand.”

You swallowed. Sam’s hand squeezed yours again, giving you confidence.

You turned to Elle, who sat pretty to herself in the chair beside you, giving you a look that said ‘you don’t have to, but please do…”

You turned to her, took her chin in your hand, and lightly pulled her toward you, planting a sweet and longing kiss to her lips, leaving yourself there for just a few beats. Your eyes flitted closed as you let yourself enjoy the moment…soft and gentle and easy. You squeezed Sam’s hand, and he returned it. Jake’s hand tightened on your thigh.

Just like that, it was over as quickly as it started. You didn’t feel embarrassed, nervous, or anxious much anymore, instead you felt extremely excited.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Jake said blankly as you separated from Elle, the two of you breaking into laughter.

You released Sam’s hand as you picked up your drink, feeling Jake’s hand rub roughly. “That’s my girl…” he growled into your ear. “Not so bad, huh?”

“He’s just kidding, Y/N. You don’t have to come upstairs with me. But, I’m glad you did that. That was very nice…” Elle cooed as she sipped her drink. You smiled, letting her know that you were glad you did, too.

You cleared your throat as everyone came back to earth. “I never said I didn’t want to go upstairs…” you said almost quietly. Jake shot his head to you, eyes wide, then to Sam. You could tell they were speaking to each other with a look, so you decided not to say anything more.

Jake ordered another round of drinks, and you were feeling sufficiently drunk now, as was everyone else. The music was loud and booming, making you want to move. You didn’t care how, you just wanted to move. You and Jake had split into your own conversation for a few minutes, mostly him whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how beautiful you looked.

Suddenly you felt something hit your elbow that was resting against the bar, something flat and soft. You looked down, finding a small white napkin on the bar. You glanced up to Sam and Elle, who had stood from their seats and were pushing their stools in.

“Tab’s paid.” Elle said, shooting you a wink, and blowing you a kiss. They walked behind you toward the exit, Sam grabbing onto the back of Jake’s neck as they left.

“See ya…” you trailed off, watching them walk hand in hand out the door. You looked down to the napkin again, letting your eyes adjust to it in the dark and flashing lights as you read the messy scrawl.

Holy shit.

You weren’t sure what to do with this. Was this an invitation?

You slid the napkin over to Jake, not saying a word. You tipped back the rest of your drink, letting the ice hit your lips, as you took a little inside your mouth.

His head slowly turned to yours, his eyes wide. “Did they…”

You nodded, crunching hard on the ice.

Jake cleared his throat again. “Uh, okay. Well. What do you, uh... Do you want to…go up? With them? Or. We can go to our room…”

“I wanna go. To their room. If you do.” You answered confidently.

Jake finished his drink, setting the glass back onto the bar top, and grinning as he turned to you, “Okay then. Let’s go.”

Part 2

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