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But You're Not Allowed, She's Got You Under Lock and Chain - Jake Imagine (Sweetbitter)

Title: But You're Not Allowed, She's Got You Under Lock and Chain

Pairing: Jake (Sweetbitter) X Reader

Word Count: 1,406 words

Warning(s): heavily implied smut, implied is being incredibly generous, making out

Summary: (Inspired by "what a shame" by Lizzy McAlpine) (Y/n) is tired of those brief moments with Jake that led to nothing but confusion. When they finally put their foot down, will Jake actually act on very obvious tension?

Author's Note: I already wrote an imagine inspired by this song back when I did a writing challenge for the entire album, but I could not shake this idea. "what a shame" is Jake's song.

Oh, and I could use some different Jake gifs, if that isn't too much to ask (even though this gif did help me a lot when writing this)

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Jake's game started off small.

Staring at times. Smirking at me whenever he was caught. Maybe a quick wink when I grabbed a tray of drinks.

I ignored it. I figured it was meant to be playful.

It slowly escalated.

Simply staring and smirking turned into very clear innuendos. His hand would start touching mine when I grabbed drinks.

It was flirting.

I started returning the favor. The jokes and the touches. He was attractive. Really attractive. I liked having the attention. He seemed to like the attention.

It all just kept going. Kept getting more intense.

There was one night where the staff had seemingly gathered around the bar. I was in the back, just getting ready to head out for the night.

"Hello."

I jumped when I heard Jake's voice.

"Calm down," he said as he stepped over. "You always so tense?"

I chuckled. "Don't get a ton of time to... unwind."

"I see...," he stepped closer, reaching his hand out. His fingertips dragged along my lower back.

I bit my lip. I wasn't lying. I didn't get a lot of time to enjoy myself.

"Maybe you need to find someone that'll make sure you're taken care of," his low voice felt like it wrapped around me.

"Have any suggestions?"

"Maybe one..."

"Is that so?"

"Maybe."

Before I could ask any more questions, Jake walked away.

I took a shaky breath.

Those events kept happening. The moments alone. Flirting and light touching. He'd get close enough to me that my knees would feel weak. I would be ready to do anything he said. As long as I got him.

I remembered his finger gently tapping on my shoulder while sitting together at a booth. I remembered him tilting my head gently to check my neck after a customer tried to grab me. I remembered him "getting pushed" so close to me that his lips brushed a patch of my skin.

Jake was my biggest weakness. And I adored every moment of that feeling.

As those events continued and grew into more ambitious moments, it became clear to me that there was something holding him back.

He'd watch my lips but keep himself from kissing me. Tease me, but not allow himself to go any further. Make flirtatious or sexual comments but never act on any of them.

It didn't take me long after that to notice Simone's attachment. I noticed their relationship. How they interacted. He listened to everything she said. She had some kind of control over him. He liked to pretend she didn't, but it was clear as day.

I kept my mouth shut about it for so long. I was trying to keep the peace, I guess.

And then, I got tired.

A few of us had gone out together.

Jake and I had been playing the same game as we usually did, but tonight it was different. I was tired. Each touch wasn't a shock, but a damn wildfire. It was driving me insane.

I stepped away to go to the bathroom. On my way back, Jake found me. He stopped me. I didn't bother listening to him. He stepped close enough that I could almost feel the body heat rolling off of him. His cologne was intoxicating.

"Okay, stop," I muttered after a bit.

"What," Jake furrowed his eyebrows.

"You're irritating," I explained. "You say all this little thing. Flirty. You'll do this thing where you touch my arm or my back or my sides. But you will never do anything about it."

He didn't speak.

"And I get it," I shrugged, not even thinking about how much I probably should've shut my mouth. "Simone has some weird control over you. What? Does she decide who you sleep with? Or is it just a permission thing? Tell me. Do I have to ask her to allow me to sleep with you? Because I really don't want to do that. So, just tell me now."

"You think Simone has control over who I sleep with?"

"Yeah," I replied. "I really do. Because she'll whisper in your ear and then you're suddenly fine with fucking someone. It's not subtle. I would... I would just like a bit of honesty. Stop playing this little game because I am tired."

"What do you want from me," he asked. "Without ranting."

I took a deep breath. "I want to know what you want. Not what anyone else wants or allows you to do... what do you want?"

His eyes dragged along the length of my body. But he still didn't move. He didn't speak. I sighed and patted his chest a few times.

"Let me know when Simone drops the leash."

I walked away from him.

I didn't turn back around as I left the building, waving at a couple of people on my way. I didn't make it far out the door before my elbow was grabbed.

I panicked as I was dragged into the alley next to the building.

"Hey, let go-"

I was ready to swing but stopped when I saw it was Jake.

"Don't grab people randomly in New York City at night."

"You wanna know what I want," he asked, completely ignoring what I had said. "You wanna know so bad?"

I took a deep breath to calm down. "Yes."

There was another pause. A matter of seconds that felt like hours. I didn't move. I didn't speak. I let Jake have complete control over the moment.

He grabbed the sides of my face before yanking me toward him. I let out a shocked sound before I started kissing him back. He moved forward, pushing me back against the wall of the building. I grabbed at the edge of his jacket, trying to pull him even closer. That wasn't possible, but I was still trying.

I had never imagined a kiss being so frantic.

Jake was guarded, and well known for being that way. But this... this was a different story. He kissed like a man that had been deprived. A man that had been deprived and was craving something. I wonder if I seemed the same way. I didn't mind if I did.

I heard a whine fall from my lips as he pulled away.

In any other situation, I would've been embarrassed. But then, pressed against the wall of a bar, making out with the man that I had wanted for months, I found myself not caring.

He continued kissing me, now giving me a small pause in between each kiss.

"You," he grumbled between kisses. "You're what I want."

He grabbed my jaw, holding me still so I had to look him in the eye. I bit back a moan at the grip he had.

"Are you going to give me what I want?"

I hummed.

He let go of my jaw before leaning down to kiss the skin of my neck. My hands fell on his upper arms, gripping a little tighter as he did.

"Anything," I said quickly. "Anything you want, I can handle it."

He leaned back, looking me in the eye again. "Is that so?"

"Why don't you let me prove it?"

A small noise seemed to work its way out of his throat. "I like the sound of that."

The last completely clear thought I had was Jake pushing me against the inside of my apartment door and pressing his lips to my neck again.

The rest of the night felt like a jumble. An amazing jumble, but a jumble, nevertheless.

I woke up the next morning to see Jake pulling his clothes on. He looked over when he spotted me shifting out of the corner of his eye. A smirk was tugging at his lips.

I sat up, smiling back at him. "Morning."

"Morning," his eyes dragged along my body.

"What do you want," I asked, very clearly trying to tempt him.

He chuckled, walking over to the bed. I bit my lip as he leaned down, one hand on either side of me.

"Wanna see you again tonight," he muttered, brushing his lips to mine.

"I can accommodate that," I replied.

"Really?"

"Definitely," I said, shifting to instead kiss his jaw. "Anything you want. I promise."

He hummed before pulling away. "I'll see you at work."

I nodded.

I watched him walk out, waiting to hear the apartment door shut before I let out a heavy breath.

"Holy shit."

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New Beginnings | Sandman imagine

Summary: After Calliope’s cry for help, Morpheus goes to her rescue and the muse finds out her former lover has moved on.

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Request: Yes

When Morpheus heard Calliope’s calling he was quick to attend and free her from her imprisonment. Out of respect and honoring for the love and grief they shared, Morpheus wouldn’t be capable of lying to himself, as Calliope was undoubtedly a huge part of his story and once was the mother of his child, he couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.

He still felt an immense love for her, and it made his blood boil to find out about her confinement in the hands of Richard Madoc, so he made sure that he would get the right punishment for his atrocities, the man didn’t deserve mercy. Men such as him were rats, cowards who had to be taught a lesson.

For the first time in ages Calliope was free and while she was grateful to Oneiros she was also wondering if he still had feelings for her, out of the wrath he depicted when he imparted justice and the immense tension that filled the room when Morpheus was alone with her.

No matter how much time they spent apart, Calliope still knew her former lover like the back of her hand, and they still couldn’t bring up the subject of their son. But knowing how apprehensive the Endless was, she highly doubted he even acknowledged his pain and grief.

Seeing as he almost walked out that door and it would probably take ages for her to see Oneiros again, she dared to speak.

“May I visit you in the Dream Realm sometime…” His dark blue eyes fixated on her, shining with indescribable emotion. “So that we may finally talk about our son?”

Morpheus opened his mouth to speak, finally understanding the closeness of Calliope was a demonstration of her restraint love, a love maybe she wasn’t even aware that was still there…

But before he could say something female voice he knew very well filled his ears and draw his attention along with Calliope’s.

“Bubs?” A thin woman was outside, just a few feet away from where Morpheus was standing, she was radiant and beautiful, looking at the eternal man with love, when looking carefully at his expression Calliope could see how Morpheus’ face lighted up at the side of you, his whole face changed.

The muse’s heart shattered quietly, the bit of hope she had in Oneiros still loving her died right there. Suddenly, two little kids not older than three years old came out from under your skirt, the toddlers ran in Morpheus direction and he welcomed them with open arms.

You walked over to Morpheus and he was quick to grab you by the waist and kiss you softly. You grabbed your arms around his neck, smiling.

“I’m sorry, love. They insisted”

“It was a very nice surprise” Dream said, picking his daughter up. While your son had his eyes fixated on Calliope who’s eyes watered at the sight of the raven haired boy, he was the living image of Oneiros and her heart ached as she was reminded of the son she lost centuries ago.

For the first time since you arrived you looked at Calliope and she looked back at you, smiling lightly with nostalgia.

“I’m sorry, I’m Y/N. Queen and wife to Morpheus” you reached out your hand to her, she shook it and was reminded of the time she was his as well.

“Calliope” she replied, you nodded slightly, something in your eyes changed, it was some sort of acknowledgment. Of course you knew who she was.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you”

“Likewise” you turned to Morpheus.

“We should leave now, darling it’s getting late” your children whined, protesting.

“But we want to see the Waking World, mama!” the older twin spoke, pouting and batting his long eyelashes at you.

“We’ll have plenty of time to see it, Acanthus” Morpheus told his son, kneeling before him and pinching his nose lightly, making the boy giggle.

“You promise, papa?” Now his daughter spoke, he nodded.

“I promise, Roseann. Now please go back with your mother to the Dreaming. I’ll join you shortly” both of his children complied his command and said goodbye to their father and Calliope before vanishing with you to the Dream realm.

Morpheus looked at Calliope once again, the whole atmosphere changed when getting a glimpse of his new life. The muse now understood that was the tension she felt earlier, the nervousness from a kept secret and not an unexpressed love as she believed at first.

“A rose and a thorn…” Calliope murmured, making Morpheus smile weakly, imagining how she must felt at this specific time.

“One cannot exist without the other, and being twins… it seemed fitting. Y/N suggested it, actually” the muse giggled.

“Of course” there was a minute of silence after that. “You have a beautiful family, Oneiros. I’m happy for you” he smiled, Morpheus was truly happy now, after centuries of grief and pain and he wished the same for his former lover. But all he could say was two simple words.

“Goodbye, Calliope”

“I will never forget this. Fare you well”

Then, Morpheus disappeared in a swirl of sand, leaving Calliope standing all by herself under the moonlight, but being left with another important thing…

Freedom.

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Perseverance | Sandman Imagine.

Summary: As an eternal being, love didn’t seem to be Dream’s friend, as he lost you, his one true love, but something told him you would eventually come back to him.

Pairing: Morpheus x Reader

Requested: Yes

It had always been a lonely existence as an Endless, Morpheus was mostly used to it and surrendered to the reality of his role. Love didn’t seem to fit in his world, that was until you came along.

You weren’t exactly human but you weren’t inmortal either… Morpheus fell in love with you centuries ago, and even when you perished, you would eventually reincarnate and come back to your loved one.

You had all types of appearances, bodies, but Morpheus would recognize you every single time, and every single time you had the same name.

Y/N.

The Endless tried to find an explanation to your existence but there was nothing, or at least nothing in concrete, the only thing he could find that was a very reduced answer to his constant question was that you had some sort of soul contract to the Lord of Dreams.

But this particular soul contract didn’t have an estimated time as to when will you be able to reincarnate and for what you told him, you had no control over it.

The reincarnation could take thirty or fifty years for all you knew, it could even extend to centuries and there was no true way of knowing when you came back, it was your duty to find him.

No matter how long you took, you would always make the most of your time together, because you didn’t know when you would see each other again, but every time you left at least, the King of Dreams had a new wave of memories to remember you.

You recently had died in 1755 at the Lisbon earthquake, he felt devastated but he was hopeful, because you would find him, just like every other time. So he waited.

But one day he was deprived from his freedom at the hands of an amateur occultist and he felt completely helpless.

It would be impossible for you to find your way to him now. He wanted to scream, curse, kick, anything that would ease his rage, but he remained silent.

Morpheus didn’t speak a word, even through the anger, frustration, he just waited for some opportunity to get out of that humid hell hole.

He was completely alone, cold. Until his ears buzzed as he heard a familiar voice… but it couldn’t be, could it?

Dream tried to listen with much more intent this time. He could hear footsteps fading in the distance and then it took a few seconds to hear the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

A chill ran down his spine.

You were there, somehow you were there. His beautiful Y/N, you ran to him, completely shocked and appalled by the sight of Morpheus completely bare sitting in some kind of prison bubble, he stared right into your eyes, forgetting about his imprisonment for a single minute.

For a single minute, the world ceased to exist. There was only you.

“What have they done to you?” You asked him, completely distressed. He put his hands at the sides of yours, and even when he could only feel the cold glass, he imagined for a second he was touching your hands.

“Y/N? How did you find me here?” It was the first words he spoke in God knows how many years, so his voice sounded raspier than usual. You smiled.

“I heard some whispers and I had to come close to Roderick Burgess to finally sneak in” you explained a little too simply.

Morpheus looked at you reluctantly, making you roll your eyes.

“We didn’t do anything Morpheus, maybe just a little kiss but that was it” you said, Morpheus arched a brow.

“A kiss?”

“Seriously, Morpheus? Don’t you think we have bigger problems than where were my lips?” He looked away, but he still didn’t feel comfortable with you kissing Roderick Burgess.

“I have to go, but I promise I’ll find a way to get you out of here” you said to him, before quickly leaving the place, the last thing you wanted was for Roderick to find you anywhere near his dungeon.

It had been ten years of his imprisonment and he trusted you to get him out of here, if there was anyone stubborn enough and intelligent enough to outsmart Burgess it could be you.

When you came back you were joined by Jessamy, his loyal raven. You had brought a wrench to break the glass, with your strength and repetitive impacts as well as Jessamy’s effort the polymer was starting to crack, the cracks were growing stronger and Morpheus’ eyes glowed with hope, you two shared a look.

He was going to get out of here.

But then, two loud bangs echoed through the room, the first full on impacting Jessamy, as her blood was spluttered on the cristal, you step aside from Morpheus, and he caught a glimpse of the wound you were putting pressure on, your hand was covered in blood, a few drops falling to your feet.

When you looked at him teary eyed, his heart shattered. You collapsed to the floor and Morpheus couldn’t keep his eyes off your lifeless body.

Alex Burgess was standing at the end of the stairs, his father asked him to get rid of the bodies as Morpheus sat back, feeling like his whole world crumbled before him as his loyal companion Jessamy and the love of his life Y/N died at the hands of a coward and scrawny young boy like Alex.

He couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down his eyes as they took you and Jessamy away… this wasn’t supposed to happen, you came back but this time he didn’t have a lifetime of memories to remember you by, you were brutally taken away from his side, and Jessamy as well.

With all your efforts he knew he could at least try and break free, but he didn’t. Morpheus sat in the cold of his cracked prison cell plotting his vengeance.

A century passed until he was able to punish Alex Burgess and now being regained his power he still felt a void within his soul, because nothing he did would bring you back. Only time could do that.

Present day, he sat on a park bench feeding the birds, replaying in his head your atrocious murder, he hated that was the last memory of you, how your eyes showed the fear and pain of dying too soon.

“Is the seat taken?” That voice he knew so well filled his ears, when looking up you stood before him, with a beautiful smile and the rays of the sun shining down on you.

“Y/N?” He asked, even when he could recognize you, it was unbelievable, you laughed and hugged him, he slowly pulled you in, taking in your scent, the texture of your skin, your eyes…

You sat beside him, holding his hand, he caressed your face, repeating to himself over and over that you were truly here with him.

“I’m sorry my love, I’m so sorry” he apologized, your eyes soften in sympathy with his affliction.

“No, Morpheus listen to me. The only thing I am sorry for is that I left you to deal with grief and anger, but I would do it all over again if I had to” you spoke sincerely.

“But you were murdered trying to save me and I saw how they dragged you like you were nothing. And Jessamy” he explained, bubbling with anger once again. You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you through his tears.

“I would take a bullet any day, for you. Jessamy loved you so much she risked her own life to try and set you free. Don’t weight yourself down with guilt”

You were so good to him and sometimes he felt like he didn’t deserve it.

Nevertheless, he did the one thing he couldn’t do all those years ago when he was trapped by Roderick Burgess, he kissed you. With so much intent, love and passion, the love of a man that had been waiting for you for almost three hundred years now, one lifetime was stolen away from you and Morpheus was determined to make up for the lost time.

He also promised that day, to find a way to free you from the ties of reincarnation, so you could finally be together for eternity and you could be free from the pain of waiting ages to be together for a limited amount of time.

I love you so much writers of Sandman x reader