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Title: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits — Bonus Scene I (can be read as part 4)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Oliver Sykes x Reader | Words: 6.2k

Tags: polyamorous relationship, men in denial, a lot of swearing, angst, sexual content including p in v (protected), oral (m. receiving), masturbation.

Sheffield, United Kingdom

Summer 2024

I had barely wrapped the towel around my body when the sound of their escalating voices pierced through the tranquility of the house. 

         They were having an argument, and it wasn’t going good. 

         I rushed out of the bathroom and down to the living room, the urgency in my movements nearly causing me to lose my footing as I rounded the landing of Oliver’s home, my heart racing with a mix of confusion and concern. 

         Arriving in the living room, with my hair tied in a messy bun and my body clad only in the towel, I was met with a disconcerting sight. Oliver and Noah were standing in the middle of the living room, glaring, and shouting at each other. Both ignored me. Luna was conspicuously absent. 

         As I gazed between them, I noted their rigid positions and how charged their voices were. I had never seen them so heated. The smell of the heavy lunch we’d had that morning still lingered, but the atmosphere felt oppressive. The tv was murmuring in the background. Noah’s hoodie thrown casually on the armrest and Oliver’s MacBook still open on the other side of the sofa. 

         “Why all the shouting?” I questioned; my voice laced with concern as I surveyed the look on their faces, their expressions, and assessed how bad it could get from here. 

         Despite my presence, which usually incited their attention, they remained locked in the tense standoff, their focus solely fixated on each other. The air crackled with palpable agitation as accusations flew back and forth like arrows in a heated battle. 

         “Oliver here seems pretty convinced that I’m monopolizing your time, and that eventually I’ll keep you away from him, as if I’d ever sabotage this relationship,” Noah retorted bitterly, gesturing vehemently towards the man standing merely six feet from him. “Do you honestly believe I’d do such thing? What do you think I’m going to do to her, dude? Hide her passport so that she can’t travel anywhere? Burn yours so that you can’t leave this country?” 

         “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did,” Oliver said, his voice dripping with frustration and resentment. 

         His bitter-edged response only continued to mount the tension, fueled by their sudden mutual distrust and resentment. Where was this all coming from? 

         “Oh, really? That’s what you think of me?” 

         Their voices grew louder, and I couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of unease, a primal instinct warning of impending danger. 

         “Guys, please. Can you just…” They dismissed my attempt at diffusing the escalating conflict. I spotted Luna peering at us from behind the sofa. That’s where she had been; hiding. I couldn’t blame her. I had never seen Oliver and Noah acting like this towards each other, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare me a little, too. “You’re scaring Luna,” I admonished, gathering some courage and adding a hint of anger to my tone. However, it seemed to have little effect on them.

         “You’re being ridiculous, Oliver. You’re being jealous over fucking nothing! We’re all in this together. You love her. I love her. We’re all invested in this relationship. We’re fucking her together. I love watching you fuck her. I understand that I spend more time with her because of our residence in the States, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t think about you every morning and every night.”

         As Noah’s words reverberated through the room and filled each corner, realization dawned on me. Of course, I had thought about this before, but I’d been too focused on my own happiness and pleasure that I hadn’t taken the time to address the issue. Now, as the fire grew in front of me, the problem was clear. 

         “Boys,” I said, taking a tentative step forward to position myself nearly in between their bodies. “Calm down. Please.” My hands were raised at level with their chests. I waited a few seconds, checking if my words had some effect. When I confirmed it and earned their looks, I spoke, “I think the problem is not about who’s spending more time with me,” I told them. “The problem is that you’re both fucking me but you’re not fucking each other.” It was blunt, but given their current state, I don’t think anything else would have made them redirect their focus to the real issue. 

         My blunt assessment seemed to freeze them in place, the weight of my words settling like a thick fog in the room. This was the crux of the matter, and I was determined to confront it head-on, even if the hardest part had to be sorted between them. 

         They went still, then. My words seemed to fill the room with prickling tension. This was the issue, and they were not going to change my mind. Ever since we started this relationship, I had expected for it to be more than just me getting fucked. 

         “You’re wrong,” Oliver protested after a tense pause, his voice tinged with defiance. “The problem is not sex. It’s just Noah being…”

         “Again!” Noah shouted. “I haven’t done anything wrong. I love her! And I love what the three of us have! Where is the fucking problem, man? Why are you being such a teenager?”

         “A teena—?”

         “Guys, stop! Please, stop!” This time, I pressed my hands to their chests, feeling the tension radiating through their bodies. They pressed against me. I feared that if I hadn’t been there, things might have escalated into a physical confrontation. “Oli,” I called out. He ignored me. “Oliver! Look at me. Listen to me.”

         It took a while, but eventually Oliver met my gaze. I eased the pressure of my hand on his chest, conveying through my touch that there was no need for defensiveness. Not with me.  

         “Do you feel like Noah is not spending enough time with you?” 

         Something crossed his eyes. 

         “Love, I swear it’s not that…” Oliver began, his voice softer now. I raised my hand, gesturing to silence him. 

         “I think the root of the problem lies with me,” I continued, turning my head to look at Noah. His chest was rising heavily, his nostrils flaring. If I hadn’t got out of the shower at the time I did, I might have made it downstairs to find him turned into a dragon. This was not the anger that he exuded on stage. This was real. This was raw. And it wasn’t nice. “I’ve been demanding too much from you without allowing you both the space to explore your own emotions and feelings toward each other.”

         Noah chuckled, and I glared at him. 

         “I think we made it clear plenty of times that we’re okay with this, being the three of us together,” Noah added. 

         “Yeah, but… There’s a line that you haven’t crossed. Every time it’s there, you both recoil, as if scared to cross it.”

         “We’re not scared,” Oliver was quick to say, his tone laced with bravado.  

         Noah had the same expression on his face, which told me that they were going to make this harder than required for me and for themselves.

         “Then, why are you shouting at each other? Why are you making such a fuss about something that could be solved in five minutes if you sit down and talk like the adults you are?” 

         “Because it’s not about that,” Oliver retorted.

         I raised an eyebrow.

         “You’re jealous,” I said. “Not jealous of Noah spending more time with me. Not jealous of Noah getting to eat me out. You’re jealous because he’s not sucking your cock.” 

         Oliver started saying my name, his cheeks flushed, but stopped midway, frozen. When I looked at Noah, he had an identical expression etched his face, and when his eyes crossed Oliver’s, they both looked away. 

         This would have been funny —cute, even— if it weren’t for how angry they were. I knew better than to make fun of their behavior when they were fuming and one step away from becoming rottweilers. 

         “And you’re just angry because you don’t know how to channel those emotions,” I continued telling Oliver, “and instead of telling that to Noah straight away or getting on your knees, you decide to shout at him and accuse him of monopolizing my time.” 

         “Because he is! Are you taking his side?”

         “That’s not what I’m doing,” I replied, turning to Noah. “You—.”

         “What have I done?! Is it my fault that we were born in America and live in the same city?” He exclaimed, raising his arms in the air. 

         I ignored his comment. 

         “You know exactly where his feelings come from because you feel the same! And instead of being honest with him, and with me, you shout back at him as if he was your enemy.”

         “You didn’t hear the things he said to me ten minutes ago,” Noah chided. 

         I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to know if Oliver had been serious.  

         “Did you mean them?” I asked Oliver. “Did you really mean them?”

         “No,” he admitted, resignation evident as he dropped his shoulders. 

         I sighed, hopeful that this meant we were getting somewhere; that I’d be able to bring back the peace. I had to admit, though, that the ambience had been tense since before Noah and I arrived. The last videocall between Noah and Oliver hadn’t been very nice, and the strain between them had lingered since then. I could have noticed, but instead I ignored it, selfishly focusing on the thought that I would get to have them both together again in a matter of days, as soon as our flight landed in London. 

         “Can we sit down so that we can discuss this calmly?” I urged, exasperation creeping into my voice.

         “No,” they both replied in unison, their synchronized loud response startling me.

         My eyes widened. I sighed, hard, feeling a mix of irritation and desperation. 

         “Fine, do it your way, but I will sit down.” I relented. I tightened the towel around my body and settled on the sofa. Their brief, shared glance at my bare legs didn’t escape my notice, but it was quickly overshadowed by the tension in the room.  

         “Is anyone else happy in this relationship besides me?” I asked with my arms folded defensively against the chill creeping into my body.  

         “Yes. I am,” Noah replied. “I’m happy, too, but this moron here fails to see it. He fails to see everything I did for this to work. I could’ve had you all to myself if—.”

         “There it is!” Oliver exploded, cutting off Noah’s words with the sharp edge of his tongue.  

         “Noah!” I admonished him, my tone and look conveying my disapproval at his choice of words. He shouldn’t have said that, regardless of whether it held any truth. He should not have said that.  

         “Oh, come on,” he retorted. “Don’t twist it now. I wouldn’t be here in this house if I wasn’t okay with what we have. I told you I’m okay with you fucking her,” he said to Oliver. “She loves you fucking her. And getting her to do what she loves matters to me more than anything else.”

         “It shouldn’t be like that,” I murmured softly. 

         Noah simply gazed at me. I could tell he was tired. He didn’t want to argue, but the complexities of his and Oliver’s dynamic had ensnared them in a tangled mess.

         “It’s clear that you two love fucking me, and I definitely love it, too, so no need to go through this again. Boys,” I changed my position, kneeling on the sofa cushions to meet their eyes with a pleading look, “do you doubt what I feel for you? I have no room for a single doubt regarding your feelings for me, but I’m willing to talk if any of you feel that I don’t love you enough, or that I favor one over the other.” 

         “Kitten…” Noah began, but it was Oliver’s fingers the ones that reached my chin. 

         “You’re everything we could’ve ever asked for. You haven’t done anything wrong, doll.” 

         “What about each other? Do you doubt each other?” I pressed, feeling a pang of cold as Oliver’s touch left my skin. “You have to talk to each other,” I insisted. “We’re not moving forward until you do.”

         For a moment, I thought I did it. I thought that I managed to break through the barriers between them, that they would finally sit down and have an open, honest conversation.  

         But I was wrong.

         They exchanged glances, communicating silently as they waited for the other to make a move.

         I felt a growl building in my throat, frustration bubbling up inside me.   

         “Why are you being so macho? What’s the need for this?” I demanded. “I have no problem with you being all dominant and rough with me. But you can also be every other side of yourselves, and it won’t change the way I see you.”

         I could see my words chipping away at their defenses, but it still wasn’t enough. My frustration grew with each passing moment, a sense of helplessness settling over me as they remained locked in that stupid standoff. 

         As my words hung in the air, challenging their stubborn resolve, I expected some sign of surrender, a flicker of realization in their eyes. But instead, their stances remained rigid, their expressions hardened by the weight of their unspoken turmoil. Oliver’s jaw tightened even further, his brows furrowing in defiance, while Noah’s eyes darted away, a silent admission of discomfort.

         It was as though my words had ricocheted off their armored walls, leaving me standing alone in the battlefield. Despite my efforts to bridge the chasm between them, their refusal to let down their guard only fueled my frustration further, a searing flame of helplessness burning within me.

         With a heavy sigh, I realized that I had reached the limits of my influence. 

         “This is it? You prefer to keep ignoring the elephant in the room? Both of you? For God’s sake… All right,” I stood up, crossing between their bodies and heading towards the stairs. Luna suddenly trailing behind me in a hurried way. Turning away, my footsteps heavy with disappointment, I left them to solve the problem on their own. “You can sleep in the sofa tonight. Or, I’ll take the sofa and you can take… the bed or the floor. I don’t care, but I’m not going to be a part of this anymore until the three of us are finally on the same boat. You’re being dicks to each other, and the three of us are going to pay for the consequences, eventually.”

         Standing there was like watching a slow-motion collision, where each avoided the inevitable crash, preferring the tension to confrontation. My outburst was a last-ditch effort, a desperate plea to break through the thick walls of pride and insecurity that kept them at odds. But as I stormed out, leaving them to their stubborn silence, I couldn't shake the sinking feeling that this impasse would persist until they found the courage to confront the truth they both feared.

I woke up to the chill of two empty sides on the bed, and a pang of loneliness pierced my chest. When I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I could see the sadness etched into every line of my face. 

         I washed away the traces of sleep and decided to make the bed, a subconscious effort to delay facing the reality awaiting me downstairs. 

         They hadn’t come upstairs to sleep. Oliver entered the bedroom around 8pm to grab some clothes and retrieve his and Noah’s toothbrush from the bathroom, and I couldn’t help but be speechless at how dramatic they were being.  

         Thirty minutes later, having attempted and failed to find some peace and strength in a short meditation on the balcony, I went downstairs with hushed footsteps. 

         I started preparing breakfast, not aiming to disturb their sleep, but the soft hum of the coffee machine and the clinking of plates and cups echoing in the open kitchen stirred Noah from his slumber. On the other side of the sofa, Oliver lay sprawled on his back, his hair tousled. As the deep sleeper he was, he only stirred slightly before settling back into his restful state. 

         I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. It seemed that at least one of us managed to get some decent rest, even if it was on the couch.  

         As Noah propped himself up on his forearms, his gaze drifted over to Oliver’s form, then down to the middle of the sofa where their legs lay entangled, hidden beneath the shared blanket.  The sight of their bodies occupying the entire sofa would have brought a smile to my lips were it not for the reason why they had spent the night there. I could only imagine them moving around and kicking each other during the night, adding another silly unnecessary thing to the pile of stuff they had been arguing about the evening before. 

         With a heavy sigh, Noah finally sat up and ran a hand through his face and hair.  

         “Morning,” he grumbled.

         “Morning,” I replied. 

         Noah took a quick bathroom break. When he came back, he walked with deliberate steps to where I was standing in the kitchen. He leaned in for a morning kiss that I was more than quick to give. He lingered by the kitchen isle to watch me make breakfast, accepting the coffee mug I offered and taking a sip while keeping his eyes on me. 

         “I expected you guys to come to bed at some point,” I said in a low voice, trying to conceal the twinge of hurt I felt at the fact that they had opted for sleeping on the couch instead of addressing their issues and joining me in bed. 

         “I wanted to,” Noah said, his voice tinged with regret, “but you made it clear that we needed to sort things out first, that you didn’t want us in bed with you if we didn’t, so…”

         I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. I placed my hands on the edge of the counter, exasperation crawling back to my bones. 

         “You know it wasn’t meant like that,” I sighed. “I was just trying to nudge you both into dealing with the real problem.”

         His silent response and the heaviness of his brown gaze on me confirmed my dreaded suspicion—he still wasn’t ready to. He still didn’t want to talk about it. Great.

         “Did you miss us?” He suddenly asked, breaking the silence. 

         Typical Noah. Whenever he knew he’d messed up, he’d try to sidestep the issue with softness instead of facing it head-on. I couldn’t help but be surprised that even after the heated argument we’d had the day before, he was still reluctant to confront the elephant in the room. 

         But when he looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes, I suddenly became weak. 

         “Every minute,” I admitted, a bittersweet smile forming on my lips. “I couldn’t sleep. I’m used to being sandwiched between you two now. I kept checking my phone, hoping for a text, and waiting for both of you to show up at the bedroom door,” I shook my head. “God, I’m turning into such a sap.”

         My words elicited a laugh from him, one of my favorite sounds in the morning.  

         “You’ve always been a sap,” he teased, leaving the coffee mug aside and pulling me close until his hands found my waist. With no effort at all, he lifted me onto the counter. 

         Grinning, I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through the silky hair at his nape. He stepped between my legs, and I relished in the familiar warmth of his body against mine in the chilled morning.  

         “Did you talk?” I inquired softly, obviously referring to him and Oliver. 

         “Not much, to be honest,” he admitted. His forehead found mine as he leaned in. “I don’t know what to do.”

         Allowing a moment for him to relax in my arms, I gently brushed a loose strand of hair from his forehead after pulling back to meet his eyes. 

         “I know you two are aware that this is not a relationship based solely on you two dating me,” I began, my voice tender. “We’re all in this together. We’re all dating each other. But you and Oli are struggling to come to terms with it,” I made a pause, my eyes boring into his, “or with what it means.”

         A flash of insecurity crossed Noah’s face, his usual self-confidence momentarily faltering. My heart ached for him.  

         “I’ve never been with a man before, baby,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.  

         I nodded, understanding without him needing to explain. Of course I knew. 

         “I had never been with two men,” I started to say, reaching out to touch his cheek gently, “but here I am, utterly in love and happy with both of them,” I tried to summon a reassuring smile, but Noah’s insecurity lingered, prompting me to continue speaking. “It was scary at first. I spent weeks worrying about what would happen, especially when we flew back home after Europe. But everything is so wonderful now, and I wish to keep it that way, but for that, we need the whole package, Noah. And that includes you and Oliver giving each other what you’re missing out,” I playfully bopped his nose, but he flinched, giving me an annoyed look. All right. “Also, I don’t think Oli’s ever been with another man, either” I added, glancing toward his sleeping form on the sofa. “So, it would be a first time for both of you.” 

         “Would you… like that? Oli and me?” Noah’s voice wavered with uncertainty. 

         I reached for a biscuit from a plate beside me, taking a bite and chewing slowly. After licking some crumbs from the corner of my lips, I casually rubbed the heel of my socked foot against the back of Noah’s thigh.

         “I’ve been thinking about sitting in the armchair in the bedroom and watch you and Oliver do nasty things to each other,” I said with a mischievous grin. 

         Noah narrowed his eyes at me.

         “You’re a naughty girl, you know that?”

         His teasing remark brought back a sense of normalcy, making me feel a bit relieved for the first time that morning after a restless night. 

         “So I’ve been told,” I replied nonchalantly, taking another bite of the biscuit. 

         Noah took the remaining biscuit from my hand and returned it to the plate before kissing me slowly, his hand cupping my cheek and his fingers tucking my hair behind my ear as our lips melded together. 

         “It’d make me really happy to see you together,” I said, placing my hands on his face and pulling back slightly to meet his gaze directly, “but I know it would make you and Oli even happier. You’re hungry for each other. I’ve seen it in the way you look at him and the way he looks at you. The sex is amazing, and we’re all satisfied, but you’re just dying to taste him and you’re too shy to make a move. Same with him, which is unusual,” I continued, drawing out my words as I shrugged my shoulders, “given how carefree he is with everything he says and does, including those impromptu cat walks when he’s wearing that silly maid outfit.” 

         We shared a laugh, the tension dissipating further before indulging in another lingering kiss. This was Noah’s way of seeking reassurance, and I was more than happy to oblige and give it to him. I would give him as many kisses as he needed. 

         “This is where all this tension is coming from”, I concluded, my voice softening once again. 

         Noah’s chest rose with a heavy sigh that said he finally admitted it. He released the breath he had been holding just as Luna appeared at our side, her eyes pleading for her morning walk.

         “Can you wait a bit, darling? We’ll take you out in a few minutes,” I said to her. 

         “I’ll take her out now,” came Oliver’s unexpected voice. 

         Noah and I startled at the interruption, Noah moving away from me as if caught in something criminal. Despite reaching out to him, my eyes focused on Oliver. 

         Oliver excused himself to go to the bathroom before I could open my mouth. He was still upset about what happened the night before, and I guess he didn’t like seeing me in Noah’s arms first thing in the morning, especially since that’s what started the arguments the day prior. 

         I reminded myself to stay calm. I’d have to go through the same talk with him to get him to the same place where Noah was.   

         “Oliver,” I said, my voice gentle yet firm. 

         “What?” came his response, edged with tension. He avoided looking at Noah. 

         Seeing them like this broke my heart and infuriated me simultaneously.  

         “You and Noah need to talk. Right now,” I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. 

         The whole situation was dripping with irony. I wanted to shout back at Oliver all the things he had preached about before we started this relationship—all that talk about communication being paramount to make this work. Where was all that now? 

         “We can talk later,” he replied, attempting to evade the conversation by calling out for Luna, who happily trotted towards her dad, tongue out and tail wagging. 

         “No,” I asserted, holding my ground. “You two are going to talk right now,” I insisted, positioning myself at a fair distance between both so it wouldn’t seem like I was taking sides.  “I swear, if either of you keeps dragging this out without reason, I will get on the first flight back to Los Angeles. So, decide right now. Do you want me to leave?” I directed the question to both of them. “Or do you want more? What’s it going to be?” 

         Oliver dropped his shoulders in resignation, a small victory amidst the tension. Noah was standing behind me. I could tell that he was ready to get it together and be honest with Oliver and with himself, but he would keep holding back until it was clear that Oliver was in the same boat. 

         Setting Luna’s leash down in the kitchen isle, Oliver caused Luna to drop her tail and tilt her head in confusion. Wasn’t he going to take her out? I made a mental note to go out with her later for a long walk, but right now, Oliver and Noah needed to have the conversation they’d been avoiding for months. 

          Oliver let himself fall onto the sofa, pushing the blanket that he and Noah had used during the night to the side without bothering to fold it. His green eyes met mine. Then, his gaze finally shifted to Noah. 

         “Come here,” Oliver said to Noah, patting the spot next to him. 

         Noah sat next to him, a huff coming out from him, his arms resting unpreoccupied between his legs. It took him a moment to turn his head toward Oliver, but when he did…

         They held each other’s gazes for a while. I don’t know what they felt in that moment, but I was certainly feeling the anticipation, my heartbeat increasing with each passing second. 

         Oliver raised his arm and then his fingers were touching Noah’s chin and lower lip. There was a question in his eyes, something that only they knew what it meant. 

         Then, they leaned into each other, and they kissed. 

         My breath caught in my throat, but as their mouths moved against each other, I found myself flooded by a sense of relief and… excitement. Was this supposed to be wrong? It definitely didn’t feel like it. I was enjoying it very much, feeling pride for my boys and pride at myself for having achieved this. 

         Though they appeared entirely oblivious to my presence in the room, their movements seemed to align with the path I hoped they would follow. 

         As I contemplated where to position myself to observe the unfolding scene in that summer morning, Noah sank to his knees between Oliver’s legs, deftly undoing the laces of his sweatpants until he slid them down, taking his underwear along with them to his ankles. 

         A muttered curse escaped Oliver’s lips, betraying all the tension that had been following us since days prior. 

         Noah raised his eyes at him before daring to put his hands on his length. 

         “Is this what you want?” Noah asked him. 

         If he really wanted an answer, he didn’t wait for it. 

         His mouth swallowed his length, and within seconds, Oliver was leaning back on the sofa, clutching at the pillows with clenched fists, his lips parted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

         Had I imagined this scenario before today? Yes, I had, but never had I voiced it aloud, nor di I anticipate witnessing it, in all honesty, especially not amidst the chaos of the day’s events. 

         I was about to climb onto the counter to get a better view of Noah pleasuring Oliver when Oliver’s green eyes caught mine. 

         “Doll,” his voice was ragged, breathless, “why don’t you come over here and join us?” 

         Uncertain of his intentions, I approached them cautiously, licking my lips. Oliver gestured toward the corner of the room, his chest rising and falling as Noah continued his ministrations between his legs.  

         “Jesus Christ,” Oliver muttered before mustering the strength to focus back on me. “Doll, sit down and touch yourself. Don’t stand there watching us. This isn’t some damn show.”

          Noah hadn’t even lifted his head from Oliver’s lap, his attention entirely consumed by the task at hand, when he said, “Do it. Now.”

         Taking a deep breath, I settled onto the corner of the sofa, positioning myself to their view. Oliver’s gaze roamed over me, his struggle evident as Noah continued, relentless. 

         “Feet on the sofa. Panties off. Let me see you,” Oliver instructed, his voice restrained, indicating he was not far from the edge. 

         I complied, feeling a slight shyness creeping in. This was a scenario none of us were accustomed to. Slowly, I parted my legs, and Oliver raised an expectant eyebrow, silently urging me on. Without hesitation, I grasped the hem of my oversized shirt and lifted it, revealing the black thong I wore underneath. 

         “I said—” His voice was cut off abruptly as Noah took him deeper, to the back of his throat, “off,” Oliver growled, his demand leaving no room for negotiation. 

         With a quick movement, I lifted my hips and removed my thong, spreading my legs open to their gaze. As my fingers found their way to my clit, tracing soft circles around it, I sensed that we were in for a wild morning.  

         Barely two minutes into the act, Oliver let out a primal growl, his head thrown back, hands gripping Noah’s hair tightly as he pressed him against his crotch. With a soft ‘pop’, Noah released him, drawing in a deep breath and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. 

         “Don’t tell me that was your first,” Oliver said, “because there’s no way I’m going to believe you.”

         Noah chuckled, his laughter momentarily dissipating the heat in the room. The sound would have relieved whatever remnants of tension and fear remained inside of me were it not for the fact that I was about to come myself. 

         “Definitely a first time,” Noah replied with a tilt of his head. Then, as if sensing my arousal, he turned his head towards me, and his smile fell. 

         He stood up, his hungry faze traveling from my face down to my exposed pussy. He had been so focused on Oliver that he hadn’t noticed the spectacle unfolding on the other side of the sofa. 

         Without uttering a word, Noah walked towards me. He didn’t need to bend down or extend an arm; he simply removed my hand and then, he just… touched me. 

         “You’re a mess,” he acknowledged, his fingers dragging slowly through my folds. 

         He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted me, causing the burning sensation inside of me to only intensify, threatening to consume me if I didn’t get their hands on me in the next few seconds. 

         “Oli,” Noah called out, glancing over his shoulder. “You good? She needs to be rewarded, don’t you think?”  

         “Sure she does,” he agreed, pulling up his sweatpants and running a hand through his hair. “Sit back,” he told Noah. “I’m going to enjoy this. Doll, do you want to ride Noah?” 

         “I don’t think you have to ask,” Noah added, a grin spreading across his face as he extended his arm towards me. 

         Grasping his hand, I moved myself onto his lap. Noah’s hands found my hips beneath the hem of my t-shirt, while Oliver took hold of my right hand, bringing it to his lips. 

         “You need to be rewarded for doing so good to us.”

         “Right?!” I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows at him with a smile. It wasn’t lost on me that he had been denying his desire for Noah to pleasure him for months. These men and their stubbornness… 

         “And you’re such a good, good girl to us.”

         “She is,” Noah agreed, his voice a whisper as his hands guided me onto one of his thighs, pressing me down against him, my dampness spreading onto the fabric of his sweatpants. 

         “Oh.”

         “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Come on, baby. Use me,” he urged, his hands steadying me with a firm grip on my hips. 

         “But…” I began, my face flushing crimson. 

         “I’ll fuck you in a moment, but I want you to use me first,” he insisted, his voice filled with desire.  

          Feeling self-conscious under the intense scrutiny of both men’s gazes, I opted to press my mouth to Noah’s as I began to grind against his thigh. He tasted like Oliver and the experience made me dizzy. Noah swallowed my moans eagerly, while Oliver urged me to go faster, his hand caressing my ass enticingly as I moved myself on top of Noah. 

         Lost in a haze of pleasure, at some point Oliver grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me towards him so that he could kiss me passionately, allowing Noah a breather.

         Eventually, I became a whimpering mess, my hands sliding down to find Noah’s bulge. I stroked it a few times with my open palm before deciding I couldn’t wait any longer. With deft fingers, I unlaced him and freed his cock. 

         Noah’s hand in my waist steadied me. 

         “You sure about this?” The question was directed to Oliver. There was concern in his voice. 

         Oliver dismissed it with a shake of his head. “That pussy is not going anywhere. It’s ours. So go on. Take her.”

         Noah nodded. I whined in his arms, hoping that he would just let me get him inside of him. 

         “Condom?” He asked, still directing his questions to Oli.

         Oliver disappeared briefly, returning with a condom package that he handed to Noah. However, I took it from his fingers. 

         “I’ll do it,” I offered, taking the package and swiftly sliding the condom onto Noah’s cock. 

         Lifting my hips slightly, I positioned myself above him and sank down, moaning softly, a melody that echoed in Noah’s ears and Oliver’s too. 

         “God, you’re so beautiful,” Oliver murmured in awe, watching each of my expressions like a hawk.  

         Resting my head on Noah’s shoulder, I began to move my hips in a rhythmic motion, gliding up and down, front to back, performing a dance on top of him that ignited a bigger fire inside of me. The intensity heightened when Oliver sneaked a hand between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit with precision. 

         “Come for us, babygirl,” Oliver said, his voice a seductive whisper. 

         Unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure, I surrendered to the sensations, especially as I felt Noah pulsating inside of me. His grip tightened on my hip, his other hand tangling in my hair as he pressed his face against my neck, emitting a primal roar against my skin as he released himself into the condom. 

         I dug my nails on his shoulders through his t-shirt as my own orgasm crashed over me, the waves of pleasure overwhelming me as Noah’s pulses still filled me up and Oliver’s fingers continued their relentless assault on my clit. 

         It took me a moment to find my voice amidst the euphoria. I asked Noah if he was okay, and he responded with a sloppy kiss on my jaw, a bright smile spreading across his face afterward. 

         I glanced at Oliver, who was watching us with admiration despite our dishevelled state. Not that he looked much better himself. 

         After nuzzling against Noah’s chest for a moment, I shifted myself towards Oliver. Wrapping my arms around his neck, half of my body still remained in Noah’s lap. Noah lifted my shirt to uncover my ass, giving it a playful slap before caressing it and dropping his head back with a contented sigh. 

         “Good talk,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice and eliciting laughter from all of us. 

         “Yeah,” Oliver agreed with a chuckle. “We should have more breakfasts like this.”

         Our moment of levity was abruptly interrupted by Luna’s barking. 

         She stood in the doorway, looking frustrated that we had completely forgotten about her. 

         “Oh, shit,” I said.

         Yeah, our bad habits were just about to get worse. 

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[jewelulu]

La Extraordinaire

Event overview

A show-stoping theatre on Sage’s Island has just opens its doors to the public! La Extraordinaire is an all new sensational theatre-restaurant, that offers endless forms of live entertainment whether it’s through music, singing, dancing, comedy or magical performances, there’s no limit to what can be shown on stage. Along with the serving of delicious foods, the theatre is a high end experience accompanied by its own unique dress code for its guests.

With this grand opening, the theatre has opens its doors to several students from both NRC and RSA to attend and enjoy the beauty of the theatre. However four students have been selected to not only enjoy the theatre’s performances but to be a part of the list of acts that will take place. The students selected to perform on stage are Deuce Spade , Rook Hunt, Jamil Viper, and Lilia Vanrouge. The selected students are allowed to decide on whether they’d like to perform in pairs or as a soloist. There’s no rule to what their acts can be so long as they come prepared to entertain and wow the crowd.

But where do yuu fit into these performances?

A special invitation has been given out to yuu, (and Grim of course after his insistence to tag along his henchmen) one that not only allows them to be a guest and spectator of all the performances but to join the stage should they choose too.

Event Rules

This event is for to everyone to participate and enjoy, however let’s keep everything PG-13

Oc’s, Yuusonas and Canon characters are all welcomed!

Feel free to draw, make fics, edits and much more! Create as much as you’d like!

Use the tag #la extraordinaire and @ or tag me in the posts too! I’d love to see what everyone comes up with!

No deadline!

Dress Codes

From neat and elegant to bold and flashy, all guest are asked to dress in accordance to the theatre’s theme! Whether your simply here to enjoy the show or if you’re also taking part in an act , you can choose if you’ll stay with one set of clothing or change when performing

(A small a clash between 1920-30s fashion and theatre/circus attire )

OC & Cannon Characters

Jewel Imerladi - Groovy

Deuce Spade / Rook Hunt / Jamil Viper / Lilia Vanrouge (To be added….)

The Guest List

Carla Coquille / @the-rini-rush

Constance Sanderson / @theolivetree123

Yumiko Akinori / @emillydepiatti

Rowan & Damian Sykes / Groovy / @readsrandomstuff67

Yuliya Shelby / full-body / @valse-a-mille-temps

Ellis Clawthorne / @starry-night-rose

Background

If anybody would like to make card theses backgrounds are available!

Not my art I simply edited them from the movie

Go all out for your design, whether you’re a guest or/and a performer. If you choose to perform, what you’d like your act to be is entirely up to you. Be bold, be flashy and as extra as you’d like, and be prepare to wow everyone.

Enjoy the show ~

This event is based off both A Monster in Paris and Jack and The Cuckoo Clock Heart

Boarder credits to: @saradika

[givingblood]

Listen, this act was not my favourite there was so many character centric moments I thought we'd have here with the central cast, I wanted to explore Vis loneliness, her being without someone to protect, I wanted that explored, I wanted her to have her moment where she realises her value.

They gave me vander silco and vis mum (can't remember name) back story that just wasn't necessary at all, I didn't have questions about silco and his relationship to Vander, all of this was covered so satisfactory in season 1.

Isha to me was a very very on the nose plot device and while I was upset by her death, I felt relieved that there is one less character to take away the screen time from the main cast.

And please tell me I wasn't the only one who got CW vibes from the "Don't touch my daughter" and the Viktor in the cosmos scenes, like I cringed at times and Arcane has never ever made me cringe (and it has an imagine dragons song as it's theme so that's saying something) so I was pretty startled by it.

With only 1 more act to connect all these loose ends and give the characters WE ALL ACTUALLY LOVE some time to breathe and connect with us I'm anxious.

I don't mean to make this all about Caitlyn and Vi but they are my emotional heart of the show and I am praying the writers took their time and gave them the love they deserve in terms of emotional weight.

They said they wanted 2 seasons because they had a cohesive story they wanted to tell and all I have at the moment are doubts, it's very rushed, nothing has breathing room, things are set up and walked away from within one episode, like remember dictator caitlyn? The one that left vi in a ditch? Syke! she's fucken with my girl Vi again because????? Also she blue eye samurai'd for some reason as well? Like ??? I'm just?? Okay?? Caitlyn is so hot I'm willing to look past it but what ????? I like the sharp shooter marksman, one shot one kill, why is she spinning around on the floor with a spear ?? Girl get up take that red shit off.

Also Mels brother but not brother but secret sister? What are we DOING????

Where is Ekko?

Evil corrupted Viktor vs noxus vs piltover vs zaun I'm ready...

But please God give me my flawless emotionally charged writing back.

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant

Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only)

Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3 & Tumblr

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk, Blood kink, Anal.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 29:

Do you want some more?

Chapter title is lyrics from "Kool-Aid”

We’re back to Oli’s perspective.

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Four, three, nine, six.  

I let the numbers play on repeat in my mind, adopting the code like a mantra to keep it in the forefront of my memory as I clutched Alice’s hand, tugging her along behind me while I rushed us down the winding staircase. 

“Slow down,” She laughed nervously, her words echoing against the concrete walls of the fire escape, “I’m sure the restaurant will still be there if we take our time.” 

“We’re not going to the restaurant.” I felt the corners of my lips twist my features into a smile as I remained focused on the task before me. 

Four, three, nine, six.  

Or was it three, four, nine, six…   

Fuck.  

“Then where are you taking me?” 

No, surely it was four, three, nine, six.  

Right?  

“You’ll see.” I said distantly as we reached the bottom of the stairs where I was faced with my dreaded obstacle: the keypad . 

Four… three… nine… six.  

As I keyed in the numbers I’d conjured up from the depth of my memory, I anxiously held onto the hope that they’d used the same code for the back exit of the hotel as they had for the rooftop door. 

Cause if they hadn’t, the alarm would be blaring any moment now. 

“Doesn’t this lead to the back of the hotel?” I heard Alice ask with yet another nervous laugh while I held my breath and pushed the door open. 

Thankfully we were met by nothing but the remnants of the setting sun through the treeline ahead.  

I breathed a sigh of relief.  

Alice released a small yelp as I wordlessly tugged us towards the small path leading to the forest behind the hotel, intentionally not facing her as we neared a sprint, not trusting myself to keep my intentions secret. 

You see, I hadn’t meant to drift off when I crawled into bed with Alice earlier. But her comfort had been too consuming, and my sleep deprivation too great. So, when I woke up and realised from the evening light filtering through the window that I’d wasted our last day at the hotel by sleeping it away, there was only one thing I wanted to do. 

The first thing I noticed when I awoke from the land of suspiciously nightmare-free slumber, was that Alice had no longer been tangled up in my arms. She’d instead been standing by the window, staring out into the forest we’re heading towards now. 

She’d worn a dress today that I’d seen her in many times before. It appeared deceivingly modest at first glance, with the hemline almost hitting her knees. But the white fabric was so thin you could see her figure perfectly, even with the faintest of directional light hitting her. 

Her fingers were playing mindlessly on her lips as she was obviously lost in thought, her blonde locks messy, and the dress creased from having been in bed with me for so long. And while it was hard to tell the nature of her thoughts from her shifting expressions, I could have sworn I saw lust flicker in her eyes as she let her fingers drag over her soft bottom lip. 

Then I noticed the outline of her underwear, and just a whisper of one of the bruises I’d left on her hip a couple of nights ago. 

I found myself wondering what shade they’d developed into by now, followed by the thought that it would be incredibly easy to tear into such a thin fabric and have a look for myself. 

Almost too easy.  

Not wanting the early stages of my morning wood to escalate any further in Alice and Liam’s room, I abruptly sat up, jarring Alice out of her deep thoughts before asking if she was ready to head out. 

She’d nodded, a twinkle in her eyes suggesting she was happy I’m awake – happy to see me. 

Stop it Oli, you’re being a hopeful twat again.  

I immediately dragged her off to the fire escape in a rush, hoping to outrun my fears of being wrongfully optimistic; hoping to silence the thoughts that all isn’t well between us before they grow roots and spread in my chest; not wanting our last night in paradise to be wasted any more than it already had been. 

The treeline which had appeared to be in such close proximity to the hotel from Alice’s room, was a fair bit further than anticipated, made evident by Alice’s laboured breathing once we reached the first cluster of thick tree trunks. 

But I needed her to not be out of breath for this next bit, so I slowed us to a walk once we entered the forest, before having her lean up against the rough bark of one of the trees, finally meeting her gaze in the faint light. 

“Do you mind filling me in on what we’re doing here?” She asked, but I could tell she already knew, that my heavy-lidded eyes had given it away far too quickly from the way she melted against the wood behind her the moment she looked at me. 

I took a step closer, my hand snaking around her waist as I pressed my body to hers. She inhaled sharply as what I could already feel throbbing in anticipation between my legs connect with her. 

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.” My voice came low, uneven. 

Her eyes glowed with curiosity and excitement. 

I shifted against her, watching her mouth fall open, matching my own. 

“How fond are you of this dress?” I asked after a moment, attempting to choose my words carefully. 

She squinted at me, suspiciously, “Not very.” 

I swallowed as it seemed I would finally get to do what I’d daydreamed about, “Same safe word as last time, yeah?” 

She studied my features as our breaths mingled in the slight chill of the evening air, then nodded. 

“Good. You might also need to tap , if you need air.” I added, referencing the safety precautions we’d taken while I’d made her choke on my dick, not letting her breathe as I got off on her struggles. 

Her breath hitched as I spoke, as it was becoming clearer that we were about to have an unusually rough time. 

“Okay.” She confirmed, her large doe eyes looking up at me, and I once again had to fight off the urge to say the three little words that terrify her infinitely more than any danger I could put her in tonight. 

Once her eye contact had proven too much for my bleeding heart, I instead let my gaze fall to her lips. “Okay.” I sighed in response before my mouth connected with hers; such a delicate and gentle kiss – the last tenderness for a while. I relish it, press myself closer, wanting our bodies to touch on any surface that would allow it. I only pull away when I noticed myself moan from the sensation of her fingers in my hair, realising I was getting a bit carried away.  

“Then run.” I whisper, and watch surprise appear in her eyes, unable to keep the sinister smile from pulling at my lips. 

I take a step back, suddenly cold where she’s no longer pressed against me. 

“ Now .” I demand with a tilt of my head. 

She sprung into motion, and for a moment I simply watched her weave through the trees, her slow pace and clumsy ways would make it far too quick for me to catch up to her, so I took the time to remove my shirt and place it by the tree, simultaneously attempting to memorize its location for when we’re done. 

To my surprise, when I looked back up, she was no longer in my line of sight. 

Shit.  

I quickly undid my belt as I set off down the same path I’d seen her on moments ago. 

But after a short run, I reach a fork in the road, forcing me to come to a complete halt, my eyes darting between the two paths before me. 

Where the fuck did you go, Alice?  

As I stood there, panting, I heard a branch breaking to the left of me. 

My eyes instantly snapped in its direction, and I felt my smile return as I saw her fingers wrap around a tree not far from me. 

Quietly, carefully , I began unbuttoning my jeans as I scanned the area, making sure we were in fact alone. But the forest was thick, and the path small and winding, so I knew it would be highly unlikely anyone else was out here this late. 

In fact, I’d be wise to not get turned around, or we might have a hard time finding our way back. 

I felt my features harden, and my heart beating faster as I took slow steps towards her, nearly salivating from the mental images of tearing into that dress. 

And that’s how I got distracted enough to step on a branch myself. 

The crack could be heard so clearly in the silence around us. Wide, glowing eyes look back at me before Alice set off again, towards the last remnants of the setting sun, out into a small clearing. 

I immediately follow, but she was faster than I’d anticipated.  

Yet I managed to remain on her heal, taking a handful of longer strides which allowed me to finally grab her arm right as we were about to leave the open area and head back onto another winding path. 

She cried out as grabbed her, being quick to twist out of my hold, but in the same motion she fell to the ground, landing facing me in a bed of moss next to the treeline. 

There was so much panic in her eyes that for a split second I had to fight the urge to ask if she’s alright, but in the next beat she was crawling backwards, attempting to push back up, to continue her escape. 

Not happening, love.  

I was on top of her before she had time to get on her feet, the weight of my body falling onto hers audibly knocking the wind out of her. My determined legs pinning hers, spreading them wide and hiking up her dress while I grappled for her wrists as she thrashed beneath me. But my vision was heavily obscured by swaths of thick hair having fallen over my eyes, making an already difficult task even harder. 

It didn’t help that her every movement caused us to grind together, only the thin cotton of her underwear separating what was throbbing between my legs and the softness between hers, cradling me in her warmth as my jeans had slipped down enough during the commotion for me to be completely free. 

“ Get off me! ” She exclaimed through the sound of our laboured breaths, yelps and grunts as she struggled for freedom that I wasn’t allowing her. 

A laugh escaped me as I finally managed to take hold of both her wrists, causing her to still. 

So, I ground my hips against hers – an almost involuntary action, missing the friction the second she stopped moving under me. 

I felt her melt in my hands, the tension leaving her body, her back arching with a breathy moan. 

As I shook the hair out of my face, I met her burning eyes, and for a moment I just drank in the vision of her; her pale, delicate skin against the stark contrast of my own heavily decorated arms, her golden hair a tousled halo, a mixture of leaves and twigs having been tangled up in it, and the heavy rise and fall of her chest, matching my own. 

I wanted to kiss her panting, parted lips, to show her with affection how much she means to me, and how lucky I feel to have found someone like her – so sweet, yet so wild. 

But this wasn’t the time for such things. 

No, I wanted to see the beauty in her suffering , feel her fight me with everything she had. 

As if reading my mind, I could see mischief spark in Alice’s eyes milliseconds before promptly putting an end to our peaceful moment. With one jerking motion, she twists free, nearly elbowing me in the face in the process. 

“ Fuck ,” I said through gritted teeth as I once again tried to get a hold of her, but she was thrashing harder this time, crying out as she strained against my weight holding her down. 

After a moment of fighting her, I realised she didn’t stand a chance – she wasn’t budging me no matter how hard she tried. So, I simply let myself enjoy her struggling body writhing beneath me she tired herself out, feeling myself growing increasingly intoxicated by the warmth between her legs pushing , and rubbing against me so very deliciously, not being able to tell which one of us were making things feel so wet and slippery. 

I was getting carried away, feeling gleeful as I readied myself to move the panties out of the way and finally push into her, when I felt a sharp pain on the side of my face. 

The woman beneath me stilled, eyes wide as saucers staring up at me as I instinctively reached for what turned out to be a cut on my left cheek, leaving my hand coated in red – more than likely from one of Alice’s nails as she was attempting to get out from her pinned position. 

Adrenaline rushed my veins, enjoying this turn of events a little bit too much. A plethora of ways to punish her for harming me flooded my mind, putting steel in my features as I fought off the urge to react too quickly, too harshly . My resolve must have looked like anger, as fear suddenly filled her flushed face. 

Which did nothing but spur me on. 

With my bloodied hand I took hold of her throat – a bit more forcefully than intended as she slammed to the ground with a yelp, her fingers wrapping around my arm, and I could feel a shiver in her hands. 

I swallowed, feeling high, feeling feral. 

For a moment I consider stopping despite not having been given any of the pre-approved red lights, but the truth was the sight of her legitimate fear made my dick throb so hard it bordered pain, and while my heart wanted to console her, my body wanted to make her cry , make her scream . 

Make her hurt me even more in retaliation.  

But then I saw the fire in her eyes, the familiar need; the satisfaction she derived from my twisted ways. And in the same breath her movements returned, thrashing against me to break free. 

I watched droplet after droplet fall from my face and hit her breasts, staining the light fabric there as I pinned her harder to the soft forest floor, applying enough pressure to bring even more fear into her eyes. 

Oh god, yes.  

My other hand reached for the freshly blood-stained neckline of the dress, tearing it open, snapping her bra in the process, causing her breasts to bounce free and Alice to tense further, her sharp nails digging into the flesh of my hand. 

Yes, show me how scared you are, my whore. You’re doing so well.  

My breath came ragged as I reached between us to shove her underwear to the side, and for a moment I thought she was about to tap considering how hard I was holding onto her neck, but instead her eyes rolled back in obvious ecstasy as I pushed into her, the hands that were trying to pry me off of her neck a second ago suddenly holding onto me like a lifeline. 

She had once again melted, and while I wanted to keep her in distress, I couldn’t help myself, she simply felt too good. 

I watched more drops fall into her bouncing breasts while I fucked myself into her, loosening my grip on her neck, listening to her sharp inhale quickly followed by her gasping moans, in order to caress her skin, watching the deep red liquid smear under the touch of my straining hand, splaying my fingers over her chest to hold her in place as I began pounding her in earnest. 

The sound of my panting shifting to something more akin to moans, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last very long if I kept going like this. 

I fell forward, nestling into our combined tousled tufts of hair until I reached the soft skin of her neck, biting down on it. She arched into me, a pained set of gasps leaving her as I bit down with more force, the taste of metal filling my mouth as I came across the blood I smeared on her moments ago. 

I was so close.  

So very close.  

Do I do it, do I go over that edge? Or do I hold back despite the great difficulty, in an attempt to make this wonderful feeling last a little longer. 

No, it feels too good. I can’t stop.  

My eyes fell shut as I focused, trying to prolong the inevitable, to enjoy how she sounded, how she felt, squeezing me as I repeatedly pushed myself deep inside her with each intoxicating thrust. 

Just fill her up, you fucking idiot.  

I’d been too busy trying not to cum, listening to her cries of pleasure as I bit and kissed her neck to notice I wasn’t holding onto her anymore. 

And right as I started shaking, my orgasm so close I couldn’t stop myself no matter how badly I wanted to make it last, she pulled away, leaving my hands, my dick slipping out of her in the process. 

It felt so cold and wet, pulsating with the orgasm it was denied. 

I saw red. 

Pure, unfiltered frustration filled me, not accustomed to being denied my own pleasure – nor her sexual defiance. 

And I had mixed feelings about it. 

“ Get back here! ” I growled, my nails digging into her leg as she tried to escape. 

Her attempt had done nothing but move us a couple of feet closer to the trees, flipping her over as she’d been trying to reach for a nearby tree to pull herself free. I heard her laugh as I dragged her back underneath me, my throbbing cock pressing against her as I spoke close to her ear. 

“You think the edging goes both ways?” I ask, the frustration more evident in my voice than I’d wished.  

But she doesn’t respond, so I give her a shake, “ Do you? ” 

“N-no.” She answered instantly this time, causing me to smile. 

I let my lips play on her ear, “We’re not equals right now, love. I’m the cat, you’re the mouse.” I say with a purr as I work overtime to settle my frustration, contemplating my next move. So, I hold her in place, wondering if I should let my intrusive thoughts win or not, wanting so badly to hear something from her lips. 

I knew it was a horrible idea, but I’d already let myself get carried away so much lately, why stop now? 

“Say you’re my whore.” I breathed, commanded .  

She was silent, but I had already taken it there; was already craving her verbal confirmation of my ownership. Wanting her to be mine so badly that I’d take this moment of delusion to pretend , to feed my hunger for a reality that might never come to fruition. 

So, at this point she had to either say it, or say the safe word. Because I wasn’t budging.   

“ Say it .” I spat. 

“I’m y-your whore.” 

It was such a rush, such a high, I felt completely delirious. It didn’t matter that she’d only said it because I’d commanded it, that it wasn’t true; I was still on cloud nine. 

Mine.  

“ Yes, you are.”   I whispered as I let my hand reach between us, caressing her soft ass under the hiked up and moss-dampened hemline of her torn dress, before reaching her soaking lips, letting my fingers glide into her warmth. She gasped and I couldn’t help but nestle my head into hers with affection, enjoying the way her pussy hugging my fingers made my dick twinge, longing to be back inside her. 

But I wasn’t going back in there. 

After a moment of relishing, letting her words echo inside me, I pushed myself up. My free hand firmly on her back to keep her in place, ready to continue the punishments. 

Letting my freshly soaked fingers slip out of her, I coated my dick with the warm and slippery substance, before spitting on her ass, my breath hitching as I watched the glistening liquid run down the crack of her soft, round cheeks, covered in bruises from the other night – from me, as I laid claim to her body. 

But I want claim to more than her body. 

“Say it again.” I breathed, pressing my shaft into it, positioning myself at her back entrance. Making my intentions clear, and allowing her a moment to react, to stop me, if she didn’t want to continue. 

She tensed, seemingly holding her breath as I slowly began to push. 

“I’m your—” 

I felt her tense up tenfold as I pushed the head of my cock into her. So, I held back, going at a pace that had me clenching my jaw to prevent myself from entering her tight hole too quickly. 

“Say you’re mine. ” My demand came broken, deep and ragged, barely containing myself as my arms tremble from the desperate urge to pound her mercilessly, and the need to hear her say it, again and again. 

“I’m yours.” She moaned, so pained, undoubtedly overwhelmed, obviously not thinking clearly enough to know what she’s saying, or what it means to me. 

My shaking intensifies, drunk from how tightly she’s gripping me, from her words. All of Alice’s motions had stilled, and I watch as her fingers dig into the soil beneath her, her breaths shallow puffs of air moving the hair covering her face in quick succession. 

Still no sign of a safe word – not even to make me ease up on her. 

How on earth am I supposed to last more than a handful of pumps?  

“ Again .” I grit out as I begin moving faster inside her, needing to hear it one more time before I go over the edge, watching as my nails dig into her back, still holding her in place. 

“I’m yours.” She sighed through gasps, sounding so far gone she might as well have been drunk off her head. 

But it didn’t matter, nothing mattered in that moment except the way her words were caressing my ears, wrapping around my heart. 

And the way she was gripping my cock in new ways that made it impossible to hold on any longer. 

In long, incredible, strokes, I fill her up. I distantly heard the sounds I was making echo around me, and before I knew it, I had pushed myself to the hilt, falling forward to bite her muddied shoulder as I shake from the intense release, nearly too overpowering; nearly painful. 

Once the waves of pleasure came to an end, I rolled off her, promptly feeling the energy leave my limbs as I stare into the sky that had turned dark enough by now to reveal some of its stars, letting my heartrate settle, slowly descending from the heavens I had just visited, coming back to reality. 

My thoughts began to race, and I felt regret, even shame, from having demanded such ownership, knowing it could derail us. Knowing that’s not how she felt. 

But my worries faded when I gathered the courage to tilt my head in Alice’s direction. 

She was so dishevelled, her face flushed with an exhausted smile on her lips. Her tired eyes glowing in the darkness, watching me with so much wonder. 

And if I didn’t know better, I would have described her gaze as loving. 

But despite my hopes and delusions, I do know better. 

Regardless, she appeared truly happy in this moment, and so relaxed that you would have thought she had been the one to have just experienced the mind-blowing orgasm. 

I reached over to pick one of the larger leaves out of her hair, my hand still holding a slight tremor as I let it brush her warm cheek before retreating. 

I wanted to tell her she’s incredible, that I never thought I’d find someone as special as her – that I wanted to spend every day with her. 

But instead, I just stayed silent as the wind gently picked up around us. 

How ironic , I thought to myself; I fantasize and get off on her running from me, craving the vision of her scared and pained eyes looking back at mine as I terrorise her. 

And yet… the sadness that drags me under when she runs from my displays of love, might just drown me. 

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Persephone's Devotee (Hello, Mr. Monster AU, II)

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Summary: In the age of Spiritualists and magicians, wyrd winds in different ways to link Dream of the Endless and Aisling Hunt. AU of Hello, Mr. Monster beginning in the 1920s.

Warnings: Implied child abuse/neglect, manipulating children for profit (non-sexual trafficking)

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Men ever failed.

Dream waited for a guard to sleep. For Roderick Burgess to scratch the golden border with his heel in a fit of pique. Someday, someone would make a mistake. It was the truth of humanity, and nothing, even a prison of magic, iron, and glass could last forever.

Years gathered in his keeper’s faces, and his outrage cooled into sharper forms. Intent. Disgust. Hatred even. Wrath brewed behind closed lips. He gave his captors nothing so long as they held him, but new nightmares twisted in his heart, ready to breathe and shriek to life.

The hours of the day made no change in his windowless hold, and he only judged the turning of the seasons by the weight of the coats his guards draped over the backs of their chairs. Their rolled shirt sleeves and the gleam of half-dried perspiration on their brows told him it was summer. Or near it. Persephone had returned to her mother’s sight and the sun glowed warm on the earth for another year.

He’d once pitied the queen of the underworld, especially when she was first forced below the earth, before her mother’s dogged pursuit of justice gave the goddess power and agency in her marriage. Now, he envied her. If only he had family who so cared for his freedom he would not languish in some paltry magician’s lesser hell.

As Dream of the Endless mulled over the injustices gathering like dust in the crevices of his prison, the door to his Underworld swung open. Though he couldn’t see the door itself, the light behind the gate’s bars turned golden, motes glittered like his sand in the beam as Roderick Burgess’s boy – well on his way to becoming a man – stumbled down the steps. His father’s shouts echoed down with him, and Dream’s posture straightened, buoyed by his captor’s distress even as the sun’s distant bloom pricked his heart with mournful hope.

In his rush, the child hadn’t even brought the key, and he pressed his face against the wrought iron, fingers twisting through to keep himself steady.

“Quick,” he panted. “Sykes is out, and the new ward collapsed. I’m calling a doctor, but one of you need to help the Magus move her…”

“Close the bloody door, you fool!” The distant roar cut off with a slam. Alex Burgess flinched away from his father’s temper, and the budding hope in Dream’s chest withered into an invisible wound, leaving an aching pit he rushed to fill with rage.

They so rarely visited him at this hour, on such a bright day. He wondered if he might’ve smelled the breeze if not for the glass, tasted yellow pollen and the ghost of ripening berries were he not locked behind magic and iron.

In truth… perhaps he did feel the heat, the touch of fresh air, a fraction of the world beyond. He sensed the whispered suggestion of wyrd pulling at him, plucking along the tattered place hope left when Burgess slammed the door.

Something waited for him beyond his prison. A step. A link unmade. It itched in the back of his mind like a phantom limb, and he nearly followed the call to move. To find and see. But his pride held him back from pressing his hands to the glass.

The elder of Dream’s two day guards turned to the other and scoffed. “Not here an hour and already causin’ problems. You owe me a pound.”

“There isn’t time for this,” the boy insisted. “She’s not well. Hurry! Please.”

He ran back the way he’d come, and barely a flicker of gilding touched the gate before it shattered behind the door again.

The guard who’d lost the bet rose with a groan, fetched the key from the table, and pounded off to answer his master’s call, closing each layer of security as he went.

Another burst of light and sound as the man left the cellar. Another tantalizing hint of the world above.

Dream did not move as his remaining guard straightened in his seat, twice as wary now that he’d been left alone with his charge. The Endless’s thoughts, however, groped after the phantom sensations he’d stolen with his gasp of light. He chased the thread of his wyrd through memory, looking for something to compare the moment to, but it slipped through his fingers, unraveling before he could reach the solution to his riddle.

He had little to do besides toy with the frayed ends of his story, and he refused to let the question lie, even when the second guard returned, the men ended their shift, the night guards arrived, and the guards of the day came back to sit in the same tableau.

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She woke to golden sun and dark wood, all warm and clean and entirely different from what she remembered. Someone had changed her into a nightgown, and she drifted back to herself in a small bed in a room with a slanting ceiling. An attic, maybe. She’d slept in those before. But this one was finished, with plaster on the walls and a window with proper glass and all.

And a boy was sitting by the bed in a rickety chair that creaked even when he wasn’t moving. Alex. He’d said he was Alex, and he’d taken her suitcase and asked if she was alright.

“How are you feeling?”

She pushed up to her elbows, peering around the room, and Alex poured a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table.

“Here,” he said, “you should drink something. The doctor said it was heat exhaustion.”

It took a moment to poke at the empty gap in her memory, like examining a canker sore with the tip of her tongue. “What doctor?”

The boy wrapped her hands around the glass and guided it to her face until she relented and started sipping. It was as nice and cold as the lemonade had been.

“You fainted. The Magus called a doctor. The doctor said you had heat exhaustion.” He laid out the facts the way she spread her cards. Careful and direct. “Are you feeling any better? You’ve been resting here a few hours now.”

“I feel fine.” She didn’t feel well. She felt unsteady and ill, but not like she had before, when her mind grew knuckles just so they could turn white with the effort of holding onto her goal: reaching Fawney Rig and making a good impression on her new guardian.

She wouldn’t make things worse. She wouldn’t complain. She was well enough.

“If you’re feeling up to it, the Magus would like to speak with you. I’ll step out into the hall while you get dressed unless you need my help, and then I’ll take you to him. Alright?”

Aisling scowled. “I’m not a baby. I can get dressed by myself.”

A smile fluttered through a quick life and death across his face. “Of course you can. I’m sorry. We’ve just been very worried. You looked so small and fragile when you dropped in the hall…”

The Fosters liked to tell Aisling she was too proud. She looked too many people in the eye that she shouldn’t, and she didn’t like to apologize when someone took offense to the truths they asked from her cards. Maybe she was. She’d learned she couldn’t trust people to be kind for very long, but she could rely on herself.

Sitting up straight as she could and lifting her chin, she said, “I am not fragile. It was a very long walk, and a hot day, and I am not tall.”

A ghost of the earlier smile echoed in Alex’s expression, which was better than the pained look of concern he wore before. But Aisling wouldn’t accept any softness if she couldn’t have respect first. Sitting just wasn’t cutting it, so she moved up onto her knees to see more eye-to-eye and held out her hand for a second attempt at good manners.

“We didn’t properly finish our introduction,” she said. “I’m Aisling Hunt.”

Alex adopted a – clearly false – somber expression, but he buried his mirth well enough to at least feign respect. More importantly, he accepted the handshake this time.

“Alex Burgess. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Hunt.”

The last name nearly shocked her out of her dignified pose. He wasn’t at all what she’d thought a child of the Magus would look or behave like. Not that there was anything wrong with Alex. He was an improvement on the pomaded princeling she might’ve expected.

She knew better than to ask questions. Open ears and closed lips. She hated whenever the Fosters told her to do that, but damn if it wasn’t a useful habit in new places with unknown faces. Find what was wanted, what was hated, before committing to a path. People would always tell her what they wanted, one way or another.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Burgess.”

“Just Alex, remember?”

“Aisling, then.”

“Aisling.” Another little smile. This one less condescending. Maybe even fond. “I’ll be outside.”

“Alright.”

The boy left the creaky chair and closed an equally creaky door. Aisling found her suitcase in the corner and put on a fresh dress that didn’t smell and tidied her sweat-stiff hair. Too late to make a good impression, but she’d arrived where she was meant to be. She went where she was told, and the Fosters couldn’t call her back even if they wanted. She was no longer theirs – their burden or their cash cow.

She didn’t waste time, barely pausing to sip a little more water to help her swallow down her unsteady stomach before reaching for the doorknob.

Her future waited downstairs, and the Magus expected her.

[rahleeyah]

Obvi I was in my feelings bc there were some things I wanted from last week's episode that we didn't - couldn't, really - get at that time (but that are likely coming down the track!) but the idea that we've gotten nothing or that this season of svu has been bad or a mess or disappointing is wild to me like the group dynamics have been clicking Curry and Sykes have been good additions (yes I would've preferred to stick with Muncy and Churlish but these two have been good!!!) we've seen so much character development for Liv in really interesting and exciting ways for the first time in years and the episodes have (mostly) been entertaining and the way we followed the Maddie thread through multiple episodes was a big gamble for a show that has historically resisted multi episode arcs and I for one enjoyed it and am glad to see they're willing to take risks and try new things esp bc i personally prefer a big arc over case of the week so this was a really interesting way to marry the two I just like. Yeah ok we haven't had any explicit EO but if we look at the show itself without the shipper glasses I do think they've done a good job with this season, especially given that it's been so rushed

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Oliver Twist in NYC AU: Nancy

(Based on original "Oliver Twist" character, Nancy. I know Rita was based on this character, but I decided to put Nancy in this AU as separate character^^)

Full Name: Nancy

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Other names: Sykes’ Mistress, Rita’s sworn sister

Occupations: Prostitute (formerly), pickpocket (formerly), VIP member of Jazz Dance club,  Mistress of Sykes house (eventually defected)

Residence: Bill Sykes’ Warehouse (formerly)

Family: Unnamed son (estranged) Relationships: Rita (sworn sister), Bill Sykes (sugar daddy/lover; eventually betrays), Roscoe (acquaintance), DeSoto (possible love interest), Fagin (friend), Dodger (friend), Tito (friend), Einstein (friend), Francis (friend), Oliver (son-figure)

Likes: Drinking and chatting with Rita, visiting Fagin’s to see Oliver, spending time with Oliver, children

Dislikes: Roscoe and DeSoto’s mistreatment towards children, Bill Sykes’ cruelty, Edward “Monks” Leeford’s plan to kill Oliver and Jenny

Nancy was a prostitute, lover of Bill Sykes, and Oliver’s second mother-figure. She is also an object of DeSoto’s unrequited love. Born from strictly religious and abusive family environment, she left home and become a street prostitute. In age of 20, she was pregnant with a child and was supported by Fagin. But due to lack of financial and environmental support, she had no choice but put her baby in adoption. This caused her to get depressed for a while. One day, in age 22, she was found by Bill Sykes and eventually become his lover, residing in his place much to Rita’s chagrin. Nancy then got acquainted with Bill’s henchmen Roscoe and DeSoto. Most of time when Sykes wasn’t present, DeSoto was placed as her guard if she needs to be in outdoor activities, such as jazz dancing. Either she was aware or not, DeSoto developed romantic feelings for her.

Few years later, she was seen in the warehouse and noticed DeSoto’s broken nose. Believing he received the wound by one of Fagin’s gang, she chastised them for causing the fight. Days later, as she was permitted to visit Fagin’s under excuse of checking on them, she met Oliver who was playing by himself. Nancy quickly developed a motherly affection towards him, noticing his age would be around her baby’s and seeing his body having injuries from abuse. Out of instinct, she took Oliver to the city street to spend time with him, found by Rita. Since then she occasionally visits Rita to see the boy, beginning to see her son in him. However, when she noticed his absence and heard of Oliver taken in wealthy house of Foxworth’s, she was disheartened once again. Her depressed state caused Sykes to lose interest in her, neglected her eventually. DeSoto takes this as an opportunity to get close to her, learning of her past with giving up her child for his better future. This interaction caused DeSoto to grow a gradual conscience colliding with his past cruel treatment towards children and feared of her reaction if she learns of this as he sees her strong maternal affection towards Oliver.

One day, when Oliver was brought back to Fagin’s barge, she was present in warehouse when Fagin and Dodger visited to pay the debt which was 1/3 not enough. She overheard Dodger’s warning to Roscoe and DeSoto of their crimes against children in underground orphanage. Upset and disappointed, Nancy refused to interact with DeSoto and was afraid for Oliver’s life when she heard Edward “Monks” Leeford plan to lure Oliver by kidnapping Jenny in order to kill the boy and force Foxworth Family to give up their business to him. During several days Jenny and Oliver were kidnapped, she was horrified of Edward angrily beating up the boy out of hatred. Nancy was put to care for Jenny and Oliver. Feeling guilt and determination to help them, she contacted Fagin and the gang a plan to help the kids escape, even rushed to Foxworth Residence to inform the family. In that process, she shown couple of evidences as Minerva’s mother Beatrice was present in meeting with Jenny’s mother. Returning back, she was confronted by Bill Sykes who had noticed her absence. She bravely defied him and said everyone will know the true face of his business. He attacked her with his switchblade, causing her to get injured at the back as she ran from him, but he pushed her downstairs causing her to fatally injured on the head unconscious. Oliver witnessed this and screamed, alerting DeSoto who was close by and saw what happened. Witnessing Sykes running from the scene of crime instead of helping Nancy, DeSoto ceased his loyalty to his boss. When the police came by call of Foxworth’s and Fagin’s, her fate remained unknown. But her death has become one of factors Roscoe and DeSoto eventually betrayed Sykes as they left him to die alone when he was severely injured from brutal traffic accident.

When Roscoe and DeSoto were trialed 20 years of DeSoto asked for Nancy’s whereabouts and conditions as he was informed the woman in warehouse was found by police. Feeling a bit upset, Oliver replied in tears that she died. However, her survival was known only by him, Fagin and Mr. Leeford as she was recovering but lost her some parts of memories. Whenever Oliver visited her in hospital, there were times she treated him as her child she had given up years ago. Luckily, the doctors informed she will recover. Time to time as she recovered, she was able to have new life but noticing signs of pregnancies, causing her to remember DeSoto as the last man she interacted with.

In Epilogue, she was almost due and at one point she walked the street to hospital but the water breaks and she fell unconscious, alerting Fagin and the gang as the gang were surprised to see a woman who resembled presumably dead Nancy. But, with their help, she was taken to hospital safely, possibly able to give birth and raise her child in this chance.

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Can I request a part two on Peggy x obsessed reader? 🥺👉👈

Money, Money , Money Part II (Margaret "Peggy" Sykes x Obsessed! Fem! Customer) Part I, Part II

Author's note: Thank you so much for requesting a Part II. I was rather debating on this and how it should've gone, but I believe it went rather well.

Summary: After some time away from London and you finally came back to a rather destroyed town so you live in the country estate from your parents that was mostly forgotten about. But you find yourself back into keeping tabs on a certain woman. Warning(s): Obsessive behavior, arguing, brief insanity, minor anxiety, unhealthy relationships, psychological tension

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Pennyworth Masterlist

The country estate had always been a refuge, a place where you could escape the chaos of the world. But even the sentence surroundings couldn't quiet your mind, quell the obsession that had taken root in your heart. You had tried to leave it all behind, but Peggy Sykes was never far from your thoughts. She was a constant presence, a ghost that haunted your every waking moment.

It started innocently enough- just a quick drive past her house, a fleeting glance to reassure yourself that she was still there, still within your reach. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

Soon, you found yourself parking down the street from her house, watching her from a distance as she went about her day. She had no idea you were there, lurking in the shadows, but that only made it easier to observe her in her natural state, unguarded and unaware.

You knew her routine by heart-the time she left for work, the shops she frequented, the days she visited her sister. You could predict her movements with terrifying accuracy, and it gave you a twist sense of satisfaction. It was as if you were the only one who truly knew her, the only one who understood her.

But it wasn't enough to watch her from afar. You needed to be closer, to feel the rush of adrenaline that came from being in her presence without her knowing. You began following her more closely, careful to remain just out of sight. It was a game, a dance that only you knew you were playing.

One evening, you watched as Peggy left her house and started walking towards the local pub. You followed at a safe distance, your heart racing with anticipation. The streets were quiet, the soft glow of street lamps casting long shadows on the pavement. You could see her black hair bobbing up and down as she walked, the sight filling you with a strange mix of longing and possessiveness.

When she reached the pub, you didn't dare follow her inside. Instead, you found a bench across the street and settled in, your eyes never leaving the entrance. You imagined her sitting at the bar, her lips curling into that familiar smirk as she bantered with the bartender. You could almost hear her laugh, low and throaty, sending shivers down your spine.

Time seemed to stretch on forever, but you didn't mind. You were patient. After all, this was what you had been waiting for- a chance to be close to her, even if she didn't know you were there.

Eventually, she emerged from the pub, her step slightly unsteady. You felt a surge of protectiveness as you watched her, your fingers itching to reach out and guide her home. But you held back, knowing that your time would come.

As she made her way back home, you followed, keeping to the shadows. She paused once, glancing over her shoulder, and your breath caught in your throat. But then she continued walking, dismissing the feeling as nothing more than a trick of the mind.

When she reached her house, she hesitated at the door, fumbling with her keys. For a brief moment, you thought she might turn around and see you standing there, but she didn't. Instead, she unlocked the door and disappeared inside, leaving you alone in the darkness.

You stayed there for a while, your eyes fixed on the house, imagining what she was doing inside. You wondered if she ever thought of you, if she remembered the last time you had been together. The thought filled you with a mix of excitement and dread.

But you knew you couldn't stay away. Peggy Sykes was yours, whether she knew it or not. And you would do whatever it took to keep her close, even if it meant watching her from the shadows, always just out of reach.

As you finally turned to leave, you couldn't help but smile. The game had only just begun, and you were willing to play it for as long as it took. Peggy might think she was free, but in your mind, she was already yours.

***

Days turned into weeks, and your obsession with Peggy Sykes only grew stronger. You convinced yourself that you were simply looking out for her, protecting her from the dangers she didn't even know existed. But deep down, you knew it was more than that. There was a darkness in your heart, a twisted need to control her, to possess her completely.

Your nightly visits to her house became routine. You would park down the street and watch as the lights in her home flickered on and off. You knew when she went to bed, when she woke up, and even how long it took her to get ready in the morning. You had memorized every detail, every habit, and it filled you with a sense of power.

One evening, as you sat in your usual spot, you noticed something different. Peggy wasn't alone. A man had arrived at her house, and from the way they interacted, it was clear they were more than just friends. Your stomach twisted with jealousy as you watched them laugh and talk, their silhouettes framed by the living room window.

You clenched your fists, feeling a surge of anger. How dare he come into her life? Peggy was yours, even if she didn't realize it yet. The thought of someone else getting close to her, touching her, made your blood boil.

The man stayed for hours, and with each passing minute, your anger grew. You tried to keep calm, telling yourself that it didn't matter, that he was just a passing distraction, a client. But the gnawing feeling in your gut told you otherwise.

When he finally left, you watched as Peggy lingered at the door, waving them off with a smile that should have been reserved for you. The sight was unbearable, and you knew you couldn't stay away any longer.

The next day, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You followed Peggy as she went about her day, staying just out of sight. She seemed oblivious to you presence, which only fueled your need to be closer, too make her see that you were the one who truly cared for her.

In the afternoon, she stopped by a local cafe. You waited outside, pacing back and forth, your mind racing with thoughts of what you would say to her, how you would make her understand. But when she finally emerged, she once again with that man.

They were walking side by side, their conversation light and easy, and you could see the way she looked at him. It was the way you wanted her to look at you, and the realization made something snap inside you.

You followed them to a nearby park, your eyes never leaving them. They found a secluded bench under a tree, and you watched as they sat down, leaning in close to each other. The sight was too much to bear, and before you could stop yourself, you were moving toward them, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you approached, you heard Peggy's laughter, soft and sweet, and it sent a wave of fury through you. That sound belonged to you, not him. You quickened your pace, your hands trembling with a mix of anger and anticipation.

When you were just a few steps away. Peggy finally noticed you. Her smile faltered, confusion flickering across her face as she looked up at you. The man turned as well, his expression curious, but you didn't care about him. All you could see was Peggy, and the way she had let someone else into her life.

"Y/n?" Peggy's voice was cautious, her brow furrowing as she took in your appearance. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you," you said, your voice stained. You could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on you, but you couldn't back down now. "We need to talk, Peggy."

The man beside her shifted uncomfortable, glancing between you and Peggy. "Is this everything okay?" he asked, his tone wary.

Peggy hesitated, clearly uncertain. "This is.....Y/n," she said, her voice faltering slightly. "We've known each other for a while."

"You didn't miss the way she avoided calling you a friend, and it stung more than you wanted to admit. "We're more than that, aren't we, Peggy?" you pressed, your eyes locked on hers.

Peggy's expression hardened slightly, and she stood up, putting a little distance between herself and the man. "I don't know what you mean, Y/n," she said carefully. "Maybe we should talk later, in private."

But you couldn't wait. The sight of her with him, the way she was trying to keep you at arm's length-it was all too much. "No, we need to talk now," you insisted, taking a step closer. "You've been ignoring me, Peggy. We need to sort this out."

The man stood up as well, placing a protective hand on Peggy's arm. "Maybe you should go, Y/n. It's clear she doesn't want to talk right now."

The causal way he touched her, as if he had every right to, made something inside you snap. "Don't touch her!" you shouted, your voice loud enough to startle both of them.

Peggy's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back, pulling her arm away from the man's grasp. "Y/n, please, calm down," she said, her voice pleading. "You're scaring me."

The words cut through you like a knife. You hadn't meant to scare her-you just wanted her to understand. But the look in her eyes, the fear that was now so evident, sent you reeling.

"I...I didn't mean..." you stammered, the anger draining from you as quickly as it had come. "I just...I needed to see you, to make sure you're okay."

Peggy took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "I'm fine, Y/n. But you need to leave, now. This isn't the time or place."

You could see that she was serious, that there was no room for argument. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You had gone too far, and now there was no turning back.

Without another word, you turned and walked away, your heart heavy with a mix of regret and frustration. You had wanted to protect her, to keep her safe from everyone else, but all you had done was push her further away.

As you made your way back to your car, you couldn't help but feel the weight of your actions bearing down on you. Peggy had seen you for what you were-not a protector, but a threat. And the thought terrified you more than anything else.

But even as you drove away, you knew you couldn't stop. Peggy was still yours, even if she didn't realize it. And you would find a way to make her see that, no matter what it took.

The game wasn't over-it was just beginning.

***

The days following the confrontation in the park were a blur. You couldn't shake the image of Peggy's fearful eyes, the way she had recoiled from you as if you were some kind of monster. It gnawed at you, twisted your thoughts into darker and darker shapes. You barely slept, barely ate. All you could think about was how you had failed to make her see that you were the one who truly cared for her.

But then Bet Sykes showed up at your door.

You were in the middle of pacing the long hallways of your estate when the doorbell rang. The sound jarred you from your thoughts, and for a moment, you considered ignoring it. But something told you that this wasn't a visit you could afford to miss.

When you opened the door, Bet stood there, her expression cold and calculating. Your friend, Peggy's younger sister, and the two of them shared the same mindset, but one still stronger than the other, though Bet's demeanor was far more menacing.

"You and I need to have a little chat," Bet said, her voice laced with a calm that only made her more intimidating.

You swallowed hard, stepping aside to let her in. Bet had a reputation-she was not someone you wanted to cross. But the way she looked at you, with that knowing smirk, made it clear that she had already decided you were trouble.

She walked into the foyer, her eyes scanning the grand interior of your home with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. "Nice place you've got here." she commented, thought her tone suggested she was anything but impressed. "Shame it's gone to waste on someone like you."

You closed the door behind her, the click of the lock echoing through the empty hall. "What do you want, Bet?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Bet turned to face you, crossing her arms over her chest. "I want you to leave my sister alone," she said bluntly. "You've been stalking her, harassing her, and it ends now."

You flinched at her words, but forced yourself to stand your ground. "I'm not stalking her," you protested, though even to your own ears the words sounded weak. "I'm just looking out for her."

"Is that what you call it?" Bet scoffed. She took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. "Listen, love, I know obsession when I see it, and you've got it bad. But Peggy doesn't want anything to do with you, and I'll make sure you get that through your thick skull."

You heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and anger rising inside you. "I care about her," you insisted, your voice shaking. "More than anyone else ever could."

Bet's smirk faded, replaced by a lock of icy determination. "Let me make this clear: if you don't back off, I'll make your life a living hell. And trust me, I know how to do it."

Before you could repsond, Bet turned on her heel and walked out, leaving you standing there, trembling with rage and frustration. You wanted to scream, to tear the place apart, but you knew that would only give her the satisfaction of knowing she'd gotten under your skin.

Hours passed, but you couldn't clam down. Bet's words kept replaying in your head, fueling the fire of you obsession. You had to find a way to get Peggy back, to make her understand that you were the one she needed.

Desperate, you began searching through old papers and photographs, looking for anything that could help you win her back. You didn't even know what you looking for-some forgotten letter, some piece of evidence that would prove your love. But the more you searched, the more frantic you became, papers flying everywhere as you tore through drawers and boxes.

It wasn't until you heard the sound of a car pulling up the long driveway that you realized how much time had passed. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked out the window, only to see Peggy's car coming to a stop in front of the house.

Panic set in. You didn't want her to see you like this, disheveled and desperate. But it was too late-she was already out of the car, making her way to the front door.

You scrambled to your feet, trying to smooth down your hair and straighten your clothes, but it was no use. The doorbell rang, and you knew you couldn't avoid her any longer.

With a deep breath, you opened the door, revealing Peggy standing on the doorstep. Her eyes widened as she took in your appearance-your wild hair, the dark circles under you eyes, the papers scattered across the floor behind you.

"Y/n...what's going on?" Peggy asked her voice filled with concern.

You tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. "I've been busy," you said, your voice strained. "I'm trying to figure some things out."

Peggy's eyes darted to the mess behind you, and you could see the worry etched on her face. "You look....you don't look well," she said softly. "Maybe you should take a break, get some rest."

You shook your head, refusing to acknowledge the state you were in. "I'm fine, Peggy. I just...I needed to see you."

Peggy hesitated, glancing back at her car as if considering leaving. But then she sighed and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "I was worried about you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "After what happened...I didn't know what to think."

Her words sent a wave of guilt crashing over you. You hadn't meant to frighten her, hadn't meant for any of this to happen. But now that she was here, standing so close, all you could think about was how much you needed her.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice cracking. "I didn't mean to scare you, Peggy. I just...I can't stop thinking about you."

Peggy's expression softened, but there was still a trace of fear in her eyes. "Y/n, this isn't healthy," she said gently. "You need to let go."

"Let go?' The words felt like a punch to the gut. "I can't, Peggy. I can't lose you."

"You never had me," Peggy said, the words cutting through the air like a knife. "You need to move on, for your own sake."

The room seemed to spin around you, your mind reeling from the rejection. She didn't understand-she couldn't. You had done everything for her, hand given up so much just to be close to her, and now was telling you to move on?

"No," you whispered, shaking your head. "No, I won't."

Peggy took a step back, her eyes wide with alarm. "Y/n, please...you need help. This isn't love. It's... it's something else."

But you couldn't hear her anymore. All you could see was the woman you loved slipping away from you, the one thing you couldn't bear to lose.

In a frenzy, you turned away from her, your hands clutching at the papers scattered on the floor. You had to find something, anything, that would make her stay. But you vision blurred with tears, and the papers crumpled in your grasp, meaningless and empty.

"Y/n, stop!" Peggy's voice was sharp, desperate. She reached out, trying to grab your arm, but you pulled away, your movements erratic and wild.

"I'm doing this for you!" you cried, your voice hoarse with emotion. "Everything I've done, it's all been for you!"

Peggy's expression crumpled, and she took another step back, shaking her head. "I can't do this," she said her voice trembling. "I can't be what you want me to be."

Those words shattered something inside you. You froze, the papers slipping from your fingers as you stared at her, your heart breaking in a way you had never imagined possible.

Peggy looked at you with a mixture of pity and sadness, and it was worse than any rejection. "Please, Y/n," she whispered. "Get some help. For your own sake."

With that, she turned and left, the door closing softly behind her, leaving you alone in the vast, empty estate. The silence was deafening, the realization that she was truly gone settling over you like a suffocating blanket.

You sank to the floor, surrounded by the remnants of your desperate search, the pieces of your obsession scattered around you like broken glass. The reality of what you had become hit you with the force of a tidal wave, and for the first time, you wondered if there really was a way out of this darkness.

But deep down, you knew that letting go was not something you could do. Peggy Sykes had become a part of you, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't escape her.

And as the night descended on the lonely estate, you sat there, lost in your thoughts.

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3 & Tumblr

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 26: The universe is full of surprises

Chapter title is lyrics from "Underground Big"

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I intentionally kept my eyes on the view when we stepped into the dark room, not ready to face Oli just yet.

The door latched shut behind me, making me all too aware of my accelerating heart rate.

But I knew there was no point delaying the inevitable.

As I mentally collected myself, readying myself to turn around, I felt hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me up against the man behind me. I gasped, surprised by the sudden touch, and before I knew it the hair was being swept away from my neck, baring it to make space for hungry lips to be placed there.

The kisses were not the painfully tender ones from earlier. They were instead filled with an urgency, telling the story of how intent he was on taking this further, his hands lifting the hem of my dress as he pressed himself against me with a low, rumbling moan onto my skin.

“Oli, w-wait, we need to talk.” I breathed, dazed by the unforeseen outburst of sexual energy considering how crucial whatever he needed to relay to me had seemed.

“Tomorrow.” He muttered distantly before fingers moved over my underwear, caressing my pussy through the fabric in a way that immediately made me whimper, my knees almost giving out in the process.

I felt all coherent thoughts threaten to leave me as blood rushed between my legs, swiftly reminding me of my bone deep desire, which was growing increasingly hard to ignore with how much teasing and edging had occurred the past couple of days.

My hands flew to his in an attempt to get them off me, knowing how important this was, “No, I need us to talk.”

Instead of stopping, he doubled up, his canine’s sinking into the delicate skin of my shoulder, the touch on my clit that was previously just a caress, now a circling motion with increased, mouth watering, pressure. To make matters more distracting, the arm around me held me tighter, causing the now hard length to rub firmly against my ass.

The sound that slipped from me due to his brain scrambling activities spurred him on even more, the kisses he trailed up my neck growing greedier before he pressed his panting lips to my ear, “Oh, but I know how desperate you are, love. Unless you’ve been cumming without me.”

That pulled me back to reality enough to speak with clarity.

“Are you testing me?”

All motion stopped, only our laboured breathing could be heard in the otherwise silent room.

Oli turned me around, his hands still resting on my hips. 

When his eyes met mine they were sorrowful.

“I’m not sure.” He sucked on his teeth for a second, contemplating. After a moment you could see the fire reignite in him, the tension my question caused melting along with it, “But it doesn’t change how much I want this.”

The last words were said with a low purr, devouring me though his heavy eyelids before he leaned in to kiss me, to continue his mission to drive me insane.

But I stopped him.

“Think about this for just a second.”

“I don’t need to.” Is all he said before his lips connected with mine, fingers pushing into my hair to angle my head for a deeper kiss, his other hand caressing over my still sore ass, grinding me against him as he moaned into my open mouth.

Every touch, every motion seemed to carry a whole new weight, a whole new purpose. It was as if everything was laced with a sense of finality, potentially to lovingly tell me goodbye, in order to enjoy me one last time, before turning me away entirely.

My heart cracked in half as I shoved off of him so hard I nearly fell backwards straight into one of the large arch windows.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I demanded as soon as I felt steady on my feet, not realising how I’d phrased my question prior to it leaving my mouth.

Oli’s eyes were dark as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, chest heaving from our entanglement. 

My eyes also quickly took note of the strained fabric of his trousers, struggling to contain his hard cock.

“As far as I’m aware, we’re not a couple, love.” His voice was low, carnal, with hints of curiosity woven into it as he slowly began stalking towards me.

I couldn’t let myself mentally stumble just because I’d asked such a stupid, revealing question. So I hurried to rephrase it, trying to pretend my first attempt never happened, since I didn’t feel capable of digesting its implications, “Is this the last time we’re having sex?”

“I hope not– what’s this about?”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” 

I sounded so whiny, so pathetic, which shifted his previously intense expression to a much more sympathetic one.

Large and tender eyes held mine as he walked up to me, speaking with an affectionate softness, “Because I’m beyond mentally drained, and honestly I thought you’d be too.”

I wanted so badly for his affirmation to be enough, but I needed further clarification to relax, even though it felt impossible to decipher why I needed it in the first place.

“Do you plan on turning me down tomorrow?” My question came quiet, my voice conveying all the fears I was trying to shove aside.

He reached for my waist as he shook his head, his locks dancing gently in the light bleeding in from the window behind me as he did so, “No.”

While the alarm bells were still sounding inside me, they finally settled enough for me to let this happen.

“Okay.” I breathed, shakily, my hands reaching for the buttons of his dark shirt, undoing them one by one, revealing more of his art-covered chest as I went along. 

I felt his eyes on me as I focused on my task, but I didn’t dare meet them since I wasn’t sure what was waiting for me there. I was hoping he’d simply grab me again, return to the blur of intoxicating touches he’d been drowning me in before my emotional outburst.

Instead he lightly placed his knuckles under my chin, raising it so I’d meet his eyes.

I’d been right to worry, as what I found there made me feel unsteady all over again.

All day there had been something distant about Oli, as if he’d been hiding behind a varying number of protective layers, a makeshift thicker skin in order to shield himself.

I’d foolishly let myself believe he’d already shed these layers during our talk in the van, but from the way he looked at me now, I could tell I’d been gravely mistaken.

While he was still fully dressed, he had mentally stripped himself bare, leaving only himself, emotionally naked and vulnerable with so much adoration in his eyes I couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of tears or not.

My chest ached as I focused to maintain eye contact under his intense gaze.

His fingers brushed away the hair framing my face, caressing it tenderly, lovingly.

“I want nothing more than to continue what we were doing, love.” He murmured, “But if you need us to talk tonight instead, we can do that.”

Having already committed to shifting gears, accepting that I wouldn’t be able to silence the worries inside me entirely, I was bewildered when he managed to disarm me for a second time today by further clarifying that whatever we needed to discuss wouldn’t necessarily be world shattering.

I felt a smile pull on my lips before I boldly let my hand reach for his hard length, so firmly constrained by his trousers I distantly wondered if it was partially pain that I saw melt his features as his eyes promptly shut, his mouth falling open with a ragged sigh.

“We can talk tomorrow.” I whispered gleefully.

When his eyes met mine again, they were dark, hungry.

I grabbed for his belt buckle but he stopped me, taking hold of my wrist.

“I’m very sure whatever you planned to do with that thing would be absolutely brilliant,” his voice dipped, “but there’s this particular sound you make when you cum that drives me fucking mad.” 

Uncontrollable arousal spread throughout my body like wildfire, and from the way he looked at me I could tell he knew exactly how much his words were affecting me.

“And while withholding your pleasure is fun and all, it’s been far too long since I heard it.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to my ear again to whisper his next words, “So I’d like for it to play on repeat tonight like my favourite song.”

My racing pulse which I could prominently feel between my legs, caused even more wetness to pool at my core. Everything he promised pushed my need for release to – what might just be – an all-time high.

Backing up, still holding onto me, he led me to the end of the bed, “Take a seat, love.” He purred.

I felt completely wrapped around his finger as I mindlessly did as I was told, the mattress shifting under my weight as I sat down to kick off my shoes, longingly looking up at the man shrugging out of his shirt after finishing up the last couple of buttons I’d left for him.

I was hoping he’d start on his trousers next, giving me a particularly excellent view from my seated position, but instead he reached out and gave me a push, causing me to fall backwards onto the bed with a bounce. He immediately followed, spreading my legs in order to fit himself between them, grinding our hips together as he leaned over me to claim my lips, his hair falling to frame my face, brushing my cheeks. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, roaming under my dress, pressing underneath me to angle himself against me better, causing us both to moan into each other's mouths as the friction from the fabrics between us rubbed in equally painful and wonderful ways. 

I began grabbing for him, wanting him closer despite how hard he was pressing himself against me already. But as soon as I let my caressing fingers turn into claws on his bare back, he pulled away, pushing himself off the mattress, coming to stand between my legs.

“Come back.” I breathed, sitting up in the same motion as he stood, but he just pushed me back down again – significantly harder this time, letting me know we were slipping into our wonderful, familiar roles, where he has all the power.

Oli didn’t even bother responding, instead he watched me under heavy lidded eyes as I writhed on the bed, ready to be his willing toy, to be played with.

I waited patiently for him to do something, anything, to help me continue forgetting about the stress of the night – and the impending discussion tomorrow – but instead his gaze just raked over me leisurely, worshipping me as his fingers trailed along my leg.

So I decided to hurry things along.

Hiking my skirt up further, I raised my legs in order to slip the underwear off. He appeared fully intoxicated when I spread myself open again. A long breath left him before he visibly swallowed, appearing to work overtime to contain himself. I noticed a hand appear by his belt buckle, and I’d incorrectly assumed it was to finally undo his trousers, but instead he just felt himself, squeezing his dick hard enough that the muscles in his forearm tensed and moved.

I was growing increasingly impatient, entirely too eager to be fucked senseless, so I slipped a hand between my legs.

Intense eyes shot to mine before Oli leaned over me again, his fingers firmly, painfully, taking hold of my neck, making me to grab for his arm out of instinct, “I know what you’re trying to do,” a wicked smile flashed over his face, “but you’re not getting fucked yet,” he added, shaking his head as he spoke.

Letting go, he slipped away again, only to fall to the floor, coming to kneel before me. I felt his arms wrap around the outside of my legs, grasping my hips to pull me forcefully to hang off the edge of the bed, my legs coming to rest over his shoulders.

I didn’t get a single second to react before his mouth closed over my pussy, eating me as passionately as he’d kissed me earlier.

For a moment I felt completely untethered, not at all prepared for the extreme and sudden pleasure it would bring, whimpers and sighs immediately spilling uncontrollably from my mouth.

Looking down to see glowing eyes poking through the swaths of hair covering them, I let my fingers push into the dark curls, moving them away from his face, revealing his forehead ink and more of the intensity in his eyes before they fell shut, groaning into me as he pulled me closer against him. 

After a moment one of the arms wrapped around me fell away, and I felt warm fingers at my entrance, pushing into me. My back arched involuntarily from the building sensations, my own eyes falling shut in the process.

The sounds pouring from my mouth were so desperate I would have felt embarrassed if I wasn’t so preoccupied by the pleasure I was being showered in.

But I could tell the man between my legs very much enjoyed the unleashed nature of my moans, the fingers on my hip digging into me further.

Shiver after shiver trailed up and down my spine, the release I craved so badly just around the corner, causing my fingers in his hair to rake through it with more vigour, gently pulling on it.

Once my legs began to shake, Oli's mouth broke away from me and I panicked for a moment, thinking he’d rob me of the ecstasy once again like he’d done many times before.

“Touch yourself, love.” His words came so deep, so rough, if it wasn’t for the distinct dialect he’d barely be recognizable.

My fingers reluctantly slipped out of his hair in order to work my clit, making the curls fall back over his face as he pulled away further. His glistening, parted lips only added to the animalistic energy he was already emitting as he watched me. The hand that wasn’t currently moving inside me and sending electricity coursing through my whole body, caressed along my thigh, hugged me against him.

My shaking intensified, the moans and whimpers escaping me increasing in volume as well as frequency, and right as I was about to go over the edge, an almost pained euphoria painted Oli’s features.

My free hand shoved into the covers, bunching them in my grip as I came apart in his hands, squirming against him as he held onto me, half draped over his shoulders.

“That’s it, love.” He whispered between breaths.

Once I came back down I felt lazy kisses on the inside of my thigh. I looked down to see his ravenous eyes on me, completely glazed over with lust. The arm with the blackout tattoo wrapped around my leg, so highly contrasted next to my pale skin, caressing me firmly to keep it in place as his mouth played on me.

The fingers inside me that had been still for a moment, started moving again, “Keep going.” He said between kisses, and more moans were already escaping my mouth from the incredibly delectable motion he was providing me with.

I’d always had an easy time reaching orgasm after the first one, so I was looking forward to showing him how quickly I could get there again. But Oli parted his lips and let his teeth sink into the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, causing me to go over the edge almost immediately. 

Nearly wriggling out of his grasp from the powerful release, I heard him groan, “Fuck.”

Once my squirming had calmed I noticed he hadn’t stopped moving against my g-spot. I pulled my own hand away for a break, to let my racing pulse settle, but his mouth immediately replaced it, not giving me a moment's rest.

“Wait.” I sighed, but it was too late, the second orgasm was already turning into a third.

My arching back, my squirming and pulling on the covers, grew more violent. To compensate, he held onto me harder as his open mouth moaned onto my pussy, the muffled sound mingling with my cries of pleasure filling the large room.

Coming back down, I felt both his mouth and fingers inside me fall away entirely as I laid there, completely undone and delirious, fighting to catch my breath. I opened my eyes to see him sucking on the fingers that I’d just cum on three times, appearing positively possessed, watching me like a starving man.

The sight of him sent more shivers running down my spine.

He slipped the fingers out of his mouth and pushed them back inside of my now very sensitive pussy, causing another whimper to spill from me.

“We’re not done.” his voice came broken, barely contained, “Keep going.”

“Okay.” I breathed as I reached down to feel my pussy, now plump and blood filled from all the attention.

While I actually wanted more, I was moving over my clit intentionally slow to delay the next climax, the very intense, multiple orgasms having tired me out in ways I hadn’t anticipated while already exhausted from the day.

Oli shook the hair out of his face as he watched me, “You tired, love?”

I nodded through my panting.

“Little bit more.” He whispered as he continued kissing my inner thigh, biting it possessively every so often, which did nothing but get me all-too-close to the edge when I desperately needed a break.

I stopped when I was right there.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop.” He growled, springing me back into motion, which immediately shoved me right over the edge, straight into ecstasy. 

This time I all but thrashed against him, my moans coming pained as they echoed all around us.

“Fuck. Oh god, yes.” His words came like prayer, half groaned, half whispered, his nails digging into me, his grip the only thing keeping me grounded, “You’re fucking perfect.”

My heart was thumping away as he pulled his fingers out with a wet sound, the man I’d been resting my legs on pushing off of the floor.

I opened my eyes right in time to see him hover over me, looking almost as far gone as I felt. The glistening fingers were suddenly pushing into my open mouth. Instinctively I let them in, my tongue greeting them with a caress, my lips closing around them.

He laughed, low and lazy, “You taste so sweet, don’t you, love?” He asked as he let the fingers glide over my tongue before they slipped away. I couldn’t help but nod in agreement, enjoying the taste, but more so enjoying how he makes me taste myself, how much he gets off on it. How intoxicated he appears every time he makes me do anything at all really.

Standing up, his hands fell to his belt, finally undoing it.

“Get comfortable.” He said, inclining his head towards the centre of the bed, watching me through his curls as I was currently draped, sprawled, half off of the mattress.

My arms felt like spaghetti as I pushed myself up, but right as I got into a seated position his cock sprang free, giving me access to an energy reserve I didn’t know I possessed.

His tip was absolutely soaking with pre-cum from everything he’d just done to me, now only inches away from my face. My mouth began to salivate, wanting to open and suck it dry so badly my core ached. 

But as per usual, Oli had other ideas, having noticed my spellbound stare.

“While tempting,” He started, grabbing his length, working it slowly in front of me, “There’s only one place I want to put this right now – get on the bed.”

I looked up at him, the determined man above me, and swallowed.

Making quick work of scooting backwards, Oli immediately followed, crawling on top of me, spreading my legs as he pushed between them.

Wasting no time, I felt him at my overly sensitive entrance, shooting a fresh batch of electricity throughout my veins as he buried himself deep, fucking himself into me with a feral desperation. His face nestled into the crook of my neck, moaning against my skin before he bit down on me. 

I clawed at his back as I clung onto the last of my sanity, but my nails in his skin only seemed to awaken his spirit further. 

He parted his own legs more, spreading mine wider to accommodate the space he demanded in order to leverage himself; in order to fuck me harder, pounding me into the mattress as his teeth dug into my neck agonisingly hard.

As I began to wonder if I was about to climax again, Oli shot up from his position on my neck, resting on his arms as his eyes fell shut, lips parting in the most delightful, ragged moan as he filled me up with several long, slow thrusts.

The warm liquid began to flow out of me as his movements slowed to a standstill, his eyes opening to reveal his newly relaxed state, glowing with the remnants of the pleasure he just experienced inside me, a lazy smile tugging on his lips before he leaned in for a painfully delicate kiss, forcing me to take note of our unusually domestic position, causing some unease to return to my stomach.

Because while the sex we’d just shared did have some kinkier elements, it doesn’t change the fact that we were currently in bed, tangled up in the missionary position – the position I’d shared with my ex nearly every single time we’d had sex; very meaningless, mind-numbing, nearly soul crushing, sex.

When he pulled away the vulnerability was back in his eyes, so deep I could disappear in them entirely, mixed with the love I now knew he felt for me. All of which turned the moment incredibly intimate.

Too intimate.

He opened his mouth and I already knew what he was going to say, but I felt utterly powerless to stop it, claustrophobic and trapped between his heavy body and the mattress underneath me.

“I love you.” He breathed, still buried inside me.

And I lost it.

I began pushing at his chest, shaking my head, “N-no, stop. Get off.”

He’d either rolled off me, or I’d successfully shoved him away, but regardless of the logistics, I’d managed to break free and climb out of bed in a blur of motion.

I didn’t even bother collecting my shoes, I simply pushed my skirt down over my bare ass and ran towards the exit, already feeling the tears burn my eyes.

I got all the way to the door before I stopped, the cloud of panic lifting for just a second, but it was enough to make me realise what I was doing.

What I shouldn’t be doing.

While horrified and triggered, I knew I didn’t have a choice but to turn around and face my fears, unless I wanted to rule out a future with Oli all-together.

My legs were shaking, cum running down my thigh as I stepped back into Oli’s view.

He was sitting naked on the bed, wiping away the tears from his sad, glassy eyes.

The vision before me was the last straw.

My legs gave out and I folded, collapsing onto the floor, violently sobbing.

The exhaustion, my fears, the panic, all having been pushed to their own individual limits simultaneously, and I simply broke. 

Before I knew it, arms wrapped around me, holding me against a warm and solid body as the floodgates had burst wide open.

“You’re alright,” The man murmured into my hair, “I got you.”

I felt pathetic as I once again was having a meltdown in Oli’s arms, his hands caressing me just as tenderly as every other time he’d consoled me.

It took a while, but once the weeping finally came to an end I was so drained I barely knew how to function, but I felt horrible for almost running away again when things got hard, so I wanted to apologise, knowing how much it must have hurt him.

Pulling away from his loving embrace, I met his teary eyes, “I-I’m sorry–” I started, my voice hoarse.

“No,” He countered, cutting my apology short, shaking his head, “It was horrible timing, I should know better.”

But the pain on him was clear as day.

I was so very tired, but I needed him to know I wasn’t giving up, not after everything that had happened tonight, knowing it could damage the little trust he had managed to build with me.

He must have sensed that I was about to continue speaking, because before I knew it the arms around me were scooping me up, walking back over to the bed, and gently laying me down on the mattress.

“Let me fetch you a towel.” He muttered before stalking off to the bathroom, clearly intent on not hearing my apologies or explanations.

When he came back his eyes weren’t meeting mine anymore, handing me the towel to dry myself off. Once I’d shoved it between my legs, he reached for my hands, sitting me up in order to slip the dress over my head.

I welcomed the help, feeling like a ragdoll from the extreme mental and physical exhaustion.

I’d expected him to stick around, but he disappeared in the bathroom again.

Listening to the tap running behind the closed door, I tried so hard to cling onto my consciousness, but sleep was leading me away, luring me into its tempting cocoon. I don’t know how much time passed, but I awoke to him climbing into bed, arms snaking around me from behind in order to cuddle into me.

“Thank you for staying. I know that wasn’t easy for you.” His words were barely a whisper into the back of my head, the warm puffs of air shifting my hair, “You’re incredibly brave, Alice.”

Feeling like a hypocrite for having called him a coward tonight, considering how fearful I’d been every step of whatever you’d call what me and Oli share, I disagreed wildly with his statement.

“I’m fairly certain I’m the opposite of brave. All I do is cry.” 

“Don’t be an idiot. There’s nothing braver than facing your fears. It’s inspiring.”

My cheeks heated up. I wasn’t sure if I completely agreed with him, but I was still flattered by the way he continuously viewed me and all my damaged parts. 

Without knowing it, he’d gifted me with a type of validation that made me feel slightly less ridiculous for experiencing some things the way I do, in turn shedding one of the many layers of shame surrounding my mental health issues that I’d always thought made me inherently unlovable.

The same shame having made me fearful of changing, growing into something more solid, something more me, as whatever was hiding under all my fear and anxiety couldn’t possibly be anything positive; why else had I been working so hard to keep it locked up for so many years?

Brave.

I let the word float around in my head, gingerly touching it as I struggled to stay awake.

“Can we strike another deal?” He asked after a short silence.

Curiosity made my heavy eyelids a bit lighter, “Depends, what’s the deal?”

“I won’t stop trying if you don’t.”

My eyes widened further, realising what he was saying.

On the surface it could be interpreted as asking for commitment, but I knew that’s not what Oli meant. Instead this was his way of letting me know he was committing, determined to work on his trust issues, letting me know he won’t give up as long as I’m facing my own fears. In the hopes that I’ll stick around, rather than an expectation or demand.

His willingness to commit despite my uncertainty settled a fear deep inside me that I didn’t even know I harboured.

“Deal.” I responded, feeling the arm around me hug me closer.

As more silence fell, I drifted back off into the land of slumber.

The next morning I awoke to the sunrays stinging my eyes, the whole room so brightly lit I could barely keep my eyes open. I reached out and felt the empty space next to me on the mattress with a frown, but quickly took note of the splashing noises from the shower running in the bathroom.

For a moment I let myself relax again, sinking back into the pillow under my head.

Until I remembered that Oli still needed to talk to me about something.

Anxiety rushed me, making me sit up. 

As I did, I heard my phone vibrate across the room – a welcome distraction from my anxious state. And considering we had the entire day off today, I knew that whatever notification I received would more than likely just be frivolous and enjoyable.

I saw one of the wonderfully soft robes the hotel had provided thrown onto the chair next to the bed, so I slipped it on and padded over to my handbag on the floor across from me. Once I reached down to collect my phone I heard another vibration, quickly followed by another two.

But I also noticed they weren’t coming from my handbag.

Being over on this side of the room I realised that the sound of the vibrations had simply echoed off the wall, and was in fact coming from Oli’s phone on the other side of the bed, laying face down on the side table.

Buzz.

About ten more seconds passed as I stared at the phone in question.

Buzz.

Shaking any intrusive thoughts out of my head, I reached for my own phone and took a seat on the mattress. As I scrolled through some feeds I wasn’t paying any attention to, my mind involuntarily flickered to last night; specifically to the feeling I had when I nearly dashed out of here. How claustrophobic it had felt to be in such a similar position as with my ex. So domestic, just going through the motions.

I shook my head out of frustration.

No, that’s ridiculous. Oli is nothing like my ex. Just because we were in bed in such a seemingly vanilla position, doesn’t mean I’m slipping back into my zombie-like state. It was just a small trigger – that’s all. I’m riddled with them after all.

Especially since even the most ordinary of acts with Oli were still packed full to the brim with passion, so intense that they overwhelm me more often than not.

As I successfully settled my unease with logic and reason, I heard yet another vibration.

I shouldn’t react to it, but there seems to be very few things on his phone that would actually cause a notification to go through – made evident by the fact that I could probably count on one hand how many times I’ve heard his phone vibrate over the past month. I always chalked it up to him being a celebrity, so naturally he’d have a bunch of things muted that the average person wouldn’t.

More buzzing.

When the shower stopped, it occurred to me that whatever was happening on his phone might be of importance.

I didn’t let myself overthink it when I shot to my feet with a bit too much energy in order to collect his phone. I thought to myself, ‘I’ll just bring it to him. Grab the phone and knock on the bathroom door.’

But somewhere in the back of my mind I knew the truth – knew that I’d let myself sneak a peek at whatever was uncharacteristically blowing up his notifications.

I went completely numb as I turned the phone over.

“Fay: I miss you”

…I miss you.

The exact same words I’d read on my ex’s phone in the kitchen that day – the same day I learned without a shadow of a doubt that he’d been cheating on me.

The phone fell out of my hand and hit the floor with a thud before I ran for the exit.

This time I didn’t stop once I got to the door.

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[female-buckets]

I hope the aces don’t rush Chelsea back bc of this losing streak. The mystics finally cleared Sykes to play but she reaggravated her foot injury again on Tuesday and is back to being day by day for her availability. So hopefully gray is a lot more lucky with her comeback but I wouldn’t wanna gamble especially this close to the Olympics

I think she should come back a few games before the Olympic break so she can get in rhythm. But they shouldn't push it too early

[vierss-herondale]

Hi darling, do you have a playlist or song that represents Jace and Clary's relationship? 🥰

Hi, love! 💕

First of all, all songs can be Clace songs if you had read enough fanfics like me 😂

But I do have a playlist!

It’s not mine tho, someone from tumblr shared it with me (I can’t remember the user I’m sorry) but I think the songs are on point 😍♥️ and they are arranged in a way that they tell Jace and Clary’s love story over the time 🥰🥰✨

And some of the songs that make me think of Clace (honestly almost every song 😂 but mostly these ones) are these:

Angel With a Shotgun by The Cab

Voodoo Doll by 5SOS

Halo by Beyonce

Give Your Heart a Break by Demi Lovato

Risk it All by The Vamps

Demons by Imagine Dragons

Somebody to You by The Vamps

Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran

Jet Black Heart by 5SOS

Almost It’s Never Enough by Nathan Sykes and Ariana Grande

Over and Over Again by Nathan Sykes and Ariana Grande

Let Me Love You by Ne-Yo

Heart by Heart by Demi Lovato

Us by James Bay

Wild Heart by The Vamps

Another World by The Vamps

Unconditionally by Katy Perry

With Your Love by Cher Lloyd and Mike Posner

Bind Your Love by Cher Lloyd

Let Me Love You by Justin Bieber and DJ Snake

Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor and John Legend

Nothing Even Matters by Big Time Rush

All of Me by John Legend

And a special list for the One Direction songs that remind me of Clace ♥️:

What Makes You Beautiful

They Don’t Know About Us

Strong

You & I

If I Could Fly

Happily

I Want to Write You a Song

Better Than Words

Fireproof

No Control

Little Things

One Thing

Kiss You

Hey Angel

Drag Me Down

Stole My Heart

Something Great

Everything About You

Another World

Truly Madly Deeply

Magic

Why Don’t We Go There

Girl Almighty

I'm gonna leave it at that or the list would get much longer 😂

Btw do you have a playlist for Clace? Also which songs remind you of Clace? I'm curious and I love to listen to songs that can fit with Clace 💕💕

[shanaraharlyah]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better:

Tagged by @kojottek

3 Ships You Like: Teagan Guerrin x Warden, Rush Sykes x David Nasau, Chris Redfield x Jill Valentine

First Ship Ever: Han x Leia

Last Song You Heard: Have You Ever Seen The Rain by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Favourite Childhood Book: The Hobbit (really still my favorite book TBH)

Currently Reading: still DreamStorm by MCA Hogarth (I really need to start reading again as I have a growing back catalog of her books now!)

Currently watching: Critical Role

Currently consuming: Water

Currently craving: Chicken Taco Salad from El Diablo

Tagging: @zuendwinkel @volumniafox @lanabenikosdoormat @slothssassin @wingedwartigers @darth-salem-emperor-of-earth @queen-of-stoneharts and anyone else who wants to join. No pressure!

[uglypastels]

What is it about the fluctuation of motivation and joy when it comes to writing and being on tumblr. Everytime I get a rush of excitement to write and try to get active its like my brain inmediately shuts off any enjoyment this site brings me. I tell yall about the stuff I want to write syke lets not do that anymore. But I still want to write and engage with everyone so I ask for requests ha no. I want to scratch my eyes out rather than work on the things that once brought me the biggest smile. I love my writing but it is also the worst crap i've ever managed to produce. Posts i definitely would have reblogged a few days ago i just scroll past and celebs i used to have crushes on look ugly and is anything in my life ever consistent or do i just start to hate literally everything in my life because i'm a bitter as fuck person. I should just delete my blog maybe but i could never do that. Too many fond memories. I want to support and read everyones work but just the idea of starting a fic makes me want to cry because nothing speaks to me and i'm being so picky it actually it passes the borderline of total bitch but everyone is so good i have to tell them but what am i gonna say that i havent said before you'll think i dont give a shit but i do i'm just so tired and i love writing and sharing the stuff i create but whenever i dont i feel like complete shit because why cant i do the one thing in moderately good at.