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moon-rivr · 6 months

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the other woman part 2

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

warnings: cheating (once more, i do not condone nor endorse this🤨), bit of angst (?), and fluff

author’s note: finally 😱 sorry it took me so long to get it out lol, hope you all enjoy <33 (gave myself ptsd with the frijoles 😓)

word count: 4k

the other woman part one

You re-read the text message from Miguel over and over again until the words were basically imprinted in your brain, the constant reminder of what this relationship really was. It was just an exchange of pleasure, nothing more and nothing less. Though you'd sworn that you wouldn't engage in any of Miguel’s messages anymore, a part of you couldn't help but be curious as to why he wanted to come over now. You took a few deep breaths to calm your self down, your hands clammy as you typed out a response to his message.

You: ok. no hooking up though

Miguel: 👍🏽

About a half hour later, a loud knock was heard on your door, successfully waking you up from the tiny nap you'd taken. You rushed to clean up the empty ice cream container in front of you and wipe away some away some of the stickiness that was in the corner in your mouth. You opened up the door to see Miguel standing there with disheveled hair and his lab coat still on, probably just getting off from work. The two of you awkwardly looked at each other for a couple seconds before you motioned him to come in, opening the door.

He sat on the couch with his arms folded as he watched the tv show in front of him, not saying anything. You had half the mind to ask him what it was he came over for, but you decided just to wait it out and let him speak when he was ready. "So, Dana told me she confronted you at a coffee shop," he spoke up after a couple minutes, his eyes still focused on the tv. "She did, it was my fault though. I shouldn't have been staring at her for so long," you mumbled, still feeling that lingering embarrassment from your previous confrontation with her. He finally shifted his body to face yours, his hands crossed on his lap and he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but quickly clamped it shut.

"She and I are getting a divorce. She's known for a while now that I've been seeing you and she's been seeing someone else," he told you, your eyes widening a bit in confusion. He'd told you that they were on the path towards fixing things, that he wouldn't need your company anymore the last time he was in your bed, so this came as a complete curveball. "I'm sorry. I know you tried to keep your relationship intact," you offered, putting your hand on his arm to offer him some kind of comfort. He placed his arm on top of yours before he spoke again, "I didn't come here for your sympathy. I came here because.. I want you to be with me. No hiding and no illicit affairs."

You pulled your hand back from his, biting down on your bottom lip as you started to consider the possibility of actually being in a relationship with Miguel. You'd expected for this moment to make you feel better, that you'd be up in the air cheering from joy, but all you felt was doubt crawling up to the forefront of your mind. "Please say something," Miguel let out with a small sigh, his gaze on where his hand was holding yours.

“I don't want to be in a relationship with you, Miguel."

"Why? Is it because of Dana confronting you? We can work around that, I promise."

"No. It's just.. your daughter's just gonna see me as the person that fucked up her parents' relationship."

"Our relationship was fucked before you even came in the picture, chula. Me and Dana were planning on talking to her and explain the situation."

You nibbled on your bottom lip as you withheld the real reason that you didn't want to be involved with him, but you were snapped out of your thoughts when Miguel placed his hand on your shoulder. "Tell me what's stopping you from getting in a relationship with me and we can work it out. Or I can leave and give you some time to think about it," he told you, his eyes not breaking contact with yours as he spoke. "I don't trust you, Miguel. And that wasn't a problem when we were just sleeping together because I wasn't the one you were going home to. But now you're asking me to put trust and hope that you want to be in a relationship with me and I can't," you finally admitted, his face slightly falling as you spoke.

He stood up and brushed away some invisible wrinkles from his dress shirt, looking over at you. "I'm here asking you to be with me and you don't trust me?" He asked you, almost like you were in the wrong for even doubting him. "You cheated on Dana, who may I remind you, you were married to. So is the concept of me worrying about you cheating on me so outlandish?" You respond, standing up as you looked up at him. He let out a small sigh, placing his hand on your cheek before he dipped his head down to kiss your forehead. "I’ll gain your trust, okay?"

The next couple of months following that night, the rumors that Miguel was recently single began to surface around. Even though you'd taken the initiative to get some space away from him, your heart couldn't help but ache every time you saw one of his lab assistants throw themselves at him. You kept your head down and tried to avoid Miguel at the lab as much as possible, but you couldn't help but notice his lingering stares when you came in to check up on his work. You quickly took notice of his bare ring finger but you didn't let it get your hopes up, you felt like Miguel could easily replace you at any moment and that overpowered any feelings that you felt towards him.

You were dreading having to go to the company party this afternoon, but you decided on going regardless since it was a retirement party for one of your old mentors. The heels on your feet felt uncomfortable as soon as you put it on and the dress you were wearing felt too tight, like you couldn't breathe properly, but you eventually tried to calm down and headed to the Alchemax building. You could tell that the party was set up last minute by the way the streamers were just tossed around and the balloons had zero shape, but you found yourself enjoying the atmosphere regardless.

After congratulating Dr. Connors on his retirement, you sat down at one of the tables and drank the champagne that was being passed around by the caterers. Your eyes widened when you saw that Miguel arrived, wearing a black button down and black slacks that fit him perfectly. It was similar to his work attire, but you'd been avoiding him for so long that you forgot just how handsome he could really be. You gulped down the rest of your champagne and silently prayed to whatever entity there was above that he wouldn't approach you, you were certain that your heart couldn't handle it.

"Is this seat taken?" You looked up to see Miguel standing there, his arm on the top of the chair as he started pulling it back. "No," you responded simply, averting your gaze from him and you noticed that some of the other women at the party were staring at him. You looked through your peripheral to see that Miguel was already staring at you, one of his fingers coming to trail the lace of the dress you had on. "Why aren't you out there talking with your other co-workers? They've all been feening after they heard you were single," you turned to ask him, wanting to know his reasoning for being here with you. "Feening?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping from his lips as he looked at you. "And who told you I was single, chula? Even though we're not together, you're the one that owns my heart," he whispered, kissing your forehead before he walked away.

You felt your heartbeat in your ears after he left, completely speechless after what he said. One of the coworkers you frequented lunch with, Alison, walked over to talk to you but your mind couldn't help but race with thoughts about what Miguel had said. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Alison waved in front of your face, your eyes focusing on her once more. "Sorry about that," you muttered, rubbing the side of your neck awkwardly. "What's on your mind?" She asked, not bothering to keep up with the conversation about her research. You shared the details of what happened with Miguel without actually naming him, and you felt a sense of relief when she didn't show any judgement despite you acknowledging that you’d gotten with a married man.

"Well, obviously I don't condone cheating and I do agree with the point that you're making, that you'd be stupid to think that he wouldn't do the same thing to you. But it sounds like he's really willing to put in the work into working this out with you, and I mean you'll never really have a guarantee that he won't cheat but it's better to just try it out," she offered her bit of advice and you nodded, letting the words really sink in. You changed the subject back to her research, not wanting to think about your relationship problems with Miguel for one night, and you actually paid attention to what she was saying this time. The two of you ended up having a pleasant time talking but you couldn't help but notice that across the room, Miguel couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"Ew, dude. What the fuck?!" You exclaimed when you felt someone's saliva hit your arm while you were waiting for the valet to bring your car back. "Sorry about that," you heard the same intern from a couple weeks ago speak, a throaty laugh escaping from her lips. "Do you have a problem with me or something?" You turned around, your brows furrowing as you wiped away the residue. "My problem is that you think you're so much better than us because you got to bang Miguel, but the truth is that you're nothing but a miserable homewrecker," she scoffed, coughing into her arm afterwards. "Like you weren't throwing yourself at him just a couple weeks ago," you countered back, though a small part of you knew that she had a point. She got closer to you, her nostrils flaring and you could've sworn she had something else to say but someone came in between you two.

"That's enough, don't you think?" Miguel spoke, facing her as he blocked your body away from view. "But Mr. O’Hara, she started it. I would never stoop down to her level, I promise," she whined as you rolled your eyes, biting your tongue back. "Just so you have it clear, I will never be interested in you. Not now and not ever. And I don't want to hear you calling her a homewrecker again when you don't have all the facts," he responded, his back tense as he spoke to her. You heard her footsteps retreat and Miguel turned to look at you once she was out of sight, tilting your chin up so you'd look at him. "Don't let her get to you, okay?" He whispered, keeping eye contact with you. You nodded, feeling some butterflies in your stomach as you walked to your car.

You called in sick on Monday, waking up with a headache and fever, your body completely sore. You only got up from the bed when you heard a knock on your door, assuming that it was probably your Amazon package. "What are you doing here?" You asked, your nose sniffling a bit as you looked over at Miguel. "I heard about what happened. I came to bring you some stuff," he told you, holding up a Walgreens bag. You opened the door to let him in, grabbing a couple tissues on the way back to the couch. You grabbed some lysol from a kitchen drawer and began to spray the couch along with the area around you so you wouldn't infect Miguel.

"Vaporub?" You mumbled, holding up the small container as you looked up at him. “Look, say what you want but that thing seriously has some healing abilities," he responded seriously and you simply nodded, rubbing some on your chest. "I wasn't sure if you ate already or not so I brought you some chicken soup. There's also a couple cough syrups in there, I wasn't sure which one to get," he added, sitting down on the couch next to you. You looked over at him, noticing how nervous he looked to be around you once more. "How was work?" You asked, facing away from him as you coughed into your arm.

The two of you ended up watching the second season of Narcos on your couch, talking about work or talking about the show itself. "I’m sorry for trying to pressure you into being in a relationship with me right after I asked for a divorce from my ex-wife. I know why you have your doubts and I'm sorry that I didn't take those things into account," he told you, rubbing small circles on your thigh as the second season ended. You leaned your head against his shoulder, finding comfort in the embrace. Truth was, no matter how much you tried to deny your feelings for Miguel, you always found yourself coming back to feel the comfort that he could provide you with. "It's okay. I just wasn't expecting that after you told me that we'd be ending things."

Miguel’s movements on your thighs suddenly ceased and he turned to look at you, holding your chin up. "I know you're not exactly ready to be in a relationship with me and I can't really blame you for that. but I've been wondering, what if we take this slow? Like I'll take you out once you feel better and we can start getting to know more about each other than what we look like naked," he offered and you had to bite down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from smiling too hard. "I'd like that a lot," you responded, leaning into kiss his cheek before pulling away, remembering that you had a cold.

About a week later, your cold had completely faded away and you got a text from Miguel, telling you to keep your schedule open today. You couldn't help the large grin that appeared on your face at the prospect of finally going on a date with Miguel, at finally being able to be seen in public with him without any repercussions. Nothing could bring down your mood today, not even your bitchy coworkers spreading rumors or the dirty looks you received when you walked down the hall. You did your best to finish your work as soon as possible so you'd have enough time to shower and get ready.

You'd chosen to wear a simple black dress with some flats since you weren't completely sure where Miguel was taking you, not wanting to look too casual or too fancy. You practically ran over to the door when you heard a knock on your door, your eyes widening when you saw miguel and his daughter standing there. "Hola!" Gabriella told you and you could've sworn it was like looking at a replica of Miguel. "Hola chiquitina, how are you?" You smiled, opening the door and stepping back so they'd come in. Gabriella began to talk about her day at school and soccer practice, a small smile forming on your face at just how energetic she seemed to be.

Miguel tapped you on the shoulder, handing you a bouquet of flowers with a small smile on his face. "I hope you don't mind that I brought Gabi over. Her babysitter wasn't available and i thought it would be the perfect opportunity for you to get to know her," he told you, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. "No worries, she seems like a lovely kid anyways," you responded, bringing the flowers up to your nose as a smile crossed your face. You went over to the kitchen to put them in a vase, setting them on the kitchen table when you felt a tug on your dress.

"Are you gonna be my new mami?" Gabriella asked, a toothy grin on her face as she looked up at you expectantly. You kneeled down to her level, holding her small hands in yours. "I'm not gonna be your new mommy, because you already have a mommy that loves you and cares for you very much. I have no intentions of replacing your mom, but I do have every intention of taking care of you and loving you," you responded honestly, brushing a loose strand of her hair back. The answer seemed to satisfy her since she pulled you into a tight hug, burying her face into you. "Thank you for being nice! A lot of the kids at school complain about their step-mommies being mean."

Miguel ended up taking you two to an arcade so you and Gabriella could have some fun together and have an opportunity to bond. "Papi! Can we have wings, please?" Gabriella asked when you all stepped inside, automatically running to the food court. "Tenemos frijoles en la casa, chiquitina," he protested but he didn't really sound like he meant it. (we have beans at home) "Papi, we've been eating frijoles for two days now. Let's take a break, pleaseee?" She asked him, putting on her best puppy eyes for him. "Yeah Miguel, pleaseee?" You asked, joining Gabriella and making puppy eyes. He let out a small groan, rubbing his temples before he let himself be taken to the food court. "You two combined is gonna be the death of me, I swear."

Though Miguel had been the one to protest the most against buying food, he'd been the one who ordered twelve wings and a large order of fries. "¿No que no querías?" Gabriella teased him, taking a large sip from her milkshake. (thought you didn’t want any) "Well, I couldn't leave you two eating alone, would be very rude of me," he responded as he took a bite from his fries, making Gabriella giggle. “Should've brought your frijoles in a tupperware," you added in as a joke, though his brows furrowed as he considered it. "Might have to do that for the movie theater next time. I swear, those prices are a scam," he muttered before he went back to eating.

The rest of the meal was spent between Gabriella sharing stories about her friends and how she made five goals at practice today and you trying to keep up with what she was telling you, hoping to score some brownie points with her. Miguel had a small smile on his face as he watched you interact with Gabriella, staying silent for most of the meal. "Is something wrong?" You asked Miguel when Gabriella ran off to get the tickets for the games you'd all be playing. "No, the opposite actually. It's so nice seeing you interact well with Gabriella. I was worried that she wouldn't like you but I think she felt reassured when you told her you weren't trying to replace Dana," he responded, holding your hand as he walked with you to where Gabriella was.

You groaned as you struggled to knock the bottles down, but you didn't want to give up out of your want for the huge Spider-Man plushie. Miguel placed a hand on your shoulder, telling you to step to the side before he handed his tickets to the man at the stand. He threw the balls at the bottles, his forearms flexing with every movement and you could've sworn you felt a bit of drool collecting at the side of your mouth. "Which one do you want?" He asked you after he effectively knocked down the bottles, the man at the stand practically seething at how easy it'd been for him. You pointed to the Spider-Man plushie, a big smile on your face as you held it close to your chest once he’d handed it over.

"Thank you," you told Miguel, standing on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. "Anything to see you smile that way," he remarked, his words always having the ability to make you get flustered. The two of you headed to where Gabriella was at, joining her in the basketball game that she was playing. She let out a scoff after Miguel won, clearly pissed off. "It's not fair! You're basically a giant, papi!" She whined, looking up at him. "Don't be bitter, chiquita. I'll even let you keep the plushie if you behave," he responded, letting out a small chuckle. "Kid has a point, y'know?" You respond, letting out a laugh of your own. Miguel playfully rolled his eyes and bent down to tickle Gabriella, her giggles filling up the mostly empty arcade room.

The three of you went to try out a couple games and you teamed up with Gabriella after she'd asked you to. the two of you had lost against Miguel in the hockey game and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he saw the frowns on your faces. "What was unfair about this game, Gabi?" He asked her, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. "You're the only unfair part, papi. You're just too good," she grumbled, running off to go play whack a mole. You and Miguel headed towards the car games and even though he could hardly fit on the motorcycle, it was still an enjoyable activity for the both of you.

Miguel handed her the My Little Pony plushie that he'd claimed to get for himself after he won the basketball game, a bright smile on Gabriella’s face as you all walked out of the arcade. "Did you enjoy yourself, nena?" Miguel asked Gabriella, the kid practically beaming as she held the Pinkie Pie plushie. "I did, thank you for letting me meet your girlfriend papi," she replied, and you didn't have the heart to tell her that you weren't Miguel’s girlfriend yet so you stayed quiet. "Thanks for not telling her that we're not dating. She's been really understanding about the divorce but she doesn't quite grasp the concept of the talking stage," he spoke up after gabi fell asleep in the back seat, your eyes drifting from the window to him. "You don't have to thank me for doing the bare minimum, Miguel. I like your kid and i don't wanna see her upset," you assured him, holding his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel.

For the first time since you and Miguel had been intertwined with each other, he brought you over to his place. he carried a sleeping Gabriella inside, taking her with such ease to her room and you couldn't help but look around at the decorations. At the scattered books on the shelves, a combination of some peer-reviewed science journals and kid's stories. You felt like for the first time you'd caught a glimpse of who Miguel was behind that exterior that he put on and you wanted to learn as much as you could. He came back to the living room, wrapping his around your waist as he leaned his head in the crook of your neck. "Ready for bed, chula?"

Miguel didn't try to initiate anything sexual and neither did you, but that didn't stop the two of you from clashing tongues after you guys changed into your pajamas. You'd missed the way he tasted on your tongue, the way he kissed you like he was dying of thirst and you were the only source of water. The two of you eventually came to a stop when a knock was heard on the door, Gabriella standing there with her pinkie pie plushie. "Can I sleep with you guys?" She asked, rubbing her eyes since she was still half asleep. Miguel nodded, making some space in between you two to let her lay down. As you fell asleep that night with your arms wrapped around Gabriella, you couldn't help but feel grateful that Miguel and his little girl had welcomed you to be a part of their family.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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Aita for having a foursome without my partner while in a committed relationship?

I, 18f, am in a relationship with my partner who I will call Mike, 21m. Our relationship started in January when we meet on a hookup sight, and we liked the hookup enough to keep seeing each other and then we developed feelings. I'm from a pretty rural place and therefore the pickings of good men are slim so it felt like I hit the jackpot when I met Mike cause he was funny and didn't pressure me sexually and could actually make me cum.

But as our relationship became more serious I noticed things that were bothering me like how he's hardly on his phone so he doesn't text me back for anywhere from 2 to over 24 hours at a time.

He also in the beginning wasn't very good at communicating which lead me to not knowing what he wants from our relationship. He also wouldn't tell me he couldn't make plans until right before, or even after, the plans were meant to start. This happened often because he doesn't tell his parents that he has other plans when they ask him to do something (he still lives with his parents) and it even happened a couple times with his friends.

This is a slightly big issue to me because I have trauma based abandonment issues and BPD, and I will get upset and have an episode. Obviously it's not his fault I have these episodes and he's not causing them on purpose, but having episodes that often was negatively effecting my mental health.

My best friend Ken and roommate, 18n, and our two other friends, Julian, 18n, and Mac, 20n, had to witness the toll these episodes had on my mental health as I grew more depressed and anxious during the 5 months I allowed this to happen. They continuously encouraged me to either speak to him about his behavior or break up and I ended up talking to him and his behavior seemed to get better. (For context I only can see him about once a week because he has a job with long hours and works on his dad's farm on top of that)

Around this time my friends starting having threesomes together (Mac and Julian are ex fuck buddies and Mac and Ken are engaged) and they kept making jokes about how it should be a foursome/I should join then.

I brought these jokes up to Mike one of the times he was going to hang out with my friends incase made the joke in front of him as i didn't want him to go in unprepared. He said I should just "have sex with them to get the joke to stop" and I was like "??? We agreed to be exclusive, that would be cheating. Also if I wanted them to stop I could just ask" and he was like "yeah I guess but I still think you should just have sex with them. Just do it" I changed the subject cause I couldn't tell if he was joking and it made me uncomfortable.

I told my friends later when we were alone and they told me that was him giving me the go to have sex with them.

So I did, even though I held some reservations that he might have been jokinh. I had a foursome with them, and as I am the photographer of the group, took lots of photos and pictures and even sent the photos and pictures to the groupchat we share so the others could have them.

Then after it ended I started to second guess myself and deleted all the photos from my phone and texted Mike that I really needed to talk to him, like sooner then we usually would (since I had just seen him typically I wouldn't see him until next week). I felt gross like I had cheated, which is something I have always vehemently been against, and betrayed Mike's trust as we're in a committed relationship. I admitted these feelings to my friends and they said it wasn't cheating cause he told me too and even if he hadn't he was still horrible to me and he deserved it.

Only the last part made me feel even worse cause I don't believe anyone deserves to be cheated on.

I ended up telling Mike everything and he told me that it wasnt cheating because I "was basically just a promoted camera man" and that he had told me to do it anyway. But them he started making jokes about it. Like if I asked if he wanted to watch a show, he'd say "I don't watch TV shows with dirty cheaters" or things like "oh yeah, Mac, your other boyfriend" or "yeah i know how close you and Ken are" and just generally seems to get quieter when i bring up those three friends. I would originally think the comments were teasing as he's a playful guy but he started to say it enough that I can't tell if there's actually truth to it and a part of him thinks I'm a cheater, or all of him thinks I'm a cheater and he's lying that he's fine about it to not hurt my feelings/ruin our relationship.

Every time I voice my feelings to my friends (even the ones I didn't have sex with) they tell me that I'm not in the wrong but I feel like I definitely am in the wrong and a cheater, and I think that Mike might feel that way too. So I've come to Tumblr to look for unbiased options on whether or not I am and asshole and a cheater for having a foursome while in a committed relationship?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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darthannie · 4 months

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day twenty-seven: phone sex with jim

pairing: Jim x f!reader word count: 1,063 warnings: cheating, age gap, mutual masturbation, fingering, almost caught a/n: listen what if he was cheating on his wife with someone younger from work? What then? kinktober masterlist

You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared at how your new silk set looked on you. Not bad, you thought. You snapped a couple of pictures, planning to send them to Jim.

You met each other through work and somehow got to know each other despite being in very different places in life. You became more than friends when you were joking around with him one day. His hand ended up in yours and he reached for your cheek. You closed the gap before he could pull you in for a kiss. You met up that day after work and had sex for the first time. Since then, your meetings have gotten more frequent, and the relationship more serious.

You knew he was married with children and you would be lying if you didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about this arrangement, but not guilty enough to stop seeing him. Every time you were together your affinity for him only grew stronger.

Instead of sending one of the photos you took, you decided to call him. It was late enough that his wife would be in bed asleep, and he had mentioned his kids were having a sleepover at a friend’s house. He had to be free at this hour.

The phone only rang for a moment before he picked up.

“Hello?”, you said.

“Hi.” He sounded out of breath. He forgot to silence his phone and almost woke up his wife with your call. He ran out of the room to not wake her up. Thankfully, she didn’t stir.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just missed you,” you said, your voice small. You’d never said anything like that to him before. You didn’t know exactly how he’d react.

“I miss you too,” he whispered. He was nervous, you had never called before. He sat at his kitchen table, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

“When can I see you again?” You played with the string on your sweatpants.

“Soon,” he paused for a moment before continuing. “How’s Wednesday sound? Same time and place.”

A large grin formed on your face. “Wednesday works.”

“Great. I’m glad.”

There was silence before you spoke. “You know, Jim, I was just getting ready for bed before I called. No one’s home.”

“I can’t come over-“

You stopped him, “No no. I know. I wouldn’t ask you to. I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been… starting to touch myself while thinking about you.”

He swallowed, “Yeah?”

“Mhm. I keep thinking about the way you touch me.” You started to rub your clit, already wet.

He heard your moans and bit his knuckle, debating if he should give in to your temptation.

“How does it feel?” He asked so quietly he thought you hadn’t heard him.

You moaned, “Really good.”

“How wet are you?”

“Really, really wet.” You punctuated your sentence with a moan.

His breath hitched as he palmed himself through his pants. Your small moans motivated him to reach underneath and grab himself. His head tipped back for a second before he adjusted in his seat.

“Have you fingered yourself yet?” His hand started to move.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Better start,” he said as he pulled down his pants, revealing his hard cock, dripping with precum. “Go slow. Start with just the tips of your fingers.” Your only response was the moans that escaped your mouth. He continued “Now put them in as far as possible. Curl them.”

You did what he said… over and over and over again. “Fuck, Jim,” you cried, “it feels so good. I want you inside of me. I need you so bad.”

He was panting now, stroking himself quickly, imagining he was thrusting into you and feeling your soft skin under his palms.

“Need you too. It’s all I can think about.”

You slowed your movements, “You think about me that often?”

You listened to him let out a breathy moan, “You’re the first and last thing on my mind every day.”

“Jim-“

He deflected by telling you to rub your clit. You did what he said once he gave his instruction. You pressed your head into your pillow and whined, feeling like your hands weren’t enough. “God, I wanna taste you, love,” he exhaled as his hips bucked up into his hand, biting his lip as he got closer to his release.

“Jim- fuck- I’m close.”

“Cum for me,” he said. You put the phone next to your head as your other hand reached down. Two fingers moved in and out of you while you rubbed your clit. The sound of Jim’s low, breathy moans combined with your fingers made you cum almost as soon as he gave you the command.

You screamed his name as your legs shook. Jim let out a moan that was a bit too loud for his liking as he came, knowing he would ruin his shirt. That wasn’t what he cared about. What mattered more was the rustling coming from upstairs, and light filling up the top of the staircase.

Jim quickly hung up, fixed his pants, and took off his shirt, hiding it as best he could. His wife peeked out from around the corner. “Jim?”, she asked, half asleep. He replied with a simple “Uh huh” as she descended halfway down the staircase. “What are you doing down here? And where’s your shirt?”

“Too hot. Couldn’t sleep so I just came down here for a moment.” He tried to tell himself it was a good enough excuse. She took it at face value. “Alright, just come back to bed when you feel like it.”

“Will do,” he replied with a smile.

She went back upstairs and the light turned off. Darkness surrounded him until his screen lit up.

You sent him a text, “You okay?”

He replied, “My wife came downstairs. Nearly caught me.”

You cringed at the thought of her finding out. You sent, “Did she suspect anything?”

He smirked, “Not at all.”

He texted again, “Can I see you Monday? We could go for a walk or something.”

Your cheeks flushed. “See you Monday, Jim.”

You put your phone down, but picked it right back up, opening your photos app and selecting the ones you took for him earlier. You hit send, hoping he;’s want to see your sooner than Monday.

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mrswolffs-blog · 3 months

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Waking around madly, Lewis went from one garage to the next searching for his former lover. The 5’2 Jamaican woman seem to have disappeared the moment he left his motor home.

Searching left and right, he finally found her chatting away with her “partner” in the Redbull garage as they conversed about the car. Walking in pass the security, Lewis headed right up to the couple; stopping their conversation. “Y/n may I please be speak with you in private?” He asked respectfully, giving her a chance to make their interaction civil. “No, anything that you have to say can be said right here” Y/n sassed at him which made the situation worse, seeming that he had given her the benefit of the doubt.

In one swift motion, Lewis swung the woman over his shoulder as she started hitting his back to no avail, then started making his way out of the opponent’s garage, when Y/n’s boyfriend blocked his path. “Dude you can’t just come here and take my lady away! Put her down!” He demanded yet Lewis looked at him pathetically before letting out a hearty laugh. “You really think you’re doing something? Please allow me to pass?” Lewis asked politely to which Y/n’s boyfriend pushed him, making him stumble and almost hitting Y’n’s head into a wall (HUGE MISTAKE!!).

Lewis became infuriated as he placed Y/n’s now tired form onto a chair. He turned to the man who had pushed him, smiling softly before laying a jaw breaking punch to the man’s face as the entire garage went silent upon hearing the man’s jaw break. The man stumbled back, blood coming up through his mouth as his eyes watered, yet Lewis payed him no mind as he turned to recollect the girl, only to realise that she ran out into paddock.

Chasing Y/n through the paddock, Lewis managed to catch her right in front the Mercedes garage after a few of the mechs blocked her way. Picking her up, he swiftly walked to his driver’s room, having Angela close the door from the outside.

“What is your problem?! You always come back to ruin anything that I have going on for myself!! Why are you so destructive?!! You just won’t leave my life!!” Y/n ranted angrily as she repeatedly hit his chest. Lewis allowed her to vent before he started speaking.

“Sweetheart, I never have never hurt you. What you are referring to as me cheating was not the case. I went out to a hangout with a couple of friends when she joined and so we accommodated her. She wouldn’t leave so we took her with us. I promise you that nothing happened.” Lewis explained as he held her weak and crying form. He could see clearly that she was deeply hurt from his past actions, which was why she immediately got up and let after the video was released.

Sitting own for a while, Lewis had been off for an hour in a meeting; he just returned to find Y/n deep in thought. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusion. It’s just that you’ve hurt me so much and I thought that you wouldn’t change. I feared that if I stayed, you’d continue with the wildness you had before we met” Y/n explained which broke his heart.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, I was the one who caused the distrust. I should’ve been clear when we last spoke but instead I decided to play petty. I am deeply sorry love. Please forgive me?” Lewis pleaded as he rubbed his face along her skin, asking for forgiveness.

Y/n slowly calmed as she hugged him tightly, sniffing in his scent and rubbing her face into his chest as a form of forgiveness. Later when everyone spotted the two walking out towards the car park together hand in hand, they knew that their favourite couple was back together and the so called boyfriend was out of the picture for good.

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thefallennightmare · 6 months

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Let Me Be Yours-Noah Sebastian.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: abusive/cheating ex, swearing, angst, fluff, smut.

Summary: Reader was in an abusive relationship, and she ended up pushing away the one guy who never did her wrong. Noah refused to let her feel as if she wasn't worthy of love; especially when he had so much to give her.

Authors Note: This was requested by @themodern-daywednesday! I really hope you like it. Since there are talks of abusive exes, please read with caution. I used my own experience with my own abusive ex-boyfriend as a way to express myself. Oh, the reader's nickname is Angel in this as well but no correlation to Miracle!

Also, this is during long hair Noah era because he will always be my favorite.

The music vibrated through the house as I leaned against the living room wall, staring down into the red solo cup in my hand. At one point there was cold beer in it but now, it was more like room temp and untouched. When Jolly poured me the beer over an hour ago, it sounded good, though now I'd much rather toss it into the sink and crawl upstairs to my room; well, the guest room.

I pushed my way through the crowd of people that filled the house for this little party and threw the cup into the garbage. Hugging my hoodie closer to my chest, I went to maneuver my way past a couple that was making out against the fridge but halted when I noticed the long brown hair pulled back into a low bun. It could have been anyone, but I knew that hair, I also knew the snake tattoo that coiled around the guy's neck.

"No," I muttered while backing up into the kitchen island, accidentally knocking over the array of alcohol.

The sound of glasses falling gained the attention of those close by and when he finally pulled away from attacking the girl's lips, my tired eyes met with his cold blue ones and I shuddered.

"Y/N?"

"Jared, wh-wha-what are you doing here?" The words stumbled over my tongue.

Who the hell invited my ex to the party?

Jared shrugged. "I heard through the grapevine that this was happening so I figured I'd stop by."

Even with the ice-cold fear filling my veins and harsh memories of us creeping back into my mind, I stood tall against him. I refused to let him know how seeing him again was affecting me.

With my arms over my chest, I raised a brow. "You know this is Jolly's and Noah's house, right?"

At the mention of the latter, Jared's jaw ticked as he stalked away from the girl he was making out with moments ago and over towards me.

"That would explain why you're here," his voice was filled with hate.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm staying with them since I let you have the apartment, even though you were the unfaithful one."

My ex-boyfriend, scratch that; asshole, dickhead, piece of shit ex-boyfriend stood there in front of me with that stupid, smug smile. I hated that smile. And him.

I wasted a year of my life with this guy and the entire relationship; he made me feel unworthy and was only good for one thing; sex. I never gave it to him but that never stopped him from trying. And when I continued to deny him, Jared found other girls to beg for a quick fuck.

He wasn't only a cheating prick, but he also was an abusive piece of shit; more mentally and emotionally than physically. The way he manipulated me into thinking that I needed him in order to survive or sometimes even pulled the typical 'if you leave, I'll kill myself' bullshit. Jared made me believe I wasn't pretty enough and forced me to wear baggy shirts or sweaters and pants. I could never dress up because he would claim I was dressing up for someone else. I never did my hair or makeup for these reasons as well. I began pushing all of my friends away because it made me believe that all I needed was Jared.

The mental and emotional abuse was the worst, but that didn't mean he never raised a hand to me. One time, in front of my group of friends, Jared thought it would be hilarious to choke me out to see how long I could last. Another time, I was talking to him about how I was depressed and afraid of doing something to myself.

His response?

Jared said I was too much of a pussy to do anything and to prove that, he took a mechanical pencil and dug it into my wrist leaving half an inch of a scar.

Maybe that's why Noah hates him so much.

At the thought of my best friend, I quickly scanned the packed house wondering if he noticed Jared was here.

"Looking for lover boy? Think he'll save you again?"

I snapped my eyes over to Jared and almost spat in his face. "Fuck you, Jared! You need to leave."

"What are you going to do, Y/N?" he stepped closer to me with a raised brow. "Noah isn't here to protect you from me. Did you scare him off yet? It's only a matter of time until he realizes what a pain in the ass you are. I mean, if you never put out for me, why would you for him? You're a virgin, Y/N. Girls are always throwing themselves at him and why would he waste his time with someone as inexperienced as you?"

"Screw you!" I stepped up in his face. "Noah is nothing like you; he would never do the things to me you did. He actually cares."

Jared raised a hand to brush over his jaw but out of instinct, I reeled back and prepared for the hit to come, though it never did. All I heard over the music was his dark laughter.

"You're pathetic. You couldn't even dress up for a party?" Jared motioned to my sweater and leggings. "What the fuck did I ever see in you?"

With his hand linked with the girl from earlier, who was too drunk to realize what was going on, Jared threw his shoulder into me as he walked past. I stumbled over my feet but could save myself from falling. Tears burned in the corners of my eyes and I decided I was over this party. The bed upstairs sounded way better than being anywhere Jared might be.

"No," I told myself, worrying Jared might have been right. "Noah would never do that to you. He's the one that offered you a place to stay."

When I found Jared cheating on me yet again, I couldn't take the pain anymore so I packed a few bags and showed up on Noah's doorstep: seeing him for the first time in three months.

"I don't have anywhere else to go," I cried, tears slipping from my eyes.

Noah sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder to pull me inside, letting the door close behind us.

That was two days ago and after telling me I could stay in the guest room for as long as I needed, I took that literally and held up in the guest room for the last two days. Noah tried texting me when I was with Jared but I never responded. Another thing Jared didn't like, me talking to my best friends. The fact that Noah and Jolly were still willing to let me stay with them showed how big their hearts were.

Speaking of hearts, mine throbbed in the cage in my chest as I thought about how Noah looked when I showed up the other day. His long hair was pulled back messily with a claw clip and his gold round glasses perched on his nose looking absolutely breathtaking. I always was attracted to Noah but never acted on it because he never felt the same way. We'd been good friends for so long, we didn't want to risk loosing that because of feelings.

Noah never said that, but I always assumed that because he gave no indication that he felt something more than just friends with me.

"Hey, you alright?"

A soft voice pulled me from my thoughts and I noticed Nick Ruflio leaning against the wall beside me. His eyes were filled with concern as he looked me over.

Noah wasn't the only one that knew about Jared and our toxic relationship; the rest of the guys did as well. We all were incredibly close for years while they knew certain things Jared had done to me, Noah was the only one that knows how bad my mind was fucked up.

The first night here, I stayed up with Noah and told him everything. To say he was furious was an understatement. I had to talk him down multiple times for finding Jared and kicking his ass.

Hearing my name called, I shook out the thoughts and gave my best fake smile to Nick.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him.

"Really? Because Folio said he saw Jared out back," Nick said.

I cursed while running my sweaty palms against my thighs. "Did Noah see him?"

"No," Nick shook his head. "But it's only a matter of time. Folio is trying to get Jared to leave."

"Fuck you! Piece of shit!"

Oh no, I know that voice. I dream of that ethereal voice.

Nick and I both pushed past the now-growing group of people that gathered outside in the backyard. The party was long forgotten, and guilt ate away at me knowing it was my fault. This party was a going away party for Bad Omens because they leave for tour tomorrow. At first, I was nervous that I would have to leave and find somewhere else to stay but both Jolly and Noah reassured me I could stay here while they were gone.

There was a loud sound of skin hitting skin and what I saw made me halt in my footsteps. Folio had a hand on Noah's chest to keep him back from Jared, who was sporting a bloody lip.

Well, it was safe to say Noah knew Jared was here.

"That's all you got, lover boy? I've hit Y/N harder than that," Jared spit.

Noah pushed passed Folio to grab Jared by the collar of his shirt and lay a fist into his jaw, this time knocking him to the ground. I was still in my frozen state watching this all play out while both Nicks were holding Noah back and Jolly stepped in front of me when Jared glared up at me.

He spit into the grass before pointing at me. "You're wasting your time with her, Noah. She doesn't put out; bitch is still a virgin. Why do you think I cheated on her?"

Noah stiffened before his gaze finally landed on me, realizing for the first time I was watching.

Okay, maybe I didn't tell Noah everything about my relationship with Jared. I hid the fact that I was a virgin from him, something that seemed to shock him because Noah's lips were parted slightly. Now I knew any chance with him was nonexistent because of his one rule: He doesn't do virgins.

"It has nothing to do with them not knowing what to do. It's from personal experience. They might get too attached and I'm not looking for a relationship like that." His words echoed in my brain.

I cast my gaze down at my feet with the attention of everyone on me and tears burned at the corners of my eyes before they fell. Seeing me cry made Noah clench his fists and was fast on Jared, pinning him down to lay fist after fist into his face. The sound made me cringe as I tried to look away but couldn't. The muscles in Noah's back tensed as he laid a bone breaking punch to Jareds nose.

Finding this to be so attractive and hot is wrong but the way my pussy clenched, I knew I enjoyed being wrong.

People were whispering under their breath wondering if Noah was going to stop and fearing the worst, I stepped out from behind Jolly and over to Noah. There was blood from Jared splattered over the front of his sweater and the sight of Jared's mangled nose and mouth made me almost puke but I kept my eyes straight on Noah.

His name fell from my lips as I laid my hand on his shoulder. When he felt my gentle touch, Noah's body shook as he let out a breath.

"Come on," I urged him off of Jared. "He's not worth it."

Noah's eyes bounced from me to Jared before he rose off of him, giving him one last kick to his gut for the final blow.

"If you come near her again; if you even think of her again, I'll break every single one of your fingers," Noah threatened.

"Alright, I think the party is over," Jolly's voice carried as he dismissed the party goers.

As they slowly dissipated from the yard and house, I laid a hand on Noah's chest and felt the erratic pace of his heart. I then grabbed his hand and hissed when I saw the cuts and blood across his knuckles.

"I'm fine," Noah said while trying to pull his hand away.

But I gripped it tighter. "Let's get you cleaned up."

With a sigh, Noah agreed and as we walked back into the house, Jared's voice called after me.

"You'll come crawling back to me, bitch. You're nothing without me!"

Noah turned to lunge back at him but I was faster as I stalked back to Jared's crumpled body on the grass. Without a second thought, I pulled my foot back before sending it right into his face. I was only wearing socks so the hit of bone on bone made me gasp out in pain as I hobbled on my good foot.

"I'd say go to hell, but it looks like you're already there," I spat, motioning to the constant wounds that covered his face.

I tried to turn on my heels but the action made me fall to my knees and clutch my foot. But before I could hit the ground, Noah scooped me up into his arms and carried me inside.

"Noah," I protested.

He ignored me and walked through the now empty house and up the stairs. He passed the guest room and headed straight to his, kicking the door shut behind us.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he set me on the bed.

Instantly, I felt out of place. I've been to his house many times but never in his bedroom. I've seen what it looked like while he streamed but now actually seeing it with my own eyes, made me feel as if I was intruding in his personal space.

With be on the edge of the bed, Noah pulled over his computer chair and sat down while grabbing my injured foot. He carefully removed the sock and looked at the bruising skin.

"It's not that bad," I said.

He peered up at me through his lashes. "You could have broken your foot, angel."

My heart hammered in my chest at the nickname. Noah's called me that a few times throughout the years and every single time, it made my skin tingle. There was a soft knock at his door and we both saw Jolly peer his head in while holding an ice pack.

"Thought you might need this," he tossed it to Noah.

I smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you."

As the door closed again, I winced in pain when Noah pressed the ice pack to the top of my foot. Neither of us said anything for the next while, letting the silence fill the air, until the guilt for ruining the party ate away at me.

"I'm sorry about the party," I apologized quietly.

Noah let the ice pack fall to the floor as he leaned back in his chair with raised brows.

"Why the fuck are you apologizing?"

I shrugged while playing with my fingers in my lap. "I should have made him leave the first time I saw him tonight."

Now he tensed as his elbows rested on his knees. "When did you see him? What did he say to you?"

"Nothing, it's not important, Noah. Can we forget this even happened?" I begged.

The last thing I wanted was to repeat those hurtful things Jared spewed to me, especially to Noah. He was already angry, who's to say he won't find Jared and beat his ass. Again.

"Angel," Noah warned.

"Fine," I groaned. "I ran into him in the kitchen earlier tonight and he said the same shit he usually did. How I was pathetic and wondered what he ever saw in me. He also said that I'll push you away eventually because I'm-."

My voice broke off, not wanting to repeat those words. Although Noah already knew, I knew he would want me to say it.

"Because you what?" He pressed with a slight edge to his voice.

I knew it wasn't because of me but that did nothing to ease the slight fear in my gut. I had to keep reminding myself that Noah wasn't Jared. He wouldn't hurt me. But with everything Jared put me through, it fucked up my brain so that I couldn't tell the difference between someone that actually cared to one that only wanted to cause me pain.

I was so fucked up that I felt the need to lie to Noah about things because I was afraid of how he would react.

Jared was so controlling that I pushed all of my friends away, both the Nicks, Jolly, and Noah. And when I came crawling back after not listening to their warnings of Jared, they still took me in without a second thought.

I always knew, deep down, that I had strong feelings for Noah. I never said it out loud but as much as I tried to deny it, I knew that what I was feeling was that scary four letter word. But knowing that he didn't feel the same pushed me into the first man's arms that showed me a hint of attention.

"Angel," Noah's soft grip on my chin brought me out of my thoughts. "What else did he say to you?"

My bottom lip trembled as I let out a broken breath. Just this small gesture of kindness made my heart sore into my throat.

"He said that you won't waste your time with me because I'm a virgin. You have girls throwing themselves at you all the time, why would you waste your time with someone like me?"

My eyes squeezed shut for a moment to keep the tears away but when I opened them, Noah's gaze was burning deep into me, almost down to the core of my existence. I became nervous and tried to move his grasp from my face but it only made him grip my chin tighter.

"I'm going to kick his ass; again," He pushed himself away from me before rising to his feet.

"Noah," I reached for him but he moved too fast. "Just leave him alone, he's been through enough."

"Stop defending him!" he spun on his heels to point a finger at me.

I flinched at the sudden raise of his voice and Noah's face fell, guilt filling his eyes.

"Shit, I'm sorry angel," He ran a hand over his face. "I just hate hearing you defend him."

"I'm not," I stated with a shaky voice. "He's not worth it anymore, alright? I want to try to forget everything he put me through."

Noah eventually nodded and came back over to me except now he sat on the bed next to me. There was something radiating off of him and his fingers twitched in his lap. There'd been many times we were in closed proximity but something about right this moment made my palms sweat and belly burn with a rousing desire. I could smell his cologne as it engulfed my senses while his body heat wrapped around me like a safety net, letting me know Noah will do anything and everything to keep me safe.

"I should go-."

"Are you really a virgin?"

We both spoke at the same time but hearing his question made my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I'm humiliated enough with it being brought up in front of everyone tonight, please don't get me shit for it," I grumbled while crossing my arms over my chest.

Noah shook his head, his knee brushing against mine. A shot of electricity shot through me and I yearned to feel more of his touch.

"I'm not," there was something in his tone of voice that made me read the soft features of his face.

"It doesn't matter. It's not like a guy would find me attractive enough to want to sleep with me. I'm nothing special," I shrugged.

A muscle in Noah's jaw ticked. "Stop talking like that."

"It's true, Noah. No one wants a girl as damaged as me, especially a virgin," I stood slowly to my feet, not wanting too much pressure my bad foot. "I'm going to go."

As I tentatively walked past Noah, his hand gripped my wrist and pulled me into his lap, both of my knees landing on either side of him. His large hands gripped my hips to keep me in place as I fought against him, all while my heart was thundering in my chest. We were so close now, that I could feel his warm breath fan over my lips.

"That's bullshit," he spoke.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You said it yourself, Noah. You don't do virgins. What makes any other guy different?"

One hand left my hip to cup my cheek. "You're different."

"Right," I scoffed. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

Noah's eyes searched mine deeply, a slight frown pulling at his lips.

"He really fucked you up, huh?"

With both of my hands on his chest, I pushed him away. "I'm not worth it."

A squeal erupted from my throat when I felt myself being tossed onto the bed, Noah towering over me. Strands of his long hair cascaded around my face and without thinking, I brushed it back while running my nails along his scalp. Noah made a noise in the back of his throat when his eyes fluttered shut.

"You're worth everything, angel," he buried his face into the crook of my neck. "I'd get on my knees for you."

My breath caught in my throat at his words. Surely he didn't mean that. We never talked like this with each other.

"I have a lot of regrets," Noah now brushed his nose over mine. "One of them being not telling you how I felt earlier."

I gulped as my heart pounded loudly in my ears. No, he didn't mean what I thought he did. There was no way he felt the same.

"Noah," I breathed. "What are you saying?"

My fingers were still tangled in his hair as our eyes locked with each other.

"Let me prove to you that you're worth it, angel." His eyes sparkled as he almost begged me.

"Won't this-what about-," my words stammered over my tongue.

I was beyond nervous for what he was asking and I was afraid of what the outcome would be afterwards.

Noah's lips brushed along my jawline. "Let me be yours. I'll worship you and make you feel wanted and loved. Would you let me do that for you?"

Oh. Shit.

Every single part of me buzzed with so many emotions; shock, excitement, anticipation for what this meant, and the one that outweighed all of them was want.

I drank in the entire sight of Noah as he leaned over me. His hips hovered over mine while his lips continued to lightly brush across the skin of my jaw all the way down my neck. The small amount of facial hair that covered his face tickled with every brush and his long hair that fell out from the clip he used to keep it away from his face felt like silk against my fingers. Noah took off his sweater when we first came up to his room and now the colors of his various tattoos on his arms stood out in stark contrast to his white shirt.

"Yes," I finally said.

Quickly, his lips were on mine in a fiery, starving kiss and I moaned into it, never in my life experienced this amount of desire from someone. Noah wanted me, fucked up brain and all. His tongue molded with mine and our teeth smacked together, trying to devour every inch of my mouth.

When his hips pressed hard against mine, I broke apart the kiss to lean my head deeper into the mattress below. It felt so good when the outline of his cock brushed against my heated core, and I wanted needed more.

"Noah, please," I begged while raising my hips up into him.

"What do you want, angel?"

His mouth bit and sucked at the spot of skin beneath my ear, and I shuddered underneath him.

"Anything. I just need to feel something good," I admitted.

Noah leaned back onto his knees and motioned to my sweater. "Take it off."

I hesitated because I was only wearing a bra underneath and the thought of him seeing it made me suddenly nervous. He noticed because he leaned down to leave a tender kiss on my lips.

"Trust me. I've been wanting to see you like this for a long time. Take it off, angel."

With a nod, I sat up off of the bed and shed my sweater and to the ground. Noah's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of my black lace bra and he licked his lips as he reached behind me to unclip it. It fell away from me onto the bed and immediately, his hands cupped my left breast, fingers pinching my nipples.

"Shit," I gasped, the feeling shooting straight down to my core.

"So perfect," Noah murmured while his free hand slid down my stomach to brush across the waistband of my leggings.

Without even asking, I raised my hips off the bed to help his slide them off of me. Now I lay in front of him in only a black thong and could faintly make out the outline of his cock in his jeans. Noah's eyes darted from my body up to my face, eyes holding mine steady.

"How far do you want to go?"

My mouth ran dry realizing what he meant. If we went through with this, Noah would be my first. And knowing how he felt about virgins gave me pause. He reassured me I was different but what would that mean for our friendship?

"Would this make things weird between us?" I asked biting my lip.

Noah groaned at the sight and left a kiss right where my lip was caught between my teeth.

"I thought I told you I'm yours, angel. I've wanted you for so long and now that I have you, I'm not letting you go."

For the hundredth time that night, my heart warmed at his words so I gave him his answer in a heated kiss and took off my panties myself.

"I'm yours, Noah." I repeated his words back to him.

Seeing me naked in front of him lit a fire under his ass because he scrambled off the bed and took off his shirt then pants and briefs in one go. I stared hungrily at the way his thick cock sprung free and slapped against the inside of his thigh.

Fuck, he looked absolutely gorgeous with his tattoos.

"I'm going to work you up before, alright? Spread your legs for me."

I did what he said, and when he saw the wetness between my legs, Noah groaned. "Just a taste."

Although, I never had sex I did fool around with Jared; oral and hand stuff. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to Noah and the way his tongue licked up my dripping arousal before rubbing small circles over my clit.

"Shit," I panted. "So good."

A finger slid over my entrance, up and down, before slipping inside of me. Noah worked his fingers in a slow rhythm while his tongue worked fast. Then another finger slipped inside and now, his fingers and tongue matched in pace as he brought me closer to the brink. My orgasm was cresting higher to its crescendo and my moans of pleasure echoed through the small room as my nails dug deep into the blanket. I arched off the bed while my knees shook, the wave of pleasure about to yank me in to drown me.

"Cum for me, angel. I want to taste every part of you," Noah breathed against my clit as his fingers speared inside of me.

His name rolled off of my lips in an earth shattering whine, the power behind this orgasm like nothing I've ever experienced.

"Good girl," he mused as he crawled up closer to my face.

I felt heat rush from my heart straight to my pussy at hearing his praise and nearly lost it when his lips met mine, forcing his tongue in my mouth so I could taste myself on him. My nails dug into the skin of his back to pull him closer to me. He had his cock held steady at my slick entrance and my mouth salivated seeing the pre-cum at the slit.

"Are you on anything or should I grab a condom?"

I nodded. "I'm on the pill. Even though I've never had sex, I still wanted to be safe."

"Okay, let me know if you want me to stop," Noah said.

When I nodded again, Noah slowly sunk the head past my lips and I tensed immediately which made him pull back when he was less than halfway in.

"Don't tense, just breathe with me."

Noah let out a deep breath along with me as he pressed deeper inside of me and I screwed my eyes shut when he met some resistance.

"Eyes on me, angel," he demanded with his hand wrapped around my throat.

Oh shit.

Noah's eyes were black now, filled with lust as he finally pushed past that resistance and sunk completely into me.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Noah leaned his forehead against mine.

His pace was slow, almost as if he was holding back, and while it hurt at first, now the pain subsided and all I felt was pure euphoric bliss when he slid his cock all the way out before pressing deep back inside.

"Oh, god," I raised my hips up to meet every one of his thrusts. "Faster, please."

Noah made a low noise in his chest as he lifted my leg over his hip so he could get a better angle and it made my eyes flutter shut when the head of his cock hit that perfect spot. His face bent low to my left nipple and ran his tongue over it in small circles before he did the same thing to the other one. My neck arched back, exposing the skin to him to beg for his tongue there. Noah obliged by biting down hard over the skin of my pulse point and I cried out his name.

"Say it again," he panted, his thrusts now going faster and deeper.

His name fell from my lips like a prayer with his of his thrusts and when the pad of his thumb stroked my clit, I spasmed against him. The familiar heat bubbled low in my belly and every cell inside ignited with that burning sensation that I desperately craved.

"I'm going to cum," I moaned.

"You look so beautiful taking my cock like this," Noah praised. "Such a good fucking girl. All mine; so fucking beautiful."

His sweet, affectionate words were exactly what I needed to grasp my orgasm. I came hard on his cock, my arousal coating every inch of him, and to keep my screams quiet I pressed kisses over the tattoos on his chest. Noah's fingers gripped me in a bruising grasp around my hips as his pace stilled for half a moment before he attacked my lips in a hungry kiss.

"Angel," Noah pressed deep inside me one last time, his cum filling my insides.

As we both came down from our shared highs, he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back while pulling me into his chest. I laid my head against it as he covered us with the blanket and left a tender kiss on my forehead.

"Are you alright?" Noah asked.

"Yeah, a bit sore but I'm okay," I laid my chin on his chest so I can look into his eyes. "Thank you, Noah."

He pursed his lips. "For what?"

"Everything. From earlier at the party to what we did. You made me feel wanted for the first time in a long time. I know you had that rule of 'no virgins'-."

"Hey," he cut me off. "I told you, you were different. I have every intention of making this a serious thing, angel."

We shared another kiss and when I pulled away, Noah cupped my cheek so I had no choice but to look in his eyes.

"If you let me, I'd spend the next handful of years making you realize your worth."

For once, the smile that spread across my face was genuine and bright, feeling the love course through me. "There's no way I'm letting you go, Noah."

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yespleasetommyshelby · 3 months

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I need you now - Modern!Tommy Shelby Imagine

Part 3 of Before he cheats - Based off of I Need You Now by Lady Antebellum

Requested - kinda - @jadesjam sent this as an idea for part 2 but I flipped and made it the third and final part of before he cheats! It hasn't been proofread so beware!

Enjoy! 🥰

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"No." I sighed for the upteenth time.

"Oh come on y/n, it's been weeks since all that shit with Tommy, it's about time you come and find yourself a rebound!" My longest friend Leah practically begged down the phone, her birthday was coming up and she'd been trying for the last hour to get me to go out for her pre-birthday bash.

"Le, you know I love you but I'm really not in the mood tonight, we'll do something in a couple days, okay?" I sighed, trying to find some middle ground so the conversation could end.

"Okay fine, but I'll hold you to that! Love you girl!" She cheered happily through the phone, my answer enough to stop the pestering, for now.

"Have fun babe, love you too!" I smiled before hanging up, the smile dropping from my face as soon as the beep sounds. "Guess it's just you and me." I whispered as I looked down at the shoebox in my lap.

Checking the time I couldn't help but laugh slightly at how the time had managed to get away from me, with the clock reading 1:04am I couldn't help but laugh slightly as I looked over the piles of photographs that were covering the floor. "Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor, reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore." I sighed, picking one up and focusing on the smiling faces beaming back at me, it was from my 21st birthday around ten minutes after Tommy had officially asked me to be his. We were so happy, everyone was so happy that night, laughing and singing being the only thing to be heard throughout Small Heath that night as everybody celebrated their king finding his queen.

Putting the picture down I reached up to wipe the line tear that has slid down my cheek, sniffing quietly before I picked up another, this one of me and all of the Shelby siblings, Ada and John on one side with Tommy and Arthur the other, even at 16 years old and apparently seeing Greta, Tommy still has his arm round my shoulders, my head resting on his arm. Throwing the picture to the side I huffed as I rubbed my hands over my face, the thought of Greta leading me down a rabbit hole.

"I wonder if I ever cross your mind, for me it happens all the time." I spoke to myself, "Probably not, you've probably had a whole queue of women waiting for this to happen." My voice cracked as I said what I'd been thinking out loud for the first time. "Maybe I should just send a quick text..." I whispered, picking up my phone, opening Tommys contact I paused before starting to type.

It's 1am, I'm all alone and I need you now, I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now.

Shaking my head I quickly deleted the message and locked my phone, throwing it onto the floor besides me. "Don't give him the satisfaction." I reminded myself with a sigh.

The loud shrill of phone made me shriek, my hand flying to my chest to try and soothe my racing heart. "Motherfuck." I breathed out, reaching over and seeing it's Leah calling.

"Hey Le, what's up?" I asked worried, knowing that she never called when she was out, unless there was a problem.

"Baaaaabe! You'll never guess where we are!" Her cheery voice burst through the phone making me wince slightly. "The garrison!" She squealed without waiting for an answer.

"That's great Leah, but I'm still not coming out tonight." I sighed, not understanding where she was going with this.

"Yeah, yeah, -- all depressed, I know, but I also know that lover -- is just as bad as -- are, if -- worse." She laughed through the phone, the music and voices in the background muffling half of her sentence.

"I can't hear you properly Le." I smiled slightly, her giggles infectious. "Le?" The beep of the phone indicated that she'd hung up. "What the hell was that about?" I muttered, my question answered two seconds later as my phone buzzed again.

I said that lover boy is even worse than you!

A message from Leah with an image of Tommy attached, say at the corner of the bar in the Garrison alone, his head in his hand as his other holds onto a glass of whisky - probably. Just from the zoomed out picture I could see his hair had been left to grow out and his shirt had been left untucked, something that had never happened before, in public anyway.

"Oh baby." I couldn't help but sigh, my heart breaking all over again at the picture.

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Keeping my eyes down I swigged the last dribble of amber liquid from the glass raising it high before rapping it in the bar a couple times, a sign for the bartender to refill. Feeling the glass being moved from my fingertips I looked up, giving the bartender a nod of thanks as he slid the bow full glass back to me.

Another shot of whisky, can't stop staring at the door, wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before. Rubbing my hand over my face I clenched my eyes as I thought of her, the reason I'd been sat here for the past few weeks doing nothing but drinking whisky after whisky and chain smoking till my chest hurt. Looking over at her door I couldn't help but think back to y/n's 21st birthday, the day we became official, she had come barreling into the garrison with her windswept hair and rosy cheeks absolutely fuming because she thought that everyone had forgot her birthday before the shout of surprise had her forgetting she was ever mad. Shaking my head I couldn't help but wonder if I ever cross her mind, for me it happens all the time, every little thing reminding me of her.

"Fuck sake." I growled to myself, pulling out my phone to check the time. "Quarter past fucking one and I'm sat drinking by myself, again, Thomas Shelby the king of fucking Small Heath aye." I chuckled ironically. Not like I hadn't had plenty of offers during my evenings rotting away at my own bar, but none of them were her, none of them were my y/n.

My heart started to race slightly as I noticed the missed call notification only to drop again as Arthur's name came into view. She said she didn't want to hear from me but surely one text won't hurt, right?

It's 1:15 I'm a little drunk and I need you now, I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now, and I don't know how I can do without - I just need you now

I'll be at the Garrison - T x

"Fucking pathetic Tom." I shook my head before locking the phone, not realising my thumb had already hit send.

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1:17, it had taken all of 3 minutes to reach the Garrison, shoving my hands into my pocket so said as I stared up at the gold sign above the door, a door that I'd walked through so may times before but never feeling like this. I jumped slightly as my phone buzzed at the same time as a group of girls can tumbling out the door, laughing and stumbling down the road as they held onto each other for support, I couldn't help but laugh slightly before pushing open the doors.

Stepping through the doorways Leah and the girls immediately caught my eye, giving me a quick wave she grinned before pointing over to the bar my eyes immediately landing on the mop top of black hair and slumped shoulders in the corner. Sending her a quick smile I slowly made my way over to Tommy, hesitantly taking a seat on the stool next to him.

"Not interested." He muttered making me jump slightly.

"Meh, I like your brother more anyway." I shrugged, giggling slightly as his head shot up, eyes wide as he stared at me.

"Y/n.." He breathed out, reaching his hand out he placed his palm on my cheek almost as though he was checking I was really there. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." He muttered, pulling me forwards slightly and resting his forehead against mine.

"Tommy I-" I took a breath, struggling to think clearly being this close to him after so much time, the longest we'd been apart since we'd met some ten years ago now. "I'm sorry too, I should've let you explain, should've listened to you." My voice wobbled slightly, pulling away I used my sleeve to wipe away the tears that had started to fall before resting my hand on his.

"I figured it would be easier to just finish things, after hearing about you and Gracie I just couldn't think of anything else... And I just lost it.. I dunno Tom. I guess I just, I guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all." I whispered, knowing that over the past few weeks that's exactly how I'd felt, nothing.

"Hey, don't you dare apologise, these past few weeks have been nothing but my fault, and I promise you y/n with everything I have and will ever have, I will spend every day of our future making it up to you. If you'll let me, just one last chance, please." He trailed off, his eyes on mine the whole time.

"One chance Tommy, that's all we have left." I whispered, my grip tightening around his wrist slightly.

"That's all I need." He smirked standing up and pulling me along with him, his arms wrapping around my waist and mine came up around his neck, playing with the longer hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling me in he placed his lips on mine, moving in sync I couldn't help but smile, the Tommy shaped hole in my heart slowly shrinking.

"I missed you so much." He mumbled after we pulled away, resting his chin on the the top of my head as he pulled me into a hug, completely ignoring the looks he was getting from the punters who had never even seen him smile before.

"I missed you too Tommy." I sighed happily, resting my head on his chest, sending a quick wink to Leah as she caught my eye, making her erupt into screams, much to the confusion of everyone else.

"So that's how you found me aye?" Tommy chuckled, the sound echoing through his chest.

"She helped yeah, but there was also the text you sent." I giggled slightly, as I head the faint 'shit' leave his lips. "It's okay Tommy, I love it when you're cheesy." I grinned, patting his chest as I looked up at him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He chuckled as he shook his head. "I love you." He whispered, eyes locked onto mine.

"I love you too." I smiled, placing a quick peck to his lips before resting my head back against his chest. "Oh and Tom?" I muttered without looking up, only the slight hum letting me know he heard.

"I'm sorry about your car."

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And there we have it! I know it's slightly shorter and I personally don't feel like this part is even nearly as good as the previous two, but hey, we move on!

Thank you for reading and I do hope you've enjoyed! 🥰❤️

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allmoshnobrain · 2 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 32 of 35 | masterpost

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I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, smut mentioned/implied

✧ Do you forgive me for all the ways that I missed you? / Did I ever not miss you? In my bones, in being myself / I could be no one else ✧

I woke up a few hours later with the sunlight peeking through the curtains, James' arms hugging me as he snored softly, his face tucked in the curve of my neck. I blinked, memories of the previous night rushing back, making my face warm and my stomach flutter with a million butterflies. Holy shit. That had really happened, right? We’d actually fucked?

I got up, nudging James' arms away, my face probably redder than a lobster. I headed to the bathroom, cranked up the shower, and hopped under the hot water, letting out a satisfied sigh as my body unwound. After the shower, as I brushed my teeth, it dawned on me that I’d forgotten to grab something to wear. Wrapped in a towel, I strolled back to the room only to find James was already awake.

“You look way hotter naked than I imagined, you know?” James grinned as he caught sight of me.

“Is that your version of 'good morning'?” I chuckled, hunting through my stuff for something to wear. He laughed, got up, and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me to stand between his legs.

“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, planting a light kiss on my lips. “Hey, mind if I use your shower?”

“Sure thing, but you might want to snag some fresh clothes from your own room,” I suggested, and he flashed a grin.

“Why don't you crash in my room for the rest of the tour? It's way more convenient, and besides…” James pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist before whispering in my ear, “We could have a rerun of last night as many times as we want, right?”

I hesitated, taking a step back. James frowned, seeming intrigued by my reaction.

“What's wrong?” he asked. “Am I that bad in bed?”

“Of course not!” I replied, maybe a bit too hastily, which earned a soft chuckle from him.

“What's bothering you, then?” he asked, gently holding my chin. I let out a sigh and glanced off.

“You might get upset.”

“Nah, I won't. You know you can tell me anything,” he drew me close again, and I placed my hands on his shoulders, my face warming up with how close we were. “What's going on?”

“It's just…” I sighed, a lump of pain forming in my throat. “James, Dave dumped me, thinking I cheated on him with you. It's messed up. And I... I really liked sleeping with you. A lot, seriously. But I can't help feeling bad…” I blinked, battling against the tears that were pushing through. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything; I'm screwing everything up…”

“No. You're not,” James whispered, gently rubbing my back with one hand. “You gotta quit thinking that. You're not screwing anything up.”

“It's all my fault, James,” I mumbled, my voice shaky as a couple of tears slipped out, making their way down my face. “I messed things up, and I couldn't even go after him to set things right 'cause I was scared. It's all my fucking fault.”

“Hey. Get over here,” he pulled me in closer, giving me a tight hug, and I sniffled, wiping my eyes with one hand while he gently rubbed my back. “You didn't mess up, Nore. You haven't wrecked anything, okay? I broke up with Pat 'cause I wanted to. And Dave... If you want, I can help you with that.”

“How so?” I asked, my voice shaky. He pulled back, looking at me, his blue eyes dead serious.

“If you're up for it, we can track him down when we're back. I'll help you explain the whole story. And if you wanna patch things up with him…” he paused, taking a deep breath like the thought pained him. “Nore, I'd rather fucking die than see you sad like this, even if it’s because you can't be with him.”

“James…” I whispered, my heart pounding at his words. Would he seriously go that far for me? Was he really willing to help me set things straight with Dave, even if it meant he might lose me in the process? Did he truly love me that much?

“It's just that, right now, there's a whole ocean between him and us,” James murmured, his lips edging closer to mine. “You can be my girl while we're here... And when we roll back, we'll figure out what's what.”

I let out a sigh as he kissed me, his hands eagerly roaming over my body until he unraveled the towel wrapped around me. One of his hands gripped my butt tight, while the other ventured to my breast, moving in slow circles, his thumb slowly teasing my nipple. I let out a soft moan as his lips traced my neck, a pleasant warmth spreading between my legs.

“I just got out of the shower,” I whispered, and he let out a soft chuckle.

“So what? We can hop in together later. I was thinking about fucking you in there too, anyway.”

“Quit it, James,” I moaned, my protest weakened by the evident longing in my voice.

He laughed and then yanked me onto the bed, positioning my knees around his hips. I tangled my fingers in his hair, his lips leisurely exploring mine, and moaned when he pulled my hips down, slowly sliding into me as I settled on his lap.

The morning was wrapping up when we finally strolled into the hotel's restaurant, spotting the rest of the band and Leanne, chitchatting as they polished off breakfast.

“Go snag a seat; I'll grab the food,” James suggested, tugging me in by the waist before whispering in my ear: “You've gotta be tired after riding me so good just now, huh?”

“Oh my God... James!” I griped, shoving him off as I felt my face getting all warm. He burst into laughter, heading for the buffet, and I rolled my eyes before joining the gang at the table. “Hey,” I greeted everyone as I took a seat, arching my eyebrows and furrowing my forehead when I got zero response. I blushed when I noticed all eyes on me — Kirk and Leanne with expectation in their eyes, Cliff throwing some side-eye, torn between suspicion and curiosity, and Lars barely containing his laughter. “Alright, spill it. What's the deal?”

“You telling us what happened?” Kirk chimed in, a big grin spreading across his face. I furrowed my brow.

“Nothing happened. What are you guys talking about?”

“Just that Pat went nuclear 'cause you and James disappeared together yesterday. Now she's MIA, and you two stroll in all cozy for breakfast like this?” Lars said, grinning like a goof too. ”So... what's the story?”

“Pat and James called it quits. She hightailed it back home,” I admitted, figuring there was no point in keeping it under wraps — everyone would catch on sooner or later.

“And you’re seriously gonna let us suffer in suspense? Spill the details!” Lea demanded, and I let out a groan.

James rolled back with two plates, plopping one in front of me before settling down and digging in. He took a few seconds, maybe longer, to catch onto everyone's eager stares at us.

“What?” he asked, his mouth full.

“What we're dying to know is if you two fucked or n…”.

“Lars!” I cut in, my face heating up. James nearly choked on his food, going red in the face too. I averted my gaze, refusing to make eye contact, running a hand over my face.

“Oh my God. You guys totally did it, didn’t you?” Lars continued, now definitely cracking up. We stayed silent, but that seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. He leaped to his feet. “I called it!” he pointed triumphantly at Kirk and Leanne. “Pay up, you owe me ten bucks.”

“You guys placed bets on this?” I exclaimed, offended, getting up. “Cliff!” I turned to Cliff, hoping for some support in conveying how ridiculous this was, but he just shrugged.

“I have nothing to do with this.”

“What were you betting on?” James inquired, still a bit flushed but not nearly as bothered as I was. I stared at him, incredulous.

“I bet that you and Pat would split, and you'd turn to Nore for comfort, inevitably leading to... you know. Kirk bet on a threesome with you, Pat, and Nore…” I shot Kirk a wide-eyed look, and he grinned at me like it was just a casual proposition. “Lea bet that you would only sort things out come morning.”

“And you all think it's cool to start placing bets on my love life?” I demanded, annoyed.

“We're just stoked that you and James finally got your act together, Nore. It was about time.” Leanne chimed in with a grin.

“I fucking called it! I knew this day would come ever since I spotted you two making out on the bus.” Lars declared, victorious. I turned to him, eyes wide, and James tensed beside me.

“What do you mean you saw it?” I asked, while James exclaimed:

“Seriously, Lars? I thought you were knocked out!”

“Wait a sec. What do you mean they were making out on the bus?” Kirk inquired.

“You didn't tell us any of this! It's not cool to bet when you're holding back intel,” Leanne griped.

“I genuinely thought you were knocked out,” James reiterated, sounding incredulous. Lars chuckled.

“Well, in case you're not familiar with the idea, it's called pretending…”

“Shut it, you goofballs,” Cliff grumbled. “Everyone's eyeballing us.”

I huffed but settled back in the chair to eat, allowing James to wrap an arm around my shoulders.

“So, are you two together now or what?” Lars prodded, and I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck off, Lars.”

“Are you or not?”

“It's none of your fucking business,” James muttered. “Just zip it.”

I glanced at James and couldn't help but smile when our eyes connected. We carried on with our meal, and to my relief, the others shifted gears, chatting more about the shows and the trip rather than dissecting James and me. I sighed, a sudden realization hitting me that the hollowness that had lingered for the past few weeks had lightened in my chest. For the first time in weeks, I felt almost complete, even with Dave not being there. For a fleeting moment, I almost allowed myself not to feel sad.

But then, James inadvertently brushed against the small blue stone on the bracelet that used to be Dave’s birthday gift, and in an instant, everything about Dave flooded back into my mind; his scent, his smile, the way he used to hold me. The way his lips always found the perfect spot against mine, and how he held me as if I would break with too much force. His voice, his hands, his strong arms around me, everything, everything about him.

I needed to find him again. I needed to explain everything; I needed him to understand that I loved him and had never stopped loving him, not even for a second. The idea of finding him frightened me, but the thought of never crossing paths with him again scared me even more. I needed to make things right.

Then, James' request echoed in my mind, and I let out a sigh. For now, I would let myself revel in the burst of happiness I'd stumbled upon in his embrace. I could make decisions later. I could figure out what I was really feeling. But for now, I could let myself forget that ache.

I could let myself be happy.

The rest of the tour flew by; now that James and I had sorted out our issues, the days felt lighter, and I started to feel a bit happy again. Of course, the fact that James couldn't keep his hands off me played a big part in that; we were always together, grabbing every chance we got to sneak away and get lost in each other's touch.

Before we knew it, it was time to head back home. Saying goodbye to James hit me way harder than I thought it would; I’d let myself love him fully in these past few days, no holds barred, but that didn't lessen how much I craved him one bit. If anything, with each passing day, I just wanted him more.

Nevertheless, I got back from the trip dead sure about one thing: I needed to patch things up with Dave. I had to lay it all out for him, spill every detail, even if it meant he might not want to hear it or worse, end up hating me. If my screw-up was keeping stuff under wraps to avoid hurting him, I was damn sure I wouldn't make that mistake again. Not if it meant risking losing someone I loved.

“You sure you don't want me to go with you?” James asked, cupping my face with one hand while the other hung onto my waist. We were saying goodbye at Los Angeles airport before he jetted back to San Francisco and I headed to Long Beach, but not for long; I had plans to swing back to LA the next weekend to have a chat with Dave and, well, Pat too. Figured some apologies were in order.

“I am. I swear I'll be fine,” I breathed, tiptoeing to plant a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He grinned, pulling me into a tight hug, and I let out a soft chuckle.

“You're so damn brave,” he whispered, making my heart rush. “I'll miss you, you know?”

“We'll catch up soon,” I replied, stepping back and resting my hands on his chest. He smiled, a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

“Yeah, but it won't be the same, will it?” he murmured, and I sighed, furrowing my brow a bit.

I had been dodging the thought, but James had a point: one way or another, I planned to sort things out with Dave this weekend. I was damn sure that meeting him again wouldn't be calm or easy, not when the ache for him was like a stormy sea in my chest.

Yet, I couldn't shake off how tight James and I had gotten in these last few days, how I’d let myself fall even more for him. I was torn, clueless about what to do. All I could wish for was that sorting things out with Dave about all that had happened in the past few months would clear up this emotional mess, help me make sense of it all.

"I gotta do this, Jamie," I murmured, cupping his face in my hands. He smiled, resigned, laying his hands on top of mine.

"I get it. How 'bout one last kiss? You know, for good luck." he suggested, and I couldn't help but chuckle, throwing my arms around his neck as I let him plant a sweet kiss on my lips.

The weekend rolled in quicker than I expected, shooting my anxiety through the roof. No matter how many times I'd rehearsed the speech and played out the scenarios in my head about facing Dave, when the moment finally arrived, I was way more jittery than I bargained for.

I hit up Pat's place first, thinking it might be a smoother conversation. Nervously, I rang the doorbell, sighing in anticipation. After a few minutes, the door swung open, revealing Pat.

I started to say hi, but she shut the door right in my face as soon as she laid eyes on me.

"Pat, come on!" I blurted, banging on the door. I hammered the doorbell — once, twice, three times — until she begrudgingly swung it open.

"What do you want?" she snarled. I raised my eyebrows, taken aback by her hostility.

"I want to talk to you."

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Go away."

"Yeah, I don’t think so. We need to talk," I lit a cigarette and offered her the pack. "Want one?" She stayed silent, and I sighed, shoving the cigarette box back into my jacket pocket. "Pat, look... I know things got kinda..."

“Spare me your apologies," She cut me off. "I don't want to hear it. It's too easy for you to roll up here and apologize after swiping my boyfriend from me. I don't get why you even bothered introducing him to me. You think I didn't know you two were cozying up while you were still with Dave?”

I opened my mouth, floored.

“Pat, I didn't... That's not true.”

“No? Then why were you so bent out of shape that day at Mike's house when you caught James kissing me?" She inched closer, and I instinctively took a step back, my stomach doing somersaults and my face turning beet red when I realized she'd noticed how upset I got. Sure, I was a bit inebriated and stoned that day, but I genuinely believed Pat hadn't seen how messed up I felt seeing her with James. "If you and James weren't a thing, why did Dave kick you to the curb after I told him about you two?”

My whole world felt like it hit pause when she dropped that bomb. How could she have told Dave about James and me? Flashbacks of that day zipped through my brain like lightning; I didn't clue Dave in on my trip to snag my jacket from Mike's place, not because I was hiding stuff from him, but because I knew he wasn’t comfortable with anything related to Metallica, and I figured it'd be a quick in-and-out mission – grab the jacket and jet.

Yet somehow, for some wild reason, he’d tailed me. For months, I'd been scratching my head, wondering how Dave had known I'd be at Mike's place, how he was dead sure James and would be together behind his back, but that explanation couldn't be real. It just didn't make sense.

“You did... what?” I murmured, my voice shaky as my stomach did somersaults. The cigarette I had in my hand slipped through my fingers, thudding on the floor as my hands started to shake like crazy. “Pat, what the fuck did you do?”

“I told him everything, ” she smirked, clearly pleased with how her words threw me off, messing with my breathing in a cocktail of anger and despair. “James kept swearing you two weren't a thing, but I wasn't buying it. Did you really think I didn't notice the way he looked at you? Like, did you honestly believe I'd let you wreck everything? I figured if Dave knew, you'd have a fight, and he'd talk you out of hanging with James. I just didn't expect him to actually catch you two in the act and call it quits with you,” she came closer, giving me a little shove, and I balled my hands into fists. “But just when I figured you'd quit bugging me and James, they invited you on that damn tour. And guess what? I was right. You were together after all, weren’t you? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there.”

“You're a fucking bitch, ” I snapped, shaking with fury and barely holding back from taking a swing at her on the spot. “You really think this is cool? Spreading a load of bullshit about us? You don’t know shit about me and James. I’m lucky I showed up here and found out about all this, 'cause now he's for sure never gonna want to see you again.”

She took a step back, a glint of hurt flickering in her eyes for a split second before it got replaced by coldness, a mocking grin playing on her lips.

"What's that saying again? An eye for an eye?" she said, tilting her head back slightly and giving me a narrowed-eye look. "Dave won't want anything to do with you either, Nore. Not after his ex-best friend and his girlfriend double-crossed him like this. Do you think I give a damn if it's true or not? You snagged the guy I like, so I snagged the guy you love."

I took another step back. How could she just say that so casually, like it was no big deal? Like wrecking my relationship with Dave didn't matter, like hurting him and breaking both our hearts meant nothing? I felt my heart squeeze, my breath hitching as I grasped the full impact of it all; how Dave must've believed I’d genuinely stabbed him in the back, how bumping into James at Mike's place, alone with me, would have only fueled his suspicions.

And what was Pat blabbing about again? You should've seen Dave's face when I got back from Europe and told him all about what went down back there. What twisted version of the truth had Pat fed him before I had a chance to spill my own guts, to lay out my feelings, to let him know how much I've been hurting without him, how much I've been missing him? Did he really think I'd been cozying up with James since our split, not giving a damn about how he felt? Did he genuinely believe I'd ditch him like that?

I couldn't stick around there for one more second. I had to track down Dave immediately. I needed to tell him the truth, no twists, no fibs, no chitchat. I needed him to understand that I loved him. That yeah, I had feelings for James too, but I loved him ; that I had loved him first, that we could patch things up if we gave it a shot. That I needed him. That I didn't want to live without him.

I spun around without a backward glance, hustling to my motorcycle and firing it up. I zoomed through the streets of Los Angeles, maybe pushing the speed limit a bit until I hit the low-rise building where Dave and I used to live. I barged into the building like a tornado, sprinting up the stairs until I hit our old apartment’s floor. I halted in front of the door, my heart pounding, my face all flushed, the desperation in my heart shoving aside any jitters about facing Dave again. All I craved was for him to swing that door open, and I'd throw myself into his arms, cup his face in my hands and kiss him, let him take me to bed, and everything would sort itself out because I loved him. I fucking loved him.

But that dream didn't pan out; when I knocked on the door, I noticed it was already unlocked, exposing a totally vacant apartment. I barged in, frantic, scouring every room as if he might still be there, but he wasn't. He just wasn't there, and the realization hit me like a tidal wave, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. He wasn't there, and I had no clue how to find him.

I had lost him.

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✦ a/n: decided to put this note at the end so you guys wouldn't get spoilers for this part. I'm sorry for the heartbreaking twist (again) lol I promised Dave would be back and he will, but it'll take just a bit longer! Also, the epilogue is getting a little bigger than I expected, because I don't want to leave any plot points unanswered or rushed, so I will split it into a few parts (it won't be too many! it's all for the sake of the story and so we can get more Dave and James moments with Nore I promise lol)

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archiveoftara · 9 months

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Fictional

Inspired from the song fictional by Khloe Rose. My mate @hufflepuff1619 suggested this amazing song and came up with the beautiful idea for this fic.

I hope you like it!!

Summary: Reader has gone through multiple heartbreaks and finds comfort in fictional characters (cuz same!) but this time her crush doesn't crush her feelings...you know what? Just read the fic. Bye

"Please, I can explain."

"What's there left to explain?"

"It's not what it looks like-"

"Please" I held my hand. "It's over. Thanks for showing me the truth."

I left the flat, eyes filled with hot tears. I can't believe he cheated on me with my best friend. I feel extremely disgusted and betrayed, without realising I found myself sitting inside a random train to London.

All I wish was to get out of this place, to escape the memories, The pain.

All my life, I've been the second option or the third wheel. Whenever I think I can give love a chance it just ends with a slap on the tits.

I will never go back.

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It's been almost a year since I've moved to London. I work at a small bookstore. It's peaceful. My job is to stack up the books and take care of the back office.

It may sound boring but I find it fun. I get to read amazing books. Getting lost in a world where I am loved back.

It's a bright morning, still early for business. I just flipped the sign to "open" and went on with my business of cleaning up the shelves, when I heard a jingle of the door opening.

"Welcome to Lavender bookstore. How can I hel-"

My gaze got stuck on a set of warm brown eyes, he's got long eyelashes. His eyes sparkled under the sunlight. It felt so foreign.

"I..I.. How can I help you, sir?" The last bit came out in a high pitch.

"I'm looking for these books." Handing me the list.

"I have to check. Give me a moment, sir."

"Lockwood's fine."

Lockwood sounds great. Hot infact. He's gorgeous. Don't fall for him, don't fall for him. Be careful love He might be your next heartbreak.

I came back with the books and made the bill. "That will be twelve pounds, Lockwood."

"Here you go. Thank you, ms?" He asked.

"Y/n y/l/n." I beamed.

"Nice to meet you y/n. I'm Anthony Lockwood from Lockwood and Co. I'll see you around." He handed me his card and left the store.

Guess I got a new crush.

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This is the third time I run into Lockwood. Is it a mere coincidence or is this fate?

Better not get my hopes high as per my record I have bad luck in love.

I Remember the time when I had a crush on this guy back in highschool, the one I mustered up the courage to confess but he made fun of me in front of the whole school.

I also remember that time when a guy in University, I fancied so much, came with a bouquet in our dorm, I thought it was for me and he's gonna ask me out but he turned to ask my roommate instead.

"Um..y/n, are you okay?" Lockwood's voice echoed into my head.

"Sorry. What were you saying?"

"So when did you come to London?" He said while looking at me intently.

"A year ago. So what's your talent?" I changed the subject.

"Sight's my thing. How about you?"

"I don't have one. You're lucky." I pout.

"Not really but the risk is worth taking." He looked deeply in my eyes, I think my heart skipped a beat.

Shit

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It's the weekend, me and Lockwood planned to hangout (it's strictly not a date) in Hyde park. As we both came to know we got things in common so he thought to have a nice (friendly) chat under the sunny sky. I dressed up in a floral summer dress and made my way to the park.

I think I have a friend now. When I reached the park I saw families who were playing with their children, couples under the trees , friends having a lovely picnic. I looked at my watch, we still got time. I pulled up a book and started reading where I left off.

It's been two hours, the sun was setting down, people slowly began to leave the park. I finished my book long time ago but Lockwood didn't show up.

I hope he's okay.

With a heavy heart, I made my way to my flat. My flat was near my workplace, I was absent mindedly walking when my eyes fell on the store. A familiar man in white shirt and black hair was sitting across a really pretty girl.

I hear something shatter.

Oh, it's my heart. How stupid of me to think that a guy like him will ever like me back?

I see Lockwood smiling at the girl. The girl lightly hit his arms and laughed. Before his eyes met mine, I ran away.

Well, I guess the third time's not a charm

Nursing a three times broken heart~~

It's been almost couple of months since I last saw Lockwood with that girl. I kept my distance with him. Whenever he dropped by the store I would hide in the back office or if he catches me off guard I would finish the conversation in one word.

I tried my best to avoid him but fate had other plans.

"Y/n?"

I was on my way home when I heard someone calling my name.

"Hi..?" I whispered.

"I wanted to apologise for that day. When I showed up at the park you already left, I had this important case-" Lockwood rambled.

"It's ok. I got it." I turned around.

"Wait. Y/n please talk to me."

"What's there to talk about?" Trying my best not to cry.

"Please tell me what happened? I tried to talk to you but you're avoiding me. Atleast, tell me what did I do wrong? I'll fix it."

"YOU CAN'T FIX IT." I felt stream of tears running down my face. "It's.. I saw you that day, in the bookstore, with that girl. Laughing and talking and I'm so. I feel like a loser Lockwood."

"Y/n listen-"

"What's there to listen? I saw it with my own eyes. You know I came to London because my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I wanted to start fresh. Forget the pain. I was doing just fine till you walked through that door with your beautiful eyes and eye blinding smile. There I was falling yet again just to break."

"I am such a fool."

"y/n"

"I forgot I'm not build for love, no matter how much I try because someone has to come and stomp on my heart just for fun.

"Y/n listen"

"No you Listen to me Lockwood, I'm not gonna get hurt this time. Yes I did fell for you and yes it is unrequited but I don't care long as I have my books with me-"

I felt a pair of soft lips against mine. My eyes widened for a second before kissing him back. I melted under his arms. He pulled me closer, I felt everything going blank inside my head.

"Sorry..I couldn't find any other way to shut you up" he gasped for air.

"Does..does this mean?" I asked.

"I love you idiot. I really really do. From the moment I first met you." He blushed. "And that girl, her name is Lucy. She's my new associate, we were working on a case when you saw us in the bookstore. I was pulling her leg, She was talking about her new crush. Y/n, she's a sister to me."

"Oh…shit."

"I'm sorry, Lockwood."

"It's ok you can make up for it with another kiss." He smirked. I playfully hit his arm in response.

"Will you do the honour to be my girlfriend?" He held my hand.

"I will."

*Bonus*

It's so crazy we run into each other so much, do you think it's fate?"

I blushed in response.

"Now dear, you'll turn into a tomato if you don't stop blushing."

"Shut up Lockwood."

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milaisreading · 1 year

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PART 2

Couples:

Yandere!MSBY 4 x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Side couple:

Komori Motoya x Kageyama Twin!Reader

Warnings: Cheating, non-con(not too much), obsessive and possessive behavior, general yandere tendencies. This is my first time writing explicit content like this, sorry if it's boring:/

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Part 1:

"So how have you been? Everything going ok with Komori-san?" Tobio's voice sounded through (Y/n)'s apartment as she cooked her dinner.

"Yeah! Everything has been great with us, tho the distance is really killing me, but we phone each other every day." (Y/n) answered back, waiting for Tobio to speak up again.

"Well, you did pick pretty far away cities, Shizuoka and Osaka I mean. But as long as you find time to call each other, it should be fine." (Y/n) smiled bitterly, nodding her head Kageyama's words

"Yeah, but enough about my love life, what about you? With how many fangirls and those fansites you have, you must have someone in mind." She teased, already imagining her brother blushing at her words.

"You know I am not interested in that, at least not now. Volleyball is more fun."

"You should honestly think of marrying it at this point." (Y/n) joked, not surprised by his answer.

"Shut it! But anyways, I need to go now. You will be off to Shizuoka this weekend?" Tobio wondered as (Y/n) went to pick up her phone and turn off the speaker.

"Well I was planning to, but Motoya told me he will come. Something about getting away from Shizuoka and all." The med student answered, recalling the conversation she had with the pro athlete a few days a

"Well at least you won't have to travel after the exam then. By the way, did Hinata text you at all in the past 2 weeks? Since the game with Komori-san's team, it's been radio silent from him."

"Hmm? Now that you mention it, I didn't hear anything from him either. Could that loss bumped him out so much?"

"Who knows. He can be off at times, but I am sure he will come around. Anyways, I got to go now. Hoshiumi-san wanted to take Hirugami-san and I out for a drink."

"Have fun! Give them greetings from me!"

With that, they ended the call and (Y/n) went back to making her noodles so that she can return back to studying as soon as possible. Groaning, the med student went through her phone, trying to find the last few notes she needed to revise.

"Just this one more exam and then I will have some time for myself..."

She yawned, looking at the clock on her wall, groaning.

"I will barely catch any sleep these days..." (Y/n) groaned as she put the phone away and went to eat her dinner, her mind going from her exam to the orange haired volleyball player.

'He really has been acting off... ever since graduation to be honest...'

She thought in worry.

With Hinata...

The man tossed and turned in his bed. He was supposed to go to sleep hours ago, but he just couldn't. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of (Y/n) and Komori flooded his mind, and he just ends up angry.

"Stupid Komori...is it his height that makes him attractive? His looks are average at best.. or his money? If (Y/n) was in need of financial support, she could have called me-"

Hinata's rambling was cut off by his phone ringing, so he quickly went to answer it.

"Sakusa? Why are you up so late?" The orange haired man wondered.

"I was talking with my aunt over some family meet up later this month, and she let the information about Motoya visiting Osaka slip out... do you know where I am going?"

Sakusa said sternly, clear annoyance lacing his voice as he mentioned his cousin.

"Do...do you think it's the right time?" Hinata wondering, his eyes going wide as he remembered the plan.

"Another time we won't have. We need to break them up... Aunt told me that he plans on proposing to (Y/n) soon."

Hinata's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

"Ok...did you think of a plan to break them up?"

"Yeah, I will handle that."

"Good, I can't wait till that pest is gone."

"You and I both."

Sakusa sighed from the other side.

With Atsumu...

Atsumu groaned as he kept on stroking his cock as he went through the pictures he saved of (Y/n). The pictures were nothing special, just some from the beach he found on her Ig, but those were enough to rile him up. The image of the young woman underneath him, panting, crying and begging for release kept playing inside his head.

'(Y/n)... please...'

Groaning, the faux blonde as he came all over his hand. Panting, he got up from his bed and went to clean himself up. Once he was done he went back to his bedroom, sighing sadly as the images he had were just pure fantasies, the kind he wanted to be true.

Huffing, he sat down on his bed and scrolled through (Y/n)'s social media, smiling when he saw a new story was posted.

But, that smile faded away as soon as he saw that it was a picture of her books and a cup of coffee.

'Why is she up so late? It's nearly 1 in the morning. Shouldn't that useless boyfriend of hers make sure she is sleeping?!'

"Stupid! I knew that guy was no good! Why did she pick this prick of all?"

Atsumu's stare hardened as he thought of the brown haired libero. Back when he met Komori at the training camp, he thought of him as a possible friend. But now...now that he was with the girl of his dreams, there was no way for him to have that position.

"I wanted to so desperately see him cry that night. Show him and (Y/n) who the better one is...better player and better boyfriend, but..." Atsumu sighed as he rubbed his face, feeling like crying.

"But the whole time (Y/n) kept distracting me. That smile and her cheers, wonder how it would feel like to have her cheer on me, wear my jersey-"

Atsumu stopped his monolog as a message popped up. Quickly opening it, he saw that it was Bokuto.

'Komori is coming to Osaka tomorrow. We need to break them up this weekend. Sakusa said he is planning to propose.'

The message set an already frustrated Atsumu on fire. There was no way he will let that Komori put a ring on her pretty little finger.

"Besides, he can't afford what (Y/n) really deserves, unlike the rest of us. And Komori (Y/n) just sounds wrong."

The next day...

"I honestly don't know if I will pass this one, but the most important part is that it's over!" (Y/n) cheered as she walked out of the building.

"I am sure you will pass. When will the results be?" Miwa asked from the other side of the phone.

"In like...5 days or so. Unless the professor starts grading them today."

The med student yawned, already dreaming of her soft bed.

"Sleepy? Are you off home?" Miwa asked, worried for the youngest sibling.

"Yeah. Motoya will arrive in Osaka later tonight, so that gives me some time to rest."

"Alright. I have to go now since a client arrived. Have fun you two, but not too much~" The older woman teased, causing (Y/n) to blush a little as she said her goodbyes.

'She can be too much at times.' (Y/n) groaned. All of a sudden, the young woman felt someone grab ther shoulder, causing her to jump away and turn around.

"Easy there (Y/n), it's just us!" Sighing in relief, (Y/n) noticed the familiar golden and black eye.

"Bokuto-san, Sakusa-san, what a surprise! What are you two doing here?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as the two athletes took off their masks.

"We were just walking by after practice! Do you live here somewhere?" Sakusa asked flatly, already knowing all the information.

"Oh no, my university is in this location tho! How are you two? Has practice been going well?" (Y/n) asked while smiling, causing Bokuto to blush a little, meanwhile Sakusa hid his by putting his mask back on.

'Adorable...my (Y/n) is so adorable.' The black haired thought as Bokuto spoke up.

"It's been great. Today we were let go a little sooner than usually. The coach and captain were a little easier today, after all the hard training before."

"Yeah, they got a lot stricter after our match with Komori's team." Sakusa explained, getting more annoyed at his cousin than he already was. (Y/n) blinked for a moment, and then remembered what he was talking about.

"Sorry to hear that you two, but you guys were still amazing. I guess it depends on the luck you have that day." She answered back, trying to lighten up their moods. Which seemed to work, as Bokuto stopped pouting, sending her a grin soon after. Sakusa seemed to lose his annoyed demeanor, but his eyes stayed as passive as possible, so she wasn't sure about him.

"Really?! Did you see that service ace I delivered at the beginning?! Worked on it for a while." Bokuto boasted.

"Yeah! That was pretty cool! I am happy that you hard work paid off. Hope the next time you performed it, it will be the winning points."

Bokuto grinned at the praise and continued talking to the younger. Sakusa clenched his fists are the sight, envying how easy the conversation between the two was. How familiar they are to each other. It's not like Sakusa didn't talk to her before, she visited his place often with Komori, but he always had a hard time talking to her.

"Hey uhmm... the two of us, Atsumu and Hinata are free tonight, want to go out for dinner?"

The black haired boy's question surprised not only (Y/n), but Bokuto as well.

"Well that sounds nice Sakusa-san, but Motoya will come over tonight, so I really can't. And I don't think it's that much of a smart idea, I don't want to piss some of your fangirls off."

(Y/n) shuddered, remembering how some of the girls from her class came into her, after pictures of her and Atsumu talking surfaced on social media.

Sakusa and Bokuto ignored the part with Motoya, as they were more concerned over the 2nd part.

"Say...none of the fans caused you any trouble?"

"Ahh...all I can really say is that Atsumu-san's fans love him a little too much." Was all she said, which made alarm bells go off in both of them.

"But nothing to worry about! I already handled it! Anyways, I need to go now, gotta rest a little till Motoya arrives! Bye!" (Y/n) said, walking off quickly, trying to avoid any form of questioning from either of the two.

"What are you doing?" Bokuto wondered, his gaze switching from (Y/n) retreating form to Sakusa's, who was dialing a number on his phone.

"I will call my dear cousin over for a drink... the plan is going in action tonight."

"Alright! Let me go and call Hinata then." The Fukurodani alumni grinned, excited about tonight.

"You are meeting up with Sakusa-san? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" (Y/n) asked the brown haired libero over the phone.

"Sorry, it came out of the blue, I will try not to stay for too long with him... you are not mad?" Komori asked from the other side, gulping as he thought of her reaction.

"Why would I be mad, Sakusa-san is your family after all. Just, tell me sooner next time." She asked softly. There was really no reason for her to be annoyed, aside from him not informing her sooner.

"Sorry, I really am. But I have something for you, which might make it up for my mistake." Komori said sheepishly, causing (Y/n) to grow curious.

"What would that be?"

"You'll see! But I need to hang up now, sorry."

"Ok, have a safe trip! And have fun."

Turning off her phone, (Y/n) sighed and went to her living room, opting to watch a movie or two till Komori arrives.

A few hours had passed and (Y/n) was beginning to get nervous, not only was Komori supposed to arrive at her place an hour ago, but he also wasn't answering his phone.

"Should I call Motoya again? I have been calling him for the past 20 minutes and nothing... Maybe Sakusa-san will answer me." (Y/n) muttered nervously as she dialed the athlete's number.

She didn't have to wait for too long, as he answered his phone quickly.

"Hello? (Y/n)?"

"Sakusa-san! Thank God you answered, is Motoya with you? Why isn't he answering his phone?"

'I probably come off as controlling, but fuck it!' She gulped, waiting for an answer from the man.

"Motoya? Why would he be with me? I am out with Hinata."

(Y/n)'s heart dropped at those words.

'There... But why would he say?'

"Hello? (Y/n), you still on your phone?" Sakusa's voice interrupted her thoughts and she quickly answered him.

"Uhmm...I... Motoya isn't with you 100%? He said you two would meet up for a drink."

"No, we never agreed to that. I have practice tomorrow, so that's out of question-"

"I need to go. Bye, sorry for interrupting you two." (Y/n) didn't let Sakusa finish as she hung up and went to call Komori again, her heart racing and alarm bells ringing.

"Come on...answer please....Motoya..." She desperately begged, thinking of the worst possible scenario.

'He wouldn't... Motoya wouldn't cheat. There is no way, but why else would he lie?'

"Why aren't you answering?!" (Y/n) screamed as she threw her phone on the couch, tears escaping her eyes.

"Please...let this be all a prank, I swear I won't be mad. Please-"

A notification popped up on her phone, and (Y/n) quickly ran to her phone, thinking this might be Komori. Unlocking her phone, (Y/n) read the name of a private Ig account, which sent her a few pictures. With a heavy heart, she opened the message, only, to her horror find pictures of Komori sleeping next to a unfamiliar girl. The sight of the woman smiling next to a seemingly naked Komori made her heart break and she quickly turned of her phone.

Shaking and sobbing, she plopped on the couch and started crying harder, the pathetic feelings of sadness and betrayal taking over her body.

"Motoya...why?"

"Should we go now?" Hinata asked as Sakusa finished his call with Atsumu.

"Yeah, the woman sent those photos to (Y/n) and already left. With how much Motoya drank, it will be a wonder if he remembers anything." Hinata nodded his head as they walked of to Sakusa's car.

"All the better for us, (Y/n) will just think that he is lying and trying to pretend nothing happened."

Sakusa silently nodded his head, grinning like a madman that this years old nightmare is coming to an end.

'Finally she will be mine...tonight is the night.' The black haired man hummed as him and Hinata walked off to the meeting spot.

A few hours passed by and (Y/n) was sound asleep in her bed, all the crying drained her, and she just wanted to shut off everyone. So much so that she didn't even answer her brother or sister's calls. The silent apartment was soon disrupted by the sound of the entrance door being opened, and two figures walked inside.

"Shouldn't we wait for Hinata and Atsumu?" Bokuto whispered as Sakusa nodded his head.

"I really could care less where those two idiots are right now. Besides, we should go and prepre our little princess." The Itachiyama alumni muttered as he walked to (Y/n)'s bedroom, his whole body shaking in excitement along with Bokuto's.

"Finally, I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa slowly opened the bedroom door. Breath hitching up, Bokuto walked inside and up to (Y/n)'s bed. The man gulped as he looked at her sleeping face, her puffy, red cheeks and pout causing his cock to harden.

Groaning, Sakusa slowly removed her covers, enjoying the sight of her vulnerable figure. Bokuto let out a a sigh as he sat on the bed and caressed (Y/n)'s hair.

"I can't wait for those two." Sakusa finally said as he hovered over the woman, and slowly grabbed onto her pajama pants, pulling them down.

"Finally." Bokuto grinned as Sakusa pulled off her pants, licking his lips when he saw her panties. Quickly unbottoning her pajama shirt, he was more than pleased to see her bare boobs.

"Naughty girl~" Bokuto giggled as Sakusa started kissing up (Y/n)'s leg, her soft skin turning him more and more on.

'And that bastard Motoya kept all of this to himself?! And with how he is, he probably didn't please her to the fullest.'

Bokuto was meanwhile kneading (Y/n)'s nipples, watching in pleasure as the woman started groaning and moaning, her eyes slowly opening, looking at her surrounding in confusion.

"Looks like my little slut is finally up? Look Omi!"

"Wh-what th?!-" (Y/n) shrieked as she realized what was going on, desperately trying to wiggle her body out of this. But all of this was to no avail as their grips on her body tightened.

"Shh baby, we will take great care of you. Just be compliant."

"Get off of me! What the hell?!" (Y/n) glared up at Bokuto as she tried to push him off. This pissed the white/black haired man off, causing him to grab her arms and pin them down, sending the woman a warning growl.

"Don't make it so unnecessarily hard, baby. We know you want this, you are all wet just from our touch." Sakusa cooed as he inserted a finger inside, enjoying the surprised expression and her attempts to hide her moan.

"Don't hold back baby, I want to hear all of the noises." The black haired man laughed, insisting a 2nd and 3rd finger shortly after.

"Stopp~" (Y/n) moaned out as Bokuto played with one of her nipples and sucked the other, moaning at how soft she felt.

"Good girl, just lay back and enjoy it." Sakusa smirked as he pumped his fingers faster and faster, enjoying how hee moans were getting louder and louder.

"You smell so nice... I have been waiting for so long. We all have." Bokuto muttered in between of kissing her neck, leaving a bite mark or two in the process.

"Wha-what are you t-talking about~" (Y/n) panted as she felt her climax approach her.

"We all have had our eyes set on you since high school, and it really enraged me...us to see you with my cousin of all people. But you will soon learn not to mess with us, baby~" Sakusa chuckled as the younger came onto his finger, enjoying the moan she let out.

"So sensitive... Atsumu and Hinata will sure enjoy this." Bokuto teased as he wiped her tears away, kissing her cheek right after.

"Please...please don't go any further... Sakusa, Motoya will be-"

(Y/n) flinched as both men glared and let out low growls.

"Still thinking of that pest? While two of the most sought after athletes in the country are about to give you the night of your life?" Sakusa said as her got up, signaling to Bokuto to change positions. (Y/n) was about to use the moment her hands were free to get up, but Sakusa stopped her.

"You are not going anywhere. The fun is just starting." Sakusa said as (Y/n) watched in horror as Bokuto started taking off his pants. Then suddenly, the younger heard her bedroom door open, and a familiar voice fill up the room.

"Hey! Why didn't ya wait for us?!" Atsumu growled as Hinata whined at the betrayal. The black haired man rolled his eyes along with Bokuto.

"Next time don't take so long. Now wait till Omi and I are finished."

"Not fair! I know (Y/n) longer than any of you, I should do it first!"

"Deal with it, Hinata." Sakusa said, looking down at (Y/n)'s teary eyes, the sight causing him to grow harder than he already was.

The next day, (Y/n) woke up feeling sick and body aching from all the bruises and bite marks the 4 left on her body. But besides that, a weird form of relief washed over her body as she noted that neither of the men were with her. Perhaps, she thought, they left or something. But, just as she started hoping that, her door opened and revealed Hinata's smiling figure. (Y/n) cringed at how normal he was acting, as if he and his friends didn't force themselves on her last night.

"You are awake! Just in time too, Omi made us breakfast." Hinata said cheerfully as he approached her bed, causing the woman to flinch away as he touched her shoulder.

"Huh? Was I that rough with my marking last night? Sorry baby, I will be gentler next time." (Y/n) looked at the grinning man in horror as he said that.

"N-next time?"

"Of course, did you think this was a one time thing?" Gulping, she felt Hinata grab the back of her head and rest his forehead against hers.

"We all are in love with you for years, and if you thought we would leave after we got a taste of how sweet you are...you are dead wrong." Hinata said, the crazy and lovesick look in his eyes made her realize in just how much trouble she was in.

"Besides...of you don't want Komori's career to end in a cheating scandal, you will play the role of the obedient little kitten." Atsumu said from the doorway. (Y/n) moved to look at him in shock as Hinata started kissing her neck, moaning at the pleasant smell.

"How do you-"

"How do we know? Easy, we set him up. You should have seen how much we had to make him drink to convince him that woman was you." Her eyes widened as Atsumu chuckled and walked up to her bed, patting her head and kissing the top of it.

"Remember, your body and soul belong to us from now on, so better not look at any other man, or else these pictures of Komori are going into the public."

(Y/n) felt tears start rolling down her cheeks as Atsumu showed her those again. She knew there was no way out, if only she knew sooner how crazy these 4 were...maybe she would have been more careful. Maybe she would have stayed in Tokyo or even in Miyagi to study,but with the way they were, (Y/n) doubted this distance would have prevented any of this. Atsumu chuckled at the hopeless look the younger had on her face and leaned in to lick some of the tears away.

'Finally I have you hopeless and desperate, just like I always wanted it.'

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sxtaep · 2 years

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ONE LAST TIME - KTH

↬ after being left alone for a month by your supposed ‘boyfriend,’ you give up on waiting around for him. desperate for an output, you hit up a random guy from the club, completely unaware that your ‘boyfriend’ was making a return.

pairing — taehyung x female reader

genre — angst, smut

word count —

warnings/tags — *please take into consideration that this may make some people uncomfortable and perceive this piece in a negative light, though this is not my intention. please do not read if you are uncomfortable* breakup!au, cheating!au, dom!tae, sub!reader, swearing, reader cheats, explicit smut, choking, manhandling-ish, grinding, dirty talk, degradation, crying, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), penetrative sex, angry fucking, IT’S ALL CONSENSUAL!

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a/n: reposting with the relevant warnings, hope you guys enjoy

“You have no fucking right to be crying! I’m the one that got cheated on!”

Taehyung’s outburst only made your tears fall more. Why were you crying? You took it upon yourself to cheat.

At the time, you had every right to believe you’d broken up. Taehyung started distancing himself a lot more, less frequent calls and texts were being exchanged and one day he just.. disappeared for at least a month without saying a word.

But the words ‘Let’s break up,’ and ‘I don’t love you anymore,’ were never said, so who’s to say that you both split up?

The lack of intimacy and romance in your life was a dry spell after Taehyung ‘left’. You saw no harm in going to a party to try and find an output for your needs. It wasn’t like your so-called boyfriend would suddenly turn up at your apartment to talk.

Except he did turn up.

He turned up an hour after you’d done the deed with this stranger, and when Taehyung spotted you in bed with him, he was enraged.

You couldn’t stop him from dragging the stranger out of the apartment, throwing a couple punches here and there and for a minute, you thought you were next.

But Taehyung could never hurt you.

Not like that at least.

He had far too much love for you to hurt you in any way, but he was hurting a lot. Seeing your girlfriend in bed with a complete nobody was a sight no person should ever have to witness.

He had to do something. He wanted to hurt you. Simply screaming in your face wouldn’t cut it for him.

Taehyung comes storming back into your room, slamming the door shut behind him as he approached your naked form hidden under the covers. “So you thought letting another guy stick his dick inside of you would solve all your problems?”

The absolute audacity he had to bring in your problems when he ghosted you for a whole month.

“My problems?! What, did you think running away for a whole month would solve all of yours?! How dare you!”

Taehyung disappeared for no reason. He just felt like he needed some time to myself and that was all, and he knew it was his fault for not telling you, but just the words, ‘I need to be alone,’ could rock up a whole other meaning in your head.

He had no intention to break up with you.

“It solved all my fucking problems! But coming back here, it seems like you were the problem!”

Your heart feels heavy and you hate how easily you could tear up, showcasing your vulnerability.

“Get out,” your voice breaks, clutching your sheets towards your chests Exuding weakness was not a good look on you, but for some reason, hurting you with his words was somewhat satisfactory for his anger.

Taehyung was asking himself, ‘who’s feelings should come first?’

Yours, or his own?

He was tired of being nice all the time, tired of showing you nothing but utmost love and support, and you chose to cheat on him after experiencing just one ounce of loneliness?

The man scoffs, “This is my apartment, my name is on the lease.”

Right, you moved into his apartment.

“Fine. I’ll fucking leave,” you grit, climbing out of bed and keeping the covers as close to you as possible as you grabbed your clothes from earlier that night, huffing and puffing and walking towards the bedroom door.

Tensions were at an all time high and you wanted nothing more than to get out of that bedroom and away from his presence. Inconveniently, Taehyung was standing in the way of the door and it looked like he had no intention to budge.

You stay silent, waiting to see if he’d move, but after waiting a good ten seconds, he was still stuck in that same position, so you took it upon yourself to budge past him, bumping shoulders (with as much force as you could muster) and that seemed to tip him off in the wrong way.

Before you could even blink, Taehyung was seizing at your wrist, his free hand wrapping around your throat and shoving you up against the wooden door, catching you by surprise and you hadn’t noticed the covers fall loose around your body.

His eyes were peering down at you, his chest tinging at the sight of you struggling in his hold and he didn’t plan on letting go. The incessant smell of the other man’s cologne was still exuding from your body and wafting right under his nose, and he hated it.

“Let go of me,” you manage to say, setting your palm on top of his hand and tugging at him to let go, but he was far more stronger than you and his grip only seemed to tighten.

Taehyung leans in closer and closer, so close you could see the veins in his neck pulsating and he scoffs, “So you’re not gonna bother to apologise before you leave?” he questions, his eyes briefly trailing down to your clavicles, taking notice of the God-awful marks that stranger left on you, and you could’ve sworn you felt his fingernails dig into your skin a little harder, making you wince.

“Fuck you, I’m not apologising for shit!” You’re pulling yourself off the door, struggling to escape the confines of his body, but he quickly wedges his knee between your legs, the rough material of his pants making contact with your bare cunt, still sensitive from prior use.

The reaction you let out was one Taehyung wasn’t expecting. In fact, he had no desire to phase you in that way, but when he spotted your eyes lull back the slightest and felt you gulp against his palm, he was suddenly rethinking his intentions.

“Wow, you really can’t get enough, can you?” Now he’s shoving his knee harder against you, keeping your poor cunt firm above his knee, ensuring you had no options to try and escape.

You felt so.. defenceless right now. He was barely touching you and you were already crumbling.

“Was he good? Did he manage to fill the void of loneliness you were feeling?”

You hadn’t received any sort of intimate treatment from him in almost a month, and you hated the fact that the stranger you slept with was nothing compared to Taehyung.

“Of course he didn’t, he was only there to fill your desperate hole,” he taunts, releasing your throat and turning you around, front first against the door and tits pressed up against the hardwood.

Taehyung leans in towards your ear, his lips briefly brushing over the side of your neck, “Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you one last time before you’re out of here..” he inhales sharply, the unfamiliar scent of men’s cologne driving him up the wall.

You wanted to stand your ground; tell him that you wanted nothing more to do with him and simply walk out of the apartment, but deep down you both knew you’d never say no to a good fuck.

Especially from him.

“One last time…” you whimper, pushing your ass further against him as he blatantly watched you rule him up, and it was working. The blood was rushing to his cock within seconds and he wasted no time in yanking off his pants.

A part of him wanted to savour this moment and take his time with you, but the other just wanted to relieve himself of his anger before he kicked you out.

Which one was it gonna be?

Taehyung was stepping all over the covers that had pooled around your ankles, using his knee to shove your legs apart as he held his cock heavy in his hand, guiding his throbbing red tip between your legs and hissing the moment your warmth made contact with him.

“Fucking whore,” he spits, slipping inside you with ease because let’s be honest, it wouldn’t be hard to fuck someone who’d already been fucked once before.

His thrusts were slick and fast, a lot different than the guy before, but it felt right. What were you even thinking, sleeping with another man? Every ounce of anger, every ounce of hurt could be felt with each of his thrusts, but you loved it.

You loved him.

“One last fuck won’t solve all your problems, Y/N,” he seethes, gripping tightly at your hips to keep you from fidgeting as he submerged himself deeper, completely bottoming out when he felt he couldn’t go any further.

You were losing yourself; crying and whining against the door as he stretched you out, basking in the bitter pleasure.

“Stop fucking crying.”

You couldn’t help how sensitive you were, shuddering at any subtle touches he would leave against your swollen clit.

Taehyung’s hips would turn feral; visibly slamming into you with so much force, you were moaning from the top of your lungs, but he quickly threw his palm over your mouth, not in the mood to attract any unwanted attention from his neighbours.

“If I wanted to hear a cock hungry slut, I would’ve gone to the club. Stay quiet,” he shoves two fingers into your mouth, watching you salivate all over his digits as you cried.

The skin of your ass was outwardly red and you wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t sit right after this, but that was the least of your worries.

“Yes— keep pushing yourself against me,” he breathes out, feeling your walls grip around the base of his cock, almost unwilling to let go.

He was unwilling to let go.

“Fuck, I felt that.. Tell me, did he finish inside?”

You don’t respond, too busy getting the life fucked out of you to give him a definitive answer.

“I said..” Taehyung’s hands leave your hips, gently grabbing a fistful of your hair only to yank your head back against his shoulder, “…Did he finish inside of you?”

“No— God, no, never..” you choke out, tears streaming down your cheeks once again. Taehyung was filled with pride hearing your answer, letting go of your head to fall limp over his shoulder.

“Of course he didn’t, you were still thinking about me when you were with him, weren’t you?

Taehyung knew you too well, but he couldn’t go on. You were absolutely addictive, and it suddenly occurred to him that if he continued, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

He stills his movements, standing there with his chest pressed against your back, breathing heavily. Taehyung tipped his forehead forward to rest in the slope of your shoulder, taking a moment to himself.

“Huh?” Your tears were still spilling down your cheeks as you looked back at him, slightly confused at what he was up to.

“I can’t do this to you..” he whispers, placing an unsullied kiss to your shoulder and pulling away, his cock seamlessly slipping out of you and tucking himself back into his pants.

“Taehyung—”

“—Don’t… say anything.”

He takes a seat at the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly in a predicament.

“Y/N..” he calls out to you, looking up to see you picking up the covers from the floor and adjusting them around your body as necessary.

“Taehyung, you didn’t even give us a chance to talk this all out,” you try to reason with him, approaching him on the bed but he extends his arm out to stop you.

“I don’t think there’s a viable reason for anyone to cheat on their partner.”

It sounded like he was about to lecture you, but all you could think about was how this wasn’t entirely your fault.

“I admit, I shouldn’t have disappeared for so long, I should’ve said something, but I just… couldn’t.” That wasn’t a good enough reason for you, and this conversation looked like it wasn’t going anywhere useful, so you decided to stay quiet.

Taehyung extended his arm towards the bedroom door, turning away from you.

“Please, just leave while you still can.”

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fireofjudgement · 1 year

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New Territory (Part 2)

Previous chapter

Fandom: High&Low

Pairing: Murayama x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: f!reader, established relationship, friends to lovers, mentions of cheating, mentions of abusive relationships and domestic violence, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy trapping, Murayama has a breeding kink (yes, that's the reveal), kissing, mentions of sex but no smut in this chapter, a lot of fluff actually ( with some angst)

"Here you go!" You gladly accepted the hot beverage he offered you. You didn't even realize how cold you were until you entered the room. His apartment was nothing special, it looked exactly like you'd imagine a bachelor's apartment to look like. You could definitely scratch the wife and kids - no woman has ever stepped a foot into this place, of that you were sure. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need anything? I can get you a blanket or-"

"I'm fine. All I need is for you to be honest with me. I can handle the truth, whatever it is." You assured him, this time looking straight into his eyes. No more excuses, no more escaping. He had to tell you the truth.

"I..I don't even know where to start, to be honest.." he admitted. "It's so stupid, you'll probably just laugh at me and then leave."

"I won't, I promise. I just want to know."

Finally. Something inside him must have broken, because for the first time since you've met him, he finally opened up to you. For the next couple of hours you'd sit there, quietly listening to him talking about his past relationships, how horribly all of them ended and how scared he was about history repeating itself. He struggled to explain why exactly all of that happened, carefully picking each and every word, but after a while he admitted that it was because of his..unconventional sexual preferences. More specifically, his fantasies of purposefully getting a woman pregnant.

"So.. like a breeding kink?" You asked without flinching. You were surprised, to say the least, but also oddly relieved. He wasn't cheating on you, he didn't have a secret life, he wasn't a serial killer either. And he did love you, he loved you enough to be terrified of potentially losing or hurting you. You still weren't really sure what to think about his peculiar interests, but you knew one thing - you weren't going to leave him over something like this. You were shocked to learn how ashamed he was of something so harmless, so much so that he thought he'd have to hide it, or he'd lose you forever.

"Yeah..It was just a fantasy at first, roleplay, I guess. But when I met you, when I realized I'm in love with you..it suddenly became very real. I couldn't stop thinking about getting you pregnant with my child, then another one as soon as you've given birth.. When you mentioned being on the pill, my first thought was to swap it for something else without telling you..That's when I realized how far it all went and decided to ghost you, but I only did it to protect you.." he wasn't looking you in the eyes. He couldn't, but you knew how much pain he was in, you felt it. You were hurt too. Listening to him talk about his ex-girlfriends calling him a freak, a sexual deviant, even throwing a glass bottle at him at one point..He didn't deserve any of that.

"Protect me from what?"

"Myself."

You couldn't handle it anymore. Rising from your seat, you rushed to comfort him, your lips seeking out his.

"And why on earth would you do that when you're the only thing I need?"

His eyes widened in surprise. Your words clearly went against what he expected, but you didn't give him a chance to respond, closing the distance between you, desperate to feel the warmth of his body again. Words were the last thing you needed at that moment. You loved him, you missed him, and you needed him - now more than ever.

A couple hours later, you left his apartment with mixed feelings. On one hand you were ecstatic to have him back, to know the truth behind his disappearance and to finally have him trust you enough to let you touch him, be intimate for the first time since you've met. But on the other hand you were worried..your first time wasn't as exciting and romantic as you've expected and fantasized. It was clear that he was holding back, trying not to hurt you or weird you out, despite assuring him a thousand times that it's okay. That he's okay. Even though both of you finished, neither of you was really satisfied. You could tell how disappointed with himself Murayama was, and it hurt you.

After all was said and done, you've had a long, serious, and long overdue conversation. You admitted to him that you've never thought about children on your own but with him..if he would step up and support you and the baby, you could actually see the two of you starting a family of your own. And then there was the whole sexual aspect of it - you were especially curious about that. Murayama, however, didn't seem too convinced, fear still visible in his eyes.

He asked for you to give him some time to figure everything out, but he also promised that he would never ghost you again, leave without a word. He promised he'd prove to you that he's a good boyfriend and, potentially, a good father. He made it clear that, should you not want children or be into the same things as him, he'd never force or convince you to participate in them anyway. Your consent, wellbeing and happiness were his priorities, so much more important than his fantasies and kinks.

And so you decided to give him a last chance - no more lies, no more excuses. No more ghosting. And so for the next few weeks you slowly tried to rebuild your relationship, giving each other time and space, always being there for the other, always being honest about your doubts, worries and expectations. So far it was going good, you could with all confidence say that you trusted him, the fear of him abandoning you again slowly dissipating, though not completely gone yet. You were trying your best too, making sure he knew how much you loved and appreciated him for who he was, with all his flaws and quirks and kinks.

The only aspect of your relationship still remaining rather unsatisfactory was your sex life. Murayama's trauma from past relationships and the fear of losing you for the same exact reasons turned out to be a bigger problem than you'd originally thought. He insisted on having public dates, your first time remaining your only one up until that point. It annoyed you, admittedly, he was your boyfriend after all and you wanted him. All of him. You were growing tired of only eating at restaurants, only watching movies at the theater, only spending time with him in public. You felt more like his friend rather than his lover. But you endured it all, telling yourself to be patient. As soon as he realizes you won't leave him, no matter what, he'll come around, you were sure of that. You just didn't know that day would come sooner than expected.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning - perfect weather, your schedule free for the whole day, and Murayama right by your side. You wished you could just see him in his apartment instead of a park, but you tried to focus on the positives. There was a certain charm in having a little picnic together, enjoying the sun and each other's company. He even bought you flowers, something nobody else has ever done for you before. You appreciated small gestures like that. Needless to say, the date was going great.

Well, almost perfect. With how beautiful the weather was, it didn't surprise you that the park was full of people - happy couples walking hand in hand, families with children enjoying a day off, older people walking their dogs. Even though you knew these people did nothing wrong - most of them were probably just trying to enjoy their weekend after a long week of work or school, and they had the right to do so, at that moment you wished they'd all stay at home instead. The loud noise, children screaming and dogs barking mixed with the smells - some quite pleasant, others not so much - was definitely taking away from the quality time the two of you were hoping for, and needed so desperately.

You really tried to focus on Murayama, unwilling to let such a small inconvenience ruin your time together, but he knew you too well, immediately noticing that something was wrong. It didn't take long for him to figure out what it was either. It saddened him to see your disappointed, slightly annoyed expression, but he knew it was for the best. He hoped you understood it too. He also hoped you knew how much he appreciated you trying so hard, fighting for your relationship. Nobody has ever done so much for him, nobody has even tried to understand him before.

His emotions have started to take over, his brain full of thoughts about your future together, his heart full of love for you. He wanted to express himself, make sure you know how much he loves you, make sure you feel how much he loves you, but just as he was getting ready to say something, he felt something small but heavy fly right by his face, missing it by mere inches. Murayama was caught off guard, embarrassment hitting him at the realization that he wasn't, in fact, dying an agonizing death, but was simply the target of an impressive, albeit completely misdirected, ball throw. It was hard not to get embarrassed when you looked at him like that, barely able to contain laughter.

Not sure how to react when he was finally approached by the visibly terrified child - who was also the author of said throw - Murayama simply tried to play it off, congratulating them on their skills, and offering to teach them how to aim better next time. Better safe than sorry, right?

You could see the little kid's relief slowly growing into admiration when your boyfriend suddenly got up and joined their game for a short time. The whole scene was so unexpected, so spontaneous and out of character for him, but for some reason you couldn't help but feel touched by the way he interacted with the kids. The way he made them laugh uncontrollably, finally letting loose and laughing along with them. Seeing him like that changed something inside you - you desperately wanted for him to be like that every day from now on. You just had to figure out how to achieve that.

He must have noticed you staring because he soon said goodbye to all the kids and came back to your spot, still a little embarrassed but also visibly happy and in a playful mood. Encouraged by your questions, he started reminiscing about his own childhood, his friends and what they would get up to in their free time. You tried to listen, always eager to learn more about him, but you caught your thoughts wandering in an..interesting direction. You were hoping he wouldn't notice, or that, if he did, he wouldn't mind.

"So..are you going to tell me what you're thinking about? Am I just that boring?" He tried to act playful, but you could see the worry in his eyes. He, understandably, still wasn't sure how strong your relationship really was.

"No, of course not! I'm sorry, I just.."

"You just what?"

"I just saw you with these kids and..I think you'd make a great dad, that's all."

You weren't exactly sure why that thought even crossed your mind, or why you shared it with Murayama, but you quickly regretted it when your eyes met his, now completely dark. You couldn't figure out what he was thinking, the look on his face one like you've never seen before.

#next chapter is going to be fun #to say the least lmao #high and low #high&low #murayama yoshiki #murayama yoshiki x reader #high&low fanfic #high and low x reader #high&low the worst

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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nolan moyle angst??? it could be about anything rlly 😭❤️

Angst: “I would have never done this to you” w/ Nolan Moyle

*Sad ending*

Found Out Myself

Tonight Nolan and I decided to have a lazy night. It was a snowy Monday night in Michigan and I was away for the weekend so we decided to cuddle on the couch watching movies at his house with Grano and Jay. Nolan falls asleep halfway throughout the movie and his phone starts buzzing. He gets text after text before his phone starts ringing. I look up to see if this is waking him up at all. It’s not.

“Jeez, when did he get so popular” Jay says and we all laugh. I sit up straight careful not to wake Nolan up to peek over to see who it was before the call turns to a missed call notification. I touch the screen and type in his password being nosy.

“I’m nosy” I say and the guys laugh before they hear me say “Oh” softly under my breath. I grind my teeth together and swallow hard.

“What?” Jay says, snatching the phone out of my hands. He looks straight up to see my reaction. I take the phone back and continue reading through the messages. At this point I don’t care if what I’m doing is wrong because compared to what Nolan did, this doesn’t even come close. I scroll through the text messages of flirty text exchanges between the two and naked pictures of this girl to the first one reading it out loud.

“Oh look let’s see how they met. She texted him first saying ‘hey it’s Payton’ on Saturday night, on no early Sunday morning at 2:08am” I say, “Oh and then she messaged him the same day a couple hours later at 10:49am saying ‘Thanks for a good time last night. Can’t wait to-” I continue but stop to read the rest in my head. I take in a deep breath. Jay and Grano just look at me waiting for me to continue. I just sit and read the texts. Nolan only really entertains a couple of the texts but through reading them I knew exactly what Nolan was up to Saturday night. I put the phone down and sit there wondering if I should wake this piece of shit up or if I should just leave.

“What are you going to do?” Grano asks me. I stand up and throw Nolan’s phone at him. The phone hits him in the chest and his eyes shoot open.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Nolan says then watches me storm up the stairs to his room. Nolan stands up following me to his room leaving the guys awkwardly sitting in the living room. He comes in and shuts the door behind him. I stop stuffing my bag with some clothes that I have left here and walk over to him and breathing out angrily. “Wh-” he is interrupted with my hand slapping him across the face.

“Who’s Payton?!” I say already knowing the answer

“I don’t know who you are tal-” I slap him again. “What the fuc-” I go to slap him again but he catches my wrist. “Stop fucking hitting me!”

“What happened Saturday? And don’t give me some bullshit lie Nolan!” realization flushes Nolan’s face.

“It was a one time thing” he says and tears start flowing down my face uncontrollably. “I was drinking and you weren’t here, so-”

“So you cheated on me?!” I yell at him

“No, I-”

“What do you call it then? Because having sex with another girl while you are dating me is definitely cheating!”

“Please hear me out” Nolan says, coming closer to me.

“No! Get away from me!” I say pushing him away and grabbing the bag I filled full of my stuff. I say “We are over Nolan. Don’t ever call me again!” before pushing past him and down the hall. He follows me to the door and slams it back shut as I try to leave.

“Stop!” he starts and I step back to look up to see what he possibly has to say to fix this. “It was an accident! It didn’t mean anything!”

“No, hitting someone with you car is an accident, slipping something is an accident. Cheating on someone is not an accident!” I say screaming at him through my tears, “I would have never done this to you!” I say Nolan start to tear up a little

“Don’t leave me Y/n, please”

“You made this decision yourself when you slept with someone else” I say reaching for the door knob again, “Now move or I will throw myself out of the window to get away from you”

Nolan finally moves and I quickly leave shutting the door behind me ready to never see him again.

#nolan moyle #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine

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bettsfic · 1 year

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2023 WIP cleanout

a couple years ago i did a major WIP cleanout and it was very satisfying, and i've been bummed out lately so i'm doing it again to cheer myself up.

i have about 200k worth of unposted/unfinished fic, and i'd like to make a decent dent in that. when i listed out my WIPs i was surprised to find that most of them i'd written past the 50% mark and for whatever reason, the fic went an unanticipated direction. instead of fixing it, i moved on. the problem is that usually the unanticipated direction is something cool and that i want to pursue, but would make the fic longer and more complicated than i want it to be, and more work than i want to put into it. once i get enough distance from a fic, it's a lot easier to see how to get it back on track.

there are many things i set down and never think about again, but if it sticks in my head for longer than a couple months, then i know i need to come back to it eventually.

so this is my accountability thread! and i'm going to lay out the steps i took to triage these fics and get them posted, in case it helps anyone struggling with the same problem.

here are the things on my WIP cleanout list:

(Organic Chemistry isn't on this list because i'm actively working on it, albeit slowly)

Wind of the New World

Annie/Finnick, The Hunger Games (ASE epilogue)

started August 2020

this one is what inspired the cleanout, and as of yesterday it is DONE and POSTED. for the longest time it sat at about 7k when i knew it would be 10k, and i couldn't make myself write the last 3k because somehow it turned into a threesome fic with Gale and it took me a loooong time to let go of that idea. also, it required a lot of canon knowledge, which faded the longer i kept it on the backburner.

to finish it, i:

killed a few darlings (Finnick's crush on Gale)

down drafted the scenes i hadn't yet written

reread ASE while taking notes

rewatched Mockingjay 2 while taking notes

transcribed several scenes of Mockingjay 2

made a punch list of things i wanted to fix/rearrange/expand on

up drafted, dental drafted, and posted

completing it took about 15 hours across 3 days.

Stray

Lumine/Razor, Genshin Impact

started April 2021

this is an alternate beginning to genshin where the traveler finds Razor instead of Paimon. it stalled out at 5k because i wanted it to be rated M and i also wanted the characters to get all the way to Liyue, but both of those things were far more work than i wanted to put into it. so now it'll be rated G and end when they reach Mondstadt. i don't anticipate it will be more than 7k.

Before the Suns Rise

Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan, Star Wars

started June 2022

this one is nearly 45k and about 95% done. i set it down because 1) i got to the threesome part and writing threesomes is hard, 2) i hadn't watched the Clone Wars or Rebels yet and so i was self-conscious about my knowledge of canon, and 3) i got distracted by Lemon.

another thing that a lot of these WIPs have in common is that they're very closely tied to canon and therefore have Plot and even though i can do Plot, i find it exhausting and a little tedious.

this is a post-Vader, alt-OWK timeline fic. in the 20+ star wars fics i've written, only 5 of them are in any way related to canon, and they're all one-shots. so this one is going to be hard.

i anticipate it'll only take 5k to finish, for a total of 50k and 14 chapters.

Patronage

Seungho/Nakyum, Painter of the Night

started October 2021

this is my Patreon AU that's over 10k already. in it, Seungho is married to Jihwa (and cheating on him with Nakyum) and i wanted to write the whole thing through to their divorce (and Seungho Getting A Real Job), but that is just. a lot. so i'm going to write only to Seungho finally giving in to his feelings for Nakyum, with the knowledge that after season 4 is finished, i may want to continue it as a series and write the latter half as i'd intended.

i'll probably only add 1-2k, for a total of 12k.

In Water Falling

Ahsoka/Rex, Star Wars

started November 2022

this was the first rexsoka fic i started working on when i finished Clone Wars. i got about 10k in, scrapped it, wrote another 15k, scrapped it, and then started focusing on Organic Chemistry. also, i just got very frustrated with it. to fix this one, i think i need to lower my expectations of it, rearrange some plot points, and write the final 2-3 scenes.

maybe 3-4k more? hopefully it'll cap out under 20k.

There & Here

Chishiya/OFC, Alice in Borderland

started February 2023

in my defense, i set this one down, like. a week ago. there's nothing i'm stalled out on; i just have to finish it.

currently 25k, hopefully only 5k more, capping out under 30k. it's 4 chapters.

things i intend to finish later:

Good Bones - this is my Emergency Fic that i'm saving for when i'm too blocked to write anything else

Bomb Time - this is a BOSAS fix-it. i definitely want to finish it, but i'm going to wait until the film comes out in November, so i don't have to reread the book to remember what's going on

#writing update #2023 wip cleanout

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New champ bitches!

Summary: The reader is Regal's daughter who is having some mixed feelings about Max during his title shot at Full Gear

The main event of Full Gear is in full swing, with Mox and Max giving it their all in the ring. You are sitting at the top of the ramp with your dad at your side and sweating in your seat.

"Come on, idiot. Get up." You mumble to yourself, eyes cast down at the bottom of the ramp.

Max lies on the floor after being put through a table by Jon. It's a fluke in Max's plan since he was the one to introduce the table to the ring, yeah. But you still dig your nails into the palms of your hands with worry.

"What was that, sweetheart." Regal glances at you.

You glance at your dad nervously. 'He can't know.' You remind yourself. 'Hell, I can't let myself.' You sigh internally. But deep down you know that you can't keep lying to yourself. Max has managed to capture your heart in the most desperate and pathetic way. And you are fighting with yourself every second to keep yourself from running down that ramp and helping him cheat to beat Moxley.

"I'm fine, dad." You assure him with a small smile.

The referee's words carry up from the ring and make your chest ache with every word. "Six...Seven...Eight..." Bryce calls out, getting closer and closer to the 10 count.

You bounce your leg vigorously to keep yourself busy. "Come on, get up Max." You plead in a whisper. 'Maybe this is a good thing?' You think to yourself. 'If Max loses then he'll be out of your hair and you can go back to hating him like you always have.' You assure yourself. No. You know that's not true.

Not after that night...after that kiss.

(flashback)

Around a month ago you signed up to do a few meet-and-greets at a couple of conventions to replace Claudio at his request. What Claudio forgot to mention when he asked you to replace him was your unwitting partner for the events. MJF.

"Let's see, booth 26..." You glance down at the number Claudio scrawled down for you at the last minute. "That's 24...25...here we go! 26." You reach your booth and flash your badge to the security guard blocking the back entrance. "Hey! Sorry that I'm late. I'm filling in for Claudio, he had an emergency that he needed to take care of." You announce as you walk through the back curtain.

You barely get through the curtain and pull your bag off of your shoulder when you are met with a smug-sounding chuckle. "Well well well, if it isn't old Regals posh little brat of a daughter." Max greets you from his seat by the front of the booth.

"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me." You stare at Max as the realization hits you. "I'm stuck with you in this small ass booth all day?" You groan. "Fucking, Claudio. Emergency my ass."

"Come on, sit down princess." Max chuckles again and pats the folding chair next to him. "Take a seat. It's going to be a long day." He grins at you.

You roll your eyes and pull your folding chair as far away from Max as you can. He winks at you with a grin and you try your best to avoid him as people start to file into the convention center. A mix of adults and kids happens by the booth asking for pictures and buying shirts. You greet each of them with a friendly smile and plucky attitude as they ask for photos and autographs.

After a couple of hours, there is a break in the bustling stream of people so you take a chance to grab water and some chips to snack on. When you come back from the back of the booth, Max turns in his chair towards you.

"You know, it's a shame that all these people think that you're so sweet and innocent." He comments. "Is it because you know that they'd hate you if they knew that you're a rude little brat hiding behind her daddy and a posh accent?" He teases you.

You bite down on your chip, looking out at the crowd meandering around in front of you. "Sounds to me like you're jealous, Friedman." You reply to his attack with a nonchalant smile. "I mean I have sold more merch and taken more photos with people today."

"Ha!" Max laughs. "Jealous of you?" He snorts. "Please, princess. I'm better than you in every possible way and-"

"And I know it?" You cut him off with a grin. "Yeah...I know the slogan. Chip?" You offer him the bag without ever making eye contact with him.

Max looks at you silently and reaches over for a chip. He laughs again a few seconds later but this laugh is different than the last. It's less condescending, more genuine, and sweet.

For the rest of the day you and Max get into a few more popularity spats which eventually start to draw fans. The people adore listening to the two of you verbally spar and a few record the interactions.

"Man, you two would make a killer power couple." One girl comments after she takes a photo with you while you're busy arguing with Max about who's better on the mic.

You and Max share a brief look at the girl's comment but quickly go back to arguing.

At the end of the night, you head out of the dead convention center while ordering an Uber to get back to the hotel. You stop on the curb to wait and Max comes up behind you.

"Leaving so soon, Y/N?" He asks you. "Does this mean that you've finally given up and declared me the winner of our little spat?" He teases you.

"Please." You roll your eyes. "I wiped the floor with you all day, Friedman. And I sold more merch." You remind him with a smug grin all your own.

You and Max both laugh after a moment of silence and you catch Mr. 'Salt of the earth' looking at you with what appears to be a genuine smile.

"I had fun," Max admits, sounding genuine for once. "Even if that horribly posh accent drives me up the wall." He adds.

A smile cracks in the corners of your mouth. "Yeah...it was fun." You agree.

Silence falls over you and Max again, and before you know it he's inches from your face. Your heart picks up its pace and suddenly Friedman's lips are on yours, his hands pulling you into him by the waist. The kiss is sweet and surprisingly passionate, making your head spin a bit as your fingers thread through his soft hair.

But the sweet moment is broken when you realize exactly who you're kissing. Maxwell Jacob Friedman. You're supposed to hate this guy. He's an asshole and a cheat. You pull away from Max and curse the air. "Shit...I...Shit." You mumble to yourself.

"Y/N?" Max looks at you in confusion. "I'm sorry did I do something wrong?" He asks you. "I thought? Did you not want to?"

Max steps your way and you shake your head. "Don't." You warn him. "I...I should go. This was....a bad idea." Your Uber thankfully pulls up and you hurriedly climb inside.

(End Flashback)

You can't take it anymore and get out of your seat.

"Y/N? Sweetheart?" Regal looks at you with confusion.

You look at your dad as you pass him in order to get to the ramp. "I'm sorry, dad." You apologize to him before you sprint down the ramp. You quickly reach Max's side and pull him out of the mess on the floor. "Come on! Don't give up on me yet, Friedman." You lend Max some encouraging words as you push him into the ring right before the referee hits 10.

You can hear the crowd around you going absolutely crazy for your assumed betrayal of both your father and the BCC. You lock eyes with Jon for a second before you lean under the bottom rope where Max is finally starting to get to his feet.

"You came." Max looks at you, clearly exhausted from his work in the ring.

"How else are you going to win?" You reply with a small smile. "Listen I'm sorry for bailing on you a couple of weeks ago. But I'm here now. And I'm behind you 100%! So get back in this and kick that old man's ass." You point to Jon behind him.

Max nods a fire lighting in his eyes again. You hang back from the ring and watch Max get his second wind. The match picks its pace back up again and Regal comes down the ramp to confront you.

"Dad!" You sheepishly turn to Regal. "I'm sorry dad, but I-" You go to explain yourself.

Regal puts his hand up and stops you. "It's alright sweetheart." He assures you. "I get it."

"Yeah?" You reply. "Thanks, dad." You nod and give him a small hug since you know after this you won't be seeing much of him at work anymore.

The bell rings while you're hugging Regal and the crowd goes wild again. You let him go and turn around to find that Max has managed to win. You give Regal one last glance and he nods at you to go to Max.

You slip into the ring and pick up Mox's title belt from the mat where the timekeeper has set it. You walk over to Max as he gets to his feet with a shocked and overwhelmed look on his face.

"Congratulations. You did it." You hand him the belt. "I always knew that you could." You smile at him.

Max takes the belt and clutches it to his chest. "You helped a little, I guess." He grins at you.

"Just a little bit." You laugh and close the gap between the two of you. "You really want to give all of these sweaty halfwits something to freak out about? Kiss me." You grab his arm.

That genuine smile crosses Max's face again and he obliges to your request. Again you are transported back to that night outside the convention center. Only this time there are thousands of screaming fans watching you french the new AEW champion. Not that you care what any of them thinks. You've got what you came for.

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