#bad omens x ofc
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Through The Looking Glass — PROLOGUE
pairing: nick folio x ofc (stevie)
warnings: heavy elements of fear. brief mentions of blood. descriptions of being chased. paranoia. no use of character’s name. brief mentions of nausea and its effects. (for full list, check out the fic’s masterlist down below.)
tags: @malice-ov-mercy @concretenoah @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople @cncohshit @mysticdoodlez @ladyveronikawrites
masterlist. ttlg masterlist.
He doesn’t remember how long he’s been riding. If he had to guess, maybe two hours? Maybe three?
It doesn’t matter anyways. He’s going until his bike breaks down. And with a quick glance at the speedometer and fuel gauge, that may be soon.
But he keeps pushing, despite the freezing cold wind that has been his sole companion for the past.. however long. He can’t seem to remember how many miles it’s been since he initially left.
He can’t remember.
It doesn’t matter anyways. He’s going until his bike breaks down. And with a quick glance at the speedometer and fuel gauge, that may be soon.
But he keeps pushing, despite the freezing cold wind that has been his sole companion for the past…
The bike is sputtering. It’s struggling to use the last of the gaseous fumes in the tank.
God, he could have sworn he had a little less than twenty miles left before that started happening. It doesn’t matter anyways. He’s going until his bike—
His heart drops as he shakily sets his feet back to the ground. The bike rattles and sputters a bit before it is completely out of gas, making him curse. Snow is slowly descending from the gray sky above.
The air is wrapping its frigid tendrils around him as he remains sitting on the bike. His breathing is heavy, and the breath that puffs out just in front of his face lingers for a moment before dissipating. The grip he has on the handlebars is turning his knuckles white with the strain. But it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t fucking matter.
The fear settling into his stomach feels like lead, the suddenness of it making him queasy. In the back of his mind he can hear a desperate scream pleading for him to run. From what, he isn’t sure. But he has the innate feeling of being watched, his spine tingling in response.
He doesn’t allow himself to idle any longer. He scrambles off the bike and begins running forward in the direction he had been originally traveling. His sneakers pound against the lonely asphalt — seemingly the only sound out here.
The fear accumulating in his intestines is growing stronger and more severe. His throat tightens with tears, but he keeps pumping his legs as fast as he can.
Up ahead, there’s a gleam of headlights heading this way. Panic drives a stake through his chest when he sees a car round the line of trees. Despite the panic inside of him, he can’t help the desire he feels to be found. He wants nothing more to be found and taken home to where nothing can hurt him ever again.
But he knows better. And as the first tear slides down his reddened cheek he darts off to the side and disappears into the darkening woods.
He isn’t sure how long he hurries through the trees and bushes. But his vision is blurring as nighttime rapidly approaches, accompanied by the steady fall of snow down through the forest’s canopy. Everything is dark and hazy.
His lungs burn. His feet ache. The tears he had shed have dried and froze to his face.
He can’t do this any longer. He can’t keep running away. This needs to end.
With his hand outstretched, he catches himself against a tree, forcing his body to stop. He’s panting and wheezing when his feet finally stop moving. There’s a sharp pain in his side, but the broad scrape along his palm distracts him.
Even in the growing darkness, the red bloom of blood is a stark contrast to the white snow flurries. It makes him dizzy.
Swallowing his nausea, he backs away from the tree. The snow is swirling all around him, the pearly flakes falling in silence. All he can hear is the pounding of his heart in his ears and the labored breaths wheezing out through his mouth.
He begins trudging through the frost and cold. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, so he ventures deeper into the dark trees that undoubtedly lead to the heart of the woods. It sends a jolt of fear through him, but he does his best to ignore it while walking.
As he walks, the snow crunching quietly beneath his sneakers, he still can’t seem to shake the sensation of eyes on him. Someone — or something — has been following him for miles. Why, he doesn’t know. But the fear festering inside of him is intermingling with his anxiety and terror, and it has his instincts yelling and begging him to break into a run and flee.
However, he ignores the tug in his stomach that is urging him to save himself. The moment he stepped foot beyond the tree line he knew he wouldn’t be spared by the massive, silent sentinels permanently rooted in the earth. He’s become numb to the dread now.
So he keeps walking. His fingers are numb; he doesn’t even register the blood slipping down his hand in rivulets, each drip falling to the pure snow in fat droplets.
It is completely dark now. Nighttime has fallen over the woods.
Off to his right comes a sound like branches snapping. He stops in his tracks, not daring to look off to the side, even though he knows he’ll be met with nothing but darkness.
He almost starts moving again when he doesn’t hear anything else in that direction. His head is spinning from the wave of nauseating panic that floods his veins.
The silence persists and he hesitantly keeps walking.
He worries he may puke from the overwhelming fear that is rupturing his intestines. If he wanted to he could book it back towards the road and–
More branches crack and break. Snow crunches rhythmically, like footsteps.
His stomach sinks. Is there someone else out here?
The dread flooding his veins is stifling as he waits for the noises to stop so he can continue walking. But the snapping of wood and shuffling of snow doesn’t stop. Instead, with each passing second, it grows louder and louder. And not in volume, but in distance, like whatever is making these noises is creeping closer to him.
He is petrified. His breathing is heavy and his limbs are shaking. That thing in the recesses of his mind is deafeningly loud as it screams and shouts for him to book it out there.
The sounds are getting louder. He swears he can hear breathing aside from his own.
That’s all he needed to pivot to the left and sprint off into the inky black shadows.
He’s running like his life depends on it. He stumbles and trips over hidden rocks and roots and branches, but he keeps pushing, despite the freezing cold wind that has been his sole companion for the past.. however long. He can’t seem to remember how many miles it’s been since he initially left.
After what he assumes to have been five minutes, he thinks he may have lost whatever was stalking him. He nearly slows down, until there are heavy, pounding footsteps at his back. He dares a glance over his shoulder, but is only met with nothing but darkness. And those foreboding footfalls that are gaining speed.
He keeps running. He narrowly misses trees and clips his shoulders on others. More rocks and other unseen earthly objects catch his feet, and, at one point, his shoelace comes undone after getting snagged on a branch. The loosened lace whips wildly as he struggles to run.
His chest is tight and his entire abdomen is screaming in anguish at the intense exertion he has experienced over the past few hours. Exhaustion and hunger have sunken their talons into him, neither interested in releasing him any time soon.
Then he sees it. Up ahead, through the trees, he sees light beating down into a large clearing. He forces himself to make it to the clearing, despite how tempting it feels to allow his legs to give out from beneath him.
Once he makes it past the trees and into the clearing, he realizes the light he’d seen was from the full moon shining brightly against the dissipating clouds of snow. In front of him is a three-story house, its exterior ugly and gray after being exposed to the elements for so long. The front porch faces him and he leaps onto the old, creaking wood gladly.
As he goes to try the tarnished gold door knob he remembers his pursuer. He looks back to the woods expecting to see something, anything, half hidden by the shadows to gain some kind of insight on what it may have been. But his tired eyes see nothing from either end of the clearing at the front of the decrepit house. With a trembling hand he twists the door knob, relieved to find it unlocked, and walks inside.
It’s dark in here, but not quite as dark as the forest he had just stumbled through for hours. The house is faintly illuminated by the moonbeams shining in through the windows scattered about.
“Hello?” His voice breaks as he speaks. “Is anyone here?”
He idles in the entryway for a few moments. When he receives no response he gingerly steps into the room to his left. The wood groaning under his feet makes him cringe.
He’s entered what appears to be the front room, or living room. There is a rundown sofa in the center of the room, a matching chair on either side of it. Even through the thick layer of dust on each piece of furniture he can make out the color of the fabric as red. A rectangular coffee table sits in the middle of the cushioned seats, a layer of dust obscuring the glass top. A few empty bookcases are pressed nestled in the corner at his back. Even more dust clings to the wood.
It’s freezing inside the large home, but at least it is warmer than what it is outside. His teeth quietly chatter as he rounds the couch and gingerly sits on the far end. He coughs and sputters at the dusty cloud that erupts as he situates himself. But that’s when he notices it.
On the wall he faces from his position on the couch is a large, grand fireplace. The red brick matches nicely with the rest of the furnishing. His heart tugs at the thought of a fiery warmth, but he knows it’s best to keep that small iron gate where it is stretched across that black, hollow space. He turns his gaze upward to the mantle, and the sight that stares back at him leaves him momentarily speechless.
A massive mirror hangs from the wall, the sheer size and width of it spanning further than the fireplace beneath it. It is framed in what is clearly more iron. Even from where he is sitting he can make out the intricate detailing in the tarnished metal.
The mirror is angled in just the right way where he can see the entirety of the room he’s in. He can see the shelves behind him in the corner and the windows that face the front of the house. Compared to the rest of this room he looks tiny. Amongst the old furniture and the suffocating dust and mold it is more than evident that he does not belong here. Despite the scrapes that marr his skin and the few snowflakes still hiding in his hair — everything that is making him fit in perfectly with this abandoned house — he knows he shouldn’t be here. This is just a pit stop.
But that mirror…
He continues staring at it. Something one of his friends told him once is playing on repeat in his tired mind: if you stare at yourself in a mirror long enough, your reflection doesn’t look like you.
He always called bullshit on that. It didn’t seem logical or like it was even possible in the first place.
But he swears the glass is beginning to ripple. The shadows in the reflection pulse and ungulate and his heart is racing once more. He needs to get out of here. He’ll run the risk of facing whatever is outside, whatever was chasing him, rather than mess with this enormous looking glass.
Instead of heading towards the front door he is drawn to the mirror, an unseen force beckoning him. His head feels hazy and filled with fog as he approaches the fireplace. The mirror is drawing him in and he isn’t sure why, or why he’s giving in to this phantom seduction.
Behind him in the mirror’s glass he sees figures emerging from the shadows. Or he thinks he does. His eyes must be playing tricks on him with his attention fixed somewhere else.
Once he is face-to-face with the mirror he feels faint and woozy. His head is spinning like a top, and he fears he may pass out. Maybe his hunger and exhaustion are finally catching up to him, and that moment of rest is really sinking in.
Then he’s falling backwards, his arms remaining limp at his sides. His body crashes into the floor like a sack full of rocks. His head collides with the wood and his vision goes black.
The last thing he remembers is the sound of shattering glass and cold covering every inch of his frail body.
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Lemon Drop - Nick Folio
“As soon as I saw you, I knew a grand adventure was about to happen.” ~ A.A. Milne, Winnie The Pooh
About 2 years after the events of Limoncello, Nick Folio and Maeve Meadows are still together and happier than ever. Bad Omens is up and coming and has been signed, with a tour in the works. Maeve discovers that she is pregnant with Nick’s baby shortly after they found out about the tour. How will the happy couple navigate their relationship, an unplanned pregnancy, and the growing success of Bad Omens? Will they be able to handle the stress? Or will they crack under the pressure?
This is the announcement post for the sequel to my series Limoncello. I know the whole premise of this story is not going to be for everyone, but I really just want to write Folio as a dad because it lives rent free in my head. Stay tuned for the first chapter that will be coming soon. Masterlist will be a separate post once I post the first chapter.
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Hi!!
Can you write something related to Matt? I'm soooo obsessed with him lately.
Not a specific request, just Matt 🥺
Thank you!!!!
Author’s Note: Someone sent in two requests in one ask and since this wonderful anon didn’t specify what they wanted their request regarding Matt to be about, I am responding to the Matt portion of that double prompt through this request! Below is the original request - I am still working on the Ruffilo request! So stay tuned for that!
Also - this is my first time writing a story with smut. So any and all feedback is very much appreciated.
From Anonymous:
Pls pls pls write smut/fluff with Matt and something angst/smut with Ruffilo? Like with Matt and slow burn friends to lovers and with Nick enemies to lovers?
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The Shirt
The blazing rays of the morning sun were already bearing down on Olivia’s shoulders as she unloaded the bags of fertilizer and potting soil out of the trunk of her RAV4. Even at 7am, Texas in the middle of July was scorching and that heat would take a bite out of you really quick if you weren’t careful.
As she was stacking the last bag on top of the pile she had made on the corner of her driveway, a truck drove up onto the concrete slab and parked next to her. The bed of the truck was loaded down with various gardening tools, cuts of lumber, and a number of plants nestled in their temporary plastic pots.
Matt Dierkes, one of Olivia’s oldest friends, emerged from the driver’s side, his long hair covered by one of his signature ballcaps. He wore an old Bloodline tee with the sleeves cut off and a pair of athletic shorts with the name of their high school printed on them.
Matt had the next three months off before his next set of shows with the guys and had agreed to help Olivia build her own garden and green space in her backyard. Gardening was a hobby he had picked up during the pandemic when the music industry shut down touring wise so she naturally turned to her best friend for help when deciding to start her own.
Shortly after he stepped out of the vehicle a little blonde blur of fur hopped out as well and bolted toward where Olivia stood. She stopped what she was doing and scooped Matt’s yorkie Boo up into her arms and hugged him to her chest as he licked her face in greeting.
She let out a laugh in response and lowered herself into a criss-cross sitting position on the ground to continue playing with her friend’s furry child. Matt lowered the tailgate of his truck and paused, peaking around the truck to watch his best friend play with his dog. The view made him smile. Two of his favorites in one place.
They soon moved everything, including Boo, to the fenced in backyard and quickly got to work. The plan was to get as much done in one day as they could by sundown and then finish whatever was left tomorrow. The reward at the end of the project was a pair of tomahawk steaks and a twelve pack of Dr. Pepper that sat on the top shelf inside Olivia’s refrigerator.
They finally took a break a little after noon. They had gotten the ground cleared and the three raised garden boxes built and lined with a weed barrier. Now, they laid down on the cool concrete of Olivia’s covered back porch. Olivia with a couple of pillows from one of the lounge chairs nestled under her head, Matt’s with his head propped up on the side of Olivia’s stomach, hat off, now covering his face.
The ceiling centered above them steadily pushed warm air down over their bodies. Boo lay curled up on the elevated cooling dog bed that she bought specifically for him that she placed next to the door while they worked.
The mixture of warm air and cool concrete made it tempting to drift off to sleep and take a nap right then and there. One of her Spotify playlists shuffled out various songs through the bluetooth speaker sitting on the edge of the porch. She hummed along to lyrics of an A Day To Remember song and found herself absentmindedly playing with the hair on Matt’s now uncovered head. She loved his long hair and dreaded the day he ever decided to cut it.
“Hmmm, if you keep that up I am going to end up falling asleep.” Matt commented, voice partially muffled by the hat.
He moved the hat slightly, peaking to look over at her with a smile. Her eyes were closed and a content smile adorned her face as she continued to fiddle with his light brown locks. He reached up with his right hand and poked her side with his thumb, knowing fully well how ticklish she was.
She squirmed and tried to swat it away with the hand not currently occupied with his hair. He did it again and when she tried to swat at his hand, he grabbed it and pulled it toward him, trapping it in his own against his chest. She let out a laugh.
“Matthew, if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so.” she said, now looking down at him with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes, jokingly flipped her the bird before throwing the hat back over his face. Her hand remained in place on his chest, his right hand draped over it. She made no effort to move it. They fell back into a comfortable silence. She continued to play with his hair and eventually felt him start drawing slow gentle circles with his thumb against the back of her other hand. They remained that way until their stomachs signaled it was time to eat lunch and get back to work.
By the end of the day, all three garden boxes were full of the proper ratios of soil, fertilizer, and mulch along with strategically placed irrigation hoses. Pre-grown sprouts had been transplanted from their plastic pots along with regular seeds into neatly organized and labeled rows in each box. In a few weeks Olivia would have tomatoes, various peppers, carrots, asparagus, sweet corn, and potatoes growing tall and green in her garden.
They both agreed that it was too late and they were too tired, sweaty, and partially sunburnt to bother cooking and decided to hold off on the celebration dinner until the next afternoon. After loading the various gardening and power tools back into the bed of his truck, Matt turned and watched Olivia walk over with Boo in her arms.
“Can’t he just stay here tonight since you’re coming back tomorrow anyway?” She asked, not wanting to part with the pint sized pup that she had come to adore almost as much as his owner over the years.
“Liv, are you trying to steal my dog from me?” He accused, stepping closer to scratch the little dog's head before looking down at his much shorter friend with a smile.
“I don’t have to try, he likes being here,” she defends.
Yeah, he’s not the only one, Matt thought
“and besides, he lives here when you’re on tour and now that you’re home I miss him.”
“Oh, so what you’re saying is you can’t wait for me to leave again.” He teases.
“No, I’m saying that now that you’re home, I miss having Boo around.”
“So you don’t miss me when I’m on tour, but you miss my dog?” He asks.
“I’m going to smack you,” she threatens, “you know what I meant asshole”
“Boo, are you going to let her talk to your dad that way?” he asks with a sarcastic gasp.
“Boo, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your dad is a little jealous.” She states, kissing the top of the dog's head, smirking at her friend. Blue eyes glowing with a hint of mischief.
He rolls his eyes.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?”
“Lies,” She states matter of factly. “So can he stay?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” he replies with a sigh.
Everyone who knew Matt knew that he was certainly not a pushover. Quite the opposite in fact. He could be an outright ass sometimes. But there was just something about Olivia that made it hard to say no, even when they were younger. He chalked it up to her just being very persuasive and good at making a convincing argument. But as they had gotten older, he knew it was because he loved seeing the way her eyes lit up with excitement when she was happy. He liked being the one that made her happy.
When he got home, he headed straight to the shower, wanting to rinse away all the sweat and dirt that had built up over the course of the day. From the shower he lazily went through the rest of his bedtime routine before seeking refuge under the comforter.
Despite how much his body ached and longed for rest. His mind would not allow sleep to take hold. After a while he rolled over onto his back with a frustrated sigh and stared up at the ceiling fan. His bed was noticeably colder without Boo curled up next to him. His house was too quiet. It felt odd and out of place. Like something was missing aside from the obvious absence of man’s best friend.
He used to love the isolation being home provided after months of time spent on cramped tour buses and in shared hotel rooms, but now he was dreading the solitude.
Before his mind could ponder further he heard a familiar notification chime from his phone. He rolled over and grabbed the device off the nightstand, the light from the screen cutting through the darkness.
Olivia: New Text Message
He unlocked his phone and was greeted by a photo of Boo in a bathtub, hair spiked up in different directions by the shampoo lathered in his hair. The message underneath read:
Olivia: Someone knocked over the trashcan while I was taking a shower and got caught red pawed with peanut butter all over him. 🙃
The message made him smile in amusement. Boo was notorious for knocking over and digging through the garbage if you didn’t keep the trash can secured in some fashion. He had done it many times when Matt had originally moved into his own place before he finally got a heavy metal can with a push pedal lid that couldn’t be knocked over.
Before he could type out a reply another photo popped up. This one showed Boo sitting, with freshly dried fur, looking up at Olivia through the mirror on the countertop next to the sink in her bathroom. The reflection showed Olivia smiling down at her phone screen behind him as she snapped the picture, hair dryer up and ready in her opposite hand.
She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, which was practically a dress on her short frame. Not just any t-shirt. His t-shirt. His favorite Lord of the Rings t-shirt that he thought he accidentally lost.
But there is was, and fuck did she look good in it.
Olivia: Pupdate: Back to his clean handsome self! 😋
He zoomed in to see that she had gathered the pups hair up into a hair tie causing the free hair to stick up like a troll doll. His smile grew wider as he typed back a reply.
Matt: You gave my dog a ponytail? And is that my shirt? 🤨
Olivia: Yeah! You guys match now! And I don’t know what you’re talking about. Lol 🤭
Matt: 🙄
Olivia: He looks cute and you know it! 🖕
Matt: So what you're saying is you think I look cute? And stop trying to avoid the question. 🤔
Olivia: I say you match and that's all you got out of that? 🙄
Matt: You didn’t say no. 😏
Olivia: 🤐
Matt: I’m taking that as a yes until you say otherwise and I want my shirt back.
“Boo, I think your dad is flirting with me” Olivia said to the pup curled up under her arm, big brown eyes looking at her.
Albeit she was flirting back, but they were both arguably kinda bad at it.
Olivia: I plead the fifth and if you want it back you’ll have to come and take it.
Matt: That can be arranged.
Oh shit, maybe not as bad at it as she thought.
Olivia: You’d like that wouldn’t you?
Well, no turning back now. They’ve officially crossed into a territory outside of the realm of just friends.
Three little text dots popped up at the bottom and then went away.
Shit Shit Shit.
She felt doubt start to form like a weight in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she read the messages wrong. Maybe he wasn’t flirting?
Twenty minutes passed with no reply. She wanted to scream, and cry, and throw up all at the exact same time. Olivia was genuinely worried that she had just royally fucked up her friendship.
She was anxiously pacing around her room, waiting for Matt to reply, when she heard her doorbell ring from downstairs. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. It read 11:47pm.
Boo let out a growl at the new noise. She tried to soothe the dog before leaving him secured inside her bedroom and headed downstairs to see who the hell was ringing her doorbell in the middle of the night. She was mentally chastising herself for not investing in one of those ring doorbell cameras that she always said she was going to invest in when she moved in two years prior.
She stood on her tip toes and looked through the peephole. She let out a slight gasp by who she saw on the other side before quickly unlocking and opening the door. There on the other side of the threshold was Matt with a very serious look on his face, his brown eyes looked darker than usual. They both said nothing, a noticeable tension filled the air as she pulled the door open wider, allowing him room to step inside. She quickly closed the door behind him and re-secured the locks.
“Matt, wha…” she started to ask, turning around to face him.
“Shut up.” he interjected, stepping forward and connecting their lips in a searing kiss.
They stood like this for a moment, before he took another step and the cool wood of her front door against her back caused her to part her lips in a gasp, allowing his tongue to slip inside. His hands left her face and traveled down the seam of her shirt. His shirt. Before he reached behind her thighs and lifted her up, legs wrapping around his center, as he carried them over to the couch across the room.
That tension felt before snapped as hands found skin and clothing met the floor piece by piece. She didn’t have time to feel shy. The desire of it all was dizzying and they both craved more. He rolled her off his lap to where she laid across the couch and he began to plant kisses along her throat. Over her breast. Down her stomach. Watching her react with each touch as he made his way to her core.
He looked up at her as he pressed gentle kisses against her inner thigh, silently asking permission to continue. She nodded and he didn’t hesitate. Her hand quickly found its way into his hair as his tongue worked deeper. Her head snapped back into the couch pillow as he gently introduced his fingers to her folds, falling into a steady rhythm as his mouth flicked over her clit. She tried to move her hips to match his thrusts but he firmly held her in place by snaking his free arm around her thigh.
She let out a moan as she felt herself growing closer and closer to climax. The sounds of her moans and how she breathlessly whispered his name were like music and he was desperate to hear more. She looked down at him, his eyes borderline pitch black with lust. Their gaze remained locked as she felt her body coil tighter until it snapped and she screamed out his name in pleasure. Writhing beneath him as he continued to work his fingers in and out, while kissing the overstimulated bud.
The sound of her voice as she fell apart made his dick twitch. She whimpered slightly at the absence as he made his way back up her body and attaching her lips to his in another deep kiss. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, her pupils blown with ecstasy.
“Are you sure about this?” He said, seeking consent to continue.
She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss.
“Fuck, yes.” She breathed against his lips.
She gripped his arms, nail leaving crescent moon indentions on the skin as he pushed inside of her. Sweat began to pool at the small of his back as she rolled her hips up to meet him, their bodies falling into a steady rhythm.
He placed his forehead against hers, eyes locked as he thrusts harder, deeper. Both chasing their high together. Olivia's eyes flutter closed as the pleasure builds closer and closer.
“Look at me!” Matt demands. God the way he said that unlocked something in her.
Her eyes snap back open to meet his. He picks up his pace with a grunt, alternating between deep full hilt thrusts and shallow ones that leaves her needing more.
“Fuck, Liv, you’re doing so good for me.” He praises between his own moans.
Her hands snake deeper into his mane of hair as they push closer and closer to the breaking point. He tries to hide his moan in another deep kiss.
“Matt….” She whines, “so close..”
“That’s it, babygirl.” He praises, “cum for me, let me hear that pretty voice.”
She cried out his name in pleasure, star bursts dotting in her vision as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She writhed with overstimulation as he chased his own climax shortly after. He collapsed on her chest, both of them trying to calm their ragged breathing.
Matt quickly got up and retrieved a wet washcloth from the half bath and cleaned both of them up before laying back down and pulling Olivia on top of him along with the decorative blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. She nestled her face into the crux of his neck, he rested his chin on top of her head.
“Matt?” Olivia asks, voice muffled by how she was laying.
“Yeah?”
“You’re still not getting the shirt back.” She says.
He lets out a laugh.
“Fair enough,” he replies, kissing her forehead, “It looks better on you anyways.”
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The Coyotes Cry-One
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Pairings: MafiaBoss!TattooArtist! Noah Sebastian x OFC.
Warnings/Tropes: violence, death, swearing, smut(very mature), angst, fluff, forced proximity, forbidden love, dark romance, mafia themes, arranged marriage, tattoo artist.
Summary: Centered on the story of a young bride whose fairy-tale vision of the Concrete Jungle is shattered when her father, part of the Irish Crime Family; McManus strikes a marital peace deal with the mafia head of OMNS, Noah Sebastian. Scarlett is faced with rage and conflict, as she is forced to work alongside her new husband in his tattoo shop that fronts for his mafia dealings. Devastating events leave Scarlett with the realization that there is more to Noah than meets the eye. "I would willingly, lay down my life for you if I had to." The power of love is thicker than blood.
Authors Note: Here is chapter one! I don't think this series will be more than six parts but you never know with how often I'm always adding things. This series will have mature themes throughout as a warning.
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NOAH
The screams were muted due to the concrete confines of the room, the cold, moist air circulating us in a suffocating grip. But none of that mattered, the only thing that did was strapped to the chair in front of me. Cleaning the sharp blade on the once-white handkerchief, I clicked my tongue at the raw screams.
“Scream all you want. No one can hear you all the way down here,” I said while pointing to the concrete walls. “I mixed the concrete myself with a special formula. Think of it as soundproof.”
The man spat blood at my feet, nearly missing my black boots. “Fuck you!”
A chuckle to the left of me and I glanced over to one of my right-hand men, Joakim. Although, we in OMNS always called him Jolly.
“I applaud the fire in you,” Jolly nodded at the man. “You’ll need it.”
Twirling the knife between my fingers, I yet again asked the same question that I asked three times previously.
“Who killed Vincent?”
“I already told you fuckers, I don’t know!” The man, Barry, choked out on a mouth full of blood. “You’re asking the wrong guy!”
As Barry fought against the bindings, the chair scraping against the ground at our feet, I hummed in mock disappointment. “No, Barry. I don't think we are. My intel tells me that someone in the Irish Mafia killed a dear friend of mine.”
“I hate to tell you, your intel is wrong,” Barry said with a dry chuckle.
Suddenly his screams of agony sounded like music to my ears as I dug the knife deep into his thigh directly above the previous wound that Jolly had given him with the screwdriver. My hair fell into my eyes and I hastily brushed it back with my large hand, blood smearing in the dark strands. I’d been due for a haircut for the last few weeks but haven’t found anyone able to give me the correct Levi cut since my older barber passed away.
“My intel is never wrong,” I gritted out through clenched teeth while twisting the knife deeper.
Barry was a blubbering mess, dark tendrils of his hair covered the agony on his face so with a sharp nod from me, Jolly stood behind Barry and ripped his head back so I could watch in pleasure.
“Now, I’m only going to ask one more time,” I twisted the knife deeper. “Who killed Vincent?”
He did his best to writhe away but with my knife piercing him in place and Jolly’s tight grip on his hair, there was nowhere for Barry to run. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose, and the cut on his eyebrow. Before we captured him, he had the looks of a movie star but now, I couldn't help but cringe.
“I already told you,” he sobbed, a mess of blood and snot. “I swear.”
Jolly and I shared a look for a brief moment before we pushed away from Barry to slink over to the far end of the room to have a conversation.
“Do you believe him?” Jolly tied up his hair into a messy bun.
I placed my hands on my hips and sighed. “I don’t think he knows who killed Vincent but he knows the right direction we need to look. We need to crank it up a notch and show him that OMNS isn't going to back down from this.”
Instantly, he understood and while he retreated up the stairs to my office, I titled my head at Barry.
“What family do you work for?” I asked.
His breathing was shallow and unsteady thanks to the hard blows of Jolly’s fists to his ribs but I had to marvel at this kid's drive to remain loyal.
“The Walsh’s,” he eventually answered.
My brows furrowed in confusion. “The Walsh’s haven’t been around since they moved their operations back to Boston. Why are you still here running the streets for them?”
Barry lifted his heavy head and wore a smug smile. “Call me committed.”
“No, I don't think that’s it,” I shook my head and took two large steps towards him, him shrinking back into himself. “I think it’s the fact that you’re lying to me and I fucking hate liars.”
“Fucking shit!”
He cursed when I ripped out the knife from his thigh to press the blade against his neck.
“You’re insane,” Barry shuddered when he noticed the playful gleam in my eyes.
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “But I also don’t like liars. Now, I’ll ask again. What family do you work for?”
“It’s a new family on the rise called O’shove it up your ass,” he spat in my face.
Literally.
His saliva and blood dripped down my cheek but I didn’t even flinch and made no effort to wipe it away. Instead, I broke out into a wide smile when I heard Jolly returning with something special in tow; something that made Barry’s eyes widen in fear.
“Wh-what the fu-fuck, man?! Do you just have that lying around?” He stuttered.
Glancing over my shoulder, I extended my hand to Jolly who in turn placed the handle of the katana in my palm. Standing straight now, I studied the old sword with careful precision.
“This used to be my great-great-great grandfathers; passed down through each generation. It might be old but I have the blade sharpened every once in a while, just in case,” I said while slowly removing the blade from the sheath.
The dim light overhead cast its faded yellow glow on the sharp blade and something inside of me twinged with sheer delight.
“Ju-ju-st in case fo-for what?”
Jolly snorted at the stuttering mess of Barry while leaning against the concrete wall.
“Tell us what we want to know and you won’t have to find out.”
The sharp tip of the katana pressed lightly against Barry’s jugular, all it would take would be one flick of my wrist to end it all however I refrained, not wanting to end the fun before I got what I needed.
“What family do you work for?” I asked again, this time with less patience than the last time.
Barry’s eyes glanced down from the long blade at his throat to Jolly then finally up to me as I towered over him. His bottom lip wavered as he finally nodded.
“Okay, okay. Promise you won’t kill me?”
He tried to wager but to humor him, I gave a curt nod. “Tell me what I want to know and I’ll think about it.”
“Fuck,” Barry sobbed. “It doesn’t matter. I’m good as dead anyway. The McManus family don’t like rats and a low-level drug dealer like me isn’t worth saving.”
My grip on my katana slipped slightly at the name but I was quick to recover. “The McManus?”
He nodded widely. “ Yea. I work for the brothers; Connor and Murphy. I deal their drugs and run their errands.”
“So you’re their bitch?” Jolly asked.
Barry’s shoulders fell. “Essentially, yes.”
“Did the McManus brothers kill Vincent?” I asked while tightening my grip on the handle of the katana.
“No,” he shook his head, the blood from the wound above his eye now pooling into his eyes. “But they might know who did it. I can try and set up a meeting with them, on your behalf. Maybe they can lead you in the direction you’re looking for?”
Jolly gave me a look and I held up a finger, not quite finished with my conversation with Barry.
“Why the fuck would they listen to you if you’re just their bitch?”
This brought a wicked smile to his face as he used his shoulder to wipe away the blood from his chin.
“Because Murphy McManus doesn't like it when his daughter is threatened.”
A loud rumble erupted in my chest, like a ravenous growl, as I dug the blade of the katana deeper into Barry’s neck, blood now oozing from the fresh wound. I ignored his wails of pain, now only seeing red.
“You’ve got some balls kid to threaten the daughter of one of the most feared Irish Mafia families,” I said.
Barry shrugged in his binds. “I didn’t say it would be coming from me. Word on the street is that McManus' grandfather had issues with your grandfather some odd years ago. They’d believe me if I said the great Noah Sebastian was looking to start a turf war.”
With a scowl, I snapped my head at Jolly. “Get this piece of shit his phone so he can make the call.”
Never once faltering the blade from Barry’s neck, I watched with narrowed eyes as Jolly removed one of the binds around his wrist and tossed the phone on his lap.
“Make the meeting. If I hear one threat on the daughter, I’ll end your life before you even hang up the phone,” I seethed behind the mask of my hair as it fell into my eyes.
My heart beat like a thunderstorm in my chest at the thought of the McManus daughter. No one knew of her and what she meant to not only the family but me as well; besides my closest allies.
Barry’s fingers worked fast to type out a message before showing me the screen and with my free hand, I snatched it from him to read it.
Barry: The brother's food will be delivered at six p.m. tonight.
Unknown: What’s on the menu?
Barry: Japanese with a side of Swiss.
“Joakim is Swedish,” I corrected Barry. “I’m assuming this whole dinner rous is to keep the authorities off your back if they go snooping?”
“Look at you! I think you earned yourself a gold star,” Barry joked.
Jolly’s fist collided with his face, his neck snapping to the side, and the faint red mark from his ring began to rise on Barry’s cheek.
“Let me guess, he’s the muscle between the two of you?” Barry spat out a chunk of blood.
Not bothering to look away from his phone as a new message came in, I answered his question.
“No, that’s Ash. Trust me, you don’t want to meet him.”
Unknown: Dinner will be served in the study. 6 o’clock.
“It’s set,” I tossed the phone to Jolly who dropped it to the ground seconds before his boot came crashing down on it.
“What the fuck! You guys owe me a new phone!”
Placing the sheath back over the katana, I set it on the table along with the other wide variety of weapons and turned back to Barry with my hands crossed behind my back; grasping the weapon tightly. He glanced between Jolly and me and noticed the sinister gleam dancing behind my honey eyes.
“Hang on,” he began thrashing in the chair, free hand swinging widely. “You said I could live.”
“I did. But watch what you say next.”
Quickly, Jolly grabbed Barry’s free arm to drag his still-bound body over to the table behind me and held his wrist down. His hand was on display for my wicked plan.
“Barry, I have a question for you. If you answer wrong, well-,” I pulled out the hammer from behind my back and shook it in front of him.
His eyes widened in fear but I paid no mind to it, simply asked my question.
“Will Murphy’s daughter be there tonight?”
“Fuck no! Dumb broad never leaves her bedroom,” Barry answered. “She’s holed up in there all hours of the day. The only time she leaves is at 8 o'clock for her nightly walks.”
Jolly sucked in a breath just as I raised the hammer, bringing it down on Barry’s pinky, whose cries were overshadowed by the noise of his bones breaking.
“Why are you so obsessed with this broad?!”
I brought the hammer down again, this time breaking his ring and pointer finger. Now he was practically having an exorcism with how he was moving about on the chair, struggling to break free from the binds.
“One more question then I’m finished with this game,” I said while craning my neck to the side before getting eye level with the man. “Do you suspect the McManus family killed Vincent?”
While he stayed silent, the look that flashed over his hazel eyes told me everything I needed to know. Turning on my heels, I dropped the hammer on the table and began walking upstairs to leave Jolly to clean up until Barry’s voice halted me in my tracks.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if the broad pulled the trigger herself. She’ll do whatever she can to get Daddy’s attention since she was never the favorite..”
My shoulders went rigid and I could faintly hear Jolly mutter under his breath something in Swedish before I grabbed the gun from behind my back that had been tucked in the waist paint of my black slacks and fired two rounds straight into Barry’s chest.
“Noah,” Jolly started.
I waved him off before dropping the gun on the table. “Let’s be real, Jolly. We weren’t letting him walk out of here alive anyway.
“McManus,” he sighed while rubbing his jaw. “Why does that name sound familiar?”
I cleaned the blood from my fingers and rings before letting out a long breath. I knew he wouldn’t remember the name but that name haunted me for years, plagued my entire existence in more ways than one.
“They’re one of the most notorious Irish Mafia families. Their lineage started in Ireland generations ago before relocating to Boston where the McManus brothers were raised by their grandfather, Fergal. They moved to Los Angeles when the brothers were in their mid-twenties.”
“Wait,” Jolly’s head snapped over towards me. “The twins that went on that killing spree all those years ago in Boston. The last anyone heard from them is when they shot Yakavetta in open court.”
“Exactly why they moved here. Fergal didn't appreciate the hot trail on them so they hid out here for a few years. But Fergal couldn’t handle laying low for long because he began building the ranks here. Overstepping on my grandfather's turf, because he was still young at the time.” I grabbed the weapons we used on Barry and tossed them into the bucket of bleach in the utility sink.
“You know a lot about this family,” Jolly noted.
I hummed. “My grandfather told me all about them growing up. He wanted to make sure I was well versed in the McManus family once I took over.”
Glancing down at myself, I hummed again in displeasure when I noticed the blood spatter all over my white turtleneck.
Should have worn the black one, idiot.
I went about cleaning up the mess, ignoring the slumped-over body in the chair for a moment.
“The daughter. Do you think she did it?” Jolly wondered.
I halted unraveling the plastic we used to wrap the dead bodies for a few seconds before letting my shoulders drop slightly. “I don’t believe so. While the McManus brothers do hire hitmen to do their dirty work, there’s no way Murphy would make his own blood do it.”
“I know there’s some sort of history between you and her. With all of us-”
His words trailed off when I snapped my eyes over to him. “There is no history, Jolly. She’s just someone who went to high school with us. That was years ago and I doubt she even remembers that we went to the same school. She was too busy being preoccupied with other things.”
All of us in OMNS grew up together since we were twelve years old, Jolly moved here from Sweden when he was ten. We’d all been inseparable for the last sixteen years in the schoolyard and now the streets of the Concrete Jungle.
Not saying another word, the two of us busied ourselves cleaning up our mess and by the time we returned upstairs to my office. The staircase to the hidden basement was located behind a bookshelf and while Jolly closed it, I rummaged through the drawers of my desk to find a different shirt.
Now dressed in a fresh black t-shirt, we stepped out of my office and the sounds of tattoo machines reached my ears and I smirked walking into the open lobby. Every one of my artists had someone in their chairs and my most sought-after artist, Nicholas, glanced up at me for a second before returning to tattooing his client.
“How’d the meeting go?” He asked.
“Didn’t work out. We have another one set for 6 tonight,” Jolly informed.
I went up to the counter of my tattoo shop and glanced down at the book. It was a full day of appointments not to mention the group of girls that came in for a walk in. They were chittering like birds about how it was the blonde's bachelorette party and she specifically wanted me.
In more ways than one.
While she was cute, she wasn’t my type.
Roger, the receptionist of Under The Right Lights Tattoo Parlor, and newest recruit of OMNS glanced at me over his shoulder.
“Oh hey, Noah. Are you ready for the walk-in?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m not tattooing today. But I do have a job for you.”
His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”
“Tonight when the shop closes, stick around. We need your help with something,” I patted his shoulder.
“You got it, boss,” Roger nodded with a wide smile.
Turning on my heels, I stuffed my hands in my pockets to glance at my studio. I opened Under The Right Lights about six years ago and even though we had a slow start, once word got out that Noah Sebastian and Nicholas Ruffilo tattooed here, business flowed in through the doors.
I took over my grandfather's other business eight years ago but needed something to cover those dealings so that's when I thought of opening a tattoo shop with my best friends; my brothers. While Nicholas tattooed, Jolly ran the financial side of things, and Nick, or as we called him Folio, ran the motorcycle shop right next door. He was a mechanic, one of the best in town, and he often frequented here through the door to the left of Nicholas’ booth when he wasn’t busy fixing bikes.
Above my tattoo shop housed thirty apartments, all owned by me, and I lived in the penthouse on the tenth floor. Everyone in OMNS also lived in their own units so we could always be close to each other, in case something came up. With nine of the units being occupied by us, I rented out the other twenty-one for another form of income each month.
I treated everyone as an equal with the tattoo studio and OMNS but they also respected me enough to know that I had the final say with both. Things didn’t get approved unless I gave the okay.
Glancing down at my watch, I noticed that it was only four in the afternoon meaning we had a few hours until we met with the brothers. So I walked over to the back area of the shop where we used a private section to make a small gym where I knew Ash and Byran would be.
Ash was not only my bodyguard but he was also my trainer and Bryan took photos of the tattoos and ran our social media account.
“Tonight, six o'clock,” I said while crossing my arms.
Bryan wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded. “I’ll make sure the SUV is loaded up.”
“Thank you,” I then turned towards Ash. “I’ve got a body downstairs. Do you mind?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. I’ll bring Matt. He needs a break from managing everything. Get out and smell the trees in the woods. Or the salty brine of the ocean.”
With a snort, I bid them goodbye before retreating into my office and ignoring the preposterous waves of the blonde in the waiting area and instead thought of a certain redhead.
SCARLETT
With a longing sigh, I brushed away the fire-red strands of hair from my face and adjusted my position on my bed to continue reading the book in front of me. It was the book Wolves: Behavior, Ecology, and Conservation by L. David Mech. This was the third time I’ve read but every time, I somehow learned something new.
I've been out of college with my degree for four years now and although I haven’t done anything since then, I still tried to keep up with my studies. The possibility of opening up a wildlife rescue still weighed heavy on my mind but I knew my father would never agree to it. His money was to be used for other business opportunities.
The spiral notebook was filled with my chicken scratch handwriting and after tossing down the pen, I shook out the cramp from my hand to glance at the clock on my nightstand. It was nearing six in the evening and when it would be time for dinner with my father and uncle, they had to cancel due to a meeting that seemed to come out of nowhere.
Next to the clock was a picture that made my heart drop to my stomach like it did every time. It was of me, my father, and my mother back on my eighteenth birthday and high school graduation; the last picture we took together.
Because she was murdered that night.
Eight years later the tears still burned in my eyes when I thought back to that night. We were driving home from dinner when someone crashed into our car and ran it off the road into a ditch. My father managed to pull me from the wreckage before the car burst into flames; my mother however wasn’t that lucky. We never found out who ran us off the road that night and whenever I asked about it, my father would wave me off and say one word only.
Revenge.
The relationship with my father was never the same since that night and once my Uncle Connor moved in, I retreated into myself. I loved them both dearly, but I blamed their life in the Irish Mafia for my mother's death. I did my best to remain respectful because I still lived in the McManus estate and knew I couldn’t make it on my own; not yet. My father had made it clear more than once that the only way I was to move out was either if I had my own money or married.
Hence why I was doubling up on my studies, I needed to find some kind of job with my degree, a simple job at a store or fast food place would not be enough to survive on my own. And clearly, my relationship with my boyfriend was nowhere near marriage level yet; we’d only been together for less than a year and never spoke about getting married.
I checked my phone and noticed Cory texted me a little while ago.
Cory: I have to cancel tomorrow night, sorry. Work is sending me out of town and won’t be back till Sunday.
I rolled my eyes knowing damn well he wasn’t the slightest bit sorry.
Me: OK. See you then, I guess.
I locked my phone, the sound echoing in the quiet of my bedroom, and I busied myself once again with the book in front of me until there was a soft knock on my door.
“Yes?” I called out.
The door cracked open slightly and a head of white curls popped their head inside and I instantly smiled.
“Hi, Dortha.”
“Hello dear,” our housekeeper smiled, resting her frail hands in the pocket of her apron. “I know your father and uncle can’t make dinner but I still made your favorite. If you’re hungry.”
My stomach growling gave way to my answer so with a chuckle, I let my studies be to follow Dortha out of my room and down to the dining room where I knew she already had a plate of food set up for me.
NOAH
The car ride across town to the McManus estate was filled with the ramblings of the other members of OMNS while I sat quietly behind the wheel, mind filled with more pressing matters. I gripped the wheel so hard that my knuckles were turning white, something Nicholas, who sat in the passenger seat, noticed right away.
“Are you alright?”
I nodded. “Just going over what I’m going to say.”
Pulling the car to a slow stop at a red light, I drummed my fingers against the dashboard, trying another thing to calm my nerves since the deep breathing exercises my therapist recommended weren’t working.
“Hey boss,” Roger spoke up from the back seat between Ash and Bryan. “Maybe someone else should drive. You seem nervous.”
My eyes sliced into him through the rearview mirror. “No one drives my car but me.”
With a shaking hand through his golden locks, he nodded and kept his head down the rest of the drive once I hit the gas again.
“Do you know what you’re going to ask them? Folio wondered from the seat behind me while tapping the wooden drumsticks he always carried on his lap.
“I’m thinking of coming out right and asking if they have any idea who killed Vincent,” I answered.
Jolly shifted in the seat behind Nicholas and without having to gaze over at him, I knew he wasn’t too thrilled about my idea.
“I’d say we just pop these fools. End this turf war once and for all,” Roger pipped up again.
His excitement for being brought along tonight was evident but I was suddenly regretting my decision.
“Chill, we need to be smart about this,” I said.
“We can’t go in there with guns blazing,” Jolly added.
I came to a stop in front of the large, gothic-like gate, and rolled down my window so I was able to click the button on the intercom.
“Yes?” A thick Irish accent responded.
I cleared my throat. “I have the brothers' dinner. Japanese with a side of Swiss.”
Only static came from the speaker for a long moment until the loud creak of the gate caused Roger to jump in surprise and Byran to stifle a laugh behind his hand. The SUV glided up the long drive with ease as the setting sun spilled inside casting all of us in an orange and purple glow. We all piled out as soon as the car was parked in front of the McManus manor and I nodded towards Bryan, Ash, and Roger.
“You three hang back in the foyer in case the brothers don’t want all of us in the meeting,” I said while clicking the safety on my gun before stuffing it in my back waistband.
While Ash and Bryan agreed, both double-checking their weapons, Roger on the other hand made his distaste for my orders known with a low scowl.
“All due respect, Noah,” he began.
I adjusted the peaky hat on my head and raised a brow. “Is there a problem, Roger?”
He shifted on his feet. “I’ve been the recruit for six months now, don’t you think I worked up being involved in one of these meetings?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to my snarky remark to myself but Folio was quick to respond in my place.
“Kid, calm down. It took Bryan six years to work up the ranks. Ash, it took him ten years.”
Roger gaped at the two of them who seemed to have played along with Folio’s joke and agreed with a nod.
“Can I atleast get a gun?” He outstretched his arms. “You guys are sending me into the warzone with no weapon!”
“It’s only a warzone if you make it one,” Ash said.
“No weapons for recruits,” I said.
Not wanting to waste any more time out here, I led the group of us up the crumbling steps and came to a stop in front of the door. Motioning to Roger, I waited for him to ring the bell, and glanced around the vast grounds of the McManus estate while stuffing my hands deep into the pockets of my black peacoat.
“Nervous?”
Peering to my left, I nodded to Nicholas. “A bit.”
He clapped my shoulder. “Let’s keep our questions short. Try to get the info we need then we can leave.”
“Yeah,” Folio agreed while shivering. “This place gives me the creeps. It looks like it's days away from caving in.”
Glancing up at the old brick mansion, I had to agree with him. It looked as if neither of the McManus brothers bothered to keep up with the maintenance of the home and the overgrown grass on the other side of the driveway was proof of that.
Suddenly the front door opened with an eerie creaking and all of our eyes met with an older lady with a head full of white curls.
“Yes?”
I stepped forward. “My name is Noah Sebastian. OMNS has a meeting with the brothers.”
Her brown eyes shifted between all of us before she slowly stepped to the side, letting us all pile inside the grand manor. While the outside needed some work, the inside was marvelous with expensive pieces of art and not a speck of dust anywhere.
“My name is Dorthea. I will let the brothers know you’re here,” she said with a thick Irish accent.
Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention and when I gazed up at the top of the stairs landing, all of my breath left my soul when those familiar hazel eyes met mine. All of the hairs not only on the back of my neck but on my arms stood straight with the buzz of electricity that shot through me when I noticed her eyes double in size. The brightness of her gaze struck a chord in my heart, playing a soft melody that only the two of us could hear.
It had been a long while since I’d seen her last but fuck, she still looked absolutely breathtaking like she did the night of high school graduation.
Her hair was deeper red than the last time we saw each other, now it cascaded down her back, and when she outstretched her arms on the wooden banister, her head tilted to the side in a way to assess all of these strangers in her home.
Although four of us weren’t strangers to her. We all went to high school together even though she wouldn’t remember us. She was always with the group of kids that were rich, too good to be seen with the bottom dwellers like us.
I removed my hat to hand it to Roger to hold onto it then shook out my hair from my eyes before slicking it back and I could have sworn I heard someone’s breath catch in their throat.
“Noah Sebastian, standing here in my house. I must say, I almost didn’t recognize you without the long hair.”
Well, shit.
“Saoirse McManus,” I hummed in response to her sarcastic tone.
A low scowl pulled on her lips before she pushed herself away from the banister and quickly scurried down the hall, disappearing around the corner.
It was almost bittersweet seeing her again after all this time. While I wish it had been under better circumstances, I knew that I couldn’t allow myself to get wrapped up in Saoirse McManus; not again. I had built an empire since dropping out of high school and I couldn’t let anything tear it down, especially a silly little crush.
It never was a silly crush. It was always more than that. You’re just bitter that she never felt the same.
Why would she ever have feelings for me? In her eyes and her financial stature, OMNS were nobodies; the gum on the bottom of their shoe. While they ran their empire up in the rich estates of the wealthy, we ran ours in the slums of the Concrete Jungle. There may have been a point in my life when I wanted to be in the same stature as her but now having earned my wealth, I realized that all I needed was my brothers.
Bullshit.
If that were the case, seeing her tonight wouldn’t have taken my breath away and cock twitched with such a dire need for her.
“What was that about her not remembering you?” Jolly asked.
I ran a hand over my mouth. “I didn’t think she would.”
“Hey,” Roger’s head popped in between Jolly and I. “That’s the daughter, right? You know, rumors are going around the CJ that she’s the one that killed Vincent.”
My eyes sliced into him and Jolly had to press a hand to my chest to keep me from wrapping my hands around his throat.
“The CJ?” I spat out through a clenched jaw.
Roger swallowed thickly. “Yeah. The Concrete Jungle. I thought you would understand the nickname since you were the one who created the Concrete Jungle. I spend a lot of time in the tunnels with groups of guys who tell stories of OMNS success. Why do you think I wanted to join so badly?”
“Do me a favor, kid. Stop lingering in the underground parts of the jungle because you don’t know what dwells underneath there. You don’t want to find yourself in a situation you can’t sweet talk your way out of,” I said.
“What?” He let out an airy chuckle. “Are you hiding a tank full of sirens? Or creating your own artificial intelligence?”
With a dark look filling my eyes, I gave him a smirk before giving him my back when I heard the faint footsteps of Dorthea returning.
“Just the Japanese and Swiss,” she pointed to us.
Jolly let out a groan. “I’m Swedish.”
“Follow me,” she hooked a finger at us, ignoring Jolly.
Giving the rest of my brothers a nod, we followed Dorthea down a long wide hallway, and I took in the sight of all the pictures lining the wall, noticing that they were family pictures of the McManus family.
The first picture was of the man who started it all over one hundred years ago, Cillian McManus. It continued for a long while until Fergal’s familiar face caught my eyes, followed by his son, then Connor, then Murphy with his wife and Saiorse.
Coming to a brief stop, I studied the picture for a long moment, before Jolly pulled me along.
“The brothers are allowing you five minutes of their time,” Dorthea informed as we stopped in front of a set of double doors and her hands wrapped around the golden knobs.
“How generous,” I grumbled under my breath just before the door opened.
Inside was a huge library/office combo. Three out of four of the walls were just bookshelves full of books, the smell of old literature tickling my nose. Thick black carpet covered almost every inch of the floor and in the center of the room were two long burgundy couches that sat horizontally to an old fireplace that was blazing with hot flames. I felt the warmth on my face when Jolly and I stepped inside.
On either couch sat the brothers, both having a glass dangling from their fingers, and their hushed conversation seized when they noticed our presence.
“Ah,” the taller one with shorter hair muttered as he slowly stood to his feet and extended his free hand toward me. “You must be Noah. An acquaintance of mine said I’d be expecting you. I’m Conner.”
After we shook hands, Connor motioned to the other man on the couch, who still had yet to stand up. “That is my twin brother Murphy.”
Giving him a curt nod, I clasped my hands behind my back. “This is Joakim. We won’t take much of your time. But we do have one question to ask.”
While Murphy muttered something in Irish under his breath, Connor urged me to ask.
“About six months ago, a dear friend of ours Vincent Riquier was murdered, his body being left on the doorstep of my tattoo shop. I had some intel point me in the direction of someone in the Irish family.”
Connor's brow raised as he took a small drink of his amber liquid. “Are you saying we had something to do with it?”
Jolly shook his head. “Not at all. We were just wondering if you could let us know if our intel was correct since it came from one of your men.”
This caused Murphy to snap his head towards us and brushed away the long hair from his face; blue eyes boring into us. “One of our men?”
“Barry,” I said flatly. “Movie star looks. Although, I must say that was before.”
The twins shared a look before Murphy rose to his feet with a roar. “You killed him?”
I stood toe to toe with him, not showing him an ounce of fear because I knew guys like this could smell it.
“Never said I did,” I answered with a shrug.
“Imigh leat,” Murphy waved a hand in my face before turning on his feet to face the fireplace.
Connor let out a displeased noise at his brother before giving Jolly and me a tight smile, the lines in his face creasing. “You must ignore my brother, he just argued with his daughter before you arrived.”
Saoirse’s face crept into my mind but I did my best to push away those feelings. I couldn’t give away my feelings for her; the ones that stayed buried for so long.
“Again with this foolish dream of opening an animal rehab facility. Why she wants to work when she has all the money I can give her if she just stays here is beyond my thinking,” Murphy muttered after downing the rest of his drink, slamming the cup on the table next to the couch.
“About Barry,” Connor ignored his brother while stuffing his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “If you did kill him, one less thing for us to worry about. He was a pain in our arses anyway.”
“So then, as a token, you’ll give us the direction we need to look into for our friend's death,” Jolly tried while scratching the facial hair on his chin.
With Connor’s silence, his gaze locked in on us with his hand on the holster on his hip, and Murphy’s back still to us, I nodded towards Jolly, who understood and we bid the brothers goodbye.
“Thank you for your time,” I said before ushering Jolly outside of the room before me.
Once we were back in the solitude of the hallway, we rushed back to the foyer with a burning feeling at the back of my neck. Something wasn’t right, their silence told us way too much and I needed to get far away from here.
“Something doesn’t feel right,” Jolly noted.
I agreed with a low rumble in my chest, placing my hat back on. “I know. They were quick to dismiss us and I didn’t like how Connor reached for his gun.”
Hearing our footsteps echo loudly on the marble floor, Bryan glanced up from his phone with furrowed brows.
“That was quick.”
“We’ll discuss it in the car,” I said while ushering everyone outside quickly.
One by one we all piled out of the house and before I stepped through the threshold, I dared a glance back up to the stairs landing, hoping to catch sight of her but instead, I locked eyes with two large guards who had their guns in their grasp.
“Boss, this doesn't make sense,” Roger turned swiftly on his heels and blocked me.
“Roger, not now,” I said sternly. “Get to the car. Now.”
“All these rumors, they had to start somewhere,” he continued to ramble on.
I backhanded his chest and then threw a thumb over my shoulder to the men who were now descending the grand staircase. Finally, when Roger noticed them, he scrambled out the door, me swiftly following behind him.
All of us gathered around the SUV to discuss what our next plan of action would be. There were other Irish families I could talk with but they all had connections to the McManus brothers so they wouldn’t give me anything.
As I was chatting with Nicholas, Roger began pacing in front of the car, running a hand through his hair.
“What’s his problem?” Nicholas mumbled to me.
“He thinks the brothers are hiding something,” I informed him while shrugging. “I must admit, I feel the same. They were too closed off in there. And the way those guards were staring at me, I swore they were looking for a fight.”
“In retaliation for Barry?”
“Could be,” I ran a hand over my chin. “Or they don’t appreciate us showing up tonight. Either way, we need to get out of here.”
Everyone began loading into the SUV, besides Roger, who was still pacing.
“Roger, get in,” I demanded from behind the driver's door.
"They're a bunch of liars. all of them. I bet you that broad upstairs knows something.”
All I saw was read for a few moments before I realized that I had Roger pinned to the hood of the car by his throat, my tattooed fingers cutting off his oxygen. Strands of my hair fell into my eyes but I made no effort to let up my grip.
“Watch how you speak about her,” I spit out.
Roger’s eyes were white as he struggled to fight me, his nails digging into the skin of my wrist.
“Shit,” Ash muttered while scrambling out of the car to wrap his arms around my chest, trying to pull me away. “Let him go, Noah. You’re going to kill him.”
With an effortless grunt, I tossed Roger to the ground and did my best to fix my hair when Ash let me go as the front door of the manor opened; Saiorse walked out with the two guards following closely behind her.
She paid us no mind as she trotted down the steps and began walking the opposite way of us. Glancing at my watch, I noticed that it was 8 p.m.
“The only time she leaves is at 8 o'clock for her nightly walks.” Barry’s words from earlier rang in my ears.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I grumbled while adjusting my jacket.
Roger quickly scrambled to his feet and when he finally noticed the two guards who had stopped walking to watch us with careful eyes, something switched in Roger’s mind. My jaw began to drop when I saw him reach for something underneath his shirt, my next words came out slow, almost inebriated.
“Roger, no!”
The sound of gunfire erupted, and all of us dropped to our knees around the car for some sort of protection. Bullets ricochet off of the car, one nearly missing my forehead as it blew the hat clear off my head. I strangled out a vacant cry while pressing my body closer to the car. My heart was beating widely in my chest and my hands shook but I didn’t have time to dwell on almost dying, I needed to stop this before it became worse than it already was.
“Mother fucker!”
Glancing over my shoulder, I cursed when I saw Folio go down to the ground clutching his thigh, his gun skidding halfway down the long driveway. I crawled over to him, keeping my head down when I noticed that a couple more McManus guards had emerged from inside and now we were outnumbered; seven to nine.
Blood oozed out from the wound on Folio’s thigh and I grabbed a handful of his shirt, ripping a large piece from it.
“You’re alright; just a flesh wound,” I reassured him while fixing the makeshift tourniquet.
“Where the hell did Roger find a gun?” Folio asked through clenched teeth when I squeezed too hard on his wound to stop the bleeding.
“I’m about to find out,” I patted his cheek before ripping my gun from behind my pants and clicked off the safety.
Using the open door of the SUV as a shield, I peered around it to see that four guards were lying dead on the ground, two were hiding behind the pillars of the manor for their own protection, and one was coming towards us.
Firing off two rounds, both hitting the mark of the guard's chest, I watched him crumble to the ground and then gave a sharp whistle towards Jolly who was firing his weapon in the car through the shot-out back windshield.
“Two on the porch!” I yelled over the sounds of gunfire.
Jolly nodded and I gave him protection against the other two guards who were firing their weapons from behind a bush, he snuck up to the two guards hiding on the porch, their lives ending before they even noticed him.
Now the numbers were in our favor so slowly rising to my feet, I stepped out from my shield and called out to the last two McManus guards.
“You’re not walking out of this alive!”
“Imeacht go fánach ort féin is ar do chnapán miúlach!” A deep voice rumbled out from behind the bus.
A flash of red caught my attention and I forgot for a moment that Saoirse was outside when the shootout began. I could hear my heart in my ears with worry if she’d been hit but when I saw her slowly rise to her feet due to one of the guards pushing her to farther safety, I breathed a little.
Until a gun went off to my left and with sharp eyes, I watched as the bullet hit Saoirse in the arm, blood splattering against the fading white paint of the house.
“Bitch! That’s for Vincent!” Roger bellowed his victory.
I let out a vicious growl as I tackled him to the ground, laying fist after fist into his face. Poor kid never saw me coming and gave no fight against me. By the time I finished, my knuckles were broken and raw, covered in not only my blood but his as well. Roger’s face was a mangled mess as he rolled over to his side, spitting out chunks of spit mixed with blood. For a final measure, I laid a swift kick to his stomach making sure he wouldn’t get up for a while. Through the white noise in my brain, I did my best to calm my breathing when I gazed over my shoulder to the carnage that lay in our wake; all thanks to Roger’s trigger finger.
Besides Folio, all of my men were unharmed and it seemed as if Folio would be fine. However, out of nine McManus guards, only two remain. One held something to Saoirse’s arm while the other tossed his gun to the ground, showing us he surrendered.
“Is she alright?” I called out to them.
“Fuck you, Noah!” She spat, eyes almost as red with fury as the color of her hair.
Yeah, she was fine.
Through the eerie silence of the night air, I watched as the front door carefully opened then both the McManus brothers stepped into the carnage.
“Saoirse!” Murphy’s voice boomed.
“She’s over here!” The one guard who was tending to her wound called out while pulling them out from behind the bushes.
I sucked in a breath when I saw all the blood staining the gray long sleeve of her sweater as the guard quickly whisked her inside, her father right on her tail. The look of pure hatred was on Connor’s face as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Whose bullet hit my niece?” He asked.
I pointed to the broken body of Roger, who was still struggling to rise to his feet. “I’ll take care of him, I promise you.”
Conner gave a curt nod before hooking his finger in my direction. “You. By yourself. Now.”
Licking my lips, I nodded and handed over my gun to Ash, who looked at me with bewilderment in his eyes.
“Are you insane?” He demanded. “You can’t go in there by yourself.”
“If they wanted me dead, I would be,” I said with more reassurance in my voice than I was feeling.
Giving a soft smile to the rest of my men, letting them know I’d be fine, I stepped back inside the manor with Conner close behind.
SCARLETT
“What the fuck!” I screamed while pushing myself away from the table, but hissing as pain shot through my arm.
The doctor we had on standby informed me that it was merely a flesh wound I suffered and closed it up with a few stitches and some pills for the pain.
“Watch your tongue,” my father warned while not looking away from his plate of food.
“You just told me that I’m supposed to marry Noah Sebastian! How the fuck can I watch my tongue?! This is absurd! You can’t make that decision for me.”
He pushed away his plate with a sigh and then steepled his fingers together. “I can because I am your father. And for the price of peace, I couldn’t deny his offer.”
I nearly fell back into my seat at the dining room table. “His offer? This was his idea?”
My Uncle Conner nodded. “That man is quite the negotiator. He didn’t want any more bloodshed and for a truce, he asked for your hand in marriage; we agreed on one condition.”
“Oh, I can't wait to hear what this condition was,” I placed my hand on my hip. “Does he want a baby in a year? Do I have to abide by his command? Am I to be locked away in a castle for the rest of my life?”
“Far from that,” my father lit his cigar, puffing the smoke into the air. “We agreed that you can marry him as long as he kill the man that shot you.”
My eyes widened. “The kid? Fucking hell, dad! He can’t be more than twenty years old!”
“Then he shouldn’t have been involved in a game that was designed for men!” My father’s fist slammed on the aged oak of the table.
I didn’t even flinch, being so used to his outbursts like this. Instead, I fought back harder against this offer.
“What about Cory?” I questioned.
“Who?” My father’s thick brows furrowed as the age lines in his forehead creased.
“The boyfriend,” my uncle informed him while swirling the ice cubes around in his cup.
My father did a double take. “How the fuck do you know?”
“Fuck you, I know shit,” he shrugged.
“Very well,” my father sighed. “It’s not like this relationship would have worked out anyway. You will end it and move in with Noah by Friday.”
“FRIDAY?!” I screeched. “That’s in two days!”
“The wedding will be at the end of the month,” my uncle informed me.
Too much information had been thrown at me all at once and I pinched the bridge of my nose to keep myself from crying. I typically wasn’t a crier but from the moment I laid my eyes on Noah Sebastian in the foyer of my home, all of my old feelings came rushing in like a tidal wave and I still didn’t have time to process that.
“If I say no to this deal?” I shot back.
Neither my uncle nor father said anything, simply motioned to the guns that lay next to their plates. Now, I knew they didn’t mean they would kill me. Instead, they would kill Noah and every last mother fucker who had anything to do with tonight.
“This is unbelievable!” I yelled while throwing my hands up and storming my way up the stairs to my bedroom.
The sound of my door slamming shook the old bones of the manor and I yanked the ends of my hair with a scream. I despised not only this life but also the fact that I couldn’t do anything about this arrangement. Not when the lives of innocents were on the line.
Innocents? They shot you!
Shaking the thought from my mind, I fell back onto my bed with a groan. It was easy to tell that the kid was the one that started the unnecessary gunfight. Noah was only doing what he could to protect his people.
Those gorgeous almond eyes haunted me for years, plaguing my entire existence since I first saw them freshman year of high school. I never could do anything about it, however, knowing that we ran in different circles and it was forbidden. His family ran the slums while mine ran the prestige wealth.
The last I saw of Noah or any of those guys was the night of high school graduation. While Noah dropped out three months before, the rest of his friends walked across the stage and he was there for support. Our eyes locked across the vast space of the room. His hair was long but pulled back into a high bun, showcasing the sharpness of his cheekbones as he gave me a gentle smile. Of course, I had to ignore the pull of my heart strings, no matter how strong they were.
If someone had told a teenage me that now, eight years later, I’d be marrying that man who captured my heart so long ago, I’d laugh in their face.
Running a hand over my face, I sat up in bed and quickly dialed Cory’s number so I could deliver the news. On the eighth ring, he answered almost breathlessly.
“Hello?”
“Hi,” I played with the ends of my hair. “Do you have a minute to talk?”
There was some rustling on his end before his breath came through. “I suppose.”
Ignoring the tone, I took a deep inhale to prepare myself for breaking the news to him. “There’s no easy way to say this. But my father just informed me that he arranged a marriage for me. I have to move in with the guy on Friday. I tried to fight it, tried to fight for us, but I didn’t have a choice. It’s something I have to do.”
There was a very long beat of silence on Cory’s end before his voice broke through. “Ok. Thanks for letting me know.”
My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach. “W-what? That’s it?”
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Scarlett? You said it yourself, you don’t have a choice in this. Why fight for something that has no end in sight?”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek hard to not snap at him but eventually failed.
“You know, you’re right. What’s the fucking point,” I seethed.
Before I could hang up on him, I heard the click and stared down in disbelief at my now black screen.
“What a piece of shit!” I bellowed while tossing my phone onto my bed.
My knee bounced in anger, that conversation adding more fuel to the fire, and as much as I wanted to scream out my frustrations I knew that it would be futile. Instead, I dragged my feet into the large walk-in closet and began packing up things that I knew I would need in my new life.
NOAH
Wiping away the blood from my rings, I stepped into the lobby of the quiet tattoo shop and noticed Nicholas closing up his section.
“How’d it go tonight?” I wondered after tossing the rag into the bag he had opened.
The one we planned on burning anyway so any evidence would be gone in the flames.
“Slow night but those aren’t bad every once in a while,” he answered before motioning to the door I previously walked through. “All finished?”
“Yeah, Jolly and Folio are cleaning it up. This one was messier than I would have liked. I’ll admit, the kid put up a hell of a fight,” I said while leaning against the wall with crossed arms.
The tattooed muscles in my forearms flexed.
“Did he say where he found the gun?”
“Bought it off of someone on the street before we left that night. Apparently, he had a feeling I wouldn’t allow him to have one and he felt like he needed protection,” I informed Nicholas.
Who, in turn, snorted while packing up his tattoo gun. “A lot of good it did.”
My lips parted to speak but with the sound of the bell dinging above the door, revealing that someone had stepped inside.
“Sorry, we’re closed,” the words died in my throat when I saw who walked inside.
Her hair was pulled back into a tight braid, her green eyes standing out amongst everything else about her. She carried two suitcases behind her and one large duffel bag on her shoulder.
“Hi,” I said while standing straight up.
All of the breath inside of me left me with a whoosh of air as the excitement of our arrangement finally filled me. When I first brought up the idea to the McManus brothers, I fully expected them to deny it. Much to my surprise, they agreed almost immediately with the exception that I take care of Roger, as promised.
Not even an hour after sending the picture to Murphy, his daughter was standing in front of me; bags in tow.
“Hi?” Saoirse scowled. “Do you know what the fuck I had to go through to get here? The number of times I had to circle the building to find somewhere to park? Two blocks away. Not to mention, how many homeless people stopped me along the way to ask for either money or drugs? And all you can say is hi?”
Biting my lip at my smile, I walked over to the receptionist's desk to rest my elbows on it.
“Are you finished?” I teased with a playful gleam in my eyes.
She scoffed, appalled. “Am I finished? No, Noah. Far fucking from it. How dare you bid for my life without my consent? This isn’t the 1900’s where this was a common thing! I have a say in who I should marry!”
“Then why are you here?”
Saoirse pursed her lips and when I realized she had nothing to say back, I pushed off the counter to close the distance between us, my height towering over her.
“Let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t pay for you. I don’t plan on holding you prisoner here. You have a say with anything and everything however to keep the peace from stumbling into my empire, if I had to arrange for your life, you bet your fucking ass I would do.”
Her lips mimicked a fish and when her shoulders slumped in defeat, I held out my hand to her. “Keys.”
“Excuse me?” She raised a brow.
“Give me your keys. OMNS Legacy Villas has underground parking. There’s already a reserved spot for you,” I informed her.
Shoving the keys in my hand, she sliced her eyes into me. “If it says Saoirse, change it.”
I quickly tossed the keys to Nicholas, who understood and slipped out of the shop to retrieve her car.
“Change it?” I repeated her words.
“The only people who call me that are my father and uncle. Everyone else calls me Scarlett,” she tossed her bags on the ground at my feet before crossing her arms over her black sweater.
This sass that fell from her blood-stained lips made me want to toss her onto the counter, rip off that sweater, and attack every inch of her skin with my teeth but I refrained. Instead, I brushed a hand through my hair and smiled.
“Scarlett it is.”
Scarlett glanced out the large window in front of the shop, watching as people walked past, every single one of them dealing with something in their own lives. The trash that littered the street was figuratively and literally. I had to admit that when I first opened up my empire here, the slums were extremely bad but with my help and funding, the streets had been cleaned up immensely; with a few stranglers still lurking around.
Especially in the underground.
“I don’t understand how you live here. The homeless, the drug deals, and the illegal activities I saw walking in here. It’s disgusting,” she shivered.
I stood next to her now, stuffing my hands in the back pockets of my pants. “Welcome to the Concrete Jungle, Scarlett.”
She turned her head up to me as I bent low towards her, my warm breath fanning those beautiful lips. “Where I’m the fucking king.”
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Things take an unexpected turn when reader spends one night with Oliver.
Noah, with whom she’s always had a good friendship that crossed the boundaries of “just friends” more frequently than often, finds out, and his reaction is far from delighted. However, a heated argument makes him realize his selfish tendencies toward her, and maybe it’s time he gives her what she wants, what she craves, even if it means having to share her with another man.
Title: Into the Abyss of Bad Habits. | Noah Sebastian x Reader x Oliver Sykes. | Upcoming two-part work (Update: it’s a 4 part work now). +18.
Words: 6.5k (so far)
Tags & TW: set in the UK, friends to lovers, jealous!noah, unresolved feelings, well-mannered boys who are into kinky shit, threesome, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v, anal sex, double penetration, slight bondage, praise kink.
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I had known Oliver for quite a few years now.
Noah, on the other hand, was meeting him only for the third time. The first had been back in the States, where they were introduced to each other at some festival, and later when Oliver pitched the idea of Bad Omens supporting his band in their UK tour. There had been many phone and FaceTime calls in between, giving way to a more solid friendship fueled by mutual interests and a distinct passion for music. Now it seemed they had one more thing in common: the girl they fucked.
And here I was, planning on buying some sexy lingerie because they had come up with the idea of having a threesome, and I had said yes.
Fuck.
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You Could Be Mine
Pairing: Noah Sebastian x unnamed Ofc (is it tho? kind of not really)
Content warnings: 18+!, smut, oral (female receiving), handjob, unprotected (p in v) sex, car sex, jealous Noah, brief mention of alcohol consumption
A/N: this didn’t quite go the way I wanted, but it’s fine. tried my best to kind of write it from Noah’s perspective in 3rd person. Also wrote most of this while under the weather, so if it’s all over the place and not super coherent, I apologize.
Word count: 3k
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The moment they walked into the bar, eyes were on them—more specifically on her. She paid none of them any mind, initially only focused on Noah. It’d been far too long since they hung out. Between him touring and her own busy life, they couldn’t spend time together like they used to. Noah missed her, and she missed him. She offered to buy the first round of drinks and after some playful teasing, he watched her walk to the bar.
She wasn't his. She was nothing more than a friend to Noah. A friend that he cared for deeply, maybe too much for his own good. This wasn’t a date. It was just two friends catching up, nothing more, nothing less. He repeated it over and over in his head. But he couldn’t stop his wandering gaze no matter how much he tried. Her little black dress hugged her in all the right ways. She had to snap her fingers at him when he picked her up to stop him from gawking. He still snuck glances at her when he could. She was always an eye catcher. It never bothered Noah before—why would it? She was just a friend—but there was something about that damn dress…
A man sat down beside her at the bar while she waited for their drinks. She obliged him with a polite smile. Noah watched them like a hawk. He didn’t like that man the second he saw him.
Noah didn’t like the way that guy was looking at her. He hated the way he blatantly stared at her chest, how his eyes lingered on her ass. He’d been eye fucking her her all night and trying much too hard, Noah determined. She entertained him, thinking he was cute. She batted her lashes and laughed at his jokes. He laid it on thick after she told him Noah wasn’t her boyfriend. Noah knew his jealousy was unprovoked, he had no claim to her heart. But that still didn’t stop it from festering and bubbling in his blood.
Noah clenched his jaw, watching her intensely. She was close to him—too close. Her chin rested in her hand and the other one touched his arm. The smile on her face was enchanting. Her dark painted lips imprinted in Noah’s mind, sending his thoughts into a frenzy. He wondered how her plump pout would feel on his lips, how pretty she would look with her lipstick smudged, how the color would contrast against his tattoos. He wanted to test how waterproof the rest of her makeup was. His dick throbbed when he thought about her mouth around him.
His cock throbbed again when she caressed the man’s thigh and slowly slid her hand up. Noah wished that was him under her touch. He wondered how soft her hands would feel on his skin—if she would be gentle or rough in her touches.
“Fuck,” he grumbled. He grabbed his crotch and pulled the fabric, trying to adjust. “Dammit.”
The fellow dropped his hand to hers and tossed his head back. Noah sat up straighter, suddenly on high alert. Under no circumstance was he letting her leave with someone other than him. His gaze sharpened as their conversation seemed to sour. She retracted her hand with a shake of her head. Noah relaxed slightly but still paid close attention. She was fully capable of taking care of herself—it was one of the things he admired most about her—but he was ready to step in if needed. The man tried to grab her knee, but she stood up offering him an apologetic look. She turned away from him, her eyes instantly finding Noah’s. The dejected expression on her face hurt him—though he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t feel satisfied knowing the stranger's attempts fell flat.
“Well that was disappointing,” she frowned, sliding in the seat next to Noah and handing him his beer. She rested her head against his shoulder. “He was really cute.”
She sighed heavily. “He was so nice up until I told him I wasn’t leaving with him.”
Noah said nothing, just silently sipped his drink. The guy glanced over to them, clear disdain on his face. Noah shot him a scathing glare.
“Probably for the best. I didn’t like his vibe anyway.” Noah’s voice was strained.
She scoffed.
“You don’t like anyone I flirt with, so much so that I’d think you had a thing for me.”
If only you knew, Noah thought.
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The man tried one more time to sway her. He came up to their pool table while Noah stepped away to the restroom. He debated on dealing with his erection, but decided against it. He couldn’t dignify a quick jerk despite how desperately he needed it. They were leaving soon anyway, he could wait until he was in the comfort of his own home. When he re-emerged and saw him, a whole new wave of jealousy and rage coursed through him. Noah hurriedly walked back to her, his eyes focused only on him.
As he got closer, he could hear bits of the conversation.
“C’mon. You said he’s not your boyfriend. What’s the harm in leaving him here?”
“We came here together and it’s been a long while since we hung out. I’d really like to enjoy the rest of my night with him.”
Noah felt a pull in chest at her words, slipping easily beside her. He slid his arm around the front of her waist, pulling her close. The man forced a smile, but Noah saw and felt the daggers staring back at him.
“Care to let go of your leash on your friend here?” The man spoke. Noah clenched his jaw and tightened his grasp on her waist.
“I believe she—“
“I believe I said no.”
Her firm and authoritative tone of voice went straight to his dick. The man gave them both a onceover before leaving with a scoff.
“What a fucking asshole.” She spat.
Noah moved his hands to her hips and gripped them roughly, pulling her back to him. He no longer cared how possessive he was coming across. His fingers dug in deeper as her ass brushed against his aching erection. He held her firmly in place, hoping she would feel. His grip turned bruising when she pressed into him. A low sound rumbled in his chest. God if he didn’t get to sink his teeth in her tonight… he feared he might go crazy.
She leaned back into Noah’s chest, resting a hand on his cheek.
“Noah?”
He hummed. His face came to her neck, subtly inhaling the scent of her sweet floral perfume. His eyes fluttered as her fingers moved up to his hair and scratched his scalp. She lightly ground against him. His breath hitched.
“I’m ready to leave.”
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The walk back to his car was quiet. She was a few paces behind Noah, their fingers loosely hooked together. His heart hammered in his chest. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick. This girl had him so wound up. The second he walked through his door, he was going to rip his pants off. Whether or not he would think of her was to be determined.
He paused at her door and reached for the handle but before he could open it, she leaned against it. Her eyes closed with a disappointed breath. Noah stroked her arms, rubbing small circles at her shoulders.
“What’s wrong?”
She looked at him, a frown on her face.
“I really liked that guy.”
Noah clenched his jaw.
“I thought you said he was an asshole.”
She hummed. “Yeah, but a girl has needs, you know?”
Noah nodded, choosing to ignore the way her words affected him. She lifted her head to look at him completely. Her hands rested on his hips. Noah stilled his. There were conflictions dancing in her eyes.
“Would you have been upset if I left with him?”
Jealousy stirred in his gut again. He squeezed her arms a few times. How honest should he be?
“Yeah.”
The words were out of his mouth before he could think. She raised a brow. Her fingers hooked in his belt loops.
“And why’s that?”
He definitely wasn’t telling her the real reason.
“You said it yourself,” Noah shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “We haven’t hung out in a while.” Not a complete lie, but not the entire truth either.
She tugged the belt loops, pulling his hips flush to her. Noah bit the inside of his cheek to keep his groan contained.
“Is that the only reason?”
Her head cocked to the side. He grinded his teeth.
“Tell me Noah. There’s clearly something on your mind.”
Noah couldn’t help the noise he made when she forcefully pulled him closer. One of her hands slid up to his stomach.
“Were you worried for my safety?”
Her hand wandered down to the waistband of his pants, then she snuck two inside, yanking him even closer. Noah choked out a small, breathless swear, his eyes screwing shut. His breathing grew heavy. The ache of his erection was becoming unbearable.
“Were you jealous?”
Yes. “No.” His lie was quick and shaky.
She chuckled, running her fingers along the inside of his waistband. “You’re a terrible liar.”
Noah moved his hands up to the bottom of her neck and carefully grasped .
“I wonder how nicely he would’ve treated me,” she taunted, slipping her fingers past the waistband of his boxers.
Noah’s eyes landed on hers. His jaw was starting to hurt from how hard he was clenching. He felt a thread in him beginning to snap.
“Do you think he would’ve made me cum? Or do you think he would’ve been selfish?”
When her fingers brushed against the tip of his dick, he grasped her wrist harshly. His other hand gripped the back of her neck. He gazed down at her. He was growing tired of her games.
“If you keep teasing,” Noah bent down so they were face to face, “I might do something we’ll both regret.”
Despite how badly he wanted her, her friendship was more important than a quick fuck—but god if she wasn’t testing his restraint.
She hummed, retracting her fingers from his pants. Instead of stopping however, she fiddled with his belt buckle, staring deeply into Noah’s dark eyes. Once it was unfastened, she slowly unbuttoned his pants then raked her nails up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. Noah’s breath hitched when she ghosted her lips over his.
“A girl has needs, Noah, and so do you.”
Her voice rippled through him. She removed one of her arms and trailed her hand back down his body, and back inside of his boxers.
Every ounce of control Noah had snapped the moment she wrapped her hand around his cock. Her touch was like fire, sparking and igniting a deep desire inside. He crashed their lips together, his tongue immediately searching for and tangling with hers. There was nothing friendly about the way he kissed her or the way she stroked him. It was all pent up lust, a fantasy that he never dared to entertain.
Noah gripped her hips roughly, thrusting himself into her hand, urging her to work quicker. She tightened her grip, causing him to moan in her mouth. The hold she had on his cock was unrelenting, it almost hurt, but damn if it didn’t make him ache in a different way.
He broke their kiss, his mouth immediately finding her neck. He bruised the skin with harsh bites. She moaned each time, almost as if she was asking to be marked. Her moans turned to whimpers quickly.
“Fuck, Noah.” She whined when he bit down hard, suckling the same spot. Her hand left his cock and threaded her fingers in his hairs. Noah missed her touch, but took it as an opportunity.
Noah pulled away from her neck and crouched down. He lifted one of her legs, one pushed up the hem of her dress, the other hand slid up the length of her leg until he reached her thong. He pulled it down, leaving her fully exposed under her dress, then threw her leg over his shoulder. A pleasure filled gasp fell from her mouth as he licked into her. Noah couldn’t help his own moan as he tasted her. He lapped at her like a dog who’d never had a drink of water.
She tangled all her fingers in his hair and pushed his face further into her cunt, grinding against his mouth. Noah let her guide him where she needed him. He dared a look up at her. Her jaw was slack and her eyes were closed tight. Her lipstick was all over her mouth, which meant it was all over Noah’s. He could see traces of it on her neck. The color accentuated the bite marks and bruises he left nicely.
She bit her bottom lip when he sucked and tongued her clit. He thought about sticking his finger inside, hoping to feel her as she came, but didn’t. His mouth was working just fine. Her grip on his hair tightened, her thrusts against his face staggered. She held his head in place as she came into his mouth with a loud moan. Noah slurped everything she gave him. He licked her through her orgasm until she stopped shuddering. Noah gave her little time to recover before he was standing and tugging the front of her dress, pulling her towards him.
“We’re not done yet,” he growled, opening the back door.
Noah guided her around the door and carefully shoved her to the back seat. He quickly lowered his pants enough to comfortably free his dick before crawling in after her and slamming the door shut. The space was cramped, barely enough room for just him, let alone for them both, but he didn’t care. He needed release and more importantly her.
His mouth found hers again, kissing her more feverishly and ravenously than earlier. He hoped she liked how she tasted just as much as he did. His hand tugged at the neckline of her dress, causing a few threads to crack with the force. He moved his lips to her breast, kissing and nipping what skin he could. He trailed his onslaught to her neck. Noah grabbed his throbbing cock and pressed the tip to her clit then slid it to her entrance.
“Condom or no condom?” He whispered in her ear. She awkwardly hooked her legs around him.
“I want to feel you when you cum.”
Noah nearly did just that when he slid in, reeling from how easily she took him.
“Fuuck.” He groaned.
Her hands slipped under the back of his shirt then she dug her nails in, clawing at his back. He pounded into her with force. Skin slapping skin and her cries were all that could be heard in his car. His lips found hers again and he all but shoved his tongue back into her mouth. Their teeth clacked together and their tongues mashed against some another’s. It was wet, sloppy. Noah could feel saliva on his face.
He needed more of her, somehow some way. He couldn’t get enough. Noah slammed into her so hard, he swore he felt the car move. She cried out. He stared down at her, pure ecstasy splattered across her beautiful lipstick stained face. Water welled in her eyes. He stilled his hips.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“I’m more than okay.” She replied, wrapping her legs around him as best she could. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Her eyes rolled back as he slammed into her again. Tears trickled out of her now closed eyes. Noah hated when she cried, but he loved that it was because of him, that it was because of how good he was making her feel. He pressed his thumb to her clit, causing her to choke a pathetic whimper.
“Fuck I love that sound.” Noah growled. He nipped her jaw, eliciting another whine from her. “Cry more for me, baby.”
And she did just that. Mascara and eyeliner started running down her cheeks. Her nails dig into his back, scratching the ever living shit out of him. He was certain she broke skin.
“You’re so fucking pretty crying for me.”
“Noah.” She sobbed breathlessly.
Noah groaned then attacked her neck again with his mouth. There would be so many bruises on her tomorrow. She would probably give him an earful, but he didn’t care. Each bite drew more sobs and moans from her. It only egged him on further, desperate to hear more from her. He loved hearing her say his name.
“I bet he wouldn’t have made you scream.” He spoke between bites.
The thought of that man touching her intimately angered him. That man didn’t deserve her. That man wasn’t worthy of tasting her or the wonderful feeling of her pussy. This was all for Noah and Noah only.
Mine, Noah thought, over and over again.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
“Mine.”
His thumb circled her clit faster. The sounds emanating from her almost pushed him over the edge. Her choked high pitched whines grew louder and louder. She sounded beautiful crying out in pleasure.
“Noah.”
The quiet moan of his name as she climaxed was his undoing. With one final thrust, he came with a groan. He bit down hard on her neck, suckling the skin and licking over his mark. His dick pulsed as her cunt milked him completely.
Noah didn’t pull out right away. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, letting himself soak in the moment because this would probably be the only time this would ever happen. The scent of her perfume mingled with the smell of his breath. He could smell the beer he had earlier and her arousal.
There was no way he could pretend this never happened. He could never forget the feeling of being balls deep in her pussy.
He was so fucked.
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stung by the wasp
Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Violet)
Content Warning/Tags: ⚠️ 18+MDNI!! male masturbation, male sexual fantasy, soft dom!OFC, light sub Jolly, fingering, finger riding, female masturbation, teasing, cum eating, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie.
Word Count: 5.3k
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Author’s Note: this is part 2 to the way you bend the way you break. thank you to @deathblacksmoke for beta’ing this 🤍
So come to me
No sense of restraint
It’s in Jolly’s favor that he knows the music so well. He has played their songs so many times he doesn’t even have to think about what he’s doing, he works strictly on muscle memory.
It’s in Jolly’s favor, because his mind is in a million places, but this show is not one of them.
He’s too busy thinking about her thighs wrapped around his head while he laps at her pussy. The movements and noises she makes when he inserts a finger inside her. How soft and plush her breasts feel in his hand. How being inside of her made him feral in a way he’s never felt with anyone before.
They had only had sex twice, once the night she came over and again the next morning. Jolly hadn’t seen her or barely heard from her in the ten days since she left, but she was all he could think about. He was beginning to feel like he dreamt it.
The metronome in his ear clicks and brings him back to reality for a moment. He opens his eyes and surveys the stage. He watches Nicholas screaming into his mic on the other end. He suddenly realizes what song they're on and that he’s supposed to be screaming along with him.
Shit.
Nicholas backs away from his mic and stares at him pointedly. Jolly gives the bassist an apologetic look in return and he rolls his eyes playfully, a soft smile on his lips. Nicholas can never stay mad at him for too long.
The rest of the show goes by smoothly with no issues. The embarrassment from his little mishap helped him focus but as the show continued his mind drifted back to Violet. By the time the show ended he was ripping his gear off and storming off the stage.
Jolly hears Noah and Matt call after him but he ignores them. He’s hot, dizzy, and needs to find somewhere to be alone before he loses it. The green room wasn’t an option so he stalks further backstage looking for an empty room. He finds a bathroom at the far end of the hallway and decides it will do.
He slams the door behind him and locks it, pacing the room. He threads his fingers together and places them on top of his head, breathing deeply and trying to will his thoughts away. No matter how hard he tries, they go straight back to her. It was like his mind was stuck on a loop and the only thing that would play is her.
Jolly shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. This was Violet. His best friend. She trusted him to give her what she needed and that was it. It wasn’t supposed to go any further than that. Something snapped in him that night. Now, he’s become this disgusting fiend desperate to have her again.
He strikes the door with the palm of his hand, frustrated, and leans against it. Deep breathing wasn’t working, trying to redirect his thoughts wasn’t working. The throbbing in his pants wasn’t going away and he couldn’t walk back out there in this state.
Jolly closes his eyes and his mind drifts again, back to her naked in his bed. The beautiful way she quivered when he made her cum. How sweet she tasted. She looked so gorgeous with her makeup completely ruined and running down her face. Her voice crying out for him has haunted him in his sleep since she left.
He would much prefer the soft skin of her hand than the rough calloused surface of his own, but he’s not in a position to complain. It’s still a mind blowing sensation when he spits in his hand and coats his cock, dragging the pre-cum from his slit down as well.
Jolly attempts to move slowly, limiting the noise so as not to give himself away but his thoughts betray him as he hears Violet’s voice in the back of his mind.
I need to feel you, daddy.
Jolly rests his head right below his arm, the only thing that was keeping him upright at this point. The cool metal of the door was no match for the heat radiating off of his skin. Beads of sweat form between his brows and drop from his face as he furrows them.
He bites back the moans that threaten to spill from him. He can’t risk anyone on the other side hearing. Fist moving rapidly over his aching cock, he chokes out her name as his orgasm crashes into him.
He cleans himself up and stuffs himself back into his pants. He stares at himself in the mirror, shame and disgust settling in.
“Oh, my flower. What have you done to me?”
“You want to talk about what happened out there?” Jolly hears Nicholas’ voice through the curtain of his bunk. He was considerate enough not to just fling it open, at least. None of the other guys would have given him that courtesy.
Jolly stares at the top of his bunk in silence, hoping Nicholas will think he’s not there. When he knocks on the paneling Jolly realizes he’s not getting out of this. He slides the curtain open in a huff to see Nicholas smiling at him. Jolly’s face softens at the younger man. It was hard to be in a bad mood around him.
“I’m sorry about that. I got distracted by something in the crowd. Won’t happen again.”
Nicholas narrows his eyes. Jolly knew better than to lie to him.
“We‘ve had fights, medical emergencies, people showing tits and ass in the crowd and you’ve never been that distracted before.” He takes a seat on the bunk opposite Jolly. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”
Jolly lays back against his pillow pinching the bridge of his nose. Guess he has to tell him sooner or later.
“Violet and I had sex a couple of weeks ago.”
There’s no immediate response from Nicholas so Jolly lifts his head to look at him. If he is shocked, disappointed, or confused he doesn’t show it. He just stares back at Jolly with the same content look on his face.
“Go on.” Nicholas finally says.
“She came over to my place and asked if we could.. you know. So we did. It was just supposed to be for stress relief but I can’t get her out of my head, man.”
“Have you seen her since then? Talked to her?”
Jolly shakes his head. “I haven’t seen her and we’ve only texted a few times.”
“Maybe you should call her.”
The older man scoffs, looking at his friend incredulously.
“And say what? ‘Hey, Vi. I know we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks but I can’t get you off my mind, wanna fuck?’ No way.”
“Or.. “ Nicholas begins. “You could invite her to the party we’re throwing on Friday when we get back into town. You can talk to her then. It’s a casual environment so it won’t be as weird for the two of you.”
Jolly stares at Nicholas for a moment and then returns his attention to an uninteresting spot on the bunk above him.
“That’s not a bad idea.” He mumbles quietly.
Jolly can see the grin on Nicholas' face from his peripheral vision and he’s already annoyed. It’s contagious, however, and he finds himself smiling despite himself.
Nicholas gets up, nudging his leg with his knee.
“You need to get laid, dude. You’re grumpier than usual and if you fuck up on stage again Matt might kill you.”
Jolly laughs, rolling his eyes.
“I’m not afraid of Matt.”
“YOU SHOULD BE!” Matt’s voice booms from the front of the bus. Jolly and Nicholas trade glances and laugh. He decides then that he’ll call Violet tomorrow.
Jolly picks at a stray piece of wicker that had broken loose from the chair he’s sitting on. He’s kept his eye on her through the patio door all night, willing her to walk outside. She arrived two hours ago. They exchanged waves when she spotted him, a sweet smile on her face that made his knees buckle a little.
He hoped she would join everyone outside but she got caught up in conversation with someone he didn’t recognize. As she was finally making her way out the door, Folio caught her and dragged her back inside. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, chugging the rest of his beer.
Jolly glances over at her again, this time she’s glaring at him with a look that screams “get me out of here.” He heads into the house, deciding it was time for another beer anyways.
“Folio, my good man.” Jolly says loudly as soon as he spots them, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Would you mind terribly if I stole Violet from you?”
Folio shook his head and smiled. “Not at all. I’m probably boring her to death anyways.”
“You could never, my dear.” Violet responds, placing a kiss on his cheek, making him blush. “Thank you for educating me on.. what was it again?”
“Overfishing!” Folio answers. “It’s devastating to the marine ecosystem and their food chain!”
“That’s it. Thank you, Folio. Jolly, are you ready?”
“Absolutely.” Jolly says, giving Violet his arm. She takes it and waves to Folio as they retreat to the next room.
“Oh my God, thank you.” She whispers, clinging to his arm. “I love him to death but if I had to hear one more fact about fish I was going to rip my hair out.”
Jolly laughs at her. “He’s very enthusiastic about his hobbies. He means well.”
Violet claps her hand over her forehead. “I feel like a total asshole.”
Jolly turns to look for his friend who was currently standing in between the legs of another woman that was perched on the counter top. She was playing with his hair as he spoke and from his hand gestures, he was still talking about fishing. Jolly smirks and points.
“I think he’s doing okay.”
Violet looks over and laughs.
“We’ve been gone for five seconds!”
Jolly throws his head back in laughter. “He works fast, I’ll give him that.”
“So you wanted to talk to me?” Violet asks out of the blue. The question is so abrupt it throws Jolly off guard and he forgets for a moment that he invited her to the party for a reason. He nods quickly, looking down at her. She touches his arm and his skin ignites. This is going to be more difficult than he thought.
“Is there somewhere else that we can go? Somewhere more private?”
Jolly ushers her in the room, closing the door behind them. The only light on was the LEDs around the bed. He knew this wasn’t a good idea but all of the other rooms were occupied.
Violet plops into the plush gaming chair while Jolly sits on the bed opposite her. She playfully swings the chair around and giggles. If he didn’t know her personality as well as he did, he might assume she had too much to drink. She catches him watching her and her cheeks turn a bright pink.
“So.” She murmurs, scooting to the edge of the chair. Jolly purposely ignores the way her skirt rides up her thighs as she moves, but something catches his eye. Against his better judgment he glances down and spots it. A black leather garter with a silver metal heart in the middle.
“What did you want to talk about?” Her voice breaks through the filthy thoughts in his mind. Violet runs her hand over the garter and he has to pull himself together enough to form a response.
“I just uh.. wanted to-” He slowly drags out the last word when she spreads her legs a little, lifting one to cross it over the other but she hesitates briefly. In that split second Jolly sees the damp spot that has formed on her underwear. It disappears immediately as she crosses her legs but the damage has been done.
Any chance Jolly has of forming a coherent sentence now is completely gone. It was taxing enough for his short circuiting brain to close his mouth that was hanging open. All she did was adjust her position in her chair and he was panting and salivating like some kind of rabid dog.
Violet giggles softly, her fingers tracing the heart shaped charm on her garter.
“That’s what I figured. I missed you too, daddy.”
If his legs hadn’t been turned to jelly by her comment then he would have snatched her out of the chair and shown her how badly he missed her. However, the situation being what it was, Jolly just sits there, his fists balling up the fabric of his jeans.
Violet stands up and saunters over, placing both hands on his shoulders. He looks up at her as she rubs her thumb against his jawline. Her gaze softens the longer their eyes meet.
“Is this what you want?” She whispers.
“Yes. Please.” Jolly responds. At this point, he doesn’t care if he sounds desperate. He wants, no— he needs her.
Violet climbs on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jolly has no idea what to do with his hands, a feeling he hasn’t had since he was a teenager. He struggles with his choice and evidently it’s obvious as she laughs and places his hands on her waist.
“This is not the same Jolly from the other night.” She says as she threads a hand through his hair. Jolly heaves a pleasant sigh and leans into her touch. He has been nervous to touch her all night but now that she was close to him again all of the nerves vanished.
“I’m not always so dominant, you know.” He replies, squeezing her waist. She squirms a little and he’s grateful that she’s not sitting directly on his crotch otherwise he’d render that statement useless.
“So my Jolly is a switch, huh?” A smirk plays across her lips and Jolly has to pretend that it doesn’t make his heart race hearing her call him hers.
“Something like that.” His eyes flicker from hers to her lips, and she licks them, earning her another squeeze. She scoots further into his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against the hardening cock in his jeans.
Her skirt moves up her thighs and Jolly, suddenly feeling a bit more confident, drags his hands down to dig into the flesh. The action isn’t necessarily an encouragement to move, but if she takes it as such he won’t complain.
She doesn’t move, however, but she lifts herself off of him ever so slightly. Grabbing his hand from her thigh she pushes it between her legs guiding his fingers over the dampened fabric of her panties.
Jolly’s breath gets caught in his throat, his head swimming as she uses his fingers to push her panties aside. Between her gasps when she guides him over her clit and how wet she is already, Jolly is fairly certain he could cum untouched.
Violet tilts her head back, enjoying herself as she uses his hand for her pleasure. He watches her, wide eyed, desperate to kiss her or touch her somewhere. He doesn’t dare to interrupt the show. This was all he’d thought about for nearly two weeks.
Violet looks back at Jolly, her eyes glazed over in lust. Jolly imagines his eyes are much similar. She pulls him in, kissing him hard and desperately. She rises again and pushes two fingers inside of her, gasping at the stretch.
She rotates her hips, clenching around Jolly’s fingers. She takes his face in her hand, biting his lip as she begins to ride him. It takes her some time to come up with the words in between pants but she finally manages.
“Let me fuck myself on your fingers and then you can fill me up, okay?”
Jolly’s mouth goes dry and he nods, knowing that if the roles were reversed he would not accept that as an answer. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Violet as she grabs his chin firmly.
“I need your words, sweet boy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chokes out, and as soon as the words leave his mouth she clenches around his fingers so tight he’s positive that she’s cut off the circulation in his hand. It’s almost painful but there’s no way in hell he is going to stop her.
Jolly can’t decide what he wants to concentrate on more, her face or where they’re connected. He pushes her skirt up her waist further so he can get a better view. The sight of her bouncing on his fingers, and her slick coating his entire hand has him licking his lips and dying for a taste.
“My flower, please… Can I taste you?” Jolly begs.
“You can lick me from your fingers when I’m done. Now are you going to make me cum, or not?”
Jolly places his hand at the middle of her back, leaning her backward so he can have more room to work. Violet maintains her movements as he meets them, pressing the palm of his hand into her clit. She throws her head back, uttering the cries that Jolly’s been desperate to hear for so long. He curls his fingers inside of her and her movements slow, the spot he’s massaging wiping out every thought in her mind.
Jolly curls his hand around her neck, tilting her head forward to face him. Her eyes bore into his, glazed over with pleasure, as she attaches her forehead to his.
“Keep going, pretty girl. Doing so good for me.”
Violet keens at his praise while she clings to him, grinding her hips against his fingers. With the increased pressure against her sweet spot her orgasm collides into her with such force she seizes in Jolly’s lap, mouth agape but no sound comes out.
Jolly removes his fingers when she grabs at his wrist. He wastes no time shoving them between his lips, moaning at the delectable taste of her. She watches as he sucks her release from his digits, already missing them inside her.
The noises he makes cleaning his fingers are downright obscene. Once he’s certain every crevice of them have been cleaned, he moves to his palm and then down his wrist. Jolly sees her staring wide eyed, biting her lip. He smirks at her, running his tongue up his arm to catch a rogue drop that had fallen.
“Don’t wanna waste a single drop of my flower’s
sweet nectar.”
Violet whines and grinds against the bulge in Jolly’s pants. He groans, guiding her over his lap with a death grip on her. She leans his head back for better access to his neck, sucking bruises into his flesh. She roughly tries to remove his belt buckle but struggles.
“Easy, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.” Jolly chuckles, helping her remove his belt and pants. She pulls his boxers off and climbs back in his lap, his shirt quickly removed and discarded behind her.
“I’ve waited just as long as you have for this, Joakim.” She says, grabbing his cock. Between the grip she has on him and his full first name falling from her lips, Jolly’s resolve was dwindling quickly.
“Are you going to take your clothes off or am I going to have to do it for you?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.
Violet squeezes his cock, eliciting a low groan from him. She smirks, pumping him so painfully slow it’s almost torturous.
“I think you’re forgetting who is in charge this time, love. It seems that I recall when I got mouthy you threatened to leave me to fend for myself.” She drags the pad of her thumb over his slit and he hisses. “You don’t want me to do that now, do you?”
The noise that escapes Jolly is pathetic as he wildly shakes his head. Violet raises her eyebrows in anticipation. He knows she’s waiting for a response but all he can think about is how she’s pressing on the tip of his cock with her thumb.
“I’m waiting.” She sings.
“No-No ma’am. Please don’t do that.” He chokes out, his throat so dry now his voice has become hoarse.
“Be a good boy for me and lie on the bed.” Violet says, lifting herself from his lap enough so that he can slide backwards. Once he’s settled back against the pillows in a way that satisfies her she crawls on top of him again.
“Now.” Violet hums, dragging her core against him. Jolly’s breath hitches as she slicks up his cock. He stretched her out with his fingers and she’s so wet he could probably just slip in if only she’d just—
“Love, I believe I was speaking to you.” Her fingers dig into the flesh of his jaw, puckering his lips. She sucks his lower lip into her mouth, biting on the flesh.
“Mmm. Now what was I saying? Oh yeah.” Violet readjusts herself making a point to press onto him even harder. He grunts, flexing his hands at his sides but does his best to pay attention.
“I’m going to take my clothes off. You’re going to watch me, and under no circumstances are you allowed to touch me, understand?”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly nods, fanning his arms out across the bed so she can see them.
Violet smiles, leaning over to kiss him.
“Thank you, sweet boy. So good for me.”
Jolly’s heart bursts at the praise. He chases her lips as she pulls away but she’s too quick. She runs her hands down the front of her sheer floral top, pulling it over her head. Her fingers trace the lace around the cups of her bra and she pulls them down exposing her breasts.
Jolly’s breath hitches when she leans over, hovering over his mouth. All he had to do was stick his tongue out and he could wrap it around her nipple but he kept his mouth shut tightly. He needed to be good for her.
Violet wets her forefinger and drags lazy circles around her nipple. Jolly watches as it pebbles and clenches his fists. He holds his breath completely when she drags it against his lips.
“Open up, love.”
The speed at which Jolly wraps his mouth around her surprises even her as she gasps a little. A mixture of a moan and a laugh leaves her when he closes his mouth tightly around her.
The pretty noises Jolly has missed so much fall from her lips as she rocks backs and forth on top of him. He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her arousal dripping down his balls the more she moves.
Her thighs squeeze him tight, her moans becoming louder. One hand is grabbing the flesh of his shoulder and the other is holding his head as close to her as possible, like he would stop unless he was forced.
As her movements become more erratic, Jolly knows her orgasm is near. He forces himself to think about music, literature, anything to keep his own from coming on. The blend of sensations, noises, and friction, however, were making it almost impossible.
Jolly watches her face from below as her second orgasm peaks. He’s infatuated by the way her mouth drops open and how her nose scrunches up. His favorite thing is how she shivers and smiles a little towards the end. He wishes he could film her so he can watch it over and over.
Maybe she’ll let him one day.
He forgets himself in the moment and lets go of the bedsheets, removing her bra and enveloping both breasts in his hands. He raises his hips up providing more pressure as she grinds against him. Violet falls on top of him as she finishes, running her hand underneath his head and gently pushing her fingers in his hair.
She kisses and nibbles at his neck. Jolly traces patterns across her back as he hums softly. The sweet moment is interrupted when she abruptly grips his hair, pulling his head back to look at her.
“What did I say about touching me, love?” Violet says firmly.
The realization hits him and Jolly’s hands fly back to the mattress. He stutters out an apology, something about how he just wanted to make her feel good. He knew it was futile though. He deserved to be punished.
“You were a good boy and didn’t cum but you broke the rules so I have to punish you, now.”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly responds and she hums, kissing him and letting go of his hair. She sits up and removes her skirt. The only remaining clothing item was her soaked panties that had been pushed aside. Jolly writhes underneath her, letting out a pathetic whimper as she gets off of him. Violet sees his hand move slightly and tuts at him.
“Am I going to have to tie you up, love? I’m sure Noah has something in here we could use.”
Jolly shakes his head. “No ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear.”
Violet smiles and sits between his legs facing him, draping her own on either side of his waist. From this view, Jolly could see her entire body perfectly. She lifts her hips up, pulling her panties down and off her legs, throwing them into the floor.
She scoots up closer to him, her pussy so close to his throbbing cock he can practically feel her heat. Leaning back on her left elbow, her right hand lands on her inner thigh. Her fingers drag down, collecting her arousal that had dripped there.
Jolly’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when she runs a finger up her slit, collecting more juices. She brings the finger up to her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. A loud, obscene “mmmm” follows as she pulls it between her lips with a pop.
“I can taste you too, sweet boy.”
His mind goes completely blank as she speaks. His cock jumps against his belly, the swollen red tip leaking even more. Her eyes trail down to where the pre-cum pools on his stomach and licks her lips.
Sitting forward Violet reaches over and swipes it with her fingertips. Her knuckles barely graze against the head of his cock but he’s so sensitive the contact makes him hiss. Instead of putting her fingers straight into her mouth this time, she applies his arousal to her lips, slowly rolling her tongue over them to collect it.
Violet spreads what didn’t go on her tongue onto her clit. Her head lolls back as she touches herself. The sight has Jolly clenching his jaw and white knuckling the bed sheets. When she fits two fingers inside of her with ease, he has to look away.
“I don’t think I said you could look away.” Violet says sweetly, with a warning behind it. “Look at me, Joakim.” Jolly takes a deep breath and looks back at her, immediately moaning.
The prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, quite possibly the only one he ever wants to see again for the rest of his life, was spread open before him. He sits up on his elbows, then on his hands, desperate to get closer. She grabs his thigh, a silent reminder to keep his hands to himself.
“Tell me you want it.”
Jolly’s mouth drops open as she uses his own game against him. He does want her more than anything else. He knows he won’t last long but by the way her thighs are subtly shaking, she won’t either. He swallows hard and nods, begging like he should.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want, sweet boy.” Her voice shakes as she speaks.
“My flower… please.” Jolly pants. “I want your pretty pussy. Need to be inside you.”
It’s clear that Violet’s resolve weakens significantly at his begging as she practically scrambles on top of him. She kisses him so hard that it makes his mouth hurt but he doesn’t mind. Violet pulls back panting and grabs his hands, placing them on her waist.
“Waist only. If they move, I stop.” She declares upon his lips with no real authority. Jolly nods appreciating the soft bits of skin he was given access to. His nails dig in her flesh and he buries his face in her neck when she lowers herself onto him.
The feeling of her cunt so warm and tight around him drives him crazy but calms the anxiety that has been raging inside of him for weeks. She chants his name while she rides him, and he realizes that just like him, she’s needed this too.
Violet bounces on him hard, neither of them concerned about how much noise they make. Luckily, the music from the party will drown most of it out anyways. Jolly keeps his hands where he was told to, focusing on leaving as many marks on her neck and chest as he could. He wanted to make sure she walked out of this room and everyone knew who she belonged to.
Jolly feels moisture as he nibbles her jaw and looks up. He notices tears falling down her face and calls out to her. Violet leans her forehead against his, both sticky with sweat. Her face twists as she tries to speak.
“F-feels so g-good, Jolly.” She whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“Cum with me, Käraste. I need it.” He begs.
“Touch me, please, please, pl-“ She repeats as Jolly reaches in between them to give her what she wants. The dominance and submission was gone and all that remained was their need for each other. Their climaxes hit together and it’s almost too much. Jolly falls back against the pillows, bringing Violet with him, thrusting into her chasing their highs.
He rolls them over but doesn’t let go of her. He’s afraid she’ll leave again and never come back. Violet hugs him, almost as if she heard his thoughts and was trying to comfort him. It’s peaceful with her like this. Suddenly, she giggles against his chest, leaning back to face him.
“Does this mean I have to run you a bubble bath and comb your hair this time?”
Jolly shakes with laughter and she joins him.
“I mean, aftercare is important and so is that beautiful hair of yours.”
Jolly laughs some more and kisses her forehead. She smiles up at him and for a moment he forgets how to breathe. Her green eyes reflect the changing colors from the LEDs. He kisses her, holding her so tightly against him he’s afraid he’ll suffocate her but she simply melts into his arms.
When they part she refuses to stop, continuously pecking at his lips. Jolly decides they need to get up before Noah finds them in his bed and she whines but agrees. They get dressed and sneak down the stairs. Jolly grabs them two bottles of water and waves goodbye, hurriedly pulling her outside.
They walk to her car and Jolly leans back against the driver side door, hoping to delay the inevitable. He cracks open the bottle of water and takes a drink, nudging a rock on the ground with his boot. Violet stops a few feet in front of him. He glances at her, confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your car?” Jolly responds, even more confused.
“I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive.” Violet says, winking.
Jolly smirks, immediately playing along. He smacks himself in the forehead playfully, rolling his eyes.
“Of course. How silly of me!”
Violet sighs in faux disappointment. “I guess you’re just going to have to take me home.”
Jolly presses his tongue to his cheek and then swipes it behind his lower lip. “Well if I do that I might as well spend the night.”
Violet cocks an eyebrow.
“To take care of you. Ya know. Since you’re such a drunk and all.” He winks at her.
Violet cackles and rolls her eyes. “Just take me home already, Joakim.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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WINTER STORM
30 Days of Bad Omens
PAIRING: Nicholas Ruffilo x Taylor (OFC)
KINK - Breeding Kink
SMUT PROMPT - "Relax angel" ; "Ruin me"
CW: breeding, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, family planning, unprotected P in V sex, use of pet names, FLUFF, ITS CUTE OK
SUMMARY: Taylor spends the holidays with Nicholas and his familly in the cabin in the mountains. The pair get snowed in before his family arrives. Oh what will they do with all their time?!
Word Count: 2k
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Taylor looks out the large window and onto the balcony below. She shivers just thinking about how cold it must be outside in the Colorado mountains, snow-covered and shimmering against the morning sun. She sips her hot mocha savoring its chocolatey scent that warms her body.
“There’s my princess.” Nicholas’ voice is thick with sleep. The old wooden floors creak against his bare feet. He slows his breath so as not to startle her as she peers out into the cold beyond.
“It’s beautiful outside, just like you,” he mumbles against her hair as he wraps his arms around her waist.
Taylor hums in agreement imagining the dark winter storm that blazed through the mountainside last night; it’s amazing how howling winds and heavy snowfall could produce something so breathtakingly beautiful.
“Looks like we are going to be snowed in for a while,” he whispers against the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck. “What could we possibly do with our time?” he sighs against her, snaking his hands up her shirt. “
Taylor's breath hitches when his hands graze over her breasts pulling her against his chest. Nicholas’ calloused fingertips begin to draw lazy circles over and around her perk nipples making her moan and grind her ass against him. Her beautiful sounds go straight to his dick.
Nicholas slips one hand from under her shirt to grab the mug from her hands. At the same time, he sets down the mug and twirls his girl around to face him. The small excited yelp from her pretty mouth sets his core ablaze. Grinning, he stares down at her breathtaking bright green eyes, etching each freckle decorating her skin to memory, silently hoping their kids will look just as gorgeous as she does one day. He takes her hands in his and squeezes them gently.
“This time of year has me feeling so sentimental… so thankful for you,” he starts, his throat tightening slightly with emotion. “We’ve been together for a few years now and I know my life has been crazy with touring and recording an album. But I want to settle down with you. You are my home Taylor and I want to have a family with you, whenever that may be.” Shy from his heartfelt confession, he tucks a loose strand behind his ear, waiting with bated breath for her response.
“Can we start no-” Her request is answered with a heated kiss. Sighing softly, Taylor tilts her head slightly to deepen the kiss, licking at his lower lip.
Nicholas chuckles. “Relax, angel we have all day.” He caresses her flush cheek as he gazes deeply into the eyes of the woman he loves.
She grins back at him before hoisting herself up on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around his neck. Large hands slide down her side and grip at her waist. Taunting, she brushes her lips against his lips only to peck a kiss on the cheek. Giggling, she whispers in his ear, “I can tease too,” as she rakes her fingers through his scalp. Nicholas buries his head into the crook of her neck groaning as he decorates the delicate skin with little love bites. Taylor doesn’t let up as she tugs again.
Nicholas nuzzles her neck “Baby,” he warns before pressing a heated kiss to her jaw. She quickly relents with a defeated huff, returning her hands to his shoulders. “That’s it!” he chuckles lifting Taylor over his shoulder. She starts to protest but finds herself being dropped onto the green velvet sofa with Nicholas straddling her.
“Nicky I-” her voice erupts into giggles as he tickles her sides- the spot he knows will be her undoing. He laughs right with her, watching as she screws her eyes shut tight and throws her head back as the laughter consumes her. “Pl-ease,” Taylor gasps for air between breaths and hiccups. Instantly, Nicholas stops and leans back to give her space. “Sorry babe, you are just so cute when you laugh,” he snickers.
“It’s ok,” she rasps, her breath steadying as she sits upright. She scrubs her face with her hands before tying her hair up into a messy bun. She flashes Nicholas a mischievous grin before pouncing on him to tickle him back. She yelps when he rolls them over and onto the floor, grateful for the layers of blankets and pillows from the movie night before. He pushes himself up onto his hands to alleviate some of his weight from her chest.
His long hair tumbles over his shoulders as he stares down at her with a wicked grin, pupils blown wide like saucers. “Look what you started now.” He presses his hips against hers, his hard cock aching against his jeans. “Feel it, baby, that’s all because of you.”
Taylor’s breath catches when he grinds against her, his large size apparent in his skin-tight jeans. His sea-glass eyes turn stormy as he stares down, and before she can say something witty- full lips crash into hers, wet and desperate, just like the mess between her thighs. A soft moan escapes from her throat when he pries her lips apart with his tongue. She can’t get enough of him; his taste of mint and tobacco. Tilting her head slightly she deepens the kiss as she snakes her hands through his tousled hair. When she reaches her destination, she tugs his roots while biting his lower lip- “Fuck, I need you,” her boyfriend moans, his breath hot against her cheek. “I need to put a baby in you,” he growls lowly into her ear, making her skin tingle and pussy throb.
Taylor hesitates for just a second, before coming to terms with the wild and nerve-wrecking thoughts in her head. Has she thought about them having a family together, yes- they have talked about it countless times. Gone through the ‘what ifs’ and even crunched the numbers to see if they could afford this new chapter in their lives. She took a deep breath to silence the worry and when she looked at the love of her life again in the eyes, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to spend her life with him.
Empowered by confidence, Taylor shifted her hips to hook her leg over his. “Do it,” she says before positioning her weight to roll them over, getting on top.
She adjusts to sit lower on his torso, feet planted firmly on either side while her hands remain flat on his chest. Quick as a cat, she silences his question with a finger to his lips. His raised eyebrow gave him away instantly.
“Before you ask, yes I’m serious. I wouldn’t have said so if I hadn’t. Plus we’ve been talking about this for months now.” The hand on his lips moves to caress his cheeks. “We are happy and healthy what’s a better time than now?” A warm hand envelopes hers and he leans into the soft touch. A heat simmers in her belly as she leans down to plant a kiss on her lover’s lips. When he kisses her back, it's deep and passionate yet guarded– gentle.
She lets her body takeover- tossing away her sweater along with any lingering insecurity and doubt. Nicholas works quickly to unfasten her bra, casting it alongside the clothes on the floor. Before Taylor can lean down to continue ravishing her boyfriend, two tattooed hands press against her chest- stopping her.
“Get up.”
The quiet demand turns her core molten and Taylor is quick to obey. Before he asks, she sheds the other layers of clothing just as he does the same. Suddenly, a chill spider crawls up her spine so she turns to face the lit fireplace, finding solace in its heat. She glances over at the family Christmas tree adorned with lights and ornaments. Dreams of their first child’s Christmas morning flash through her head and her heart flutters.
“Come here, princess,” his soft voice calls to her. When she turns, she finds Nicholas sitting surrounded by pillows, propped against the bottom of the sofa. “Here,” he instructs, patting his thigh.
Her eyes scan his large erect cock and her throat tightens slightly. They have fucked and made love and everything else under the sun, but this moment feels different. This moment is different- it means so much more. There’s a weight to it, not a pressure but rather a comfort. She trusts Nicholas wholeheartedly and she knows he trusts her too.
Slowly, she makes her way to him- teasing as she juts her hips with every purposeful step. When she goes to straddle him, he stops her with a pat on the thigh.
“Turn around, darling.” Taylor’s thoughts begin to swirl as she turns away from him and then-
“That’s right,” is all Nicholas gives her as she stares at herself in a full-length mirror draped with twinkling lights.
Slowly, she positions herself over him-watching Nicholas’ expression in the mirror with bated breath. He notices her hesitation as she hovers above him so he puts pillows around her legs for support and grips her hips to steady her. “That’s it, pretty girl, you are doing so good.” His praise makes her pussy wall flutter with anticipation as she sinks lower, keeping her gaze locked on him. He throws back his head and groans as her slick walls lure him in.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” At this point, his words come out breathless and whiny. She feels so full… of him, yet she still needs more. “So good,” he repeats between tender kisses to her shoulder blades. A soft giggle tumbles from her lips as he brushes his nose over her spine. When she opens her eyes, she finally sees the way he makes her feel; cheeks flush and bitten lips. Taylor catches Nicholas staring and she follows his path- straight to where they connect.
“We fit perfectly together,” he purrs peering up at her in the mirror. “Ready for more?” All she can muster is a nod before planting her feet firmly on the ground. It’s slow at first, the way they move in tandem; her rocking her hips and him thrusting into her. Nicholas digs his nails into her hips, the sharp and quick pain urges her faster.
“God, Nick I’m close -please,” she whimpers. He knows exactly what she needs as he snakes his hand to her front, separating her lower lips with his fingers before reaching the sensitive bud. With one quick swipe of his finger, her eyes shut tight and her head falls back onto his chest.
And suddenly, it all stops. Taylor lets out a whine as the sensations start to dissipate. “Eyes on me, doll.” Her eyelids flutter open in response and quickly finds his primal gaze. “Good.” The only reassurance she gets before he continues his relentless pursuit of pleasure. The sound of skin slapping and ragged breathing fills her ears as the coil tightens in her core. Her legs start to tense as the pressure builds between her thighs.
“That’s it, mama, ruin me-”
“Oh shit,” she whines, baring down on him as she drenches him with her release. “Fill me, Nicholas,” she pleads as he releases rope after rope of his seed inside her.
Sighing, she lets her tired body fall against his warm chest, legs falling limp to the side. As her eyelids flutter closed, she basks in Nicholas’ body heat that comforts her as her heartbeat steadies. “You look gorgeous in the afterglow, little mama,” he whispers the new nickname in her ear. It makes her tummy flip with delight.
Nicholas wraps his arms around her tummy watching as it expands with every breath she takes. Taylor looks down at where his hands meet by her belly button and she smiles imagining a little baby bump.
“Soon my hands won't be able to fit like this,” he says before kissing her cheek.
“It can’t wait,” Taylor beams, resting her hands on his.
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Star-Crossed Connection Masterpost
A fake dating romance AU
paring Nick Folio x Original Female Character Seraphina Holloway
Seraphina Holloway is Hollywood’s new it girl. But, when an embarrassing viral video of her ex / costar publicly dumping her goes viral, she thinks she needs a quick fix to help maintain her image. When she’s set to appear at her new movies premier she scrambles to find a date to bring that will help take the white hot spotlight away from her public dumping and show that she’s still desirable to all. Enter Nick Folio, drummer of the metalcore band that’s taking over the scene, Bad Omens. He’s a sweet down to earth guy with a heart of gold and when a smokin hot movie star asks him to be her fake boyfriend for a week he agrees to help. But will the line between fake feelings and reals ones start to blur when Seraphina lets her true self show.
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❤️🔥 : smut
Chapters: one two three
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Cool About It // 01
01 - Breaking & Entering
pairing: noah sebastian x fem!oc
masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 6.3k
summary; Noah runs into an old friend while visiting his hometown for the holidays. Noah convinces Amelia to meet him on the playground they grew up on to catch up. Reminiscing leads them to a midnight adventure that reminds them all too much of the past.
warnings; alcohol consumption, breaking & entering? stealing? kinda?, hallmark-y, nostalgic, talks of family trauma, cops (acab!), vaguely sad & distraught Noah, uses 'Sebastian' as his last name, 18+ MDNI
disclaimer; welcome to my new short series! reminder that this is hallmark-y bc i began writing it in December lol i decided to challenge myself w this fic in multiple ways, one of the biggest ones was writing it in 3rd person vs my comfy world of 1st or 2nd person. I’ve never written in 3rd person so, if it’s not my best, i apologize, i’m sure it will improve lol
a/n: this is au and follows no actual timelines/events, and uses oc's for family members.
don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
It had been quite a busy morning, and Amelia was slowly making her way through the longest line she’d had in a while. She finished heating up a cinnamon roll and snapped a lid on what felt like the 75th peppermint mocha she’d made that day.
“Thanks.” Mumbled the distracted patron and stepped off to the side to grab extra napkins.
“Next.” She said while shuffling dollar bills into the clangy register, then looked up motioning to the last customer. Her hazel eyes landed on a man covered in tattoos pre-occupied on his phone. “Next!” Her call was louder than before and this time edged with impatient annoyance.
A familiar pair of dark brown eyes snapped up at her, his gaze more startled than angry.
Amelia’s brows furrowed together and as if on cue, the register dinged closed in time with her realization.
She’d recognize those eyes anywhere.
“Noah?”
The soft velvet of her voice yanked each edge of Noah’s mouth into a wide toothy smile. “Scout?” He asked in the same caught-off-guard tone. His voice was much deeper than she remembered, and he seemed taller, if that was even possible.
She chuckled at the fact that he used his old nickname for her and felt a tinge of warmth bloom on her cheeks. The ends of her pink lips curled up into an adorably genuine smile. “What are you doing here?” She pressed her palms flat against the cold counter leaning forward and letting soft chocolate curls spill over her shoulder.
“Oh, uh, I’m here with Nicholas.” He thumbed over his shoulder towards the town. “He’s here visiting his family, I just tagged along.”
Tagged along.
She should’ve known, of course Noah would be down here with Nick’s family for Christmas. Where else would he be?
“Oh,” She smiled tenderly at his words and nodded. “Of course.”
Every now and then she’d run into Nicholas whenever he came back to town or ran into his parents while out and about, but it was never anything of significance. Whenever it was Nicholas, she wanted more than anything to inquire about Noah or the band but always kept the interactions short, sweet and reserved. The last thing she wanted was to come off as wanting to “catch up” after they gained a larger audience for clout.
He grinned back at her and there was a quiet moment shared between them, as if they both didn’t know what to say. The feeling in the air swung from having nothing to say to having so many words that it was overwhelming to speak.
The gentle moment was broken by the bell dinging above the door as a new customer walked in.
Her first impulse was to make his usual but stopped herself. “Oh um, whatcha want?” She asked, realizing that his tastes had probably changed since he was 16.
“Just a vanilla cold brew is fine, thank you.” He said with a tight-lipped smile, feeling awkward that she was serving him.
She went ahead and filled his cup with the dark amber liquid. “Do you want a snickerdoodle cookie? They’re freshly baked.”
He nods enthusiastically, “Yes please, they’re my favorite.”
She remembered.
Of course, she did.
How could one forget staying up til 2 am at Nick’s house baking cookies and having Top Chef-level trials trying to achieve the perfect spice mixture for what Noah called, “The Most Snick-of-Doodles that could ever Doodle.”
“You got it.” She smiled placing some pastries into a brown paper bag before handing it to him. “I threw in a cinnamon roll for Nicholas, I made sure to give him the one with the most icing.”
“Oh, he’ll love that.” He chuckled gently taking the bag along with his drink. “We should um, catch up soon?”
“Sure.” She pressed her lips together to keep her grin from growing too wide.
Cold fallen leaves crunched beneath Amelia’s feet as she navigated through a park that she hadn’t stepped foot on in a good ten years. A cool chill made her tug her thick knit cardigan tight around her thin frame.
“Noah?” She delicately whisper-yelled into the darkness, the meet-up destination barely lit by the full ivory moon. She should’ve known that Noah wouldn’t be content with catching up at a restaurant or at her house or anywhere normal.
“Scout!” He replied from the swings a bit to her left. A chuckle left his lips, and he quickly clicked the flashlight on his phone, waving it in the air like a search light.
A deep shade of embarrassment coated her pale cheeks, “There’s no streetlights over here!” She walked over and lightly smacked his arm. “It’s dangerous you know.” The weight of her body creaked the metal frame when she fell into the blue swing seat.
“Or you’re just getting old and need glasses.” He teased with a slight slur riding the end of his words.
“Ha-ha, very funny.” She responded with a playful glare.
She looked over at him thinking how funny it was seeing him so large and full grown in such a tiny, low swing. It looked extremely disproportionate and goofy, like a Great Dane in a shopping cart.
He handed her a bottle of cheap red wine, half drank already.
“Oh, got started without me huh?” She sassed before stealing the bottle from his fingers. “Couldn’t have done beer?” She tips the glass bottle until bitter, dry alcohol infiltrates every tastebud, reminding her why she’d switched to martinis or seltzers in her later years.
He waved her off with a tsk, “Too much hassle. Wine was easier. And you took fuckin’ forever!”
“Right.” She rolled her eyes playfully, it wasn’t like she was all that upset over the wine over beer, just that he drank so much of it already. She pressed the mouth of the bottle to her lips once more taking another hefty swig and handed it back to him. “Where’s Nick?”
“Ah,” He swiped the bottle back and took a long gulp. “You know, family stuff.” He wiped the back of hand across his mouth. “I can only handle – so much of it.” His hands motion off his words. “They mean well I just… can’t do too much of it at once.”
Growing up with parents that were as dismissive and absent, then gone all at once like his, knowing how to “family” was odd and foreign to him. As Noah got older, he began to realize that basic family etiquette was a trait he fundamentally lacked, as if he played hooky on some Family 101 course in his formative years. It wasn’t something he inherently prioritized and, at least when he was younger, it would irritate him when friends or colleagues put family above things that he deemed more important, like band related obligations. He never had to deal with family of his own, put it on his schedule or allot energy for it. He simply didn’t understand it.
Sure, he came off as rude at times, leaving friend’s family events early or mentally checking out mid-day. It wasn’t his fault that it was exhausting and overstimulating for him. To him it seemed natural, as if everyone felt that way, something akin to the universal experience of trying to escape school or work. It never crossed his mind that people might actually enjoy their families, nor could he comprehend the necessity for it.
It depended on who, what and when but for the most part it was exhausting to him. Some groups were better than others, like Nick’s family. Over the years they’d housed him for weeks at a time, months even sometimes. As far as Noah was concerned, the Ruffilo’s were his family. He always came and went as he pleased, always an open-door policy to the Ruffilo refuge. But that didn’t exclude Nick’s family from his unintended ignorance and tendency to run. He just could only take so much at once. Lucky for him, they never seemed to mind his behavior much. They never batted an eye; they understood him for who he was and why. Their house was one of the only places he felt comfortable, one of the only places he ever called home.
“I know.” She nodded, wrapping her hands around the thick swing chains. “I remember.”
“Right.” He replies solemnly, taking another sip before swapping it back.
Vivid memories filled Amelia’s brain of 14-year-old Noah tapping on her window like a freshly escaped felon looking for asylum. The heavy, panicked breathing and glassy eyes never matched the mischievous grin plastered across his face. Holidays were the worst; she recalls keeping her window unlocked during the winter months, so he’d always have an alternative escape. The Ruffilo’s were a festive bunch that took any excuse to celebrate. Naturally, Nicholas also only possessed so much adolescent tolerance to endure so many familial festivities so, he too would sneak away with Noah at times but, for the most part it was just him and Amelia celebrating holidays together on her bedroom floor.
The air was still between them while she took a couple sips of sanguine liquid trying to catch up to him.
“So, you’re a big ol’ rockstar now huh?” The girl smiled, nudging him with her elbow trying to lighten the mood. Even though the words are positive and light, they tasted so sad on her tongue.
He laughed, something she hadn’t heard in what felt like a lifetime. She nearly forgot what it sounded like, but it hadn’t changed really, just a little deeper now. His now tattooed hands grasped both metal swing chains and leaned back a little, using the tension to suspend his body while he observed the stars above them. “Not big. Just opening for some real bands now. Finally able to headline our own little tour soon. Fuckin’ took long enough.” He dismissed the compliment immediately, snuffing it into the ground like a shriveled-up cigarette butt.
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his response. He might’ve not seen it as notable accomplishments, but she knew better than to place the validity of success in the hands of someone riddled with imposter syndrome.
“Well, for what it’s worth, I think it’s pretty fucking cool.” She leaned against the chain closest to the long-haired boy.
His lips pulled to a smile while his eyes stayed focused on the sky. “Thanks.”
She followed his gaze and chuckled, “Sky’s pretty interesting huh?” She teased.
“It is when you barely get to see stars. I never really get to see them in LA. Sometimes I forget they’re even up there.” He replied sadly before sitting back up.
Amelia took another sip of the almost empty bottle, starting to feel the warmth of alcohol spread through her body. Something about the stars and Noah made a memory cross her mind that made her burst out into a cackle. “Do you remember when you put SO much work into your astronomy project for the science fair and fucking Nicholas won with his fucking-”
“Moldy bread!” They said loudly in unison before erupting into booming laughter.
“God I was so pissed.” Noah shook his head, “And then I had to eat his fucking moldy bread.”
“Oh yeah because you lost the bet! I forgot all about that!” Laughter filled her ribcage in a way it hadn’t in years, and it felt really fucking good.
“I was so fucking sure I’d win! I should’ve known, Nick has always been the golden boy. Teacher’s-pet swindling ass.” He kicked the sand just as he would’ve at 8 years old. It’s funny how people’s mannerisms don’t really change all that much as they age. Being there with him on their old playground felt like being in a time machine. “Worst food poisoning I ever had.”
“Didn’t you borrow the telescope you used from Nick too?” She questioned, wondering if she just made that part up in her head.
“Yeah, yeah I think I did actually.” His brows furrowed as he dug through his memories. “You know what? It’s probably still in their garage!”
“Really? Maybe you can find it tomorrow.” She poured the rest of the wine into her mouth, savoring the cheap bitterness of it pooling on her tongue.
“But the stars are so pretty tonight!” He whined in classic Noah fashion.
“Yeah so? What are you gonna do? Break into their garage?” She chuckled jokingly.
He straightened up and looked over at her with wide eyes like a lightbulb just lit above his head - a look she remembered all too well.
“No.” She warned, just like she would’ve back then at whatever scheme Noah concocted in his devious little brain.
He gave her a familiar mischievous toothy grin before pushing harshly off the swing.
“No, no, no.” She sighed as he already left his seat swinging and made his way towards the street.
“Noah!” She called after him. When he showed no sign of stopping, she let out a long sigh, questioning how she ended up having to stop a 6’4 man from breaking into houses in the middle of the night. She pushed off the swing, leaving it clanging and swaying behind her.
“Noah I’m not br-“ Her yell dulled down to a hush when she caught up to him. “I’m not breaking into the Ruffilo house at midnight!” Her words were stern but to Noah they just sounded like a child’s warning against curse words.
“We’re not breaking in ‘melia.” He didn’t match her whisper, his voice was loud and proud for anyone in the night to hear. “I remember the garage code.” He announced with drunken pride.
She scoffed, “And what if someone hears the garage, Noah? Then what?”
He shrugged, “Nick is staying there, we’ll just say we were trying to see him or something. You know I have free reign there anyway.”
“This is a really shitty plan, Noah.” She crossed her arms over her chest with a displeased frown.
“It’s a great plan.” He stated confidently, walking in long strides that she could barely keep up with. “You know all my plans are great.”
“Hmm.” She hummed skeptically. “Statistically, I don’t think that’s true.”
Walking down the street with Noah to Nick’s family home in the dead of the night felt so… familiar, as if she was walking in the same exact footsteps as 15-year-old Amelia had, like her memories were tangible in her hands again. She tightened her fists slightly to remind herself that the past was not solid in her hands again. She wasn’t 15 again on some spontaneous, teenage adventure – but the alcohol-fueled adrenaline prickling at her fingertips begged to differ.
Even past midnight, the small neighborhood’s Christmas lights shined bright. Normally, she’d find them obnoxious, but tonight they seemed much sweeter, only adding to the nostalgia.
“Oh no? All of my plans worked out one way or another.” He defended as if it was factual with a straightened back and pointed finger. “All but one.”
Her brows knitted tightly together at his words, because in her memory, there was a good chunk of her life spent stuck in detention because of his schemes.
“And which one would that be?” She sassed back, watching as his speed picked up even more after her question.
“Not important.” He waved the brunette off, “C’mon, we’re here.”
Unexpectedly, his hand slips around her wrist, and it wraps tingly electricity up her arm then across her entire body. All at once the butterflies that used to be so perpetually embedded in her stomach returned in a rampant flurry. Her gaze slowly snapped up to meet his face. His smile hadn’t changed in the near 10 years apart and neither did the bright glint in his espresso eyes. Time seemed to slow around them for that split second where the electricity sizzled beneath both their fingertips and their eyes found each other’s just as easily as they used to. In that brief moment she could’ve sworn she was looking into the eyes of rail thin, tattooless teenage Noah.
“I know they got a Ring doorbell, so we gotta hide between the cars.” He whispered and ducked them both down as he weaved her through the vehicles in the driveway.
“I can’t fucking believe you talked me into this Noah!” She whisper-yelled at him, wanting nothing more than to properly reprimand him.
“Sh!”
They finally found themselves in front of the garage keypad conveniently out of view of the doorbell camera. Noah blinked blankly at plastic number pad without moving. His inked fingers tapped on his own crossed arm while his tongue stayed lodged between his lips in thought.
“Well? Go ahead! Get it over with.” She insisted, motioning urgently to the garage wanting it to be over as fast as possible. She tucked her hands across her body and into her sides giving her some semblance of comfort. The last thing she wanted was for their childish midnight antics to wake up the entire house.
“Hey! Give me time.” He rushed back, lifting a finger in her direction to shush her.
“Time? I thought you said you remembered it!”
“I do! …I think… if they haven’t changed it.” His tone much less confident than before.
“Noah!”
“Hush!” He pressed a finger to his lips at her and took a hesitant step towards the keypad. With a couple semi-sure clicks, the garage door slid open slowly. Amelia exhaled in relief at how the metal clangs of the garage were much quieter than she remembered. Still though, they creaked too loud for her liking, feeling embarrassment and anxiety flood her body.
“Yes!” Noah squeezed his fists up in victory. “See, told you I remembered.”
“Lucky guess.” She rolled her eyes with a smile.
Her eyes widened as the garage door unveiled a gorgeous white car. It was by no means a luxury car, not a Lexus or anything of the sort, but a high enough model to make you look twice. “Damn Mama Ruffilo, ridin’ in style now.”
Noah grinned as he scoots around the car. His smile was reserved, like she had discovered some award he was keeping hidden out of modesty. “Yeah, that’s the one we got her for Mother’s Day.”
“We?” She questioned, her head cocking to the side a bit.
“Yeah, Nick and me. We each paid half.”
“Oh wow, that’s really nice of you.” She replied softly. It didn’t take a genius to calculate just how much it would cost two broke DIY touring bandmates to pay for a new car, even in halves. The vehicle was shiny and spotless, evidently well taken care of – the type of care you’d put into a possession you never thought you’d own, the type of care that came from deep gratitude.
“It’s the least I could do for ya know… everything she’s done for me.”
Amelia nodded knowing exactly what he meant. It was no secret that he was more than a family friend to them, but it was nice to see that he recognized it too. While Noah might not have attended every family event or stayed for long, he showed his love and appreciation in his own small ways. Gifts were one of his favorite ways of doing so. Yeah, Noah might’ve only stayed at a Thanksgiving for an hour or two for food, but he was there long enough to make mental notes for next year, to bring extra cranberry sauce because Nick’s abuela loves it or extra croutons since Nick’s mom tends to snack on them while she cooks. He paid attention and he loved deeply, even if it didn’t seem that way on the surface.
He rustled around some miscellaneous garage junk in the corner, making more noise than Amelia felt comfortable with. She stood up on her tip toes to watch carefully him over the pristine car with her heart beating in her chest begging to rush him again.
“Ah! I knew it’d be here!” He said a little too loud out of excitement and promptly covered his mouth. His wide brown eyes met hers in a silent ‘oops, shit, sorry!’ plea.
In desperate need to escape the anxiety inducing mission, Amelia ran to the end of the driveway the second she saw the telescope in Noah’s hand. It took him longer than it should’ve just to snatch the item, but she didn’t question it or investigate much when he sped right past her after the garage began squeaking closed.
They made it out in record time, holding in their laughter until they reached the end of the street. It only took one look at each other to send them into a cackling fit. Amelia’s delicate hands found his thin arm and used him for stability, while the laughter shook her entire frame.
When they make it back to the park, he set down the telescope and unravels something she somehow didn’t notice he was carrying before.
“Did you steal that from their garage?!”
He grinned and proudly pulled another bottle of wine, white this time, from the blanket he also borrowed. “Yeah? And I’ll just replace them when I bring the telescope back tomorrow.” He carefully sat the wine down at her feet and spread out the buffalo-print blanket over the grass.
“You are so bad!” She chuckled, smacking him playfully with the excess of her long cardigan sleeve.
“Isn’t that what girls want? A bad boy?” He smirked jokingly, getting down on his knees to angle the telescope just right so that they didn’t need to stand up to use it.
She pressed her lips together as she watched him. Sure, that’s what some girls want, but not her. Even when he was landing them in detention every other day and keeping them out way past curfew – even when everyone else considered him a “bad boy” – she knew he wasn’t, not really.
Even now, whenever he got on stage, covered in ink, growling like a demon – she knew he wasn’t, and has never been, “bad”. Not the way she knew him. Amelia had a talent for seeing through people and she always saw right through Noah, from the first time she ever saw him in the back of her 3rd grade class. And all through adolescence, she saw him clearly through all his stormy confliction and thick brick walls.
Noah never saw it of course; how could he believe that someone as sugary sweet as Amelia could possibly ever see him as anything more than comical the social mask he wore with friends. In fact, he would even go as far to believe his mask was thickest and most opaque around her. Whether or not that was factual, didn’t lessen her ability to see him, really see him.
Being told you’re so wrong for so long, makes you believe that no one could ever see you as right. No matter how many friends Noah had at his parties, or fans in his crowds or girls in his bed, he never felt as though anyone saw him as enough. He got so exhausted from constantly trying to outdo himself that sometimes he forgot what exactly he was trying to accomplish.
Amelia never once believed the “bad influence, bad boy” propaganda their parents or teachers ever accused him of. To her, he was just Noah; the weird emo kid in the back of her classes, the neighbor down the street, the other older “brother” of the youngest girl scout in her troop. Amelia knew Noah at his core.
“Ah, bad boys are overrated.” She waved off his words casually.
He turned and gave her an unconvinced look, “Yeah, sure.” he glared playfully before sitting back on his legs. “Well, it’s ready if you wanna look.”
Amelia crawled across the blanket to meet him and peered through the telescope. Billions of tiny stars flooded the glass lens with twinkles and glimmers you’d never be able to see normally. Fluffy white clouds interrupted the view every so often, but it didn’t take away from the breathtaking scene.
“Whoa.” She mouthed quietly, just taking in the sight. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Sure is.” Noah agreed quietly, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them while he watched her.
They took some turns looking out of the telescope and passing the wine bottle back and forth before finally resting side by side on the picnic fabric. The air around them both was full of dwindling laughter over Noah telling silly stories about him and Nicholas and their roommates in LA. At surface level, he seemed to be doing well, despite claiming to hate LA, he appeared to be thriving there. Perhaps it was just the roommates that he enjoyed living with. Noah was never one to enjoy solitude, at least not for long periods of time. When he lived in their hometown, he was rarely wherever he was staying at the time. Getting comfortable anywhere was never his goal or motive. For the most part, it seemed like he enjoyed the constant change, the running. However, the way he talked about their home in California, all the stories he shared that brought the grandest smile to his face or the loudest boom from his chest all took place at their home. Amelia wondered what it must feel like for him to be back in their dreary little town, and if he rattled off all those stories was because he was homesick.
As the space between them flooded with a silence that was equally comfortable and uncomfortable, a question bubbled up that had been eating at Amelia from the moment she laid eyes on the tired darkness hanging beneath Noah’s eyes. His grin for most of the night was wide and toothy but she knew him better than that.
“So,” She turned her head towards him. “How are you, really?”
His eyes stayed transfixed on the stars above and he let a dense quiet settle over them before speaking.
“It must get so exhausting.” He stated, ignoring her question all together.
Her brows furrowed at his words, “What does?”
“Being so bright all the time.” He stated flatly, with a low dejected tone lacing his words.
“The stars?” She questioned with her brows still knitted.
“Sure. The Moon, the cosmos, all of it.” He brought his hands to interlace over his tummy. “Sure, the moon gets a break during the day and gets to disappear for a bit every month. And the stars get to die eventually.
“Right…?”
“But a star’s entire existence is to be bright - they only exist to be bright and then die. The moon works every night to serve as a giant nightlight and to shift some waves around. It must be so exhausting, all of it – being so bright all the time just to burn out into nothing.”
Noah had always been good at avoiding both his feelings and Amelia’s prying questions. It seemed age and time hadn’t changed that specific skill set. Maybe it’s true what they say, people never really change. It worried her that he might’ve not changed at all in that way.
“I mean,” She shifted her head to face the stars again trying to find the answers in the same place he was getting the questions. “You’re not wrong… but, think about the good that they do. The moon does so much on its own for us, you know the tides, the earth’s axis and all that. But we wouldn’t even be here staring at the sky without it all. They’re pretty and,” She shrugs. “And maybe, sometimes, that’s enough.”
“Right.” He responded curtly, pausing a long while before speaking again. “If the moon had consciousness… do you think it would care that most people know it for being pretty and not for being good at its job?” He pondered, not once looking over at the girl, perhaps afraid that his façade would crumble, and he’d spill the truth if he met her eyes.
Amelia’s brows furrowed together once more as she processed his words, doing mental gymnastics to decipher the underlying meaning. Another skill set Noah possessed was being dramatically cryptic, especially when it came to his internal turmoil. Whenever he had some battle waging within him, he suddenly transformed into a makeshift philosopher.
Looking the way he does, it’s fair to assume that his band had garnered recent attention due to his looks – most men would revel in the fleeting female attention, but not Noah. At least not enough to keep him from being contemplative on the lawn of their old park.
Girls or not, Noah had always been particular about his craft. He was lucky he found Nicholas first since he really let Noah take reigns of the entire operation. Like a true perfectionist, Noah carefully curated every song, every show, every rehearsal – even back when they were just playing in Nick’s garage with shitty amps.
Amelia analyzed his words, thinking over her response carefully. “I think the moon would be grateful for the attention either way.” She commented gently. “As long as she’s doing the job she’s meant to do, her beauty getting noticed is just a bonus. As long as she’s doing what she’s destined to do, I think she’d be content doing whatever she needs to, regardless of the affection towards her.”
“Yeah, I guess she would.”
Looking up at the sky, Amelia noticed just how round the moon was that night and how perfectly it was centered in the sky. It looked like the inside of a circus tent, like the star littered sky was just a patterned fabric pierced right in the middle by a giant moon-shaped hole. It felt like it too – as if they were the only ones in some carnival tent far away from anything bad. Below such a vast cosmos, they were just tiny specs of dust in the universe, and she was grateful for the temporary solitude. After years of not even being around Noah, he still made her feel the same. He had a knack for dissolving any real-life problems when they were alone together. When she was with him, she was in a world of their own making. She wondered if she did the same for him, and for his sake, she really hoped she did.
But alas, the bubble they created together that night was not one that could exist forever, and the big top tent must come down after a grand show.
Amelia and Noah ran out of words, at least ones meant to be said that night. They laid side by side with her right hand and his left not even a centimeter apart.
Noah was unaware of whether it was fear, nerves or sadness that fueled the drumming beneath his brittle ribs, but that same force also tugged an invisible string to lift his pinky.
Amelia’s eyes rounded and every muscle in her body tensed up the millisecond she felt him move up and hover over her own pinky.
But before he got the chance to lock over her finger, there was a frightening rustling behind some playground equipment followed by a bright light aimed right at them, blinding the pair.
“Hey! You kids aren’t allowed in here!” Boomed a deep, authoritative voice.
Amelia propped herself up on an elbow and immediately used her arm as a shield to keep the blinding light from burning her retinas any further.
Noah closed his eyes and let out a deep breath through his nose. It was one of the many familiar sounds from the town Noah hoped to never hear again.
“Sebastian? What an unpleasant surprise.” The voice taunted with a vicious edge.
“Officer Hawke.” The eyeroll was thick in Noah’s voice. “So great to see you.”
The big burly man shifted the flashlight beam to Noah directly. “Not shocking that the first time I see you back in town you’re up to no good.” He moved the light back to Amelia’s face. “Also, not shocking that you’ve reunited with your old partner in crime. Corrupting Miss. Alastor again, are we?”
“Officer, we just fell asleep earlier, we didn’t mean to be here so late.” Amelia lied for Noah like she always had. Her and Nick had been the goodie-two-shoes that were always bailing or covering for the long-haired boy. Well, Amelia was truly good, Nick was just skilled at masking his deviant tendencies, using his sweet golden-boy allure to fool everyone. As much as she hated breaking the rules, she secretly loved when Noah enabled it. Her teenage years wouldn’t have been nearly as fun or memorable without the two mischievous boys. Even just lying in the park with Noah after dark made her feel the most alive she’d had in years. It was exhilarating, no matter how much she reprimanded the boy for his reckless rebellion.
“Mhm. Sounds about right, you covering for Mr. Sebastian here, for god knows why.” He speculated, unconvinced. “It’s like I stepped back in time. It seems you both haven’t changed much.”
While the cop had been berating the two, Noah had already began packing up the picnic trying to end the interaction as quickly as possible.
“Sorry officer, it won’t happen again.” She lied.
“Sure.” He retorted. “Get you and your boyfriend out of here. Don’t let me catch you in here again.”
With that he turned and headed back to his vehicle. It was surprising that he just left the pair– not surprising that he just sat and watched them from the comfort of his cop car across the street.
Amelia helped Noah pack everything up before they made their escape from the park. Shortly after they were down the street, the cop car finally drove off. She walked in the direction of her house, thinking that Noah would part ways to maybe head towards Nick’s house to return the stolen items or to Vince’s where he was staying for the time being, but he stayed walking alongside her. He was quiet, which for Noah was strange, especially with her.
“You know, you don’t have to walk me home? I know you’re staying in the opposite direction.” She said, stuffing her cold hands in her pockets.
“I want to. It’s dangerous for you to walk alone.” He replied flatly, kicking a pebble across the sidewalk concrete.
Her house wasn’t particularly far from the other two’s, nothing in the tiny town was necessarily far from each other. With a town as small as theirs, a night walk home wouldn’t usually be considered dangerous.
“Well, thanks.” She replied cautiously.
She let her mind wander to the interaction they had at the park with Officer Hawke. Noah’s mood had been fairly consistent all night up until then. She mentally scolded herself for not realizing that running into the overly familiar cop would affect his demeanor. Maybe she just assumed that after so many years into adulthood he’d be over it, but evidently, it was foolish and incredibly mindless for her to believe so.
The rest of the walk was silent, just filled with the sounds of nature in the winter. The crisp cool air zipping with the wind, crashing into every solid object available while owls coo-ed into the darkness.
Finally, they arrived at the chain-link gate of Amelia’s small home. She rested her arm atop the pointy wires of the fence. Any other night she’d probably invite him in, but it was so late and all of the night’s events had already been enough to overfill her tummy with static-y nerves.
“Well, I-“ They fumble over each other’s words. Warmth blooms across Amelia’s cheeks at the joint misstep.
“You go.” She urged.
“No, you go.” He pushed back with a sheepish grin.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and dropped her attention down to her feet. “I was just gonna say that this was… nice.” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip. “It was really nice to see you again Noah.” Her tone soft and genuine, as her eyes meet his again.
He was unprepared for how her eyes looked with the moonlight shining directly into them. He couldn’t remember the last time he looked into them so clearly. He forgot how different they were from each other, well, they weren’t really – but they were when one spent looking at them as intently as Noah had since he was 8 years old. Her eyes were both a hazel but one much more brown while the other had a pretty emerald hue.
“Yeah, it was really nice.” His words sounded true, but his voice was still strained by the sadness from the walk there. “I’m really happy I went into the shop this morning.”
Her lips worked overtime to keep from pulling into a giant grin and suddenly she was grateful for the darkness hiding the red staining her cheeks. “Yeah, me too.”
Noah sucked in a breath to speak but pauses, before returning again, “Um - Nick’s family is throwing their annual Christmas party this weekend, I’m sure he and the Ruffilo clan would love to see you.” He stated with his words moving slightly faster than normal almost like he was nervous to even ask, which is silly isn’t it? Being anxious to invite an old friend to a holiday party you both attended every year growing up? It shouldn’t be that nerve wreaking, right? He scratched the back of his neck. “If you want that is.”
Her eyes nearly light up enough to cut through the darkness. “Yeah,” She beamed a sweet smile up at him. “I think I’d really like that.”
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A/N; thank you so much for reading - again this is my first time writing in 3rd person so i hope it was decent! i hope you enjoyed even though it is definitely not christmas time lmao - lmk what you think! 💗
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Limoncello - Chapter 7
Pairings: Nick Folio x OFC, Bad Omens x OFC
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: Angst, mentions of anxiety and panic, violence, one mention of blood, crying, comfort, not proofread bc i hate myself
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“Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Nick’s pickup peeled into the dive bar’s parking lot, loose gravel crunching under the tires as he pulled into a parking space. Noah’s car followed close behind and parked right next to him, music blaring and bass thumping. Nick hopped out of the truck and made his way to the bed to start unloading the drum kit, while Maeve followed suit. Noah popped out of the driver’s seat, leaving the door open as he stood next to the car. Doja Cat’s Say So blared through the speakers and into the evening air as he loudly sang along to it. A stone faced Nicholas exited the passenger’s seat and Jolly got out of the back seat to start unloading instruments.
Maeve began to laugh as she watched Noah. “Really?” she giggled, hands on her hips. “Doja Cat?”
“It’s art, you wouldn’t understand,” Noah responded before going right back to singing along.
“He does this every time,” Jolly sighed. “Don’t feed into it.” Maeve just laughed even harder.
Finally Noah turned the car off, music silencing along with it, and started helping Folio unload the kit.
“Do you guys need any help?” Maeve questioned sweetly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Folio looked over at her. “Nah, we got it, doll,” he shot her a wink. “Thank you.”
Maeve felt her entire body flush in an instant, as if her entire body had engulfed in flames.
Doll.
Was he just teasing? Was it a joke? Joke or not, she loved it.
She nodded. “No problem,” she whispered, fighting the shy smile that threatened to spread across her face, heart pounding out of her chest.
She trailed behind them as they walked to the doors. It suddenly clicked that she should probably hold the door for them. She quickly bolted around and in front of them to open the door. They all muttered their appreciation as they walked inside. She followed behind Nick after he walked in. Her eyes immediately widened. The bar was dimly lit, the brightest light in there being a red neon Budweiser sign perched on a shelf behind the bar. Besides herself, the only other woman in the establishment was one of the bartenders. The rest of the patrons were men.
Suddenly, she was overly aware of herself and what she was wearing, crossing her arms over her stomach, her eyes darting around as she followed her friends. The guys walked over to the area where they were supposed to play and began to set up. Maeve, cowered into herself, stood as close to them as possible without getting in their way. Nick glanced over at her, furrowing his eyebrows before walking over to her. “Maeve? You good?”
She looked up at him with a tense smile. “Um, yeah,” she started. “Just a little anxious.”
“How come?” he questioned, slight frown on his face.
“It’s nothing serious,” she tried to reassure. “Just feel like I stick out like a sore thumb.”
Nick nodded, sucking on his teeth before responding. “Well, no one’s gonna mess with you. Not if I- um, we can help it,” he motioned to the guys.
Maeve nodded in response, slowly uncrossing her arms, “Okay…Thank you.”
“Of course,” Nick said, grabbing one of her hands. “We’ve gotta keep you safe.” He pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles before slowly dropping her hand and walking off to finish setting up, leaving her red in the face and giddy.
They put on a phenomenal show. While their music wasn’t something that Maeve would typically listen to, she found herself nearly hypnotized by the combination of their talents and stage presence. She figured she probably made a fool of herself cheering them on, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. They deserved the hype. When they began to pack up, she walked over to them, a bright smile adorning her face.
Nick noticed her first. “What did you think?”
“You guys did amazing!” she beamed, going in for a hug.
Nick hugged her back, picking her up and swinging her side to side as his arms wrapped tightly around her, “Thank you, doll.”
Maeve squealed as he lifted her off the ground. “Put me down,” she giggled. “You’re all sweaty.”
“Hey, you hugged me,” he laughed, gently setting her down on the ground. “Let me help the guys pack up really quick.”
She nodded at him and walked back over to where she had been sitting before, watching them, but mostly Nick, as they packed up. She was pulled from her giddy, excited state almost as soon as she sat down.
“Look who we have here!” A familiar voice boomed as the bar door opened.
Tanner.
Maeve’s breath caught in her throat as she hesitantly looked towards the source of the voice. She shrunk into herself as Tanner approached her. “I thought this wasn’t your scene, princess,” Tanner smirked, leaning against the bar.
He had tried to get her to go to bars when they were together, but she never wanted to. She didn’t enjoy bars. She would much rather drink within the comfort of her home. Or in the home of someone she trusted. She sucked in a deep breath and just nodded towards the guys.
Tanner glanced in the direction that she nodded and let out a chilling chuckle. “Oh, I see how it is,” he said through gritted teeth as he glanced back at her with cold, angry eyes. She leaned back against the bar to get some distance between them and obviously failed to do so. Tanner got in her face, his body pressing to hers. “So you’re a fucking groupie now? Which one are you fucking? Or are you fucking them all?” His voice got louder and harsher with each question.
Maeve started to tear up and tried to move away from him, to no avail. He grabbed her arm, causing her to yelp, tears springing to her eyes. And just as quickly as he had gotten in her face, he was being pulled away.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Nick spat. Noah, Nicholas, and Jolly stood by him as he gripped the back of the collar of Tanner’s shirt.
“Putting that slut in her place. I’m doing you a favor.” Tanner responded, eerily calm.
Nick was seeing red as his grip tightened on Tanner’s shirt, pushing him against the bar as hard as he could. Nick then removed one hand and drew back a clenched fist before slamming his fist into Tanner’s nose, blood immediately gushing from his nose. Jolly hurried off to find security while Noah pulled Nick off of Tanner. Nicholas took over in keeping Tanner where he was. Noah was trying his best to hold Nick back from Tanner, constantly readjusting his grip.
“Folio,” Nicholas called, not taking any of his focus off of an enraged Tanner who was trying to get to Folio. “Take Maeve to the truck, now.”
At the mere mention of Maeve, Nick stopped fighting to get out of Noah’s grip and looked over to where Maeve was still seated, trembling with her face in her hands. He looked at Noah, face visibly softened. Noah nodded and let go, then Nick rushed to Maeve’s side. “C’mon, let’s go.” He said softly to her, helping her stand and leading her outside and into the truck as quickly as possible. He opened the door for her and helped her climb into the seat before he rushed over to his side and hopped in.
Maeve was trying her hardest to not break down. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, her heart was beating erratically, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, and her entire body shook. Nick leaned over to her and grabbed one of her trembling hands and she squeezed it.
“Hey, breathe for me, doll. Can you breathe for me?” he asked softly, trying not to panic her further. “C’mon, breathe with me.” He started to breathe in and out, loudly and slowly. Maeve followed his lead, letting his breaths guide her own. She began to calm down slightly, at least enough to where her heart rate slowed and she stopped shaking. Tears had started to stream down her face, and she tried to hide it.
“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered, voice breaking slightly as she silently cried, turning her head away from him.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Nick cooed, gently placing a hand on her face so she would look at him. He cupped her face with both hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This is not your fault.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned into his touch as tears endlessly flowed from her eyes. Nick managed to awkwardly maneuver her into his lap, his arms wrapped around her as she quietly cried into shirt. He rubbed her back as her body occasionally shook with sobs. They stayed like that until Noah, Nicholas, and Jolly came out with all the instruments and equipment they brought, one of the bartenders helping bring it out. Nick rolled the window down as they approached.
“Is she okay?” Jolly asked. Nick shrugged, while Maeve nodded into Nick’s chest as a response. Jolly furrowed his eyebrows with a sigh.
“That guy got kicked out,” Noah said. “Apparently they have trouble with him all the time. They escorted him out and said that if he came back they’d call the cops.”
“I’m so sorry you guys,” Maeve sniffled, words muffled by Nick’s chest.
“Don’t do that. You have nothing to be sorry for,” Nick repeated what he had told her earlier, holding her tighter.
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WOULD YOU SAY I'M WORTHY || ONE
PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x OFC ; slight Nick Folio x OFC
DIVIDER ART WORK BY @saradika-graphics
SUMMARY: When Eden meets Noah, her life is anything but perfect. Her heart is far more broken than Noah can even guess at this point. Will he be able to mend the wounds he hadn’t caused?
WARNINGS: angst, fluff, eventually smut, mentions of grief/loss, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of illnesses
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The rain was pouring down with no regrets. It had been like this for a few days. And still, the bar business was booming. It was a cold Friday evening in October and Eden was done. She had been on her feet since around six in the morning and she just wanted to cuddle herself into her blanket on her small couch at home.
It wasn’t like she despised her job at the bar, but she just couldn’t feel her feet anymore. She had been pouring beer into glasses for five hours straight and there was seemingly no end. Every time she thought she had a second to herself, the next person ordered something.
On the light side, she also really hadn’t had the time to think about anything outside of work, which was the exact reason why she went for the job. She had been living in Los Angeles for about three months now. Three months of none-stop working. Three months of keeping her mind of reality.
She was doing better than she had originally thought.
As she was giving a woman her change, she noticed how the door opened. She always noticed when the door opened and she surely always noticed him. A young man in his early twenties entered the bar and shook his head for a second to get rid of the excess water in his hair. Eden felt like she could breathe for a second.
When the man lifted his gaze again, he quickly was met with Eden’s exhausted but welcoming smile.
“Eden!” The man beamed. “Thank God, you are here. I thought, you weren’t working today.”
“I’m always working, Nick.” She answered the man, as he approached the bar and set down on one of the chairs. He leaned a bit towards her with a smug smile on his face. “The same as usual.” – “Everything for you, Nick.”
She poured another beer into the glass before turning back to him and setting the drink in front of him. She didn’t even have to tell him what it cost, the money already laying on the counter, “Keep the change.”
Eden smiled to herself. Her day just got better.
“How has your week been?” Nick asked her, before sipping on his beer. Eden sighed.
“Pretty good.” She said, as she always did. “Yours?”
“A lot of stuff with the band.” He answered.
Right, the band. She knew he was the drummer of this metal band. Sometimes she forgot Nick was somewhat popular.
Eden nodded, before being called to the other side of the counter to yet pour another beer. When she went back to Nick afterwards, he was quick to gift her a sweet smile.
“What are you doing tomorrow?" Nick asked her interested.
“The same as always. Cuddling on my couch and watching some movies.” She answered him and he looked shocked. “But it’s your birthday!” – “That is the reason why I’m doing nothing out of the usual.”
Nick shook his head. “It’s also Halloween, Sunshine.” Eden smiled a little at the nickname Nick had given her other the last couple of weeks. She knew it couldn't be further from the truth, but she enjoyed the image Nick seemed to have of her in his head.
“Don’t make it even worse than it already is.” Eden breathed out, not even sure if Nick heard it over the noise that filled the room.
Eden hated her birthday. It was a hard reminder of the time just slipping through her fingers. To her, it was even worse that she was also born on a national holiday. And if that wasn’t enough, she also had her name tied to said holiday. While her name was representing some kind of delight or place of pleasure, her parents had chosen that name for her, because they thought it sounded mysterious and spooky. Fitting for Halloween.
“Oh, come on.” Nick exclaimed, snapping her out of her thoughts. She blinked at him for a second, waiting for him to continue his sentence. “Enjoy yourself for once.”
Eden rolled her eyes. As much as Nick was a delight to her, she also hated his happy spirit in moments like this.
“Okay, hear me out.” Nick said, when he saw her facial expression. “A good friend of mine is celebrating his birthday tomorrow. You should come. This way, nobody will focus on you, you can enjoy my company outside of work for once and you’re out of your little hobbit-house for once.”
Eden tapped her fingers against the counter and started to think. It had been about the fifth time that Nick tried to get her to do something with him. Since now, she had always turned him down. Not, that she didn’t want to see him, she just was scared. She liked being alone. She liked being to herself. She didn’t even speak to anyone outside of work, except her sister and her parents, but even that contact was strongly limited by her. Nick was the only one she would call somewhat a friend.
Eden ran a hand through her hair and then over her face. She was going to regret this. She just knew it.
“Okay… Just once.” She gave in and Nick clapped his hands together in excitement.
“Fucking finally!” He exclaimed. “I was really starting to think, you hated me.”
“I do not, and you know that.” She reassured him before taking another order. When she was ready with the customer, Nick’s beer was empty. She allowed herself to look at the clock that was hanging over the entrance of the bar. Her shift would end in half an hour.
“So, where should I go tomorrow?" She asked Nick, who was still smiling to himself.
“Give me your phone number and I’ll text you the address.” He answered her and reached his hand out, waiting for her phone.
For a second, she simply looked at his hand. He was getting bold.
She sighed in defense and pulled her phone from her pants to hand it to him.
Right when he handed it back, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her boss Michael looked at her. “You can go. Anna will be here in a second.”
Eden nodded, before looking at Nick again, who stood to his feet, also ready to head out.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She exclaimed, before Nick nodded at her with a smile and left.
“The guy is cute.” Michael said to her, and she smiled a little. “Yeah, he is also a total pain in the ass.”
Michael only shrug his shoulders, before wishing her a good night and soon Eden was in her car.
It didn’t take her long to reach her apartment. She had been lucky, getting a flat close to her work. When she reached her front door and opened it, she sighed at the familiar sight of her home. Things hadn’t been easy the last couple of months. After moving to the other side of the country, she was just happy to have some peace again. She liked not living in that old house anymore, back at her hometown. Everything reminded her of her pain back there.
Not even twenty minutes later, she fell onto her couch, a bowl of instant noodles in her hand and some sitcom playing in the background, when her phone vibrated. Three messages from an unknown number.
She opened them.
?: Hey, here is Nick.
?: The party starts at 8, you have to come in a custome
?: [adress attached]
That's when it hit her.
She agreed to go to a party with a man, she barely knew, even though he was the closest she had to a friend in LA.
She was definitely going to regret it.
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The Coyotes Cry: coming soon.
Centered on the story of a young bride whose fairy-tale vision of the Concrete Jungle is shattered when her father, part of the Irish Crime Family; McManus strikes a marital peace deal with the mafia head of OMNS, Noah Sebastian. Scarlett is faced with rage and conflict, as she is forced to work alongside her new husband in his tattoo shop that fronts for his mafia dealings. Devastating events leave Scarlett with the realization that there is more to Noah than meets the eye. "I would willingly, lay down my life for you if I had to." The power of love is thicker than blood.
[AU]TattooArtist!MafiaBoss!Noah Sebastian x OFC.
Tropes: Forced Proximity/Dark Romance/Mafia/Arranged Marriage/Tattoo Artist.
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You Will Not Be Mine, So Give Me The Night
Noah Sebastian x OFC
Content Warnings: Fingering, P in V sex, and infidelity. There are no miscommunications, no misunderstandings here... just two people making the conscious decision to be unfaithful.
Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction, none of this is real. But if RPF isn't your thing, please hit that back button.
This was a smut prompt request from @itsvictoriaarose with #189 "You're really telling me to stop while both your hands are up my shirt?" and #182 "You can't leave marks." I kinda went back and forth over this for a while, trying to figure out what direction I wanted to take and then I got hit with an angst spell and decided to take it out on Mr. Noah Sebastian. So enjoy?
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It starts innocently enough. She's the new guitar tech, shadowing JB and learning the ropes to take over for him now that Jimmy needs him more. Noah can’t help but be a little standoffish. It’s always hard to bring someone new in, but it goes well. She’s good at what she does, and she’s a quick learner when it comes to all their little idiosyncrasies, technical or otherwise, noting Jolly’s preferences and taking them to heart. His people are happy, so he’s happy and he starts to relax into this new normal.
Three stops in, shit hits the fan and while the rest of them are bustling around, trying to fix it and not lose their collective shit when new girl steps up pulling a fix from God knows where. It gets them through the night and off to the next city, where they have a day off to figure out exactly what went wrong. He stops worrying for a bit after that.
They’re three weeks into their eight-week run when Noah realizes he might have a problem. At first he notices the way her nose scrunches when there’s something she can’t fix right away, how she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she thinks it through. He catches himself staring at her mouth more than once, wondering if her lips are as soft as they look. With a mental shake, Noah forces his eyes away from her, letting the sparkle of the ring on her finger taunt him as he unlocks his phone.
His girlfriend’s face smiles back at him from the home screen, and it’s enough to get his thoughts off of her for the time being.
But it only works for so long. The more time they spend together, the worse it gets. He starts to catch her looking at him when she thinks he’s not looking, her head quickly turning away when he looks back, their friendly touches beginning to linger a little too much on the side of Too Long. So he tries to put as much distance between them as possible, but it's not exactly easy when they’re practically living on top of each other on the rig.
She corners him by week five, appearing at his side to lean against the bar next to the stool he's parked himself on.
“Did I do something to upset you?”
Noah can feel her gaze as it burns into him, the same stare he’s felt the past few weeks when she thinks he’s not paying attention. It was one thing when he thought it was one-sided, but he doesn’t think it is anymore.
“Nope,” is all he says, refusing to look at her. Instead, he lets his eyes wander to the other side of the room, watching a few of the others face off at the pool table.
“You sure?” she asks, incredulous. “Because, apart from a sparing glance, you’ve barely been able to look at me for the past two weeks.”
He sighs, letting his head hang as he closes his eyes. "I think you know why…"
"I know," she replies, voice quiet.
"I'm not the only one who feels it, right?" Noah asks as he finally lets himself look at her. She looks tired as she sits on the stool next to his, running her hands up and down her thighs. He tries not to focus on how thick they look under the tight material of her leggings, and how they might feel under his own hands if he were to reach out and touch her; instead, he keeps his eyes trained on her face.
“No. No, you’re not.” The confession makes something flutter in his chest. Excitement, maybe, but it’s quickly tampered by the cool wave of dread that settles over him when she continues. “So, where do we go from here? I really like this job, but if it’s better for both of us if I--”
“Hey, wait, no,” he cuts her off quickly, reaching out to take hold of her hand. “That’s not what I want, and that’s not what I think you should do… because you’re good at this. That shit the first week? The whole show could have gone south if you didn’t figure out a way to fix it. I don’t want to lose you as a tech just because we’re attracted to each other… okay?”
“So what do we do then?” she asks tiredly, staring down at their joined hands. Her skin is warm under his and he can feel the beginnings of electricity sparking under his thumb where he runs it across her knuckles.
Noah shrugs, “We deal with it, okay? You’re engaged for fucks sake, and I have a girlfriend, that’s more than enough for us to push whatever this is to the side and remain professional. We can even use JB as a go between if we need to.”
She scoffs, but it’s more amused than derogatory. "Just ignore it. Is that really the solution you’re suggesting? Healthy.”
That pulls a laugh from him as he raises both of his hands in a mock surrender. “I’m all ears if you have any other suggestions… besides quitting.” He needs her to know he’s serious, because apart from JB, she’s the best tech they’ve had and Noah’s pretty sure Matt would strangle him if he had anything to do with them losing her.
“Okay…” she says, exhaling loudly. “You’re right. We’re both adults here, we can be mature about this. It doesn’t need to be anything more than a strictly platonic work relationship.”
“Exactly.”
Their new found understanding is shaky at best, and it only takes JB’s departure for it to all come crumbling down.
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It's the last week, the home stretch. JB's gone off to do his own thing with his own band, and in his absence, all the things that hold them back seem to not matter anymore. Without him as a buffer between them, the ring on her finger doesn't sparkle quite as bright, and the face that smiles back at him from his home screen doesn't carry the weight it once did. Not when she throws her head back to clear the hair out of her eyes and his eyes trace the line of her throat, wondering what kind of sound she'd make if he did the same with his teeth.
He tries not to over-indulge when he’s around her. She feels magnetic when he’s sober, sparks crackling under his fingertips where they brush against hers when he’s riding that first beer feeling, and he knows it’ll only increase the more he puts away. Noah can’t tell if she’s doing the same thing for the same reasons, but he always notices when she stops at one as well. And much as he loathes to say it, he knows right then that it’s only a matter of time before they do something they shouldn’t.
It all comes to a head after their last show. The night goes off without a hitch, and everybody's riding that high, despite how tired they all are. At the after show party, he stops at one, like he always does, but it’s not enough this time.
He tells himself that it’s not a conscious decision to offer her his hand. That it’s the alcohol’s influence as they sneak away hand in hand, out to the rig while everyone else is otherwise occupied.
Noah’s the one who kisses her first, but she kisses him back with fervor, sitting on the table by the small kitchenette, spreading her legs to let him into her space. He gasps into her mouth when her hands slip under his shirt, trailing fire in their wake as they wander the broad expanse of his back, heat pooling in his gut when her tongue slips into his mouth to slide against his. His hands grip her thighs, tugging her closer and it’s not until he pops the button on her jeans that she breaks away.
“Stop…” she pants, the words slipping out between gulping breaths. “We… we gotta stop.”
She’s right. He knows she’s right, but. “You’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are up my shirt?”
That pulls a breathless laughter from her chest, and Noah tries to ignore the way he mourns the loss of her touch when her hands leave his body, a chill quickly replacing her warmth. “You know I’m right… we can’t do this.”
His head falls forward to rest against her shoulder. “I know.”
But he doesn’t move, doesn’t back away to let her go before they do something they can’t take back. Instead he kisses her bare shoulder, and she doesn’t stop him. Nor does she stop him when he skips over the thin strip of her tank top before letting his lips mark a path to the curve of her neck. She just tangles her hand in his hair with a sigh of his name, tipping her head back as he continues his way around throat where he whispers into the skin, “I don’t want to stop.”
He can feel her throat bob as she swallows before taking a deep breath, her following sigh loud in the empty space around them. It’s quiet as the minutes tick by until she tugs at his hair, pulling his gaze up to meet hers. “You can’t leave marks.”
It’s all the permission he needs.
Noah tears at her jeans, pulling harshly at the zipper before shuffling the denim down her legs until she can kick them off. Sucking two fingers into his mouth, he steps back in between her legs to push her underwear aside, circling her clit before he sinks them into her, all the way to the knuckle.
“Fuuuuck.” Noah curses. She’s so wet inside, and the knowledge that it’s all for him makes him delirious as he fucks her with his fingers. He works her to her orgasm quickly, the sound she makes when he thumbs at her clit just before she shudders around him makes it hard for him to think about anything other than getting his dick inside her. He shoves down his shorts and underwear, trying not to trip as he steps out of them before kicking them somewhere behind.
Noah grips her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the table underneath, spreading her legs wide with both of his hands. She’s still spasming when Noah pushes his way inside, the clench and release of her pussy as he bottoms out forces him to pause as he tries to hold his own release at bay, and he refuses to think about anything but her as they rest their foreheads together, panting into each other’s mouths.
“Hey, look at me,” he requests, setting his thumb beneath her chin as his palms rests against the soft skin of her cheek. Her eyes slide open just as he pulls his hips back and the way her mouth falls open in a silent cry as he thrusts back into her is nothing short of beautiful.
For a moment, he wishes things were different, that he could have her spread out beneath him on a bed and take his time, instead of a hurried fuck in an empty tour bus. But then she cants her hips up to meet his, and he’s rocketed back to the present moment so hard his head spins. She floods his senses; all he can see, all he can feel, all he can smell is her, them, as they rock together.
She clutches at him as she cries out, hands fisting into his shirt when he feels his dick brush against a particular spot inside her and he can feel her cunt begin to tighten around him.
“Shit,” Noah gasps, “A-Are you gonna cum again? Gonna cum around my cock?”
She nods, working one of her hands between them to play with herself. “That’s it… that’s a good--” he cuts off with a groan as the quiver of her inner walls threatens to pull him over the edge. Pulling her mouth to his, he smashes their lips together, swallowing her moans as he fucks her through it.
“Oh god…” he pants against her lips, rhythm slipping, “oh fuck, I’m gonna--”
Noah groans, kissing her deep one last time, pumping into her twice more and then he’s pulling out, working a hand around himself until he cums, his release spilling onto the curls above her center and the soft part of her lower belly.
Her hands find his face, brushing the hair that's fallen forward back before pulling their foreheads together. He knows exactly what it is, this soft moment in the afterglow; it's a goodbye for something that never even started and he lets himself bask in it.
With ears still ringing, he pushes away from her, stumbling towards his bunk to pull out an old shirt lodged at the edge of the mattress.
Noah grimaces as he hands it to her. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else to--”
“It’s okay.” She interrupts.
Noah waits for the guilt to creep in, but nothing comes. Nothing but more want when she pushes past him on the way to her own space, bare ass in full view. He can feel his dick stir back to life at the thought of nipping at the soft cheeks with his teeth, griping the full flesh in both of his hands to hold her open while he fucks her from behind. But he lets it go, choosing instead to find his shorts.
They don’t talk as they redress, crossing in the parking lot silence and returning to others a few minutes apart, just in case.
.
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He gets the wedding invitation three weeks later.
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You're The Holiest Thing I Know - Nick x Noah x Laurie (OFC)
Paring: Nicholas Ruffilo x Noah Sebastian x Laurie (OFC)
Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex (M and F receiving), use of a strap on toy
Word Count: 5.3k
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They turn around as if he’s caught them gossiping. Nick thinks that he probably has. For a second it stings, but then he remembers that these are his darlings and that it won’t be about him even if they’re giggling and so very close to each other.
He likes seeing them like this. Laurie pulls him in for a chaste little kiss, before she holds her hand out towards Nick.
“We were just talking about a little movie night? Interested?”
He doubts that was the actual topic of their conversation. He won’t question them. Whatever they have planned is theirs to surprise him with.
Nick agrees, of course. He can’t say no to them. Not when Noah is looking at him with those big brown eyes of his. He’s hunched over a little, his chin resting on Laurie’s shoulder. She looks so small with his arms wrapped around her like that.
God, he loves them so much. Seeing them like this makes Nick question how they’ve ever been without Noah. It’s not that things before weren’t good. They were. It was never bad. But now that it’s all three of them, it just feels so right.
If he could, he’d take a thousand pictures of them so that he can always keep one on him.
When he comes back into the living room after changing into something comfortable, they already have Labyrinth pulled up on the screen. He hears Laurie cursing out the microwave once again. They should probably get a new one at some point.
“There you are.” Noah pulls him in close by the waist, “Almost thought that you weren’t going to come down after all.”
Noah presses a kiss to the cheek, one hand pressed against the opposite. Nick likes that he’s picked up little things like that from Laurie. It’s endearing. They copy each other so much, and he truly does adore it.
Sometimes he feels as if he’s the new one, with how in sync they are.
Laurie joins them shortly afterwards with a bowl of popcorn. The few days off she’s had did her good. He assumes that Noah’s been taking good care of their girl too. Laurie sinks down on the other side of him, bracketing him between their bodies. He likes having them all around him like this. Nick loops his arm around Laurie’s shoulder, pulling her close against his side. Noah leans against his other side, head resting against his shoulder. He’ll slide down to curl against him soon enough. He always does.
The little bout of insecurity ebbs away slowly. The pit of it remains in his chest, though. He can’t help it sometimes. Can’t help the bitter feeling that he’s the one on the outside now. Nick knows that it’s unwarranted. He knows that they love him, that they care for him. Otherwise, they wouldn’t attach themselves to him like this. He shoves the feeling away for now, tries his best to focus on what they had right now. It’ll disappear before long. At least that’s what he hopes.
Shortly after the credits had rolled, Noah had said his good nights, kissed them both and bounded up the stairs, claiming that he still wanted to shower. Nick isn’t sure where this sudden scepticism comes from, maybe he’s just tired. The last few weeks have been busy. He’s glad that he’s basically booked out for the entire time they’re off tour, but now he wishes that he’d taken fewer appointments, spent less time away. He misses them in equal measure, and he can’t deny the bit of envy he feels when he hears Noah and Laurie talk about what they got up to while he was busy. He knows that they spent their mornings all comfy and lazy and while he’s happy that they get to have those moments, Nick can’t help himself. He doesn’t want Noah out. He just wants to have more of them.
“Nicky.” Laurie wraps her arms around his middle, “Everything okay?”
He jumps a little at the sudden contact and noise. He’d been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even noticed her coming into the kitchen.
He nods, despite the still bitter feeling in his chest.
“Don’t lie.”
Nick feels her press her face against the side of his arm as she holds him.
“Just feeling a little on the sideline at the moment.” He admits then.
He can’t expect Laurie and Noah to communicate their needs and then do the opposite when he’s not feeling well.
Laurie’s arms tighten around him.
“Is this because of earlier? When you came home?”
“A little.”
She presses a kiss to his shoulder, “Noah asked me to help him out with something. I’m not going to tell you what, but you’ll enjoy it. Be patient, my love.”
He huffs out a breath, trying his hardest not to sound too frustrated with the whole thing. It eases the ache a little.
“Think we could go out some time? Just you and me?” he asks finally.
Nick didn’t think it was possible, but she hugs him closer still, “Of course. Whatever you want. Just say the word, and I’m all yours. Noah wants to get up early tomorrow; think he’s meeting up with some people. So you’ve got me all to yourself.”
He can’t keep his hands off her that night. Can’t stop himself from kissing every inch of her body until she’s a sighing, writhing mess beneath him. The mess in his head dissipates as he sinks into her. And when he falls asleep with her arm slung across his chest, it doesn’t feel nearly as bad as it did just a few hours ago.
A few days flow past until Noah finds an opportune morning to bring the topic up again. He waits until they’ve had breakfast and they’ve both kissed Nick goodbye. He’s bouncing with excitement when he finds her in the en suite of the big bedroom.
Noah wraps himself around her partially naked body.
“What’s with you today?”
“Do you think we could…”
“Today?” she fixes him in the mirror.
He nods eagerly, “Been thinking about it all night.”
His own enthusiasm catches him a little off guard. Going down on a guy hadn’t been something he’d thought about a lot before this. Hell, even the idea of practising the whole thing with her would have sounded completely baffling to him a year ago. But here he is, asking his girlfriend to help him get used to giving head so that he can show their boyfriend a good time. That alone would have given him an aneurysm when he’d first moved in with them.
“Alright.” her hand finds the side of his face, “Don’t worry so much.”
Noah kisses her cheek, “Thank you for doing this.”
“Of course, everything for the two of you.”
There’s a softness on her face. Noah is so glad that he has the two of them. He lets Laurie get ready in peace. He knows that she likes having a bit of time to herself in the morning. The time spent idle will do nothing for his nerves, but she’ll bring him back down quickly enough. Noah keeps himself busy with his phone, makes note of a verse that’s been floating around his head for a few days now.
He looks up when Laurie enters the bedroom again. Her skin shines with the lotions and creams she’s used. God, she’s beautiful.
“Nervous?” she asks, tossing the shirt she’d worn that night into the little basket by the bathroom door.
“Just a little.”
There’s no use denying it. Laurie will pick up on his writhing hands quickly enough. She always does.
“We can take our time with it. No need to rush into it.” Laurie sits down next to him on the bed, “Do you want to see it first?”
The hesitant little voice in the back of his mind tells him that he doesn’t. He nods in spite of it.
The little smile Laurie gives him makes Noah feel just a little bit more settled. She gives his thigh a little, reassuring squeeze, before she gets up from the bed again.
Laurie opens one of the drawers on the big commode on the opposite side of the room.
He watches her rummage through its contents for a moment before she places a mess of straps onto the top. Her search continues for a moment longer, until she rises to her feet.
“We have a smaller one, but this one is closest to Nick.”
Noah tries not to let the size scare him. He’s seen Nick before - he’s had his hands on him more than once. It’s not as if he didn’t know what he’d be getting himself into.
Laurie holds the toy out for him to take. It’s heavier than expected. It feels similar to Nick in his hand, but it’s so strangely cold.
“We’ll take it nice and slow. We have all day.”
He takes some time getting used to the feeling of the toy in his hand. Laurie watches him carefully; watches as he wraps his hand around it.
“What happens now?” he asks quietly.
Technically he knows. He’s had enough girls go down on him to know what comes now. Laurie gives him a knowing look. Noah’s watched her doing this exact thing for Nick just a few days earlier.
“You know what comes next, darling.” Laurie says calmly, “Do you want to be on your knees?”
He hesitates for a moment too long.
“We can try it with you sitting on the bed. I don’t know how well -”
“Nick will want me on my knees, right?” Noah asks quietly.
Laurie’s face falls a little, and Noah thinks that he’s said something wrong. She cradles his face so gently, thumbs drifting across the tops of his cheeks.
“He’ll want you wherever you’re most comfortable. You know that he doesn’t expect you to bend and break for him. Whatever you can give will be enough. For both of us.” One of her hands leaves his face, in order to fuss with a stray strand of his hair, “And you’ve been on your knees for me. Plenty of times.”
His face flushes a little at the memories of his face buried between her thighs. The difference between this and what he wants to do for Nick is that he knows what to do when he’s face to face with her pussy.
“I want to try.” he nods, mostly to convince himself.
Laurie pulls him in for a chaste little kiss, “We can take breaks whenever you need them.”
Noah has to admit that watching her slip on the harness is a little nerve wrecking. He doesn’t have it in him to question why they have it in the first place. The visual of Nick spread out like that for her burrows into his mind, but he shoves that to the back of his mind for another day. He can’t think about that right now.
He still sits on the edge of the bed, fingers nervously tangled together.
None of that helps when he really takes in the visual of Laurie with the toy dangling in front of her. It takes mere seconds for his cock to press against the fabric of his sweats.
“Kneel down for me, love?” The gentle tone of her voice breaks through his thoughts.
Noah nods absent-mindedly. Laurie reaches for his hand as he sinks down, gives it a comforting squeeze before she brings it to rest against her thigh.
“You’ve seen me do this, and you know what you like. You’ll be just fine.”
It’s a little intimidating.
Noah tries to remember what Laurie did the last time he’s seen her suck Nick's dick. Wrapping his hand around it feels foreign. There’s no movement in it, and it feels nothing like the real thing.
“Give me your hand.” Laurie speaks softly.
He does as she asks. Noah tries hard not to be shocked when she spits into his palm. It’s so oddly obscene, he’s seen her do it plenty of times, but somehow when it’s in his hand it feels mad.
“That’ll make it easier.”
And now that he thinks about it, he’d do the same thing when he gets a hand around himself.
“Go on, love.”
Noah works his hand along the silicone. It feels odd at first but when he feels her hand in his hair a little surge of bravery floods through him. He directs the tip of it towards his mouth. Noah lets his eyes fall shut before he gives a first shy lick across the head. It’s not nearly as weird as he’d thought. And after the first comes a second and a third, and soon enough he finds himself wanting more of it. Laurie’s hand in his hair coaxes him a little closer. It’s such a dizzying feeling. He feels a little clumsy. The head of the toy bumps against the roof of his mouth a few times, before he finds the right angle.
“You’re doing so good.” Her praise sends a shiver down his spine, “Not as bad as you thought it’d be, huh?”
Noah pulls off the toy.
Laurie draws in a sharp breath when he does, and he really cannot place the emotion on her face.
“Feels good.”
She pushes the loose strands of hair away from his face, “I can’t wait for Nick to see you like this.”
He looks so gorgeous like this. A part of her wants to keep him like this. Wants to keep him soft and gentle on his knees for them. She really cannot wait for Nick to feel this. Noah is so eager, so willing to please. He’ll be so good for their boy.
She watches him squirm and shift as keeps up his effort. The hand that is resting against his own thigh twitches impatiently. Laurie knows that he wants to touch himself, and she adores that he doesn’t. She hasn’t told him that he can’t, but there was also no explicit yes.
“Noah.” His eyes shoot up to meet hers immediately, “You can touch yourself if you want to.”
Relief washes over his face as his hand practically flies towards the obvious tent in his sweats. There’s a slim part of her that wishes that she could actually feel it, but it quickly vanishes in favour of a different kind of ache. Watching him touch himself like that when his face is buried between her thighs always makes her head swim, this isn’t different.
He’s grows more and more confident with every bop of his head. She doesn’t know how much more of this she can stand before her own impatience takes over. Her hand finds its way back into his hair, and Noah sighs so beautifully when her nails scrape against his skin of his scalp. The next time she looks down at him, his hand is pushed behind the waist band of his sweats. The movement is slow, but it’s noticeable enough. By now, the cotton of her underwear is soaked through and if she doesn’t get his mouth on her properly soon, she’ll lose her mind.
Laurie watches as he works himself faster, more irregular. He’s close. She can’t look away. The little sounds he makes fill her head with cotton. He sighs around the toy, before he pulls off it until just the head remains between his lips. Laurie tightens her grip on his hair, making him look up at her.
She wishes that he’d rid himself of the sweats so that she could see him properly, but he is far too occupied with his own pleasure. Noah pulls off suddenly, before his head drops against her thigh. His mouth falls open. A silent gasp that breaks from his throat and his hand stills.
Noah stays where he is, resting against her thigh while he catches his breath. She loves how he looks in these moments. That blissed out pleasure that captures his entire being is her favourite thing to look at. He blinks up at her, lips still parted and spit-slicked.
“You did so good, darling.” she speaks softly, “Think you’ve earned a treat.”
His eyes light up at that.
Laurie carefully undoes the buckles that hold the harness up against her waist. As much as this is his treat, she wants - needs - to feel him too. She’s just as desperate for it as he is, and when he surges forward to burrow his face into her, she can’t stop herself from letting out a most wanton moan.
It doesn’t matter how often he puts his mouth on her, it always feels brand new. He’s like a starved man today, burying his face against her pussy until she swears that air doesn’t reach him any more. He licks into her over and over again. It’s almost too much already. Laurie feels him moan and sigh against her. She loves how much he enjoys this. Nick is good to her, always has been. But there’s something about the absolute desperation that fills Noah whenever he’s between her thighs that makes her tummy twist and flip with pleasure.
Laurie lets herself fall back against the mattress. As hungry as he seems to be for her today, she knows that he’ll take his time. And so Laurie lets herself sink into the feeling of his mouth on her pussy and his fingers digging into her hips and thighs. She’s long-lost track of time. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she hears him whine.
By the time she feels herself unravel, Laurie swears that she is floating a good few inches above the bed. Blood rushes in her ears, obscuring all sounds besides the thumping of her heart. It almost doesn't feel real. She lets herself float in that feeling, enjoys the levity it brings her. They’re so good to her. Sometimes she wonders how she found herself with the two of them. Before she can spend much thought on the matter, a gentle hand finds the top of her thigh. She hadn’t noticed Noah climbing onto the bed to sit next to her. His eyes are soft with that gentle tiredness that always takes over his being when they’re done.
He slumps down next to her on his back. When she looks over at him, she finds herself warming even more. She loves them both so much. Sometimes it washes over her like a tidal wave, this sudden realisation that she has these wonderful boys in her life. She loves them, and in return she is loved so thoroughly that it shakes her a little when she thinks about it too much.
Laurie wraps herself around him. The thump of his heart is heavy in her ear. Her fingers graze across the skin of his chest, along the length of his ribs, until the faint trace of a giggle falls from his lips. His hand finds her back, pulling her closer against him.
“Thank you for doing this.” his voice barely breaks through the silence around them.
“Was it good?” She asks softly, not lifting her head from where it is resting against his chest.
Noah’s hand curls around the side of her body, warm and comforting, “So much better than I could have imagined.”
“I’m glad.” she replies, “Nick will lose his mind, you know?”
A laugh rumbles through his chest, “I know. Might lose it too, I think.”
Laurie presses a kiss to his sternum “If you want me there I’ll be right by your side the entire time. Nick won’t ask anything from you that you’re not willing to give.”
“I want you there.” Noah says firmly.
Another kiss to the same spot, “Then I’ll be there. You lead the way. It’s all in your hands. If you need to stop, just let us know.”
They’re all around him. Noah to his left, Laurie on his right – just the way he likes it. Really, it doesn’t matter how they’re arranged, as long as he has them both by his side. He can’t ask for more, and he doesn’t want to. They’re all he needs. It’s been a little over six months since Noah became a part of them, and it still feels so impossibly right.
It feels as if Noah slowly thaws with every day that passes. He’s becoming more and more affectionate and open with his feelings, and Nick is genuinely happy to see him grow like that.
Nick turns his attention back to the show they’re watching. They’ve watched it plenty of times, so he doesn’t mind zoning out a little.
A hand – too large to be Laurie's – wanders up his side. He almost doesn’t want to look. Noah gets so painfully shy with his affection sometimes. When his hand dips beneath the fabric of his shirt, Nick’s breath instantly hitches a little. Noah’s fingers pulse against his skin, and for a brief second he thinks that they’re about to vanish again. To his surprise, they remain where they are. And even more surprising, lips come to meet the side of his neck. Laurie seems to be blissfully unaware of what is happening on the other side of the sofa.
Nick tries to keep his breathing steady. He doesn’t want to disrupt whatever Noah is up to, doesn’t want to jostle him more than necessary.
Noah does pull back a little when Laurie sits up. He remains close, but the soft brush of his lips suddenly disappears and Nick thinks that he’s never missed anything more.
She presses a kiss to Nick’s cheek before she pushes herself up onto her feet “I’ll be right back. Don’t get too busy without me.”
Nick barely registers her looping around the back of the sofa. She leans down next to Noah. Whatever she whispers to him has him huff out a breathy laugh. As soon as Laurie has left the room, Noah is back on him.
“What’s gotten into you?” Nick finds himself asking.
Noah retreats immediately. Nick doesn’t find the panic he’s seen so often on his face, instead he finds himself faced with an expression that so far has been reserved for Laurie. There’s a hunger, a deep set desire on his face and it takes Nick a moment too long to realise that it is directed at him.
“We don’t have to -” Noah says so softly.
It’s not the same shy tone he’s grown used to. This is different. He seems more sure of himself and Nick thinks that maybe this was what he had asked Laurie to help him with.
“Just curious about what you’re up to.”
His cheeks flush at that. He looks so gorgeous with his tousled hair and pink cheeks. Nick can’t help himself. He reaches up, carefully untangles some of the strands. His hand comes to the side of Noah’s face. He gently steers him to meet his lips. It always surprises him how they fit together, how Noah moulds himself against him so easily. Nick isn’t sure when he’s moved to straddle him, his hands find Noah’s waist nevertheless.
It feels different from the other times they’ve been together. He seems to have a set course of action and Nick lets himself be dragged along without a fight.
Noah is busy leaving what will surely be a wild array of bruises on his neck when Laurie returns to the living room. Nick feels barely cognisant enough to feel her hand drifting through his hair as she passes him on her way to the far end of the sofa. Noah’s hands return to his sides. The cool touch soothes his wired nerves a little.
Whatever calm had settled in him immediately dissipates again when Noah shifts himself onto the carpet in front of him. Nick has to force himself to calm his breathing before he looks at him again.
The look of wide-eyed pleasure he’s met with shoots right through him.
“Noah.” He sighs, almost in disbelief.
With the film long forgotten, Nick relinquishes himself to the hands roaming across his thighs. They find the waistband of his sweatpants, not tugging but gently drifting across the sliver of bare skin he finds there. It’s a silent question, he waits until it is asked out loud, though.
“Can I take these off?” he sounds just a little hesitant when he asks.
Suddenly, it is Nick who finds himself at a loss for words. He nods, maybe a little too desperate. Now that Noah is so close, so willing to share his affection, he can’t wait to feel all of it. He needs to feel Noah’s hands, his lips everywhere.
“Nick.” Laurie speaks from his left, “If you want him to use his words I’m going to need you to do the same.”
“Yes. Please.”
She looks from him to Noah almost expectantly.
“Good.” Noah says, sounding surprisingly firm, “Sit up.”
In a way, Nick is glad that they’re leading the way. He pushes his hips up, allowing Noah to pull his sweats and underwear down his waist and thighs. Noah pauses for a moment. The tip of his tongue flits across his bottom lip before he pulls it between his teeth. A moment later, he taps against the side of his calf. Nick lifts his leg, so that he can remove the garments entirely.
Nick doesn’t care enough to check where his clothes disappear to, not when he feels Noah’s hands drift up his legs again. His breath catches in his throat when a kiss is pressed to the inside of his knee. Slowly as can be, Noah works his way back up his thigh with the softest kisses. His focus drifts in and out the higher up Noah reaches. He’s so close to where Nick wants him, so desperately. His other hand brushes up along the inside of his thigh. The tips of his fingers dance across the top of his shaft. Nick lets his eyes fall shut as his hand wraps around him.
He sighs with the first stroke of his hand. It’s slow – torturous, even. His head drops against the back of the sofa. It takes him embarrassingly little to get fully hard. Maybe if he’d been a little more aware of the things around him, Nick would have noticed that Noah had long stopped lavishing kisses along the insides of his thighs. Maybe he would have noticed the silent exchange between his two darlings, or Laurie slipping down onto the carpet next to Noah.
“Go on, darling.” he hears the words so faintly in the back of his consciousness that they barely register, “You did so good for me. Why don’t you show our Nicky?”
A moment of silent passes before Nick feels the hesitant brush of a tongue against the head of his cock. His eyes shoot down immediately. The sight before him takes his breath away. Both of his loves in front of him like this wasn’t something he’d expected from this evening. He watches as Laurie leans close to Noah. Nick can’t tell what she whispers to him, but it seems to be enough to give him the confidence to wrap his lips around his head.
Nick can’t tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. He’s transfixed, spellbound as he watches Noah work his way down his cock. The younger takes his time with it, pulls back to give himself a break when he needs it. His hand remains wrapped around the parts he can’t reach yet. The rhythm he settles into is just enough to have Nick’s head reeling with it. He tries to keep his hands to himself, tries to let Noah stay in the rhythm he’s found, but his hands seem to have a mind of their own. Nick carefully pulls the loose strands of hair away from Noah’s face.
He looks up at Nick, eyes wide with pleasure, and Nick can’t stop the whine that falls from him.
“How does he feel, Nicky?” Laurie’s voice breaks through the fuzz in his head.
He finds her looking at him with that curiosity she always regards them with. Her lips are parted with bated breath, tongue dipping out to dart across her bottom lip.
“So good, god, he’s so good.” he manages to choke out between breathless sighs.
Noah moans around him, and he swears that he’s never heard him sound so lost in his own pleasure before. Nick can’t look any more. His head tips back again, eyes finding the overly expensive light fixture Laurie had insisted on. He has to think of anything but the boiling feeling in his belly.
Occasionally, it still feels a little clumsy, but the fact that Noah is doing this for him alone is enough to drive him closer and closer to the edge. He can faintly hear Laurie speaking, but the rushing of blood in his ears is too loud to let him understand any of the words.
His hand flexes where it’s still tangled into Noah’s hair, not to tear or to pull, but to ground himself in feeling. Nick isn’t sure how much more of this he can take. He’s long lost control of the moans that break free from his throat, and he barely manages to stop himself from bucking up into the warmth of Noah’s mouth.
“Don’t stop.” maybe he would have been embarrassed by how desperate he sounds, but Nick is far too close to the edge to worry about that.
Noah’s hand grips into his thigh as he presses closer, works even more of him into his mouth. It’s so familiar, but at the same time it feels so unlike Laurie.
He feels her crawl up the side of his body, before she curls against him. Her lips find the side of his neck in a soft kiss. She brings a hand to the side of his face to gently coax his head up again.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” she asks, her words sounding just as breathless as he feels.
Nick nods, perhaps a little too eagerly.
“Are you going to cum for him?”
“Please.”
“You hear that, darling, hear how badly he wants it?”
Another moan reverberates through his spine. Laurie manages to steer him towards Noah just as Nick feels himself fall. He can’t stop himself from tugging Noah just a little deeper onto his cock as he spills into his mouth. Noah works him through it so diligently. And he swears that he can feel him swallow.
Nick opens his eyes just in time to see Laurie lean down to kiss Noah. His vision swims with the sight of them and if he hadn’t just cum, that would be enough for him to do it again. Noah follows her up onto the sofa, wriggles his way between them. A second later, Nick is pulling him in for a desperate kiss. He doesn’t have the words to express how he feels at that moment, the kiss will have to do until he’s in control of his mind again.
“Was it good?” Noah asks when Nick releases him.
He sounds so awfully insecure, but Nick doesn’t miss the glint in his eyes.
“So good.” he pulls him in for another kiss, “You did so, so good for me. Thank you.”
“I told you he’d lose it.” Laurie presses herself against Noah’s back, “Want us to take care of you now?”
He’s never seen Noah blush so quickly. He shakes his head, looking almost a little ashamed.
“Oh honey.” she says with a soft sigh, “Did you?”
Noah nods, and only now does Nick notice the damp patch at the front of the other’s shorts.
“Did you like it so much?” Nick asks, finally having regained some kind of grasp on himself.
“Been thinking about it since – since Laurie helped me.”
He’ll have to ask more questions about that later, for now he’s content with knowing that he wasn’t the only one that enjoyed all of it.
Laurie quickly ushers the both of them up into the bathroom to get cleaned up. And when they fall into bed a while later, Nick finds himself sandwiched between his loves, and he’s never felt more at peace than he does at that moment.
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Hell Ain't So Bad - Masterlist
Then maybe Hell ain't so bad after all
Masterlist for Hell Ain't So Bad
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summary: Ellie is lost in the world, homeless and has been out of the world for so long in her mind she has no idea what to do and nowhere to go.. When the perfect opportunity falls into her lap, she doesn’t want to pass it up.. Turns out though, it might be a little bit stranger than she ever expected. Who would have thought that one day, she’d end up working in hell itself.. And what does this even mean?
chapters: ✨️ = smut
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve✨️ || Thirteen✨️ | Fourteen✨️ | Fifteen✨️ | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One |
Twenty-Two✨️ ||
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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