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Noah Sebastian x OFC

Alright folks, I think I’m on the other side of this cold. Which unfortunately means I am back at work. Things are going to start getting more serious here, so bear with me.

Moving forward, each chapter will have its own warnings above the normal, so just keep an eye out. As always, thank you for reading. ☺️

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery. **STRONG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SA** Please proceed w/ caution.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess

Part 8 - Limits

Three months is not a long time. Not long enough for me to drink in the relationship that now was encompassing the vast majority of my life. I still had my job, my meetings, my daily walks with Angel…but everything else was Noah.

Nights watching movies with him. Days going to his house and just existing while he sat in his studio making music. Standing backstage at random pop up shows they did. Morning showers. Evening cuddles. Very late night sex. Sex all the time? Noah had an incredible sex drive and I was along for the ride.

But today, this truly horrific day, was his last day before he left again on tour. It was panic day. And I couldn’t get out of work. He leaves in the morning for Houston, and is absolutely losing his mind with anxiety.

My phone was going to vibrate off of my desk, so I slipped it into the top drawer and turned my attention back to the clients in front of me.

“I’m so sorry about that, where were we?”

The young couple sat in the chairs in front of my desk, their expression cool and positive. They radiated happiness, love. Jared and Sarah Miller, newlyweds, and visibly elated to be buying their first home. Sarah’s belly sat heavy in her lap, thirty-six weeks into her pregnancy with their first baby.

Their house was closing next week, so we needed to discuss what all needed to be done prior and run their one last statement check.

“You can take that, if you need Mileena. We don’t mind waiting.” Sarah smiled at me warmly, and I felt a tug in my chest when I heard my phone vibrate again.

“Oh, it’s fi-“ Before I could finish, it stopped vibrating, only to begin again half a second later. “Uhm…”

I opened my drawer, looking down to see Noah’s face flashing once again.

“I’m so sorry, it’s my boyfriend. It may be an emergency if he’s calling this much.”

Jared stood up. “No worries! We can run to the car and get Sarah’s snacks, if you don’t mind we eat in here?”

I shook my head. “Not at all! I’ll only be a second.”

“Take your time.” Sarah chirped before they walked out of the office, the door latching behind them.

I slid the newest call open. “Why aren’t you answering?! Are you dying?!”

I had to pull the phone from my ear due to the sheer volume of his voice. “Noah, I’m at work. Not dying.”

“Oh.” His voice calmed down instantly. “Good, because I almost got worried.”

I snorted. “Almost? You’ve called me like, a hundred times!”

He chuckled. “It’s panic day?” He said defensively.

“Panic day or not, babe. I’m with clients.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry. I should’ve known.”

I glanced at my computer screen to a new Teams message.

Sam: Saw your clients left. Wanna get lunch?

I cringed.

Me: They’re coming back. And no, eating in.

I saw the indication he was typing pop up, but disappear a moment later with no new message.

“Listen, babe,” I brought my attention back to Noah. “How about I go to your place after work? I can grab food on the way?”

“I really should focus.”

I laughed. “Cause you’re doing such a great job.”

“You’re right.”

“I’ll see you about six. Love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

And we ended the call right as Jared and Sarah walked back in.

I smiled widely and took a breath. “Crisis averted. Now, let’s get you guys this house.”

I sat cross-legged on Noah’s bed, pulling potstickers from the paper box in my hand. Noah was chewing on his food while his fingers clacked at his keyboard, sending last minute emails to his tour manager.

Rick and Morty played on the television, and I idly watched it while letting him have his space. ‘Just having you here makes me feel more calm’ is what he told me, so I’m just existing, letting him have his panic in peace.

Noah had gone to my house this afternoon and picked up Angel after we talked, bringing him back to his place so I didn’t have to stop home after work. I was almost convinced he loved that dog more than me. I’m okay with that.

Noah turned, chow mein noodle hanging out of his lips. I chuckled at the sight, and he turned his lips up in a goofy smile. He slurped the noodle in his mouth and licked his lips. As silly as he is, he’s still absolutely breathtaking.

His muscle shirt showed his arms that were slowly becoming more defined every time I really looked at them. Noah had been filling free time he had going to Muay Thai and Boxing classes, trying to keep off any unnecessary pounds he may put on from his sugar intake. The results were becoming…difficult to not appreciate.

“You done?”

He nodded, leaning back in his chair. “I think so. Nothing left to do but sleep.”

I nodded, satisfied. “Good.” I glanced at my watch, noticing it was already seven-thirty. The first forty-five minutes of me being here was spent trying to calm the anxiety and help him find his favorite jacket that somehow ended up in Jolly’s laundry hamper.

“We’ve got to head out in about an hour.”

His lips turned down in a frown. “Why?”

“I’ve got work in the morning, and you’re leaving at 4 in the morning. You need sleep.”

“Nuh-uh.”

I raised my eyebrow at him. “Noah, unless you have a show, you can barely stay conscious past 10PM. You still have to shower.”

He shrugged. “Don’t care.”

“Mkay, well I care. Because I also have to shower and decompress before bed.” I stood off the bed and piled the empty food containers into the bag they came in, walking it over to the garbage can.

“Take this out tonight, or it’ll be awful when you get back.”

He just stared at me, a look I couldn’t quite place on his face. It made me shift my weight under me, unsure of how to react.

“What? Do I have soy sauce on me?” I wiped at my face, but he just shook his head.

“No.” He then sighed heavily. “We’re going to be gone longer this time.”

My heart pulled. He was right. He’d be gone two and a half months this time, which shouldn’t be long, right? Three months went by so fast…

“I know. But, I’ll be at the show here in October. And you’ll be home a week after that, just in time for your birthday.”

He chewed his bottom lip. I walked over to him, stopping directly in front of his chair.

“Then we’ll spend the holidays together.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, his head leaning into my chest, his arms swallowing my waist. “Christmas, New Year, Thanksgiving.”

He would be going back on tour at the end of January, so we had to take what we could get.

“Can’t you just come with me?”

I chuckled. “I wish, baby.”

I pulled my arms back, gripping either side of his neck to bring his face up to mine, placing a soft kiss on his lips. His arms tightened around me and a soft moan hummed out of him.

“Now,” I pulled my face back and pushed him back into his chair. “sit there quietly, and let me give you your parting gift.”

I sunk down to my knees and watched while he lifted his brows at me, narrowing his eyes.

“Since when do I do what you tell me?” His tone was apprehensive.

I gazed up at him through my lashes, doing my best to look innocent while my hands unzipped his jeans.

“Since I have something you want.” I very dramatically licked my lips, leaving excess saliva on my bottom lip for effect.

He pursed his lips, and gave a curt nod of his head.

“Fair enough.”

I was wrong. I was so wrong. Two-and a half months was crawling. I would assume it felt that way since it had only been two weeks, but it felt like a year.

I had just hung up the phone, Noah having to head into sound check. My lunch break was close to over, so I was already sitting behind my desk, scrolling through emails while I waited for my next client to make their appointment.

My desk phone chimed, and I grabbed the receiver.

“Kline Home Lending, this is Mileena?”

“Are you not logged in to Teams?” Sam’s voice was sharp on the other end.

“I’m on lunch. I haven’t taken Do Not Disturb off yet.”

“Lex wants to see us. Didn’t say why. We need to go now.”

I straightened my back and checked the time. I only had twenty minutes until my next appointment. That didn’t matter, though. When Lex called, you went. He was the President of Kline, and he didn’t make appearances often.

I shot my client a quick text to wait for me in the lobby if I wasn’t back as I walked down the hallway behind Sam toward Lex’s office.

“What do you think he wants?”

Same didn’t turn to respond. “Don’t know. He just asked to see us two.”

What could he possibly need? I kept my nose down, sold my loans, and kept it pushing. I didn’t make waves. Sam, on the other hand…

“Ah! Thank you both for coming on short notice. I won’t keep you too long.”

Sam and I each took a seat in front of Lex’s desk. Our boss, a tall, older man with white hair and his shirt unbuttoned the top two buttons, stood up and rounded the desk, leaning against it.

“I’m certain you don’t know why I’ve brought you here.” We both just nodded. “Right, well I’ll get straight to it.”

He went back to his chair, sitting down and waking his computer. “I assume you’re both familiar with Shamrock Lending?”

“Aren’t they the company that just declared bankruptcy?” I furrowed my brow, my question making him nod.

“Nearly. They’ve backed out of that.” Sam and I looked at each other inquisitively. “We’re absorbing them, including their employees and client base.”

“Why?” Sam sounded unamused.

“Shamrock maintained a prestigious client-base and had great word of mouth. The pandemic killed the business, and with them having been such a small company to begin with, it didn’t cost us much. And now we can retain their clientele, including their celebrity accounts.” He had his chin resting in his hands. “They sold Kelly Clarkson a house last year.”

Sam snorted. “So, what does that have to do with us?”

I had to forcibly not roll my eyes at his disrespectful attitude.

Lex looked intrigued, staring directly at Sam.

“I’m glad you asked, Samuel.” The sound of his full name made Sam visibly straighten. “We need to do something to boost morale for their employees. Shamrock was a family-owned company so most of their staff are…less than thrilled at coming over to Kline.”

“I could understand that.” I empathized.

“Exactly. So we are going to arrange for a company event, something to lighten the spirits. Eating, drinking, and overall merriment.” He pointed at us. “Oh, and live music! That always gets people excited.”

He stood again. “I need you both to organize it. You’re my top performers, so I trust you both to be able to arrange something within the next week or so.”

My eyes widened. We had to what?!

“With all due respect sir, but when you say organize?”

“Find a venue, get catering, hire a band, all that jazz.”

“My family has an estate on a vineyard in Escondido. Perfect for this.” Sam was now smiling confidently. Kiss ass.

Lex snapped. “Wonderful! We need this ready happen by the end of September. The merge is effective as of October 1st.”

I’m so fucked.

The following seven days had been a blur. A long, exhausting, frustrating blur. I had to reschedule so many appointments so Sam and I could work on the event.

Venue was no issue, but we needed catering, entertainment, staff, decorations, which is what Sam and I were currently arguing over.

The amount of arguing we had done over the last week had drained everything out of me. Spending this much time with him was absolutely ungodly. He was so difficult to tolerate, his bravado and over enthusiastic flirting got so far under my skin I could feel it in my bones.

“We need a theme!”

“It’s not junior prom, Sam! We don’t need casino night!”

He scoffed, pacing over the floor in my office while I sat, my fingertips rubbing my temples.

“So it’s just a ‘Hey we get you hate us, but get drunk and have salmon’ party?!’

We were interrupted by the door opening, Chrissy, the janitor, coming to clean my office.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I thought you guys were gone.” She backed out and closed the door.

“Jesus Christ, what time is it?” I checked my watch. “Ugh, it’s already seven. I’ve got to go.”

“No, no, we need to finish this. The event is in three days.” He pulled his phone out. “I’m ordering some pizza.”

I stood up in protest. “As fun as that sounds, I’ve got to go walk my dog. Or he’ll piss in the house.”

He locked his phone and gave me a disgusting grin. “No worries, we can just finish at your place.”

My face must have mimicked my disdain because he only smiled wider. I groaned and sat back down.

“Fine. Let’s just finish it.”

I finally swung my front door open at 9PM, exhaustion and agitation fueling me the entire ride home. Angel met me at the door, eyes big, obviously concerned for my whereabouts. He's never left alone quite this long, more so these last few months with Noah picking him up nearly every day.

"Hey baby." He barked in response while I kicked my heels off. "I'm so sorry I was gone so long."

He ran to the back door in response. I dropped my bag right there on the floor, slipping my slides on and striding to let Angel out.

I stepped outside with him, watching as he disappeared near the trees in the corner of the yard, undoubtedly relieving himself. I stayed on the wooden porch, flopping down into the wooden chair at the table. I slipped a single cigarette out of the pack next to the ashtray and lit the end with a match. I didn't indulge in my nicotine habit often, only in times of severe stress. I bought a pack the day I learned of the event and had smoked one each night after work.

I hadn't told Noah that.

This reminded me that I hadn't heard from him all day. I slipped my phone out of my pocket, taking a long drag from my smoke.

I pressed call as soon as I found his name in my recent list, noticing our last phone call was yesterday afternoon. We hadn't talked hardly at all since Sunday, when the shows became more frequent and my work started taking up all my damn time. Our nightly calls had been skipped a few times now, and we mostly communicated over text. Until now, I hadn't noticed how badly I missed him until I saw his contact photo show up when the phone rang; a picture of him sleeping, Angel stretched out over his stomach, snoozing comfortably on my bed.

I put the phone on speaker and set it on the table, leaning back in my chair.

"Hello?" His voice that came through was loud. There was a ton of background noise and voices. There was also some kind of music. Music I didn't recognize - heavy bass drums, some kind of high-pitched synth, with rhythmic reverb. Club music?

"Hey babe. What're you doing?" I could hear shuffling on the other end.

"What?" He couldn't hear me. "Hang on, babe. One sec." The phone then went completely silent, evidently muted.

After a few moments, I could hear sound again, but it was much quieter. "Hey babe, I'm sorry. I couldn't hear shit in there."

"What are you doing?" My voice was sharp, which I wasn't sure if it was due to me being wildly suspicious all of a sudden, or the frustration bleeding over from work.

"Oh, uh, after the show the guys wanted to stop off at this place on our way back to the hotel." His voice sounded intentionally nonchalant.

"What kind of place?"

He was quiet. Too fucking quiet.

"Babe, don't freak out." He sighed heavily. "It's a bar, and look-"

"You're at a fucking bar?!" I stood up, dropping my cigarette into the ashtray.

"Babe, please don't yell at me." I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose, forcibly evening out my voice.

"Noah, why the hell are you at a bar?" I said through gritted teeth.

"It's one of the guys' in ERRA's birthday tonight. We're just here to celebrate. I'm going to be fine." He was annoyed, I could hear it. I was 'sponsor'-ing him, but I didn't fucking care.

"Please don't drink, Noah." He groaned.

"I won't, Leena." His voice was slightly venomous. This bothered me. How could he not understand why I was upset by this? It was a valid fucking reason to be upset. He was right on top of earning his 6-month chip.

"Good. Because I swear to God, I will snatch those chips away from you so fucking fast."

He didn't even breathe. "Nick is here. He'll keep me straight."

"He's not drinking?"

"No."

"Okay." I sat back down.

"I'll call you when I get back to the hotel and after I shower."

"Okay." I picked my cigarette back up. "I love you."

"Love you too." Click. My heart tugged. It felt wrong.

When he finally called me, I was already half asleep. I had showered, finished getting ready for bed, and began fading while watching Supernatural. It was typically unheard of for me to pass out so early, but I was positively exhausted.

My phone began singing next to my face, and I moaned in defeat. I just wanted to be unconscious.

"Hey." My voice was thick with sleep.

"Hey, were you sleeping?" His voice sounded pretty sleepy too. It was past his bedtime.

"I was, but I'm fine." I sat up in bed. I ran a hand over Angel, who was now sound asleep in Noah's spot on my bed.

"Mmm. How was your day?"

I leaned back on my pillows, yawning. "It was long. Had to stay late again."

"With Sam?"

This made me snap to attention. The bite in his tone startled me. "Yeah, unfortunately."

"Hmm." He was making a lot of humming noises tonight. "Been spending a lot of time with him, yeah?"

You're fucking kidding. Noah was not getting jealous...of Shithead Sam?!

"Not voluntarily. We just had to get this event worked out."

"And did you?" He was still so serious. Nothing like what I was used to with Noah.

"Yes." My words were slow, still in disbelief at his attitude. "The event is on Saturday over in the valley. I'll be driving down there Saturday morning to make sure it gets set up."

"Well, I'm sure he'll meet you there."

I had about enough.

"Noah, what's your problem?" I was serious now, over whatever bullshit game it was he was playing.

"I don't have one." He paused. "Do you?"

Is he instigating an argument? "I didn't think so, but you're acting weird." I sighed. "I don't like it."

I heard him breathe, a sigh, maybe? "I'm sorry."

I didn't respond.

"I don't know, I just don't like that guy."

I sat up, pausing the television. "I know you don't. Neither do I. But why be rude to me over it?"

"Well, you spending so much time with him bothers me."

"...and?" I furrowed my brow, bewildered. "I can't help that we got put on this project together."

He snickered. "I mean..." He trailed off.

"What?" I dared him.

"You could have said no."

My jaw dropped. Was he for fucking real? "How do you figure? The President of the company I work for tells me to organize an event, and I just...what? Decline?"

"Pretty much."

I shook my head, absolutely flabbergasted. "Are you fucking joking?" My voice was raised.

"I asked you not to yell at me."

I swung my legs over the bed and began pacing. "Well, that's hard to do when you're acting like this."

"Like what?" His voice was so even, so calm. It was getting under my skin.

"Like a jealous boyfriend!"

He was silent for a minute. "Am I not?"

"Oh my fucking God, Noah! You have nothing to be jealous about!" I was now laughing, but not because it was funny, but because it was so ridiculous. "The guy is fucking putrid!"

"So I've heard." That evenness in his tone was going to kill me, or get him killed if I get my hands on him. I knew that bullshit. It was manipulative, which up until this point, I didn't think Noah was. He had never acted like this before.

"Noah, you don't fucking get it. He's the opposite of attractive. He reminds me of my ex." I had never admitted that before, to him or myself. I didn't think about him often.

"Right, yeah. The ex-boyfriend you never want to talk about. Got it." There was a slight inflection in his voice. Good. At least I know he isn't a robot.

He was just a fucking asshole.

My voice was calm now, still as standing fucking water. "That's correct."

"Leaves me with lots of questions, Mileena."

Who the fuck was this douchebag on the phone with me? What piece of garbage was I talking to? It wasn't Noah. Not my Noah.

"I'm hanging up." My hand was shaking now.

"Sure, yeah, ignore the problem." He was getting worked up. I couldn't tell if that was better or worse.

"No, I'm just not letting this go any further." I took a breath to keep voice even. "You should get some rest."

"No, c'mon, let's talk about it! You always want to know about me and my fucking skeletons in the closet! Where's yours? What's the big fucking secret? Why do I have to pull fucking teeth to get you to fucking talk about your ex? Or your drinking? Or anything fucking personal?!" He was full-blown screaming now, and I was frozen solid.

He wasn't wrong. I always avoided talking about Jeremy, at all God damn costs. He enabled my drinking, he set back my sobriety, and that was the mild stuff.

"Noah...please stop." My voice was cracking now.

"Whatever. So much for a trusting fucking relationship."

That was it. That broke the dam. That sent me spiraling.

"Are you fucking KIDDING me?! You call me, start a fucking fight, and then have the audacity to say I can't be trusted you fucking bastard?! Why? Because I don't want to talk about the asshole that drove me to drink because he was abusing me so badly?! Who slapped me around so much that only the alcohol made it bearable?! Back when I tried to kill myself, couldn't because I was so God damn drunk, and ended up going back to him because he convinced me no one else would ever love me?!"

I couldn't stop. He flipped the switch and you can't just undo that.

"Fuck you, Noah! Fuck you and your bullshit jealousy and trust issues!" Tears were streaming down my face, blurring my vision. Somewhere, I felt Angel's nose pressing into the side of my leg. "Now go the fuck to sleep before I tell you to go to hell instead!"

I ended the call, before he could respond. My shaky hands frantically turned my phone off before I could receive a text or a call back.

I had put my phone on vibrate all day Friday, spending the majority of the day in my bed sulking. I didn't want to talk to anyone; Laura, my Dad, most importantly, Noah. Anytime I thought about it, I started crying. I laid in bed, only getting up to let Angel out and get snacks from the kitchen. I laid in bed, watching comedy movies to try and relieve my mind.

It wasn't until I woke up Saturday morning that I finally read all of the missed texts.

The night of the fight:

Noah: Leena I'm such a fcking asshole. I'm sorry. Pleese call me back.

Noah: Babe I don't even know what got into m please.

Noah: Yourr phone is going straigt to voicemail. I guess you turned it off. I'm going to sleep now. I love you. Call me please?

Friday morning:

Noah: Is your phone back on?

Noah: Guess not.

Noah: Leena, please call me. I feel sick thinking about how dumb I was being. I promise I will never do that again. I swear. Please just respond to me.

Nick: Leena, Noah won't stop asking me to text you. Please call him.

Noah: I'm about to cancel the show tonight and fly home. Please Leena.

Noah: Nick said I can't cancel the show. Too short notice. Please call me. I need to hear your voice.

Friday evening:

Noah: Look, I've tried really hard to be patient but I'm starting to freak out. Babe, please. I was stupid. I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do anything like that again. I have no idea what got into me.

Noah: I'm going to quit texting now. I'm sorry. I can't tell you how sorry. Call me when you're ready. I love you so much, more than you'll ever know Leena. Always.

I sighed hard. I wasn't angry anymore, mostly just hurt. I really wanted Noah to be different, but after the way he was talking, it was hard to believe. Nothing made sense. In five months, he had not spoken like that to me at all. He was always so laid back, even about things that bothered him.

Something was wrong. Something was different.

Unfortunately, I didn't have time to ponder it, as I had to get ready to drive to Escondido and get this hellscape of a day over with.

I decided to send him a response, but not give too much.

Me: I love you too. We'll talk tonight. Have a good show.

All things considered, the vineyard was absolutely stunning. The event was exactly how we planned, music elegant but still upbeat. The food was high-class, Kline sparing no expense. People were swaying and mingling, their drinks from the open bar settling nicely into their systems.

I was stood on a hill just out of sight of the happenings down by the massive estate home, overlooking the winery. Vines upon vines of grapes grew, causing such an incredible landscape while the sun began to set over the hills. It soothed the ache in my soul.

I heard footsteps approaching behind me, and gauging the weight of them, I rolled my eyes, knowing my moment was spoiled.

"Too good for the party?" I sighed. Sam's voice was the same as always, condescending and arrogant.

I turned, my long, olive green dress twisting at the skirt. "Nope, just taking a breather."

"Is it hard? Being around people drinking?" For once, he didn't sound like he was being judgmental, and it caught me off guard.

I shook my head lightly. "No. Not really anymore."

He nodded, standing next to me with his hands in his pockets.

"Hell of a view."

I shrugged. "It is."

He nudged my shoulder, gesturing over to a stable to his left. "Want to go see the horses?"

I smirked. "I'm okay, thank you."

He narrowed his eyes at me playfully. "C'mon, girl. Everyone loves horses!"

I chuckled. I contemplated this for a moment. I do love horses, having ridden many when I was younger.

Sam began stalking toward the barn, waving me along. "Just for a minute. You'll love them!"

I rolled my eyes, but still, I stomped after him, my heels nearly sinking into the grass beneath me.

He pulled the door open, the familiar smell of hay and feed hitting me in the nostrils. It was a comforting smell, reminding me of the horses my Dad helped tend when I was a little girl.

He walked into one of the stalls. "This one," he pulled on a rein, a stunning black horse peering out of the stall. I was drawn, walking up to her and smiling. "is mine. Her name is Onyx."

Her large nose pressed into my hand. I ran a hand up her face, reveling in the feel of her silky fur.

"She's amazing." I was in awe.

"Yeah, she's a good girl. Rides like a champ." I nodded.

"I'll bet she does." I backed away from her, peering over at Sam.

"You want to see another?" I nodded, a soft smile on my face.

He waved me down the stable, opening a stall at the end. "Come on."

I didn't see a horse, but I stepped in front of the door, confused. Sam was gone, and the stall was empty. I took a step forward just beyond the door, puzzled.

"Sam?"

It was at that exact second, a hand clapped over my mouth from behind, and a large, thick arm came to snake around me around the waist, holding my arms down to my sides and pulling me in close.

Sam had me pinned, his body pressed against my back, as I began writhing and struggling beneath him. Oh no. No, no, no, no.

I struggled as hard as I could, working my arms around in an attempt to get free. I felt his breath on the side of my face, his voice low and hushed.

"Shh, hang on there, girl. Wouldn't want anyone to know we're in here." I screamed against his hand, forcing him to clamp down harder, giving the feeling that my jaw may break.

Please, fucking, please, no.

"You've been playing this 'hard to get' bullshit for so long. It was about time we finally made it happen, huh?"

His hand over my mouth slid down to my neck, squeezing so tight that my vision began turning fuzzy.

I choked hard, trying like hell to get words out. "S-Sam, please, d-don't."

He had turned us around, pushing me against the wall of the stable. His hand that wasn't holding my throat was roaming up my skirt, his giant palm under my dress and tugging at my underwear. I thrashed again, trying like hell to get an inch so I could slip out of his grasp. It was futile. He had me, I was trapped.

I felt his fingers slipping into the hem of my panties, sneaking underneath. His hands violated me, making hot tears pour out of my eyes. I squeezed them shut, trying to just focus on having enough air to stay conscious. If I pass out, it's over.

I ignored his hands on me, and focused. His feet. His feet were the only shot I had.

I shifted my weight onto my other leg, realizing his was immediately behind mine, using both legs to keep mine spread.

I lifted my foot, and with as much force as I could muster, I jammed my heel into top of his foot, causing him to jump back, his hands releasing me at once. Without hesitation, once my arms were free, I reached my elbow back, connecting it with his face. I felt something crunch beneath my arm, but I didn't care.

As soon as he was no longer on top of me, I ran. I booked straight out of the barn, my vision slowly returning.

I was running back toward the party, up the hill. That's when I stopped. My dress was ripped on the strap, my hair was tangled up, and my makeup had to be running down my face. I was a mess. I looked insane.

I had to get the hell out.

I began sprinting to the parking lot, passing several people on my way but not stopping. I ran to my car that, thankfully, I had left unlocked, keys in the visor. I turned the engine over and tore out of the parking lot.

I didn't care that I blew past multiple stop signs. I pulled onto the interstate and drove. I drove until I couldn't see the winery behind me. Until I could barely see at all because my eyes were watering so badly. My breathing was so sporadic. My hands were screaming with how tight I had been gripping the steering wheel.

I finally snapped out of my state, realizing I needed to stop.

I pulled off on the next exit, finding a rest stop just off the highway and pulled into the parking lot. I sat there, staring out of the windshield, tears streaming, trying to calm my breathing.

It took me a moment to realize I had stopped, and for my brain to begin functioning again.

I picked up my phone, opening it and ignoring texts and missed calls and going straight to my contacts.

I pressed 'Call' and waited for the line to pick up.

"Hey babes, what's up?" Laura's voice rang through the line.

"I need help."

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens #fanfic

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jessybarnes · 7 months

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Fandom: The Gray Man

Title: Bound

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 782

Tags: Smut, slight angst, dirty talk, bondage, bound and gagged, Blindfolds, choking, make up sex, fingering (female receiving), orgasm denial, begging, implied oral (male receiving), drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, and I think that's it

Written For: @kinktober2023, @anyfandomgoesbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, @anyfandomdarkbingo, @badthingshappenbingo, and @thebo3bingo

Squares Filled: Kinktober Day 1 - I4 Bondage // Any Fandom Mixed Bingo - G2 Dirty Talk // Any Fandom Angst Bingo - G5 Blindfolds // Any Fandom Kink Bingo - G2 "I can be good, so good! I swear!" // Any Fandom Dark Bingo - I2 Bound and Gagged // Bad Things Happen Bingo - I2 Choking // BO3 Bingo - B4 Make Up Sex

Beta: Just Grammarly

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: I apologize that this is posting a day late. I had to go to the doctor and couldn't get this edited in time to post it. Day 2's drabble will be posted later tonight. :)

"I told you to stay still, Sunshine."

Lloyd sits in a chair across from you nursing a glass of bourbon. His posture is calm, but the stern look in his eyes tells you he's anything but.

You've been mounted to the St. Andrew's cross for nearly a half hour now, and you're getting antsy.

The mission you two had gone on was a success in your eyes, but Lloyd isn't focused on the computer you two were able to recover. No. He's choosing to focus on the unnecessary details.

"Baby, I've been up here since we got home. Please, can I get down?"

He takes a sip of his drunk, swirling the ice around in the glass.

"I'm admiring the view."

You sigh. "I know why you're mad, and I'm telling you, I didn't mean it. We wouldn't have gotten the damn laptop if I hadn't flirted with that idiot."

Lloyd's jaw ticks. Just the memory of seeing you, his girl, dancing with some other asshole makes his blood boil. He downs the rest of his drink and relishes the feeling of warmth in his chest.

"Will you just punish me already? I really need a shower."

He slams the glass down on the table so hard that you're surprised it's not broken. His eyes are dark with possessiveness as he approaches you, his hand wrapping around your throat.

"I don't care if you didn't mean it, Y/N! His fucking hands were all over you, touching what belongs to me!"

Lloyd loosens his grip on your neck allowing you to take in air again. He brings his thumb up and puts pressure on your bottom lip until it opens.

"You're mine. And I'm gonna keep you up here until it sinks in, you got that?"

You huff and roll your eyes making his narrow to thin slits.

"Better watch it, Sunshine, you're askin' for it."

"I am asking for it, Lloyd." The tone of your retort makes his cock twitch.

He grabs a ball gag and a blindfold off the dresser and fastens them in place.

"You oughta be using that smart mouth of yours for something more useful. Maybe I should stuff it full of my dick."

His voice is teasing, but you can't help but want him to do just that. Your panties are soaked from the feeling of the leather cuffs and the sensory deprivation, and you can't help the strangled moan that fills the room when his fingertips brush your clothed clit.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? Just like you liked dancing with that other man earlier, didn't you?"

You shake your head no and he chuckles.

"Yeah, somehow I don't believe that, Sunshine. You may not have liked the dancing with him part, but you knew it would piss me off and lead me to punish you. And you like being punished, don't you?"

You huff and give him a nod before rolling your eyes once more. He notices and growls deeply.

"Roll your eyes at me again and I'm the only one who gets to cum tonight. You got that?!"

You whine and nod as he pulls your panties to the side.

"Look at this fuckin' mess you've made. Soaking wet and I haven't even done anything. You're hungry for it, aren't you?"

He doesn't give you a chance to answer as he plunges two fingers inside you, pumping them fast and hard.

"Look at me, Y/N. You're mine. This pussy, these tits, this ass, this whole body belongs to me. I'm the only one who can make you cum like this."

Your strangled moans echo throughout the room as you feel yourself about to cum, but right before the dam breaks Lloyd pulls away making you whimper.

"No, not yet. You don't deserve it, but if you're a good little girl and ask very nicely, Daddy will let you suck his cock."

You try to talk around the ball gag and he chuckles.

"If I take that off are you gonna be polite?"

You nod eagerly and he removes it from your mouth. Your tongue comes out to wet your lips and Lloyd's eyes hone in on the movement.

"Go on, Sunshine. Tell me why you think you should get to cum."

He thrusts his fingers back inside you but keeps them still. A soft moan falls past your lips and he chuckles as your pussy clenches around them.

"I can be good, so good! I swear!"

Lloyd clicks his tongue and leans in close, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Oh, I'd be very good if I were you, Y/N. That's the only way you're getting what you want tonight."

#j snow writes #kinktober 2023 #anyfandomgoesbingo #anyfandomangstbingo #anyfandomdarkbingo #badthingshappenbingo #thebo3bingo #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut

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shuxiii · 11 months

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Everyday pt. 11

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13

a/n i still hanvet slept at all part 10 me is still me but im now part 11 so goodbye to part 10 me my insomnia keeps getting worse but its worth hey that rhymes, credits to ''every day'' by David levithan

Day 6010

I am four hours away from her.

I’m a girl named Chevelle, and I can’t stand the idea of going to school today. So I feign sickness, get permission to stay home. I try to read, play video games, surf the Web, do all the things I used to do to fill the time.

None of them work. The time still feels empty.

I keep checking my email.

Nothing from her.

Nothing.

Day 6011

I am only thirty minutes away from her.

I am woken at dawn by my sister shaking me, shouting my name, Valeria.

I think I’m late for school.

But no. I’m late for work.

I am a maid. An underage, illegal maid.

Valeria doesn’t speak English, so all the thoughts I have to access are in Spanish. I barely know what’s happening. It takes me time to translate what’s going on.

There are four of us in the apartment. We put on our uniforms and a van comes to pick us up. I am the youngest, the least respected. My sister speaks to me, and I nod. I feel like my insides are twisting, and at first I think it’s just because of the shock of the situation. Then I realize they really are twisting. Cramps.

I find the words and tell my sister this. She understands, but I’m still going to have to work.

More women join us in the van. And another girl my age. Some people chat, but my sister and I don’t say a word to any of them.

The van starts dropping us off at people’s homes. Always at least two of us per house, sometimes three or four. I am paired with my sister.

I am in charge of bathrooms. I must scrub the toilets. Remove the hairs from the shower. Shine the mirrors until they gleam.

Each of us is in her own room. We do not talk. We don’t play music. We just work.

I am sweating in my uniform. The cramps will not go away. The medicine cabinets are full, but I know that I am here to clean, not to take. Nobody would miss two Midol, but it’s not worth the risk.

When I get to the master bathroom, the woman of the house is still in her bedroom, talking on the phone. She doesn’t think I can understand a word she says. What a shock it would be were Valeria to stomp right in and start talking to her about the laws of thermodynamics, or the life of Thomas Jefferson, in flawless English.

After two hours, we are done with the house. I think that will be it, but there are four more houses after that. By the end, I can barely move, and my sister, seeing this, does the bathrooms with me. We are a team, and that kinship gives the day the only memory worth keeping.

By the time we get home, I can barely speak. I force myself to have dinner, but it’s a silent meal. Then I head to bed, leaving room for my sister beside me.

Email is not an option.

Day 6012

I am an hour away from her.

I open Yu Ji-min’s eyes and search her room for a computer. Before I’m fully awake, I am loading up my email.

Yn,

I’m sorry I didn’t get to write to you yesterday. I meant to, but then all these other things happened (none of them important, just time-consuming). Even though it was hard to see you, it was good to see you. I mean it. But taking a break and thinking things out makes sense.

How was your day? What did you do?

Does she really want to know, or is she just being polite? I feel as if she could be talking to anybody. And while I once thought what I wanted from her was this normal, everyday tone, now that I have it, the normalcy disappoints.

I write her back and tell her about the last two days. Then I tell her I have to go—I can’t skip school today, because Yu Ji-min has a big cross-country meet, and it wouldn’t be fair for her to miss it.

I run. I am made for running. Because when you run, you could be anyone. You hone yourself into a body, nothing more or less than a body. You respond as a body, to the body. If you are racing to win, you have no thoughts but the body’s thoughts, no goals but the body’s goals. You obliterate yourself in the name of speed. You negate yourself in order to make it past the finish line.

Day 6013

I am an hour and a half away from her, and I am part of a happy family.

The Stevens family does not let Saturdays go to waste. No, Mrs. Stevens wakes Daniel up at nine o’clock on the dot and tells him to get ready for a drive. By the time he’s out of the shower, Mr. Stevens has loaded the car, and Daniel’s two sisters are raring to go.

First stop in Baltimore is the art museum for a Winslow Homer exhibit. Then there’s lunch at Inner Harbor, followed by a long trip to the aquarium. Then an IMAX version of a Disney movie, for the girls, and dinner at a seafood restaurant that’s so famous they don’t feel the need to put the word famous in their name.

There are brief moments of tension—a sister who is bored by the dolphins, a spot where Dad gets frustrated about the lack of available parking spaces. But for the most part, everyone remains happy. They are so caught up in their happiness that they don’t realize I’m not really a part of it. I am wandering along the periphery. I am like the people in the Winslow Homer paintings, sharing the same room with them but not really there. I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

It is a good day, and that certainly helps me more than a bad day. There are moments when I don’t think about her, or even think about me. There are moments I just sit in my frame, float in my tank, ride in my car and say nothing, think nothing that connects me to anything at all.

Day 6014

I am forty minutes away from her.

It’s Sunday, so I decide to see what Reverend Poole is up to.

Seungmin, the boy whose body I’m in, rarely wakes before noon on Sunday, so if I keep my typing quiet, his parents will leave me alone.

Reverend Poole has set up a website for people to tell their stories of possession. Already there are hundreds of posts and videos.

Haruto’s post is perfunctory, as if it’s been summarized from his earlier statements. He has not made a video. I don’t learn anything new.

Other stories are more elaborate. Some are clearly the work of nutjobs—clinically paranoid people who need professional help, not arenas in which to vent their hyperbolic conspiracy theories. Other testimonials, however, are almost painfully sincere. There’s a woman who genuinely feels that Satan struck her at the checkout line in the supermarket, filling her with the urge to steal. And there’s a man whose son killed himself, who believes that the son must have been possessed by real demons, rather than fighting the more metaphorical ones inside.

Since I only inhabit people around my age, I look for the teenagers. Poole must screen each and every thing that appears on the site, because there’s no parody, no sarcasm. So teenagers are few and far between. There is one, however, from Montana, whose story makes me shiver. He says he was possessed, but only for one day. Nothing major happened, but he knows he wasn’t in control of his body.

I have never been to Montana. I’m sure of it.

But what he’s describing is a lot like what I do.

There is a link on Poole’s site:

IF YOU BELIEVE THE DEVIL IS WITHIN YOU,

CLICK HERE OR CALL THIS NUMBER.

But if the devil is truly within you, why would he click or call?

I go on my old email and find that Haruto’s tried to get in touch with me again.

No proof, then?

Get help.

He even attaches the link to Poole’s page. I want to write back to him and point out that he and I talked just the other day. I want him to ask his friend Jeongwoo how his Monday was. I want him to fear that I could be there at any moment, in any person.

No, I think. Don’t feel that way.

It was so much easier when I didn’t want anything.

Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

I check my other email and find another message from Hanni. She tells me vaguely about her weekend and asks me vaguely about my weekend.

I try to sleep for the rest of the day.

#newjeans fanfic #newjeans #hanni #hanni x reader #Hanni pham #newjeans imagines

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sketchy-rosewitch · 10 months

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Take a Break: Bobby Cobb x afab!gn!reader.

Warnings: sprinkle of angst, eating out, fingering, PinV. (Lemme know if I missed anything)

A/N: Yes I made Bobby give you a Top Gun nickname.

Taggies: @blurrymango @bosinclairz @ninakuli

A small sigh escapes your lips as you stare at your computer screen. You were so close to finishing your essay but your brain was absolutely fried.

You groan and put your face in your hands, rubbing it to stop your eyes from hurting.

Just one more paragraph and tomorrow you could edit it and send it off. Bobby would be home in a half hour you could do it.

“Iceman, I’m home!”

Never mind.

Bobby comes in with his golf bag and pizza. He sets the pizza on the table and looks at you.

“You’re still workin’ on that thing?”

“Yes.. I’m almost done though. Just go head and eat I’ll be there in a minute.” You shoo him away so you can continue working. He goes into the garage to put his golf bag away then comes back.

“Take a break. Let’s go shower together.” Bobby comes around you and kisses your head. You shake him off of you.

“No, not right now. I really am almost done. Just, go do it without me.” You sigh, the words in the screen no longer compute in your mind. Neither have the words Bobby spoke to you. Bobby furrows his brows. Hurt swirls in his chest for a second.

“No.”

You look up at Bobby, he takes this moment and grabs your laptop, shutting it and holding it out of arm’s reach. “Bobby give it back.” You huff. “I need to work on it so I can edit it tomorrow!”

“I said no. You’ve been workin’ on it all week. You need a break!” Bobby pouts. You roll your eyes.

“I don’t have time for you acting like a child, Robert.” You pull out your phone to look at your draft. Bobby is quick to snatch that too.

“You know I don’t like you using my actual name.”

“You know I don’t like getting my stuff taken from me.”

“Well maybe you wouldn’t if you didn’t push yourself too far. You’ve been at this essay for days. We haven’t eaten together and you’ve slept downstairs. The paper isn’t even due until Friday! I just want some time with you. Give that brain of yours a break.” Bobby’s eyes are glossed over as you look at him. Your body feels tense and you want to cry.

You really had been neglecting him and yourself for the last few days haven’t you? Not eating dinner, staying up late, sleeping in the couch.

You give a slow nod. “Okay… you’re right. Sorry..”

Bobby kisses your head again and sets your laptop and phone on the counter. He grabs two paper plates and puts pizza on them and the two of you eat in a comfortable silence. Once Bobby knows you’re done he grabs you and practically drags you up the stairs. He turns on the shower and starts to undress you, kissing your neck gently.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He mumbles, fingers running up and down your body, practically feeling every inch of you.

“I’ve missed you too.” You watch as he undresses himself and kiss his lips softly. “I’m sorry, it’s just- this is my last class before the semester is over. I just want it to end good.”

“It’s okay, you do what you gotta do. But you can’t forget to take care of yourself every once and awhile.” Bobby’s hands take yours and the two of you step into the shower. “I don’t want you to think I had you stop just cause we hadn’t been talkin’ as much. I’m just scared you’ll get all tired and stuff and not even finish your essay.”

Water hits your skin softly as Bobby kisses your neck. “I just know you’ll feel a lot better if you take tonight off, finish up tomorrow, and then you’ll be done.” He mumbles yet you hear every word. Bobby wets his hair and you grab shampoo scrubbing it into his hair. He hums and kisses you deeply before grabbing yours and doing the same.

Bobby’s hands are all over you, touching, scrubbing, massaging, grabbing. He leaves small marks on you causing soft noises to come from your lips and for Bobby to begin getting hard yet somehow he seems to be ignoring it.

The two of you stay under the water until it gets cold, you turn it off, getting out you wrap a towel around yourself and your boyfriend. Bobby pulls some bottles out and puts your hair products into his hands. “Come on Iceman.” Bobby smiles, you face towards him and he massages the products throughout your hair. Your body reacts by leaning into his touch. He his hands are delicate yet firm making sure everything is thoroughly in your hair. Afterwards he pulls out the hairdryer and spends time drying it.

It isn’t perfect but it’s the thought that counts. Your boyfriend then starts to kiss you again, this time more roughly. “God your lips are so soft Ice.” You roll your hips into him and he smiles backing you into your room and onto your bed.

Your towel easily comes off of you. Chills run up your spine as you watch Bobby kiss down your body, he stops at your cunt looking blissed out at you. “I need you to turn that brain of yours off for me.” He says.

“W-what?”

“You’ve been thinkin’ too hard. Relax, Lemme take care of things for a bit.” He smiles genuinely up at you.

You let out a content, “Okay.” And he starts to kiss the lips of your cunt before licking between the folds. You let out a small yelp and grab onto the sheets. He grabs your thighs and switches between sucking and licking your clit. His spit mixing with your wetness.

“Fuck! God please don’t stop baby. Please.” You push down and feel as one of his hands let go. You feel your hole stretch and moan louder rolling into his face. His mouth makes wet and sloppy noises with you. Your stomach clenches near the bottom.

“Please. Oh god!” You moan again, voice cracking and turning into broken squeals as he continues to finger fuck into you and lick at your clit. The knot in your stomach quickly builds up.

“Fuck, fuck, please please gonna cum.” You writhe. You swear it’s impossible but his tongue speeds up, tipping you over the edge. A single year rolls down your face as you arch your back, your legs shake. You let out a squeal as your vision goes blurry. Bobby lets you ride out your high on his face. He holds you down, telling you he’s in control right now yet you still attempt to curl up in a ball, your body feeling overwhelmed.

“S’okay baby. Doin’ so good.” Bobby mumbles, he kisses up your sweaty stomach and chest, all the way up to your face. You let out a soft whine as he gently kisses you all over your face and then your lips. “You wanna go again?” Bobby’s voice sounds gruff and gravely. You could lose your mind to it honestly.

Desperate for more and to finally shut your brain down for the night you nod your head. He gives you a pretty smile, you feel his hardness against your cunt and bite your lip. One thrust and he’s sliding easily into your slick hole. He grunts and you moan. “So tight, you feel so good.” Already he’s humping into you, not letting you properly adjust. You don’t care though, he feels good, he stretches your hole out rapidly. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck I love your hole.” He moans.

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck. Bobby kisses and moans into yours, he licks your jaw and bites your ear. “You’re so good. You feel good? God you’re so tight. I love fucking your cunt. Fuck.”

He sloppily kisses you, rutting into your cunt more and more. The knot comes back, tightening more and more as he fucks against your cervix. “So good, you’re a good hole.”

Your cunt tightens around him at that. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said as he feel him thrusts getting shorter and faster. You moan and roll your hips into him. “You like it? God I hope you do.” He grunts. You nod kissing him on the lips. “I love you. Wanna make you feel so good all the time.”

“I- I. Ah! I love you. Cum, gonna-“

Bobby cites you off. “Please please cum around my cock!” Come on baby!” He groans and grunts louder and louder. The knot breaks and your eyes roll back turning your vision hazy and white. Bobby fucks you through your orgasm feeling as you sweat and shake around him. Your cunt spasms and Bobby pulls out jerking himself off until his cums all over your stomach, thrusting into his hand repeatedly. You watch him in your dazed state as he calms down and kicks up his cum.

When he’s done, you make grabby hands and he grabs your cuddling into you. “You feel better? Do you feel relaxed?” Bobby asks, his tone is genuine. Not ready to talk yet you just nod and trace patterns on his chest. He lifts your chin and kisses you sweetly. “Good. Thank you for letting me take care of you.” His nose nuzzles into yours. “I love you so much.”

You feel his hands rubbing your back. You close your eyes and kiss him. He knows you love him too.

The two of you stay in bed together the rest of the night. He talks about his day and you listen. Your mind staying completely off the essay.

#bobby cobb x reader #bobby cobb #cougar town #bo sinclair

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lyon-amore · 10 months

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With you until the end of the world Chapter 2

Chapter 1

I watch as Jake looks at all the money in my backpack. He's been like this since I showed him, he hasn't even moved a muscle. I watch as he puts his hand to his chin, making a sound like he's thinking.

"Do you want me to leave you alone so you can get to know each other a bit?" I teasing, pointing to the door. When we left the car at the exact point, we had to continue walking as he said. It's lucky I had my sneakers on, because my feet are killing me. We're at a roadside motel, spending the night. When the receptionist saw us, I noticed a hidden smile, as if it made him happy. Discussing this with Jake, he searched with his computer for a transmitter-type signal, thus finding cameras in the room. With a single touch, he left the image of the two of us pretending to go to bed early. A true genius my boyfriend. "Sorry, it is just" he breathes and looks at me, confused “. All this money… How did you get it?” "I've been selling drugs." I reply with a mischievous smile. He shakes his head, letting out a laugh. "Reference to 'The last of us' " he replies, looking back at the backpack.”. I have not played in years.” “Game? It's a series." I correct him. Surely because he has been running away these years, he will not have found out well. He lets out a laugh and places his hands on my cheeks, giving me a small kiss on the lips. "Of course, it is a series" I can tell by his tone of voice that he's making fun of me, but I let it go “. We can't travel with all this money, it's-“ "A magnet for thieves" I finish the sentence “. But I thought we were going to need it, you know how worried I’m about you, Jake.” He nods and squats down, pulling out one of the wads of cash. "I just had an idea to get us at least a little out of this" he stands up and hands me the wad of bills ", we will rent a studio." "Do you want us to have our apartment now?" I put the money back in the backpack and hug him. "That can wait" he smiles at me tucking my hair behind my ears, caressing my face slowly “. We will get the cheapest second-hand computer out there” I nod as he talks “, then, with false identification, you will rent a studio.” “Me?” I ask, tilting my head, liking more the idea he's having "Then it will be my first time doing something illegal." "Actually, you have already done a lot of illegal things" he approaches me and whispers, "you are with a fugitive from justice." His breath tickles my ear and I laugh, pulling him apart a bit, making me nervous. I have to focus and he knows full well that he drives me crazy when he does that. “The computer will stay in the study” he continues speaking, sitting on the bed taking my hand, so that I sit on his lap “, connected, and when they detect us-” "You'll divert the signal to the studio" I complete the sentence and he smiles at me ", which will give us time to run away while they go in the wrong direction." I smile proudly at him “. Then we will need all this money to also pay for the electricity of the place if we leave the computer connected, don't you think?” I indicate, playing with the strings of his sweatshirt. “Fine, I admit it, you are right, all the money is going to come in handy for these processes.” I laugh rubbing his nose with mine, then kiss him. He holds me tight as he plays with his tongue with mine. I pull away a bit, biting his lip. "I'm going to shower" I whisper into his lips ", I need to get all this sweat off from walking." "Then I am not entertaining you." he replies in a deep voice that makes my body nervous. I bite my lip, rising slowly, struggling to get away from him. I wish you would say come with me.

Once inside the shower, I let the hot water relax my muscles. It's been a long journey on foot. It is then that I feel a pressure in my back and I notice that an arm has blocked the exit of the shower. I smile when I feel Jake's skin against my body, and then start kissing my neck. "The surprise effect." he whispers, kissing behind my ear. "You always manage to get it." I say with a moan, noticing how his hand trails down my body. I turn around to face him and he pulls me against him, I place my hands on his face, pulling him towards me. His hands clamp tight against him, preventing me from falling. Big strong hands. Everything about him is bigger than me. And I mean everything. I start to feel his erection and I smile. "Admit it, you missed me a lot." I tell him, noticing how his hands go down to my butt, squeezing hard. “And you?” He corners me against the shower wall, looking at me with those hungry eyes "How much did you miss me?" I bite my lip noticing how my body reacts to his words, his look, how he holds me against him. All this… is what he wanted the most. "Too long to let only you be the one to touch me." He smiles at me mischievously and kisses me with much more desire than when we met again. I end up surrendering to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I really wouldn't know how to live without him. I need this. I need him.

After the shower, we also did it in bed, soaking the sheets with water. I didn’t care, I didn’t even realice it until we were done. It made me very happy that he uttered my name again between moans, he did it in a low voice, while I had at least shouted his name. I sit on the bed hugging my knees and he does so leaning against the headboard, bringing his hand to my face. I lean my head into his hand, like a puppy asking for affection. Perhaps so, a terrible, ordinary comparison. And still I don't care, because I'm so in love with him that I know how I behave, as if he owned me. My whole body, my lips, only belong to him. "I was thinking of a new identity for you." he tells me, and I kiss his palm, causing him to caress my lips. "Is that what you were thinking while we were doing it?" I ask, pretending to be offended. “The second thing” he replies, approaching me “, the first you.” I smile kissing him slowly. His hands caress my legs gently. “Mmm… I forgive you this time.” I answer and push my hair out of my face to see him better “But does that mean that you don't say my name in bed?” He lets out a laugh, shaking his head. "Your real name is totally allowed there." He helps me part my hair, looking into my eyes. “Thank goodness.” I smile mischievously “And what name have you thought of for my secret identity?” He looks at me with a smile. But it is not a mischievous smile, it is a smile full of love that makes me look at him also in love. If he goes on like this, I don't think it'll be long before I want another round. “I thought of Angel, it suit to you.” I roll my eyes, letting out a long breath. I will never understand why he insist on saying that I’m an angel for him, I have not done anything special, just fall in love, but for him, I was his hope. "Well, I have to admit, at least it's a nice name" I say, scooting over to him, placing my hand on his face “. I'll be Angel then.” "So it does not bother you that you have another name?" he asks me worried “You know I am not saying this because I want to make you forget everything, but because I do noy want someone to identify you and have problems because of me.” "Like if you want to call me Petra, Jake, if for you to be careful I have to call myself that to be with you, I will." He smiles at me caressing my face, and then planting a sweet kiss on me. Little by little he lays me down on the bed and I laugh when I see his smile. There is no doubt that we are both crazy for each other. We cannot be still after this reunion.

*Jake POV*

I leave her sleeping after having sex again. I cannot help but think that it was not the same without her, I missed her hands on my body. And I have noticed that her nails have grown, so she must have scratched my back. I let out a laugh thinking about it, perhaps she did it precisely to be able to scratch me like this, since I marked her in many ways when we met all over her body. Point for her this time.

After a quick shower, I go back to look at the money. It is alot. Too much even for me that I suffered from five years ago trying to keep up with what I had at that time. I was not rich, but I could not complain either, I could live comfortably at least. I look at her quickly and start to hear her talking in her sleep. I chuckle as I hear her fighting someone over a movie ticket. I let out a laugh, finding it amusing. I remember when I heard her at our first meeting. I did not expect it. But she did not bother me. I was entertained to be awake with my computer and listen to her talk. "How did you really get all this?" I ask, scratching the back of my neck, then rubbing my face trying to think clearly about the situation. I can imagine that perhaps she has achieved it by selling her things and drawing from the bank, because I don't imagine how else she could achieve it. And I know how she is perfectly, she is very careful, wanting to have everything planned. And if she has done it for me, I do not know whether to forgive myself. Yes, I am happy to have her by my side despite the fact that I myself told her that it was not an easy life and I am sure that with all this she wanted it to be, just because of her concern. I try not to get nervous, I can not complain, we have decided. Together. I look at her again, smiling. She had sacrificed her entire perfect life to be with me, someone who is not special. I go over to her and give her a kiss on the forehead, letting her continue to sleep while I go to the computer, hoping there had not been any suspicious signs since she left. I do not know if they have been watching her or if her family or friends have reported her disappearance.

I start working on her new identity, it is the best for her and they do not suspect. I chose Angel because that is how I see her, as an angel. I am not a believer, but with her, I make an exception. It is not normal for someone like her to come into my life. I know, I make the mistake of having her by my side having to flee from those who persecute me. I am a crazy. But for her. "Let's see, the last name." I do not know why I worry about something can suit with her, as if that had always been her last name. I am tempted to put mine on it, but it would be risky. And somehow, still too early for that.

I continue modifying the new card and I notice arms around my neck. I smile when I recognize the sleeves. "Good morning." She says, kissing my cheek. "Is that my sweatshirt?" I ask letting out a laugh. “Ours, you mean.” her mischievous tone makes me laugh again “Is that my new ID card?” "Yes, we just need to find someone to make an impression of-" "Parker? Seriously?” “What is wrong?” "I don't want to go by the last name Parker, it's…" She sits down next to me, never taking her eyes off the screen. “It's the most common thing I could think of.” "But I don't like it, Jake." She blinks at me, trying to make eyes like a puppy "Can I choose?" I sigh, erasing the last name, then placing it on her lap. I point with my hand, inviting her to write. "Go ahead, choose.” I see how she smiles, fixing her hair, beginning to write. I pinch the bridge of my nose when she finishes. "You are not going to be called Salvatore." I retrieve the computer and delete it. “Why? I got a chance to be Mrs. Salvatore.” She waves her hands, like she's looking at a sign with that name on it. I bring my hand to her chin, making her look at me. "That is definitely not going to happen, angel." I whisper. I see how she bites her lip. I better control myself, this time I'm working. "Okay, okay." she clears her throat, picking up the computer again "How about this one?" She finishes writing and hands it to me, moving his legs happily. “ ‘Becker’ ” I read on the screen “, alright, I accept it.” “ 'Angel Becker' “ I see how she tilts her head, thoughtful “, I'm going to have to get used to calling myself that.” “I will help you, do not worry” I kiss her forehead and she smiles at me.”, it.is better than not having a name.” I see how her expression changes, looking at me with pity. She takes my hand, squeezing it lovingly. She kisses me slowly, and then she says a few words that make my heart race. "With me you won't have to lose your identity, you'll always be Jake." He caresses my cheek carefully “. My Jake.” I will not get tired of hearing how my name sounds with the tone of her voice.

*Angel POV*

We prepared our things and put on our camouflage to go catch the bus. Jake adjusts my hood, then lowering his mask to kiss me on the forehead. "Come on." He holds out his hand to me and I accept it, leaving the room. We're supposed to go into town looking for a guy he knows who can print us our new ID. I should be worried or nervous because he's partly a criminal, but if Jake trusts him, then I'll have to, too. I put my hand in my pants pocket, but I remember that I don't have my phone with me. "What is wrong Angel?" I hear him ask, "Angel?" I look at him confused and then I remember. It's my new name. I nod, squeezing his hand tightly. "Sorry, I just realized I got rid of my cell phone." I reply a little sadly. "We will get you one, do not worry" he draws me to him and I can see his smile in his eyes, ", we need to keep in touch with each other in case a problem arises." "Let's hope never." I hug him, looking up to see his eyes. I can see love in them. love towards me

During the trip I try not to think about my family or work. By now I'd be busy fixing someone else's work. Another person having a great report. While I remain in oblivion. I wonder how my parents took the letter I left them. Did they cry? Did they call me desperately? They must have gone to my apartment to check if I'm still there or if I'm at work. Dad will surely have asked one of his co-workers for a special search. I guess that's what happens when you're their only child, always being their little girl despite being an adult.

We get to the city and it's true what Jake said, nobody pays attention to you if you go like a ghost through the city. Mixing in silence. I follow him through the streets, without letting go of his hand. He carries the travel bag in the other as if he weighed nothing despite having some computers in it. "Do not separate." he whispers, taking a quick look at me. "I wouldn't even if I could." I reply without hiding my laugh. He winks at me and I melt. I wish I could kiss him here now. He gives me a loving squeeze and I end up intertwining our fingers, not wanting to let go of him.

We come to a dark alley and I grab hold of Jake's arm, cautiously taking in everything around me. There are not many people, and they all come out of a store. “That's there” Jake nods toward the store, “, the man who's going to help us.” “He is your friend?” "No, just a guy I asked for fake IDs a long time ago" he replies, looking everywhere “. Last year I came here when I used the ones he made for me. I don't think he forgot about me.” It must make him uncomfortable to be in a place like this being illegal. But when you need help, you desperately search for anything. Even if it's help from a criminal.

The store is decorated with various works of art. I walk over to them, watching closely as I let Jake walk over to the counter. I hear him tapping in a very distinctive way on it. "Oh! It's you, kid” I hear the raspy voice of an older man, I assume he's a smoker “, I hadn't seen you in a long time, the same?” “Not for me.” I hear Jake open the backpack. "Are all the paintings fakes?" I ask and look at them. Then I look at the man. He is in his sixties, wears a slightly open plaid shirt, and is quite heavyset. From his teeth, it tells me that he is a smoker. His brown eyes look at me nervously, as if I said something wrong. "She Is an undercover cop?" he asks Jake as he points at me. "No, she is just someone very observant." I hear pride in his voice and it makes me smile. I approach them and politely shake their hands in greeting. "Nice to meet you, sir..." "Leonardo" he accepts my hand, but treats me like I'm a lady ", and you're the supposed Angel Becker." he says, looking at the computer screen. “And I assume that Leonardo is not his real name but his nickname because you’re good at his job.” I answer looking around the place. He lets out a laugh, pointing me. “Pretty good, I admit.” he says, looking at Jake. I see how he arches an eyebrow, looking at him a little suspiciously. We only need a photo of the lady, I'll go prepare everything. He leaves and leaves us alone. Jake looks at me, leaning against the counter, one arm up. "He liked you better than me." he tells me with a touch of jealousy. "That's because I'm the social one of the two." I play with the drawstrings of his sweatshirt and he lets go of my hands. “Not here, angel” he whispers, and I laugh at the joke “. I will ask him about the cell phones later.” "Do he have phones, too?" “He is multifaceted.” I avoid worrying about him. I wonder how many years he would also get for hanging out with a guy like that, doing illegal things. Leonardo returns and waves at me with his hand. "You can come and take your photo, miss." Jake sighs and I chuckle inside, walking into the room. I see that he is ready to take the photo, with the focus even well positioned. "Do you do this often?" I ask curiously, sitting down on the chair. I take off my mask, keeping it in my jacket. “I had no other way of living” he answers, preparing the camera “and you? Why are you doing this?” he looks at me frowning "You don't seem like someone who needs a false identity. Is it because of him?" I calm down, shaking my head. I don't want him to know who Jake is. "I got into trouble and he helps me." "We all get into trouble sometimes" He looks at the camera and then at me. “. Good, try to be serious, in the cards we must not show ourselves as if we were models.” I pay attention and put on a calm expression. By the time he takes the photo, nearly blinding me, I climb out of my chair and follow him outside, where Jake is with a flash drive. "Here is all the information you need to put in." He hands him the small object “. Do not forget to read everything well.” I notice something strange in his voice saying those words. He's hiding something from me. Again, like last year when he kept so many secrets from me. But I will trust that he will end up telling me, as always. “Okay” he moves the flash drive in his hand, watching it “, I'll have it for tomorrow” I see that he keeps it in his pants and dwells on us “Anything else?” “She needs a cell phone and a new phone number, something that will not be detectable.” "I'll see what I have." He walks away again and Jake pulls me close, lowering his mask a little to kiss my forehead. I smile happily. This is important to me, being with him. What does it matter to me that we have to go through a few illegal moments to be together?

The important thing is that we never separate. It's what I want most in this whole world.

Chapter 3

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reds-ramblings · 2 years

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Hey so with the prompt thing I have two ideas. You don't have to do both unless you really want to. You can pick one. I hope this is right since I've never done this before.

"How could you betray me like that?" Jake & MC

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jake & Hannah

Hello,

Thanks for the prompts. I think those are really good ones and I want to do both but not on the same post. So here is the first prompt.

Cake > Jake

I look at the clock on the wall and notice I'm down to the last five minutes of my work day. This has been one of the worst days I've had in years. The deadlines for three projects were moved up to tomorrow from next week. Because of this, I had to do a week's worth of work in a day. Well, technically, more than a week, because I am a procrastinator. I had to work through my lunch break, so not only am I angry and exhausted, but I'm starving as well. The only thought keeping me sane today is that I have an amazing boyfriend and a slice of German chocolate cake waiting for me at home.

I'm putting the final touches on one of the presentations I've been preparing when I look at the clock again, and it is time to go home. I shut down my computer, grab my bag, and head down to the parking garage to my car. The whole drive home, all I can think of is that slice of cake. I get home, rush into the kitchen, drop my bag on the counter, and open the fridge. I hear Jake sneak up behind me, and before I know it, he wraps his arms around my middle.

"How was work today, babe?" He asks.

"Awful," I say nonchalantly and turn to face him. "Where's my cake?"

"What cake?"

"The German chocolate cake. I had one piece left, and it was here this morning."

"Umm, about that," Jake says, and I can see a blush creep up his neck and across his face. "I may have had it for lunch."

"You what?!" I ask in disbelief while trying to keep myself from crying.

"It had been in the fridge for two days. I didn't think you were going to eat it."

"How could you? How could you betray me like that?"

"MC, it's just cake, not an act of betrayal." He says in a calm tone that makes me even angrier.

"It's not just cake! It's my favorite cake!"

"I'm sor-"

"No!" I cut him off. "I am done with you! I want you out of my house!"

"Seriously? Over cake?" He says dumbfounded.

"I had a horrible day, and all I could think about was coming home and eating my favorite cake, and you ruined that for me! I'm going to take a shower. I want you gone by the time I get out."

Without giving him a chance to respond, I storm off to the bedroom and slam the door behind me. I strip off my clothes, turn on the water, and step in before the water even has a chance to warm up. I start sobbing and allow the water to wash away all of the tears. Am I overreacting? Yes, I am fully aware of that, but I am just so hurt.

After a very long shower and some very hard crying, I come to my senses. Did I really just break up with my boyfriend over cake? "Shit!" I mutter to myself, remembering I told him I wanted him out. I turn off the water, grab a towel, and quickly wrap myself in it before rushing out of the bathroom. I rush into the living room and realize he's already gone. I slowly walk back into the bedroom and sit on the bed. I start sobbing once again at the fact that he's gone. Now, I have no cake and no boyfriend. Those were the two things I wanted to come home to, and now I don’t have either. There's a knock on the bedroom door, starling me.

"Go away," I say, defeated.

"MC, please let me come in," Jake says poking his head around the door.

"Fine."

He walks in with a plate in his hands; on, it is a piece of German chocolate cake and a fork.

"You bought more cake?" I ask.

"I had to go to three bakeries and two supermarkets before I found German chocolate cake, but I would do anything for you."

"Why? I was so mean to you."

He takes the plate, places it in my hands on my lap, and kneels in front of me. He gently wipes my tears away.

"Because I never want to be the cause of your tears. Unless they are happy tears, of course. So, am I forgiven?" I nod and start to dig into the cake. Jake lets out a chuckle. "I can't believe you were going to break up with me over cake."

"I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me." I mumble with my mouth full.

"I'll leave you alone with your cake, and go start dinner." He gets up, kisses my forehead, and walks out of the bedroom. I can't help but smile. Now I have both my boyfriend and my cake again. All is right in the world.

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cloudytaemin · 2 years

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Sugar (Act V)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Depression, Alcohol

WC: 2.61k

A/N: This one is kind of angsty, but maybe it's sweet too :)

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @nirvanawrites111

A soft hand rubs up and down your arm, stirring you awake. "Good morning, y/n," Taemin smiles down at you, standing above the bed.

It seems that he's been awake a while, clad in a suit and his bangs neatly swept to the sides of his face. "Morning, Daddy," you yawn. You purposefully act slightly seductive in hopes of getting him to not focus on last night. Who can think about your trouble when they're busy fucking you for their own pleasure? Exactly, nobody.

"Do you have work today?" You question, signaling to his suit that you took observation of a few moments earlier.

"Yes, my driver will pick you up in a bit to take you home," he purses his lips. "I was hoping that I could stay home with you today, but my schedule calls for otherwise."

Part of you was glad, you could get back to your dorm and work on a few essays.

Just like Taemin said, one of his drivers were there to pick you up and help you get home.

Once you arrive in your single dorm, you slump into your desk chair and open your computer. What greets your eyes isn't foreign, but you'd forgotten you'd even done it. Taemin's instagram glows on your screen, elegant yet full of parties at the same time.

Forgetting your assignments, you begin to scroll down it again just to find quite a few shirtless photos and even a few of him in the shower, none of them something Instagram would ban, but something that could definitely get you aroused.

Despite how caring and kind Taemin was to you at most moments, that kiss really put a spark in you. When your lips reconnected for the second time last night, fireworks went off in your brain and you felt the extreme need for more. Then wasn't the time, though.

You text Taemin despite knowing that he's at work. Tonight you would try to get something out of him, even if it risked the contract. You were longing to feel loved, the way that was safe and didn't result in immeasurable pain.

y/n: hey are we gonna meet tonight

T: I thought tomorrow was your day off.

Class wasn't until 2 pm that day. It could wait, one night couldn't hurt, could it?

y/n: yeah but its okay im not busy until the afternoon

T: I think you should look after your family member.

Fuck, you forgot you told him that lie. You could just say they died, right?

y/n: they passed away the other day, unfortunately :(

T: Don't you have a funeral to plan, then?

T: I think we should talk about this in person. Come meet me for lunch. Same cafe as usual, driver will be there in ten.

You're in deep shit. You can tell just by him asking to talk in person.

Taemin scowls as he reads through your short conversation again in the back of his car, he can't believe you lied to him. He isn't one for lies, they aren't to be taken lightly. After how he treated you, you can only do this in return?

Maybe you were just a selfish slut who manipulated him with your emotions, just like the last one did. Just like the one before that, and the one that came before that. None of them have real emotions, you all just want to use him. He had thought there might be something real, how fucking stupid of him.

You're all only there for sex, he should stop opening himself up and showing compassion. It's all a waste, he thinks.

The air is unbearably tense as you both arrive at the cafe and sit down. "Do you want to go first, or am I going to tell you what you've done wrong, like the worthless manipulative whore you are?"

It hurt, his words hurt. You may have lied, but you weren't a whore. You would never ever try to hurt him, especially since this was starting to be more than just a work deal. He was too supportive.

You decide to say nothing and continue to stare down at your lap, anxiousness building in your chest.

"What, are you going to sit there and try to cry?" He was angry beyond words, just spitting out anything that came to mind. Even if somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was true, every thought was incoherent as he'd been not only angered but even a bit disappointed.

"Fine. I guess I'm telling you then. Did you lie to me or not? Being indifferent about a family member's death and then trying to meet just recently after they passed? We've had four, today makes five days y/n. There's only two days left in our trial contract. I'm going to go ahead and guess that you lied, so now's your chance to confess." His face is cold as he drills his eyes into the top of your head, your eyes directed into your lap.

"I'm a college student. I'm just trying to save up so I don't have to pay college tuition for the rest of my life," you meet his eyes despite the tears brimming your own.

"I'm not a whore, and I'm not trying to fake any of these emotions. I'm a human being, just like anyone else, I may not have as much skill as those other women that you get to do this for you, but I'm sensitive. I have shit going on, okay? Fucking hell, I honestly don't even know if I can follow through on the last two days," you begin a mild rant, hurting at not only his words but how much this impacts you after the past few days and how much emotion they've had.

"I don't understand why you won't just fuck me and make me leave like all the rest and then flaunt me around, I don't get why this is somehow like a relationship and it's scary, I won't even lie. I just want you to use me so this arrangement can be done, I don't get why you won't just fuck me," you finish, tears now flowing from your eyes.

"You want to be fucked? Is that what you want? I was trying to be nice. I always try to," he growls, slamming his hand on the table. "But I suppose that was worthless, no? You want to show Daddy what you're worth? Then I'll let you. Let's go, y/n, and I'll show you what you really signed up for if the kindness isn't enough." Taemin stands and yanks you from your chair, storming out of the cafe with you in tow.

"I-I don't think you need to go this far, I-" you stumble over your words as he shoves you in the backseat.

"Fine then, if it's that bad, then say the word 'contract' when you get too far. I may be mean but I'm not a fucking rapist." He slams the door after he finishes his sentence and hops in the back seat shortly after next to you.

He kisses you roughly just a second after he tells the driver to go home, and somehow you decide that his lips on yours are exactly what you wanted and needed. Even if this wasn't the setting, you were unconsciously falling back into your routine of letting the men do whatever they wanted to you.

You think about the last time the two of you kissed and hesitate for just a moment. This was so different from before, that one was so delicate while this one is so hungry and angry. You quickly remind yourself to just go with it. This is what you wanted, right?

"y/n..." Kibum chuckles as he breathes against your neck. You stir softly before waking from your sleep, yawning a bit.

"Good morning, Bummie.." you yawn again.

Kibum begins to trail kisses up your neck before sticking his hand into your pants and immediately into your warmth. "Kibum..." you groan. "I'm sore, please..." you pout slightly, carving the look of the drywall into your brain for the thousandth time.

Kibum's face blocks the view of it just a few moments later, forcing his lips onto yours and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You groan slightly and push him away, complaining again. "Bum, I really am sore."

He proceeds by beginning to pull your pants down and insert his rock hard cock into your hole, earning an upset but also pleased moan from you. He continued to kiss you roughly, whispering how good you obeyed him.

At the memory of Kibum you shatter internally slightly. You couldn't do this, it wasn't right, this wasn't like you or Kibum, it wasn't like any of the ones you'd had before. You couldn't keep denying that.

You feel the car come to a stop as you arrive at Taemin's parking garage, him forcefully pulling you out of the car and pulling you into the elevator to ride up to the floor he owns, well, his penthouse, floor, they're the same to you by now. He fumbles with his passcode and quickly opens the door, slamming you against it harshly.

His lips attach to yours again, no words being shared between the two of you as he explores every inch of you with his hands and tongue. His thigh presses between yours and you break away, panting. "I- I don't know if we should- I don't think.." you struggle to get words out of your mouth as the memory of Kibum echoes through your head, his harsh and forceful ways reflecting on Taemin right now.

"You're the one who asked." Taemin says curtly, lifting you up and hiking your legs around his thin waist before walking to the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed and starts to pull off your shirt and bra, attaching his mouth to your nipple.

"You're my slut to do what I wish with, you're just a useless body for me to use for my own pleasure." Taemin looks into your eyes as he says it, their orbs dark and void of emotion.

"Mine, you're mine to do whatever I want with. Never forget that, you're mine and you serve only for me, y/n. Only me," Kibum pinches your nipples.

His words echo in your head as tears brim in your eyes while Taemin's hands travel all along your sides and breasts. "Please," you let out in a tearful gasp. "I can't, contract, contract, I can't. Please, I'll do anything..." you break down into sobs and watch as Taemin's face turns sour and he sits up, kneeling on the soft covers of his bed.

His mouth falls open slightly as if he had been wanting to say something, but all he does is place your shirt next to you and get up softly, walking out of the room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You take shaky breaths as tears flow from your cheeks. Maybe it was okay if he was someone else, but he was Taemin, he was Taemin... that was who he was and you didn't like him just because he gave you money anymore..

You hear shuffling around the house before the front door slams, shaking you just a bit as you continue to try and calm yourself down. Gone. He was gone. But why did he leave instead of kicking you out?

You stand quietly from the bed and pull on your shirt, your feet padding softly against the hardwood floor as you make your way to get out of the room. You turn the handle slowly as the darkness is flooded by moonlight through the crack you've made. You peek your head out and check that nobody is present before making your way to the guest room to try and sleep off your emotions.

You stare at the ceiling as you try to drift off, sleep eventually greeting your tired brain and eyes.

The sound of the front door slamming yet again awakens you. You roll over and pick up your phone, seeing the time was 4:53. The worst part about this penthouse was that the walls between the rooms were too thin, letting anyone hear anything and everything.

You listen as the door to Taemin's room clicks open. Little do you know his face is falling as he sees the empty bed and his mildly drunken state isn't helping. He sighs and flops onto the bed, tears welling in his eyes. "Fuck, why did you ruin me?" He talks to himself, slamming his right fist on the bed and groaning.

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath, listening as he begins to scream. "Why did you fucking use me? I thought I loved you, but now you've left me and I tried to fuck you out of anger, why did you use me? Why did you make it seem like you weren't only there to be my useless human accessory, why y/n? Fuck you.. fuck you..." Taemin breaks down into tears as he screams, pulling at his hair.

You hear remnants of yourself in his breakdown, tears welling in your own eyes at his emotion. He continues to question why he ever considered letting you in, showing you more than just the ATM side of him and even feeling something. "I can't believe you were only looking to save yourself like all of the others."

You can't bear to hear anymore after that, jumping out of bed and storming into his room. Tears stream as you shakily assert yourself, Taemin's terrified face questioning why you were even there still.

"You're here, what the fuck, what the fuck...!"

"Please, I can't- I'm... I didn't use you, I pushed myself away because I was so afraid of my feelings, I can't keep telling myself that I'm only here for your money because I'm not.. the memories of Kibum echo constantly and I can't keep getting money with those scars, and you... you..." you stop and take a deep breath. "You comforted me though them, you understood, you made me feel like it was okay to be broken... it wasn't just a game with you, I don't know what I'm saying but I swear to god I never used you and I never wanted you to use me and fuck me. Never, ever, I was just so confused as to why you cared instead of disregarding everything that was wrong with me." You pant as your tears continue to fall, out of breath from the exertion and mental pain.

Taemin blinks at you slowly, his face red and puffy from tears. His voice is hoarse and he stumbles over his words as he says them. "You really didn't use me?" He runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes and sighs, thinking about this. Could he really trust this again? You lied so many times... but you also showed him so many raw emotions...

"I never did, really, I'm so sorry..." you wipe your eyes as they keep fogging up, sniffles becoming uncontrollable.

He opens his arms and waves his hands for you to come into his arms. You purse your lips and pout strongly before falling into his embrace. He wraps them around you tightly and pets your head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pulling his covers up over the both of you.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as he encourages you to go to sleep so the both of you can talk tomorrow.

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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Lock & Key-CH.2/?.. (18+ Fic)

(Cover is mine)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/OFC

Summary: Reader discovers something...interesting about her boyfriend, Drew while using his computer.

Tags: Domme/Sub, 18+, Fem Dom, chastity, orgasm denial... more tags TBD.

Total Word Count: 5,820

Even though he said not to, I still waited all night for Drew to come home.

At first I waited in the bedroom. Then, I made my way downstairs to the living room at around 2am, and he still wasn't home.

Thankfully, our couch was comfortable enough to double as a bed, otherwise my neck and my back would've been going through hell by the time I woke up a few hours later.

I called Sheamus a little while before going to bed, feeling like I could breathe again when I was told Drew was in fact with him like I suspected.

Coming into the kitchen, I got a massive sense of deja vu when my eyes landed on Drew's broad back as he made breakfast.

I made sure he heard me shuffling into the kitchen before I snaked my arms around his waist from behind.

''Morning..'' he said softly. From his tone alone, I could tell he felt regret about walking out the way he did, and I squeezed him affectionately, breathing in his familiar sent as I kissed his back in response.

''Morning,'' I said just as softly before moving to stand next to him, much like I had the day before, and I breathed in the sweet scent of French toast.

I itched lightly at my shoulder over Drew's shirt that I wore to sleep the night before and lightly bumped his hip with mine.

''French toast, uh?'' I teased him with a half smile, watching a crimson blush wash over his cheeks.

He moved quickly to plate our breakfast and we moved to sit at the table, sitting in silence for a few moments until I decided to be the one to break it.

''Is this your way of apologizing, D?'' I asked him, drizzling some maple syrup on my French toast and bacon before beginning to eat.

The way he looked at me through his lashes, and then back at his plate with his face still bright red almost made me giggle. But I quickly took a sip of orange juice to hide it, wanting him to feel comfortable about talking to me.

''Is it working?'' He mumbled in his raspy voice, and now I finally chuckled watching him begin to smile shyly as well.

I hummed in thought and slowly nodded, winking at him as a single dimple appeared on his cheek.

''Maybe..'' I chuckled, shrugging loosely.

He took a sip from his own glass of orange juice and looked me in the eye with an earnest look on his face.

''I really am sorry for reacting that way. And for speaking to you that way. You didn't deserve it,'' he said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. I gave his hand a squeeze in return.

''Look..I'm more upset that you left. I know I'm not one to talk- I've done that shit to you before as well. But I just..I don't want that to become a habit, yknow?..We pride ourselves in having so much trust in each other but, being able to talk to each other is part of that. So..can we promise each other that we won't walk out when shit gets too deep? Especially if..if we wanna take this relationship in a different direction. You're gonna have to learn to trust me a hell of a lot more..'' I said carefully, completely expecting him to once again close off on me. But to my surprise, he nodded after a few seconds and gave me a much broader grin.

''You're right.. I promise. It won't happen again,'' he stressed, squeezing my hand again.

“Good.'' I replied, playfully sticking my tongue out at him, letting him know it was water under the bridge at this point before we continued to eat.

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Once we were done with breakfast and had taken showers and brushed our teeth, we laid down on the couch and cuddled while watching the morning news, until we decided to flick on a movie instead.

The silence was comfortable this time, with idle chatter every so often as we watched the movie.

I could practically hear him thinking, though. I knew he was stressed out about this, though he promised to talk to me about it. I knew there was so much he wanted to say, and so much to think about. And I think I knew where his turmoil was coming from.

''Drew..I can hear you thinking, babe. What's up?'' I mumbled against his chest.

But instead of answering my question, he shocked me for a second time that day and answered me with a question of his own.

''Can I see the stuff that you bought for me?'' He asked almost timidly. For a moment his eyes didn't leave the tv screen until he turned to look into my shocked gaze with a nervous yet determined look in his eyes.

I sat up straighter and eyed him before I nodded in reply.

''Mhm.. sure,'' I smiled at him. '' I'll go grab it. And..D?''

''Yeah,'' he replied, smiling as I threaded our fingers together.

I wanted him to know that there was no rush on my part. That we could take our time if we needed to.

''We don't have to start right away, if you're not ready. Okay? We can take our time,'' I stressed to him, feeling my entire body grow warm as he kissed me lovingly and gave me a grateful smile.

''I know, love..thank you,''he softly said, kissing my hand before I got up to grab my recent purchases.

I could see how overwhelmed he became as soon as I began laying out everything onto the coffee table in front of us. But I didn't say anything as he looked over the different devices and the lubes that I purchased.

I almost cracked a joke as I watched him reach for one of the items laid out in front of him, only to pull back as if he'd get bitten if he wasn't careful. But I didn't say a word. I let him take everything in, until he finally picked up a device called The Cell Mate and he began to inspect it with determined curiosity.

''How does this one work?'' He asked me as he looked the device over, then looked to me.

I played with the hem of my shirt as I dug through my brain for what I was told about that particular device by the saleswoman at the shop I went to.

''It's controlled with an app. Via Bluetooth. The app also has the option to match you with other key holders and stuff. Kinda cool!'' I said, hearing the excitement in my own voice. I tried to dial it back but it was difficult, and he gave me a small smile, hearing the excitement in my voice as well.

''That does sound cool...what's with all the lube?'' He laughed softly, setting the device back on the coffee table and running his hands over his pants before bringing them back to his lap. He still seemed a little nervous but, watching him relax back on the couch again in turn made me relax more.

I shrugged, laughing as I took in everything as well.

''I dunno. I mean either way we'd probably need the lube to use this stuff. Or if anything we could just try the lube itself, no biggie. Can never have too much lube!'' I chuckled with him joining in this time.

I ran my fingers lightly through his hair as he seemed to sag against me while we went back to cuddling on the couch.

''You ok, babe?'' I murmured, now lightly scratching my fingernails against his scalp. I smiled as he sighed pleasantly against me.

‘'Yeah..I'm alright. Just..'' he trailed and I decided to help him out.

''A little overwhelmed?'' I chuckled softly and he nodded, confirming my thoughts.

''Well, that's okay. This is all new. For both of us. It's okay to be a little overwhelmed and nervous. Or even a lot,'' I said gently.

I felt him nod again and I kissed the top of his head, wanting to soothe his worries as best I could.

''..I don't know if I wanna try this out, yet..'' he mumbled. He sounded almost embarrassed and I felt a sad pang in chest at the sound of it.

''Alright, it's okay.. Can I ask what's holding you back exactly?..Aside from this being a new thing, obviously.'' I asked as gently as I could, moving my hand down to comfortingly rub his arm.

He shook his head, staying silent for a moment as he gathered his thoughts and quietly began to voice them.

''I dunno! It's just..'' he began, sighing deeply as if frustrated with himself. ''It's just a lot. Our whole dynamic is gonna change and that's..I'm so used to being in control- and I'm so used to other people seeing me that way. And even though this is going to be kept between us, it..''

''You're worried that this makes you less of a man,'' I answered for him. ''Especially since you're like, quadruple my size..'' I chuckled lightly as he nodded in confirmation.

''...okay. How bout this. Why don't you wear it- when you're ready for however long you're ready to wear it, and you be the key holder for a while? Just until you get more comfortable with even just wearing whatever device you choose? And then you could hand things over to me. I can't force you to be comfortable with this. That has to come from you.''

''But doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose?'' He asked, lightly running the pad of his fingers underneath my shirt, causing goosebumps to raise up on my skin.

''Hm..I don't think so! Cuz you'd still have the limitation of not being able to cum but, you're giving it to yourself. You don't even have to tell me when you have it on if you don't wanna. Plus maybe it'll make you feel more comfortable to wear it if you were the only to know that you're wearin it,'' I shrugged, wrinkling my nose.

''Does that make sense?'' I asked him and I was relieved when he let out an affirmative hum and nodded.

''It does, love,'' he said, continuing to run his fingers along my skin rhythmically. ''I think if I'd actually give this a try I'd wanna do it that way.''

His words made me smile. I was endlessly proud of this man.

''Alright, cool..I love you.'' I murmured to him, smiling and pecking his lips as he lifted his eyes toward mine.

''I love you more,'' he said smiling at me. His eyes and his entire energy were less frenzied. Less anxious. And that made me so happy.

''I love you most,'' I smiled wider.

''...you win. This time,'' he mumbled, rolling his eyes playfully.

I giggled at the sight and gave him another, more sound kiss.

''I always win.''

(Next Part)

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maddieladner1999 · 8 months

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Bad idea right? Chapter 5

This chapter continues right after the last. The boys finally have sex and celebrate Ricky passing his exams and getting into college with EJ!

After EJ went back to school the normal texting resumed. They didn’t FaceTime at first to focus on their studying for midterms but they started their scheduled FaceTimes again after the exams. Ricky passed with all As. EJ did too. They decided to celebrate. Ricky figured since EJ visited him last he would go see him. He decided to spend the weekend with him. He left after school on Friday the week after midterms.

Once Ricky arrived he went straight to EJ’s dorm after texting him he was here and EJ telling him he was in his dorm. Ricky does a quick knock. EJ answers.

EJ: it’s only been like a month. Missed me?

Ricky: texting isn’t enough. I needed to see your face. I figured in person was better. We’ll get back to FaceTime next week

EJ: good. (EJ pushes Ricky to the bed)

Ricky: that was fast

EJ: we didn’t exactly get to do this the last few times we saw each other in person. We’re alone. It’s the perfect opportunity

Ricky: carry on them sweetheart

EJ and Ricky don’t just do blowjobs this time. They go for it. EJ finds his condoms in his drawer and starts with his fingers. After Ricky is wide enough he goes inside. It’s been so long since he had any kind of pleasure he unfolds within minutes. Ricky immediately repays the favor. After sex, the boys order some food and eat on the floor again. They watch glee and try not to sing as it’s getting late.

EJ: as much as I love watching this with you on FaceTime in person is by far way better

Ricky: oh yeah? Why’s that?

EJ: because you’re reactions aren’t a second off because technology and I get to do things like this (EJ places his hand on Ricky’s thigh)

Ricky: if we’re going to the random hand placing thing my hands are inching to play with that hair of yours. Which by the way looks extremity sexy already from the sex.

EJ: go ahead. I love it when you play with my hair.

Ricky attacks EJ’s hair with his hands with such force EJ immediately goes to his lap.

EJ: so much for putting my hand on your thigh. It’s a little hard to do now.

Ricky: it’s alright sweetheart. We’ll take turns.

They focus on the show again until they fall asleep. When they wake up the next day, they are spooning. Ricky being the little spoon is a surprise given it wasn’t the position they were in last night. And the computer was off so Ricky must have turned it off because EJ knows he didn’t. Ricky wakes up a few minutes later with the cutest bed head he’s ever seen

EJ: nice hair

Ricky: same to you.

EJ: did you turn the computer off last night?

Ricky: yeah after you fell asleep. I couldn’t watch our show without you.

EJ: I’ve seen it before I wouldn’t be too mad.

Ricky: still. We watch it together. Wasn’t messing with that.

EJ: you’re the best you know that?

Ricky: of course I am.

EJ: so I guess we get the day and most of tomorrow?

Ricky: yep! You wanna keep watching glee or do we have plans today?

EJ: well I wasn’t expecting you until 2 days ago so no plans made but we can come up with something on the fly. And we’ll do that today and watch glee tomorrow

Ricky: sounds good. I’m gonna shower first if that’s ok

EJ: that’s fine. You brought clothes or are you wearing mine?

Ricky: I brought some but if that’s an invitation I will gladly accept.

EJ: well I would love to see you in my clothes so yes it is.

Ricky: pick me out an outfit?

EJ: already on it baby.

Ricky: be back in a few.

The bathroom is luckily all EJ’s since he’s an RA, so Ricky just goes on in. He didn’t bring any soap since he planned on smelling like EJ. He hopes the scent can come home with him. He makes a mental note of what brands EJ uses to buy some for himself. Just to smell. He’s done pretty quickly and comes out the bathroom to find EJ shirtless looking through his clothes

Ricky: still looking for the perfect outfit for me?

EJ: No actually I’m looking for my hoodie to give you while it’s still cool enough for one.

Ricky: you should’ve brought it to sectionals or hell even when you came home for winter break

EJ: I know but I didn’t think of it then.

Ricky: it’s ok. Maybe I’ll loan you mine instead.

EJ: no I want to see you in MY hoodie

Ricky: so assertive.

EJ: you look good in my clothes and it’s always nice to see you on FaceTime but you’re never wearing anything of mine. Now you will be able too

Ricky: that’s adorable. So what am I wearing today?

EJ: it’s laying on the bed. (Pulls something out of the drawer) found it. Here.

Ricky: (catches the hoodie) is it cold today?

EJ: yeah. Wouldn’t need to give it to you now if it wasn’t.

Ricky: right. Well thanks. You gonna shower?

EJ: yeah going now be back in a few baby

EJ showers pretty quick and is dressed even quicker. They’re soon off in EJ’s car on their way wherever they decide to go. They stop for breakfast at the nearby McDonald’s before heading to a roller skating rink. The decide it’s be fun since they both had never done it before. May even be funny. After renting some roller skates they laced up and got in the rink. It was easier than they thought.

Ricky: you’re kinda good at this

EJ: you’re not so bad yourself.

After a few hours the boys were tired and decided to head back. They grabbed some Taco Bell on the way and ate in the car. After laying on the floor from tiredness, the boys decided to watch some more glee. They did just that until they went to sleep again. EJ turning it off this time before kissing Ricky on his forehead goodnight.

The next day Ricky wakes up first. He doesn’t even move because EJ’s grip is so tight he can’t. Once EJ wakes up the grip gets looser and Ricky sits up.

EJ: you good?

Ricky: yeah just a small bed need a stretch

EJ: right. Well you showering first or can I?

Ricky: go ahead.

EJ takes a longer shower today doing some overthinking. Ricky seems to be far away. He hopes he’s not doing the running away thing again. He hasn’t had Ricky very long but he isn’t ready to lose him yet. He thought they were doing good. Now he’s not so sure.

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While EJ is in the shower, Ricky gets a text from Gina.

Gina: hey study buddy how did you do on your exams?

Ricky: good. I got all A’s!

Gina: that’s great. You with EJ?

Ricky: yeah coming home later why what’s up?

Gina: oh nothing just saw you leave on Friday so fast thought maybe you were off to visit him. I wasn’t trying to be weird I just wanted to know how you did on your tests as your tutor.

Ricky: I figured as much. Is that all?

Gina: yep. You have fun now. See you at rehearsal tomorrow

The wildcats were putting on a production of tinker bell this year and as soon as tickets came out last week, Ricky is 100% certain that EJ bought the first one. Soon EJ was exiting the bathroom and getting dressed. Ricky gets up to take his turn but is stopped by EJ

EJ: hey you seemed far away earlier everything ok?

Ricky: yes of course. I was just thinking about how I have to leave you later and got a little upset about it

EJ: so we’re cool?

Ricky: yes we’re cool. I hate when you leave. I hate leaving you.

EJ: I’m always a text away

Ricky: I know but it’s not the same. I can’t play with your hair or wake up in your arms.

EJ: well once you finish school this semester and hopefully get in here you can join me and never leave me side with the exception of class and work and extracurricular activities

Ricky: well I guess it’s a good thing I got my acceptance letter in

EJ: you did? Why didn’t you tell me?

Ricky: I got it in Thursday. I wanted to surprise you.

EJ: is that why you came? Other than missing my face

Ricky: yeah that and passing my midterms. Gina is one hell of a tutor.

EJ: I know. She’s so smart. I’m glad you could stay friends.

Ricky: just because we didn’t work our doesn’t mean we couldn’t be friends

EJ: I know but still.

Ricky: alright I’m gonna go shower now. Get the laptop ready.

EJ: no we’re going to celebrate with a nice lunch.

Ricky: did we sleep through breakfast?

EJ: kinda. And I meant brunch so it’s kinda both.

Ricky: sounds good.

After Ricky’s shower, he gets dressed (in EJ’s clothes again obviously) and they hit the road to this nice restaurant serving brunch. They’re too young for mimosas but they still have a good time with the food. They have a water toast to celebrate. Ricky can’t wait for the school year to be over so he can see EJ everyday. EJ is thinking the same thing.

Ricky goes home after a few more episodes of glee. They’re halfway through season 3 now and he’s gonna miss watching it next to EJ and playing with that beautiful head of hair. They don’t watch as many episodes in FaceTime as they did this weekend. They might get though 2 sometimes 3. They get back to their regular routine until it’s time for nationals which is luckily one week before opening night which means he gets to see EJ 2 weekends in a row. He’s never been more excited.

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duskwoodgirl4life · 1 year

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Chapter 8

Jake and MC spent a wonderful night together just cuddling up together in bed, when MC woke the next morning Jake wasn't in bed she looked round but he was nowhere to be seen. MC got up as she opened the bedroom door and she could smell coffee and pancakes cooking.

MC: Jake, have you done all this for me?

Jake: good morning beautiful, yeah I wanted to surprise you

MC: oh Jake, this is so sweet of you thank you

Jake: sit down and I will get you some coffee the pancakes are nearly done

Jake went to flip the last pancake once it was done he brought the stack over to the table then grabbed MC a coffee.

MC: Jake this is all so amazing

Jake: I just wanted to do something special for you, I know I've got a long way to go yet

MC: about that Jake, I know I said I wanted to take things slow but

Jake: What is MC?

MC: Jake, all I want is to go back to how things were before you left

Jake: Is that really what you want?

MC: Yes, it's really what I want I love you Jake I love you more than I can say I just want to be with you

Jake: I love you MC more than anything in the world

MC took hold of Jake's hand interlacing her fingers, Jake leaned forwards and kissed MC lightly on the lips. They both enjoyed breakfast together talking and laughing both having a great time. After breakfast Jake helped MC wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen.

MC: What happens now?

Jake: I need to find somewhere to live infant keep staying on the motel

MC: you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need

Jake: Are you asking me to move in with you?

MC: I am yes

Jake took hold of MC kissing her on the lips leaning his forehead against hers he whispered into her ear.

Jake: I'd love to move in

MC: why don't we go get your stuff you can use the spare bedroom as an office if you like

Jake: you are so sweet, come on let's go get my stuff

They both went to the motel and packed up Jake's stuff, he checked out of the motel and went back to MCs apartment or rather their apartment now. Jake didn't have much stuff, just a few changes of clothes and his computer stuff. Jake went to set up his computers in the now office while MC made some coffee.

MC was standing looking out of the window when she felt Jake's arms wrap around her waist, she felt his warmth as he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Jake and MC had been living together now for a few weeks and everything was going really well. MC spoke with her boss and got him a job working with her on financial reports, they had never been happier. It was now the weekend and they decided to invite Jessy and Richy round for dinner. While MC was in the shower Jake got a text on his phone from someone he hadn't heard from in awhile. He pulled his phone out to take a look at the message.

Ray: long time no speak Jake, I need your help meet me at the old abandoned warehouse on avenue way at midnight

Jake: I'm sorry but I'm out of the business now I've moved on get someone else to do it

Ray: Have you forgotten who it was that helped get the FBI off your back? Have you forgotten who picked you up from the gutter and made you the person you are today be there at midnight

Jake put his phone down and started walking back and forth l trying to figure out what to tell MC. Everything was going so well for them she had finally started to trust him Jake walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. He opened the door slowly letting the steam out and saw MC stood in front of the mirror drying her hair with the towel.

MC: Hey you, what's up?

Jake: I have to tell you something

MC: What is it?

Jake: I got a text from Ray, I told you about him how he helped me

MC: yeah I remember, what does he want?

Jake: he wants me to help him out again

MC: He can't be serious, what does he want?

Jake: Well he said to meet him tonight at midnight and I will find out, I needed to tell you I couldn't keep it from you

MC: Jake, it's okay thank you for telling me it means a lot do you want me to come with you?

Jake: you stay here it's a lot safer than being around him, I don't know how long I will be it could take a couple days maybe longer

MC: promise you will come back to me

Jake: I will be counting down the minutes

MC: should we cancel Jessy and Richy coming over?

Jake: no need to do that, we can still have a wonderful night don't worry MC I promise I will be back I won't leave you alone ever again

Jake held MC in his arms and kissed her softly, he looked into her eyes and he could see how worried she was. She had that same look in her eyes the last time Jake had to leave her.

Jake's POV

I see that same look in her eyes, the same look I saw when I would check on her. I know she's worried about me not coming back. I so badly want to stay with her. I want to be able to protect her.

I see her typing away on her phone. I know she's texting Jessy and canceling dinner, she will tell her she's not feeling too good and I will be looking after her.

I watch as she walks back over to me. The worried look on her face tells me everything I know what I must do. I can't lose now , not ever.

Jake: MC, I love you more than anything in this whole world, we have had so many good times together. When you went into hiding with me I was so happy I had you by my side MC.

I wanted to wait to give you this but I think now is the right time.

Jake pulled out a box from his pocket and opened it up, inside was a silver heart locket pendant. Inside was a picture of Jake and MC on the back was an engraved message that said. I love you, you are my past, present and future.

Tears fell from MC's eyes Jake wrapped his arms around her holding on till she calmed down.

MC: oh Jake, it's beautiful thank you I love it I love you

Jake: I love you MC, I promise I will come back

MC: you better had

Jake kissed MC with such passion it was hard to pull away, once the kiss had broken Jake went into the office to get his backpack. MC sat on the floor by the office holding onto the locket Jake had given her. Tears fell from her eyes; she could no longer control her emotions; everything just came out.

MCs POV

I'm sitting here on the floor holding this beautiful pendant Jake's just given me, I have to watch him walk out of my life. I don't know if I can do this again. I don't know that I even want to know, who the hell is this guy anyway?! He texts Jake out of nowhere expecting him to come running.

Jake's promised me he will come back to me. Do I believe that he will do, do I believe that he's going to come walking back through that door. I have to believe that he will do it. I need to hold on to the fact that he will come back to me.

I pull myself up from the floor and walk into the office, Jake is packing his backpack. I stand and watch him for a few minutes taking all of him in. I can't believe I am about to say what I am going to say but they need to be said.

MC: Jake, I know you promised that you will return to me, I know you mean that more than anything. I want you to know I love you so much but I am letting you go. It's the right thing to do.

Jake: MC, I am going to come back I won't leave you not like last time

MC: I know, every part of me hurts but it's the only way

MC kissed Jake on the cheek taking his hand putting the pendent into his hand, she walked out of the room closing the door. She went into the kitchen and just sank to the floor in tears.

Jake came out of the office and he could hear MC crying. It was breaking his heart that he had to do this he picked up his backpack and left the apartment. Jake wanted to walk back inside that apartment and take MC in his arms more than anything but he knew he couldn't.

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postwarlevi · 2 years

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Mornings with your self ship

In no particular order!

Who are you self shipping?

1 Are you working out together this morning?

2 Breakfast in bed? Who makes it/what is made?

3 They're in a hurry and you're off, how do you help them get ready?

4 You leave a note in their lunchbox, what does it say?

5 You fell asleep last night and are finishing the tv show/movie in bed. What are you watching?

6 Lazy morning! Who finally gets up first and why?

7 Who takes the longest in the bathroom? Does the other person care?

8 You get on the computer together to look up videos. What are you watching?

9 What type of puzzle do you sit around and complete together? (crossword, jigsaw, sudoku, etc)

10 Back to movies/tv, you're having a marathon! Pick a series!

11 You have to go outside! What chore do you do together?

12 It's your day off together and your phone is ringing. Who is it, what do they want, and how do you respond?

13 You're up first and dancing around the kitchen. What do they do when they wake up and see?

14 You're daydreaming together about your next vacation. Tell us about it!

15 Reading in bed together! Do you have a newspaper, book, magazine...? Do they have the same?

This is very random but I hope you have fun!

tagging: @levisbrat25 @hauntedhousecat @sckerman @levi-supreme @nelapanela94 @ack3rlady @m-jelly @yakaaamoz @whattheheckmidoriya @chaotic-nick @happybird16

If this isn't your thing no worries! Anyone who wants to do this go for it! My answers below the cut :)

Who are you self shipping?

Levi

1 Are you working out together this morning?

Ugh, maybe? Just a little, probably not. Might do some living room stretches. Easy yoga and meditation.

2 Breakfast in bed? Who makes it/what is made?

I want to make it but he won't let me. I get muesli with lots of berries, and wheat toast with peanut butter. He joins me with his own and brings the tea.

3 They're in a hurry and you're off, how do you help them get ready?

I'll pick out some clothes for him while he's showering, start his tea and pack a lunch for him. Tell him not to worry about the clean up or anything and get him out on time. He promises to make dinner later.

4 You leave a note in their lunchbox, what does it say?

Something about how much he means to me. Maybe like, "life with you is all I've ever wanted. Thank you for every day together." morning aura note??

5 You fell asleep last night and are finishing the tv show/movie in bed. What are you watching?

A drama series like Timeless or Manifest. We have to stop so I can ask questions sometimes. I missed half the episode last night so we're starting it over.

6 Lazy morning! Who finally gets up first and why?

Usually it's him so chores can get done. Today, I will. I want Levi to take it easy for once. After hitting the bathroom (the real reason I had to get up) I'll start things like wash and make a grocery list, asking for Levis input. He'll get up soon to shower and help continue chores.

7 Who takes the longest in the bathroom? Does the other person care?

Oh it's me! I don't mean to though, I'm just slow in the mornings. If I'm in the shower Levi will come right in and do what he needs to, sometimes join me in the shower to conserve water, at least that's what he says. I should just let him go first, but neither of us mind sharing the bathroom.

8 You get on the computer together to look up videos. What are you watching?

DIY videos for tips and ideas for the house. Looking to change some things around but would like to do it ourselves. And am up for things we've never thought about, like turning our old headboard into a coat rack and organizer. We also like funny cat videos.

9 What type of puzzle do you sit around and complete together? (crossword, jigsaw, sudoku, etc)

We're doing the weekend crossword. I'm great at entertainment and some random things, Levi is very smart and gets most things and we plug in anything else!

10 Back to movies/tv, you're having a marathon! Pick a series!

We're doing an I Love Lucy marathon! I laugh so hard and he chuckles pretty good most of the time, especially the banter between Fred and Ethel.

11 You have to go outside! What chore do you do together?

We're line drying clothes and pulling up weeds from the garden! He never complains about helping with laundry and we tend to line dry when we can to save energy and for freshness. And we both like keeping the garden nice so our produce stays healthy! We'll be picking some soon!

12 It's your day off together and your phone is ringing. Who is it, what do they want, and how do you respond?

Erwin calls me because he needs something for work from Levi who has shut his phone off. Levi takes the phone and gives 2 minutes to the situation then says it's his weekend and he'll see him tomorrow.

13 You're up first and dancing around the kitchen. What do they do when they wake up and see?

Levi is smiling from the side and let's me do my thing, scaring me after he asks if he should come back later after a few minutes. Leaves me giggling with lots of kisses, telling me how adorable I am.

14 You're daydreaming together about your next vacation. Tell us about it!

I'm actually going to pick Alaska cruise tour. We like the cooler weather. 7 days on land, 7 on sea, everything planned for us basically. We'll stay in Denali the longest to make sure to get all the touristy stuff in and hike a bit. Pick the one with the comfortable train ride to the boat and upgrade to first class. Decide to get a balcony so we can see the ocean away from others and spot a few whales. Levi probably takes lots of pictures of me and I force him into a few. Do the fancy sit down dinner most nights but I talk him into the buffet and he says he'll watch to make sure people are being clean. Take daily afternoon naps and go the the shows later. Go kayaking in peaceful Sitka and meet the sled dogs in Juneau. Levi is excited for all the hot tea we'll be offered. We're going to need a vacation AFTER our vacation!

15 Reading in bed together! Do you have a newspaper, book, magazine...? Do they have the same?

A book or magazine for me. I interrupt his book reading with a 'rate your mate' quiz from the magazine and we end up laughing at the questions and answers.

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Who are you self shipping?

Jean

1 Are you working out together this morning?

Probably going for a mile run. He wants to stretch beforehand and I know we should but I hate it! Makes the last bit a race and gives me a head start. I still can't beat him. One day!

2 Breakfast in bed? Who makes it/what is made?

Breakfast is this mans favorite (and mine!) so I get the best veggie omelet and a bowl of chopped fruit. He makes another omelet for himself and steals some of my fruit.

3 They're in a hurry and you're off, how do you help them get ready?

I make him a smoothie and get his lunch together. Also make sure his keys and wallet are in the same place so he can grab everything and go. He can never find his keys for some reason.

4 You leave a note in their lunchbox, what does it say?

Something positive about what a great job he's doing. Something like, "things aren't always easy, but I love watching you succeed."

5 You fell asleep last night and are finishing the tv show/movie in bed. What are you watching?

A cooking show like Master Chef. We love our cooking shows and neither of us could make it to the second commercial.

6 Lazy morning! Who finally gets up first and why?

It's him because he wants to make sure we get a little something to eat. Once he's up though he's up for the day and playfully makes the bed around me while I try to get him back in with me. But the smell of food gets me up.

7 Who takes the longest in the bathroom? Does the other person care?

It's both of us. I'm slow and he just has a lot to do, so we share the mirror and sometimes do skincare treatment together and if one of us is in the shower keep asking "are you almost done yet?" If the answer is no, one can expect company :)

8 You get on the computer together to look up videos. What are you watching?

Grocery hauls! We like eating healthy (most of the time) and like to get ideas and work around what we already have. Also, reaction videos to popular music videos.

9 What type of puzzle do you sit around and complete together? (crossword, jigsaw, sudoku, etc)

A 500 piece jigsaw puzzle it is! We might not get it all done in one go, but we get it done eventually. We try to make color piles and of course tackle the outside first.

10 Back to movies/tv, you're having a marathon! Pick a series!

We're having a Disney marathon and both love it! We pick non princess movies today like Robin Hood, Sword and the Stone, and 101 Dalmatians!

11 You have to go outside! What chore do you do together?

Not so much a chore, but our doggy has to go out so we walk him together. Since it's not a hot day once we get back we wash the windows and get into a water hose fight.

12 It's your day off together and your phone is ringing. Who is it, what do they want, and how do you respond?

Sasha is calling wanting to know if we want to hang out with the gang later. We tell her probably and we'll call in a bit and depending on the time, go back to bed a while and show up after spending most of the day by ourselves.

13 You're up first and dancing around the kitchen. What do they do when they wake up and see?

Oh this guy! I get whistled at and he claps and thanks me for the show, then comes join me after seeing me blush, and we slow dance for a few minutes before continuing the day.

14 You're daydreaming together about your next vacation. Tell us about it!

We're finally going to Europe! You know we're hitting Italy and if it's possible plan trains to other surrounding countries as well. We want to do all the touristy things but also try to find quiet places to stay that just feel more like we're there than a big name motel. We'll ask the locals the best places to find food and things to do that we might not think of. We're already talking about when we could actually do this.

15 Reading in bed together! Do you have a newspaper, book, magazine...? Do they have the same?

Books for both of us! He's got a true crime book and wants to tell me about it but I don't want nightmares! I have another book in my anthology series. We try to read for 20 minutes a day usually.

#anime self ship #self ship #eliza tag game #tag game #tag.game #tag.games #tag games #leviza #jeliza #why did this take me so long to do #in the future maybe I'll first post the questions #then answer myself later

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