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[jessica-larson]

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[writingbyshiloh]

Cautious yet optimistic and graceful

Part 2 & Part 3

CW: Morally gray reader, Fem!Reader, John Wick type of violence, drinking, Marquis is a bit of an ass, French is not the reader's native language but there are only 2 sentences in French. Both say “City of Lights” but the reader's French is off.(will update as the fic goes) 

AN: if the title is still messed up idk what to say I have been working too many hours. I have parts 2 and 3 planned if there is an interest! IDK French sunset times nor the weather so just roll with it. I also watched the entirety of community s4 so if he's ooc blame it on that. No beta

The other managers have it easier you think. If anything goes wrong in New York, that's okay because New York is gritty. Paris has such a large history and many different names that it is hard to include in one hotel. In Casablanca, Sofia has her dogs with her at all times so the hotel is a bit more laid back.  Maybe you are just bitter because your hotel in Paris is considered to be the epitome of class. 5-star dining, showing off the best French cheeses, hotel complete with a small vineyard for exclusive house-made wines. 

Maybe because you share the city with a very wealthy and powerful agent of the table. Marquis Vincent de Gramont was a thorn in your side. While never made explicit you felt like he had a hand in making you manager. 

Whether it was him wanting fresh blood running and influencing the Continental or your previous weapon (swords, often French by some weird coincidence) when you were still doing hits for the high table pulling on some patriotic thread in him.  The not knowing gave you small comfort.

You liked the concierge though, a woman named Camielle. You were given the option to fire her but declined wanting to make sure someone understood the hotel, at least during your few years running it. 

The gentle buzzing of your desk phone took you out of the work you were doing. Using the back end of your pen you punched the answer button. 

“Marquis de Gramont asked if you're free for dinner tonight. I said yes.” Camielle told her, her French accent coming across even on the phone. 

You bite back a whine. The threat of Marquis visiting always buzzed in the back of your head and you were sure that while not a member of the high table, he had enough power (in many senses of the word) to fully shut down your hotel. You also never spent time with him alone. You would occultly see him at some “business” even that was far and few between.  

You nod your head, before realizing that she couldn't see you. 

“What time? Did he say where?”

“Huit. Eight. He said the rooftop.” 

You thank her before she hung up, probably to help a guest.

Of course, he did. The location was formal, secluded and your favourite. Should you bring a guard? He won’t kill you, business is forbidden in Continental grounds you thought stabbing your pen against the notepad in front of you. 

While replaying the conversation in your head, the realization that he didn’t specify why he wanted to go to dinner hit. 

The rooftop was your favourite place in the hotel. Seeing other parts of Paris made the hotel feel small, like a normal business other than a safe haven for the criminal underworld as well as regular tourists alike. 

You went up early, earlier than the expected time. You could brainstorm what he wanted to talk about. New ideas that you decided to implement to various levels of success? You're planning on something to do with a section of the Catacombs, but no solid ideas yet.

You kept one security guard by the door, to the roof, while Chidi was someone skulking around somewhere. You talked to the chef before and arranged a menu for the evening. If the Marquis didn't like it you were sure that he would implore you to make changes.

His arrival was heard of before you saw him. A small nod from one of your guards alerted you that he was on his way up. You feel your nerves clawing in your stomach, back to fixating on why he wants this meeting.

While you hate to give him credit, he looks good. A suit that only seems to accentuate his long legs, a stunning red suit jacket, with a black tie and vest all over a white dress shirt. The chains across his vest and ring glinted in the light. He wouldn't be Vincent if not for dressing up like this. You slightly deflated realizing this was probably what he was wearing and not something special to see you. 

Bottle of champagne set in the ice bucket, stamped with the Continental embossing. He didn't change your menu so you assumed that he was content with it. Hoping you only had to so small talk with him until the food arrived or he decided to drop some sort of bomb on you.

“The view is beautiful,” he said, gaze burning into you. Wonderful. You have to make small talk before whatever he is here for is here.

You turned your head to see the Elifle tower situated against the evening sky. 

“It is.” you agree as you turn your face back to him, realizing that he never looked at the surroundings, but was looking at you. 

“C’est la ville du lumier”. Maybe the conversation would go faster if it was in french. 

“'La ville lumière'” he corrects you before switching back to English. “You do not use the 'du'”. 

Heat rises to your face after making a small mistake in French. 

“Sorry. My French is primarily used for business.” You let the last word hang in the air, both knowing what you meant. 

“How you do anything is how you do everything, Mademoiselle,” He says changing the subject. 

Like being annoying you think in reference to him choosing to call you mademoiselle, most show you respect by calling you The Manager, keeping with the sister hotels. You take a slow sip of your drink, stalling for anything to say. 

He places his hand on yours. 

“You approached dinner with me like you approach your hotel. Cautious yet optimistic Gracefully.” 

You sit in stunned silence. He gives your hand a small squeeze bringing your attention back to him,

“That is a compliment.” he continues. “It is good to see fresh ideas in the Continental.” 

You thank him quietly, thoughts racing as you try to pull everything together. He likes your ideas? All of the compliments, his hand on yours, the romantic location. Is he flirting with you? Does his speech about the way you do anything apply to him in the bedroom? What would that even be? Still annoying?

He takes a sip of his wine, the movement snapping you out of your perverted thoughts, finally, you find an opening for actual conversation. 

“I was thinking of something underground. With the catacombs? Or something inspired by them.”

You think he mumbled ‘tourist” under his breath but decided to let it slide. He tilts his head indicating you to keep going. 

“And something maybe like a speakeasy?” You saw him about to correct you but you kept speaking “Even though France only banned absinthe.” 

You expected him to be annoyed and you were only half right. Part of him was irritated, the other part proud that you are learning history. 

A slight clearing of the throat grabbed your attention. The food.

“Marquis de Gramont. Manager.” The server nodded toward you both before setting down the plates and leaving.  

The dinner a few weeks ago was the first time you spent time with him one on one (as long as you didn't include his guards). However, a quick mutual liking based on annoying each other took place. Almost like childish flirting, if you thought that he would date. Does he have an arranged marriage? You forbid yourself from googling Marquis traditions and rules. 

And maybe on the side of your friendship, you had a small crush. You tried to avoid it and push your feelings down to nothing, but a flash of his long legs in his exquisite style, or his voice pulls your feelings back to yourself.  

He could just be lonely. You didn't know his exact age but you guessed early 30s. Given the years of practice and training, those successful in your business were older. You were somewhat close to him in age, closer to him than some of the big names. 

Giving in you picked up your phone and punched in one of his numbers. While the phone rang you picture one of his staff bringing him the phone, probably on some kind of silver platter. On the few times you called him before one of his staff answered, asking you why you were calling. 

“Bonjour Mademoiselle. What do you need?” 

Oh shit. That's not his butler. That’s him. 

“Do you know much about wine? And are you free tomorrow night?” You try not to sound nervous and unsure on the phone, but his answering threw off your game. 

“Oui, and oui.”

Taglist: @heartrot666 (it will not let me tag you :-( )

#Marquis de gramont x reader #john wick movie x reader #Vincent de Gramont x reader #ITS DONE!!!!!!!!! wooohooooo #pls be nice the J/ohn W/ick fandom seems to be bigger than my normal 3 people for r/ed

[boxboxlewis]

galex, only four beds, 2k

George said he would book the hotel room himself. Cara was busy, smoothing out the endless administrative details of George’s life, and it wasn’t work travel, anyway—just a little lads’ holiday with Alex, just a stolen slice of time out of time, away from it, in the hot summer weeks when Formula 1 held its collective breath and waited for the season to restart. A spur-of-the-moment thing, after Alex’s plans with Lily fell through. A lark.

Underneath all that was another secret reason for making the booking himself: a sly secret sideways reason. He called the hotel instead of booking online, to make sure they had the kind of room he wanted available. He barely let himself think about the call even as he was making it, most of his attention fiercely directed at the dense weave of the upholstery Carmen had chosen for the sofa he was sitting on. It had a subtle striped pattern, beige on beige.

They were going to Jersey, because neither of them had been, and because Alex suggested it as a joke and then it seemed funnier, somehow, than it should have: the idea of actually going there. “We’re going to lower the median age on the island by about twenty years,” Alex said, the day before they were due to leave, and George, who had looked up “tourist attractions on Jersey” to have in his back pocket in the event of just this sort of cold feet, said “They’ve got these tunnels from WWII, it looks quite neat actually. And you can windsurf.”

Alex raised his eyebrows and said, “All right, eager beaver.” George thought, without meaning to, of the first time he’d had sex with a girl, wanting to like it, for it to be good.

“I’ve got a deal with the Jersey Tourism Board, as it happens,” he said: the less insane part of him. “This trip is actually hashtag spon.” 

Alex laughed, and didn’t suggest cancelling the trip.

They flew from Nice to Nantes, drove a rental car to St Malo, got a ferry to Jersey. “This is very Planes Trains and Automobiles, isn’t it,” grumbled Alex, even though Cara had arranged all the travel, in the end, and George did the driving.

“Oh, sorry, did you want me to teleport us?” George said. “Because I actually left my superpowers back in Brackley.”

“Oh, ‘superpowers’? Bit of a puffed-up nickname for the W14, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, sorry, remind me what you drive?”

They were still bickering as they walked into the hotel. It felt, to George, more like family than any of his own family’s carefully meted affection.

“Heya,” he said cheerfully to the concierge, “booking for Russell?”

The concierge typed something and smiled at them. “Ah, Mr Russell. Of course, sir. Let me get you checked in, sir.” Alex’s face was carefully blank, in a way that was very easy to read if you knew Alex at all, but George preferred this old-fashioned kind of service to what you got at more modern places where the staff all pretended to be friends with you. Although he turned down the porter who offered to help with their luggage; they only had backpacks.

Alex gestured at the wallpaper as they exited the lift and walked along the corridor to their room. “Bloody typical of you, Georgie. ‘I’ll pick the hotel,’ he said. ‘It’ll be fine,’ he said. And then you bring us to a place where they probably iron the fucking newspapers in the morning.”

“No, come on,” George said. He found the door to their room and slid the keycard in. The lock clicked satisfyingly and flared green. “It’s all iPads now, innit. They iron the iPads.”

As they walked into the room Alex started laughing, gratifyingly hard, and George basked in how well his iPad joke had landed. Then he clocked what Alex was looking at. The room was nice, spacious, big windows with a view out over the harbour, and—crisp white linens on the beds: all four of them. Four single beds, arrayed in a neat line.

“This is like the fucking orphanage in Madeleine,” Alex said. “Which two do you want, mate?” He was laughing again by the end of the sentence.

“I don’t—this isn’t what I asked for,” George said. What he’d asked for, very specifically, was a nice big room with a sea view and one king bed and no sofa. He picked up the handset on the desk by the window and called the front desk.

“Good afternoon, this is Reception.”

“Yeah, hi, Room 310. Erm, we have a bit of an issue, to say the least. There are four beds in here?”

“Let me just check your booking, sir. Ah, yes. I see you booked by telephone? And there’s a note here that you specifically wanted four beds?”

“No,” George said. He glanced over at Alex, who was definitely listening. “I asked for two beds,” George lied emphatically. 

“I am most sorry for the inconvenience, sir.”

“Well, we just… we’ll need another room, that’s all.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, sir. It’s the Battle of Flowers this week; everywhere on the island is booked up.”

George dug the hand that wasn’t holding the handset into his pocket and pressed his knuckles into his thigh. “Sorry, the what? The what of what?”

“The Battle of Flowers? It’s—”

“Yeah, I don’t care, actually. I only booked last week, how could I’ve done that if everywhere is so busy?”

“You must have got lucky, sir. Perhaps there was a cancellation.”

George attempted to channel Toto at his most disappointed and scary. “Right. Right. So what are we going to do about this, then?”

“Don’t worry, sir, we’ll get this sorted for you.”

George put the phone back into the cradle. Alex was kicked back on one of the beds, feet dangling off the end. “You know,” he said, “I’m sort of regretting letting you do all the planning for this trip. You did get us return tickets, right? You haven’t signed us up for some sort of murder mystery tour with actual murder?”

“Ha ha,” George said, sitting on the bed next to Alex’s. “Didn’t see you offering to do any planning, did I?”

There was a knock at the door, and they exchanged a look. “This better be a complimentary fruit basket and bottle of champagne,” George muttered, and went to answer it. Two hotel porters came in: not bearing gifts.

“Hello, gentlemen,” one of them said. “Sorry about this mix-up. Right.” He gestured at his colleague, who nodded. Each porter seized a bed and with great stamping and flipping and manoeuvring got it wheeled out of the room into the corridor. 

One of the porters stepped back in and touched the brim of his cap. “There we go, sir. Won’t happen again. Thank you for your patience, sir.” He stood looking at George, who looked back at him.

Eventually George said “Thank you,” sternly, so as to show he wasn’t the sort of person to stand for four beds in his hotel room.

The porter touched the brim of his cap again, and left.

“He wanted you to tip him,” Alex said, voice lazy. He hadn’t left the bed he’d chosen.

“Tip him?!”

“Mm. People tend to like that. Being tipped.”

George sat back down on the bed next to Alex’s. If he reached his arm out he’d touch Alex’s mattress. “Well, that’s rubbish, isn’t it. I’m not going to tip them for messing up.”

“The porters didn’t mess up,” Alex said. It was something he did sometimes, arguing a point just because he could, just to be a shit. George shouldn’t have found it attractive. He didn’t reply, and after a while Alex started laughing and said, “You do realise that, thanks to your phone call, we’ve now got one measly single bed each.”

“We could push them together,” George said, voice casual, as if it didn’t matter. “We could make one big bed. And then we’d both have more room.”

He watched Alex’s foot flex where it was dangling over the end of the bed. Up, down. Up, down. “Yeah, go on then. All right.”

It was harder to move the beds than the porters had made it look, but eventually they managed it, slotting the frames next to each other landscape-style, because they agreed that was likely to be more stable than having them next to each other lengthways. Then they went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner. The food was heavy, French but French through a time machine.

“God, I bet this was the height of fashion in the seventies,” Alex said, poking at his terrine. “The next time I suggest a holiday destination ironically, just whack me on the head, thanks.”

“I think it’s nice,” George said, and Alex snorted. 

“You would.”

George gave him a look that said, he hoped, I’m not flicking a pea at you right now, but only because this is a quite a nice restaurant even though you’re being a dick about it.

Alex flickered his tongue out, and grinned at whatever George’s face did in response.

They went for a walk along the seafront after their meal. “Come on, this is nice, isn’t it?” George said.

“Eh.” Alex scuffed his foot in the sand. “It’s all right, I guess.” He knocked his shoulder into George’s. “Glad this one worked out, you know. After…”

It took George a second to realise Alex was talking about the holiday they’d planned together that Alex had bailed on because he met Lily. He laughed, too loudly. “No worries, mate, all good,” he said. He thought about asking how things were going with Lily, and then didn’t. “Shall we…?” he asked. “It’s getting dark.”

“Yeah, all right, wild child.”

Alex showered first. He came out of the bathroom in his boxers, towelling his hair. Long legs, long arms, his knobbly ankles and wrists, his big feet, his hands. “All yours, mate.”

George’s mouth was dry. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ll just—”

He jerked off in the shower, one forearm braced against the cool ceramic tile, the other hand furious and too-tight on his dick, the way he liked it. His orgasm was much more intense than he was expecting and he groaned aloud with it, too loudly, and then bit his lip as if that might suck the sound back inside.

“You alright in there, Georgie?” Alex called.

“Yeah, yep.” He dressed in briefs and a t-shirt, then took the t-shirt back off. It was warm, in the hotel room. Warm-ish.

Alex was lying on the beds, head cushioned on one arm. “You’ll go blind, you know,” he said, half-smiling. “You’ll get hairy palms.”

George thought for a split-second about denying everything but then tried a grin, awkward with it. “Come on, like you don’t do it.”

“Not usually in a hotel room with my mate,” Alex said lightly. “Question for you, Georgie: how many beds did you ask for? Real answers only, please.” 

George settled himself next to Alex and shut his eyes. “One.”

“Uh huh. Because…?”

“Because I thought maybe if we had to share a bed we would.” George swallowed. “You would, maybe, you’d realise.”

“Realise what?” Alex said, very soft.

“Realise that you wanted me.”

“George.” George felt Alex’s hand brushing lightly over his shoulder, his chest. He tried not to breathe, in case breathing might make the moment stop. “What about Carmen?”

“She’s not—” How to explain everything that Carmen was not? He settled on “She’s not here.”

Alex hummed in response, and pinched George’s nipple. George yelped.

“Not going to ask me about Lily?” Alex’s finger was circling around George’s nipple, so delicate.

“I—I know she’s, I know I’m not,” George said, Alex’s fingertip trailing down his stomach, outlining his abs. “Look, she’s not here either, is she?”

Alex settled himself on top of George, the heavy mass of him pinning George down like a weighted blanket: but even better because George’s weighted blanket had never implicitly promised to fuck him. George hadn’t been pining for his weighted blanket for years. “What do you want, George?” Alex asked. “Is this a one-time thing? Get me out of your system? Or do you want something longer-term?” He kissed George’s neck, lighting it up, sparks straight to George’s dick. “Want to be my mistress?”

George groaned. “Let’s see how good your dick game is, mate,” he said, and grinned when Alex laughed.

“All right, you minx.” Alex ground his hips down against George’s. “Let’s see how well you take it.” He bit George’s lower lip and then kissed it, sweet and lazy. George bucked his hips up.

And then the second bed rolled away from the first, and George and Alex both fell through the crack between up and thumped unceremoniously onto the hotel carpet.

They sat in shocked silence for a moment, and then started laughing. “Right, ok, back to Plan A,” Alex said. “We’ll just share the one bed, I think.”

It was good with Alex, as it turned out: it was everything George hadn't quite let himself hope for, and the price of it was simply that now he was going to be wanting it, all the damn time.

it takes a village to raise a crackfic. thank you to beautiful geniuses @accio-ricciardo for chatficcing this concept with me, @ininininininstayoutstayout for crucial george dialogue thoughts, and @onadarklingplain for her incredibly kind and helpful comments!

#my fic #galex #there were only four beds #cw infidelity #(not between galex) #gr63 #aa23 #TOO MANY BEDS

[anna-hawk]

Getting down to business

Julian Kaye x F!Reader

Summary: You run across Julian Kaye on several occasions at the hotel your friend works at. Each time you see him, you are more and more fascinated by his easy charm. After one specific evening, you finally decide to make a business transaction with him in the hopes that Julian will be able to satisfy you in a way that no other man ever has.

Warning/Tags: oral sex (f!receiving), sex work, shy reader, body worship, fluff and smut

WC: 9.5k // Explicit 🔞

This is written for the Naughty or Nice Bernthirst Prompt Fest. The prompt was on the Naughty list and was “Keep your eyes open, look at me.” with Julian Kaye. Idk whose prompt it is, but I hope that I was able to work it into my initial idea well enough. I definitely had an incredible time writing for Julian, and it's some of the softest, yet still intense smut I've written. And we have a shy reader this time, which is also kind of a first for me.

Happy holidays everyone 🎉

Looking around yourself to take the whole restaurant in again, your eyes fell to the crystal chandelier hanging above the table you were sitting at with your three friends. It sparkled under the soft lights of the venue, giving the place an even more luxurious appearance than the rest of the decor already did. Your eyes travelled away from the chandelier and moved to the bar lying in your line of sight, where a man was sitting at, deep in conversation with the woman next to him. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what about him had attracted your eyes enough that you’d kept looking back towards him every few minutes since he’d sat down, but you’d found him intriguing right off the bat. He’d joined the woman he was still talking to a good twenty minutes ago, and she’d welcomed him with a seductive smile, which he’d returned with a sultry twist to his lips. They were nursing a glass of wine each, taking a sip here or there, as they kept their heads together while they spoke. You had no idea what they were talking about since, even if there hadn’t been some soft music playing, they were too far away for you to hear anything. From the body language, however, it was still pretty clear that they’d be leaving the hotel together. Or maybe get a room. 

You finally returned your attention to your friends, laughing when, Chloe, the birthday girl, got all excited as the waiter arrived with a small cake, three sparklers crackling on top of it. Clarissa, one of your two other friends, worked at the hotel and had managed to secure a table for tonight, the restaurant being fully booked on most evenings. The food was as delicious as expected, and the dessert proved just as good. While you were savoring the rich cream of the chocolate dessert, you glanced back to the man, only to find him standing and holding out his hand for the woman. You watched how she shot him a falsely coy smile before taking his hand and joining his side. 

“Looks like Julian has found a new client,” Clarissa chuckled next to you, and you noticed that she was looking in the same direction as you. 

“Julian?” You frowned curiously at her use of the word client. “Do you know him?”

“Sure. He’s an escort. He’s good friends with the head concierge, and the costumers he brings in are always super rich and leave huge tips. Well… I think they’re this generous because something else is huge,” Clarissa cackled at her joke, while Chloe and Zara snorted. 

Your eyes widened at the information. An escort? Looking him over with a new eye, you thought that he did fit the part. He was dressed to the nines, not a piece of clothing out of place, as was his impeccable hair, while the fitted suit he was wearing perfectly highlighted his body. He definitely looked like his clientele was from the upper crust. 

“Wonder how much a night with him is,” Chloe mused with an appreciative glance over her shoulder to look at the man while the two others laughed. 

“I don’t know, but I don’t think you could hire Julian Kaye with your teacher’s salary,” Clarissa winked at her, and Chloe flipped her off good-naturedly. 

“So he’s that good, huh?” you asked without meaning to as you watched Julian vanish towards the elevators with the woman. So they would be staying at the hotel. 

“From what I heard.” Clarissa shrugged. “I mean, he’s really nice and all, and he’s always super discreet with his clients. I’ve never been able to really overhear them talk whenever I was serving drinks while he was there. I think that’s what the ladies like about him… But rumor is that none of his clients ever left unsatisfied. You only need to see the looks on their faces when they leave,” she chuckled. 

The conversation steered into another direction after that, but your eyes kept returning to where the couple had left, like you were expecting to see them again and witness the proof of Clarissa’s words. Giving yourself a mental head shake as it happened for the fourth time, you forced yourself to stop and spent the rest of the evening steadfastly ignoring that corner of the hotel. 

A few days later, you made your way through the main hall of the hotel and towards the bar of the restaurant, intending to find Clarissa. You’d left a jacket at her place a few weeks earlier and had asked her to bring it today since the hotel was on your way home from work. 

Since it was late afternoon, there was only a low number of people at the bar. Julian Kaye was one of them, however. The man was sitting at the opposite end of the bar from where you were standing. This time, you were much closer to him than the first time you’d seen him, giving you the chance to take him in some more. He was sitting with his profile to you, giving you a perfect view of his chiseled jaw and the straight slope of his broad nose. Your eyes traveled to his lips as he smiled at something he was seeing on his phone, the relaxed expression looking at odds with the flirty smiles you’d seen a few nights earlier. Appearance wise, he looked just as fetching as the other day. This time, he was wearing a dark green suit that flattered his skin tone, and a pair of shiny black loafers. His hair fell slightly into his face from how he was leaning over the phone, but he brushed it back up by sliding his fingers through it. Watching him like this, you had no doubt that this man could have any woman he wanted. 

“Oh, hey, you’re already here.”

You blinked back to reality and turned your head away from Julian to face Clarissa, now standing across from you behind the bar. 

“Uh, yeah, hi, I was done earlier than expected, so I figured I could just grab a drink while I’m here before heading home.”

Clarissa beamed at your decision to stay for a while longer before she returned to the staff room to grab the jacket for you. You thanked her with a smile and plopped down on the stool in front of her. 

“The usual?” Clarissa asked, already reaching for a glass on the shelf behind her. 

You shrugged with a thoughtful look. “Why don’t you surprise me and mix something for me?” 

She grinned brightly and nodded excitedly; Clarissa was always sure to come up with some delicious cocktail. 

After you’d been chatting for some time while she busied herself with cleaning this or that item or serving customers, you suddenly noticed a tall form moving closer to you and a pleasant scent reaching your nose. Turning your head in the direction of the person, your eyes widened when you saw Julian standing barely a foot away from you as he leaned over the bar and towards Clarissa. 

“Hey, Clarissa, could you send us two whiskeys down there, please? Top shelf.” He extended a hand with a crisp dollar bill clamped between his index and middle finger. 

His voice was smooth and low as he spoke. It wasn’t particularly deep, but the soft, almost private sounding tone he used along with his friendly smile had a warm tingle running down your spine. 

“Coming right up,” Clarissa grinned, snagging the bill from his fingers and going to work instantly. 

Julian smiled back, before his face turned a bit and his eyes landed on you. You could feel your face heating under his attention, and were only able to stare at him wordlessly. His head titled faintly to the side as his lips pulled up more to one side. He was smirking at you, but there was only curious amusement in it. 

“You’re Clarissa’s friend?” he inquired, turning his whole body towards you this time. “Think I’ve seen you here a couple times before.”

Your eyes widened slightly at finding out that Julian had noticed you, even if it was only in relation to Clarissa. 

“Oh — um, yes.”

You didn’t get the chance to say anything more, since Clarissa came back with two tumblers of whiskey and pushed them over the dark wood of the bar and towards Julian.

“Here you go.” 

Julian grinned at her and picked the glasses up with a soft “Thank you”, then shot you a light wink before returning to the end of the bar where a woman was sitting. 

“He seems nice,” you mentioned to Clarissa in a completely fake nonchalant tone as you took a sip from your drink, not wanting to give away how curious you were about this Julian Kaye.  

“Julian? Yeah. Like I said the other day, he’s a really nice guy.” She held up the money he’d given her. “And a big tipper too. I’ve stopped trying to give him back any change, and he’s stopped telling me to keep it,” she said with a small laugh, moving to the side to finish the transaction with the till. 

“And the owner doesn’t mind him … working here?” you kept asking, glancing back towards Julian to see his lips pull into a playful smile at what the woman was telling him. He really had a beautiful mouth.

Clarissa shrugged. “It’s LA, right? I guess everyone wins in this situation and as long as there are no issues, no one really cares.”

You nodded, seeing her point. 

“Besides, it’s not like he’s here every night, either. He probably has his regulars here and there, and I know that he’s taken one or two of the women here to some fancy events.”

Humming at her explanation, you chose to change the subject, no matter how much you wanted to ask more questions. 

As you finally made your goodbyes twenty minutes later, you noticed that Julian was standing too and offering his arm to the woman. She seemed to be in her late 50s or early 60s, the plastic surgery she had gotten done making it harder to determine. As you slowly followed behind them to get to the exit of the restaurant, Julian noticed you as they stepped outside. He sent you a small smile and a nod of farewell, which you echoed shyly. You consciously refrained yourself from looking back at where he’d walked off to this time, and headed down in the opposite direction.

In the following days, your mind regularly returned to Julian. And his job. You had no doubt that the man actually had several clients over the whole city. He was beautiful and charming, and the way he looked at the person he was talking to made it seem like they had his full attention. You’d seen it during the two times he’d been talking to either of these women, but also when he’d talked to you. As short as the encounter had been, he’d really looked at you. 

Clarissa’s words also kept repeating in your head: Rumor is that none of his clients ever left unsatisfied. You bit the inside of your cheek each time you remembered that part and thought of his lips, wondering if… but then you shook your head, feeling ridiculous for entertaining that thought for even a second. 

That Saturday evening, you once again made your way through the hotel lobby and into the restaurant, looking for Clarissa. You and the girls were going out tonight, but Clarissa had to work a longer shift than anticipated due to one of her coworkers calling in sick. You’d offered to run by her place and pick up a few things for her so she could change at the hotel, and you’d go straight from there. 

Clarissa watched you approach with a bright smile, making grabby hands at the little bag you’d brought her with her stuff inside. 

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I thought the day would never end,” she sighed as you handed her the bag over the bar. “Thanks, I’ll be out front in a sec. Wanna drink something while you wait?” 

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just sit down over there.” You motioned to one of the small bar tables with your chin. 

Clarissa nodded and ran through the ‘employees only’ door at the back of the bar. 

While you waited, you let your eyes move around the bar, absently looking at the patrons coming in and out of the restaurant. 

“You’re by yourself tonight?” asked a low voice close by, making your head jerk in its direction. 

Julian was standing to the side of your table, smiling down at you with this soft expression that you realized was his natural smile. Today, he’d gone for dark gray slacks and a burgundy button down shirt, the top two buttons undone and the jacket thrown over one arm. Your heart started beating faster at the sight of him and the attention that was directed solely on you. You took in a deep breath to calm yourself, doing it slowly and hoping that Julian didn’t notice it. 

“Uh, no. I’m waiting for Clarissa to get ready to leave.”

Julian gave you a once over, making more heat run over your face and neck. 

“Going somewhere?”

“Uh huh… I mean, yes. We’re trying out this new, uh, restaurant down town and… yeah.”

You wanted to sink through the floor with how awkward you felt. Smooth? You didn’t know them. 

“Yeah? What’s the place called?” 

If he noticed your distress, he didn’t show it. Instead, he seemed so honestly interested that it rendered you to an even bigger stuttering mess. 

“Oh, um…” you blinked a few times, unable to remember the name of the restaurant. “It was, uh… something Italian?” 

Julian’s mouth quirked to the side in amusement, but it wasn’t mocking. If anything, it looked actually sort of fond, which had your heart doing double time. You also had to force yourself to not let your eyes stare at his expressive mouth.

You jerked in your seat at the call of your name a moment later, breaking the spell Julian had put on you with his eyes alone, and swiveled your head to see Clarissa walking up to the table. 

“I’m ready when you are,” she announced with a grin, before she looked at Julian. “Hey, Julian.”

“Hey,” Julian smiled, right before someone called out his name from down the bar, and he turned towards the voice. 

You and Clarissa followed his gaze and found a woman dressed in an elegant jumpsuit waiting for Julian at the entrance of the restaurant. 

“Ladies, if you’ll excuse me… Have a nice evening at that Italian place,” Julian smiled charmingly at the two of you. “It was nice seeing you again,” he added just for you, and the way he said your name at the end had warmth curling in your belly.

Somehow, the simple use of your name also helped you make a choice about something that you hadn’t consciously been thinking about; or rather, not allowed yourself to really think about. 

“You too,” you managed, as you got up and joined Clarissa, a rush of nervousness and exhilaration washing over you at your decision. 

Julian smiled again and gave you a nod while you and Clarissa said goodbye. You watched him walk towards the woman with long and smooth strides, making you instantly picture a panther. 

“Okay, let’s go,” Clarissa said, checking her phone. “Zara just texted that they’re already there.” 

You nodded and followed her as you hurried out of the hotel. 

“What’s the name of the restaurant again, by the way? Josh asked me earlier, but I couldn’t remember,” she asked a minute later, as you walked towards the nearest subway station.  

“Leoncini’s,” you replied automatically, still lost in thought. 

You mentally facepalmed a second later because, of course, now you remembered the name. If you decided to go through with your plan, then you would have to make sure that you would be able to string along more than one coherent sentence. 

Several hours later and after a fun evening with the girls, you laid in bed but were unable to go to sleep despite your tiredness. You felt both absolutely ridiculous, but also incredibly excited about your decision, which had you going back and forth on going through with it or not. 

But you were so curious, and the thought of Julian doing this to you had you squeezing your legs together. The fact that you were paying for his services was the part that made you the most self-conscious. But then, at least you could be sure that he’d take care of you, right? 

Grabbing one of your pillows, you pressed it over your face and groaned into it with exasperation and frustration, leaving it there for a good minute. As you finally removed it, your face now hot from embarrassment and the pillow itself, you stared at the ceiling and breathed in deeply. Once. You were going to do this once. For yourself. 

Deciding on how to approach Julian about the whole thing took you several days of psyching yourself into actually doing it. It was one thing to decide that you wanted to do it, and another one to actually go through with it. One thing was certain, the only place you knew Julian to regularly be at was the hotel, which meant that Clarissa couldn’t be working on the day you went there. Thankfully, you talked about your respective jobs often enough that you knew when she was off the following week. You could only hope that Julian would be there as well, since Clarissa had told you that he wasn’t there every night. 

That Friday evening, you made sure to put extra care in what you were wearing. Julian would probably not be available the same night, which was fine by you, but you still wanted to look your best while making your request. 

Your heart was beating like crazy during the whole time it took you to get to the hotel, and you had to shake out your hands before going in to stop your nervous twitching. With one final deep breath, you walked through the lobby, nodding at the person behind the reception desk since you knew them — hopefully he wouldn’t tell Clarissa about seeing you today — and entered the restaurant. You scanned the bar and the tables lined up in front of it. Not seeing him, you looked towards the restaurant tables, but you were just as unsuccessful in finding Julian. Heaving a sigh, you bit over your lower lip, wondering about what to do. You couldn’t be sure that he would come at all, but maybe he’d be in a little later. With a look at the bar, you chose to take a seat there and have a drink. Thankfully, you didn’t remember meeting the bartender who took your order. 

Nearly a whole hour passed before you started to think that tonight would be one of those nights where Julian wouldn’t show up. You checked your phone for the time again, and sighed, about to get up, when you heard laughter and lifted your head towards the doors. Julian, dressed in a deep blue suit, walked through them with another man, the latter laughing loudly, while Julian chuckled and shook his head. Your heart, which had had the time to calm down in the past hour, found the same nervous rhythm as when you’d first arrived. You closed your hands into fists over your thighs before rubbing your palms over them. Julian was walking in your direction, and you tried to angle your body so he would see that it was you, but also not make it obvious that you were hoping that he’d see you. Picking up your second drink and surreptitiously glancing up from under your lashes as you watched them come closer, you saw Julian listening to something the other man was saying while letting his eyes drift over the room. Recognition sparked in his eyes as his gaze landed on you. You met his eyes when his lips pulled into a smile, and sent him a small one in return. 

“Hey, how’re you doing?” Julian asked, stopping at your level. 

“Good, thank you,” you smiled, turning your glass in your hands before stopping the nervous motion. 

Julian looked around the bar and tilted his head. 

“Clarissa here?” 

Your eyes widened briefly at his question. Of course, he supposed you were here for Clarissa again. 

“Uh, no, she’s off today.”

Julian’s eyes went back to you, but you were unable to meet them. You stared into your glass instead. 

“Julian?” asked the other man after a beat of silence. 

You lifted your eyes again to see Julian looking at the man and nodding. 

“Have a good evening,” Julian said with a small smile directed at you and began walking again. 

Shit. You’d had the perfect opportunity, but you totally blew it by not engaging more with him, and now he was walking away. 

Feeling like a fool, you stared at his slowly retreating back and sighed loudly.

“Julian!” 

Julian looked back at you with the same surprise that you were feeling, since you hadn’t consciously decided to call out his name. Tightening your jaw with new resolve, you put your drink back on the bar and slid from the stool to take a step in Julian’s direction. 

“Do you maybe have a minute?” 

Frowning slightly for a second, Julian shot a look towards the other man. 

“I’ll join you later,” he told him. 

The man gave you a quizzical look, but agreed and continued on alone.

With his hands in the pockets of his pants, Julian slowly walked back to you, stopping a few feet away. 

“What’s-”

“Could we do this somewhere more private?” you cut in, nervously glancing around you and wringing your hands. 

Frowning again and squinting at you curiously, Julian motioned for you to follow him out of the restaurant and towards a somewhat secluded alcove. 

“What can I do for you, Sweetheart?” 

Your heart missed a beat at the endearment. By the way he was looking at you and his soft tone, Julian was clearly concerned about your need to talk to him. It took you another second to find your voice again and get your thoughts in order. 

“Okay, so, um… First off, I need this to stay between us. Clarissa can’t know, okay?”

Julian nodded slowly, one eyebrow lifting questioningly. 

“Of course.”

Nodding as well, you blew out a loud breath and uttered a small, nervous laugh. Now or never.

“Right, so…” you stalled for a second before powering on. “I’d like to… um… hire your services?”

Now both of Julian’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline, as he’d clearly not expected anything of the sort. His head tilted to one side as he considered you, his back straightening and his hands going back into his pants. 

“And what kind of services would you like?” he wondered, taking a step closer to you as his voice lowered, turning more private. 

Willing the heat of embarrassment suffusing your face away, you bit over your bottom lip and glanced into his eyes before looking away again. 

“I would like you to make me come with only your mouth,” you replied quietly, forcing the blunt words out so there wouldn’t be any doubts about what you wanted or expected from him. 

Julian was quiet for a moment before he spoke again. 

“That’s it? Nothing else?” 

Looking at his questioning eyes, you nodded with a one-sided shrug. 

“I’ve never been able to get there with my previous partners, so,” you trailed off with another self-conscious shrug. 

“Then you haven’t been with any decent men,” Julian said with an unimpressed look on his face at the knowledge that seemingly no one had made enough of an effort for you. 

A small, surprised laugh escaped you at the vehemence in his tone. 

“Maybe, I don’t know, but…” you sighed. “I tend to, you know, always be too much in my head. Like, I can’t fully let go, I guess.”

Julian observed you quietly for a few seconds. 

“What makes you think it’ll be different with me?”

You’d asked yourself the same question, so the answer came quickly this time. 

“I suppose, well, hope really, that since there’s no pressure whatsoever for anything else beyond that, I’ll be able to, well, get out of my head.” You laughed under your breath. “And I have more confidence that you know what you’re doing.”

Julian chuckled at the last part, and he hummed thoughtfully. 

“And when would you like this to happen?” 

“So you agree?” you asked, eyes wide at his easy acceptance. 

He huffed out a small laugh of equal surprise and let his eyes travel over you. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

Heat blooming on your face, you looked away with a small smile. 

“Well… I’m usually free on any nights, so… Whenever you’re free, I guess… And,” you hesitated for a second? “What do you charge for that?” 

Julian pulled out his phone from the inside of his jacket and scanned it for a minute. 

“How about tomorrow?” he suggested, throwing you a brief look over the top of his phone as he typed. 

“Oh… um, okay.”

“Here okay, or you wanna go somewhere else?” 

You’d thought about that and even considered asking him back to your place if he agreed, but you’d quickly decided that you’d rather it happen somewhere neutral. You laughed nervously.

“Here would be fine by me, but I can barely afford more than two drinks here once in a while without having to eat cup noodles for the following week. So paying you and a room…” you laughed with a grimace and let the end of the sentence unspoken, the meaning clear without you voicing it. You were in a luxury hotel, and the drinks definitely followed the general rates of the establishment. Only Clarissa working here got you a small discount. “I’ll have to think about-”

“Tell you what… I can usually get a room here without problem,” Julian told you with a smile. 

“Oh… Really? I guess… If you’re sure, then that would be… great.”

Nodding decisively, Julian shook his phone and motioned it at you. 

“Can I have your phone number?” 

“Oh… Yes, sure.”

You recited the number while Julian typed it into his phone, then your own vibrated in your purse.

“I sent you the rates,” Julian explained as you pulled your phone out of your purse. 

You stared at the price popping up in the texts. It was expensive, but far less than you had expected, which was a good thing. Looking back at Julian, you gave him a succession of quick nods of agreement. 

“Um… how… do you prefer your payments? Do I wire them or, um… ugh, I’m sorry for being so awkward about all this… I keep feeling like I’m going to say something really offensive and ask the wrong question at some point.” 

You huffed out an exasperated laugh and rubbed your palms over your arms. 

“Don’t be,” Julian smiled gently, leaning forward to catch your gaze, which you had averted during your muttering. “Never anything wrong with asking for what you want. Any woman should be taken care of the way she deserves to. That’s what I’m here for.”

You bit your lip at the heartfelt words, and gave him a small, grateful smile for putting you at ease. 

“As for your question. Wired, cash, however’s fine by me,” he added. 

“‘kay… Is there something… I should… be aware of? Like dos and don’ts?” 

Julian considered you for a little moment and shook his head minutely. 

“Think about what you’ll be comfortable doing. Or me doing to you. I’ll follow your lead. But we can always go with the flow, see how I can get you out of that pretty head of yours.” He pointed at your forehead with a small chuckle. 

“Oh… yeah, okay.” 

Your breathing ticked up a notch at his words. 

“Right… Wanna meet in this spot tomorrow around 9?”

“Yeah,” you stopped yourself from saying okay again. You couldn’t remember how often you must have said it tonight, or any variation of it.

“Good,” Julian smiled, pocketing his phone. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” 

“Tomorrow,” you smiled back, nodding. 

With a last nod of goodbye, Julian turned around and walked back into the restaurant, leaving you to stare after him with a still baffled expression. This was actually going to happen. You were going to have that gorgeous man’s mouth on you. A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. 

When you woke up the next morning after barely getting any sleep the previous night from all the excitement and nervousness of what was to come, you started wondering if going to the hotel was the best idea. What if someone recognized you and saw you with Julian, only to tell Clarissa about it? Sure, it was none of her business, but you still didn’t feel like sharing what you were going to do with her or any of your two other friends. You couldn’t be sure that they’d understand; it was quite an unconventional request coming from you. 

After lying around in bed for an hour and going back and forth with your emotions on the matter, you finally put a lid on all of it and decided to just go for it. It was only tonight, you’d be discreet and even if someone saw you, what did they actually know that wouldn’t be anything more than wild assumptions? With a decisive nod, you got up and went about your day, trying to push any thoughts of that evening to the back of your mind so they wouldn’t distract you too much. Which you weren’t that successful at since you weren’t working and hadn’t planned anything in particular except for doing some chores. 

By the end of the day, you were a nervous wreck and only managed to go through the process of getting ready on autopilot. Before you knew it, it was ten minutes to nine, and you were, once again, standing in front of the hotel. Quickly going through the lobby and avoiding the reception desk just in case, you arrived at the alcove and found Julian already standing there. He was leaning against the wall, his stance relaxed with one ankle crossed over the other, while he looked at his phone. He’d gone for a charcoal suit with a dark red button down shirt. You swallowed at the outfit, as well as at his sharp jaw that looked freshly shaved and at his nose that scrunched up in thought. That gorgeous man would be yours for the night.

Julian’s head lifted as you came closer, his hair falling slightly into his eyes from the motion. Your breath caught as he smiled, one side of his mouth pulling up more than the other. 

“Hey,” he said and turned to you, taking a few steps in your direction to meet you halfway while his eyes swept over you. “You look beautiful.”

“Hey,” you replied in kind, except that it came out breathless and almost inaudible. “Thank you,” you managed after another breath, your face feeling hot. 

“Is there something you’d like to do before we go up or…?” Julian inquired, putting his hands in his pockets, but still leaning closer to you. 

“Um, no, I think I’m good,” you muttered, trying to get your heart beat under control. 

Julian nodded with a small smile and extended an arm in the direction you were going into before leading the way. As you silently followed him to the elevators, you glanced down at his hands that were still sitting in his pants. He hadn’t touched you at all. He’d come closer, as he’d done yesterday evening, talked in a seductive voice, but he hadn’t touched you, keeping his hands to himself at all times. As excited for that to change as you were, you realized that he was doing it on purpose and clearly for your sake, considering how he hadn't refrained from touching his other clients. You felt immeasurably glad about him picking up on you being apprehensive of being touched in public. Thus far, Julian had been incredibly professional about everything. He had been surprised by your initial approach, but as soon as he’d understood what you were looking for, he’d never acted in any way or said anything to make you feel uncomfortable or ashamed about what you were asking for. You rode the elevator in silence, but you noticed that Julian was giving you furtive glances every few seconds. It wasn’t until you’d walked up to the suite’s door — yes, he’d gotten you a goddamn suite — that Julian finally spoke. 

“Just so we’re clear. Anything that is going to happen in this room, or not happen for that matter, is fully up to you. You choose that we stop here, that’s totally fine. Got it?”

You stared into his brown eyes, gentle and honest. Was your nervousness that obvious? You scoffed internally. Of course it was. You must have been fidgeting non-stop since the moment you’d seen him. 

“Got it,” you replied, infusing as much determination into your voice as possible. You did want this, after all. 

Julian nodded with a small smile and pulled a key card out of the inside of his jacket. He pressed it against the door handle, a click sounding instantly as the door unlocked. Taking a step to the side, Julian motioned for you to do the honors and open. With one last deep breath, you pulled down the handle and stepped into the room, only for that breath to whoosh out of you a second later as you took in the room. It was a small apartment rather than a room; it had a small living room dividing the room into two areas, a large bathroom showing through a door to the left, a balcony to the right, and the bedroom across from the entrance. The bed was bigger than any bed you’d ever slept in, and everything in the room showed off what a luxurious place the hotel was. 

“Please tell me you didn’t pay for this just for me. Julian, that’s-”

“I didn’t,” Julian assured you with a faint smile. 

You stared at him dubiously before looking around you again. 

“You got this for free?”

Julian shrugged noncommittally and walked to the mini fridge sitting next to the small couch to peer inside. 

You opened your mouth to insist on the matter, since you didn’t want Julian to pay any extravagant amounts of money for you, but Julian beat you to it. 

“Let’s just say that I have an agreement with the head concierge. This suite was available tonight, so he gave it to me.” 

You suddenly remembered Clarissa saying something along those lines during Chloe’s birthday dinner, and nodded, accepting the explanation. Julian smiled again as you slowly walked up to him while scanning the room and looking out at the city lights twinkling through the balcony doors and the bedroom windows.

“Do you wanna drink something?” Julian asked after he’d shrugged out of his jacket and let you take everything in. 

You looked back at him and then the mini fridge, which wasn’t that small for a mini fridge. 

“No, I’m fine, thanks,” you said softly, glancing at the couch and putting your purse on it. Biting your lip, you removed the envelope with the money from the purse and placed it on top of the fridge. 

Slowly returning your eyes to Julian, you saw him observing you quietly and not even glancing towards the envelope. You tried not to fidget as much as you wanted to under his attention, although your hands twitched at your sides as you forced yourself not to cross your arms. 

“Can I touch you?” he asked quietly, tilting his head minutely as he locked his gaze with yours.

“Well, considering what's supposed to happen, I think that you will have to touch me, yes,” you laughed awkwardly and bit over your bottom lip.

Julian came closer, standing toe to toe, and lifted a hand to stroke his fingers along your neck and to your nape. 

“I meant like this.” 

His voice was low and intimate and sent shivers down your spine, as did his fingers on your already hot skin. 

“Oh… um… yes, sure,” you breathed, unable to speak more loudly than a rough whisper.

He smiled, something soft but hiding more. You definitely wanted to find out about what this more entailed. 

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes were on your mouth, which parted in surprise at his question. 

“Isn't there like — I thought — Shit, I must sound so stupid but… is it, like, a misconception of mine or… I always kinda thought that kissing wasn't… part of this?” you babbled, as your brain tried to deal with his request and the idea of him kissing you.

Julian chuckled, amused, and stroked his thumb along your chin. 

“I'm not pretty woman.” 

You laughed under your breath and sucked in your lower lip, some of your anxiousness leaving you at his easy joking.

“No… but you're definitely a pretty man.”

Julian's mouth moved into a sweet and genuine grin before he leaned in closer until his lips were only an inch away from yours. 

“Some people don't like kissing. And I don't kiss all my clients… But I'd like to kiss you very much, if that's okay.” 

His voice was husky and soft, and you were unable to do anything more than stare into his brown eyes and nod. He smiled, soft and pleased, and moved in.

His lips grazed over yours and your eyes fell shut at the feeling. You slowly moved your lips against his, following his lead, as he alternated between pressing them more firmly against yours or retreating until the touch was barely there. Just as slowly, his other hand curled around your waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. It was only then that you finally lifted your hands as well. You slid them up his back and held on to the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder blades. Your grip tightened as Julian tentatively stroked his tongue along your top lip, requesting access to your mouth. Access which you willingly granted. You made a small sound at the first touch of his tongue against yours. How could he make you already so weak in the knees with only a kiss? What would happen when he got to what you were initially paying him for? When his mouth slid towards your jaw, you instantly tilted your head to the side and moaned at the feeling of his teeth teasing along your skin. He ultimately stopped at where your neck met your shoulder and gently sucked at the spot. 

“That okay?” he asked, his rougher voice making you shiver. 

“Uh huh,” you panted. 

After a minute of this, Julian’s mouth climbed up your neck again to reach your lips. 

“Can I undress you?” 

Your eyes opened a fraction as your fuzzy brain tried to process his question. As you bit your lip, Julian’s eyes slid to your mouth, before they returned to yours with… Could it be desire? Instead of contemplating what his look could possibly mean, you finally nodded in silent agreement before whispering a tiny, “Yes.” 

Smiling, Julian kissed you again and rendered you just as breathless as earlier before he even began going for your clothes. He slowly pulled you forward as he walked you towards the bedroom, his lips and tongue still drawing moans and sighs from you. As you reached the bed, Julian pressed one last kiss against your lips, then stepped around you until he was standing at your back. He started removing every piece of clothing with slow and deliberate care, while his mouth teased at your nape and shoulders or behind your ears. Your entire body was wracked by shivers the further he went, until you were a trembling mess once he had you fully naked. His large hands slid over your sides and to your stomach, the heat and touch of them making goosebumps rise in their wake. 

“Julian,” you gasped softly, not exactly knowing what you wanted to say. His name just fell from your lips at the gentle care he was handling you with. 

“You’re so responsive,” Julian said with a note of wonder, as his fingers trailed up your chest and tickled between your breasts. He let out a soft chuckle as you arched your back and pressed your head against him when he circled his index fingers around your areolas. “So responsive.” 

You exhaled sharply and moaned when he took both nipples between thumb and pointer finger and pinched them just the tiniest bit. By now, you could feel the dampness between your legs, and pressed your thighs together as Julian continued his sweet exploration. When you had asked him to make you come with his mouth, you had expected him to do just that; get you on a bed or couch and literally go down to business. Nothing more and nothing less. You certainly hadn’t thought that he’d treat you basically like a lover, touch you in ways that had never gotten this kind of reaction out of you. He’d commented on how responsive you were, but you had never reacted this way with anyone before, which either really said a lot about your previous partners or about Julian’s talent. Maybe a bit of both. One thing was certain, if this was the service he was giving to all his clients, then his reputation was no surprise. At all. 

As one of his hands moved down your belly and towards your hips, he paused as he reached just above your mound. 

“Can I use my hands too, or just my mouth?” he asked against the shell of your ear, getting yet another shiver out of you.

A wave of heat ran through you, and you felt yourself getting wetter still at the idea of having his fingers right there. 

“Yes,” you breathed, before realizing that this didn’t answer his question, and you swallowed before you elaborated as best as you could. “Your fingers.” 

Julian smiled against your skin, then licked his way down your neck and back up. 

“Spread your legs a bit for me?” 

Despite your shaky legs, you did as asked and widened your stance, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt against your bare back. Julian hummed pleasantly and wrapped his arm around you just under your breasts before he let his other hand continue down its original path. Your mouth parted for your gasped out breaths as Julian slid two fingers between your legs to stroke them along your outer lips, as if testing your response. Both of your hands went to the arm around your chest and gripped it, as Julian moved one of the fingers to your center to gently slide it through your folds. 

“I think I’ll have a lot of fun making you come,” Julian said in a low tone, as he repeated the motion and lightly circled over your already pulsing clit. 

You keened at the touch, your head falling forward as Julian kept teasing and teasing over the same spot, the touch featherlight but still managing to light your nerve endings on fire. All through the haze of need, you still realized that Julian hadn’t said “try to make you come”, instead, he was clearly confident that he would. By how this was going, you were less and less uncertain as well. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and get comfortable on the bed?” he suggested after a minute.

Thankfully, and Julian probably knew to do it from experience, he didn’t pull back from you immediately after his request and let you gather your bearings enough to no topple over once he wouldn’t be behind you anymore. He slowly let go of you and let you walk out of his space in your own time. If you were honest with yourself, you could have stayed right where you had been all night, as long as Julian kept talking and touching you the way he’d done so far. Now that he wasn’t touching you anymore, a bit of self-consciousness returned, which stopped you from looking at him as you moved towards the bed and reclined on top of it, feeling suddenly exposed. Especially since he was still fully dressed. 

“Look at me,” Julian said softly. It was a request, not an order.

It was this small difference that made you do as asked. You slowly met his gaze, and saw him smiling at you tenderly as he knelt on the foot end of the bed. 

“You’re beautiful, Sweetheart.”

You uttered a surprised and shaky laugh and closed your eyes for a moment. When you looked back at him, you gave him a small smile and managed to relax against the pillows. Clearly pleased by your reaction, Julian pressed his other knee to the bed as well and moved up until his was kneeling in front of you. You’d bend your legs at the knees but had squeezed your thighs together. With his eyes on your face, Julian leaned down and placed a small kiss on each of your kneecaps, a tiny smile on his lips. The act had you giggling lightly and exhaling a deep breath. Your lips parted as Julian’s hands drifted down the outside of your thighs, only to move back up again, the touch soothing but also turning you on some more. You observed him as he kept pressing kisses along your knees, silently waiting for you to part your legs. As soon as you did, Julian shot you a pleased smile and proceeded to do the same thing he’d been doing to the outside of your thighs, but on the inside this time, and with his mouth. Air rushed past your lips at the ticklish yet arousing touch. You were unable to tear your eyes away from Julian’s head as he went further down until his mouth stopped at the juncture between hips and thighs. You were panting in anticipation at the idea of Julian finally moving to your center, except that he had other plans. He quickly turned his head to the other side and did the same as with the other leg but in the reverse, kissing his way up, until he was back at your knee. The small smirk he sent you had you groaning and squeezing your eyes shut. He was teasing you deliberately, and you had to admit that you liked it a lot. Your stomach quivered with need. Julian knew how to drive you high without even touching you where you needed him the most. 

“Julian,” you breathed, as your fingers gripped the comforter at your hips. “Please?” 

Julian ducked his head and shook it with a small, affectionate laugh. 

“So responsive,” he mumbled, as if to himself. “Keep your eyes open,” he added with one last glance at you, before he knelt down all the way and pressed a long kiss against your mound. 

Your mouth fell open as his tongue slowly flicked out and made its way down your outer lips. He traced patterns over them in such a way that you had no idea what he would be doing next; up, down, left, right, but never in the same order. At the first pass of his tongue through your folds, your eyes opened wide and the air came whooshing out of your throat sharply, accompanied by a surprised moan. Julian went slowly, taking his time as he drew his tongue over every part of you, leaving nothing untouched. When he began suckling at your lips teasingly, one of your hands automatically went to his head, your fingers gripping his soft hair. 

“So — sorry,” you gasped at Julian’s grunt, and instantly let go of his hair. 

Before you could retreat your hand all the way, Julian’s own hand shot out to snatch your wrist and pull your hand back to his head. 

“Go ahead,” he said, looking up at you with intense eyes. 

He spoke against your flesh, and the rush of air and small vibrations caused by his words had you uttering a small gasp. Licking your lips, you slid your fingers through his hair again. He had you tightening your grip again a second later when, with his eyes still on you, Julian sucked your clit right into his mouth. You cried out at the unexpected move and the pleasure coming from it. Your hips bucked into his face, and you had the need to apologize for that too, but Julian only groaned and held you tighter to him with his arms around your thighs. He took it easy after the first initial suck, clearly wanting to take his time there as well and not overwhelm you. You were grateful for that, since you were still unsure if hard and fast could do it for you, no matter how aroused you were after the foreplay. He still kept your hips from moving too much, making you take his ministrations with just the right intensity. As he nibbled around your lips before tonguing your clit with light strokes, you felt one of his arms let go of your legs and the hand moving to under your thigh. 

“Only my mouth, or can I use my fingers too?” Julian asked again, except that this time, he meant if he could use them at the same time. Just the thought had you moaning without meaning to. How could you say no to having his talented mouth and gorgeous hands on you? 

“Both… I want… both,” you got out, panting rapidly. 

With his eyes on yours, Julian used his thumb to slowly rub through your drenched flesh, moving it up until he could press it against your clit and circle it a few times. You whimpered, unable to look away from him, and moaned long and high as he slid the thumb back to slip one of his large fingers inside you. As the second one followed, this time, you couldn’t keep your head from falling back and closing your eyes. Julian kept his fingers barely moving for a few seconds, before he had your eyes flying open again when his mouth descended on your clit to flick at it with the tip of his tongue. He sucked and lapped at his continuously, while his fingers started moving for real, curling against your walls with each plunge in and out. 

You were… a mess. 

Julian had transformed you into a moaning and begging ball of need, your fingers flexing in his hair or the comforter as your hips moved against his mouth and fingers on their own accord. It was with both surprise and no surprise that you felt the tendrils of your orgasm assembling in the spots where Julian was touching you. You could feel them coiling together, gathering and getting bigger and warmer as your belly contracted, and your legs began to shake without your control. 

“Julian,” you gasped, sounding nearly panicked at the idea that he could stop and rip this feeling away from you. 

But Julian never relented. He worked his mouth and lips like a magician with his best trick, his fingers adding the last element that had you suddenly flying over the edge with a shocked gasp as your hips bucked. Everything went white and silent as the peak of your orgasm hit you, pleasure of the most intense kind you’d ever felt with someone else being the only thing that registered with you. After the more intense part began to fade, you felt Julian kissing the inside of your thigh as he spoke to you in a low and soothing tone. Words of praise hit your ears and made your body glow with another form of pleasure. You slowly opened your eyes as you felt Julian coming to lie next to you on the bed, and turned your head to gaze at his smiling face. Since you were still drifting on the pleasure, you couldn’t even feel any form of embarrassment at the sight of his glistening nose, lips and chin. Julian reached across your body and pulled at the comforter to tug it around you. You smiled drowsily at the gesture and the softness of the fabric against your cooling skin. Julian held himself up on an elbow and put his head on his palm as he watched you. Despite the messy hair, which you were responsible for, the flushed and shiny face, and the wrinkled dress shirt, Julian still looked as gorgeous as always. Maybe even more so because he looked utterly relaxed and at ease. That thought had you wondering about Julian’s needs. Did he get aroused while doing this? Should he do something about it? Or maybe he didn’t get turned on at all and- 

No.

You forbid yourself from letting your mind go down that road. This wasn’t a relationship. Julian didn’t have to get turned on by any of it. This had been about you, and Julian had gone above and beyond what you could have ever expected from this. 

“Do you ever get actually turned on when you do something like that?” you asked anyway, your mouth not listening to your brain, apparently. “Wait, no, don’t answer that. I didn’t mean to ask this,” you groaned as you closed your eyes, and cursed under your breath. 

Julian didn’t seem fazed and chuckled softly. “You’re sure?”

You glanced back at him and huffed in thought. 

“I… I wasn’t asking if this…” you made a vague gesture at yourself as a whole. “Turned you on… I mean… I'm not expecting you to be… and I'm aware that escorts down always have sex with their clients but… um… I guess, I’m just… curious,” you sighed at the end of your word vomiting.

“About the mechanics?” Julian smiled, clearly not bothered by your curiosity or babbling. 

You thought about that term and nodded. It was a job, after all. Julian shrugged and for a second, he got a far away look that held such a strong note of sadness in it that you nearly stopped him from going on before the look vanished completely and Julian smiled again. 

“It’s a question of working with the moment, I guess. Creating a special connection with that person. Setting the mood… and, well, habit is a factor, I suppose. Let's say that being able to get it up is different from being turned on.”

You hummed thoughtfully as you took in the information. You were glad that you didn't ruin the moment and that he was willing to share as much. 

“Well, you sure know how to create that connection,” you laughed softly and turned on your side. 

Julian snorted softly through his nose and grinned at you, rubbing a hand over your covered arm once you faced him.

“Some connections are much easier to create than others.”

His soft look had you smiling and looking down, feeling suddenly shy again. 

“Thank you for doing this, Julian,” you muttered, glancing up at him once more. 

His hand moved to your face and his thumb stroked over your cheekbone in a gentle caress. 

“It was my absolute pleasure, Sweetheart.”

And you actually believed him. Believed that he’d enjoyed giving you this pleasure, no matter if you’d paid for it. 

You stared at him for a while, just looking, and Julian didn’t seem to mind. 

“Do you have to get back?” you asked at length, looking around yourself for a clock, but not finding any. 

Julian didn’t reply immediately, but he shrugged when you looked back at him. 

“I can stay a little while longer.”

That statement had you smiling and closing your eyes. Julian’s fingers played with your hair as you drifted for a while, his presence and the comfortable bed pulling you under.

The next time you opened your eyes, he was gone. You hadn’t even realized that you’d fallen asleep. It couldn’t have been that long, however, since it was still dark outside. Turning around with a long sigh, you glimpsed a folded piece of paper on the bedside table. You sat up to reach for it, the comforter falling around your waist as you moved. 

Please stay for as long as you want. The room’s all yours for the night. Take anything you need from the fridge, it’s on me. 

Julian

You smiled fondly at the neat script and put the note back on the table. 

A nice bath in a fancy hotel room sounded like the perfect way to end this incredible night. 

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[laylasmoonchild]

“Are You Okay?”

Sam Kiszka × Reader NSFW 18+

Author's Note:

I have no idea what l'm doing or what possessed me to write this... That's partially a lie- There's no Sam Fics out there, and this is compiled of some requests l've had/Requests l've seen on other blogs. This is loosely inspired by Daisy Jones & The Six (The Amazon series, not the book, the book was better though hehe), Basically when Camilla was seeking out attention during a rough patch with Billy. I'm Layla, let me know what ya think, or don't. Just be nice! Sorry if there's typos, this took me hours to write on 2 separate nights, l'm not an amazing writer, just out here trying new things!

Summary:

Sammy's girlfriend (Y/N) is under the impression he is cheating on her and not only gets drunk to mask her feelings, but seeks comfort in Jake... Yup, it's messy, folks. Also, there's sex, read the warnings!

WARNINGS:

Angst, Topics of Cheating, Arguing W/ a S.O., NSFW, Sex, Spit Kink (this is a common request on Sammy blogs, if you're not into it, close your eyes or keep it pushing! my page is a no judge zone!), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up, or don't, it’s not my business… prob wrap it up though.)

Word Count: 7,149

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I was looking out the window of the plane that was taking me to God knows where. All I knew was that I was on my way to the love of my life.

Sam’s been on tour for a few months, and honestly, I’ve been starting to feel a distance. I’m assuming it’s more on my end, I’m working a high stress job while trying to make my art my main one. Sam’s understanding of it and I think it’s time I show him just how much I appreciate that of him.

As the plane is landing, I start to write out a text to Jake, who’s going through a major rough patch with his girlfriend. Sam mentioned they were on a break, but I won’t pry, I just want to tell him to let Sam know that I’ll be at the hotel in about an hour…

“Hey! Could you let Sam know I decided on taking an uber? I think his phone’s dead, I’ll be at the hotel in an hour!”

“I haven’t seen him since last night, but I’m sure I’ll run into him, be careful, sweet girl…♥️”

Sweet girl… Jake’s nickname for me since we first met… He always said I was too sweet for Sam.

As I gathered my bags from baggage claim and made my way outside to my Uber, I started thinking about how Jake mentioned he hasn’t seen Sam since last night… I never think about Sam’s whereabouts, I know most girls would be itching to know what their traveling, rockstar boyfriend was up to, but he’s never given me an inkling of a feeling that the rumors about guys on the road and his past were true. And I was far too busy career wise to think into those thoughts.

But I’d be lying if I said the reason I was tapping my foot in the backseat of this Uber wasn’t because I was starting to believe it.

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I got the keycard from concierge and made my way to Sam’s room. For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking that the distance I’ve noticed wasn’t just me, and maybe he wasn’t as trustworthy as I thought…

I shook away my thoughts while the elevator chimed it’s arrival on his floor. I walked out, luggage trailing behind me, and anxiously speed walking to his door. Suddenly I was picturing the scene behind that door. A Penny Lane wannabe enthralled with him between the sheets, while he tells her I’m the last thing on his mind. What was wrong with me? I knocked on it, holding my breath.

I heard rustling behind the door, and feet lazily lugging themselves across the floor. It swung open, and there he was.

“Hey,” He pulled me in for a half hug, out of breath, hair a mess. He smelled like the floor of a dive bar.

“Hi, baby” I entered the room, it was in decent condition considering he’s been here for at least two nights.

“Room looks clean…” I huffed as I released my bag from my hand in the small walkway.

Sam looked around, yawning a bit while running his hand through his tendrils.

“Yeah, I guess- Haven’t really slept in here.”

I tried to ignore the pit in my stomach, telling myself not to read into it as I kicked my shoes off.

“Crashed at Danny’s or something?” I asked, trying to remind myself that he has 3 other rooms to end up in if he pleases…

I tried to look for his eyes as he sat on the foot of the bed. He looked guilty. This wasn’t in my head anymore. Suddenly my extremities went cold.

“Sam?” I said, firmer than usual. My chest was rising and falling at this point.

“What?” He practically spat at me. He looked at me like he’d been found out. His eyes blinking with a dullness behind them that felt inhuman.

“Sam… Where were you last night?”

“Y/N…” He held his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

“Sam. Answer me.” I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes.

“Y/N, I was at Danny’s, okay?” He stood up now with his arms open in defense.

“Look, I’m hung over, I really don’t want to be questioned by my girlfriend right now.” He walked past me to make it to the bathroom. As I turned to watch him slam the door.

Sam was the most attentive man in my life. Never leaving me when I’m upset, always letting me cry it out to him and absorbing every word I had to say.

Instead, he started the shower.

A few tears made their way out as I unpacked my outfit for tonight, feeling stupid as I pulled out each piece that I was so excited to wear for him. A cream colored, see through, lace dress with a slit up the leg, dark brown cowboy boots and a dark brown slip to wear underneath it.

I continued laying everything out when I saw something peeking out from underneath the duvet. Assuming it was one of Sam’s shirts, I pulled it, with the intention of folding it and placing it to the side. Except it wasn’t his shirt. It was distinctively a woman’s blouse. Orange chiffon, staring back at me. I stared back at it in my hands for a second. Hoping it would disappear from my hands and maybe I would wake up from a dream. Suddenly, I had no tears, my throat was too dry to speak.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and I shoved the damned piece of fabric into my luggage. His eyes were softer now.

“Love,” he called out softly.

I nodded, eye’s fixated on his. He walked towards me, he took my waist into his hands and pulled me close to him.

He brought one hand to the valley between my jaw and neck, resting his thumb on my cheek.

“Y/N, I love you, I just had a rough night. I’m so happy you’re here, I’m sorry okay?” He looked me dead in my eyes, and something about that made my stomach turn. He’s lying to me, while looking into my eyes.

“Okay.” Was all I could manage. I felt a sense of serenity, or extreme numbness. He looked puzzled, looking for the rest of what I could say on my face.

“You love me, right?” Sam said, matching the hand that was on my waist to the one on my face.

“Of course,” I smiled, insincerely. “I have to shower now.” I motioned my head towards the bathroom door.

He leaned into kiss me, I moved my head slightly to where he could only kiss the corner of my mouth.

“I feel gross from the plane, sorry.” I said acting like everything was fine. He nodded and let me go.

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After my shower, I immediately started getting ready. It was all so robotic.

Sam knocked on the door to let me know he’d be going to the venue for soundcheck, which he’d been late for. I put my hairdryer on to drown him out mid speech. I heard the hotel door shut, and my phone lit up on the counter.

“Baby doll I left for soundcheck, I don’t know if you heard me♥️ See me before the show like you do?”

I “thumbs’d up” his text and continued my hair and makeup.

While doing my makeup, I suddenly felt thirsty. I opted for every alcoholic nip in the mini fridge.

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I finished getting ready and Ubered to the venue. I drunkenly vowed to myself that Sam will not make a fool out of me. If he was going to realize what I was being short about, it will be on MY terms. Not his, and most certainly not on my emotion’s terms. The alcohol has numbed every emotion, and I was thanking the heavens for that.

While I got into the building and was escorted backstage, all I could think about was another drink.

Entering the green room, I made a beeline for the bar cart while everyone mingled and were making the last touches to their outfits. Danny, Sam and Josh were gathered around the tour manager while Jake was off to the side, looking rather uninterested.

I poured myself a drink and sent my happy-fake smiles to the tour crew as they passed by, cheerful to see me. As I sipped my concoction of liquor, I began to feel disgusted with them too, knowing they could smile at me while they probably know of Sam’s girl on the side and smiled the same way at her.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I turned around, I was met with the soulful eyes I so dearly loved. It was Jake. Who reeked of rum. It broke my heart that we were drinking for similar reasons.

“Hey, my sweet girl!” He pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me extra tight and letting his hand linger on the small of my back as he positioned himself to the side of me. A classic Kiszka hug. The kind of hug that makes girls wonder if it’s flirtatious but it’s really just their loving nature.

I beamed for the first time all day. Jake and I were the kind of close where we didn’t need to speak all the time to keep the friendship alive. We often found ourselves on late nights after shows talking about everything while everyone was off to sleep. As I look into his eyes, I’m realizing he might know me more than Sam does.

In my drunken state, I didn’t realize my smile faded till his eyebrow became crooked.

“Are you okay?” Was all he said, my extremities went cold once more like they did earlier.

“I-“ I felt an arm snake around my waist and someone kiss my cheek from behind. I knew who it was.

“Baby doll, come with me before I go on, talk to Jake later” Sam said, all too normal.

I smiled weakly at Jake and he gave me a concerned look. He must’ve made eye contact with Sam because his concerned look quickly became a forced, tight lipped smile. And with that, he caught up with the rest of everyone, who waved at me, unaware of the situation at hand.

Sam led me down a dark walk way, the route that takes them to the stage. The opening act was on and I could feel the bass in my chest.

We stopped walking and Sam pulled me in for a kiss. I barely kissed back, uninterested in his lips on mine… Knowing they were on God knows who’s the night earlier.

“Y/N, kiss me,” He said running his hands up my sides then to my neck, pulling me in again.

“Sam, I’m not in the mood.” I slurred.

“Y/N, I told you I’m sorry for before. I still am.”

His eyes were looking through me at this point.

“Sam, this isn’t about you, okay? Really, it’s okay!” I amazed myself with how natural it was to pretend that I didn’t find another woman’s article of clothing in his hotel room. I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. He began to melt into me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I faintly heard the opener end their set, they would be getting off on the opposite side of the stage so I wasn’t worried about stopping him. Even if I didn’t want to kiss him right now, a part of me wanted to make him think I was okay before his show.

“I love you so much-“ He said in between kisses. I kept thinking of him talking like this to another woman. It made me sick. I pulled away. Staring at him plainly. His eyes were dull with lust and confusion.

The boys started walking towards us, getting ready to go on stage. I turn to them and smile.

“Good luck tonight,” I blew them a kiss and smiled while they said their thanks and blew kisses back. Jake watched me intently as I started to walk backstage, not daring to turn around and look at Sam.

“Hey,” Jake grabbed my hand.

I turn back to him and look for his eyes, that are fixated on my hand, and work up to my face.

“Sweet girl’s on my side tonight, yeah?” He winked with a grin. His thumb rubbed my hand, all of this making me blush. This gesture was more comforting than flirting.

“Of course.” I said, bashfully.

Jake smiled once more, and I looked back towards Sam. His face was stone cold at the interaction.

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The concert was amazing as always. Jake made it a point to wink in my direction and blow me a few kisses during their set, all of which Sam saw.

I was still, naturally, upset. Drinking as much as I could, stumbling in the crowd a bit. I was trying to blend in with the stands but of course some of the fans recognized me, I’m embarrassed to admit I was probably too incoherent to hold any sort of conversation with them.

We were now at an after party backstage, celebrating the tour or something, I could barely tell in my inebriated state.

Sam was on his phone, frantically typing and trying to stay focused on the conversations around him. I assumed that was her on the other end of the text screen. He put his arm around me while Danny and their roadie went on about an equipment mishap. Before Sam could reply to the phone vibrating in his pocket, I turned to glance at the tour crew & opening band dancing in the middle of the room. Jake was on the other side of the dancing bunch and caught eyes with me.

“I’m gonna dance-“ I said while breaking free of Sam, who said something in return but I couldn’t hear him over the music. I walked through the moving bodies and put my hand out to Jake, who took a good swig of his drink and slammed the glass on the table beside him. He took my hand and pulled me into what felt like the music itself engulfing me. We danced, innocently. Singing the lyrics to each other as we swapped dancing partners and laughing gleefully like little kids. I felt someone grab my wrist.

“Gonna save a dance for me, right, little girl?” Sam husked into my ear.

Feeling incredibly prideful and cocky, I danced with him, and as he leaned into me, I moved my mouth to his ear.

“Tell that little slut to get her cheap shirt before tour’s over.” I said in a tone only he could hear. Sam’s grip on me loosened.

“Y/N,” His face was pale, and his feet were suddenly glued to the floor. I kept dancing.

He reached his arms out for me when I started dancing too far from him and he pulled himself into me.

“You’re not going to make a fool out of me, Sam. I’ll play stupid for everyone around us right now, but trust that I won’t let you continue this. I’m not going to be the other woman in my own relationship.” I said still quietly but snidely.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Sam said as he tried to pull me out of all the dancing, swiftly and without causing suspicion.

“Good idea, I need air.” I said, walking towards the tunnel that lead to the parking lot.

“Even better, I’ll come with.” He said following behind.

“No, stay! Please, enjoy yourself!” I said in a tone where he knew I was sarcastic but people around us would assume I was genuine if they overheard us.

Jake came up between us and put an arm out to distance Sam.

“I’ll go with her, don’t worry!” I couldn’t tell if Jake realized what was happening or if he really thought he was just helping ease Sam by following his drunk girlfriend who needed to get air in a sketchy parking lot.

Either way, I locked arms with him and smiled.

“Thaaaank you! Enjoy yourself, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes started to get glassy. Those around us would probably assume it was from weed or the alcohol, but he was on the verge of tears. His face was hard, stoic as he watched his brother whisk me away.

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We made it outside. Surprisingly no one was around, just the empty trailers, cars, and tour buses.

I started running to the middle of the lot & began spinning with my arms stretched out, basking in the cool air. I heard footsteps coming towards me, increasing speed.

Jake ran up to bear hug me, I yelped.

“You’re too drunk to go exploring, let’s go closer to the building, Y/N!” he laughed as he pulled me towards the brick wall. I tried to protest but I was too weak and he was too strong.

We reached the wall and I turned to him. There was that concerned expression again. It made me shiver.

Jake started to take off his jacket, he laid it gently on my shoulders.

“Better?” He asked. I’m assuming he thought my slight shiver was from being cold, considering my outfit choice, but the truth is that my blood is boiling from anger and alcohol, I can’t feel a thing.

I nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Are you okay? And answer me this time. You drank like a sailor, and you don’t do that.” He waited for me to respond. Suddenly I was too scared to speak again, like my voice wasn’t going to be strong enough to carry these feelings into solid words.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

I teared up, flicking away the single tear that dropped on my cheek. I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling it out of my face, taking a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” I said, knowing he wouldn’t believe me.

“You know I know that isn’t true.” He said, leaning closer to my face. I smelled the dark rum on his breath.

“How do you know that?” I said sarcastically as a few more tears left my eyes. He got closer.

“You know things are pretty much over in my relationship… I know the signs.” Jake’s lips stayed parted and his eyes focused on my mouth.

I steadied my back against the wall, backing away. He moved closer again.

“How long has it been going on?” I asked him, scared to hear the answer.

“Hm?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“Sam and some girl…” I said quietly.

“What gir-… Wait, he’s sleeping with her?” With that, the tears flowed more. He pulled me into him and left he sob.

“Let it out, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I can’t believe he did this to you. None of us wanted her around but he said he was just trying to help.”

He was rubbing my back, and suddenly, I was not only devastated, but curious. Who was this girl and why was he trying to help her?

I brought my head up to ask these circling questions and Jake looked at me with his tender eyes.

In this moment I felt like Jake was looking at me in a way that only women he’s been to bed with have experienced. I felt frozen, I was nervous that I was so low I’d dig myself deeper, even when I wouldn’t want to stoop to Sam’s level. I looked down, avoiding Jake’s eyes.

“I’d never do that- to you,” Jake said, letting out an awkward and breathy laugh, an attempt to lighten the meaning of his words.

I nodded, still looking down. This can’t be happening right now. I started thinking about how Jake would taste on my lips… His rum mixed with my liquor… I physically shook my head to attempt to metaphorically shake these thoughts in my head.

Jake’s single finger lifted my chin to look into his eyes. His other arm lifted, planting his hand on the wall.

“Wanna get out of here?” Was all he said.

Like clockwork, my phone started vibrating. Text after text, and the night was too quiet to ignore it. Jake waited for an answer, trying not to look down where my phone was located, inside the calf of my boot.

My face was plain, not able to answer him. Saved by the bell, his phone in his jacket pocket started ringing, I reached for it and saw Sam’s contact photo. I handed it to Jake, an attempt to make him get his finger off my chin.

He sighed, then muted it and put it into his back pocket. My phone continued to vibrate. Jake looked into my eyes once more. It felt like he was trying to subconsciously communicate that he could take me away from it all, and take care of me, even if it was for the night.

“Jake,” was all I could let out before he leaned his face, inches from mine.

“You’re my sweet girl, you know that?” He said looking at my lips. I’m not sure why, but I nodded, looking up at him.

“I love him though. No matter what.” My eyes watery.

“I know, I’d never ask you to change what’s in your nature,” He paused. Taking my hand into his. He brought it to his mouth, giving my knuckles a light kiss, staring into my eyes as he did this. “It just breaks my heart that you’re so loyal to someone who was entertaining someone else, even if it’s my baby brother.”

Suddenly, the curiosity was getting the best of me. Who was this girl?

“Jake, just tell me who she is.” I took my hand out of his and rested both hands on his chest. Practically pleading and trying to change the subject away from his earlier question. Surprisingly, he let me.

“You know that ex girl of Sam’s? James’ girlfriend’s best friend?” He adjusted his jacket that was falling off my shoulder.

James was one of the openers who has opened for the guys every couple of legs of their tour. His girlfriend introduced Sam to his ex girlfriend, they dated for awhile. I was told through the grapevine that she would get into Sam’s head, make him choose between her and his tasks for the band… When he finally left her, he knew he would see her again on tour, but always made it a point to let me know that it wouldn’t be by his choice. She’d be there with James’ girlfriend and he didn’t really have much to say to her, so he would just avoid her.

My stomach was in knots. Thinking of him with her again. Someone he was so badly hurt by is who he chose to break my trust with. It’d hurt less if it were someone new. I lightly sobbed, moving my hands from Jake’s chest to around his neck. Hugging him tightly, he held me.

“Jake, how could he?” I looked up, trying to find the answers for Sam’s infidelity on his older brother’s face. He gave me the kind of look that told me he didn’t know what to say.

I sniffled, trying to collect myself. I thought about Jake’s previous offer. Getting out of here… with him. As we looked at each other, I knew that he knew what was going through my head. Us, going wherever he had in mind, and losing ourselves in each other.

If anyone saw us, they would think they were interrupting, and maybe they would be, but I wouldn’t dare move till he did.

“Let me take care of you.” He said, each word laced with lust, his hands were underneath the jacket he leant me, and on my waist.

I let out air through my nose, furrowing my eyebrows and frowning my lips. In a way that said “We can’t do this, I still love him.” without saying it.

We must’ve been lost in this moment because I didn’t hear the footsteps coming from the entrance of the tunnel that led to the parking lot. Until I did.

Jake and I both turned our heads to see one of the tour bus drivers. He awkwardly smiled at us and went to start the bus.

We let out a sigh of relief, knowing that if anyone else saw us, or God forbid Sam, we would be dead.

“Now or never.” He said, pulling my face to look at his. I quickly nodded in response.

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We made it back to the hotel after a silent ride. As we walked through the lobby and made it into the elevator, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Jake held my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I felt him looking at me watch the floor numbers ding on the monitor. I turned to him and smiled lazily. He smiled back, and kissed me on the cheek. He lingered there for a bit before moving to my ear.

“I’m going to make it better.” He whispered.

I felt a pool begin between my legs. It felt so wrong. My boyfriend’s brother, making me feel like this. But Sam was wrong too. I hated him as much as I hated myself in this moment. But I was so detached from reality. So drunk, so lost, and so hurt. The doors opened.

We walked out, walking past Sam’s room. My eyes followed it as if he was going to come running out of it. Jake opened his hotel door, the one conveniently next to Sam’s, softly saying my name, and pulling me into the room. He closed the door behind me.

I felt him behind me as I entered more of the room, knowing I was entering the biggest mistake of my life and my body couldn’t turn off autopilot. He came up behind me, holding me. He kissed my shoulder and rubbed my stomach. I let out a sigh, I hate to admit it, but I was turned on at the thought of what he was going to do to me.

Even though my body was vibrating, my chest was aching, and a few tears escaped. He spun me around, anticipating what would be our first kiss, but he was met with my eyes, full of tears. His face was surprisingly comforting. He pulled me in for a hug. The kind of hug he always gave me.

“We won’t.” He said, as I fell apart beneath him. He kissed my forehead and held me close. I let out wailing cries, mourning what was once Sam and I, and what I almost allowed to happen. I was sick with myself as much as I was with him. I was trembling, and my throat felt raw from the noises escaping it.

A string of words kept flowing from me, “Jake what did I do? I’m horrible! I lost my best friend, I love him, how could he do this to me? I love him, Jake, I love him!”

He lead me to the bed since I began falling to the floor in his arms. He shushed me, rubbing my back.

“You didn’t do anything, I did this. Sam’s at fault, I’m at fault. Not you.” He said firmly.

I weeped. Picturing what almost happened and what transpired with Sam and his ex in the next room the night before.

“Y/N, I am miserable right now. I almost took advantage of your vulnerability because I lost the love of my life. I betrayed my brother, don’t blame yourself right now. Please. I will make this better.” The last sentence was said in a new tone than it was in the elevator.

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I woke up to knocking on the door. The room was pitch black, my face was damp, and my throat was sore.

The knocking turned into banging.

“JAKE, LET ME THE FUCK IN. YOU PIECE OF SHIT, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR.” The banging persisted, and the voice was familiar. It was Sam.

My body was frozen, I felt Jake rustle beside me.

“Stay here.” He said, making his way through the dark, turning on a lamp on his way to the banging door.

I sat up, and looked at my phone on the nightstand, I tapped it to see any notifications. My phone was completely blown up from Sam and even a few texts and calls from Danny.

“Please answer Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Hey”

“Y/N, Sam is trying to call you, he’s going crazy right now, he’s not telling anyone anything. What happened? Are you with Jake? He’s trying his phone too. Just let me know if you’re okay.”

Jake opened the door, and Sam busted through, immediately attacking Jake.

“YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?” Sam yelled as he threw a punch at Jake, who was dodging his fists, telling him to calm down.

“YOU LET YOUR RELATIONSHIP FALL APART SO YOU TAKE MY GIRLFRIEND? DID YOU FUCK HER? THE FUCKING TOUR BUS DRIVER TOLD ME HE SAW YOU WITH HER.” He pushed Jake up against the wall. Sam hasn’t even looked towards the bed, where I was.

Sam had Jake by the collar of his shirt, I was frozen.

“Sam.” His name escaped my lips, raspy.

He turned around. Eyes blood shot, hair a mess. He let out a breathy, sarcastic laugh. He turned to Jake and raised his fist, aiming for his face. Jake, again, dodged his brothers fist, and finally used his strength to throw Sam to the floor.

“JAKE!” I screamed, finally being able to jump up. Jake looked at me while Sam struggled beneath him, cursing at him. Jake gave Sam a firm gaze, holding him down.

“YOU FUCKED HER? YOU FUCKING TOUCHED HER?” Sam yelled.

“I could’ve but I didn’t. Because I fucking love you, and I love her. And YEAH, I am miserable right now, I wanted to take her from you because of it, but what the fuck is your excuse?” He spat through his teeth. Sam writhed underneath him.

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON Y/N, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER,” Sam yelled “Y/N, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.” Jake let Sam go. He stood up in front of me.

“I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t even hug (her name), PLEASE believe me, listen to me, LOOK AT ME.” He said, tearfully, shaking me by my sides as I struggled to keep eye contact.

I finally caved. I nodded in return. Waiting for him to continue. Jake gave me a kind smile, and patted Sam’s shoulder. He told us he’d be in Josh’s room if he needed us, and left.

Sam led me to sit on the foot of the bed. He held my hands and continued to speak.

“She was on tour, like I said she would be. She told me that one of our roadies and her had a fling after her and I split two years ago. She said she wasn’t expecting to see him again and it was hard to avoid him because he was working close with James’ team.” He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to let him continue. I nodded.

“She said she was scared of what he would do if they were alone because he threatened her, I told her she could hang around us. I have no say in who’s fired, I tried to relay it to our tour manager but he said that the roadie was one of his best employees and wasn’t dropping him this far into tour because of something that can’t be proven. I was stupid. It was a way in. Last night she said he said something about knowing which room she was staying in…”

Again, I nodded. He hasn’t broke eye contact, or tried to retrace his story… He was telling the truth, and I let him continue just that.

“I didn’t want to deal with her, believe this. But our tour manager was being a dick, I know she’s not the talent and doesn’t have needs in their eyes, but I felt obligated to help. I told her to come to my room, stay there the night, and I’d go to Dannys… She came to my room, and immediately, I knew something was up, Y/N. She started asking about you, and how serious we were. I asked her what her intentions were. She joked to get me back. I told her to get out, but she wouldn’t. She insisted that the story about her and this roadie was still true, and she wanted me to protect her. I left her in my room, and I slept in our photographers room. I knew that if I slept in Danny’s, she wouldn’t end this till she got in. And as for her shirt, one of mine was missing from my suitcase, I assumed she took one of mine to sleep in and left hers for me to find. And baby, I’m so sorry that you found it. That’s awful.” He put his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him.

“You don’t have to believe me, I know this sounds like a load of bullshit. But please, ask anyone. Anyone you want. They’ll tell you what impression I fell under.” His eyes pleaded with mine. Even though it was hard to give into him after this entire day, my gut was telling me that he was telling the truth.

“Sam,” I tried to find what I was going to say next. That I believe him and that I love him of course, but I couldn’t say that without being honest about what almost transpired between Jake and myself. He waited patiently.

“I almost did something unforgivable tonight, to spite you.” I continued. His chest physically sunk, and his eyes welled up.

“Almost? Not just Jake?” He spoke, loosening his tight grip on my hands.

“I’m not proud.” I teared up. My voice was still raspy.

He cleared his throat, letting out a sigh, opening his mouth to ask “How far?”

“He asked me to come here and I did-“ I started, but Sam put his hand on my thigh, trying to get me back on track.

“Baby, how far?” He said firmly, but still sadly, nonetheless.

“He kissed my cheek in the elevator… when he got to the room, he kissed me here from behind.” I ran my fingers along my shoulder, showing him where. His face was stoic. He looked at my cheek and then my shoulder.

“He stopped when he realized it’s not what I wanted. I promise he did, Jake is not at fault. He feels like he is, he says he is. He’s just lost right now. He doesn’t want me like that, nor do I want him. I never did. It’s always and only been you, Sam. I was in such a bad place. My life felt like it was over.” I began to weep again.

He pulled me into his lap, let me cry, and held me… Like he always did. He kissed the top of my head while I soaked his shirt in my tears.

“It’s okay. Him and I will talk, but you and I are okay, baby.” Sam let out. I was relieved, but still felt like it wasn’t.

“I’m so so-“ I tried to reply, but he stopped me with a kiss. He let me go and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Don’t you say sorry. I’m sorry. I could’ve told you from the jump. But I was so in my own head about that night and I took it out on you.” He kissed away what tears were on my face and stroked my hair.

He always knew how to make me feel at ease, and right now I did… For the first time all day.

“And by the way, I was texting her earlier to never show her face around me again. You’re more than welcome to look-“ He said, reaching for his phone, but I shook my head in protest.

“Not now…” I said softly, looking into his eyes. He placed his hands back where they were, supporting me in almost a cradling like position.

“Sammy.” I spoke out. Knowing he knows I only call him ‘Sammy’ when I’m feeling soft.

“Yes, Baby doll?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Take me to bed?” I rasped. He smiled and leaned forward to me, into a passionate kiss. His tongue dipped between my lips, searching for mine. I let out a small whimper, and he let out a deep moan in return.

He kicked off his shoes, while I transitioned from his arms to straddling his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I started to grind my throbbing, clothed pussy onto the denim covering his hardening bulge. His hands made their way onto my ass, guiding me on top of him. We let out moans and soft laughs in between our passionate kisses.

I took his bottom lip between my teeth, earning a low groan from my beautiful boy. He lightly tapped my ass.

“Lay down, baby.” He instructed, and I did as I was told. Resting my head onto the pillow, I looked up at him… He was undoing the buttons on his shirt. I leaned forward, helping him. Once the buttons were undone, I worked it down his shoulders. I went to undo the buckle on his belt, but he moved my hands away, and had me lean back by gently pushing me.

“I’m taking care of you.” He said firmly. I thought of how Jake said this earlier, but the truth is, only Sam could.

I blushed under his gaze while he removed his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock was rock hard, Sam caught me looking at it pulse for me. I bit my lip lightly and went to cover my face, squirming my legs beneath him.

“Don’t be shy, now” He let out a little laugh and so did I. He began undressing me, removing my dress, then my slip. He looked down at me in my bra and panties. Completely flushed and exposed, just for him. I opened my legs while he got between them.

“Sammy,” I began. His eyes traveled up my body and landed on my bashful gaze.

“Hmm?” He hummed, running his hands up and down my thighs.

“I love you too. I didn’t really answer you before…” I said, still trying to make things right.

He smiled lightly and pushed air through his nose.

“I know you do, my girl. Don’t worry.” He replied looking up at me. He began to slowly remove my black lace panties. Once they were discarded, I let out a shakey breath… Sam laid down next to me and gave me a tender kiss. He spread my legs wider for him. He took some of the wetness from my core and dragged it to my clit.

He began rubbing it just the way I like it. Immediately, I’m saying his name over again. He dips his skillful fingers into my pussy, toying at my g spot. He alternates between my clit and pussy while kissing my mouth, and slowly moving open mouthed kisses down my neck.

I pulled the lace of my thin bra down, exposing my hardened nipple. I start squeezing the sensitive bud, suddenly it’s replaced with Sammy’s wet mouth. His hand is solely focused on my clit while his tongue works my nipple. I reach my hand down to his throbbing cock. I cant think of anything more intoxicating than the thought of him deep inside me.

He moans onto my nipple, creating vibrations that intensify the sensation.

“Sammy, I need you, please.” I let out, desperately.

He releases my nipple and doesn’t let go of my clit while now, starting to lean over me.

“Aw, look at you.” He says, looking down at me, grinding into his hand, squeezing the nipple he just had in his mouth between my fingers.

“My girl wants it rough, huh? My pretty girl wants me to cum inside her perfect little pussy, right?” It doesn’t matter how sweet Sammy can be, he loves to see me fall apart for him. He wants to see me cry for him, beg for him. Always loving a show put on for him.

“Yes, Sammy, baby please, I need it, give it to me.” I moaned out, feeling like I could cum just watching him drool at the sight of me. He removed his hand from my clit and removed his briefs. His cock sprung up for me. He positioned himself between my legs.

He kissed my forehead, lining himself up with me, before sinking into my aching pussy. The sounds alone from my wetness were enough to prove how much I needed him. He fucked into me, bringing his hand to my clit once more.

He kissed me deeply, pulled away, and looked into my eyes.

“I love you,” He groaned while pumping in and out of me.

“I love you too.” I moaned, unintentionally tightening my walls around him. My arms were around his neck, while his chains danced from his chest onto my neck.

We both moaned into each other’s mouths, he brought up his other hand to relax my jaw into a more opened position.

He let a slow, string of spit into my mouth, earning a pornographic moan from me as I swallowed it. He mouth hung open while watching me do so as he continued to fuck deeper into my pussy.

His fingers sped up on my clit and he sped up his pace while hitting my g spot. I felt a familiar knot in my stomach, and he could tell I was close by my walls clenching and face alone.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my dick, let it out, little girl, let it go for me.” He cooed as I came. I wrapped my legs around his torso, tightening them with each second of my release.

I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

“Cum inside me, Sammy, give it to me, please, please-“ I panted. And with that, he came deep inside of me. Moaning and panting, sweat beads on his forehead, pressing his to mine. He found my lips and kissed me hungrily, like he was starving for my mouth.

Our eyes were still teary eyed from earlier but extra teary for the passionate love making we just shared. He collapsed on top of me. Pulling himself out of me, he rolled onto the side of my body, now pulling me into him.

“I love you, so so much, Y/N.” He said softly.

“I love you so much more, Sammy.”

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Hello everybody!

I always imagined what a perfect Valentine’s Day with Jake would be like and today I decided to put my fantasy on paper. I hope you enjoy it. English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for possible errors.

With love… ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

1.5k words

Warning: 18+ as always.

“That's right, Jake! Right there…” You moan, gripping his hair with both hands as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your feet are planted in the sand and grains stuck to the recently applied sunscreen burn your shoulders.

He inserts two fingers into you poking that sweet spot mercilessly as you come undone on him.

A few months ago you didn't imagine you could have multiple orgasms, but since you started going out with him it has become routine, in every corner of the house you and he now shared, in every hotel room where you waited for him after shows, sometimes even in the dressing room when he practically leaves the stage unzipping his pants and you wait for him with your pussy ready for him, as if it were his prize for yet another show in which he surpassed his limits.

This is what these five months have been like with Jake. It was fast, it was intense. He simply became addicted to you ever since his eyes met that day at karaoke when he saved you from that drunken embarrassment. That's why you weren't surprised when he asked you to live with him, belong to him full time and participate in his busy life full of flights and jet lag.

The interval of days between shows was short, but he made a point of taking a short trip on his first Valentine's Day. Small coastal towns have always been Jake's favorite. He spent hours before bed looking for destinations around the world that could be his next sweet escape. He could surf and spend time alone with you in unambitious restaurants and bars like a regular person.

And here you are on the hotel's rustic balcony enjoying the breeze in the middle of a hot afternoon wearing one of your flowery dresses that he loves so much. “Beautiful day, beautiful girl.” He brings you a drink, kissing your nose until an idea appears on his face in the form of that mischievous smile. “You know, the concierge said there's a little-known beach 15 minutes away.”

"OK. And..." You say, snuggling into his arms and nuzzling his neck, which displays a tan mark interrupted by the neckline of the shirt he wore this morning. There's a bead of sweat dripping down from his hair to the back of his head. You take it with your tongue.

“So what if we go out now and catch the sunset.” He makes that pout and wets his lower lip. There is no way to resist and you surrender to the sweet appeal.

[...]

He drives the rented pick-up along the simple cobblestone road. The path alone is paradisiacal. He holds your left hand the entire way, subtly rubbing your thigh.

The trip, as expected, is short and you contemplate the immensity of the sea in front of you, only seeing a young couple a little distance from where you decide to spread your beach towel to relax. Jake takes his surfboard from the rack and runs toward the sea, throwing his shirt and hat scattered across the sand. You watch him smiling as he gets lost in his natural habitat.

You lie down and close your eyes. The sun is mild and your ears pay attention only to the calming sound of the gentle waves crashing on the sand.

It may have been almost an hour and you're surprised from your brief nap with strands of his wet hair falling into your face as he hovers over you planting soft kisses on your jaw and neck. Before your eyes open, you feel his wet, salty lips caressing yours and his tongue silently asking for permission to explore your mouth. He tastes like the sea. His hands slide down your waist and over your hips, resting on your exposed thigh. “Jake, they can see us.”

“They got out of there, honey! We have the beach to ourselves.” He whispers smiling into your ear. “Why do you think I came back?”

You look around in disbelief and a little lost, squinting at the brightness of the sun, it is almost setting on the horizon.

“Hey, honey, relax. Can you be a good girl for me?” You mumble a few words in response as he plunges his tongue into your mouth once again, his breath is hot, his needy tongue completely dominating the kiss that never breaks.

You feel the contact of his dexterous and calloused fingers with your crotch, feeling him pull your bikini panties to the side and leaving your pussy exposed to him. He opens you up with his ring finger, gathering your wetness and sliding it inside you. “You’re ready for me.” His thumb making gentle circles on your clit. “Jake, I need your mouth.” You say between moans.

He moves his open lips down your neck towards your breasts, the contact of his wet, hot breath sending goosebumps across your burnt skin. His hands lower the cups of your bikini bra, he captures your right nipple with his lips, massaging it gently with his tongue while he puts the left one between his fingers, applying light pressure. Your body arches towards him at the double contact on your sensitive spots. His hands continue to stimulate it as he lowers himself, positioning his head between your legs.

Your body freezes as you feel him lick a long stripe from your entrance to your ass. “Hey, eyes on me.” He orders. You lay your eyes on him to see him spit a generous amount of saliva directly into your pussy. He smiles mischievously before turning down and devouring you with his mouth. His tongue forces your entrance while you try to bring it deeper into you as much as possible by moving your hips towards him. “Jake…”

He drags his tongue towards your clitoris making circular movements and finally, knowing it takes you to the limit, sucking it hard. He holds your hips with his hands as if to keep you on that plane and, with that, you collapse onto him.

He has a completely fucked expression. Cheeks pink from the sun, hair disheveled from salt water and your liquid covering his lips to his jaw. "So sweet."

He lowers his swim trunks to the middle of his thighs, letting his dick, pink and completely hard, pop out.

There's a white stripe across his pelvis across his golden abdomen and it only turns you on more.

You open up more to him hugging him with your thighs. He aligns himself with you, penetrating you as far as your limit allows. No matter how used you are, every time you and Jake make love he needs to stretch you for a few seconds until you adjust to his size. It moves inside you. His rhythm is slow and deep. He finds your lips again and sinks his tongue into your mouth. It's intense and feverish. He looks you in the eyes as he intensifies his thrusts into you. His hand holds your jaw, his thumb brushes your cheek and passes it across your open lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N!”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jak…” You barely manage to finish and he puts his thumb in your mouth making you suck on it.

He slams himself hard inside you, making you scream his name, perfectly hitting that sweet spot inside you again and again and leaving you on the edge of your second orgasm.

He has his lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed above you and judging by his expression and how sloppy and languid his thrusts are becoming, he's not far behind you both. “Fuck…!” He moans as he cums hard inside you.

He rests his head on your chest as you both come down from your climax.

A few minutes pass and the two of you watch, as you remain hugged, the sun touches the sea, painting the water with yellow and orange lights.

“It’s time for us to leave, honey.” He says, gathering your things and his and taking you by the hand towards the car. “I’m not done with you yet. But I’m going to need you to watch my back.” He says and you see his shoulders are red.

You head to the hotel ready to enjoy the rest of the day, which was the best Valentine's Day you've ever had... so far.

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 2 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 2 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-25 to 7-29.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-25

Kalim: Hey, Lilia! Thanks so much for the invite.

Lilia: Kalim, Jamil. I’m so glad to see you. Thank you for coming.

Kalim: I was really surprised when I heard you were dropping out. I know we’ve talked about this before, but right after I enrolled here… I decided  to join the pop music club after seeing you guys perform live. I just can’t believe I’m not gonna be able to hear your screamo anymore after today… I'm really gonna miss you. I thought about getting you a set of instruments and an amp as a farewell gift, but Jamil axed the idea.

Jamil: You’d literally need an entire truck to lug around the instrument set you were looking at. He’s not going on a live tour here. You have to keep in mind he’s just a normal person moving house.

Lilia: Kufufu. My apologies, I’m aiming to travel light when I leave. But I do thank you for your thoughtfulness, Kalim.

Jamil: Lilia Senpai, thanks for getting on so well with Kalim in the pop music club. I’m afraid you’d need to add this on to your luggage, but we’d be delighted if you would take this with you.

Lilia: What are you being so formal for? …This is… a business card?

Kalim: My dad told me to give that to you!

Jamil: What’s printed on that card is….the direct number to the Asim family’s private concierge.

Lilia: Private concierge?!

Jamil: If you ever find yourself in Scalding Sands, please do give us a call. The entire Asim family will be there for you every step of the way, starting from the moment you step foot in our country, all the way to your departure.

Kalim: As long as you have that card with you when you’re in Scalding Sands, whether you’re at an airport or a department store, there’s always gonna be someone there to look after you. And my mom and dad said they’d love to meet you someday. You’re welcome to come by my place whenever you want! And I’ll be happy to show you around with the magic carpet.

Lilia: Talk about rich! Please do give your parents my thanks. I’ll take good care of this card, I’m sure it will come in handy someday. Thank you, Kalim and Jamil.

Jamil: ….It seems like there’s other students here who wish to speak with Lilia Senpai, as well.

Kalim: Yeah, we don’t wanna hog up all your time. I hate to say goodbye, Lilia, but… Stay well!

Lilia: Yes. And you two, as well.

(Kalim and Jamil depart)

Lilia: Phew.

Silver: Father.

Lilia: Hm? Did you finish eating already, Silver?

Silver: It seems Lord Malleus still hasn’t arrived.

Lilia: Looks like it. Oh, what am I going to do with him. …Well, it’s nothing to worry about. We’ve been together for so long I’m sure we’ve just about grown tired of seeing each other’s faces by now. It’s fine if he doesn’t come see me off-

Silver: It’s not fine! You’re departing for the Land of Red Dragons tonight! And once you’re gone, Lord Malleus won’t be able to….! I… I’m going to go look for him!

(Silver runs off)

Lilia: Oi. Silver, wait! …He’s gone. Just where did he get that stubborn streak from, I wonder.

(Sebek comes running over, his mouth full of food)

Sebek: Shir Liria! … *Swallows food* W-What just happened? I thought I heard Silver raise his voice.

Lilia: Silver went to go look for Malleus.

Sebek: What on-! Then I shall go join him…

Lilia: Wait. It’s fine. To be honest with you, I’ve been wondering just what I should say to Malleus when I wish him farewell. But no matter what words I string together, it always feels so gloomy.

Sebek: Sir Lilia…

Lilia: You know what, Sebek. What little time I have left before I must depart, I’d like to enjoy it together with everyone. Don’t go saying something so coldhearted like you’re going to up and leave, too.

Sebek: O-Of course I wouldn’t. …Tsch. Darn you, Silver. You better not go fall asleep in the middle of the road!

Episode 7-26

Rook: Good evening, Monsieur Curiosity and Monsieur Crocodile. I do hate to interrupt your conversation, but we just wanted to say thank you for inviting us to your farewell soirée tonight.

Lilia: I’m glad you two could make it. As expected of the Beautiful Queen’s devotees – it feels like the party’s become even more grand just with your arrival.

Vil: ….Lilia. I’ll get straight to the point here. Is there really no other way?

Lilia: No other way…? What do you mean?

Vil: I’m talking about you losing your magic and leaving school. When I got all wrinkled from going into the underworld, Malleus was able to turn me back to normal by giving me some of his magic. Can't he do the same for you?

Lilia: Malleus said so himself, he can’t turn back time. I didn’t lose my magic due to some external reason like you did, Vil.

Vil: What do you mean?

Lilia: I’ve just gotten on in years, is all.

Vil: But you’re… 18 years old like the rest of us…?

Lilia: I’m just about 700 years old.

Rook / Vil: 700 years old!!!?

Sebek: OI! DON’T RAISE YOUR VOICES, HUMANS!! Sir Lilia is a member of the long-lived fae race. There isn’t anything to be surprised about.

Vil: H-Hello? …This whole entire time we thought he was the same age as us. I’m pretty sure anybody would be surprised if they just found out their classmate was literally 700 years old!

Rook: How could this be, Monsieur Curiosity? I’d noticed how you’d oft wax philosophically in a way no common 18-year-old would, but… To think, you were our senior in life to such a great extent.

Lilia: Kufufu. Perhaps I went a bit too low when fudging my age.

Vil: People in showbiz do stuff like that all the time, but I’ve definitely never heard of someone “fudging” it by over 680 years!

Rook: Ah, does this mean Roi du Dragon is also…?

Lilia: Oh, no. He’s much, much younger than I am. You could say he’s a “little” older than you boys. Even amongst us fae, the Draconia family is renowned for their long lifespans. At 200 years old, they’re but fledglings; and at 500, but youths. They’re finally considered adults once they reach 1000. They’re descended from dragons, after all.

Rook: Ça alors! I’d heard before that the fae have long lifespans, but that’s…

Lilia: I've heard the members of my species are also able to live to 1000, but… I was a little too reckless in my heyday, and I began to show my age earlier than I’d expected.

Vil: Reckless?

Lila: It’s perfectly normal for people to go a little wild when they’re young.

Sebek: Please don’t demean yourself so, Sir Lilia! Why, my grandfather has told me all about how you put your life on the line and devoted yourself to the Valley back in your day.

Lilia: Oh, *Baul. How many centuries has he been telling those same old stories now? Kids don’t like folks who always prattle on about the “good old days”, you know. However, although I committed my fair share of mischief in my youthful enthusiasm…. These past two years I’ve been super into video games, and I keep staying up all night with my nose pressed to the screen. It’s very unbecoming of my age, I know. Honestly, that might be the worst of my transgressions. You boys take care not to overdo it with those games, you hear! Ha ha ha!

Vil: Good grief. Please try and take care of yourself a little better from now on. ….Hah. It’s strange. Even though we just heard how old you really are, it’s like nothing’s changed. You’re the same Lilia as always - just another one of our classmates.

Rook: Indeed. I feel the same way. I guess you could say, age is but a number when it comes to sharing in youth together with your friends.

Lilia: What a lovely thing to say. Vil, Rook, please have as much fun as you can tonight.

Rook: Oui! Merci, Monsieur Curiosity.

Vil: Yes. Let’s enjoy ourselves to the very end!

*バウル Could be Baul, Bauru, Bahr, etc. Won’t know for sure what the correct name is until the official ENG localization comes out.

Episode 7-27

Ortho: Big brotheeer? Hey…. Are you even listening! Since they invited us and all, let’s go to Lilia Vanrouge-san’s going away party together. I’m sure you must have met him plenty of times before at your dorm warden meetings, right?

Idia: Honestly... Lilia-shi’s not my friend or anything…. I guess you could call him an acquaintance, but that’s about it… Even if I go to the party, it’s not like we’d have much to talk about together…. Anyways… I’m way more upset about having to say goodbye to Muscle Crimson-shi!!!! *sob*

Ortho: Oh, that’s right…. Muscle Crimson-san announced yesterday he’s quitting gaming, didn’t he.

Idia: Yeah… I dunno the specifics, but he’s got something going on IRL. And he also wiped out the Magicam account he was using for gaming… We’ve been messaging each other almost every day for the past two years and played so many different video games together. He was the first person I’ve ever done that stuff with.

Ortho: Mm. I remember guilds kept trying to recruit you since you’re so skilled and all… but anytime you joined one you’d always say stuff like, “Having to follow this guild’s stupid house rules sucks!” and, “These cocky weak ass ““veteran”” players suck!” and, “Getting all chummy with people SUCKS!” And then you’d always go back to playing solo soon after.

Idia: I’m just not cut out for co-op multiplayer games….

Ortho: But you and Muscle Crimson-san have played all sorts of games together, everything from MMORPGS to FPS. To my knowledge, he’s the only friend you’d ever done that with.

Idia: And despite all of that… He just dipped out of my life like it was nothing. Turns out that online relationships really are as fragile as people say… But hey, that’s fine with me… Ha ha… haaa…. Man, I can’t do this anymore… It hurts too much…. I don’t wanna ever make another friend ever again….

Ortho: Aww. Don’t say that, big brother. …Hey, I know! Why don’t I just look up Muscle Crimson-san’s location for you? Then you can just go see him in person!

Idia: Nooooo!! That is absolutely not cool! Not unless somebody posts a bunch of baseless slander about you!! B-Besides…. Even if we met up face-to-face, I bet I’d just annoy him.

Ortho: Huh? I don’t think so…

Idia: Of course I would! There’s no way anybody would have fun hanging out offline with a friggin’ gloomy meganerd like me..….*sob*  ….Ugh… It’s no use. I think I’ll just stay in bed for the next 10,000 years. Ortho, please just go to Lilia-shi’s party by yourself…

Ortho: *sigh* ….Okay. I’ll come back as soon as I can. Please don’t feel so down, big brother.

(Ortho departs, and Idia turns the lights off in his room)

Idia: ….That’s right. There’s no way anybody would wanna hang out with me offline. But I… I really should’ve mustered up the courage and asked for his contact info before it was too late…..

Episode 7-28

Silver: Lord Malleus! Where are you, Lord Malleus?!

(A cold wind blows and snowflakes start to fall)

Silver: …What the? It’s springtime, and yet the temperature’s suddenly plummeted. And it’s even started snowing….

(Silver sees Malleus standing in front of the statue of the Thorn Fairy)

Silver: ….! Lord Malleus!

Malleus: ….Hm? Oh it’s you, Silver.

Silver: So this is where you were, my Lord. I’ve been searching for you. Today is father’s going away party, so could you please join us and say a few words to him before he departs?

Malleus: ….So the celebration has already begun. Since Lilia invited me, I need to give him a blessing of some sort before he leaves. It is said that the Thorn Fairy would present the most splendid of gifts at the parties held at the royal palace - gifts that would astound all in attendance. And as the leader of Diasomnia, I must be sure to choose a gift that won’t sully her good name.

Silver: But that’s… I’m sure your presence alone would be more than enough for father, my Lord.

Malleus: I’ve been mulling it over for so long now. Just what should I give him….

(A cold wind blows)

Silver: Ack… It’s starting to snow even harder now. Lord Malleus, it’s awfully cold out tonight. Let us hurry back to the dorm now.

Malleus: It’s cold? Ahh, drat. I’ve done it again…

(Malleus snaps and it stops snowing)

Silver (thinking to himself): (….It stopped snowing? Lord Malleus is pretty infamous back home for causing thunder to split the sky when he's angered, but.. could this snowstorm also have been spurred on by his unrest? Lord Malleus… Your demeanor says otherwise, but you really are taking father’s departure hard, aren’t you. …And why wouldn’t he? He’s known father for so much longer than I have. I’ve only known him for a mere 17 years…)

Malleus: Hmm…. It won’t do any good to stand here fretting about. Let us set off for the party.

Silver: …….Please…. Go on ahead without me.

Malleus: Silver?

Silver: I’ll… be right along…. *chokes back a sob*

Malleus: What is the matter? ….Are you crying?

Silver: I-I’m so sorry… I must look so pathetic right now.

Malleus: There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Children cry. It’s what they do.

Silver: I’m already 17 years old. I’ll be an adult next year. I’m sure I must look like a child in your and father’s eyes, but… 17 years ago…. Father found me deep within the Briar Valley woods when I was just an infant.

Malleus: ……

Silver: Father is a fairy, and I am a human. We don’t have any blood ties or anything, and he really had no obligation at all to take me in….. But despite that, he raised me as though I were his own child. He made sure I was never want for food, he taught me so many different things, and whenever I lay ill in bed, he’d spend the whole night by my side.

Humans are so much weaker than fae, and we mature at a completely different rate than you do… everything about us is different. There’s hardly anyone in Briar Valley who knows a thing about taking care of human children. And not only that, but father was all on his own.  I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it must have been for him to raise a human baby without anyone to rely on, just fumbling ahead one step at a time the best that he could….

I can’t thank him enough. I’d intended to spend the rest of my life just trying to repay him for everything he’s done for me…!  And yet… I… I still haven’t done a single thing for him in return! And now he’s setting off to go die alone in some faraway land.

Malleus: …………..

Silver: I…. Father can no longer use magic, and his body is growing weak… But even if the day should come where even his mind finally fails him and he forgets everything that's happened, I still want to be there for him right by his side…!

Malleus: …Lilia, you truly do have yourself a wonderful son.

Silver: No, I’m a good-for-nothing son. He wanted us to send him off with a smile, but I can’t even manage to grant him that one wish. I just… I… *sobs*

Malleus: ………….

Episode 7-29

Malleus: Earlier, you said you were someone who has no blood ties with Lilia, someone he had no obligation to raise… I’m sure he thinks the same way that you do.

Silver: ………Huh?

Malleus: Compared to how long we fae live, human lives are strikingly ephemeral - over and done with in the blink of an eye. Perhaps he felt you had no obligation to waste what precious little time you have left on him, in his enfeebled state.

Silver: Father…. Why…. *sobs*

Malleus: ...........There’s this one thing my grandmother often told me. The reason why the members of my species - those followers of the night who are descended from dragons - are born with such awesome powers, is so that we can ensure the people of Briar Valley never lose their smiles. And yet I cannot even dispel you and your father's sorrows. Despite all my strength... I’m powerless.

Silver: That’s not true….!

(beep beep beep)

Silver: Ah… L-Lord Malleus. Your phone is ringing.

Malleus: That wasn’t my phone, it’s a toy that Lilia gave me… Ahh. It seems Drakon has once again departed for its next journey.

Silver: ….You must feel lonely when it leaves.

Malleus: Not at all. Within the confines of this little device, it simply goes through all the motions of its fictional life over and over again. So there’s no need for sorrow…. Wait!

(Malleus starts to have flashbacks)

Lilia: Within the confines of a game like that where you have to tend to someone's needs… Perhaps it’d be fine to have it live forever, so long as you look after it. Like a never-ending fantasy of sorts.

Malleus: If… Say, if there was some way you could stay with your friends and family forever, and you would never have to worry about saying goodbye to anyone or anything ever again, would you wish for something like that?

(The flashbacks end)

Malleus: ….Yes, that’s it… That’s it! That was it all along! Ha ha… Ah ha ha ha! Oh, why did it take me so long to realize something so simple! Now I know what gift I should give to Lilia.

Silver: L-Lord Malleus…..?

Malleus: Come, Silver. Let us go to Lilia’s side.

Silver: Huh…? Uwahh!?

(Silver and Malleus disappear as Malleus teleports them away)

Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Chapter 2 (Part 3)

#malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #ortho shroud #kalim al asim #jamil viper #silver #twst spoilers #twst #twisted wonderland #ruler of the abyss

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

“Love is Better When You Share.”

Y/N, after being sent on a business trip to Helsinki, Finland, has a fated meeting with two men in a hotel bar that would change her life forever.

Bam Margera X Fem!Reader X Ville Valo

(Fluff)

3.2k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, crude language, smoking, alcohol, descriptions of injuries, flirting, jealousy

An: Wow! I actually started writing this one day before Bam and Ville had their little reunion earlier this week, so about good timing! XD I really tried to create a dichotomy between Bam and Ville in this fic because I think they’re so different but, at the same time, so similar! Aaa I’m in love with both of them heheh anyways I’m getting back to my requests so thank you all for all of them and please keep sending them! :)

If you were stuck in Nowhere, Helsinki for the next week, the least you could do was get drunk. It was funny how business trips always led you to the hotel bar, you thought, nursing the drink in your hand. It was a crowded, dingy place, but you worked with what you could get. Through the dimness of the bar, you could still make out the silhouette of the tall stranger brushing against your arm as he took a seat next to you. A smile played on his delicate, pale features as he looked down at you, thin fingers just barely resting on the darkness of the bar top. He didn’t even have to say anything and you were charmed, but maybe that was the tequila talking.

And before this handsome stranger could open his mouth to say anything, the bartender slid you another drink, wordlessly pointing a thick finger at someone down the bar, presumably the man who bought you said drink. Both of you glanced in the direction he pointed. Of course, you weren’t going to turn it down, but the timing was funny. You heard a snicker before he finally spoke up in a thick accent, “You know, I was about to ask if I could buy you a drink myself.” He took a sip of his beer, grasping the bottle with dark painted nails, “Guess that won’t be a problem anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You speak English?” His words were deep and sweet but very articulate, a contrast to the tight lipped hotel concierges and shop owners you had met thus far. He flashed a sliver of teeth, “You’re an American?” The wit and the speed at which he replied to you was amusing, and you pressed, “How’d you know?” Glancing down the bar, then back to you, he replied nonchalantly, “It’s your accent. Well, that and your assumption that I didn't speak the language.” He seemed more endeared than offended at the cultural misunderstanding, pointing a thin digit down the bar and adding, “You know, I actually have a friend from America with me tonight.”

Oh, it was the guy who bought you that drink. You chuckled, squinting to see if you could make out his face and decide who was the hotter of the two, “What? You two havin’ some contest t’see who could get my number first?” The knowing look on his face told you everything you needed to know. It was immature, sure, but at the same time it was kinda cute. Nonetheless, he justified it, “Well, it was his idea in the first place. He refused to believe that I could get the phone number of the hottest girl at the bar tonight- care to prove him wrong?”

“I think I’d like to. Who are you, by the way?” You didn't show it but god, he was killing you. The words fell off of his tongue low and gentle, like he didn’t want anyone else to hear his musings, “Oh, I’m nobody, darling.” He added hastily after, “My name is Ville. And yours…?” Ville. The name sounded nice in your head, like some kind of European prince. You replied simply, “Y/N.” Ville seemed to smile hearing your name fall from your lips, “What a beautiful name.” He was Prince goddamn Charming. All he needed to do was hand you a glass slipper.

Before you could even start to respond your attention was drawn to a man walking up next to Ville, looking at you. “How’s the drink?” He raised an eyebrow at you from behind a pair of $300 sunglasses- the guy from the end of the bar. “Oh, it’s great! Thanks!” He grinned, one of his sharp canines glinting in the light, “I’m Bam, by the way.” Weird name, you thought, but you brushed it off. Leaning a little closer, his cockiness shone through in the tone of his voice, “Listen baby, I got a lambo out front here. Y’wanna come take it for a spin with me?” From the corner of your eye you caught Ville giving him the side eye of the century. Weighing your options, you made an excuse to save face, “Maybe not tonight- I got work in the morning.” Only then did Bam take a seat next to you, sitting with his back to the bar and his shoulders pulled back. “When’d you get off, then?”

“Around five tomorrow.” Reaching into your pocket, you grabbed two business cards with your number on them and passed them out to the men.

Well, he wasn’t lying about the Lamborghini. The roar from the engine made your stomach get that weird feeling, making every square inch of your body vibrate. Bam really put the speedometer to use, and you were equally as nervous as you were thrilled. It felt a like a roller coaster, zig-zagging up treacherous curved mountain turns as he rested one muscular hand on the steering wheel, the light from the street lamps that dotted the highway glinting off of his silver rings. Your gaze trailing up his forearm, you found your eyes fixated on a multicolored bruise framing a mangled pink mess of a scar, covering most of his elbow in shiny, raised tissue. The car ride itself was wordless, but anything spoken wouldn't have been heard anyway over the heavy metal music blasting through the speakers. Fast music, fast cars, and fast company. God, you felt alive.

“So, what’s this?” Bam glanced over at you as you asked the question, putting the car into park and swinging his legs out of the open door. “The best date of your life.” You couldn’t help but snicker a little at his bravado right out of the gate. Getting out, you noticed that you had left the busy city center a while ago and were instead nestled in the dense thicket of trees that made up the Finnish countryside. A cold, dry breeze blew the scent of spruce trees past you as you followed on his heels.

You two walked into the restaurant and you were seated in the blink of an eye. Bam just shot the Maitre D a look and you had the best table in the house or, at least, you could only assume they were the best from the view you had. Overlooking a cliff, all you could see for miles from your terrace level seats was water the same crystal blue color as his eyes. It was like magic. “Oh my god. How did you get all this?” There must’ve been stars in your eyes as you took in everything around you, but Bam just chuckled, “Well, back in America, I guess you could say I’m pretty damn famous.” Clearly not famous enough, you thought, because you didn’t know him. It took you a few seconds to realize he probably assumed you weren’t American but you still had no clue who he was, so you didn’t stop him.

Taking a sip of the sparkling wine the waiter left, you tilted your head to the side, “So, what do you do?” It almost felt cruel to see the blow that took to his ego but, at the same time, it was fun to watch him scramble, “Well, I’m a skateboarder. A professional one.” You raised an eyebrow, your smile teetering on sinister, “You know, my little cousin does that too. And that pays well?” He seemed to catch onto your game. Glancing to the side, then back at you, he leaned a little bit closer, “I mean, did you see what I drove you here in, Baby? Of course it does!” Bam sat back in his chair, looking up at the waiter as he placed the plates of lobster in front of you two before continuing, “I’ve been in movies, Tv, video games- they make shoes with my name on them for crying out loud.”

As he rambled, your eyes started to drift back to that elbow as it rested on the nice, white tablecloth. Catching you, Bam grinned, holding it up for you to get a better look, “Broke it a week ago. Sixteenth time, actually.” You winced. Maybe he was less of an ego case than you thought. As a breeze blew, swirling his dark curls around, a look of great satisfaction crossed his face when he saw the surprise on yours. “Mmhm. Doctors say if I do it again, the whole ‘things just gonna turn to dust. You can touch it if you wanna.” The rich boy routine didn’t work on you, but this surely did. The injuries made him look grizzled, real rough around the edges. Your curiosity begged you to, so you tentatively reached out a hand and gingerly ran just the tips of your fingers over the raised surface of his skin. Suddenly, Bam drew back his arm, hissing air through his teeth and clutching it dramatically. You hastily began to apologize, “O-oh, I’m so-“ He was laughing.

Bam went on to excitedly show you the raised, earthwormy scars that ran down his arms he acquired from skateboard spills and patches of hair he was missing that made his scalp look like a dog with a bad case of mange. There was a beauty in the fact that he was falling apart, a kind that your fellow diners seemed somewhat disturbed by from the glares they shot at you throught your meal, but you didn’t find yourself caring in the slightest. All you could focus on was your own little world- just you and Bam.

And the end of the night was almost like one of those cute little romance movies, where the guy drops the girl off at her front door under the moonlight and they stare at each other timidly for a while, not sure exactly what to do. “So, uh,” Bam rocked a little on the heels of his chunky skater shoes, his hands in his pockets, “Maybe we can do this again sometime?” As overconfident as he was, it seemed that once things got past the talk, he was a little shy. You smiled, “Sure!” A look of relief crossed his pale face under the golden light of the street lamp, “How’s next week sound?”

“I’m a little busy then. Week after that, maybe?” You didn’t want to tell Bam why, but he already knew.

After you and Ville had dinner together, he said he’d take you to a nightclub. “One of my friends owns this place.” He explained in the taxi ride there, golden light falling on his face, just as quickly fleeing from his features as the car sped through back alley streets towards your destination. “I think you’ll have a spectacular time here tonight, Y/N.” As you pulled up to what could have been an abandoned warehouse, you didn’t really know what to expect, pensively stepping out the door and gazing at the dirty, run down building before you, “You sure this is the place?” He nodded, “Positive, love.”

As walked up to the bouncer, Ville slipped him a 20 euro note and you took the opportunity to give him a good once over in the moonlight. God, he was beautiful, like those paintings of dying Victorian women. His white, just barely toned chest sat beneath a silky black fur coat that hung from his shoulders. You felt a little weird looking at him like that, but it’s not like you could help it. The tight little pair of black leather pants he was wearing weren’t helping your staring problem very much either, especially with how it exposed the tattoo on his lower stomach that he caught you ogling at. Your nervousness seemed to be amusing to him from the way he smiled with only his dark, smoky eyes, the corner of his magenta lips quirking up slightly. He reached out a hand to you and led you in.

It was like you walked through a portal into a whole other word. German techno blasted from giant speakers stacked haphazardly around the club, loud enough to make your ears tickle as you followed closely behind Ville, squeezing through the crowd. Women in latex miniskirts and black corsets would touch him on the shoulder and say lecherous things to him as they passed and seemingly everyone there knew him, offering him high fives and a few ass grabs. It was like he was some celebrity or something. From tall pylons, fire eaters spun flaming rods wrapped in vodka soaked rags and women danced in cages suspended from the ceiling. For you, this was a circus, but for Ville, this was just Saturday night. Sitting down at the bar, he lit himself a cigarette and took a drag, glancing at you, then the red leather stool next to him. You sat.

“First time at this kind of place?” Ville turned toward you with that coy, knowing smile. “Yeah…” From the corner of your eyes, you caught Ville propping his heels up on something dark just out of your line of sight, making you do a double take. Your jaw went slack, “Is- is that a gimp?” He recrossed his ankles, nodding, “Well, my feet were getting tired.” The way he just didn’t seem to give a shit about anything was so entrancing to you. Smiling, he tilted two of his pale fingers towards you, passing you his smoldering, magenta stained cigarette. You took it without a second thought, not even mentioning that you didn’t smoke. Ville smirked at your inexperience as you coughed after you took that first drawl. Sliding off of the stool in one motion, he kicked his feet off of his footrest, “I’m going to hit the men’s.” Nodding, your gaze lingered on his leather clad behind as he walked away from you, pressing the cigarette back to your lips.

Huh, maybe Ville had the right idea with this place. It made you wonder what kind of life he lived to get him into these places. Pondering whether he was a musician or some sort of male stripper, your thoughts were interrupted by an unfamiliar voice behind you, “Hey, baby. What’s a girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” Turning arround, you went to confront the creep hitting on you but were a little taken aback by the fact he was less than a foot away from you, staring you right in the eye and making your words escape you for a moment.

Your speechlessness wasn’t in any way aided, however, when Ville made his very timely return, sliding right between you and the guy. His chest pressed against your body in a way that made you rethink what you were okay with doing on the first date. He slid his knee in between your legs, pinning you to the bar like a butterfly on an insect spreading board. His long, dark hair just barely brushed against your cheekbones as he leaned down to speak to you, so close that you could’ve sworn he got some of his lipstick on you, the warmth from his bare torso radiating onto your body, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah.”

Lingering in front of the hotel, you both were slick with sweat from the steamy night you had, basking in the afterglow. Drinking a little too much, dancing a little too close, and sharing just a few too many things. You couldn’t forget it if you got amnesia. Ville waited in front of you patiently, looking up at you with those deep eyes that just made you melt. “I had a really great time tonight, Y/N.” You nodded back, your heart picking up a little, “Yeah, me too.” He seemed to wait for you to do or say something, but you couldn’t really tell what he was expecting. Reaching a hand out, you brushed a cold palm against his smooth chest, feeling him take a quick breath at your touch. Still not pulling away, you leaned forward just an inch- all that you needed for your lips to meet his cheekbone, his skin soft and warm. From your peripheral, you could see him glance up at you with his nearly black pupils as you slowly pulled away, walking back inside and leaving him on the sidewalk.

You knew what you were doing when you invited the two of them to the bar that night, and you could tell your plan was working. “It’s not fair, dude! You get all the hot chicks!” Bam sneered, beer in hand. You watched as Ville leaned on one elbow, turning to him, “Well, I’m not stopping you from getting any of the ugly ones.” It really was fun to watch them bicker from your spot at the bar like you weren’t even there even though you were sitting directly between the two of them.

It was only about fifteen minutes into their couple’s quarrel that either one of them acknowledged you. “Come on, Y/N.” Bam nudged you, “It’s not like y’called us here to watch us bitch with each other.” A playful smile danced on your lips as you batted your eyelashes, playing coy and running a finger along the rim of your glass, “Well, I was thinking about you two, and I realized something.” You glanced over at Ville, then back at Bam, feigning melancholy, “I just don’t think I can choose between you two.”

Besides how much fun it was to play with their emotions like this, especially when Bam gave you that wide eyed, slack jawed look as you broke his poor little heart, you weren’t entirely lying. Both men, over the course of two dates, made your day to day life of work and dull travel feel magical. Bam, and the excitement and thrill that followed him wherever he went, fulfilled the adrenaline fix you didn’t even know you needed. Ville, on the other hand, with his mystery and sensuality, opened your eyes to this world you couldn't even imagine before meeting him. Though in different ways, you were equally addicted to spending time with each of them. Your little show you were putting on was just you buying time until one of them worked something out.

“You know, I have an idea.” Ville spoke up, breaking the silence, “I think there’s an arrangement where everyone gets what they want here.” You breathed a sigh of relief, your prayers being answered. Still, you were a little skeptical. Bam sighed, shooting him a ‘you’re kidding me’ look. Ville explained, leaning towards you while making half lidded eye contact, “For example, when you want to spend time with me, then you can spend time with me, and if you want to spend time with Bam- well, I wouldn’t judge you- but you could spend time with him.” He took a sip of his drink, getting a little glint in his eye, “And, of course, if you want to spend time with both of us…well, I wouldn’t be one to stop you.” It took you a few seconds to realize what he was implying by ‘spend time with’, your cheeks turning a little rosy as he chuckled, “I mean, love is better when you share, right?”

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[jongseongsnudes]

nine.

warning; 👀👀 (not proof read!) 0.8k.

masterlist.

“i thought you weren’t using your credit cards... how can you afford a presidential suite without it?”

“i’m not stupid. i didn’t use my own credit card to pay,” he rolls his eyes at you, like you irritated every being of his body, “it’s none of your business anyway. it’s not like you can afford it.”

a pout naturally appears on your face at his words, his furrowed brows also making you take a step backwards. you weren’t necessarily scared of him but he was indeed not someone to be messed with, seeing how he is the only person in this entire country that would dare defy the words of the most powerful man. his father.

“i’m going out. you better stay in here while i'm gone,” he threatens you with a raised brow, “don’t piss me off.”

“i- i’m not a dog-”

“no, you’re worse.”

you freeze for a moment, your mind trying to figure whether the words coming out of park sunghoon’s mouth were real. he has spat a lot of hurtful words at you before but this topped it.

calling you less than a dog.

everything inside of you was screaming for you to slap this man across the face, to scream at him, to stand your ground but frankly speaking, he could just abandon you here. all alone in another country.

that would be a much bigger problem than his hurtful words at this point.

your long silence and partially teary eyes must’ve knocked some sort of sense into him judging by the immediate change in facial expression.

without another word, you turn and walk away from the man, leaving him alone and stunned in the living room. it was better to just sleep off the hurt you were feeling than fight it.

when you finally wake up from your nap, it was completely dark outside the windows. if the view of the city was beautiful before, it was so much more magnificent now. never in your life would you have thought you’d be able to witness such a breath taking scene from a presidential suite. yet here you were.

knowing for sure that sunghoon would’ve been out by now, you make your way towards the bathroom to shower. something you actually haven’t done for quite some time...

it wasn’t until you finished showering that you realise you didn't have anything to change into... except for the two expensive looking, white robes that hung in the bathroom. so you slip into that.

this was all park sunghoon’s fault. if he hadn’t taken you overseas so out of the blue, you could've at least packed a few necessities with you instead of having to wear this bathrobe with nothing underneath. well at least not until you wash your undergarments that was.

you spend the next ten minutes watching the washing machine spin around and around, your mind lost in a haze of everything and nothing at the same time. without your phone (thanks to sunghoon’s anger issues), you really had no idea what was happening outside of these walls.

your head immediately snaps towards the door as it suddenly flings opened and in comes a fuming sunghoon who looked like he was out to kill.

“WHAT THE HELL! WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSWER ME?” sunghoon’s deep yells echoes throughout the empty laundry room as his hand grips tightly around your arm, almost ripping it off of you. he had appeared so out of the blue that you were in complete shock, too stunned to even yell.

“sung- sunghoon-”

“WHY DIDN'T YOU RESPOND WHEN I WAS CALLING YOU?” he harshly yanks your arm closer towards him, the force alone enough to have your entire body almost slamming right into him. you have no idea what the problem was but his expression tells you that he’s mad.

“i didn’t hear you... but you’re hurting me-”

“I WENT INTO EVERY ROOM LOOKING FOR YOU! AS IF YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME!” sunghoon was practically screaming by now, his voice so loud that you’re sure the people down in concierge could have heard him. “i don’t care if you hate me but respond when i call you!”

“i already told you, i am not a dog! i don’t need to respond to you when you call for me!”

“i didn’t say you were a dog! i thought you left on your own and i was worri-” he pauses mid sentence, his own eyes widening at the realisation of what he was saying to you. and to be fair, your own eyes were just as big as his.

“you... you were worried about me?”

“N- NO! I DIDN’T SAY THAT! i just didn’t- i- i just don’t want my father or choi finding you!” for the first time since meeting him, park sunghoon actually looked embarrassed, like he was completely lost for words. it was a completely different from the park sunghoon you had grown used to. “whatever! i don’t care. leave for all i care- OH SHIT-”

your brows immediately furrow as you watch him suddenly turn away... until your eyes look down at yourself to see that your once tied up robe was now dangling opened... with the full view of your entire front for park sunghoon to see.

oh shit.

end.  

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[vettelsbitch]

I usually dont enjoy kidfics, but that Bez/Cele one really got me!! God, I love them so much <3 thanks for that fic!!!!

And it made me wonder what might happen next? Like. Does Teo convince Bez to invite Cele over for a Spiderman movie night? Are both, Bez and Cele, slightly (meaning very and obviously) nervous and Teo doesn't get it, because they clearly like each other, why not spend more time together?

I'm so happy that you like my little idea! There's more where that one came from that's for sure! im actually writing another more spicy-ish blurb rn

I think the shift would be slow with them, they're both busy, Bezz walks Matteo to his kindergarten early in the morning and then goes to work, Cele goes to his university classes but he's a bit lazy so he tried and mostly managed to not get any class too early in the morning, he also goes out a lot, so they don't cross paths that much at first. But since the first big meet up Matteo insists on talking to Cele every time they cross paths.

They're /clearly/ crushing on each other, as my Italian fact checker, beta and bestie @dobbiamo-capire told me and encouraged the idea, the lady that is the concierge/gossip central for their building starts a betting pool with other neighbors for when they're going to finally start dating. But yeah, it's slow, maybe Cele starts going grocery shopping at the time he knows Bezz gets back from getting Teo from the kindergarten, no reason, it's just convenient (sure). And maybe Bezz starts doing his runs with Rubik in the evening when Cele is coming back from class/just going out instead of in the mornings, it's just nicer weather (sure sure)

But yeah, at some point Matteo absolutely invites Cele over for a movie marathon, and Bezz is like "I mean, if you want, I'm okay with it", and Cele shows up with a spiderman hoodie on, and Teo has his onesie on, and insists that Marco needs to wear something too so he ends up with his one spiderman shirt, that maybe is a little small because it's from when he was a teen. Teo absolutely ends up falling asleep during the second film, maybe he is cuddled against Cele's side, his arms curled around his Spidey plush. And bezz is like "omg let me get him, I'm sorry" but Cele just shushes him and brushes one of Matteo's curls away from his eyes. "It's okay, he's a really good kid."

Bezz absolutely falls fully in love, but also and here is where I introduce the mild angst Teo is three years old, he was Cele's age when he had him, his ex did not want nothing to do with him so he's been pretty much a single dad from day one, and he knows how much your life changes with a little one in it, he knows perfectly at what moment in life Cele is and what he had to let go of to be there for Matteo, he wouldn't change it, ever, but he also doesn't want to make Cele do it for him.

But yeah, they do end up kissing and very much in love after some time

#anon ask #i love getting asks about my silly ideas #THANK YOU SO MUCH *blows a kiss* #this kidfic is so important for me #bezz/cele #bezz has a kid and cele is his neighbor AU #1372 #fic ask

[riddleblack246]

I once more fall into my primary favorite universe and propose as a result of episode 6 - OFMD Burlesque AU.

Stede Bonnet has a midlife crisis, gets divorced, and runs off to start a club called The Revenge. Hires a bunch of employees who don’t necessarily fit the traditional vibe but who he appreciates the energy of. People slowly start to trickle in and he does his best to do business with other clubs and bars and venues, even if he sucks at it. He ends up drawing the attention of “Blackbeard”, a famed dancer and club owner of “Queen Anne’s Revenge”, a pseudo-underground burlesque club that ran for years as one of the best before disappearing off the map. He approaches Stede and offers to help him out with the initial intention of taking the place down to maintain his own reputation while still staying out of the business, only to fall for him in the process.

Also, to be clear, Steddyhands would be the goal because it’s my fave and I have a number of random head canons about it I’d love to talk about with people like…

Roach is the chef and bartender who comes up with the most random of menu choices that actually rock

Wee John hosts their drag nights and preforms frequently as Calypso

Oluwande and Jim initially interviewed as security but eventually are hired as performers (Fang and Ivan are security)

Frenchie could either perform as something of a comedian/singer or is something like a concierge, making sure all of their guests are having a pleasant time

Buttons is essentially Stede’s assistant while also providing running audio and lights

The Swede does in fact perform under that name and no one knows his actual name

Izzy used to perform a lot when he was younger and he misses it but privately believes “no one wants to see an old man exposing himself”, except yes, they do, Mr. Hands—

Archie is also a bartender who will come to perform at a later date with Oluwande and Jim

Lucius keeps their books and ends up performing unexpectedly with Black Pete when his partner skips out, only to find he enjoys it and decides to do both

Let me know your ideas or if there is anything else you’d want to dig into!

#our flag means death #ofmd #steddyhands #edward teach #stede bonnet #izzy hands #au #burlesque au #my posts #I’m so soft y’all I’m sorry it’s my go to au lol

[scarletwinterxx]

better when I’m with you - yuta oneshot

hi!! it's been a while since i wrote a scenario for yuta, got this idea from a clip on tiktok i think it was keshi and his fiancé during a radio intervie. it was such a cute conversation i just had to do it. hope you like it! 💛

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

There's only one person Yuta would drop everything for, doesn't matter if he's in the middle of the most important meeting or about to sign a multi-million dollar contract. He'd put the world on pause if he has to, all for you.

Luckily when your call came in, he just wrapped another long meeting and was just reviewing contracts and other paperwork's. Seeing your name flash on the screen of his phone, he didn't even wait for the first ring to finish. Picking it up immediately.

"Hi, lovely. What do you need?"

"Hey, is it a good time or are you busy?" you say from the other side of the phone. Yuta chuckles, leaning back on his chair before turning to the side to look out the window. It's a beautiful day, a shame he can't take the day off and take you out on a date.

"Never, what's up?" he asks, already feeling relaxed when he heard your voice. All of the stress from today's work washed away. A kind of magic only you possess.

"So a package arrived here at your apartment, I wanted to get it so you don't have to do it later but the people at the lobby won't let me since technically we don't have the same last name"

Yet, he thinks.

Just thinking about finally calling you his wife puts a smile on Yuta's face, but right now he also thinks you're the most precious thing in his world. "Is that your way of saying I should've married you sooner?" he teases you, earning a few giggles from you.

Like a boost of energy, Yuta feels his body buzz with happiness hearing you laugh. "Yeah, totally the point of what I'm trying to say here. Such a hassle I'm not a Nakamoto yet" you know exactly how to keep him on his toes.

"Okay, baby. I'll call concierge, tell them what's mine is yours"

"Be careful, I might just runaway with your money"

"Yeah yeah, you already know the code to my safety box. That's more of a commitment than anything else right?"

"That's cause you're crazy, Mr. Nakamoto. Who proposes like that? Only you my love would put half of his assets under my name as a proposal" you tell him, recalling how exactly he proposed to you. It wasn't your typical getting down on one knee, Nakamoto Yuta has a tendency to one up himself when it comes to impressing you. Him proposing with a piece of paper stating that a home is to be built under your name and his. A home for your future family.

"That's because I can only see my future with you"

"Okay Mr. Romantic, text me when I can go pick up your package. Drive home safely" you tell him, always reminding him to come home safely to you.

"Will do, wifey. Save some kisses for me"

#fic #tags #story #fanfic #nct #nct 127 #oneshot #imagine #nct imagine #nct oneshot #nct fluff #nct boyfriend #nct husband #nct au #nct yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta imagine #yuta imagine #yuta oneshot #yuta au #yuta fluff #yuta fic

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

21 + 63?

what's better than one cold? TWO COLDS. thank you for sending!! hope you enjoy this Greyson and Elijah ficlet. 700ish words under the cut.

also!!! if you've sent in a prompt, thank you so much - there are a few more than i was expecting, so i'll be working on them this week and posting sporadically. i will get to yours if you sent one in, promise!!

The worst thing about summers in the restaurant wasn’t the heat; it wasn’t the fact that the walk-in went down once a week as a rule; it wasn’t even the fact that half the staff decided they just didn’t work from May til August. No, the worst thing about the summers was the complete inconsistency.

Greyson wiped flop-sweat from his forehead and swore in relief as he stabbed the final ticket of the evening. It was the week of fourth of July, a historically slow one for them, but for some ungodly reason this year it had been absolutely slammed every night. He and Elijah had both given their counterparts the week off for vacation, thinking they’d be standing around with their thumbs up their asses; instead, the two of them had panted their way through the past three evenings, wondering how the hell they were going to get through the next three.

It was bad enough that they were down two guys and unusually busy; to add insult to injury they had both walked in that morning prepared to deliver more bad news to one another.

Elijah was already seated at his computer when Greyson slogged through the kitchen towards the office, coughing into his elbow all the way. Nothing was worse than a summer cold, he’d decided on the train ride here. At least in the winter you could burrow under blankets, drink tea, eat soup… summer essentially told you to shove all those ideas up your ass and just sweat and sneeze til you keeled over.

“Liiiij,” Greyson moaned, tossing his backpack on the ground and collapsing into his chair. Elijah was turned towards the wall, digging through a drawer on his side of the desk, seemingly unfazed by Greyson’s theatrics. “Lij, I’m -”

“HGTSHHH-ue! HTSHHH-ue!” Elijah folded over the open drawer, arms over his face as two sneezes wrenched out of him. He sniffled, sat up and turned to face Greyson, whose heart dropped when he saw his boss’s face.

“Oh, fuck,” Elijah rasped before Greyson could say anything. “You’re shiverigg.” Greyson wrapped his arms around himself and shook his head.

“Ndo I’m ndot,” he said, congestion seeping into his voice. He tried sniffing it back while Elijah grabbed a tissue from the box between them. “You sound like absolute hell.”

“Mmm. Right back at ya,” Elijah said from behind the tissue. Greyson rolled his eyes.

“I’m ndot sick,” he said, an attempt to keep from stressing the GM out even further. Elijah just raised an eyebrow and tossed the tissue in the overflowing trashcan.

“We really gonna play that gambe?” Elijah asked, coughing into his fist. “Personally, I don’t have the energy for it.”

“I – HNGSTHH-ue!” Greyson twisted into his elbow to haphazardly cover a sudden sneeze, prompting a dark laugh from his boss. “Finde,” Greyson said, clearing his throat and wiping his nose on his jacket sleeve. “Fuck. The timing is ndearly poetic.”

Elijah hummed in agreement, and the two of them sat in exhausted silence – punctuated only by sniffles and coughs – until the hostess rapped on the open door. She winced when both men turned sluggishly towards her.

“Um,” the hostess said, “Elijah, there’s a concierge from the Plaza on the phone. She’s wondering if we have room for a twelve-top tonight, all high-level executives. I know we’re pretty busy already, but…” she trailed off as Greyson groaned and Elijah coughed towards the wall.

“Go ahead and put her through to the office phonde,” Elijah said, attempting to clear his throat. “I’ll find a place for themb.”

The hostess brightened and nodded. “Will do,” she said, breezing out of the kitchen. Greyson turned to Elijah, his look one of pure exhaustion.

“This is so fucked,” he moaned. “God, fuck, I dond’t have timbe for this fuckigg -”

“GTSHHZH-ue!” Elijah cut him off with a massive sneeze and a volley of coughs caught in his sleeve. “This fuckigg cold,” he finished for the chef, each man giving the other a watery, tired smirk. The phone rang then, and Greyson stood to put his chef’s coat on while Elijah blew his nose in vain.

“Let’s get this bag, or what-the-fuck ever,” Greyson mumbled, heading towards the prep table. Elijah managed another wheezing laugh before he picked up the phone and spoke as clearly as he was able.

“Thandk you for holding. This is Elijah, how mbay I assist you?”

#snz #whiskeyswriting #sickfic #snzfic

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Chief Beifong and her Affinity for-

Here’s my submission for day 4 of Lin Beifong’s Week. You can also find it on AO3.

Pairing: Lin Beifong x Lightning Bolt Zolt

Rating: M

Art made by JadeLotus💚

Chief Lin Beifong had always been a recurrent patron at the Jitaku hotel just outside of Republic City. She frequented its hospitality through her late teens and early twenties. She basically lived there throughout her thirties, but ever since she hit forty, Lin’s visits to the Jitaku hotel were erratic. Just when the management thought that was their last time hosting the mysterious, porcelain noblewoman and her companion, they would seemingly turn up just to prove them wrong.

But little did management know that their furtive customer was the Chief of Police and what they were hosting were clandestine escapades. They didn’t know that their major benefactor was busy protecting a city infiltrated with criminals- one of which, was their other major benefactor. Triads had always been a very present part of life in Republic City. Over time, their dusty caves had become tourist spots for people from all over the world to gawk at. It was a mockery of justice. Lin didn’t like that Republic City was being celebrated for its wicked infestation. But she knew better than to get involved with the city’s politics.

The Rising Flame triad were, as their name suggested, rising. Their group was growing in number, and they were getting bolder; resorting to murders when organized crime didn’t do their bidding. Most of them worked at the Lucky Cranefish gambling joint- which was also their site of operations. Their leader, Xiaolan, had no idea that Lin Beifong was privy to all this information through a mere former acquaintance.

It had been a few years since Lightning Bolt Zolt had quit the Triple Threat Triad and gone straight. The successor after his successor, Tokuga was doing a horrendous job keeping the flame burning. There was a time Tokuga tried to dissolve the Rising Flame, but it only created a huge mess that in turn, added to the rise in rising flame.  

“Enough with the puns,” Lin had said about twenty-five times when discussing the inner workings of the triads of Republic City with her informant.

This evening, he was more than just an informant. He was a partner. Not the kind of partner the Jitaku hotel was accustomed to accommodating, unfortunately. Lightning Bolt Zolt was going to team up with Lin to take down the Rising Flame Triad, once and for all.

This whole situation was filled with a sense of poetic irony. Ever the philanderer, Zolt was prepared to make the most of his consorting with Lin. They had decided to arrive to the hotel separately and Zolt was the first one there. He waited under the opulent glow of the chandelier for a few minutes before Lin arrived, covered in her brown coat and matching hat.

Together, they made their way to the concierge who handed them one keycard for their room.

Lin gave him a slight glare, prompting him to say, “It’s a suite with two queen beds. It’s all they had for tonight.”

Clearly, that was a lie. Lin rolled her eyes. The hotel was empty. It was cold- nobody was stupid enough to travel to Republic City during its off season.

Without a word though, Lin followed him into the elevator, watching him press the button for the very top, twenty first floor.

She already knew this was a bad idea. But a very tiny part of her wanted to see where this would go.

Once they entered the room, Zolt dramatically cried in shock. Of course, there was only one bed. And of course, Zolt made sure they were in the most expensive suite with the best view of the city.

Lin folded her arms in front of her chest and gave him a look. He knew it meant that she was about to pin him down and kill him Earth Queen style, so, he gave her a cheeky grin. She scowled when he made his way over to her, untying the belt of her coat.

“What? Tell me you hate this.”

Lin rolled her eyes. “We’re not here to fool around, Zolt. If I knew this is what you’d turn this into, I never would’ve asked for your help in the first place”

“Oh, but aren’t you glad you did,” he said, pulling her closer with one arm around her waist.

His lips ghosted over her ear lobe, and despite herself, she closed her eyes to welcome his warm breath on her. He gently stroked her back, lulling her closer into his embrace when, suddenly, she shoved him off.

“Keep it in your pants, Zolt!” she scolded.

“Fine,” he said, clearing his throat. “Xiaolan is currently on the seventeenth floor of this very hotel. You remember Viper? He betrayed Tokuga and the Triple Threats and joined the Rising Flames- they don’t didn’t even accept non-bending fire nation folk, so, I don’t see how Xiaolan is going to let this waterbender go on with them.

“So Xiaolan is going to double cross Viper?”

“That’s right,” Zolt nodded.

“What if we take Viper in our confidence, tell him what we know and”

Zolt waved his hands. “That’ll never work. Viper’s a slippery bastard. If he finds out that the cops know shit about fuck, he’s going to kill all of us. He’d die before he goes to jail.”

Lin smirked. “Quite a colorful sentence you had going there.”

“That slimy guy drove me nuts. He was definitely part of the reason why I quit the triads and went clean.”

“Part of?” she raised one eyebrow suggestively.

“Baby, if only you knew what a big part you have always been.”

Lin shook her head and turned to the door. “Just so we’re on the same page, you’re going to talk to Xiaolan with the recorder in your breast pocket”

“I love it when you talk dirty,”

“And as former triad leader to current triad leader you’re going to establish a friendship and get him to boast all about his crimes. You will keep recording until we have complete admission to illicit activities with names, locations, and everything, okay?”

“And then we get back here and resume our illicit activities?” his eyebrows jumped at the word.

Lin rolled her eyes. “You better not mess this up. You have no idea the migraines I had to endure in trying to get Varrick to make this pin sized recording device.”

“The Chief and her affinity for criminals,” he laughed.

“Zolt, please.”

“Don’t worry about it! It’ll work out fine,” he whined with a limp wrist. “I can initiate and hold conversations unlike some other people in this room- I won’t name names.”

“If you screw me over, I will make sure you’re living in perilous fear for your entire life after I cut your dick off.”

But Zolt laughed. “There’s that dirty talk I like, baby!”

“I’m not kidding,” she snarled.

“Fine, fine. You can trust me, really. I won’t do you that way,”

Lin nodded with relief.

“And you hold up your end of the bargain?” he confirmed, “My identity remains protected. You are not to reveal your sources.”

“Of course, not. I still need my officers to respect me.”

Once he left for the bar downstairs to meet his new friend in the making, Lin sat at the foot of the bed, head in her hands. It was surreal seeing Zolt after all these years in this hotel. Even though the rooms had been renovated since the last time they were here, the memories from then were clear as day. The two of them could spend days and nights together in their room, only leaving it for food if they could help it. They were inseparable when together, but when their baggage and legacies were put between them, it was easier to part ways.

Cards on the table, Zolt always made her happy. Somehow, he managed to properly love her without ever telling her he loved her. She wondered how lucky she was- whether people realized how rare, how unique, and special feeling this way was. How easily feeling loved trumped hearing flat ‘I Love Yous’.

Lin always told herself that she could never be with Zolt because he went against everything she stood for. And suddenly, ever since they started working on taking the Rising Flames down, ever since he gave up on his unlawful ways- Lin was finding it harder and harder to rationalize why she couldn’t just choose to be happy. She knew if she just said the word- he’d come running to her.

Lin had a choice to make. It was a very easy one.

Five and a half uneven knocks on the door meant it was Zolt. They used this back in the day when they were sneaking around. It was the middle of the night by now and Lin had inadvertently dozed off on the bed.

Back in the day, Zolt would’ve betrayed her and tipped Xiaolan off- or maybe he wouldn’t, but he was sure capable of it.

This man in front of her was the same, sexy man she knew all those years ago but now he had this new blood of morality flowing through his veins.

“Here’s everything. He admitted to so much more than what you were suspecting, Lin! Not to spoil your process, but this is going bring the Red Monsoon down too!”

“That’s great news. Does he suspect anything?”

“Not one thing!” Zolt said, laughing. “In fact, he was the one who came to me to ask what I was drinking.” He placed the recorder on the dresser by the bathroom and made his way over to Lin. She was wearing the fuzzy green robe that came with the room and nothing else underneath it. He couldn’t decide if this was intentional, or just that she simply didn’t change after her shower.

“That’s great news,”

“You already said that,” he chortled as she walked over to him.

“I know,” she said, smirking. She placed her arms over his shoulders and leaned towards his body.

“Chief, are you rewarding me with sex for assisting you on a case?”

He was grinning so widely; the lines of his smiles must’ve been eclipsing his eyes. His hands gingerly roamed around her back and then down to cup her ass. His mouth got to her neck- he licked the skin slowly and then closed his lips to nip it. Lin threaded her fingers through his hair and lightly yanked on a chunk, inciting a moan out of him. His hands were still on her ass, when his mouth moved to her lips. “I’ve been dying to kiss you,” he whispered.

“Then kiss me.”

He pulled her closer by her behind and kissed her lips fully. The longing from their love lost was oozing with every beat- it was an epic war of affection with no losers.

“To the bed?” she asked, moving away.

“Aren’t you glad we’re sharing?”

Lin felt herself slam into the cushion as Zolt got on top of her. They were undressed within seconds. His lips immediately encircled her nipple, and she wroth upwards in response. Lin’s hands were back in his hair as his mouth slowly travelled down her body. He kissed her with purpose when his lips met her center.

Minutes later, she came, screaming into glory. He had missed that snap in her voice so much.

He clambered back up to kiss her mouth while his hand slid back down to penetrate her with two fingers.

“You taste so good, you know that?”

Lin chuckled, pecking his lips softly. “You’ve made that pretty clear.”

“Good thing I got us a room with just one bed, right?”

“Actually, it’d be nice if we had two queen size beds. I would've blown you on the other one,” she said with a wink.

#lin beifong #chief beifong #linzolt #lightning bolt zolt

[pbs-theundeadmaggot]

first love // the art of eye contact

🎶 the art of eye contact by too close to touch

(AU) Steve Harrington x fem!reader

[a/n] so I'm releasing this a day early cause I've got a lot of work to do this week but I hope you enjoy it. Please please reblog if you do because reblogs are what helps writers remain motivated and spread our content

[warnings?] the usual angst, Rebecca is a bitch (sorry if thats your name),

first love masterlist here!

Thinking back to all the times you watched Steve fall in and out of love with girl after girl definitely took its toll on your mental health, the nights you’d spent crying into your pillow wondering why you would never be good enough for him, why he looked for love in all the wrong places when you were there all along. Why it always had to be girls the complete opposite to you, as if the idea of dating someone even remotely similar was repulsive. He was entitled to having a preference, but when does a preference become a problem? Especially if it means allowing yourself to become the person you swore to never be. To let yourself be another puppet at the fate of its master, to give into every demand and impossible expectation when being yourself was more than enough for those who truly loved you. 

Yet here he was continuing the exact same cycle time after fucking time like a broken record that just wont stop. You’d so badly wanted her to finally be the one for him, just as he deserved, and you tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, creating excuse after excuse for her awful behaviour but it quickly became clear no excuse could make it right.

First of all you didn’t know Steve had a girlfriend let alone that she’d be joining you, so when you booked four business class seats a year prior to your trip you hadn’t expected to be expected to give up your place. The whole reason you’d booked business in the first place was because a) neither one of you could afford first class and b) you all wanted to fly with a little bit of luxury (or as luxury as you could get 35000ft in the air) especially since it was a long first flight for all of you. Rebecca of course decided to poke holes in that plan flashing an unsettling smile and expectant stare behind Steve’s back as he negotiated with the flight attendant to upgrade Rebecca’s economy ticket to business. She’d obviously wanted you to give up your place next to him and in a way you understood, hoping that if you were in her situation she’d do the same, so you’d quickly caved in and swapped seats, refusing to let Robin or Eddie swap as they deserved the luxury just as much, although Eddie didn’t let you off easy arguing that he should swap since he was a newly famous rockstar he’d get plenty of opportunities to fly business probably even first class while you… well you wouldn’t. Finally agreeing to swap half way through so you’d both get the best of both worlds, sort of. 

12 hours later you would’ve happily stayed at home if it meant you’d never have to fly again. It wasn’t the worst experience but it certainly wasn’t the best, turns out you really were a nervous flyer and it didn’t matter where about on the plane you were, you hated it. Either that or you’d jinxed yourself by lying earlier and your karma had just been served.

The second incident happened that exact same evening, arriving at the hotel with luggage in hand and tired smiles, the concierge had greeted you and happily offered to take your bags to your rooms. Unfortunately that was also your second mistake. Only three rooms had been booked, two of which were singles and the double originally meant for you and Steve was now a double for Steve and Rebecca, leaving you with nowhere. 

Of course it only made sense that Steve took the room, the problem was where you were going to stay, deciding to look for a nearby cheap room as you’d already spent the better part of your money towards the trip, and paying for two expensive hotel rooms was rather than one was not exactly budget friendly all things considering. Steve had tried to persuade Rebecca to let you take his place while he took the floor for the time being but she insisted if that was going to happen you’d remain as far away from the couple as possible. 

Thankfully as it turns out the hotel were able to set up an extra bed in Robin’s room which you gladly took, leaving the couple behind as they got into what seemed to be a heated discussion. 

The silence of the night accompanied by the occasional snore from Robin left too much room for thinking. She’d passed out as soon as she saw the bed, not even the slamming of doors and heavy footsteps could wake her. Steve had come to apologise and of course you quickly brushed everything off but not before downing some alcohol to keep you somewhat stable with the tension weighing thick. All you wanted was for him to be happy which is why you let yourself give in to Rebecca’s every whim knowing it would make him happy. 

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You were only three days in by now and the final straw was her complete ignorance, you really didn't want to ruin anything for Steve but its as if everything she did was ignored or overlooked by him. She was clever enough to keep the jabs aimed at you on the lowdown but the outright tantrums she threw when things didn’t go her way and insults towards your friends made you see red. 

All you wanted was to chill with your friends and have fun at Paris’ Zoological Park after all it wasn’t everyday you’d get to see a multitude of animals kept in specific ecosystems replicated from their natural habitat.

Had you always sounded that geeky?

That was beside the point.

The point being that Rebecca ruining it was not happening.

You’d all agreed to go by bus since it was cheaper than getting a taxi everywhere and of course Rebecca had a problem with that. She’d made a whole point earlier about how she was so rich and privileged yet when you’d asked if she’d be willing to pay for the taxi she feigned offence, whining that you’d basically called her poor as she refused now calling you a charity case which if you didn’t realise by now, she definitely didn't do. 

After much debate Steve had talked her into it, if you weren’t so upset by his encouragement of her behaviour you would’ve wanted to know how on earth he managed it, assuming it was something along the lines of “I’ll make it up to you later” with a wink to seal the deal, it was the same old act he’d repeated time after time.

“Steve can I borrow you for a second?” You pulled him away from the group as you arrived at your destination. As much as you wanted everyone together you also wanted to enjoy just a couple of hours of peace so you’d decided to give Steve and Rebecca an out. 

“I know animal’s aren’t really your thing and that’s okay but maybe you and Rebecca will enjoy a little date at the coffee shop we passed?” Somewhat nervous as you explained to him that it wasn’t that you didn’t want them here, but they would probably enjoy being elsewhere more and that you would get to spend time as a group later. 

Thankfully he agreed, almost painfully the conflict written upon his usually angelic face but not because he was upset about missing out on a group activity but more because he wanted to please everyone, even when it was clear that would never happen. Perhaps any other time it would hurt how quickly he agreed and how little he actually cared for your interests, but it gave you a sense of relief knowing you’d get an afternoon free from her and free from having to pretend everything was okay. 

Although Steve was your best friend sometimes you forgot about the other two friends you also loved dearly and now was the time to truly appreciate them without any distractions. Just you, Robin and Eddie exploring Paris’ famous attraction and of course causing a little bit of mischief along the way. 

That was mainly Eddie’s fault though. 

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[alice-of-hightable]

Since the Hallowed Lodges are relatively new, I am laying down the ground rules for those who don’t know.

1. No business on the grounds, I have game cameras everywhere and will know

2. No hunting without a guide unless express permission is granted, and allow the crows to check you for ticks whenever you return, no exceptions

3. Keep a silver lodge pin on you at all times when residing here, keeps the rougarous and most ghosties and things at bay because they hate the stuff.

4. Because we are in the middle of nowhere and pretty far out out from towns and cities, we have a small hospital wing of the lodge. If you’re not a patient, relative, or staff, stay out.

5. Absolutely do not go out at night without a guide, the concierge, the owner, or some sort of protection. If you get grabbed by a spirit, an alligator or whatever big predator is in the area, or get possessed by something because you went out on your own, that’s your own fault

Basic safety and conduct rules.

Oh, rule number 7:

If you go out at night, even if there’s a good reason, you will be quarantined in your room for three days of observation

//ooc: If you’re roleplaying in the “john beat the high table” idea, the High Table crest near the door is “broken”. If you’re playing in a rp with an active High Table, the crest is whole.

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