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bratzforchris · 2 months

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Tumblr Girls, M. Sturniolo

Summary: Matt can't help but to visit his favorite fuck buddy on tour, who just can't help but to tease him with her Tumblr posts. Songfic loosely based off of "Tumblr Girls" by G-Eazy<3

Pairing: Matt x feminine and influencer!reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected p in v, marking, bondage, friends with benefits, fingering, oral (f), dom!Matt, choking, intoxicated sex (alcohol), dirty talk, belly bulge, no aftercare but fluffish (?) ending (i do not condone any of this irl!! it is *fiction*)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Get your holy water ready girlies...

Ever since you were a little girl, you had been enamored by the idea of being famous. Something about the life called to you, whether that be walking down the street and people knowing you, or simply realizing that you were having an impact on someone, somewhere’s life. Fortunately, you had grown up in the age of the Internet, allowing you to truly harness what you had wanted to do for so long. You loved having creative freedom, and you loved making a persona that was truly you.

You had been making YouTube videos, doing a variety of Instagram influencing, and posting carefully crafted aesthetic photos to Tumblr ever since middle school. Whereas a lot of the girls had moved out of their Tumblr influencer phase, you never really had. You still loved the dark, “grunge” aesthetic of it to this, and had turned your account into a more mature, X-rated theme of what it once had been. You loved doing social media as your full time job for a variety of reasons, from the freedom it gave you to the opportunities.

Perhaps your biggest “opportunity” was your fellow influencer and YouTuber, Matt. Your relationship with Matt was…complicated, to say the least. As much as you were a wholesome, loving duo on camera, you were filled with an almost primal need for each other off of it too. You and Matt had never discussed a true, established relationship, mostly because you were both so young and so busy, and the rough, hard fucking in itself was enough to satisfy the needs in both of your lives.

Your careers had consumed both of you as of late, dragging Matt all over the country for the Versus tour, and leaving you back in LA with a variety of brand deals to film and photo shoots to arrange. There was one in particular that you were heavily looking forward to, mostly because you knew that it would drag Matt back to you, unable to help himself. In a fateful turn of events, you had been emailed about a Calvin Klein intimates shoot that would just so happen to drop on the day Matt was back in LA for a show. In an effort to bring back the Tumblr renaissance and the hold Calvin Klein had had during those days, you had insisted that the photos be posted to Tumblr before any other social media platform.

Matt: i’m back in la tn

You: oh i know ;)

Matt: ??? huh

You: no reason. just focus on winning tonight :)

You smiled to yourself as you closed your text messages out and migrated over to your photo gallery. Your manager had sent you the photos of the shoot to be posted this evening, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t planning on fucking with Matt’s head using them. You had missed your fuck buddy, after all. The late night phone sex wasn’t the same as him in your bed, mumbling in your ear about how well you were taking it.

The photos from the shoot were of you in a gray Calvin Klein bralette with a matching thong. The photos had been toned with a sepia overlay, highlighting the curves of your breasts and hips. Your hair fell back against your shoulders gracefully as your doe eyes stared up at the camera. The shots were nothing short of sexy, making you imagine how Matt would react when he got the post notification. Maybe he would be sitting backstage, getting ready to go on and trying to hide his growing boner both from his brothers and the fans, which only made you smile more.

You and Matt continued to text back and forth for a while, until you suddenly stopped responding. This was part of your game with each other; to make the yearning so painful that it just made the sex more passionate. Once you saw that it had hit the fifteen minute mark until Matt was supposed to appear on stage, you hit ‘post’ on the Tumblr draft of your photos that you had planned out earlier in the day. The caption, come over 💋, was directly aimed at Matt, but no one else needed to know that. Sure enough, less than one minute later, you received a text from the brunette that had your heart racing and your thighs clenching.

Matt: what the fuck, y/n?

You smiled as you typed out your own message, imagining Matt biting his lip and trying to conceal the growing tent in his pants as he studied the photos.

You: what?

Matt: you know what

You: no i don’t

Matt: that fucking post

You: it’s part of my job, matt. quit being ridiculous. have you not heard about tumblr girls making a comeback?

Matt: watch it. i’m coming over and fucking that pretty pussy good tonight.

You knew what your and Matt’s usual routine was, so you grabbed another cup from the cabinet and the bottle of whiskey, migrating over to the gray couch in your living room. You didn’t bother waiting for the brunette to start drinking. Matt had a key to your apartment and would definitely make himself known when he arrived. You slowly sipped at the amber liquid, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks and in between your thighs as you thought about Matt and how much you had missed the feeling of his skin on yours.

Sure enough, the door swung open with a loud bang a few minutes later. In came Matt, hair disheveled and still in his blue Matthew jersey. His growing erection was obvious as he flopped onto the couch, lips immediately crashing into your own. Matt’s hands were all over you as you devoured each other; in your hair, running across your hips, grabbing your ass.

“Fuck, baby. I missed you.” he panted, leaning back against the couch as you passed him a drink.

“I missed you, Matt,” You smiled softly, tucking one of his curls behind his ear. “How has tour been?”

Matt took a large swig of whiskey, before placing the cup on the coffee table. “Good. But not as good as you looked in those goddamn pictures.” he practically moaned.

“I noticed you have my post notifications on,” You teased, despite blushing at his words. “Catching feelings, Matthew?”

Matt rubbed your bare thigh, scooting closer to you so that he could suckle on the sweet spot behind your ear. “Do you know how hard it was?” he asked, leaving a hickey. “To have to go out on stage with my brothers and act normal when all I could think about were your tits and how I want to pound that little cunt to pieces? Huh?”

You whined as Matt continued to trail hickeys down your neck, mumbling things like “missed you so bad” and “gonna fuck you so hard” after each one. You two fell back against the soft cushions of the couch, Matt holding you down by the hips as his lips caressed your neck, the curve of your collarbone, and the dip of your breasts. You went to reach for Matt’s ringed fingers, only for him to smack your hand away.

“No,” Matt said harshly, moving one hand from your hip to your throat. “Tell me how fuckin’ bad you want it first,” he growled, squeezing your throat just enough to make the air catch in your lungs. “Tell me you wanna get off on my fingers like a goddamn bitch in heat.”

You gasped for air as Matt continued to squeeze, your arousal thumping through your veins. “P…please,” You whispered, eyes wide with lust as he continued to choke you just enough to get you going, but not enough to actually hurt you. “Need your fingers.” You whined, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Good girl.” Matt hummed, alcohol hot on his breath as he moved his hands from your throat to practically rip your gray panties off.

With your friends with benefits arrangement, there was no time for gentle caressing or sweet nothings. Matt began to finger you roughly, the cool metal of his rings brushing against your slick folds as he rubbed his thumb across your clit at a dizzying pace. He wasn’t stopping there, either. Matt immediately thrust his middle and ring finger inside of you, pulling you closer to him. It had only been a few minutes, and the ache to orgasm was already building in your lower stomach.

“Matt,” You wailed, nails gripping his back. “Oh my god, Matt,” Tears began to roll down your face as the brunette continued to pleasure you. The combination of his fingers inside of you, the friction on your clit, and the added sensation of his rings were clouding everything in a lustful haze. “Need to cum.” You sobbed.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy if you think you’re comin’ on my fingers instead of tongue.” he chuckled roughly.

With that, Matt threw his head down and forced your thighs apart, burying his face in your pussy. He began to devour you like you were the last meal on earth and he was a starving man. His tongue ran across your slit and clit, before licking your hole. You had no choice but to let out little squeals and whimpers as pleasurable sensations attacked you from all angles. Matt ran the flat of his tongue across your clit and you lost it, sobbing as your hands found his hair.

“Matt, please,” You begged. “‘M gonna cum.”

Your fuck buddy just nodded, still enjoying the taste of you on his tongue. You immediately took it as a sign to let go, releasing the tension that had been building in your stomach. You came all over Matt’s tongue, panting and breathing heavily as your body shook from the pure force of your orgasm. Matt pulled his head from between your thighs, licking his lips and fingers with a smirk, blue eyes hungrily grazing over your body that was still wrapped in the bra and flannel with your bare ass on display.

“You taste so goddamn good, you know that?” he asked, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you panted.

You smiled as Matt pressed a kiss to your pubic bone, but it was clear that the brunette wasn’t done yet. Matt slowly pulled the red and black material from your shoulders, smiling with more than just happiness. He had an intention and you could see it in the way he was toying with the fabric, eyes lighting up with lust. Matt didn’t speak again until he had removed your Calvin Klein bra, leaving you completely exposed on the couch as he stared down at you.

“Hands.” he said.

It was one word, but the command held an authoritative aire that had you thrusting your wrists to meet Matt’s own. Matt knew you better than practically anyone, which meant he knew all of your dirty little fantasies. Knowing you had a thing for bondage, the brunette quickly and expertly bound your wrists together in the flannel, giving it a tight tug to make sure it was secure. Your breath hitched at the pure filth of everything, but all you knew was that this alone was making your legs clench with need for another climax.

Matt was straddling you on the couch, fully clothed, which just added to the dominance he had over you. You were completely naked and covered in blooming hickeys he had left earlier in the evening with your wrists bound together by a flannel. You truly looked like Matt’s little cumslut, but you couldn’t find the decency in you to care anymore. You just knew that you were at his mercy and that you needed him. Now.

The brunette could sense your urgency and decided to have a little ‘fun’ with you. Matt took his time removing his shirt, allowing you to bask in the glory of him shirtless, all tanned skin and tattoos, but completely unable to do anything about it other than whimper and let out breathy moans. He moved onto his jeans next, painstakingly undoing his belt and throwing his pants to the side. The boy left his boxers on for the time being, teasing you as he stroked his cock through the plaid fabric.

“Wish that was you, huh? Strokin’ my dick and makin’ me feel good?” Matt chuckled, moaning when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

You whimpered and writhed against your bond. “Need you in me, Matt. Please.” You whined.

Finally, Matt slid his boxers off and tossed them to the side, allowing his erection to finally spring free. His dick was practically touching his stomach, making your mouth run dry with a mixture of excitement and nerves. After so long apart and without truly fucking, you had forgotten just how big he was. Matt climbed on top of you once more, rocking his hips back and forth on your own without actually riding you.

“Beg for it. Tell me how much you love my cock, baby girl.” Matt groaned at the friction of your skin against his own, becoming harder by the second.

“I need you inside me. Need your dick, Matt.” You whimpered, the teasing growing straight to your nipples and cunt, making you almost ache with arousal.

“That’s right. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Without another word, Matt slammed into you, making you take him to the hilt. You let out an involuntary scream at the feeling of suddenly being so full, your back arching against the couch cushions. The feeling of him inside you, bare and hard, was enough to push you to the brink of orgasm. Your second always came faster than your first, and right now was no exception. Matt was riding you at an ungodly pace, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he straddled you.

“Oh my god, baby,” Matt moaned loudly. “I missed your wet little pussy. So tight, just for me.”

The filthiness of his speaking, combined with your bonds and the feeling of him fucking you was pushing you over the edge. You wanted to tangle your hands in Matt’s hair or run your nails down his back, but instead you were unable to do anything that wasn’t taking his fucking like a slut. Matt pressed down on the bulge in your stomach from being balls deep, a smirk on his face.

“You feel that, baby? Feel you takin’ me like the cockslut you are?” he chuckled.

You whined as tears rolled down your face, bucking his hips up to meet his own. “Matt, I…I–need to, please.” You wailed, unable to form coherent sentences in your intoxicated and lustful state.

“You gonna cum? Gonna make me feel appreciated?” Matt’s blue eyes scanned your face, enjoying the view that was you under him, tied up and sobbing.

“Mhm!” You sobbed.

“Then prove it.” he sneered, pressing on your stomach roughly again.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You immediately let your climax take over, your cunt clenching against Matt’s cock. This caused the brunette to let out a string of curses as you came down from your high, your entire body shaking. He knew he was playing a risky game here, even though you were on the pill, but Matt just loved fucking you bare more than anything in the world. The brunette quickly pulled out, and before you knew it, your stomach was covered in thick and warm, white ropes of Matt’s cum.

He laid down beside you on the couch, panting heavily as you both came down from your shared highs. Once your breathing had returned to semi normal, Matt kissed you roughly and undid your bonds, before rolling off the couch. Without another word, he pulled his clothes on, straightening his hair. Your fuck buddy kissed your forehead as he busied himself around your apartment, cleaning up the whiskey and cups and retrieving a warm washcloth to wipe down your body with.

Once everything had been done, Matt tucked you in with a blanket, kissing your forehead. “I gotta go. We’re driving up to San Francisco tonight and I told Nick and Chris I would be back by two. I’ll see ya once the tour is over, yeah?”

You smiled sleepily as Matt slipped out your front door and into the night. Whereas you would’ve loved for the brunette to stay the night, you knew that you both had jobs to do and that right now, you were just fuck buddies and that was that. But as you drifted off to sleep, a warm feeling spread through your tummy that you and Matt wouldn’t stay “just friends” for long.

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tourandbackstagestories · 2 years

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taurusbae557 · 8 months

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karahalloway · 8 months

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(Less Than) Noble Intentions: Chapter 15 - Not Without Obligation

Fandom: TRR

Pairing: Drake Walker x F!OC (Harper Gale)

Series Summary: The social season may be over, but Harper Gale’s problems are just beginning. With everyone at court a potential suspect, can she and Drake survive the engagement tour and get to the bottom of the plot against her and clear her name? An AU take of TRR2 featuring my OTP - Harper & Drake.

Masterlist: (Less Than) Noble Intentions

Chapter Summary: Harper gets a surprise visit from Christian... but are his intentions sincere?

Word Count: 2,800 (short for me, I know enjoy it while you can 😆)

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, angst, possible ulterior motives)

Chapter theme song:

A/N: I know it's been more than a hot minute since I've updated this series! 😅 This is in part because I got sidetracked by Sleepless in New York also on my list to finish, I know, and then I took most of the summer off from writing. But also in part because I kinda got stuck on how to actually continue with this series... but, I now have a plan! *rubs hands together gleefully* and you ain't gonna like it, sorry, not sorry. So, with this long-awaited installment, I hope to be back in my usual groove and will be posting with some semblance of regularity again. Thanks so much for bearing with me!

A/N2: This is also my submission for @choicesseptemberchallenge2023 Day 25 Prompt - Secret, Surprise I’m only 2 days late

Chapter 15 - Not Without Obligation

Making my way back to my room, I try to push down the conflicting emotions that are roiling inside of me.

On one hand, I get where Drake is coming from, and why he shut the door in my face. We are no longer alone in Applewood and even the faintest whiff of impropriety could implode the carefully strategised work that the royal PR team has put in to try and resuscitate my public image.

And me getting caught outside of the room of a guy who not only is not Christian, but who I have no justifiable reason for seeking out at the butt-crack of dawn in the first place, would definitely scupper the assertion that I'm not a two-timing hussy. Especially since I rushed out of my room earlier wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and panties.

Mitigating factors, they are not.

But while the rational part of my brain knows that Drake is only trying to look out for me, I can't help but feel a pang of dejection at the abruptness with which he — very literally — shut me out, even though he promised yesterday that he wouldn't do something like that to me again.

Because God knows that it had been hard enough to get him to open up the first time!

And even though I'm not expecting him to have completely reversed his habitudes overnight, I guess I'd been hoping that our conversation in the barn would've prompted some kind of step in the desired direction.

Because it's clear that the bruises on my neck unnerved him. The turmoil on his face had made that clear. As the marks are not just some haphazard side-effect of our frantic love-making. They are a very real and visible reminder of the tangible strength of his feelings — and the fact that he lost control of them.

And as much as I understand the knee-jerk cause of his reaction, the last thing I want — or need — right now is for Drake to distance himself from me because he's scared of hurting me again.

That, I could not cope with.

"Demoiselle," nods Allard as I arrive back at my room.

I flash him a distracted smile on auto-pilot. He saw and heard what happened. There is no point rehashing anything. Especially since this isn't something he or Schweitzer can help with.

The weight of my Guard's concerned gaze flick over me as I shuffle past, but they both remain silent, no doubt sensing that I'm not in the mood for conversation.

Shutting the door behind me, I close my eyes as I lean back against the solidness of the wood.

Why are things never simple 'round here?

I really wish Drake and I could've taken a moment to talk things through. Because today's Apple Harvest Festival is expected to see hundreds of people descend onto Applewood to not only celebrate this year's bountiful crop of Cordonian Rubies, but to also catch a glimpse of the new King and his future Queen.

And if I thought that cornering Drake at the apple pick had been hard, the chances of being able to do so today are going to be slim to none.

But the rest of the week doesn't offer any better options because tomorrow we're off to Italy, where we'll likely have even less opportunity for privacy given the high-profile and international nature of the coming engagements.

My eyes snap open. I have to talk to him now.

As much as Drake may be concerned about protecting what's left of my image, I'm not going to let him use the inconvenience of our circumstances as an excuse to hide behind his insecurities or erect walls between us. Because the hard truth is that there's never going to be a good time to talk unless we make time.

Which is exactly what I am going to do, possible scandal be damned. I cannot let a tenuous fear borne out of a possible public backlash hold me back. My relationship with Drake is worth infinitely more to me than whatever garbage the paps may decide to print because some aristo decided to tattle on me if I get caught sneaking back into his room.

Because, let's face it. Even if I do end up on the front pages tomorrow (for all the wrong reasons), the fact of the matter is that any photo, any situation — no matter how sordid or innocent — can be spun any which way.

I've learnt that the hard way. So, I may as well use it to my own advantage for once.

Pushing myself away from the door, I march into my walk-in closet with renewed determination. Pulling the t-shirt that I'd slept in over my head, I quickly throw on a bra, some jean shorts and a black tank top.

Slotting my bare feet into my well-worn Sketchers, I make my way over to the French doors that lead out onto balcony so I can try to figure out the best way to scamper over to Drake's room without killing myself, given that I stand a better chance of slipping under the aristo's nosy radar via the balcony than going back through the corridor.

Hopefully, I can—

Tap, tap tap.

I stop mid-stride at the sound of knocking coming from the other side of my door.

Turning around, I contemplate whether I should respond, or pretend that I hadn't heard.

I have precious little time if I want to catch Drake before he disappears on me to do... whatever it is that he does in the mornings before the start of a royal event.

So, if I want to make it to his room, I need to go now before he finishes getting dressed.

But, then again, there is only a very small number of people at court who'd come directly to my room to talk to me. Especially at this time in the morning.

So, it could be important. It could be about Tariq...

...it could be Drake.

The latch clicks open.

I glance anxiously back towards the balcony, trying to decide if I should—

"May I come in?"

I whirl around in surprise at the sound of the unexpected voice. "Christian!"

He pokes his head 'round the door. "I... I didn't catch you in a state of undress, did I?"

"No! No... I was already dressed," I admit, trying to be as casual as possible as I quickly brush my hair over my shoulders in a haphazard attempt to try and cover up the bruises, given that I hadn't thought to slather any cover-up over myself yet.

Christian definitely doesn’t need to be asking questions about those!

"Ah, good!" he responds, stepping fully into the room and closing the door behind him. "You're an early riser, like myself."

"You can thank the Beaumonts," I mutter under my breath, glancing guiltily back toward the balcony.

So much for stealing a much-needed moment with Drake...

"I apologise for the intrusion," Christian continues, crossing the space between us, "especially at such an early hour. But I was hoping to catch you alone before the start of the Apple Harvest Festival."

One word catches my attention. "A-Alone...?"

He comes to a stop in front of me. "Very much so."

Anxiety flares in the pit of my stomach as Drake's words from yesterday swirl through my mind.

...he's trying to win you back.

And it suddenly hits me that I haven't been alone — truly alone — with Christian since the day of the Jamboree. When he took me into the hedge maze and offered me a duchy.

My mind starts to whirl.

Had that been the start of this... crusade? The fact that I turned him down? Does he still think he can change my mind? Is he simply incapable of accepting 'no' as an answer?

I force my gaze up to meet his.

His emerald green eyes behold me calmly, with maybe a hint of excitement. But I cannot read his intention.

"Wh-why?" I finally blurt out.

A smile spreads across his face. "To bestow upon you your letters patent, of course!"

I gape at him. "My letters of what?"

He chuckles good-naturedly at my evident confusion. "Letters patent. Itis a type of royal decree that formally confers some manner of privilege onto the names designee — an office of state, a coat of arms, a commercial monopoly... or, in this case, your new title as Duchess of Valtoria."

With a flourish, he pulls out a small, leather-bound box that he's been hiding behind his back.

I stare at it mutely.

"It won't bite, I promise," he assures me wryly.

Reaching up with a tepid smile, I accept the box, which is a lot heavier than it looks.

Opening it up, I find a medieval-looking document nestled in the lid, complete with densely-packed Chancery script and and a historiated initial C embossed with the stylised image of the Cordonian royal crest.

Peering at the text — which I can only assume is an archaic form of French — I can just about make out the odd word, like my name, Christian's name, and Valtoria. But the rest remains completely incomprehensible.

Presumably some grand declarations about the bestowal...

In the bottom part of the box rests a cream-coloured envelope also bearing the Cordonian royal crest, along with my name, though this time written in delicate cursive lettering.

"What's this?" I ask Christian, lifting the letter up.

"Your papers of naturalisation," he informs me. "Along with your new passport and ID card."

I glance up at him in surprise. "I am now a Cordonian citizen?"

"It would not have been possible to issue the letters patent otherwise," he says. "Even a king must abide by the diktats of the law."

"I... don't need to sign anything?"

"The US Consulate was very accommodating, given the unique nature of the circumstances."

My stomach twists unexpectedly. "Oh..."

Dual citizenship is a good thing, right?

Returning my attention to the box, I see that the envelope has been concealing a large, intricate-looking seal bearing what appears to be the stylised outline of a rampant phoenix, next to which sits a signet ring with the same image.

"Does it meet expectations?" asks Christian.

"I'm not sure I know what I'd been expecting..." I admit, running a finger over the lines of the mythical bird, marvelling at the level of detail that's been put into creating such a realistic rendering, complete with individual licks of flame spouting from the tail feathers.

"Any egregious spelling errors?"

"Not that I can see," I admit, glancing up at him. "But—"

"Excellent!" he declares, reaching over the lid of the box to deftly pluck the signet ring out from its nest of blue silk.

Before I have a chance to react, he's clasped my hand in his to poise the heavy circlet of gold at the tip of my ring finger.

"Wait!" I gasp in the face of the unexpectedly intimate turn of events. "What are you—?"

"It would be remiss of me if I did not verify the correctness of the sizing," he advises, meeting my panicked gaze calmly.

"You don't need t—"

"It would be my pleasure," he insists, slipping the ring onto the digit before I can protest further.

As he withdraws his hand, my eyes fall onto the spot where the cool metal's unfamiliar weight now encircles the base of my finger.

"Perfect," Christian declares with a satisfied smile, brushing his thumb over the phoenix insignia.

I stare at the band with an uneasily mix of feelings swirling in my chest. "Christian, I—"

"Let's celebrate, shall we?" he announces, pulling back to click his fingers with a decisive snap.

On cue, the door behind Christian swings open to admit a veritable procession of servants bearing ice buckets, champagne, crystal flutes and tiny servings of finger food.

"Wait..." I stammer in the face of organised onslaught. "They were waiting outside this whole time?"

"I may have take a page out of your party planning book," he admits with a grin while the industrious staff set about transforming my bedroom into a first-class tea room. "Seeing the success you had with Drake on his birthday, I thought I would try my hand at surprising you on this important day."

"And that's great, but I never agreed—"

"Didn't you?" Christian asks with a level look as he nabs a miniature scone from the tray of a passing server.

I shake my head. "No, I—"

"Because I specifically recall you giving your unambiguous consent at yesterday's apple pick to proceed with finalising your new status," he states, taking a bite out of the pastry.

I open my mouth, but promptly shut it as the conversation from the orchard floats back into my consciousness.

"...having the paperwork squared away before our departure would grant significant boon for your image."

"Oh. Okay..."

"Oh, fuck..." I mutter as the cold hand of hindsight clamps down on the nape of my neck.

Christian had obviously mischaracterised my somewhat dazed reaction as some kind of explicit affirmation.

And since Drake's appearance yesterday had interrupted the conversation at that key moment, I never had a chance to correct the misunderstanding.

But I need to. Because once again, Christian has taken matters into his own hands and acted without my my prior agreement or approval t. Just like he had done when he decided to send me away during the Coronation Ball, only to then bring me back to court as his mistress, not to mention spring an actual duchy on me without any warning.

And while his heart's probably been in the right place each and every time, I'm not sure that I can cope with any more bolts from the blue.

Especially when they so drastically upend my life.

Heaving a breath, I look back up at the King of Cordonia again. "Look, Christian, I really appreciate all of this, but I think there's been a major—"

The loud bang! of the champagne bottle shooting its cork across the room makes me jump.

Turning around, I can see that the gold-coloured liquid is already in the process of being dispensed into a pair of waiting crystal flutes.

"I hope you like this Moët & Chandon Imperial Vintage 1946 that I had picked out," Christian murmurs, brushing a hand over the small of my back. "It is an exceptional cuvée with notes of citrus, apple and pear — an apt combination, I thought, given the occasion."

"Because of the pear trees in Valtoria..." I surmise heavily, watching a footman bring over a pair of freshly-filled champagne flutes with a foreboding note of finality.

"Exactly," confirms Christian, grabbing a glass from the tray. "A beautifully complimentary pairing. One that hope we can both enjoy for many years to come."

"Yes, but—"

"Let's toast, shall we?" prompts Christian, cutting me off yet again as the footman proffers me the other serving of expensive bubbly.

I stare at it like a poison pill.

This is what Drake had warned me about, isn't it? That Christian would seek to manoeuvre me into a corner like a chess piece... By giving with one hand, only to take with the other when the time came for the chips to fall due. Because what better way to create an unimpeachable sense of obligation than by making me into a duchess? A literal vassal to the Crown? Required to do the King's bidding, no matter the cost?

And if that really is his aim, then he has certainly been succeeding.

But at the same time, I am not sure I can trust my assessment. Christian has given no indication, one way or another, as to where his goals lay. And even if the misunderstanding had been genuine, to turn him down now would not only be inexplicably rude, but maybe also dangerous?

Would I be jeopardising Christian's support in the hunt for Tariq and my quest to set the record straight if I offend him by throwing all his heartfelt effort back in his face? Especially when I don't know for certain what Christian's motives are?

Because what if Drake is wrong? What if there is no hidden agenda and I'm just massively overthinking this entire thing because I've been burned once already and now everyone looks suspect... Even — and especially — when I'm being offered help?

"Harper?" queries Christian. "Everything alright?"

I shake myself out of my stupor and grab the crystal flute. "I'm fine. Just... Trying to come to grips with it all."

"There will be plenty of time for that," he assures me with a grin, raising his glass. "To the new Duchess of Valtoria!"

I clink the delicate crystal in my hand against his with a leaden feeling in my stomach.

There's no going back now...

For better or for worse, I have just become an aristo.

The story continues in Chapter 16 - Snakes in the Garden

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bands i think the spiderverse characters would like

this is merely intuitive i actually have no idea

hobie: he's into the classics

misfits, joy division, sex pistols, the clash, public image ltd., ramones.

idk exactly what year his universe is in but he'd probably also like black flag, circle jerks, bad religion, the stooges, bad brains, maybe dead kennedys.

david bowie, jimi hendrix, siouxie and the banshees, maybe neutral milk hotel, melvins, underworld, new york dolls. he also probably thinks pink floyd is pretentious.

gwen: she's probably into girl bands and 90's indie/alternative rock as well as some 80s classics, huge kat stratford music taste vibes.

the cranberries, lush, hole, the runaways, blondie, kate bush.

probably super into fleetwood mac and a stevie nicks apologist.

green day, david bowie, conan gray, the nbhd, smashing pumpkins, arctic monkeys, paramore, the 1975, blur, mitski, g-eazy, very ocasionally the velvet underground.

miles: we all kinda know his music taste but i'd like to add a few.

super into kendrick, like a lot. mf doom, madvillainy, asap rocky and his fav song is probably sundress (totally not my fav), frank ocean, future.

in my mind his fav tyler song is wilshire. the alchemist, nas, jpegmafia, secretly usher, yeat enthusiast vibes.

cigarettes after sex, clams casino, mac miller, childish gambino (not the prowler one).

pavitr: he looks like he has no idea or interest in enhancing his music taste beyond current trends so he probably gets a lot of influence from his friends.

he probably listens to elton john or abba a lot to get his vibe going, gorillaz, the strokes, mgmt, glass animals, wallows, mac demarco.

he has a thing for 80's pop rock. tears for fears, r.e.m, duran duran, talking heads.

he says he doesn't listen to music to strike a nerve in his music enthusiast friends.

peter b. parker: peak white dad music daste. he loves those bands who's primary concert audience is old men who smell like sauerkraut.

U2, bon jovi, tears for fears, pink floyd, oasis, ac/dc, metallica, elton john, rhcp, he goes to all of aerosmith's "farewell tour" thinking it will actually be the last, the beatles, backstreet boys, the killers, a-ha.

he also loves npc 2010's music like pitbull, david guetta, calvin harris, miley cyrus, maroon 5, cascada.

miguel: this man does not listen to music. no one understands why or how, but he just doesn't and it's kinda creepy.

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SWAVY RETURNS WITH “NIGHTS ON HILL”

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Toronto’s own Swavy returns with his new single “Nights On Hill." With a booming voice and melodic passion, the track was produced by his close friends LSVTy and DJMo and kicks off a string of new releases planned over the summer.

“Nights On Hill” is the follow up to his latest track “Can’t Be Friends and debut mixtape ‘Different Breed’. Across 13-tracks with a single appearance from Vory, Swavy sets the tone with mesmerizing singles like “This Lyfe (Intro)” and “Backstreets” while collaborating with star-studded producers such as LIOHN [Lady Gage, Elton John, Drake] andTheBoyKam [Yung Bleu, Nicki Minaj, G-Eazy].

Emerging from Toronto’s fertile underground scene, Swavy sets himself apart with his soul-searching, relatable, euphonious tempo. After garnering over 10 million worldwide streams and views since the release of his debut single, “Old Ways” and getting co-signed by the likes of Drake, Meek Mill, Chris Brown, and Popcaan, just to name a few, Swavy is. Ending 2023, Swavy supported Key Glock on his Canada Tour Eh? making stops in Montreal, Ottawa and Toronto. Expect new music and big things from Swavy coming soon.

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Halsey photographed by Tristan Stefan Edouard backstage during G-Eazy’s Beautiful & Damned Tour in 2018.

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Just as Vivi has a singer AU for Pat, I have one for Sal. And before you go, “oh that is so unrealistic Xia you’re just jumping on a train” 🙄🙄🙄 I’ll have you know that Sal runs nightclubs for a reason in his main verse. He loves music as much as he loves food. So let’s get into it.

We’re focused on millennial Sal who has sketchy beginnings dealing drugs and hanging out in Bensonhurst. He doesn’t mind the idea of being an entertainer; he’d really like to be a standup comedian and if he did a few films, that’d be great too. He likes music, of course, but it was never a big goal of his.

In other words, he wanted to be an Italian Edd*e Murphy but he’s more of a mashup of G*Eazy and Elv*s.

One summer he got a guitar from a pawn shop and got really into making music. He had a soundcloud account where he posted a few covers. But it was a remix he did to a mainstream song that gained traction and began appearing across the internet. It was an overnight thing. Sal thought, “okay, if I just ride this out, I’ll get to where I need to be.”

With no experience in handling this sort of fame, his estranged father Franco becomes his manager. Despite his feelings for his old man, he trusted him well enough because his dad is streetwise and good with money.

Eventually Sal links up with other musicians, making appearances on their songs, getting seen on their IG pages, hanging out. And when it comes to new music, he gets groomed to look like your standard white edgy boy. Meanwhile Franco is counting money.

In California, Sal is looking into auditions for films, but Franco discourages him from doing such a thing. Specifically stating: “the only thing Hollywood will do with you is cast you as De N*ro’s son or some baby gangster who gets shot after 5 minutes of screen time. Is that what you want?” Tensions steadily grow between the father and son.

As an act of rebellion, Sal refuses to conduct himself in a professional way. He’s always on social media doing live streams or cracking jokes. Many people hate him for this but simultaneously many people love him for this. He presses buttons a lot, sees how far he can go with not-so-subtly insulting others.

Some of the crazy things he’s done on social media includes (but is not limited to…)

Making fun of Eve Littlejohn, who he barely knew, for having a Chloe Ba*ley moment crying on social media.

Proceeding to use Eve’s crying face for reaction images of people going CANCEL SAL or how he’s just a white boy who’ll fade out in a few years.

Reading reader insert fics that are focused on him.

Debunking ship theories that involve him writing songs about certain people. (I.E: him saying that he hasn’t written any original music since last year so his recent single can’t possibly be about Pat.)

Cussing people out for saying he belongs in 365 Days.

But by clowning like this Sal is, in a way, being a digital stand-up comedian.

Sal is scrappy by nature so he’s naturally been involved in drug scandals, nightclub fight scandals, but Franco tries to utilize this as much as he possibly can. All publicity is good publicity.

Eventually Franco horribly mishandles Sal’s finances on his first tour and it leads to Sal looking for someone more legitimate to handle him.

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G-Eazy's When it's Dark Out Jacket

Got a weird one for ya today, simmers!

This is, well, the jacket rapper G-Eazy is wearing on the cover of his album When it's Dark Out (He also wore it on tour after), Again, I understand it's a bit of a goofy upload but I really dig the design of the jacket! And as per usual it's in simlish. Everyday Teen to Elder Masculine and Feminine Frames (Although it was originally a Masc jacket) Download: Mediafire | MTS

Credits: franzillasims's amazing set of simlish fonts, all of them available here

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The Blackout Tour Pt 2 Featuring From Ashes To New, Point North, Ekoh, Phix & Elijah

Get ready to rock this spring! From Ashes To New is all set to hit the road for a thrilling North American tour, and they're bringing along some amazing artists to make the journey even more electrifying! With Point North providing direct support and Ekoh, Phix, and Elijah joining in, this tour is going to be epic! Earlier this year, the band's lead singer Danny Case hinted at the tour's excitement saying "Part 1 was so wildly successful that had to run it back with a new stacked lineup!" The tour kicks off on Tuesday, April 30 in Albany, New York, and runs through Thursday, June 13 in Lincoln, Nebraska. And as if that wasn't enough, From Ashes To New will also be performing at some of the biggest rock festivals in the country, including Inkcarceration, Rock Fest, and Upheaval Fest! So, mark your calendars and get ready to rock out with From Ashes To New! Upon arriving at the venue, you could see the line of fans slowly growing down the block as they were being let inside. Once inside, you could see the excitement on fans' faces as they eagerly waited in line to pick up their favorite tour merchandise.

Elijah is the opening performer for this event, he seems like a mysterious person. Despite my efforts to learn about him, little information is available. However, while listening to his music, Elijah’s single "Human," released in 2023, features singer Matty Mullins from Memphis May Fire. He released his first EP in 2023 titled Fighting Myself. The EP features his popular singles "EASY TO DROWN" and "Virus". These guys started the show with a bang. The lead singer, Elijah, immediately jumped off the stage and onto the barricades to sing directly into the faces of his beloved fans. The energy in the room was electric as the crowd was completely captivated by the band's raw and intense performance.

Phix is an independent rapper hailing from Lubbock, Texas. He taught himself how to mix and master music at a young age and has now amassed over 1 million followers on TikTok. Although he only has one official album, he has several singles available for streaming online. Recently, Phix released a new single titled "WAR," which has earned a spot on Sirius XM's Octane station. His music is influenced by artists such as G-Eazy and Logic, and he incorporates a sound that is similar to Bring Me The Horizon and Bad Omens. During Phix's setup, other photographers and I were curious whether one of the members was helping set up the drum kit or if they would perform. Well, he blew us away. Brox Sandoval amazed us with his performance because he's only 11 years old and played the drums better than most adults. Even though part way through Phix’s set, the microphone cut out and they stopped their performance, they were still able to entertain the crowd. Brox jumped on the drums and showed us what he's made of with a little drum solo.

Ekoh aka Jeff Thompson is a songwriter who can blend different genres of music to create a unique and captivating music experience. He brings a true passion for the art of hip-hop music, which is a rare quality these days. Ekoh has created a sound that appeals to many music listeners by blending hip-hop with alternative rock and other genres. Ekoh has released eight albums since 2013, including the latest, "MAYDAY." He has performed with acts such as Wu-Tang Clan, Kottonmouth Kings, Everlast, Tech N9ne, and many more. During Phix, Ekoh made an appearance which got me excited to see his performance afterward. Unfortunately, the sound also cut out during his set, but the venue quickly got everything back on track for Ekoh. Even before Ekoh stepped onto the stage, the fans were warning us to watch our heads because Ekoh signs Vans (shoes) at each show. At the end of his set, he closed out with “Reverse” and then asked his fans to gently throw their shoes up on stage so he could sign each one.

Point North is a rock band based in Los Angeles, California. They made their debut in 2018 and have since released three albums, with the latest one titled Prepare For Disaster. The band has collaborated with several guest artists, such as The Ghost Inside, and Kellin Quinn of Sleeping With Sirens & Set It Off, and they have also been featured on the song "Body Bag" by Fran Roz. During Point North’s performance, I wasn't familiar with them until they started playing "Into The Dark." This song has earned a spot on my "must-listen" playlist after I discovered it on my "recommended songs" playlist. I love the vibe of their music. While they were performing, they displayed great energy, jumping around on the stage. They are another band I will be on the lookout to see again.

From Ashes To New is a metal band from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. During the band’s early years, From Ashes To New's lineup frequently changed, but musician Matt Brandyberry remained the founding and sole constant member. They have achieved success with many of their singles, including "Through It All", "Crazy", and "Panic", which reached peaks of 6, 3, and 11, respectively, on the Billboard Mainstream Rock chart. Their latest album Blackout has produced successful singles such as “Nightmare,” & “Until We Break”. I remember meeting singer Danny Case when he was still a part of Vanity Strikes. He and another member of the band were walking down the line at Van's Warped Tour (I'm not sure which year), but they stopped to talk to my friends and me. When I learned that he would be joining From Ashes To New, I was excited to see where this would lead. It was finally time for From Ashes To New to take the stage. You could see the excitement on the members' faces, especially since Danny Case is a local to Rochester, NY. This show was close to selling out by 25 tickets, which makes a hometown show even better. Before the photographers could even get out of the pit, there were waves of crowd surfers flying over the barricades. The band played 16 songs throughout the night, with 2 of the songs, "Nightmare" featuring Ekoh and "Panic" featuring Elijah. From Ashes To New is a band I will be seeing again in the future.

This show was absolutely unforgettable! Each band was very personable. They met up with their fans at the merch booths after each of their respective sets. I hope you didn't miss out on this incredible experience. Be sure to stay updated with all the latest ConcertHopper news and events by following us on Instagram and Facebook. Keep on hopping!

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