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lady-october · 3 months ago

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

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

Summary :

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

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Chapter 32:

Tides will bring me back to you

Chapter title is lyrics from "Deathbeds”

This chapter is from Oli's perspective.

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I’ve seen her eyes in my dreams so many nights, that actually gazing into them no longer feels real.

Yet, here she was, in the flesh, so different, and simultaneously completely unchanged, standing behind the woman I thought I’d be spending the next hour with, prior to my impending reunion with my painful past.

Before I had a chance to process that I’d been robbed of my limited alone-time with Alice, Fay pushed passed her, then passed me, forcing me to step aside as to not accidentally touch the she-demon.

Despite having successfully avoided bodily contact, her brief and entirely too close proximity, had still felt grating and soul-sucking, as if letting her back into my life, even for a moment, had alerted my nervous system that this was a grave mistake.

So, before shutting the door and willingly allow myself to interact with Fay, I took a steadying look at Alice’s sweet face, hoping to convey to her — and her alone — how sorry I was we couldn’t spend this time together, knowing that if Fay got even the slightest scent of my feelings for the woman in the corridor, she’d become a target.

But Alice’s face was void of emotion, and it filled my chest with a hollow sensation as the door latched shut.

“Thought we agreed on meeting up after the show.” I stated with my hand still on the handle, not ready to face her, not enjoying the bitterness lacing my words, or how it gave away how much she’d rattled me by being early.

When my statement was met with silence, I turned around, only to see her leaning against the side table, next to the sofa, on the other side of the obviously multipurpose dressing room.

The room must have doubled as a rehearsal space for some of the venues artists, considering the sound-dampening foam covering the walls, high, basement-style windows, and the scratched-up flooring in the oversized space, being filled with an amalgamation of furniture, haphazardly positioned as if they were moved frequently, never to stay in the same spot — much like me.

Or much like Fay, who was always doing something new; just from seeing her for all of 20 seconds, I’d already clocked two new tattoos on her arm, alongside the obvious hair colour change, now a vivid, freshly-dyed purple, instead of her signature, fiery red.

Did she dye it that colour before meeting up, knowing it’s my favourite?

It suits her. Of course it did; her otherworldly appearance was as breathtaking and undeniable as ever. But much like so many of the most poisonous flowers on this planet, she was also a rare type of beauty, trying to either lure you in, or warn you to steer clear of the toxicity.

Her head was bowed as she fidgeted with the laces of her corset, but her false innocence did nothing but raise further red flags, “I know, but I was going crazy waiting,” she said, a nervousness present in her voice.

However, Fay was never nervous.

She looked up, deep eyes locking with mine again, having me nearly catch my breath as she pushed off the side table and walked towards me, “I can come back later, if you want.”

She sounded concerned, her expression sad, pleading. Each step on the hard floor as loud as the next, until she was entirely too close to me once again.

But I knew exactly what type of mind games she was playing.

“No, no. Now’s alright.” I said, keeping my tone cordial and polite, gesturing towards the sofa in the hopes of dictating the distance between us, attempting to not convey my deep discomfort with her in my personal space, “Have a seat.”

I forced a smile as I walked us over to the sofa, doing my best to make it seem natural. Much like she’d painted her features with a type of softness I knew she didn’t actually possess.

Letting her take a seat first, I positioned myself on the other side of the three-seater, forcing the very needed distance between us. She appeared disappointed, but it didn’t stop her from speaking.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you, Oli.”

I couldn’t help it, I rolled my eyes, my facade dismantled so quickly I nearly got whiplash, “Don’t do that. You don’t get to do that, not after what you did to us, to me!”

Her pretence falling apart just as quickly as mine, the annoyed expression she so often wore when she was hurt making its first appearance, “I’m just telling the truth. I never got a chance to explain myself, to defend myself. You just walked out of my life for over a year, no response, nothing! Like I never even mattered to you — do you have any idea how worried I was about you?” She shook her head, disgusted, “I know how badly I fucked up, I know I didn’t deserve much, but I didn’t deserve that.”

Selfish words, but at least she wasn’t fake anymore.

“Why did you do it?” I asked plainly.

When she looked down this time, the shame appeared real.

So, I kept pushing, “You wanted a chance to defend yourself, no? So why, Fay?”

“I panicked.”

I scoffed at her ridiculous response, “You never panic.”

“I knew you were about to pop the question.”

Her words were like a punch in the chest, throwing me for yet another loop.

She knew?

She knew, and she still decided to do what she did.

My thoughts moved so fast I could barely keep up, my emotions changing with it, questioning everything she’d ever made me believe to be true.

I’d always thought she was drawn to Mat because he could provide a sense of stability I lacked. She’d made so many hints for me to propose, to seal the deal, and I thought part of the reason she’d gone back to Mat was due to her doubting I ever would. When in reality I had been working overtime to keep it a secret, trying to throw her off the scent, in a relationship where everything else happened so impulsively.

“What are you saying?” I heard myself ask quietly.

The energy surrounding us shifted, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew I was cracking. My internal world fell apart, re-evaluating everything about the series of events that occurred before our traumatic ending.

The eerie softness fell over her again as she removed the distance I’d manufactured, positioning herself next to me on the sofa, forcing herself into my intimate space; forcing me to choose between becoming as vulnerable as I could tell that she was making herself, or move away, and potentially rob myself of whatever answers she was about to provide me with.

So, I stayed, despite the air between us being dangerously charged with emotions so potent it felt like pure electricity, burning me alive.

“You were everything I could have ever dreamed of,” Her voice was too soothing, too loving, pulling me back to when we’d whisper sweet nothings to each other in bed at night, “But it could never be enough to fix me. I know what an idiot I was. Everything I did to you, every threat, every game I played. Going to Mat was just the final straw of all the ways I hurt you.”

In some ways she was saying all the right things. The things I’d daydreamed about when I could no longer stand the pain, and I just wanted the injuries she’d left me with to somehow magically heal, for the betrayal to just vanish into thin air, so it could be ‘Oli and Fay’ again. No more anger, no more loneliness.

No more missing her so badly I could barely breathe.

But many months had passed since I last felt that way or entertained such foolish thoughts.

Her foreign, yet familiar, fingers began intertwining with mine. Stunned, I simply watched them as a previous, dead, version of myself — aching and longing to touch his lost love — gasped back to life.

I wanted to cry, to scream. I wanted to kiss her pretty mouth, and crush every bone in her hand for daring to touch me with the same treacherous hand she’d used to cheat on me, and ruin any hopes of a future together.

“I wasn’t ready to treat you right back then, but I am now.” She told me softly, and something in me tore.

On the verge of disassociating, I gingerly untangled our fingers, “I could never trust you again.”

Tearing further, I watched as her eyes grew misty, “You could try…” Pleading words, making gory ribbons of my already mangled heart, “You promised me we were forever.”

“You promised me you were mine, yet you slept with my best friend.” I swallowed back the tears, “You nearly killed me, Fay.”

“We can move past this, I know we can, you know we’re meant to be. No one understands me the way you do, and—”

“There’s someone else.” I interjected.

The shock and hurt that fell over her features at my declaration was another daydream of mine; wanting her to feel even a modicum of the pain she put me through, to see it on her.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

I watched as her lip quivered, her own inner world crumbling, like she’d shattered mine moments ago.

“Who is she?”

“We both know it’s best if you don’t know that.”

Her expression soured, along with her tone, “Then why did you want to see me, to rub it in my face, to hurt me back?” She shot out of her seat, “Do you love her?”

“Yes.”

In a swirl of dark fabrics and colourful hair, she turned and went straight for the exit, causing a shot of adrenaline to course through me as I knew I couldn’t let her leave. Not yet, not without getting what I needed.

“Wait!” I exclaimed before springing into action, making it to the door before her, holding it shut.

She was fuming as I blocked her path, “Why, what’s the point? This is humiliating.”

“I deserve answers.” I retaliated, determined to achieve my original mission with this meeting.

“What do you want to know, how many times I came on Mats fat dick?” She asked, viciously.

Her words struck me like a whip, but I needed to know more, “What’s so wrong with me?”

I could see her internal struggle as she stared me down, weighing her options; does she shove me aside and dash out of here, or will she stay, and see where this interaction takes us?

Unceremoniously, her rage deflated, “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why didn’t you want to commit to me? Why did you choose to cheat on me when you knew I was ready to settle down and make a proper life with you?”

She shook her head, “I already told you; it didn’t have anything to do with you, I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Losing you.”

I just stared at her.

Fay sighed, “It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy when you’re as reckless as me, Oli. Sometimes it’s just simpler to ruin a good thing, before the good thing has a chance to ruin you first.” I was suddenly incredibly dizzy, needing to sit down, to steady myself. So, I made my way back to the sofa, and buried my numb face in my hands as she continued talking, “But losing you made me see very clearly that it was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and I knew I needed to change, and I would do anything to undo the damage I’ve—”

“You were scared of losing something worth having.” I heard myself say somewhere in the distance, my numbness spreading, echoing the words I’d forced out of Alice some time ago, realising Alice suffered from the same type of fears that had ruled Fay in her deepest moments of betrayal.

No wonder I had problems trusting Alice.

I noticed the weight shift on the sofa as Fay sat back down, “Yes, but I’m different now. I’ve grown so much, and I’ve just been waiting, and hoping, I’d get a chance to show you. I don’t want to be that woman anymore; I don’t want to be someone who hurts you.” There was a short pause before her voice settled into something quieter, smaller, as she bargained with the reality of things, “Please tell me you were lying, please tell me there’s no one else. It’s okay if you just wanted to hurt me back, I deserve it.”

I released a long breath, feeling completely defeated.

When I finally raised my head to looked at Fay, I barely recognised the woman in front of me. She’d been the villain in my story for so long, but now when I knew why she’d done such terrible things, I just saw her for the broken woman she’d always been, desperate to reunite with the man she believed was destined for her. The sight made me hurt in a brand new way, and I couldn’t help but take pity.

“I didn’t find someone else to hurt you, Fay. It just happened. I moved on.” My tone was soft, but still sounded far away as I didn’t quite feel like I was in this world anymore.

Fay started shaking her head frantically, taking hold of my hand again.

Only this time I held it back.

I watched as her world crumbled, clutching my fingers as her last lifeline, and for a moment she was reduced to the lost woman I’d fallen in love with a lifetime ago; so hurt herself, that she didn’t know how to not hurt others.

But I was crumbling too, the reanimated corpse inside me wanting nothing more than to comfort that version of Fay, to take comfort in her, despite the searing pain from the knife she’d lodged in me, “There were so many times I wanted to text you back, Fay, or call, or wished I could just hold you. I wanted things to be different so badly, but it’s too late. You and me, we can never—”

I hadn’t realised how close her face already was to mine when she leaned in.

I knew I shouldn’t let it happen, but every fibre in my body was at war with itself as some overpowering, invisible, force made it feel inevitable in my current, weakened state. Possessed, I took solace in the woman, the monster, I’d spent so many days and nights wishing every horror imaginable upon. And while I knew it didn’t actually mean anything, that it was more of a goodbye than anything else — a final kiss to close a chapter that was long overdue — none of that knowledge made our lips connecting any less explosive.

My heart ached, breaking all over, speeding up by the second. I wanted to shover her off me, pull her into my lap and see how quickly I could unlace her corset, gouge the fucking eyes out of her vile, demonic head.

Feel her nails dig into my back as I make her—

So, I did the only thing I could do; I broke away.

Flustered, our laboured breaths mingled as I came back to my body.

“You’re going on in a bit, aren’t you?” Fay asked seductively, sounding like a siren in the night.

I nodded through the haze, but I quickly frowned as it hit me what manipulation strings she’d pre-emptively planned to pull tonight.

You see, during the year we dated she’d always come with me to every gig. And like clockwork, she’d made sure we were alone the hour leading up to it, determined to get me off. It became a game, sometimes pushing it a bit too close, to the point that I’d on numerous occasions would still be out of breath as I ran up on stage, or my erection not fully having time to settle.

She’d told me she liked doing it for a variety of reasons, mainly the risk of it, or that she liked helping me relax before a show.

But I knew the real reason.

It was no secret that the crowds who attended our shows were full of women who wants to fuck me. And despite how insistent Fay was that she didn’t feel threatened, I knew her jealousy and possessiveness of me ran just as deep as my own.

Even though being sexually satisfied before all my performances watered them down a bit, I knew it settled something in her — made her feel more secure — so I indulged her, and let it become our thing.

And it’s not like I didn’t enjoy every moment of it.

But seeing her kneel before me now, hurrying to position herself between my legs, reaching for my zipper as she looked up at me with those hungry, black eyes, providing me the perfect view of the delicious things her tight garment was doing to her chest, I understood immediately the true reason she’d insisted on seeing me before the gig, instead of after as we’d originally agreed.

While my body reacted as if no time had passed, with blood promptly rushing to my dick, my heart felt the knife of betrayal twist by the games she was still playing in order to get what she wanted.

So, I removed her hands, and stood up, taking long strides for the door, violently swinging it open.

“Leave.” I spat, panting with rage and unwanted sexual frustration as I held the door wide open for her.

The boiling fury and hurt emanating off her were tangible as she slowly got up off the floor, eyes seething with the true nature of how Fay reacts when she doesn’t get her way.

Brushing herself off, she straightened, adorning herself with a freshly woven exterior made of steel as she crossed the room, her emotions having changed so drastically I fleetingly wondered if any of it had been real.

Right before she was about to cross the threshold, I spoke up, causing her icy, piercing eyes to pin me, “You and me, we’re a lot alike, Fay, but I’m nowhere near as fucking selfish as you.”

She huffed out a breath of disbelief, “When are you gonna stop lying to yourself, Oli?”

I slammed the door shut as soon as she’d stepped out, pacing the large space as hot tears ran down my face, raking my hands through my hair, regretting the meeting in its entirety.

I’d just wanted her to stop haunting me, to get out of my life, out of my head — out of my fears and trust issues — so I could put her behind me. I wanted her and all the problems she’d left me with to somehow make sense. But instead, I had a sinking feel I’d just injected myself with yet another dose of poison, which was currently coursing through my system, wreaking havoc on my thoughts and feelings.

Stopped by the mirror I’d used to get ready by earlier, I wiped at my lips, getting rid of her lipstick still present on my mouth, feeling tainted, used, despite having participated in it. The act of kissing her feeling more like an act of betrayal on my part in the wake of the event, rather than the closure it had masqueraded as while swept up in the moment.

The regret was deep, immediate, and uncomfortable.

It didn’t matter that Alice wasn’t ready to commit to me, it didn’t matter that Alice had kissed Mat just the other day. All reasons and excused fell away, and only one truth remained; I had committed to Alice, to the journey of becoming a better version of myself, for her, and instead I’d let myself be sucked back into Fay’s world — instead, I’d let my trust issues deepen, when I’d set out to resolve them. All because of my reckless, selfish, needs to confront my past, with no consideration for the fallout.

Alice’s emotionless expression as I closed the door flashed before my eyes, bringing me back to last night when she’d so bravely let me see new parts of her, letting herself be vulnerable, and showing me she cares in her own way. Then my mind wandered to Mat, who had been anxiously distracting himself all day, dreading the mere notion that Fay will be under the same roof as him.

Was Fay right, am I just as selfish as her?

Was my quest for answers from my past just another tick on the long list of things that only caused distress to the people that matter to me?

I just wanted to be a better man, but right now, I felt more lost than ever.

Wondering if trusting someone, and stop endlessly doubting and testing people, was simply too much to ask of someone as selfish as myself.

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inbabylontheywept · 1 year ago

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Tactical Sulking

The human ship started the conversation by dumping all of its magazines into blackhole Kepler 92A. The PDC depleted their reserves within two minutes and the spinal mount took about twice as long. It would have been an impressive display of firepower if the Attali didn’t know for a fact that even a direct hit from any of the rounds would fail to punch through their hull.

So instead of worrying they watched with the kind of morbid fascination that adults get while watching a child have a tantrum in public. They watched the ship light up, shitting ton after ton of tungsten coated iron into the corpse of a dead star until at last they ran out of ammo. Then and only then did the Attali send a second message over:

Are you quite finished?

The response came back immediately.

Gimme a moment, I’m just finishing a little math problem. But yeah, if it’s urgent, I can talk to you. What’s up big man?

The Attali barely spent a second parsing over the message. They’d seen human bravado before.

We sent you a request to surrender, acknowledging that none of your weapons are strong enough to pierce our hull. You opened fire on a blackhole for about five consecutive minutes. Tantrums and sulking do not impress us.

The human ship took a moment to respond.

Well, that’s a pity. The two things I’m best at are tantrums and sulking. The third is juggling, but in zero-g that’s… well. Easy. We could host a little talent show here though, if that would impress you.

Are you going to discuss your terms of surrender, or are we going to have to kill you?

There was a longer pause before the ship replied back.

You know, a minute or two ago, that would’ve been a very scary threat, but you’ve got about ten seconds before shooting us becomes a mutual suicide. We’d strongly discourage that route.

The Attali commander actually rolled his eyes.

It’ll take a minute to charge our capacitors. I can promise it won’t be painful. Your bullshitting is a credit to

The message was cut off as a swarm of something ripped through the lower quadrant of the ship. The targeting sensors lost their minds - the projectiles were coming out of the blackhole.

What the fuck.

Main thruster was down, as were the nav lines. He had enough presence of mind to direct the side PDC, using recoil to push out of the line just in time to avoid the brunt of another burst of fire. A standard human ferroslug was caught by the lidar, but it was moving so close to C that instrument error was putting it at superluminal.

A second burst of mini rounds blew past the ship. They didn’t catch the brunt like they did the first time, but the stragglers in the burst tore through what remained of engineering. Casualty estimates in that quadrant went past 60% as the capacitor bank blew out, shorting out the main power conduit to their weapon systems.

Without even PDC recoil to steer, they’d have been trapped, forced to take barrage after barrage of mysterious black hole bullets, if the human ship hadn’t taken the time to intervene.

It rammed their craft.

It was not a combat ram. It was a 15 mph collision that gradually turned up the gas. The little human ship chugged along, nudging the Attali cruiser out of the way, avoiding the next barrage by a mere 500 meter gap.

It shouldn’t have been possible for a ship to look smug, but it did.

The Attali sent the first message over. Telecom still worked. Life support was running on fumes, but of course the luxury systems were fine.

What the hell was that?

Gravity assisted munitions, the human ship replied immediately. The Attali captain had the damndest sense that they’d typed that in minutes ago and were just waiting to hit the send command.

He took a moment to parse that.

The bullets weren’t being fired into the blackhole. They were being fired very, very close to it. Enough to slingshot around with stolen momentum.

It was a stupid, stupid trick. And yet.

What now? he asked.

Well, the human ship replied. It was awful nice of you to not just kill us on sight. I suppose we could return the favor. Feel like surrendering today?

There was a long, long pause from the Attali ship as the captain attempted to swallow his pride. The task was not made easier when, a few seconds later, another message came in.

Chop chop. Tantrums and sulking do not win wars. *Exceptions may apply.*

#hfy #science fiction #tactical sulking

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 1 year ago

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