#bad omens fan fic

[badnoahmens]

You’re Mine

Noah Sebastian x Reader

3.6k words.

A/N: jealous Noah has me feeling strong feelings. Smutty shit so 18+ only. Wrote this instead of working on higher priority WIPs.

You twist the handle for the hot water off, steam being the only thing that filled the small shower around you now. After the long day you had, a nice, hot shower was the only thing that seemed to help take the edge off. With a sigh, you step from the warmth surrounding you, reaching for the towel and swiftly tucking in the side to preserve your modesty.

As you exit from the bathroom, you swipe meaninglessly through your phone, scrolling through photos posted from friends and the odd targeted advertisement. With a small ding a new notification graces the top of your screen. An old friend of yours, Patrick, that you had kept in touch with throughout the years, had recently reached out and was sending memes he thought you would like. Seeing as the two of you had similar jobs, they were mostly focused on that. Innocent enough, but it wasn’t worth looking at now.

Without taking much notice of your surroundings, you walk between the bathroom and into the kitchen in search of a snack to quell your cravings. Noah was leaning on the counter in the middle of the kitchen, elbows propping up with one hand curled into a fist under his chin, the other scrolling through something on his phone. His eyes were slightly glazed over, a side effect of the doom scrolling that he often fell into. You side-eye him as you walk past, pulling an unimpressed face as you responsibly reach for an apple.

The bite you take makes a loud crunch that is the only sound that breaks the silence in the room. The chewing that follows is equally as loud and disturbing, echoing as an irritating wet, mushy slurp. You kept your eyes on Noah as you took a second loud bite from the apple, knowing full well he loathes the sound.

Another scroll with his thumb flashes bright colours and fast-moving videos on his phone, still unaware of your presence.

A third bite of the apple, this one finally earning a reaction. His head slowly turns, pivoting on the hand that he still has balancing under his chin, his eyes landing on you as you take a fourth, menacingly slow and obnoxiously loud bite.

And then it is a stare-down. You refuse to let up, keeping a blank expression on your face as you grind down, meticulously masticating the organic surgery fruit. Noah squinted his eyes, knowing full well that it was your intention to bother him. He clicks his phone so the screen locks, and places it gently on the counter.

“Alright! That’s it!” he finally calls as you lift the apple, almost gone now, to your mouth dramatically slowly for another bite, although you never get to take it. Noah stands and strides over to you, snatching the apple from your hands, tossing it into the bin that sat in the corner of the room. It was immediately after that you were tossed over his shoulder, flailing in a panic. He turned on his heels and speed-walks to the bedroom. You bounced slightly as the pace he held wasn’t one that was all that graceful. He was laughing maniacally at your feeble attempts to squirm from his grasp. You would never tell him that you weren’t actually trying.

With a jostle and a thud, he dumps you on your back, the soft mattress bouncing below you. You fight playfully, trying your best to catch Noah’s fast and nimble hands as they darted in and out, tickling your sides. His smile is palpable, his hair wavering from side to side as he adjusts his plan of attack every time you twist and turn under him. He has his knees pinned by your sides, grey sweats and a black t-shirt lingering over you as his colourful, decorated arms and neck looked ever so enticing. You couldn't help but notice the way that his pants twitched as he continued to hold you pinned down on the bed.

In a sudden change of heart, his hands stop, grasping your wrists and holding them above your head in one of his hands. He drops his face so that it is an inch from yours. His breath wafted over your face and you smiled, glancing between his intense gaze and watching the way he licked his lips.

“How was your shower? Did it fix your bad day?” He asked. His head tilted to the side slightly. The question sounded innocent enough, right?

“I’m still a little tense,” you reply. And you were honest with your response. It was a long day. When you arrived home, your bags were quickly dumped on the floor by the door haphazardly, a huff leaving you in an attempt to exult some of the emotion that had pent up all day. Working with kids was difficult on a normal day, but there must have been something in the air today for them to be as wild as they were. Noah knew you were in a less-than-ideal mood. Bless his soul, he did try and help, but the best thing you could do was to wash the day away. Now, even after a shower, the aftereffects of a bad day were still lingering despite being only towel-clad underneath your boyfriend.

“Turn over” he motions with his head, releasing your hands from his vice grip allowing you to lay on your stomach instead. In the midst of this motion, he tweaks his fingers under the top of where your towel sat, tugging at the tuck that held it secure. You had a sharp inhale as the cold air hit your bare skin, still warm and slightly damp from your shower.

You heard Noah hum behind you and you glance over your shoulder back at him, but he doesn't see your face. Instead, his eyes are trailing down your body, pupils dilating when he sets his sight on your ass.

Noah was an ass man for sure. And he was obsessed with yours. He would always be so handsy with you, the odd playful slap here and there, tucking his hand into your back pocket to cop a feel when he probably shouldn't be, even his favourite sex positions were the ones where it was front and centre in his view.

You tucked your hands under your chin, still twisting so that you could see Noah in your peripherals. His hands started to glide over your back, down your sides, following the sweet contours of your body. Noah let out a low growl from deep within, but you’re certain he wasn’t aware of half the noises he was making; the deep breaths, slight gasps and quiet moans.

Using all of his restraint, Noah tears his gaze from your ass and lifts his body so that he is kneeling over you, hands now placed on your shoulders. He could still feel the tension in the knots that had built up over time, forming firm ridges across your shoulders and back. Tattooed digits started to knead into the tender muscles twisting under your skin. The pressure mixed with the slow circles made you close your eyes and let out an involuntary moan. Noah hummed and smiled to himself, knowing the power this had over you. You were such a sucker for massages, and could never deny having Noah;s hands all over your body.

He continued to try his best to break down the clusters of tension, twisting and rubbing at the bundles that had gathered over a long time. Your head would roll from one side to the other, allowing Noah to work into different areas and use different pressures to make some kind of difference. Noah would be lying if he said he didn’t love it too. Having his hands all over you? Making you feel good? Knowing full well that this often led to something far more exciting? Yes please.

It was at this moment, as you were about to be lost to Noah’s touch and oblivious to the world, when your phone dinged again. Lifting it up to your face, another notification from your old friend lit up the phone that was strewn carelessly on the bed next to you.

Noah’s hands stopped.

“Who’s Patrick’?” Noah asks, the slighted hint annoyance in this voice. You readjusted your position so you could see Noah’s face, his expression blank. You tried to wriggle so you could twist from under him, but his legs tensed and squeezed you so you were stuck, completely at his mercy.

“He’s an old friend. Has a similar job. Been sending me some memes about work. He sent me one earlier but I didn’t respond so he’s probably sending another” you answer.

“Sending you memes, huh? He does this often?” Noah’s leg muscles were still tense beside you as he sat back on his haunches, warm calloused hands now retreating from your body.

“I mean, a little bit. He reached out last week after he started a new job with someone I used to know.” You pause, Noah’s demeanour was changing before your very eyes. Now, he seemed a little standoffish.

Noah makes a “Hmff” noise in response.

“Noah?” He doesn’t respond. “Are you jealous?”

No response again.

“Noah” you call once more.

“You’re seriously moody because I have been talking to an old friend?” You prop your head up on your hands in an effort to get a better view of Noah. Although you could see his face, he had turned to look across the room beyond you, and he seemed perplexed.

“Fine. Don’t talk to me. That's totally fine” you say sarcastically, shifting underneath him to slip out from his legs still perched beside you. Before you could free yourself entirely, Noah leaves. He stands and crosses the room, disappearing into your walk-in robe. Sounds of shuffling items then follows.

You twist and sit up, pulling the towel back around you. Your gaze was down at trying to hitch the material back into a safe tuck as you ignored the kerfuffle Noah was making when he walked back into the room.

Just as you are satisfied with the towel adjustments, Noah’s hands are on you, pushing you back down onto the bed. He hovers over you again, but now his eyes were dark and his motions were very intentional.

You go to speak, but Noah shakes his head and stands again, holding a firm grip on your hips so that you swivel to a new angle, diagonal across the bed, and spinning so that you land back onto your stomach, just like before.

Your eyes glance up in front of you and you see what the commotion Noah was making before. A full body-length mirror was now sat up leaning against the wall, allowing for your reflection to stare right back at you. You look up at Noah through your eyelashes in the mirror, raising an eyebrow quizzically at you, trying to figure out the expression Noah has spread all over his face. That is, until it hits. It’s a look of desire.

He proceeds to crawl over you, leaning forward on closed fists so that they land on either side of your head before rising to be on his knees. Illustrated hands that contrast with the towel hitch around your hips, yanking them up fast and forcefully so that your knees fall under you, perching your ass high.

You couldn’t help but have a smirk plastered on your face; Noah on the other hand, still doing his best to hold a poker face. His gaze wanders down, allowing his hands to rub possessively over your cheeks under the fuzzy material. They dance lightly over your hips, then begin the trace lines on the insides of your thighs. You let out a high-pitched whimper as an automatic response. You had no control over what influence Noah had on your body, let alone when you were like this.

Noah’s eyes didn’t leave your face, so you teasingly leant back, pressing your skin closer to him. Your breath started to quicken, hitching in your throat when his nimble fingers flicked at the towel causing it to slip down, exposing your body once again. Noah struggled to keep his composure as he took the sights, expression faltering slightly and his hands moved to your folds immediately feeling the warm wetness on his fingertips.

Your eyes slipped closed, relishing in the lightest of touches that Noah was gracing you with, that was until one hand came down with a hard slap on your ass, and the fingers teasing you were gone.

Your eyes shoot open and your body jolts in reaction, except Noah clamps his hands on your hips and pulls you back closer to him.

“Keep them open” he growls, and you watch the way his mouth twitches as his fingers return to your folds, one hand grabbing a handful of the tender skin of your ass cheek perched up in his direction. You lock eyes in the mirror. “I want you to see who’s you are,” he continued.

Slowly, one finger glides into your pussy. It might not be enough, but it’s something. You rock back in the slightest way, and Noah’s grip tightens on your ass. He gives you a warning glance, before his eyes move to his digit disappearing into your folds. It curls up inside you, like he was beckoning you to come closer. The caressing on your inside walls slowly pumps out, and then in again. A rhythm started to build and he added a second finger.

Starting to feel more full, your eyes begin to close, but you remember the demands before they fully shut. Instead, you peer through half-closed slits and admire the way Noah’s hips were starting to grind against you. There was a mound growing in his pants, grazing against your inner thigh, telling you that he is loving this.

“Does that feel good?” He murmurs from behind you, and his eyes are back on yours in the mirror. You nod and hum in response, sliding a hand back behind you to reach for Noah. He takes your hand, grasps it firmly, and places it on your back. It’s feels unnatural, but not unformatabme. Your fingers intertwine as acts almost like an anchor. For you? For Noah? You’re not sure, maybe even both of you.

“Say my name” he demands.

“N….” You start, and he flicks his wrist, stopping any ability to control your voice. Instead, a moan escapes.

“What was that?” He whispers, twisting his fingers again in the same motion.

“Nooaaahhhhh…” the end of his name escapes your mouth as a sigh, as though it could have very well been your last breath.

Noah’s fingers disappear from inside you, slipping out and bringing with it some of the wetness that is all but dripping from your pussy.

“What do you want?” He asks. But you can’t speak. The emptiness turns into an ache. All you can do is stare at him in the mirror and watch as he slides his fingers into his mouth, letting drips of your own liquids run down his chin. His eyes are blown wide and dark with desire, and he notices the way your legs twitch closer when his tongue graces the space between his two fingers, curling up to clean them of any remnants of you on them.

“I- I want you” you are able to stammer out between the heavy breaths.

He grins a devilish grin and shifts his weight, struggling to jam down his sweats to his thighs with one hand, ignoring his own wet patch of precum that had soaked through the front of them. His hand then lands on the outside of your thigh, in the crease where it meets your hip, as he steadies himself. You can feel the tip of his cock nudge at your entrance, and then he pauses.

His dark eyes are locked in on yours, looking through his eyelashes, and moving his eyes, slowly rocks his hips forward. The pressure is achingly slow. He is teasing you. Letting you know that he is in control here.

Your free hand grasps at fbe sheets below you, trying in some way to let out the tension that is building. The other hand still intertwined with Noah’s behind you tightens in grip. He gives his own squeeze back, almost as a reassurance. Your mouth falls open and eyebrows twist, anticipation causing you to be entirely out of control if your own body movements. You feel him inside, yet it’s the lack of rhythmic motion that is missing.

Your hips buck forward involuntarily, something deep within you just pleading for more friction between you and Noah, and he picks up on it. He begins to drag his cock out of you, placing his free hand on the inside of your thigh, tapping it with grace as though to say ‘open more’. You do as you’re told, shifting the weight to one leg and the other swings out to make a wide gap between your legs. Noah doesn’t hesitate after that.

His shaft is hammering back into you. In and out like a jackhammer. The fingers of his free hand now sitting dangerously and teasingly close to the tight ring of muscle that sat between your asscheecks. You look at his face in the mirror; a sheen of sweat building over his face after only a minute of fucking, his brows furrowed as he stares intently at the work he is doing on your behind. Nails dig into the tender flesh of your derriere as Noah tilts his head back.

You feel the white hot glow begin to burn inside you. Noah is not taking any chances tonight, his hand leaving yours on your back to tangle with the mess of hair on your head. It was already knotted, but Noah intertwined his fingers with it, tugging with little force to bring your chin up.

Your legs were shaking at this point, and it could have been from the pleasure or the absolute hammering they were receiving. There was a growl from Noah which drowned out the hum of the tv from the other room, but you couldn’t tell what he actually said. The skin on skin slapping sounding even sloppier by the second. He was getting close, he was starting to fumble over his rhythm, but he could see that you just weren’t as close to your release as he was.

His hand leaves the tangle of your messy hair, keeping his eye contact in the mirror, and lands on the underside of your belly. You can feel him pull towards him, another silent instruction. Pushing on your arms, you felt weak. They shivered underneath you and you rose to your elbows, then up on your palms.

“More. Against me” Noah hums through a tight jaw. The pounding from behind you was starting to slow and you knew he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

With the right shift of weight, you right yourself on your knees, feeling the sweaty, warm sensation of Noah’s heaving body on your back. His arm wrapped around your chest, settling with an open palm grasping needily at your breast. He grabbed, twisted and pinched at your nipple, caressing what he could as he tried his best to focus on bringing you closer. And boy, was it working.

The new position gave you a full frontal view of what state you were in. The mirror was a portal to a world of pleasure and sex, and the only ones who lived there were you and Noah. Nothing else around you mattered. Nothing else around you even existed in this moment.

Your eyes clamp shut as the build of your orgasm was teetering at the edge, threatening to unfurl and throw sensations through your body that only Noah could achieve. There was a tightening around your neck, and as your eyes open, he land on Noah’s is tense stare from behind you.

“I said keep them open” he demanded. “I want you to watch you cum. Watch what I can do to you.”

All you can do is nod. He was never this dominant, but he must have been really ticked off. He had a point to prove, and he was delaying his own paradise just to make it know.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours” you whisper.

The hammering of his cock inside you, slamming deep inside of you, paired with the hand that had just dropped to your clit was the magic that brought your orgasm to its peak. There was a flood of heat that washed through you. If it wasn’t for Noah’s arms, you would have collapsed right there in front of him. Your body jerked involuntarily as Noah let you ride out the electricity. His eyes were on your face, watching as you cried out with his name, hands desperately grabbing at his arm twisted around you.

His muscles flexed as he held you up, knowing that you needed him to stay this close, but he couldn’t help but give up the fight of holding back his own orgasm. With a wet jerk of his hips, he slipped from you just in time to let the streams of hot white cum leave him, landing on the lower part of your back. You fall forward, landing with your arms by your face, and let Noah release onto you. You watch as his own eyes close, failing to follow his own rules, and then collapses beside you.

It was minutes before either of you even got your breaths back into a regular pattern. You watch Noah lay on his back, his palm resting on his forehead, and a sex-drunk smile on his face. He turns to look at you, letting out a low chuckle.

“I’d like to see Patrick’s memes beat that.”

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[roycevelvet]

Tangled hearts

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: I have nothing interesting to say, I was listening to 'Heather' lol + i was thinking about Sons Of Anarchy Jax while writing this, pls keep that in mind x

You were walking next to Noah to your local pub, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you like a whirlpool. You'd been best friends with Noah for as long as you can remember, sharing laughs, tears, heartbreak, happiness and everything in between. But there was this secret, this feeling you kept hidden deep down—a kind of love that felt too risky to admit, scared it might ruin your friendship.

As you arrived at your local pub, the familiar sights and sounds washed over you as you settled in your usual spot. Noah plopped down beside you, his smile lighting up the room. It was a routine, almost, Noah snagging the seat next to you without fail. If he didn't, well, he'd sulk like a kid missing their favorite toy.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Noah asked, his eyes sparkling as he leaned in closer.

"I was thinking we could start with a game of pool," you suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," he replied, his tone light and playful. "But you know I'm going to beat you at pool, right?"

You laughed. “We'll see about that," you teased, your heart swelling with love for your best friend. "Besides, if you beat me, I might have to find a handsome stranger to console me."

There was a pause, a flicker in Noah's eyes that caught your attention. His smile wavered, his gaze shifting.

"Really?" Noah's asked, arching his brow.

You shrugged. "Who knows?" you said with a playful wink. "I might just sweep some unsuspecting guy off his feet with my killer pool skills."

Noah's expression darkened. “Mh, okay.” he muttered.

You furrowed your brow, caught off guard by the sudden change in Noah's demeanor. "Are you okay?" you asked, concern coloring your tone.

Noah forced a smile, avoiding your gaze. "Yeah, I'm fine," he insisted, his tone not quite convincing. 

Lost in your thoughts, you attempted to immerse yourself in conversation with your other friends, hoping to distract yourself. But then, like a sudden gust of wind disrupting the peace, the door swung open almost with a theatrical flair, like those damn Hollywood movies, and just the most beautiful girl stepped inside.

Your heart skipped a beat as she made her way across the room, her presence along drawing the attention of everyone around her. Your gaze followed her, unable to tear away as she approached Noah, her smile as bright as the stars.

And then, like a dagger to your heart, Noah turned towards you and the rest of your group, his eyes lit up with genuine joy. "I want you to meet someone special," he said, his voice filled with excitement.

"This is Heather," he introduced, his gaze never leaving your face. "My girlfriend."

The words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, suffocating you with their weight. You forced a smile, your heart breaking with each syllable that escaped Noah's lips. Who the fuck is she and where did she came from? Since when has Noah a girlfriend?

"It's lovely to meet you, Heather," you said with the sweetest smile.

Heather smiled warmly. "Likewise! Noah's told me so much about you," she said, her voice a gentle melody in the chaos of your thoughts.

As Noah and Heather chatted with the others, you felt yourself drifting further away.

Nicholas squeezed your hand, his silent support a lifeline. "Are you okay?" he whispered.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” you whispered back as casually as you could sound.

You watched as Noah and Heather sat down hand in hand, unable to suppress the ache in your heart.

—

Feeling overwhelmed, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, Juno, your best friend, offering to come with you. As soon as the door closed behind you, the tears just came streaming down, and you collapsed against the wall, also like a fucking Hollywood movie.

Juno wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight as you sobbed. Juno knew about your feelings towards Noah.

"I don't know what to do, Juno," you whispered between sobs. "Noah, he... he's always so flirty with me, always acting strange when I mention other guys, always so touchy and needy and then he pulls this stunt? Since when is he dating a girl named Heather?”

Juno's grip tightened around you, her own confusion evident in her silence for a moment. "I wish I had the answers for you, Y/N," she finally said. "But I don’t, I’m sorry, men are trash."

Her unexpected comment caught you off guard, and despite feeling heavy, a little laugh came out. It was a moment of relief in the middle of all the chaos.

You nodded, tears still running down your face. Despite feeling sad and insecure because Heather was the most stunning girl you’ve had ever seen, you knew you had to act tough.

Standing up straight, you wiped away your tears. "No man is going to make me cry today," you declared. "I'm not going to let Noah ruin my night. I'm here to have fun, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

—

As the night rolled on and the drinks kept coming, you did your best to ignore Noah and Heather. But for some reason, Heather seemed dead set on getting to know you, constantly interrupting your conversations with her silly questions. You just wished she'd leave you alone with her pretty eyes, perfect nose, and flawless skin.

Despite your efforts to be friendly, you kept your interactions with her short. Not really in the mood to mingle with her, even though nothing was her fault actually. It’s not like she had any say in how God chose her to be his favourite. You asked Noah to play a game of pool, but suddenly he wasn't interested anymore, only eyes for Heather. So, you did what you knew best: flee the situation and find that handsome stranger to console you.

If Noah could bring along his girlfriend, you figured you could find some fun for the night too, right?

Juno was by your side, the ultimate wing woman. It being a Friday night, the pub was crowded with people. It didn't take long for Juno and you to approach a couple of guys for a game of pool. You played the part of a clueless girl, pretending you didn't know how to play, so the tall, blonde haired stranger would offer his help, just like in the movies, again. 

As you engaged in the game, bantering back and forth, the tension between you and the stranger grew stronger. With a playful smirk, he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with yours. "You know, for someone who claims not to know how to play, you're doing pretty well," he smiled.

You chuckled softly, feeling a flutter in your chest. "Beginner's luck, I suppose," you replied. "But who knows, maybe you could teach me a thing or two?"

A spark of interest igniting in his eyes. "I'd be happy to give you a few pointers," he said flirty. "But only if you promise to give me a chance to win you over with more than just pool skills."

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, in that case, consider me intrigued," you said, a smile playing at your lips. "Lead the way, pool master."

“I am Jax by the way” he said as he flashed a smile. “Y/N, nice to meet you.”

—

Noah watched as you interacted with that douche, sharing laughs and exchanging glances, and couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. His discontent grew more apparent by the minute. 

Finally, unable to contain his annoyance any longer, Noah started bitching to Nicholas. "Can you believe Y/N right now?" he asked sharply. "She's completely ignoring me for that guy. It's like she doesn't even care that I'm here. I mean us, I thought it was a friends night out.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow, looking at Noah with a hint of amusement. "Maybe she's just having fun," he suggested.

But Noah shook his head, his frustration evident. "It's not just that," he continued, growing more agitated. "That guy she's with, he's not good enough for her. And he clearly doesn't have a clue what she wants.”

“And you know what Y/N wants? Are you’re the Y/N expert?” he laughs.

Without hesitation, Noah replied firmly, "Yes, of course I do. And it's not that guy." His tone left no room for doubt.

Nicholas listened carefully as Noah complained further. "Are you jealous?" Nicholas asked, even though he already knew the answer.

Noah's expression darkened, his jaw tensing as he struggled to contain his emotions. "Why would I be jealous?" he replied defensively. "I've got Heather, remember?"

But Nicholas could tell that Noah wasn't being completely honest. It was clear that Noah's true feelings for you were far more complicated than he was willing to admit.

—

As you chatted with Jax during the game, seeing Noah and Heather being all lovey-dovey in the corner made you feel a bit jealous, well this was maybe an understatement. They looked so cozy together, like they belonged with each other. It made you want to puke, want to pull your hair out but it also made you wish you were Heather as well. You just wanted to smash her pretty, little face into a wall. So, yeah, you were only a bit jealous.

"So, how did you end up here tonight?" Jax asked, flashing you a friendly smile as he lined up his shot.

“Nothing special, just hanging out with some friends.” You replied nonchalantly.

Jax chuckled, leaning against the pool table. "Same here. Thought I'd come out and see what the night had in store. And I must say, meeting someone as intriguing as you was definitely unexpected."

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his compliment. "Flattery will get you everywhere," you teased, taking your turn at the pool table.

As the game continued, the conversation flowed effortlessly between you and Jax. But you couldn't stop thinking about Noah and Heather. Feeling jealous like that was weird for you, and it made you feel like like you weren’t good enough.

But before you knew it, the game had ended, but the tension between you and Jax grew strong. With a shy smile, you found yourself blurting out, "Do you maybe want to go for some fresh air?”

You knew you were acting out of spite and jealousy, but Jax was a cute guy, so no harm, right?

Jax's eyes lit up with excitement, mirroring your own. "I'd love to," he replied eagerly. "Lead the way." mimicking your words from earlier.

You motioned for Juno, to let her know you were okay as you and Jax made your way out of the bustling pub.

—

Meanwhile, Noah's mood was shifting from bad to worse as he watched you leaving with Jax. His face turned red with anger, and he clenched his fists, fuming silently. Nicholas noticed Noah's frustration and tried to calm him down.

“Are you okay, man?” Nicholas asked.

Noah waved him off, trying to play it cool. "It's nothing, just being protective, you know? Y/N's my best friend, and I just want to make sure she's okay," he said, but his words rang hollow, even to himself.

And to make matters worse, Heather was up his ass as well now. Heather, who had been observing the situation all night, couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. She wasn't a fool. Noah was always talking about you. About how funny you were, how kind you were, even how beautiful you were. That's why Heather wanted to get to know you tonight, to scout the competition.

"Noah, ever since Y/N went to talk with that guy, you've been acting weird," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance.

Noah's facade cracked, his frustration boiling over. "Why are you acting jealous all of a sudden? Y/N’s just my best friend," he snapped.

Heather's eyes widened in shock, hurt flashing across her face. "Excuse me?" her voice rising in anger. “I’m the one acting jealous? You're the one with a girlfriend, yet you're acting like a possessive boyfriend over another girl. Maybe you should figure out what you really want before pointing fingers at me!”

"No, no, it's not like that," Noah tried to backtrack, but his words only seemed to further fuel Heather's anger.

"What do you mean it's not like that? It’s exactly like that!” Heather yelled, her voice sharp with frustration.

Heather stood up in a hurry, grabbing her jacket from the chair. "Call me when you made up your mind about what you want, I don't have time for this." she said firmly before storming out of the pub. 

Noah watched her go, his jaw clenched in stubborn silence. He made no move to follow her, his gaze followin her to the door where he spotted you standing outside. The sight of you and the stranger chatting outside only seemed to add fuel to the fire of Noah's already simmering emotions. A mixture of jealousy and frustration swirling within him. 

He didn't know what to do, so he just stayed where he was. He didn't chase after Heather, and he didn't approach you either. He just stood there, watching, feeling lost.

To be continued.

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Pairing: Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson x reader

Word Count: 863 Cross posted Wattpad

cw / tags: smut, breeding kink

18 + MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Authors note: Alrighty I’ve decided to finally start posting my fanfics I have always wrote them just for me but never posted any publicly and decided to finally just bite the bullet and go for it. I am gonna apologize in advanced I’m not very skilled my grammar and spelling may be slacking but desperate times come desperate measures. There is simply not enough bad omens fanfics especially not about Jolly, Nicholas and Folio so that’s what I’m gonna shoot mainly for. Noah gets enough attention as it is so now it’s the rest of the bands turn. That being said if you have any suggestions or ideas DM me or put it in my ask and I’ll do what I can to write for you 🖤 I am still down to write about Noah I’d just really prefer the other three especially Joakim because he is the love of my life even if he doesn’t know it yet 😅

I love criticism. Tell me what you like and what you don’t. Feel free to drop suggestions. Just bare with me I will eventually get the hang of this lol.

P. S. I suck at titles so I apologize I’m advanced for that

Joakim had managed to seduce you into bed for the 3rd time today already having made you cum once with his mouth and once with his fingers before whisking you off to the bedroom yet again. 

He practically throws you back onto on the bed before quickly stripping out of clothes and climbing on top of you kissing you hungrily. He takes his time marking you covering your breasts in hickies before roughly pinning your arms above your head and forcing your legs apart. 

He grabs his shaft and roughly slides his tip up and down your folds teasing your clit with it covering himself in your slick arousal. You were already so sensitive it almost hurt. Your entire body shuddered in response to his cruelty. You can't help but try to grind your hips against him desperate for some relief. 

"Ah...fuck Joakim please" you cry out "Just fuck me already!"

"Such a needy girl aren't you baby" he chuckles lining himself up with your entrance before slowly sinking into you bottoming himself out. He stills deep inside you giving you a moment to adjust to the familiar sting of his size. He leans down and kisses you sweetly before slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of your soaked cunt. He roughly slams his cock back into you making you yelp into his kiss bringing tears to your eyes from the oversensitivity. 

He can feel you clenching around him quickly building up to your third orgasm of the evening and knows you won't last much longer. He also knows the second he feels you spasm around him releasing yourself all over him he will instantly be a goner too.

"Where do you want me to cum pretty girl?" He rasps hot breath tickling your neck  "do you want me to fill you up? Put a baby in you?" he teases 

His words cause you involuntarily clench harder around his throbbing cock. Joakim notices, smiling deviously down at you as he continues thrusting roughly in and out of you. 

" I see, I see" he chuckles darkly "you love the idea of me filling you up don't you Princess?" 

His words alone are making your head spin your third orgasm growing closer and closer with every passing second. He thrusts deeper, and faster than you thought possible his massive cock brushing against your cervix with each stroke pushing you closer and closer to coming completely undone around him. 

"You want me to fuck a baby into you don't you Raring? You love the idea of being round with MY baby" you moan in response and he shakes his head clicking his tongue at you before brushing your hair off of your sweat slick forehead and tucking it behind your ear

"Use your words baby. Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want from me" he coos using his thumb to lightly circle your clit, teasing you just enough to leave you whimpering and begging for more.

"Please, please Daddy use me" you begged looking into his eyes struggling to get the words out between feverish moans  "I need you to fill me I wanna feel you " 

His eyes darken. He grips your hips so tightly you are certain there will be bruises tomorrow. He thrusts into you with such force it causes the bed frame to slam against the wall with each stroke. 

"I know you're close baby, let go cum for me" he groans and that was all it took to send you toppling over the edge. You screamed out his name clawing at his forearms as he continued to hold you still and thrust into you with all his might. A few seconds later he spills into you filling you with his warm cum. He collapses on top of you sweaty and out of breath. You both lay in silence trying to catch your breaths as you feel him soften still inside you. You absentmindedly play with his hair brushing it out of his face while rubbing his upper back. 

After a few more minutes of cuddles he finally pulls himself off of you, both of you wincing as he pulls out. You attempt to get up to clean yourself but he pushes you back down hovering above you. 

"Nope. uh uh I was serious y/n" 

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion 

"I am giving you a baby. You are gonna lay your ass down and stay there filled with my cum. You better get used to it because it's gonna be a daily occurrence until I finally make you a mom" he says 

"I'd like that" you smile up at him "for the record I think you would be an amazing daddy" 

He smiles and leans down kissing your forehead, then your belly then your lips before climbing out of bed and cleaning himself up. He throws on a pair of joggers and gently helps you a pull on a pair of panties and his t shirt careful not to spill any of his seed before turning on a movie and pulling you into his chest where you doze off dreaming of your future family

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The Best Kind of Danger Pt 5

His body pressed hard against hers, where nothing could come between them made her feel the safest she'd ever felt. The horrible moments of rejection that shrouded her past mean nothing now that she was in the arms of the man who truly wanted her for her. The past no longer hurt. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe, and let nothing come between them. He didn't care that she was inexperienced. That only meant her body would learn to fit him so well and nothing made him want her more than knowing she was entirely his; finally. Separately, they were weaker; facing the world around them was harder. But together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and trying to tear them apart would prove to be impossible. 

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"Sounds like you and Cassie made up last night. Everything good between you two now?"

Noah nudged Folio in the shoulder while he poured himself a cup of coffee. Folio grinned sheepishly, stirring the hot liquid around. 

"Yeah, uh sorry about that. She wanted to be quiet, she tried to, but I wouldn't let her."

Noah stuck out his bottom lip, shaking his head.  

"No apology needed. It wasn't that loud. I barely heard it."

"What the fuck ever dude. Y'all were loud as shit last night," Matt laughed, taking out his first Celcius of the day from the fridge. 

'Hey, look, don't say anything about it around Cassie, please. Last night was kind of a big deal for her, and I'm not sure how she's gonna feel about it now that she's had some time to process it."

"What do mean -kind of a big deal-? It's not like you two haven't had sex before." 

Noah and Folio's eyes both widened as they looked over at Matt. Matt raised an eyebrow, cracking his can open.

"I don't mean together, shit, I mean separately, before you know," tirling a finger in the air at Folio, "you two."  

Nick's eyes shifted to the floor. "Well, I have," he paused.

There was an awkward silence for a minute.

"No fucking way Folio. Cassie's a virgin?" Noah's mouth fell wide open, completely shocked.

"Well, not anymore she isn't," Matt stated, taking a long sip from his can." Noah slapped him in the chest, causing him to choke and almost spit out his drink.

"Shhhh, come on guys, this is serious," Folio pleaded, while Matt continued to cough, trying to catch his breath. "I don't want Cassie feeling uncomfortable if she's not already. Just please, don't say anything to her, okay?" 

Noah nodded, immediately agreeing. "I honestly never would've thought she was a virgin. Dang. And she chose you, huh?" 

Folio shrugged his shoulders. "There's a lot more to it, but yeah. It was her choice." 

"I'm happy for you man," Noah smiled, patting Nick on the back. "So does this mean you two are a thing? Like together?" Folio nodded, his head bobbing up and down rather quickly as his face lit up with a bright smile Noah smiled again too.

"Speaking of," Matt pointed out, nodding behind Folio. He turned around just in time to see Cassie come bouncing down the stairs, slowing down the instant her eyes landed on him. 

She smiled the biggest smile, looking down at Folio looking up at her. Her heart was racing with excitement and all she wanted to do was run and jump in his arms, wrap herself entirely around him, and smother him in kisses. But she wasn't sure if he'd said anything yet to any of the guys and didn't want to overstep or embarrass Nick. 

Images of last night flooded Folio's mind when Cassie walked into the kitchen. He felt himself already growing hard and quickly adjusted himself behind the counter, thankful it was there to cover for him.

"Hey," she smiled at him. 

"Hey," he replied, taking a few steps toward her. Cassie smelled amazing, the scent of her body spray and body wash resinating off her clean body. It was a little discouraging to him that she'd already washed away his traces from off her skin, but now that things were as they were, he knew his chances of fucking her filthy again were highly likely.

Cassie's body screamed when Folio's lips found hers, making her clean red panties already wet. She held in the moan that was dying to escape the second his tongue brushed her bottom lip. 

"You taste like mint," he grinned, liking his lips when they parted. Cassie was looking at him, eyes wide with surprise. 

"What?" He gave her a simple smile.

"Nothing," shaking her head slightly. She tried to hide the way her lips were curling in the corners of her mouth.

"Hey, come here," Folio said, reaching out and taking her hands, pulling her closer to him. 

"They know," he whispered in her ear and then kissed her temple. 

"And I don't care if anyone has a problem with us. You're mine." 

Watching her reaction and loving what he saw, Folio lifted Cassie's face to his and kissed her lips. "I'm yours," kissing her cheek. "We're an us. That's that," kissing her forehead and then wrapping her up in his arms and holding her close. Cassie smiled against his chest as last night played on repeat deep inside her mind.

"Are you comfortable?" 

Cassie nodded, shifting slightly beneath him. 

"Do you want me to remove my shorts?" Folio lay on his side with their legs intertwined, debating in his head what he should do next. Cassie looked at him, puzzled causing Nick to release a soft, nervous chuckle.

"I mean, how? Do you want me to stand up and take them off or would you rather I just slip them off right here?"

A sheepish grin curved her mouth.  

"Maybe it's my turn to see you now?"

He kissed her nose and then her lips, agreeing.

Reluctantly sliding off of her, he stood up and with one swift move, removed his swim trunks entirely, kicking them to the side.

Cassie took in the scene before her eyes as they drifted over Nick's body. His skin was perfectly tanned and so smooth. He was muscular and toned in all the right places, not for fitness but for strength and his tattoos, some she didn't even know he had, were vibrant and stunning. She longed to touch them; to trace every line of each one and feel him beneath her fingertips. He was beautiful.

A slight smile crept across Folio's face. Cassie's fixed stare on him was magnetic, pulling him willing back to her. Slowly climbing back onto the bed, he spread her legs apart again, making room for himself. His eyes glanced over her entrance, and Cassie caught the subtle smile that came and went. 

The thought that he was going to be the first man to enter her, to feel her tight walls squeeze around him until he made them collapse made Folio a little light-headed. He was about to take the most important thing a girl could give to a guy and the fact that Cassie chose him was unreal. 

Looking into her soft hazel eyes and seeing them burn with desire made his cock twitch. Faintly, he grunted, pressing himself hard against her folds, exhaling in comfort once she relaxed and her legs went limp around him. 

"This feels unreal," he confessed. His lips were pressed tight against her neck, his favorite spot on her, nibbling on her pulse point. 

"It does, doesn't it," she agreed. 

Her breasts were flush against his chest, the quiet beating of her heart resonating in his body as he sniffed her neck and behind her ears, breathing in her perfect scent, before kissing her nose, her cheek, and then her lips again.

Their eyes met and a silent moment passed between them. There was no need for talk, no need for any noise. Just the silence that swallowed them, bringing them closer together. 

"I love the way you look at me," Folio confessed, eyes darting back and forth between hers. Cassie grinned, running her nails gently over the skin of his back and sides. "The way you look every time you see me," kissing the end of her nose again, "the way you look when I touch you," running his fingers over sex and up her slit. 

Cassie sucked in a quick breath, lifting a little and bringing her chest closer to Folio's mouth. He saw that as the perfect opportunity to take them into his mouth and so he did, running his tongue over her nipples and massaging their soft, tender flesh with one hand. A sweet moan slipped from her lips. 

"Goddamn that sound coming from that pretty little mouth of yours is going to drive me off the edge, baby," he confessed against her breast. He nipped her nipple, causing her to squeal.

"Take me with you then," Cassie replied. Folio looked up at her, that sudden sparkle in her eye making her look so cute, and huffed a slight laugh, before going back to working her breasts. Cassie sighed, sinking into the bed sheets.

"Tell me, how do I look at you, Nick?"

With her eyes closed, she ran her hands through Folio's hair repeatedly. Eventually, he brought his face back up to hers and their eyes found each other's, making Cassie's heart race again. How he could do that she'd never know, but every time Nick looked at her, it made her insides flutter like butterflies. Maybe that's what he meant.

Nick took a deep breath 

"You look at me like you love me; as if you care deeply about me. No other girl has ever done that."

Cassie's heart skipped a beat. She smiled warmly at him.

"Really?" she asked, cocking her head a little.

Folio nodded slowly, caressing the side of her thigh and around to her ass, pulling her pussy harder into his cock. He wanted to fuck her so bad. 

Cassie pulled Nick's face down to kiss him, sliding her tongue inside his mouth and letting out a quiet moan as she tasted him. He pushed his hardness against her tender core making her gasp as a delightful look drifted over her face.

"Maybe I do."

"Maybe?" He cocked an eyebrow.

Cassie nodded. "Do you think I'd be beneath you right now if I didn't?"

"Hmm good point," Folio chuckled, planting his lips firmly on her's again. He very slowly began to move against her sex, rocking back and forth and pushing in harder each time. Her fingers tightened on his back as their kiss quickly became heated.

"Ughh, Nick," Cassie breathlessly moaned, tilting her head back a little further, and closing her eyes. 

"You like me teasing you, baby," he asked, enjoying the view.

 "Mmmhmm," she nodded quickly.

 He kissed her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, Nick saw the slight apprehension in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Are you still okay with this? If you want me to stop, just tell me and I'll stop," he insisted, about to move off her and give her some space, but Cassie reached for him and pulled him back into her. 

"Don't leave me," she pleaded, suddenly feeling awkward.

"I just thinking," she hesitated, lowering her eyes and focusing on Nick's chest tattoo. 

The eagle was huge. Its wings stretched across one collarbone to the other and took up his entire chest cavity with the head and body resting at the bottom. The tail and feet that gripped the trout traveled further down, stopping only a few inches above his belly button, and expanded across to the bottom of each rib. Her fingers traced every line until Folio stopped them, bringing them to his lips.

"You just thought what?" 

"Are you stalling?"

His forehead creased. Folio wasn't following.

"I was thinking maybe you don't want to do this. Or is it me? Am I overthinking too much?"

He huffed a laugh, letting his head hang down. 

"Is that what's got your pretty little mind all riled up? You think I don't want to have sex with you anymore because maybe I got enough satisfaction watching you cum all over my fingers?"

Cassie swallowed hard, clenching her thighs together.

"Something like that, yeah; maybe."

"You're unbelievable, you know that? I wish I knew what makes you think about the things you do sometimes."

Cassie shrugged her shoulders.

"You're crazy Cassie," he stated, sitting back on his knees and running his hands down her chest, over her breasts, down her stomach, and stopping right where he was straddling her leg; just above her pelvic area. Cassie's breath hitched in between her giggles. Nick slowly touched her, and with his thumb, began to slowly make small circles on her clit. Cassie whimpered, sitting up on her elbows to watch him.

"I want to have sex with you, Cassie," Folio began, scooting a little further down, keeping his eyes on hers. "I want to make you feel so fucking good that you cry tears of ecstasy."

He lowered his face closer to her heated sex, continuing eye contact. "But, I want it to be at your pace; not mine. I want you to feel safe and I want you to know that I've got all the time you need; I'm not going anywhere." 

He gently licked her clit, flicking it with his tongue, and caused her body to fall back against the sheets and arch up. 

"Shit, Nick!" she cried, fisting his damp hair. He smiled against her skin kissing the tender flesh a little lower than where he started. Cassie moaned, tugging his hair. 

"You've never been," his eyes drifted between her legs then back to hers. 

She shook her head, giving him a firm "no". Folio's lips widened into his beautiful smile, easing Cassie's worries.

"Oh shit," he said, licking his lips. His mouth watered at just the thought of him being her first.

"You know what I want to do right?" He needed to be sure Cassie was aware of everything that was going on so that she didn't feel or think the wrong things later on. 

"Maybe," she whispered with a coy smile, biting the side of her thumb. "But why don't you tell me anyway," 

Folio ground his teeth together and squeezed her knees. She was playing a dangerous game with him. He was trying to be gentle with her, but at this point now, all he wanted to do was flip her over and take her at his hungry pace.

"I want to eat you." His voice was deep and low, making Cassie's stomach muscles tighten as soon as he pushed her legs apart with some force. "I want to make you cum in my mouth." When his eyes gazed over her glistening pussy that was already wet just for him, hearing a soft whimper fall from her lips. 

His hands planted themselves on her breasts again, fingertips squeezing each nipple and making them hard and perky; just the way he liked them. Then he brought his mouth to each one, taking his time to suck and lick them until he was sure they were numb. The sounds that fell from Cassie's mouth made the precum ease out of his throbbing hard cock, instructing him to reach down and pump it a few times.   

"Okay," Cassie said, biting her lip and nodding. "Okay, Nick. Do what," but her words faltered when she looked down at Nick and watched his mouth and tongue work her nipples effortlessly. If they could do that to her breasts then she could only imagine what they could do between her legs.

Folio didn't waste any time. He slid down to her sex, spreading her legs open a little more while gently running his finger down her folds. Glancing back up at her, he watched Cassie's head fall back against the pillow. He prodded her entrance with the tip of his finger, causing her to squirm and give him a slight little whine. Then lifting her leg and resting it on his shoulder, Folio pulled her down closer to his mouth, and dove in without hesitation. 

The second his tongue landed on her warm pussy and began to move, Cassie thought she would explode. She lost her composure, letting the cries and moans escape without thinking anything about it. Nick's mouth on her, his tongue deep inside her, made her entire world spin faster, and the heat pooling in her lower back told her she didn't have much longer before her second orgasm was about to rip through her.

He pushed further into her sucking and working his face against her sensitive clit and Cassie couldn't resist the urge to shamelessly grind against his face. Folio's moans and soft mumbles that gave away his own pleasure, vibrated against her opening as he dove his tongue in, licking and swallowing everything his mouth came in contact with. 

Her cries suddenly became desperate and she attempted many times to cover them with her hand, but Nick stopped her every time. 

"I want to hear you; I need to baby. Tell me how good I'm making you feel." 

Her breath hitched each time Nick's teeth nipped her clit and from the way her stomach and her pussy clenched, he knew she was close. 

"I know you're about to cum for me, Dove. Don't overthink it; just let it go."  

Cassie gripped the bed sheets, gathering them up in her fists. Nick's words were bringing her quicker to the edge, but she needed just one more thing to drag her over. As if he could read her mind, Folio inserted a finger into her, twisting as he slid in and out before curling it, making every muscle in her body tighten. 

"Oh my God Nick," she moaned so loud, throwing her hand over her mouth.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, swallowing up every thought, and drowning her in only the feeling of Nick's mouth and hands. Her body shuddered, releasing her arousal that Folio willingly took. He moaned, pleased with his work, as his finger continued to work her through her orgasm. 

"Holy shit," Cassie exclaimed, breathlessly, dragging her hands down her face. Her body was trembling, her legs were shaking, and as Folio wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before kissing her quivering lips, he lay in between her legs once more, pressed close against her.

Tasting herself on his kiss, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close and holding him. "How did that feel, Dove?" he asked, not needing to know the answer, but his ego just wanted to hear her say it. 

Cassie shook her head, her body still shaking. "There aren't words," she answered as he kissed her again. "I don't know if I want to know where you learned how to do that."

Nick smiled, planting kisses on the side of her face and neck. He positioned his over-stimulated cock against her entrance, hoping now he'd be able to find release. 

"It doesn't matter. You're the only girl who's going to feel it from now on. It only matters how it makes you feel." His silver chain hung low, brushing Cassie's chin. She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. 

"Really? You don't want anyone else?"

"No," he shook his head. 

"But we haven't even had sex yet."

Cassie ran her hands through his hair, something she found herself loving to do, and pushed it back out of his face. He kissed her wrist and then her lips.

"I don't need to fuck you to know I don't want anyone else. No one else could make me feel the way you do. I already knew that; before we even started this." 

"Really?" she asked again.

"Really." He smiled.

They took a moment to relish one another, enjoying the brief sound of just their heartbeats.

"I want you inside me, Nick. Take me, use me, mold me, make me entirely yours." Cassie's words went straight to Folio's dick. 

"Holy fuck, yes ma'am," he chuckled.

Fully confident now, he reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer, retrieving a small foil packet.

"You don't have to," Cassie said when she saw what Nick was holding.

He narrowed his eyes, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm allergic to latex," she admitted, blushing. "I've been on contraceptives for a while for other health reasons too."

He frowned. "Anything serious?"

Cassie shook her head. "Nope, just girl stuff."

"Fuck, I knew you were too perfect," he laughed, throwing the packet on the floor and resuming his place in between Cassie's legs. 

Cassie gazed up at him lovingly, reaching up and cradling his face in her hands. 

"I won't break, so don't hold back, please. I want to feel all of you, Nicky," she said confidently. Her pet name for him would eventually be his undoing. The way it sounded, falling from her lips, made his stomach flutter.

"Spit," Folio commanded, holding his hand out. Cassie obeyed and he used it to pump himself a few times. He lined himself up at her entrance and slowly he entered her, pushing carefully through her incredible tightness that hugged his throbbing cock the further in he went.

"Holy fuck, baby," Folio sighed, swallowed by her warmth and pleased with how well Cassie was taking him. 

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted, pulling back out a little in an attempt to use her wetness as the lube he needed to go deeper. Cassie expelled a loud satisfactory moan the instant she felt him slide inside. Her breath quickened as she worked through the slight discomfort of the pressure of being stretched and was grateful when Folio found her lips to distract her 

He groaned deep in her throat. Finding her legs, he grabbed them and hitched them to his sides, commanding her to wrap them around his waist. Cassie clutched his biceps tighter, tilting her head back more and trying to get impossibly closer to him. 

She felt fucking divine wrapped all around him as his thickness spread her open, the tender flesh sliding over his rigged, pulsing cock like it was the perfect glove. It gave him so much satisfaction; the kind he'd never felt before.

"You good," he asked, pausing after seeing Cassie wince a little. 

"Mmmhmm, I'm good, she nodded, eyes shut tightly."God, I'm so good," she breathed, gasping the further she felt him go. She couldn't hold back the moans that escaped, no matter how hard she tried. 

"Let me hear you baby, you sound beautiful." 

Folio's praise was driving Cassie mad in the best way possible. It touched her heart knowing he was trying to make this moment as easy and enjoyable as possible. It made her want him even more. 

Once he was fully in, Folio lay there for a moment giving Cassie a moment to adjust making sure she was alright before continuing.

Taking her legs and bringing them up higher she wrapped them around his waist again and slowly, while keeping direct eye contact with her, began to take her at his pleasure. Cassie whimpered, dissolving into the pleasure of Nick's rhythmic thrusts inside her. Her nails raked across his tight shoulder blades, the muscles beneath them that had been worked and shaped from all the years of drumming moving up and down with each push that was deeper than the last. Her hips moved with his as Folio filled her so full of him that she lost her breath every time he went hard into her. 

His lips found her neck and they latched on to her skin. His hands found hers bringing them above her head and locking them together.

Cassie breathed in deeply inhaling his scent that she'd come to know well, one that always brought a sense of comfort and warmth. It had become her security.

"You smell like home, Nicky," she spoke against his ear in between small gasps and moans. Cassie's breath on his skin gave him goosebumps. The way her body arched into him, molding itself around him like it was made for him, made his hard shaft throb even harder inside her wetness. He wanted to go hard and all he could think about was thrusting faster into her, grunting as he did so and feeling her push against him.   

Cassie's back arched up toward him again, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. He squeezed her hands tighter and sucked her skin longer than intended. 

"You are home," he said, releasing her skin and licking the remaining saliva off before moving to another spot, pleased with the bruise he left behind. Her breath hitched when he lifted himself, pulled out a little bit, and then slammed harder back into her. 

"I'm your home now, Dove," he declared in between thrusts, enunciating "dove" with such a hard one that Cassie cried out the prettiest moan he'd heard yet. She was quickly coming undone again. The whimpering of his name once he found that spot that made her walls flutter and tighten around his cock, brought out the most feral growl in Nick, forcing him to quicken his unrelenting tempo.

Muttering something against her lips and leaving only an inch or two between them, he slid his cock out so his tip is right at her entrance. Meeting her eyes, he gave her a devilish grin right before he slammed back into her. Cassie released a choke sob of pure pleasure.

He was close too, and he just couldn't get enough of Cassie. But he wanted this to last for as long as possible, so he slowed his pace, fucking her softly and massaging the now very tender flesh. His hands found her hair, releasing their grip on her hands, tangling themselves in her dark auburn locks. With a voice so low, he whispered, "Give me all of you, Cassie. Please? Be only mine. I don't want to see you with another man," he pleaded, slowing himself now to a slow, rhythmic tempo, pushing himself up to look her in the eyes. 

Cassie brought her hands to his chest, smiling at the feeling of his hammering heartbeat, running them up and over his shoulders.

"Why do you call me dove?"

"It means "peace". You're my peace, Cassie."

He lowered his face and ghosted the tip of her nose with his, something he really loved doing, and breathed deeply.

"You already have me, Nick. You've had me for a long time. Why do you think I always refused the phone numbers of all those other guys who tried to pick me up at shows? It's always been you; since the very first time I watched you set your drum kit up and you dropped that huge freaking Floor Tom on Kooters foot. I thought he was going to kill you."

Folio laughed. His head fell into Cassie as his body shook. 

"Nick?"

"Yeah," raising his head and looking at her. 

"I think I might be in love with you."

".......... Don't tease me; I'm not that tough," his face turning very serious.

She grinned. "I'm not teasing you, baby. I'm serious," caressing his cheekbone. 

Folio intertwined their fingers together.

"Is it time for us to stop lying to ourselves?

He began to move again, leaning back and repositioning Cassie's legs tightly around him. Her head fell back against the pillow with a soft smile gracing her lips and her expression turning angelic the moment he pushed up into her, hitting that perfect spot that pulled the right kind of sounds out of her. Folio continued to work her for a few moments, looking down and watching himself disappear into her body over and over, feeling more confident knowing now that what he'd feared would push her away was the very thing bringing them closer together.

"Yeah, I think it is," Cassie admitted between moans. "I'm in love with you Nick," she admitted again, squeezing tightly around him. Falling into her, Folio wrapped his arms around Cassie's body and while he was still inside her, pulled her until they were both sitting up and she was fully in his lap. Cassie threw her arms around his neck, holding onto him despite the sweat covering his chest and back, and together they moved, quickly overtaken by heavy breathing and voices of pleasure. "I love you, Cassie," Folio finally confessed against her lips, her hands tangled in his hair. 

"I'm so fucking in love with you," he chuckled, as their teeth clashed together. 

Her hot breath poured into his as their tongues fought for dominance, 

"And if anyone has a problem with us, they can come fight me," he said, flipping her over onto her back again. Cassie squealed, giggling. 

"You'd fight someone for me?"

"I'd fight the entire world if it meant I'd still end up with you."

Folio chuckled again, kissing her forehead. He traced a path of kisses from her cheek, her nose, her lips, her neck, then back up to her lips where he devoured her mouth and unleashed all the passion he felt for her right in that moment. Watching as Cassie absorbed him and everything he was doing to her ignited a fire in him; a fire he would gladly let burn forever. 

With Cassie on her back, Folio dove back into her, determined to drive them both off the edge, but this time together. 

Every thrust, every whisper, every kiss was her undoing. She kept him trapped inside her by locking her legs tightly around his waist and with every deep push he made in her, she moaned his name and cried out strings of words that made Folio's heart beat even faster.

"Nick," she panted, urging him on, moving her hips to his and watching him. 

"Louder baby," he growled through clenched teeth, quickening his pace. Cassie moaned followed by a slight cry. 

"Nick, harder," she pleaded. Folio loved it when she begged. 

Surrounded by nothing but the sound of their breathing and their bodies coming together Folio managed to bring Cassie to the full height of her climax. With one quick push, he felt her tight fluttering walls collapse around him as her third orgasm came crashing through her, igniting both their bodies in a sensual fire unlike anything either one of them had felt before. It took him over the edge with her. 

"Where do you want it, dove," he fervently pleaded.

"In me," she softly cried with a shattered breath. Folio all too willingly obliged.

His loud sudden grunt caused his body to shudder and in one more violent thrust, he emptied himself inside her, spilling his release all over her once-virgin walls that he now claimed as his. Shockwaves gripped his body, making him jerk and then finally collapse. 

They were quiet, panting with shaky breaths and letting their bodies come down slowly together. Folio jerked off inside her a few more times, milking himself before pulling out, earning him a sudden gasp and a whimper from the sleepy girl beneath him.

"I'll be right back," Folio whispered, kissing Cassie's shoulder. She nodded tiredly, turning onto her side and curling her body up into itself. What felt like forever was only a few moments until Folio returned with some towels and a warm cloth. 

"Here, let me see baby," he said, turning Cassie onto her back and wiping up his mess. He was gently and sweet, occasionally stealing a glance or two from her and seeing a faint smile grace her tired face. 

"There," tossing the towels on the floor. He opened his arms to her and she curled herself up against him. He held her close and kissed her hair, sighing over the feeling of her beautiful body pressed up against him. Cassie could feel his warmth and smiled as she closed her eyes, feeling cared for. Nick made no other effort to take things further, seeming to be quite content with how they were now and it made her feel safe.

Wrapping her arms around his that were tangled in her body, she drifted off to sleep with Folio right behind her. 

"You know packing up your life and moving away from everything that you know just for a guy isn't the best idea."

"Nick isn't just a guy. He's THE guy; he's my guy."

Cassie drug the roll of tape across the closed box and marked it with the word "bathroom" across the top.

"I support you. It's just dangerous, that's all." Cassie's friend lifted the packed box and walked out the bedroom door, hitting Folio in the shoulder on the way out, never apologizing. 

"I don't think she likes me very much," he pointed out, with a grin. Cassie stood up and grabbed Folio by the front of his red, sleeveless shirt and pulled him close to her. After removing his hat, small pieces of his hair fell into his face and Cassie could only stare up at him with such an adoring gaze. She was mesmerized by him. 

"You're staring again."

"Am I?"

"Yup."

"You're making it hard not to."

Nick smiled, kissing her softly.

"That's my line, Dove."

"Please, like you don't know how incredibly hot you are."

He snickered. "Whatever you say." 

Cassie stared at him, absorbing all of him that she could

"You're my everything, Nicky."

He kissed her nose as she laid her head on his chest. 

"And you're my world, Dove," kissing the top of her head and holding her tightly against him. 

They shared a kiss before grabbing a box each.

"You ready to do this?"

"More than ready. The movers will be here by seven in the morning and once they've loaded everything up, we're good to go."

"I'm so glad you're doing this." 

"Me too."

With one more shared kiss, they picked up the remaining two boxes and left the room, closing the door behind them.

She looked at him as a friend until she realized she loved him.

He looked at her a little too long until he realized she was more than just his friend. Meeting each other was fate, becoming friends was a choice, but falling in love was out of their control. It was simply meant to be.

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[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

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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~The Price~Chapter 3~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are mine

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Warnings: Mentions of abuse

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After closing down the bar, Taddie began to get anxious as Ash linked their arms to walk back to their locker together. She didn’t know how to tell her best friend about what Thatcher had offered, she was at even more of a loss at how to tell her she was strongly considering it and would be taking her car over once they got home. She took a deep breath and changed shoes, shrugging on her jacket as Ash chattered at her, though it went through one ear and out the other for Taddie. Her mind was a buzz with what she was going to do, what she was going to say, what was going to happen, too much so for her to focus on much else and she was extremely glad that Ash was driving home.

Taddie disassociated the whole ride, both women too exhausted for conversation, and Taddie was thankful. She’d managed to figure out that she was going to tell Ash she was going to be out for the night, but not much past that. She knew Ash would ask why and where she was going, but Taddie didn’t have a good enough excuse. As they got closer and closer to home, it was looking more and more like Taddie was just going to have to either tell Ash outright or sneak out once Ash went to her room.

Ash pulled into the driveway and put the car in park with a soft huff, the sudden sound making Taddie jump and blink, looking around and realizing they were home. Taking a deep breath, Taddie grabbed her bag as they both got out and trudged up their path, Taddie quickly unlocking the door and the pair blowing in. Taddie slammed the door shut behind them and they both shivered out of their jackets, Ash going to the thermostat and turning the heat up, quickly.

“Ohhhh, why did I move home?” Ash groaned out, ending it with a laugh as she glanced back at Taddie, who’s face held a blank look as she slipped out of her boots, put them by the door, hung her jacket, and put her keys in the bowl-Like a goddamn robot. “Uh, Tads? You alright?”

“Huh? What? Y-Ye-Yeah, I’m-I’m fine. I’m, um, I’m gonna turn in. I’m fucking beat.” Taddie said, shoving a hand into her curls, scratching at her scalp as she crossed the floor, going to her room. Ash raised a brow and nodded, watching her friend avoid all eye contact with her and make a beeline, quickly closing her door. Ash furrowed her brows together, but shook her head with a sigh and went to the kitchen to fill a Starbuck reusable cup up with ice and water, then went to her room as well.

Once she heard Ash’s bedroom door shut, Taddie tugged out the keychain and her phone, looking over the charm and sliding her finger over the initial, then flipped it, seeing a number etched into the back of it. Taking a deep breath, Taddie began dialing as she muttered to herself, “I am out of my fucking mind…”

Pressing the green phone button, Taddie sighed as she pressed the phone to her ear and laid back against her pillows as she listened to the ringing drone on. Part of her thought he would have already passed out, waiting up for her so long. She wouldn’t have been surprised, seeing as it was nearly 3 AM. But her hope quickly drained as the line picked up as she heard a soft groan, the sound shooting through her and making her eyes snap shut as she muttered to herself before she heard Thatcher’s rough and tired sounding voice answer with, “Hello?”

“Surprised you didn’t answer with my name since you know so much.” Taddie said, not realizing she’d said it until she heard his low chuckle of amusement before he said, “I have some sense of boundaries. I don’t know where you live, though I’d assume in Roanoke? Is that fair?”

“Yes. I do.” Taddie said, a spontaneous smile jumping across her face. She shoved a thumbnail between her teeth to try and stop it from growing.

“Alright--I still don’t know your address. I don’t know your phone number, at least not until now. I don’t know your social, your previous addresses…Could I easily find out? Yes. But where’s the fun in that?” He said with a soft snicker. She rolled her eyes as she said, “So, I’m just something to play with for fun? This isn’t all that serious then?”

“Oh, it’s plenty serious…But yes, I like to play with my food-Is that so wrong? I do it with consent and honesty. I laid it all out for you, didn’t I?” Thatcher asked, his voice daring her to challenge him. A challenge she more than took him up on.

“I don’t know-Did you? You only want me for appearances? There’s no ulterior motives, no sick and twisted sexual desires you’re achieving from this?” She asked, casually, trying to shock him into faltering. Instead, she was met with another chuckle before he said, “Oh, trust me, kitten, I have plenty. Ones I’m more than excited to play out--But, force isn’t my thing.  I’m all about safe and proper sexual play…But, like I said-We can talk about all that when you get here. Which would be when, by the way? My man said you went straight home?”

Taddie bolted up and her head whipped toward the window as her heart began to pound. She hadn’t realized she’d gasped until Thatcher said, “He’s not still there. I’ve told them once they see you go into your home, safely, they’re to go home and report back to me. I told you, it’s about protection, Taddie. Not stalking. I might do some questionable things, but I consider it somewhat living up to the family name. At least I’m not a complete disappointment.”

She’d heard the switch in his tone, going from playful and teasing to almost sad and depressed. Taddie chewed her lip then let out a soft sigh as she scooted back on her bed, crossing her legs beneath her as she said, “Thatcher, I’m still not sure about this…It all seems very…”

“Risky? Enticing? Sensual? Romantic?” Thatcher offered, the flirtatious lilt returning to his voice. Taddie’s lips skewed in a smirk as she said, “Very close to prostitution…Without the sex.”

“Mm-Well, the only reason it would be without sex would be up to you. I’m more than agreeable, but on your terms-Should that be something you wanted from this…Taddie, at least spend tonight with me and tomorrow before you go to work. Let me show you what I can offer you.” Thatcher said.

“It’s 3 in the morning. I’ve got a shift tomorrow, I can’t be up until dawn-”

“Did you forget my brother owns the bar and keeps your schedule? I say you need a paid day off and you’ve got it, Taddie. All you need to do is say the word… Let  me show you what I can offer you.” Thatcher said, firmly. Taddie chewed her lip and took a deep breath as her mind worked. She heard Thatcher’s breathing on the other end, then heard the sound of sheets rustling. Taddie closed her eyes and let out a sigh as she fell back onto her bed.

“Fine…But what am I supposed to tell Ash? We live together, she’s going to ask questions.” Taddie said, quietly, biting her lip as she glanced at their shared wall, listening for Ash’s movements. She heard the toilet, then the sink, then her TV turn on.

“Tell her you’re spending time with your new boyfriend. Might as well keep up appearances on both ends, no?”

“No. Not when she’s my best friend and I tell her literally everything…I-I can’t keep this from her, Thatcher. I can’t.”

“Well, you’re going to have to. No one can know this isn’t real, Taddie. Not until the end at least, if you succeed. If you do, I’ll come clean to my family, to Ashlen…And the only time you’ll ever even see my name again is on the checks that get delivered to pay for the studio.” Thatcher said, almost disappointed already that she wouldn’t, in fact, fall for him. Taddie closed her eyes and internalized a groan before she said, “You’d better have an amazing cover story as to why I’ve never told her about any dates, why I never said anything to her, and why we’re suddenly spending time together. Ash is a nosy bitch, especially when it comes to me. She’s gonna have questions.”

“Then you’d better get your ass over here, hadn’t you?” Thatcher said, his playful tone returning. It made her cheeks heat as she smirked and bit her lip. “I’ll send the address, kitten.”

Arousal shot through her and she fought it as her eyes fluttered closed and she took a deep breath to conain herself as he added, “I’ll see you soon…Which it had better be?”

“Well, you’ll just have stay awake and wait, won’t you?” Taddie said, quickly ending the call and pressing her phone to her chest as it pounded. A coy smirk spread across her face as she let out a chuckle then got up, quickly packing a small duffel bag’s worth of overnight things and listened at Ash’s wall to see just how occupied she was and if Taddie had a shot to sneak out. She heard the TV still going and also videos as she scrolled on TikTok, so she knew she was safe. Leaving her door cracked for Juniper, Taddie crept to the door and carefully grabbed her keys before slipping out of the house and locking the door behind her before she hustled to her car and jumped in.

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Taddie took a deep breath as she rode the elevator to the penthouse floor, her anxiety bouncing around inside her like a caged and feral animal, desperately waiting to be let out. She pushed the feeling down as the doors opened and she took another deep breath. Stepping out, she fingered the keychain in her hands, rubbing her fingers over the P  on the front then went up to the door, unsure whether to knock or just unlock the door. She stood there for a moment, contemplating, before she let out a sigh and stuck the key in the lock, turning it and the knob, pushing the door open. After all, he gave her a key for a reason. She looked around and raised her brows, seeing a very nicely furnished foyer; Two matching armchairs to the left with a round table between them, a finely made mahogany table rested under an ornate mirror that faced her. She chewed her lip and looked herself over before walking further into the apartment and closing the door behind her, locking it.

Walking even further, Taddie was breathtaken by the openness of the space, large glass windows went from ceiling to floor, not many walls in the apartment save for two that she assumed made up his office and one for the bathroom, of which there was a single glass block wall that seemed to shield the toilet and the shower. As she looked and wandered around, she suddenly stopped with a gasp, when she saw Thatcher standing on the edge of an indoor pool, because of course he had his own indoor pool. But what had made her gasp, was the candlelit table with two plates of food waiting for her. At the sound, Thatcher turned and gave her a smirk. He wore a pair of black joggers and a simple white tank top, clearly displaying the single arm, full sleeve tattoo, which made Taddie’s brow raise in surprise.

“Glad you made it…Though you could have left your things at the door?” Thatcher teased as he went to her. Taddie nodded and said, “I know. I, um, I wasn’t sure…Where you were--This-This is amazing. You have a nice apartment.”

“We have a nice apartment. This is yours now, for the next month at least. This is where you’ll come back to after work, this is where you’ll sleep, shower, eat. I told you I was serious about this. It might be for appearances, but it’s still a test. Got to have the right environment for tests, no?” Thatcher said, reaching out to slip her duffel bag off her shoulder and set it down before moving around her, helping her slip off her jacket. Taddie bit her lip and nodded, lightly, looking around the room before her. She felt his hand slide around her neck, pushing his fingers under her chin, lifting and turning her to face him. She let out a gasp, then cut it off quickly when she realized how close their faces were. “You’re still in your uniform…Too anxious to change?”

“Well, you-you said you wanted me here…”

“And you told me I’d have to wait…And I did. Thought you’d get a little more dressed up…But I don’t mind. You’re cute in your uniform.” He purred down at her before letting his hand drop and moving around her, to the table. Taddie took a slow, shuddered inhale as she watched him walk away, then stop and turn to her, beckoning her to follow him. She gave a light gasp and quickly took several steps forward to catch up to him as he led her to the table. As she got closer she saw steaks on both plates, as well as mashed potatoes and a side of charred corn that gave off whiffs of garlic, all of it making Taddie’s mouth water. “Are you hungry? I didn’t see you eat anything today, so I wanted to have something for you.”

“I, um, I’m starving actually, but I-I will have no self control and eat like the heathen I am.” Taddie said with a soft chuckle, dragging her gaze from the food, looking up at Thatcher with a soft chuckle. Thatcher smirked and laughed, shaking his head as he moved around her, going to her chair and pulling it back for her.

“Go for it. You don’t need to hide anything when you’re here, Taddie. I want you to be yourself here. This is a safe space and I’ll never judge you.” Thatcher said, bracing his hands on the back of her chair, waiting for her to sit down. Taddie looked him over with a slightly skeptical look before she quickly shook it away and slid into the chair, Thatcher tucking it under her as she sat down. She closed her eyes and took a slow breath before opening them, seeing him walking around the table to sit down across from her. “Are you alright? You look like you’re about to jump through the window…”

“I’m, um…I’m fine, just…Just a little on edge?” Taddie said, watching as he picked up a bottle of what she assumed was champagne, and pour it into two glasses. “Oh, I don’t drink this…Late?”

As he poured the drink, she saw it was much more yellow with bubbles than being more cream/tan colored like normal champagne. She raised a brow and looked at him in a silent question, then Thatcher chuckled and turned to bottle to show that it was apple cider. Her cheeks turned pink and she let out a soft chuckle, biting her lip, lightly.

“Martinelli’s. I do like to drink, but this is a real good brand of apple cider. Splash of vodka or whiskey and it’s perfect. But, no, I don’t drink this late either.” Thatcher said as he set the bottle down and picked up his glass to take a sip. Taddie slid her hand across the table, sliding her fingers over the base of the glass and turning it a few times before she pulled her hand back and straightened a little more in her seat. Thatcher raised a brow at her as he set the glass back down and said, “Taddie. What is it?”

“Oh, my God, I can’t fucking do this-I-I’m…Thatcher, I’m sorry. I-I don’t think I can do this--I-I showed up, right? That’s-That’s what you asked. So, I-I’m sorry…I-I can’t do this.” Taddie said, quickly pushing back from the table and standing. Thatcher stood with her, a little too fast for her taste, and Taddie nearly toppled the chair over, falling back with it, flinching so hard when he took a few quick steps toward her. Seeing this, he quickly backed off and held up his hands, raising his brows in shock. Taddie panted, softly, gripping the back and arm of the chair as she caught herself and squeezing her eyes shut.

“Thaden…”

“Don’t ever call me that.” She hissed at him, shooting him a fierce glare before she blinked and the look vanished, a look of guilt and regret taking its place. “I-I-I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be…” Thatcher said, gently, approaching her slowly, this time, and holding out his hands toward her, showing her he meant no harm. She shifted on her feet, watching him closely as he came to stop before her and lowered his hands. “What happened to you?”

Taddie sighed and looked away, shaking her head with a light scoff of a chuckle. Thatcher slid his hands into his pockets, waiting patiently for her to gather herself and her thoughts before she looked at him again, drawing her brows together a little more. He gave her a soft, sympathetic smile, trying to reassure her. With a deep breath, Taddie turned and slowly lowered herself back into her chair. Thatcher slowly bent his knees, sinking into a squat beside her.

“Alright…O-Okay…Um-” Taddie started, her voice shaking slightly. Thatcher gently laid his hand on her knee and she turned to him as she said, “I-I…I’ve been in an 8 year abusive relationship since I-I was 21. It’s over--I’m-I’m 31 now-I spent the last two years moving around trying to get away from him, until Ash said I could move in with her, here in Roanoke. It-Its such a small town, I figured he’d never look for me here.”

“What did he do?” Thatcher asked, his voice hard and angry, though he tried to control it. Taddie winced and quickly tugged her knee from beneath his hand with a deep sigh. He pulled his hand back and waited, trying to quell his anger before it rose too quickly.

“He, um…Lot-Lots of, uh, lots of emotional abuse? Um, v-verbal, mental, physical, s--” Taddie stopped suddenly, her vision tunneled and she was briefly thrown back to a series of flashbacks that left her silent. Thatcher flinched at the last syllable, and took a deep breath, ducking his head down briefly before he said, “Did he ever force you?”

“No.” Taddie said, quickly, jolting out her her trance like state with a sniffle, and she turned to look at him again. Blinking her tears away, she cleared her throat, lightly before she continued, “No, he-he never…But, I-I saw the look in his eyes a few times…He would’ve.”

“Taddie, I’m sorry for what happened to you and what you went through. But you need to know-You need to understand-I am never going to touch you like that. If I ever talk to you in a way that isn’t respectful, you have full right to put it back on me and put me in my place. This isn’t something I’m holding you prisoner to. Anytime you want this to end, it’ll end. You’re going to have full reign over my household and when we visit my family. For all intents and purposes, save the titles, you’re the queen of this apartment and the princess in the family, and you’re going to be treated as such.” Thatcher said, softly, slowly reaching a hand up to lay on her shoulder. Taddie nodded, softly, and sniffled as she took another deep breath, calming herself down silently. He pushed his hand over her shoulder and up her neck, under her curls. She shifted her gaze to him and she gave him a soft smile, though it didn’t stay, fading slowly. With a light sigh, Thatcher stood, slowly, not wanting to startle her again, and said, “Why don’t you just crash for the night? Maybe I was wrong-I don’t want to make anything worse for you, Taddie. I’m sorry.”

She tilted her head up to him, blinking in confusion. He caressed his thumb over her jaw, then pulled his hand away as he turned, going to her things in the doorway. Taddie closed her eyes and muttered to herself before she said, “Thatcher, if you ever even so much as raise a hand to me--”

“That will never happen, Taddie. I can control my anger. I might yell and get loud, but I’ve never hit a woman.” Thatcher said, turning back and pushing his hand into his pockets again, staring at her as she opened her eyes to look at him again, her brows drawn tightly as her eyes shone with tears.

“I don’t even want you to get loud, Thatcher. I-I don’t want to be with anything that’s even close to him. I-I’m not going to put myself in that position again. Ever.” Taddie said, shaking her head with a sigh as she glanced away. Thatcher came back over to her, waiting until she looked up at him to gently slide his fingers under her chin.

“I told you I have my men following you for your protection and I’m serious about that. I can honestly say, you are 100% safe when you’re with me, Taddie. I’ll do anything to keep you safe and so will my men. You’re dating in the mob, now, kitten. This is the safest you’ll ever be in your life.” Thatcher said, giving her chin a light squeeze before letting it go. He took a deep breath, then said, “But I’m not going to be jerked around either. If you want to do this, then we’re going to do this. You need to tell me now if you’re in or out. You can still end it whenever you feel it gets too much, but I’m not going to stand for you not being sure and yo-yoing between what you want to do. Make a choice and make it now.”

“I’m in. I-I, um, I’ll-I’ll try? I--”

“Yes. Or. No?” Thatcher held her gaze as Taddie took a deep breath and said, “Yes.”

Thatcher’s smile jumped to his face before her went back to his chair, sitting down and scooting in. Taddie let out a slow exhale and scooted closer to the table as she said, “So, um…What-What’s all going to happen? You said this was for appearances? So…Why do you need to a show girlfriend?”

“Thomas has been married for 15 years and has two kids, boy and a girl. Theo got married a few years ago and Tristan and his girl have been going strong for a good 2 years now. We all think he’s going to propose at Christmas. Me, being the true black sheep that I am, I’ve never brought anyone home to meet the family, never had the long term thing…O-Once, but it-Well, it didn’t work out.” Thatcher started, clearing his throat, awkwardly and quickly taking a swig of the cider. Taddie raised a brow at the reaction, but she simply tucked it away and decided to touch on it later. “We have family dinner every Sunday. When you meet my Mother, smile, say ‘It’s nice you meet you, Ma’am’-Those exact words, not even joking-She expects something more formal, so a curtsy, but even a quick dip down, she’s happy. She’ll be very judgemental at first, but…I was supposed to be her last baby boy, so she has a special place in her heart for me over the twins.”

Taddie let out a giggle and leaned her arms on the table, slightly, as she said, “Surprise pregnancy?”

“Double surprise. Twins. Tom was not happy at first, he was already 10 and didn’t like me being around to begin with.” Thatcher said with a snicker, picking up his fork and knife, cutting into his steak. Taddie smirked, then let her gaze roam around the setting in front of her before she finally reached for her glass for a quick sip. Thatcher watched her with a growing smile as he slid a piece of steak into his mouth, chewing slowly. Taddie cleared her throat as she set the glass down and picked up her fork, raking it through the mashed potatoes before taking a large scoop and eating it. She gave a small wiggle of happiness, feeling the hunger taking over her, but she tried to keep it at bay, at least for the first night.

“Mm-So…Your brother’s women? Did they get the whole explanations and introductions before meeting the family too?” Taddie asked as she picked up her knife, quicky cutting her steak up. Thatcher chuckled and shook his head as he took another bite.

“No. Usually, their women don’t know anything other than their man until they meet the family. Kind of an ambush thing--Mafia. You know.” Thatcher said with a smirk and a chuckle. Taddie glanced up at him and nodded, her smile growing a little more genuinely. He stared at her with a smile of his own, watching her eat steadily, despite saying she’d act like a heathen, she was so hungry. He chuckled to himself, leaning his mouth into the back of his hand as his gaze bounced around, from her face to her hands, her fingers to her mouth, watching her lips.

Taddie glanced up at him in the silence, then did a double take as she stopped chewing and her cheeks heated. Her lips curved into a small smirk before she quickly finished chewing and swallowed before she said, “What? Y-You’re staring…”

“I’m sorry. I tend to stare at beautiful things.” He said with a coy, teasing smirk before he looked down to gather another bite and take it. She bit her lip as her blush deepened, her smile lifting a little more as she looked down to do the same and keep eating.

“Um…So, Christmas is next week? Does this factor in at all?” Taddie asked. Thatcher nodded and sat back, setting his fork down as he said, “It does. We do portraits every year and my Mother is nagging me about when I’m bringing someone home for them. I’m 35 myself, about to turn 36…She at least wants to see me happy with someone. So, it kind of works as a gift for her, gets the family off my back…”

“But, you’re doing this and banking on me falling for you…I can’t say I feel either direction on the spectrum right now…What happens if I don’t fall for you and the month ends? You’re just going to lie to everyone and say we broke up?” Taddie asked, reaching for her glass and taking a drink.

“No, I said I’ll come clean and I will. If that happens, maybe my family will finally back off. If I had to pay for it…” Thatcher started, quickly stopping himself and shaking his head as he cleared his throat. “But, we have a month. You’re going to be getting a few more days off, little bump in your pay to compensate for it. I…Kind of want to give this a real shot. I know it might not be a conventional start, but it’s not entirely easy for me to have and keep something serious with a woman. Once shit goes down once, they freak out and leave, so-”

“So, you thought you’d do a little light stalking to try and get on my good side then half kidnap me?” Taddie said, in a matter-of-fact tone, though there was a teasing undertone to it. Thatcher looked up at her then smirked as she lifted her gaze to him, raising her brows in an innocent expression as she slipped a piece of steak into her mouth.

“I’ll settle for a voluntary kidnapping, thank you-You drove yourself here. And I wasn’t stalking-”

“You were protecting. Yes, yes, I know.” Taddie said with a soft giggle. She glanced at him through her lashes, seeing him smirk and sit back with his glass, taking a deep swig. She cast her gaze down as she pushed the last few pieces of steak around, then laid her fork down as she sat back and lifted her head to him. “So…Is this a first date then? If you’re trying to be a little more serious?”

“If you want to take it as that. I actually had a breakfast planned for us tomorrow as a first date.” Thatcher said, with a small smirk. Taddie nodded as she tongued the strings of meat that were stuck in her teeth.

“What is this then?” She asked, softly. Thatcher sat forward, moving his glass to the middle of the table and prompting Taddie to quickly do the same, clinking her glass to the side of his as he said, “Smoothing everything over before the relationship begins. I told you I operate on consent and honesty. I’m going to lay everything out for you. If you have questions, you can ask me whenever you think of them.”

“You’re not expecting sex.” She asked, bluntly, lifting her glass to her lips. Thatcher had already taken a sip and choked on it, lightly, not expecting her to be so direct. Her lips curved in a sly smirk, covering it by taking a drink and setting her glass down again. Thatcher coughed a few times, pounding his fist to his chest, then cleared his throat as he looked at her with an arched brow. “I’m asking my questions.”

“That wasn’t a question…But no. I’m not. Not unless you make that move first. Not saying I don’t want it, that I haven’t thought about it. I’m a man after all.” He said with a soft laugh and a smirk. Taddie nodded and smirked back as she leaned forward to pick up her fork again. Thatcher leaned forward and slid his hand over hers, prompting her to look up at him as she took another bite and he said, “But, I want you to be in control of that. When we’re in front of family, obviously, I’m going to touch you and hold you, grab you into my lap…We need to put on the appearances for them. But when we’re here, we can be more like roommates, if that makes you more comfortable. It’s like any relationship, Taddie-We need to spend time together and get to know each other to know our true feelings. That’s really all I’m asking is for that shot. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen. But we gave it a shot.”

“Touching, holding, grabbing…What about kissing? How…Much…Of that do I need to expect?” Taddie asked, lowering her gaze as she swirled the tips of her fork in her mashed potatoes. Thatcher gave her hand a squeeze and he saw her eyes flicker up to him, though her head remained bent.

“None, if you don’t want me to. A peck on your cheek, affectionate seeming one to your temple, your forehead…I can do the little things. I don’t want to push you with something you don’t want, but there needs to be some kind of affection between us.” Thatcher said, softly. Taddie took a breath as she lifted her head.

“When-When am I supposed to meet the family for the first time? Like everyone? Sunday?” Taddie asked. When Thatcher nodded, she sighed and gave him one herself, before she lowered her gaze to her plate and said, “Well…Then, we-we can work on that I guess…Um, I d-I don’t want to be rude, but it-it’s late--”

“Are you done eating?” Thatcher asked, quickly wiping his mouth with his napkin before he stood. Taddie looked up at him and nodded, letting her smile lift a little more as he rounded the table, offering his hand to her. She took it as she pushed away from the table and stood. He led her to her things, scooping up her bag and jacket before he led her to the king sized four-poster bed that sat against the back wall, in its own little nook. Thatcher set her bag on the bed and let go of her hand as he said, “I’m gonna put your jacket in the closet. Um, feel free to change, get comfortable. The bathroom is behind the wall over there.”

Thatcher pointed to the glass block wall then gave her a smile, leaning closer to kiss her cheek, lightly, before he took a step away and turned to round the corner. Taddie bit her lip and let out a slow exhale through her nose before she turned to her bag, trying to change as quick as possible before he came back. She tore off her shirt and tugged on a tank top before she pulled her bra off underneath it, stuffing it into her bag. As she wiggled out of her jeans, she cast a glance over her shoulder to look for him as she unfolded her sleep pants, that had a Van Gogh’s Starry Night pattern on them. She let out a relieved sigh as she zipped up her bag and dropped it on the floor, then spun around to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing her hands into her hair as she closed her eyes.

“Are you decent? Can I come back now?” Thatcher’s voice came after a while. Taddie let out a soft gasp and pulled her hands down as she looked up. She didn’t see him anywhere so she took a breath and called out, “Yeah. I’m-I’m changed…Thank you.”

“Of course.” Thatcher said, coming around the corner with a soft smile, his hands in his pockets. Taddie stood and gave him a small, sweet smile as he approached, then stopped a foot or two from her. “Well…Um, if you need anything at night, there’s extra pillows and blankets in that cupboard. You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen. We can go over where everything is tomorrow, the tour and all, if you’d like. I’ll just be down the stairs there on the couch.”

Thatcher gestured around, but when he turned and pointed all the way across the apartment, she felt a twinge of guilt and glanced back to the giant bed she was going to have to herself. Turning back to him as he turned to her, Taddie took a step closer, reaching out a hand to touch his arm as she said, “Wait--Well…I-I don’t feel right about kicking you out of your own bed-”

“You’re not sleeping on the couch and I’m not letting you. Nor am I going to force you to sleep with me--”

“What if I want to? I-I just…If you don’t want me sleeping on the couch and I don’t want you sleeping on the couch…We’re-We’re sleeping together, not having sex…” Taddie said, letting her hand fall from his arm.

“I’ll do anything you’re comfortable with, Taddie. Your comfort is my only concern.” Thatcher said, closing the space between them and lifting a hand, slowly, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek, then pushing them into her hair. Taddie nodded as she stared up at him, slowly pushing her hands over his abdomen, that she found was rather long, considering he was so tall. Her lower lip was sucked between her teeth as she slid her hands up his chest for a brief moment, then let her lip pop back out as they parted. Thatcher shifted as he pulled his other hand from his pocket and slid it over her waist as he tugged her closer. “Are you going to let me kiss you, Taddie?”

“I--I might…Why don’t you try and find out?” She whispered back before she lifted on her toes, slightly, as he ducked down to ease his lips over hers in a deep kiss. She inhaled, deeply, as she kissed him back, leaning against him as he lightly gripped the back of her neck and walked her back a few steps, until the backs of her legs hit the bed and she broke the kiss with a soft gasp. “I-I-I, um-”

“We should go to bed…Do you want me to get the extra pillows? Make a barrier between us while we sleep?” Thatcher asked, softly. Taddie shook her head and wrapped her fingers around his wrist as he pulled his hand back to her cheek.

“You-You don’t need to do that…You’re not going to molest me in my sleep, right?” She teased, making his lips curve in a smirk as he slid a finger under her chin, tipping it back more as he chuckled and shook his head.

“It would be without your consent, kitten. So, no. I won’t. You have my word…Though I have no control over my hands and I reach out for anything in the middle of the night. Are you okay with that?” He asked, sliding the backs of his fingers down her throat. A shuddered breath escaped her lips before she swallowed hard and nodded as she whispered, “Yes.”

“Good…Now, let’s go to sleep. I’m exhausted from waiting for you all day.” He teased, chuckling as she tsk’d at him and gave him a quick shove back. He laughed and caught her hand, tugging her back against him and making her emit a squeal, then a giggle as she gripped his arms, glancing back at him. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek before letting her go and rounding the bed. Taddie bit her lip and reached out for one of the posters, lightly leaning against it as she watched him go around to one of the nightstands that sat on either side, taking off his watch and setting it down. He slipped off his rings, placing them beside it, then sat on the edge with a light sigh as he pushed his feet out of his slippers, pushing them against the nightstand.

As Thatcher turned, Taddie pushed herself off the poster and went to the head of the bed, pulling back the blankets and slipping in, quickly grabbing her phone and sliding it onto the nightstand before she climbed in. Thatcher got under the covers as well, eyeing her sleep pants as she tucked her feet in and covered herself up. He chuckled to himself and reached over to press a button on a solid black plastic appliance, the soft sounds of waves crashing beginning to sound from it. Taddie turned and raised a brow as she stuffed her curls up, tying them back with a silk scrunchie as she said, “You sleep with a sound machine?”

“White noise. We, uhm…Me and Tommy grew up on the ocean in Sweden. Just before our Mother got pregnant with the twins, we moved here…It’s not the same.” Thatcher said, not looking at her as he shifted and settled himself. She realized his tone wasn’t one of a fond storytelling, but one that was simply telling her why and not to mention it again. Taddie bit her lip, suddenly feeling bad and wondering if she sounded a little too teasing, then shifted as she turned to him, scooting a little more toward the center, and him. He glanced at her, watching her closely as she started to reach out to him, then stopped.

“I-I’m sorry…I wasn’t trying to make it seem--I was just surprised. I-I have an app that plays rain and thunderstorm sounds to help me sleep…” She said, trying to put him at ease. Turning to her a little more, he raised a brow at her as she shuffled closer, curling her legs beneath her. “I-I can’t sleep in complete silence. I-I tried for the first six months…I couldn’t sleep because I picked up on every single noise and it kept my anxiety up because I thought…I thought he’d found me.”

“I can’t sleep without sound because…Well, being the sons of a mob boss isn’t always peaceful. Let’s just leave it at that.” Thatcher said, turning to the nightstand and reaching for a remote. He pressed several buttons and slowly the lights went out in the flat, then fire jumped to life along the wall, making Taddie gasp, softly. Setting the remote back on the nightstand, Thatcher shifted down to lay his head on the pillows while Taddie bit her lip and watched him. She took a deep breath, contemplating what she wanted to do, then moved closer and pushed her hand over his shoulder.

“Thatcher, I told you about my abusive relationship…Ash doesn’t even know how bad it was, just that I needed to get away. If we’re going to do this and do the whole get to know each other thing…You need to open up to me as much as I open up to you. Relationships are a two way street, honey.” Taddie said, softly. She pushed her hand higher, then lifted it, sliding her fingers in his hair along the side of his head. Thatcher reached up a hand, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and tugging her hand down.

“Not that. Not now. Go to sleep, Taddie.” Thatcher said, his voice holding no real emotion other than tired. Taddie bit her lip then nodded, starting to pull her hand back and turn away, but he kept a hold of her hand, lifting it to kiss her fingertips before he let it go. She blinked, letting her hand fall to his chest, where it laid for a moment, before she pulled it back and shifted further away to turn over and slide lower under the blankets. Thatcher turned to her, watching her shoulders slowly relax as she let out a few deep sighs. He desperately wanted to reach out and hold her close while they fell asleep, but he’d thrown enough at her for one night. He only hoped things would go smoother tomorrow and the rest of the week, as well as the month.

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[measuredingold]

i think i’m in love

author's note: hi all ! something short and sweet for our boy folio :) inspired by “i think i’m in love” by taylor acorn, so listen to that if you wanna get a feel for this. really loved writing my last piece for him and i adored his relationship with reader, so i wanted to expand on that a little. i may continue writing in this universe if more people want it :) as always, please enjoy !

pairing: nick folio x reader ( fallingforyou universe )

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 1k~

cw/tags: fluff, literally nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, feelings realization, nick is so smitten soooo in love, 18+ minors do not interact

Nick feels like he can breathe much easier again the second he's off that damn plane.

It was a full flight, incredibly fucking stuffy, and he had been anxious the very second the plane took off. He was counting down the literal seconds in the air until they were finally on solid ground again. Flying wasn't one of his favorite things, never had been, but especially when he was anticipating something much more exciting upon his arrival. You never left his mind, even when he tried to sleep, the moment his eyes shut you were the first thing he saw.

Being excited about going home and sleeping in his own bed for the first time in weeks is one thing, but being even more excited just because he gets to have you in his arms again... it's a whole other feeling.

He never expected this to happen - you and him. Relationships are never easy, especially being in the road majority of the year, and most people run when he even utters the words that he’s a musician. You didn’t, though. You stayed, and the two of you learned how to deal with the distance together. It was hard at first, trying to get the times just right to FaceTime, even a quick phone call. It got easier as time went, but the ache in his chest grew more and more as the thought of you passed his mind.

And you were on his mind a lot.

He sees you before you see him and his heart soars out of his chest, lodging itself in his throat. He swallows it down with a smile and his legs move before he can think about it.

Holy shit. He missed you so much.

It's right when you're just barely out of arm's length that you finally turn around and see him, and he watches the exact moment relief washes over you. Your eyes widen, lips stretching out into a smile, and you barely get a word out before his arms are slipping around your waist.

"Hi." You squeak before settling in his arms, wrapping your own around him.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, emotions running high, and he just holds you closer to him. This is what he was needing - craving. Having you in his arms was something he had thought about the second he left you, and to finally have that again after almost three months is... a lot. A new feeling he can't explain, but there's been a lot of new things when it involves you.

"Hey." He says quietly, pulling back just enough to get a good look at your face.

You're smiling, eyes crinkled at the end, and that’s when he sees the first tear fall. He laughs, reaching his hands up to cup your cheeks to wipe it away.

"Sorry." You mumble, clearly embarrassed, but the tears don't seem to stop. "I just missed you a lot. Really glad you're home."

"I missed you too, darlin'." He hums, thumbs stroking over your cheeks before letting his arms wrap back around you, pulling you into his chest. "And I'm really fucking glad to be home."

You fall into him naturally, face burying against his shoulder. The two of you stand there for a few moments of silence, soaking up the embrace, and Nick realizes why it's hard to have someone at home. These reunions are rough - emotional, almost too emotional for him. And maybe if this had been Nick from a year ago, he'd run. He could never put himself through this, you through this, because it hurts so much to be away from the person that you love.

But coming home to you, knowing that you'll be here waiting for him... something inside Nick's chest squeezes, his stomach swirls, and he thinks it might be worth it. It's too early to say if this is for the long run, if he and you were end-game, but maybe you were. Maybe this was the real deal, and maybe he actually was in love with you. He can't seem to find a justifiable reason to break this off because it hurts too much. He's willing to put himself through this, if that means he has you.

And who knows, maybe one day Bad Omens could get big enough to where he can support you both, bring you out on the road with him. The thought makes him feel giddy, even if it may not become a reality anytime soon.

"Ready to head home?" You finally speak up, pulling away from him.

Your eyes showed no more tears, which he was thankful for, and the softness in your gaze has him wanting to just kiss you right in front of everyone. At the mention of home, which would involve a bed - hopefully yours - he nods, before yawning loudly.

"Fuck yeah." He says mid-yawn and you laugh, reaching out to pat his chest. "Yours? I like your bed better than mine."

You wordlessly grab his suitcase, waving him off as he tries to take it from you before sliding your free hand into his, gently tugging him with you.

"I think you've slept in my bed more in the last 6 months than you did your own." You tease, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Like I said, I like yours better than mine." He shrugs. "Also, it's just... very you. And I like you. So, I like sleeping in your bed."

"Didn't realize you liked me that much, babe."

"I like you too much," He hums. "It's concerning."

Your cheeks flush and he watches you turn your head to try and hide it, but he sees it. He always sees it. He feels giddy, hand squeezing yours as you turn your head to look at him again, lips stretched into a wide smile and a slight pink coloring to your cheeks.

"I think I like you too much, too."

Your eyes meet and he realizes there's something else under those words, and the smile the two of you share is one in understanding. He won't say it now, thinking he'll wait a little bit longer, but his chest twists in a way that he knows that you feel the same. He gently tugs you closer to him, lips finding the side of your head.

"Let's head home."

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[hadesforpreswrites]

dirty laundry, pt. 2

a/n: here's part 2! i had a lot of fun writing this one! i'm less practiced in writing steamy stuff than i am depressing stuff but i hope you enjoy.

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

genre: idiots-to-lovers

warnings: confession, fingering

word count: 4,119

summary: after a confession, things heat up

part one part three part four

“how can someone be so smart and so blind at the same time? i’m basically in love with you, dummy.”

and suddenly everything made sense to y/n. he was right; he always made time for her, even when he was on tour. 

she sat staring at her ice cream as it was melting in the cup. she was trying her best to process the new information, information she had only ever hoped to hear.

noah, on the other hand, was staring at her. he couldn’t believe that he just said that, just like that, on a day like today. 

“you can reject me and we’ll still be fine,” he finally broke the silence.

at this, she turned her eyes to him. he could almost see the question marks swirling in them. “why would i reject you?”

“you’ve been sitting in silence, staring at your ice cream, for the past five minutes, y/n. and i seriously mean it, we’ll be okay.”

“noah, i’m not going to reject you. i just…needed to process for a second because i’m basically in love with you. and i never in a million years thought you’d ever say that. i was content to just hope the feeling would go away on its own. also, you couldn’t have waited until i wasn’t a complete mess?”

“since fucking when?!” he all but shrieked. “i’ve been fighting the urge to tell you that i think about you 90% of the time ever since the day we met.”

“i’ve had a crush on you since the day we met…” she trailed off quietly. “i honestly thought you’d have caught on because of scarlett by now.”

“scarlett knew?!”

y/n looked at him with a dead stare, “we’re roommates, noah.”

“oh, yeah. okay that makes sense.”

a beat of silence.

“also, you aren’t a mess.”

“i’ve been crying for three days straight so my face is red and puffy and i need a shower.”

“not a mess,” he finally put his cup of half-melted ice cream in the cup holder and began to back out of the parking spot. he smiled when he saw her finally take her first bite.

“only 90%?” she asked with a small smirk.

“yeah, well. 5% is bad omens. and the other 5% is olive garden’s endless soups.”

“i’m honored. i thought the soup would be higher.”

“used to be. but then some girl had to waltz into my life.”

“i’m pretty sure i was dragged.”

“how much do i take up in that pretty little head of yours?”

“89%.”

“breakdown, please.”

“5% is ice cream. 5% is dedicated to school. and the last 1% goes to how fluffy ruffilo’s hair is.”

“cool cool cool. note to self: shave best friend’s head.”

“go near that man’s hair with anything remotely looking like clippers and i’ll never speak to you again,” she said, jokingly.

“ouch,” he feigned hurt by grabbing at his chest while sitting at a stoplight. 

“can i…ask a favor?” she asked as the light turned green and they started moving.

“you can ask me anything, anytime.”

“can you stay tonight? i think scarlett had made plans and she won’t go if i’m alone. unless you have plans already, of course,” she said, almost too quickly for him to process the question. 

“of course i’ll stay with you. i was kind of thinking about it anyway,” he answered. “let’s swing by my house first so i can grab some clothes. your favorite person is probably there by now too.”

“jolly?” her voice sounded hopeful.

“no, ruffilo. would you stop calling my bandmates your favorite person? i’m starting to get a complex.”

“i mean, if we’re completely honest with ourselves, my all time favorite person is andy.”

“why does he get number one?!” 

“i’ve known him longest.”

“but you’re in love with me. so i should be number one.” he still couldn’t believe his luck.

“i don’t think that’s how that works,” she put her now empty cup in the free cupholder.

“it is 100% how that works,” he said, pulling into the driveway of his house. 

he heard her unclick her seatbelt before he threw the car in park. when he turned to scold her, he found that she was already turned in her seat, looking at him. she was looking at him in a way he had never seen before. he slowly unclicked his own seatbelt and looked at her with a furrowed brow.

“i just…want to try something,” she said quietly, blush creeping up her neck.

“what’s that?”

as she leaned toward him, he felt himself leaning toward her, meeting her halfway. his eyes widened in shock as he felt her lips meet his before they fluttered shut and he cupped her cheek with a tattooed hand, deepening the kiss.

she pulled back slowly and placed her forehead to his. “you ever feel the need to try that again, you just do it. i’m game,” he said with a smile, causing her to laugh.

“let’s get your stuff,” she said in reply, starting to pull away from him. he stopped her by pulling her by the back of her neck back to him and kissing her again. she giggled into it and said against his lips, “noah.”

“that’s not gonna make me stop, doll,” he didn’t care how she said his name, just that she did.

“i don’t want to make out over the center console of your car,” she laughed again.

“well, fuck, get in the backseat then. it’s pretty spacious,” he said with a hint of seriousness. 

she fully pulled back from him and playfully slapped his chest. “it’s not like you’ll never see me again. you’re staying the night.”

“oh yeah. what’re we waiting for, i have clothes to grab.” he finally turned off the car and jumped out. 

she was shaking her head while laughing as she reached for the handle to the car door. she suddenly heard the door locks click. she looked up at noah who was standing at the front of the car, glaring at her before walking the rest of the way to her side. he unlocked the car and opened the door. “you’re no longer allowed to open doors.”

“but i’m perfectly capable?” she countered as she stepped out into the now brisk air. she shivered. 

“you are. but i’m taking over that role now,” he said, throwing an arm over her shoulders and pulling her to him. he kissed the side of her head as they walked to the front door. 

“what if you’re not there?” she asked as he unlocked and opened the door to the house. 

“nonsense. why wouldn’t i be there?”

“tour?”

“isn’t your program online?”

“what’s your point?”

“you can just come on tour. problem solved.”

“yeah! you should totally come on tour!” they heard a swedish accent ring out at them.

“jolly!”

“y/n!”

he was standing in the living room with his arms open as she ran into them. he swung her around, causing her to laugh. noah looked on at the scene with a small, appreciative smile. after the hell she had been through and then the last few days, she still had the ability to laugh. he knew then that she would be okay.

“you two carry on, i’ll just go get my stuff.”

“you do that,” jolly said, jokingly dismissive, causing noah to roll his eyes as he took off up the stairs. “ruffilo! y/n’s here!”

the guitarist walked in from the kitchen with a drink in hand, with folio in tow. “there she is! we were starting to think noah locked you away.”

“locked myself away, really,” she said, sheepishly. 

“don’t do that, we like having you around,” the drummer said, pulling her into a hug.

“so much so that you should totally come on tour with us!” jolly reiterated his statement from earlier.

“i can’t go on tour with you! who would look after scarlett?”

“scarlett’s a capable young woman,” jolly countered.

“to you she is, you don’t live with her.”

“fair. fine, she comes too.”

“it’ll be a family road trip with music,” ruffilo said with a laugh.

noah smiled to himself as he listened to the four of them have a back and forth while he packed his bag. he decided to pack enough clothes for a week, just in case she needed him that long. really, it was him that would probably need her. he was forever grateful that his bandmates and y/n were so close, it certainly made his life all the easier. 

when he finished, he took the stairs two at a time down. “come one, doll. scarlett probably thinks i kidnapped you.”

“didn’t you though?” folio asked, smirk playing on his face. 

“she came willingly.”

“he bribed me with ice cream.”

“that’ll work every time,” jolly laughed.

“speaking of ice cream,” noah had a sudden realization. “mine’s melting in the car.”

“it’ll do that,” ruffilo stated. he was the closest to y/n out of the other three members of bad omens. he knew something was off with her, he could see the tear stains on her face even in the dim light. but he didn’t say anything, just threw a look to noah when no one else was looking. noah threw one back in response as y/n stood up from the couch and hugged the three of them. 

“seriously, consider it?” jolly asked of her about tour.

“i’ll consider it,” she promised as she walked toward noah who was holding out his hand for her. 

no one batted an eye as she linked their fingers together and waved goodbye.

back in the car, she laughed as she looked at the melted puddle of ice cream in the cup. “you have milk soup.”

“yeah, well. a pretty girl said something about being in love with me and that took precedence.”

she coughed, choking on her laugh. he shook his head as he threw the cups away in the dumpster outside the house before taking his seat in the driver’s seat. 

the drive to her house was relatively quiet, the radio playing quietly in the background. his left hand gripped the steering wheel as his right laid on her thigh. she was tracing the ink that littered his skin on his hand and arm. 

there was an air of apprehension in the vehicle, not thick but there. he’d spent the night at her house many times but never under these circumstances and usually on the couch. would he default to the couch or would she invite him to sleep in her bed? he decided he didn’t care, as long as he could check on her whenever he needed.

when they pulled into the driveway of her house, they noticed that andy’s car was missing but scarlett’s was still there. it was still a couple hours before her plans so she was probably getting ready.

noah grabbed his bag and opened the passenger door, holding out his free hand to her as she stepped out of the car. they walked through the still unlocked front door and were met with the sound of music permeating the house, sounds that meant scarlett was indeed getting ready.

noah started toward the living room after they took their shoes off at the door with his bag but felt a tug on his arm causing him to look back at y/n. “where you going?” she asked. 

“couch?”

“you can put your stuff in my room, it’s okay.”

he beamed at her as they walked down the hall. he entered her room as she stepped into scarlett’s to let her know the plan. 

he set his bag on the bed and wandered around, looking for the plug for the lights. when he finally found it, he turned the blue lights on and felt a weight suddenly depart from him. it felt more normal now. he straightened the piles of books on the floor and put the clothes he found there in the hamper in her bathroom before settling on her bed and fumbling for the remote to the tv.

y/n peeked around the corner into scarlett’s bathroom, silently asking permission to enter. it was granted, it’s always granted.

“there’s light in your eyes again, my love,” the other woman turned and pulled her into a hug. “remind me to thank the boy. and the inventor of ice cream.” 

y/n laughed, causing scarlett to smile brightly. her best friend was going to be okay.

“so,” y/n started as she absentmindedly started picking up various makeup that was scattered on the bathroom counter. “noah’s staying the night.”

“i figured.”

“and i might have kissed him.”

scarlett’s arm dropped from her eye. “YOU DIDN’T?!Y/N!”

“i did,” she hid behind her hands.

“and?”

“and he kissed back and before that he said he loved me and i confessed to him. it was very sweet.”

“FINALLY!”

the two women heard a knock on scarlett’s closed bedroom door. “yes?” she called.

“is everything okay in there? there’s a lot of yelling…” noah trailed off. 

scarlett took three big steps to the door and pulled it open. “listen here, singer boy. just because i happen to enjoy your friendship does not mean i won’t end you so help me god.”

“help me out here?” he looked to y/n, who was sitting on the bed, smiling at scarlett’s antics. 

“i told her.”

“oh, that makes more sense now. i got a nearly identical speech from the guys when i told them just now.”

“good,” scarlett said, heading back to the bathroom to finish applying her makeup.

“now both of you, out. this requires concentration,” she held up a false eyelash.

“love you,” y/n said as she walked out the door.

“love you more,” scarlett replied as the door shut.

“you two have the strangest relationship,” noah said with a laugh as they entered y/n’s room again.

“yeah, well,” y/n said as she rummaged through her dresser for clean clothes. 

“hey, before you go in there,” noah started, realizing that she was about to take a shower. “where on earth is your remote?”

“oh! it’s in the pocket of the long pillow,” she walked to where she was laying when he first found her today and plucked the remote from the side pocket of the pillow and handed it to him. 

“thank you, doll.”

she hummed as she shut the bathroom door. he heard the shower speaker turn on and music start to pour out of it as the water turned on. he smiled when he heard her singing along to “like a villain” and laughed when it was followed by a bts song which was followed by the doors. that was one of the things he loved about her, she didn’t care about genre when it came to music, she just liked what she liked. 

after about 30 minutes, he heard the speaker turn off and the door open. he was met with steam rolling into the bedroom.

“christ, woman, did you commune with satan in there?”

“not this time. just needed to feel clean.”

“and do you?”

“mhmm,” she said as she flopped on the other side of the bed. “you turned my lights back on,” she observed.

“is that okay?”

she rolled over to look at him. the tear stains were gone, her eyes were brighter than earlier. “definitely.”

he let whatever he put on the tv play in the background as he slid down to lay down facing her. “do you feel better?” he asked, quietly as he combed through her damp hair with his fingers. 

her eyes closed at the contact. “so much, thank you.”

“it’s all you, doll.”

“no, it’s not. it’s all of you guys.”

he smiled and pulled her to him. after another 30 minutes had passed there was a quiet knock at the door. he turned, just enough to see scarlett poke her head in. y/n lifted her head, eyes groggy from falling asleep, and placed her chin on his side as she too looked at her best friend.

“i’m heading out. i don’t know when i’ll be home tonight, if i’ll be home tonight,” she wiggled her eyebrows. 

“get it, girl,” y/n said sleepily, causing the other two to laugh.

“take care of her, yeah?” scarlett said to noah.

“of course. have fun.”

“oh, i intend to,” she cackled as she closed the door. 

“she really is her own character,” noah chuckled.

“she is. but she balances me out.”

“i can see that. go back to sleep, doll,” he kissed her forehead.

“no,” she said defiantly. 

“no?” he cocked an eyebrow as she looked up at him.

“no,” she placed a hand on his cheek before placing her lips to his again.

this time was less tentative on both their parts as they moved in sync, deepening the kiss. she started to lean back, pulling him on top of her. he moved with her, letting her lead, knowing she’d stop them when things went too far for her. 

he let one of his hands wander down her side, stopping at her hip. he felt her hook her leg to his waist and let his hand continue to the back of her thigh, holding her there. he groaned when she moved against him. he kissed down her jaw, down her neck, and lightly bit the hollow spot, causing her to gasp.  her hands were in his hair as he sucked on the hollow of her neck where he had bitten. he ground his hips into hers, his covered hardness finding her clothed core. she moaned at the contact, spurring him on. he kissed back up her neck and found her lips again, their tongues fought for dominance, his ultimately winning as she moaned again as he ground his hips into hers again. he kissed down the other side of her jaw and to her neck, giving her some breathing time.

“noah,” she breathed out.

“do we need to stop?” he asked, breathing hard. 

“no, not yet.”

he looked her in the eye, her pupils were blown and he could feel her breath on his face. “you’re not just saying that, are you?”

“no. i need…” she trailed off.

“what do you need, baby? you need only ask, i’ll give you anything you want.”

“i need you to touch me, please,” she whined.

“because you asked so nicely,” he sensed there was more to her request. “what else do you need?”

“no need, just want.”

“well, what do you want?”

“your shirt off.”

“done,” he sat up and pulled the garment over his head and threw it to the ground. his eyes fluttered shut when her hands started to trail down his torso. after a moment he grabbed both her wrists in his hand and held them above her head. a brief thought entered his head, “is this okay?”

she nodded.

“words, baby. words.”

“it’s okay,” she breathed out. 

“good girl,” he purred as he leaned down to connect their lips again. his free hand traveled under her shirt. she moaned in his mouth when he started to massage her unobstructed breast. she whined when he rolled his hips into hers once again. she let out a breath as he moved his hand down her stomach toward the waistband of her shorts. he let his fingers slip just passed the elastic and stopped there. he looked at her, her eyes closed as she tried to control her breathing. “still okay?”

she nodded again.

“baby,” he warned. 

“still okay,” she let out a shaky breath as she opened her eyes to look at him. he saw no hesitation, only a softness he had never seen before.

he nodded and, still looking in her eyes, allowed his hand to travel further into her shorts and under her underwear. tentatively, he ran a finger up her folds. she was so wet, his finger was instantly coated. he reveled in the fact that it was him that made her this wet. he slowly pushed his forefinger into her, watching for any change in her body language. after pumping his finger a few times, he asked, “think you can take another? use your words like the good girl you are.”

“yes, noah,” she said, looking him in the eye as he started to insert a second finger. her breath hitched at the stretch, her eyes screwed shut. when she breathed again it came out shakier than before.

“baby,” noah started.

“it’s okay. i’m okay,” he wasn’t sure if she was saying it to him or herself.

“baby, look at me,” her eyes slowly opened. “this does not have to continue right now.”

“no, it’s okay,” she smiled at him, her hand pulling free of his constraint and caressing his cheek. he leaned into her touch before he continued his ministrations inside her. 

her hand made its way to his hair, she tugged ever so slightly every time she clenched around his fingers, causing him to moan. when her breath started coming out in short bursts, he let go of her other hand which quickly attached itself to his bicep, her fingernails digging into his inked skin. she let out a whine with each breath. he could tell she was close.

“it’s okay, baby. let go,” he whispered in her ear. and she did, the sound she made he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. he pumped his fingers in her as she rode out her first-ever orgasm. “look at you, my sweet girl, so beautiful,” he said as she started to come down. 

he pulled his fingers out, not breaking eye contact as he brought them to his lips. his eyes shut as he relished the taste of her on his tongue. one day, maybe not so far out, he would be able to taste her from the source; he almost couldn’t wait.

“woah,” she breathed out, causing him to chuckle.

“woah indeed,” he said as he pressed his lips to hers in a short kiss before rolling over to the other side of the bed to catch his breath.

she turned on her side, facing him, and brushed the hair that had fallen on his forehead. he hummed as he felt her fingers on his skin.

as if he had forgotten something, he sat straight up. “i need to take a very quick, hopefully, shower.”

“but,” she started. “why?”

he looked at his lap and back at her with a cocked eyebrow. she followed his eyeline and blushed. “oh. i mean, i could…” she trailed off. 

“as much as i have dreamed to feel your hands or mouth on me, and believe me i dreamed, i think it’s best to do this one step at a time.”

“oh,” was all she said as she looked away.

“doll, look at me,” he pleaded, she did. “if you still want to tomorrow, i’m all yours. hell, i’m all yours anyway.”

“promise?”

“promise. on olive garden’s never-ending soup, i promise,” he said with a faux seriousness causing her to giggle. “now, you watch whatever the hell is on the tv and try to go to sleep. i’ll be right back.”

“‘kay,” she said as she turned to the tv.

he made the short distance to the bathroom and shut the door. leaning his back against it, he smiled, giddy. then he looked down and sighed. “i must be an idiot,” he said to himself as he turned on the shower. ”girl of my dreams practically begging to touch me and i turn her down,” he said as he stripped and stepped into the shower.

he hissed as he wrapped his hand around his aching member. at least he didn’t have to conjure up a fantasy this time; he just thought of a few minutes ago. her head tilted back, mouth open, fingers digging into his skin. he pumped himself until he came and watched the result wash down the drain before washing himself, using her products.

when he emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel because he forgot his shorts, he saw her curled up on top of the blanket fast asleep. he smiled to himself as he rummaged through his bag in search of shorts. 

once dressed, he climbed into what he is now deeming his spot and pulled the blanket out from under her and placed it over the two of them. he wrapped his arm around her and she moved so her head was on his shoulder and her leg was thrown over his.

he went to sleep with a smile on his face that night.

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[ladyveronikawrites]

Impolite Masterpost

Pairing: Pairings labeled at each chapter; this is a BO polyverse fic

Summary: You are a professional service submissive; or to your vanilla friends - a personal assistant. While on vacation, you get an offer for your services you can't refuse. After you accept Mr. Joakim Karlsson's offer for your services; you get thrust into the wild world that is the band, Bad Omens.

CW: Listed on each chapter

word count: 11k

 *This is real-person fiction. Real people in fictitious situations. If this is not your thing, please find another story to read. Contains BSDM dominant/submissive lifestyle content. *

Minors please do not interact.

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

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[badnoahmens]

Sweep Me Off My Feet

Noah Sebastian x Reader

A/N: this was an anon request - I hope I did you proud! “Reader and him are bffs and she gets really depressed staying alone during the shutdown, so Noah picks her up and she ends up living with him during it all. So everyone else in the band quickly realizes that they are more than besties, just in the way they act with each other.”

42 days into this ‘lockdown’, you think. 42 days since it was all over the news, ‘stay in your house, don’t leave unless it's for a medical reason. Blah blah blah’. The panic has started to subside, people are somewhat used to the idea now, despite how upsidedown the world is seeming. The days were just so long, and the nights seemed to drag on forever. There wasn’t really an end in sight, just more and more delays of the inevitable. “Lockdown extended another week…month… the rest of our lives”.

There was only one thing helping you get through this, and that was Noah. He would be the one who always answered the phone, answered the messages, sent you hilarious videos or photos of himself. It was this connection that was what was stopping you from going insane.

Your house was otherwise empty. You lived on your own, along with your dying house plants. A blanket of darkness was getting ever so comfortable to live in, and it was becoming dangerous. You would go days without showering, the house was a mess, and the food you were eating could barely even be called edible.

It was 4pm, and you still hadn’t left the couch. Staring mind-numbingly at the TV as a show that auto-played in front of you. It was like your brain was paralyzing you, stopping from being alive. Instead, just existing; taking up space.

The only light in the room came from the TV as figures from an unknown show ran about their lives. The curtains were shut and all the doors and windows closed. A sudden brrrrrrrr from your phone drew you out of the shroud you were in, the phone screen lighting up with a new message.

Noah: Have you drank any water today?

You scoff. Was this man stalking you?

You reply: since when are you tracking my vitals?

You stand, bones creaking and cracking as you finally show some sign of life, and then saunter over to the kitchen. A cup that looks relatively clean sits by the sink, so you fill it up with water and drink it as quickly as you can.

Your phone lights up again.

Noah: You just drank some, didn’t you?

Your response? Nothing. He knows he’s right. You won’t even need to say anything.

Noah: knew it.

You: shut up.

You look down at your phone, and then around at the house. It was embarrassing. The smell was suddenly becoming apparent, and it was a concoction of body sweat, dampness and something else that might have been the dead plant.

You sigh. Knowing this wasn’t any way to live. Leaving the TV playing, you walk upstairs and to the bathroom, twisting the handles in the shower so the water comes pouring down. The steam begins to hollow out and you strip from your clothes, tossing them to the side. The waterfall feels clean, it envelopes you and you close your eyes in bliss. Why has this been so hard to do? The scent of your shampoo brings a slight smile to your face when you wash your hair, and it may just be because you were proud of yourself just for doing that. As you rinse your hair, there was a noise from outside the bathroom. A bang. Then a crash. Then a… clink?

Your heartbeat rises. Someone else was there, it wasn’t from the tv and you knew it. With shaking hands you shut off the shower and grasp your towel, wrapping your body in it roughly. Your mind starts to race. Will they leave without knowing you were there? Will they find you? What will they do if they do? Looking around the room, you panic when your phone is missing. It’s still downstairs. Fuck.

The footfalls grow louder as they climb the stairs, slowly. And then, as though he knows you would be hiding, Noah calls out.

“Are you home? It’s just me! Please don't attack me!”

The breath you were holding onto finally is let out, and you stomp over to the door, swinging it open aggressively.

“What the fuck, Noah!” You yell at him, hair dripping onto the floor as he stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. His hair was longer now, coming close to sitting on his shoulders. His dark brown eyes were wide as they stared at you, in a towel, in the middle of the hallway, with an angry expression twisted in your face. “I thought you were coming to kill me!”

It was then that you noticed a bag in his hand, a garbage bag, full of the rubbish that has been littering your house for weeks. “Are you cleaning?”

He still is looking at you, “I thought it would help…” he says sheepishly.

“Why are you cleaning?” you ask, quite literally dumbfounded.

“I know what you’re like. This isn’t healthy. I’m cleaning and you’re going to pack a bag and come live with us” he stated matter-of-factly.

“Come live with you?”

He nods his head, then turns and walks into your bedroom. You see the light in the room shift as he slides the curtains and opens the window, letting a light breeze slowly waft into the room and down towards you. You’re still confused as you see him rummaging around in your bedroom, throwing rubbish into a bag, then looking up to meet your confused stare.

“I can pack a bag for you if you’re just going to stand there” he remarks, and you respond quickly.

“I’ll pack myself, thank you very much. I’ve seen your fashion sense and I don’t trust you”

“What do you mean!” Noah calls back in disbelief.

“Grass shoes!” You yell back.

He stands in silence for a moment. “Enough said,” he states finally in defeat.

As you walk into your room, you start to feel overwhelmed watching Noah already having a full bag of trash. He was here all of 5 minutes and had done more around the house than you had in a month. Guilt started to eat away at the pit of your stomach, and Noah noticed the energy shift in the room. When he looked at you tears started to form.

“Hey…. Hey hey hey hey” he says, dropping the bag and coming to your side, wrapping his long arms around you. You bury your head in his chest and loop your arms around him. Breathing in his scent helped, but it didn’t stop the tears completely.

“I can stop if it’s not helping”

“No, please, I’m just sorry. It’s a lot. I haven’t seen you in so long”

“I know, but I knew I had to do something.”

It took all of a few hours to get the house into a relatively clean state. With bags of rubbish out of the way, clothes and dishes put back into their place, weeks of dirt and grime finally cleaned, you started to feel alive again. There was something about spending time with Noah that made you feel better. When the sun was starting to set, your house looked normal, bags were packed, and you were closing the door behind you as you left and walked towards Noah’s car.

The drive back to his house was quiet. You watched out the window as the view zoomed past. It seemed odd being outside, to be moving somewhere especially when you were not supposed to be leaving your house. But this was essential. This was for a medical reason. If Noah had not come to help you, who knows how long it would have taken to start completely falling apart.

When you finally pulled into the driveway, Noah stepped out and collected your bags, then headed straight inside having you follow him in. Although it was early, you were exhausted.

“I think I might just go straight to bed,” you murmur to Noah. He nods, then leads you to a bedroom. It was mostly bare, but it would be perfect. After how much clutter you had been surrounded with lately, the minimalism was refreshing.

You drop your bags on the bed, then turn to see Noah at the door.

“If you need anything, you know to come find me” he speaks softly. You nod in response. He then closes the door leaving you with nothing but yourself.

You look around the room. A bed was pushed up against the wall. A painting hung opposite it, and a plant stood tall in the corner by the door. The view out of the window showed the tall tree that stood in the backyard by the timber fence, and it looked like there were a few small birds taking up residence in a nest off one of the branches. You smiled at the birds, admiring their own peacefulness. They were content. Happy. Living with what they had. You were determined to get there yourself.

After a restless night’s sleep, you awoke to the sun shining through the window. The birds had left for the morning, possibly to get their food, and you decided you needed to do the same.

As you exit out of your new bedroom, the house is quiet aside from the muffled sounds of the tv from around the corner. You come around to see the animated faces of unknown characters playing out. It was an anime, and you were unfamiliar, but you did recognise the back of 2 heads facing the screen with their back to you. Noah and Jolly were sitting down on a couch lost in the adventure they were watching. You rounded the couch and slumped next to them. Nothing needed to be said, and nothing was said. They just shifted over to give you more room and continued on with their show.

This is what you needed. This new normal. With people around you. People that made you smile, made you actually want to get up in the morning, and to watch funny shows with.

As the anime continued, you started to ask some questions. “So who’s side are we supposed to be on?” “Aren’t they supposed to be the bad guy?” “What do you mean they just died?” “How old are these characters supposed to be?”

Noah and Jolly answered every single one of them, explaining plot points, theories and sometimes even loopholes in the storytelling.

After an hour, Jolly left to retreat to the kitchen, leaving yourself and Noah sitting side by side. He looked over at you, sharing a smile, and threw his arm over your shoulder. The action made you fall onto his side, a strangely comforting feeling after being so distant for so long. But a feeling that you knew you could get used to pretty quick.

2 months have passed now. You were still living with Noah and the boys. He still made you laugh and smile like you never had before. The days were simple, spending time with each other, watching shows, writing music, and playing games. But tonight it was another night on the couch. It became a tradition these days to all be sprawled out, limbs over limbs, invading personal space, all in an effort to spend quality time together and work as a close unit of friends. It felt so natural with them, they were beyond welcoming, and made you feel like a part of the family.

Just like all the nights that had passed previously, Nick was the first to go, standing with a sigh, rubbing his belly, and sauntering off into his room. Next to follow was Jolly, after many arguments about his falling asleep during the show, he finally admitted defeat and retreated back to his bedroom.

This left you and Noah alone. The growing haze of sleepiness was creeping ever so close to taking over. Your eyelids felt so heavy that it was impossible to keep them open. I’ll just rest my eyes for a minute, you say to yourself, knowing full well this was the biggest lie. It was mere seconds until the dream state took you under.

You were abruptly awoken by the feeling of rummaging coming from beneath you. Lifting your head from its place, you peer between the slits of your open eyes. You’re met with Noah’s face looking at you, perplexed and a little worried.

“Go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you” he whispers in a soft tone, a little raspy and sleepy himself.

Twisting your head you can see you laying by his side, squished between his body and the back of the couch pillows. Noah was laying on his back, dangling close to the edge, one leg hanging off at the knee to stop from slipping off altogether. His hands rested on your back, gliding up and down in a soothing motion. His arm was twisted around your side, with you nestled comfortably and quite perfectly fitted under his arm with head resting on his chest.

A hand of yours was tucked under your head, and it takes a second to realize how you got here. When you fell asleep, you must have slipped down onto Noah, and him being the gentleman he is, didn’t want to wake you. Was he asleep himself? By the look of his hair, spread across the beige pillow in a tangled mess, it’d be a good guess to say that he was.

You lay your head down once more, gazing drizzly up at Noah, who tenderly brushed some of the loose strands of hair away from your face.

“You know you talk in your sleep” he uttered quietly, as if not to disturb the peacefulness of the moment.

Still half asleep, you close your eyes and sigh.

“I was afraid of that” you whisper.

“It was adorable,” he says, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Noah leans his head down, straining it at an almost awkward angle, to meet your face. Suddenly, you weren’t so sleepy anymore. He was so close. His breath washed over your face and wafted down past your neck. He was lingering, slow, questioningly. Did he want this? Did you? Shivers were running down your spine, possibly from the surge of butterflies in your stomach. Noah was your friend, your closest friend, and would this ruin it? Thoughts were running wild in your head, dancing dangerously close to ruining what was about to happen.

Noah notices, he sees you hesitate, and he pulls back. Your stomach drops.

“I’m sorry, I-“ he starts.

You interrupt him by leaning up and meeting his lips with yours. He flinched at the impact, but didn't pull back. Instead, his lips move like yours, mimicking the motion you create, parting slightly to allow just that tiny bit more of a connection. You slide up, straddling Noah so that your thighs are at the sides of his torso, moving your hands so they are on either side of his face, fingers tangling with his long hair in a feeble attempt to ground yourself in the moment. His hands move too, gingerly griping at your hips, but not as to hold, but to caress. You feel a tremor of anticipation across your body, the light pressure that he creates between you two, rolling his body to be closer to yours, makes the sensation even more intimate.

You’re still kissing him, heavily. His mouth parts more, flicking the tip of his tongue over your lips as though to ask for more. You respond with the same motion, with tongues now intertwining as you begin to taste him. The fears and worries from before are long gone, and all that you could think of now was him, was that he wants this just as much as you do.

The intensity between you and Noah grows more. It's as if the universe has narrowed down to this singular moment, where every touch, every sensation, becomes heightened and electrifying. The taste of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the softness of his skin — it all consumes your senses.

With each passing second, the kiss deepens, evolving into something more profound and passionate. Your tongues dance together, exploring the uncharted territory of each other's mouths. It's a delicate balance between fervor and tenderness, a beautiful symphony of desire and affection, orchestrated perfectly just for the two of you.

Noah's hands glide up your sides, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. As his hands slip beneath your shirt, his fingers gently caress your skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body and intensifying the sensation. Time becomes irrelevant as you revel in this newfound closeness. The outside world ceases to exist, and it's just the two of you, entwined in an embrace that speaks volumes without uttering a single word. In this intimate dance, you feel a profound sense of trust and vulnerability, knowing that you are sharing something special and rare.

You can feel him begin to writhe beneath you, legs shifting and pressing against the space between yours. You pause momentarily, letting the moment linger, before reciprocating the same passion, grinding down with your hips to create friction between your clothes. The moan that elicits from Noah echoes into your mouth, the feeling of pleasure taking over him for a moment. As the kiss lingers, your hands wander, discovering the contours of each other's bodies. His hands now gripping desperately at your body, one cinched below your thigh, pulling it up closer to him, the other hooked around the back of your neck, thumb rubbing delicate shapes into your skin. Every touch, every caress, elicits a gasp or a sigh from both of you, like a plea for more.

But eventually, the need for air becomes undeniable, and you reluctantly break the kiss, your lips still tingling from the connection. Breathless and flushed, you meet Noah's gaze, searching for reassurance and affirmation. He looks back at you, with the same search in his eyes. Almost like he’s looking for answers too, like he’s asking if he could continue. You lean your forehead against Noah's, your breaths intermingling as you revel in the afterglow of that passionate kiss. Both of you are out of breath, panting in an effort to regain some kind of consciousness. Time seems to stand still, as if the universe itself is holding its breath, acknowledging the significance of this shared moment. That is, until the rattle of the fridge door, and the flood of its light tears you from the moment, violently throwing you back to the reality around you. With a jolt, your head darts towards the source, the silhouette of Jolly in the fridge gives you your answer.

“Bout time you guys kiss and make up” he says, with such a carefree nature, a hint of humor playing in his last words. “Nick, you owe me 20!” He calls, exiting the room and around the corner.

“We’re they fucking, or just making out?” You hear Nick call from another room.

“Just making out. Thank Christ” Jolly answers to himself, leaving you and Noah to giggle, flushed red with embarrassment. Despite being caught in the act, it didn’t dampen the mood. You were still straddling Noah, but sitting more upright now. He sits up, readjusting so you sit atop his lap. He brushes a loose strand behind your ear, and looks at you tenderly.

It might be the lack of oxygen, but the way the colorful light from the tv dances on Noah’s face makes him seem more beautiful, like something you’ve never seen in him before.

In the room's shifting shadows, the illustrations decorating his neck come alive, dancing in the changing colors that starkly contrast with the white of his shirt. His hair was a mess, tangled and knitted from your fingers, but it was his eyes, and the way they looked into your soul, that made you feel at home. With your hands draped around his neck, you lean in once more, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He closes his eyes and leans into you again, pushing his hands against your back to make you closer to him as you both revel in the fleeting moment. Even if it did change things in the future, you didn’t care.

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[roycevelvet]

Darkness at the heart of my love

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x reader Warnings: none Notes: again, don't know where this is going, many ideas, never an ending hihi. Also, listen to this song, it was my muse for this thing/chapter whatever you wanna call it lol.

You traced the faded design on your chipped nail polish, lost in memories of a summer filled with his laughter and stolen kisses. It seemed like ages ago, those sunny days when his voice was always there, comforting and familiar. Now, as you waited for him to answer the phone, you couldn't help but feel the weight of all that had shifted.

"Hey, babe" Noah's voice finally rasped through the phone, heavy with sleep. It was the first time you'd heard from him in days.

"Hey" you forced a smile. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."

He chuckled, but it lacked its usual warmth. "Sorry, busy week. Soundchecks, interviews, you know...”

You bit your lip, pushing down the familiar pang of loneliness. "Yeah, I figured," you mumbled. You weren't sure if you were more hurt by the missed calls or the casual dismissal of your absence, like he hadn't missed you at all.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions. Finally, you gathered your courage. "So, when do you think we can have a proper talk? It’s been a while since, you know, we’ve had an actual conversation that lasted longer than 5 minutes.”

"Honestly, (Y/N), it's been crazy. I don't know when things will settle down."

The truth stung. You knew it wasn't just the tour schedule anymore. He wasn't making the effort, and your once vibrant connection felt like a fading radio signal, distorted and barely there.

"Okay," you said, your voice cracking slightly. "I understand."

You ended the call quickly as you didn't want him to hear you cry. The quiet in your small apartment felt overwhelming, tears welled in your eyes. It made it hard to see as you scrolled through X.

Among the bright lights and pictures of concerts, there he was. Noah, laughing with a bunch of fans, his arm around a pretty blonde girl, her smile big and happy.

A wave of nausea washed over you. You knew, logically, that he was a celebrity, bound to interact with fans. But the sight of him so close to another woman, the intimacy of his touch, ignited a jealousy you hadn't anticipated.

It wasn't just jealousy, though. It was a deeper feeling of insecurity that had been bothering you for weeks. It ate away at your confidence, leaving you feeling empty inside. You started to wonder if you were just a temporary fix in his glamorous world when he came back home.

Every time Noah didn't respond to your messages or calls, it felt like a punch in the gut. You felt completely alone, like you were drowning in a sea of uncertainty, desperately clinging to the hope that Noah would throw you a lifeline.

But he never did. Instead, he brushed aside your attempts to share your feelings, making empty promises and offering half-hearted apologies. It felt like he didn't really care about you anymore, as if you didn't matter in the grand scheme of his busy life.

When you called, he was always laughing with someone in the background, always busy, always talking. Other times, he was tired, his voice heavy with exhaustion, or sleepy, his words slurred as he struggled to stay awake. But his attention was never one hundred percent on you. It was as if he existed in a world that never slowed down, a whirlwind that left little room for anything else, for anyone else.

One evening, as you sat alone, feeling sad and listening to music, how poetic. The lyrics of "Darkness at the Heart of My Love," the song you and Noah shared, echoed around the room. Now, the lyrics felt hollow, a cruel reminder of a love that couldn't survive the distance.

A bitter smile twisted your lips. The summer had died, taking your love with it. You finally understood Noah's silence. It wasn't just about the tour schedule; it was about him choosing a different path, a path that didn't include you.

The anger that had been simmering beneath finally boiled over. You grabbed your phone and dialed his number, your fingers trembling slightly. He answered after the first ring, his voice laced with surprise.

"Is that it, Noah?" you began, your voice surprisingly steady despite the storm raging within you. "Is this how it ends? With unanswered calls and texts and photos with girls who look like they stepped out of a magazine?"

The silence on the other end was heavy and suffocating. Noah was surprised by your sudden outburst, his usually quick response delayed as he struggled with your words. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Noah spoke.”I… I don't know what to say, (Y/N). It's not like that."

He sighed. Did he just fucking sigh at your words? This making you even angrier than you already were.

"Then what is it like, Noah?" you asked, raging. "Why do I feel like I'm always waiting for you, but you don’t seem to need me?”

There was a pause, a long silence again. And then, Noah's voice said “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I've been so caught up in everything... I didn't mean to make you feel this way."

His words made you feel hopeful at first. But then doubt crept in, whispering that maybe he did mean it to make you feel this way. After all, he had been practically ignoring you for weeks, so why would things suddenly change now?

"Tell me, Noah," you continued, your voice shaking slightly as you recite the lyrics of your shared song. "Does your love have a darkness? Does it run cold, deep, like the lyrics you so readily quote all the time?"

Noah's answer came quickly, his words rushing out. "No, (Y/N), it's not like that. I love you, I really do. But... I've been struggling with everything."

You listened, feeling a tug on your heart with each word he said. But even as he opened up about his struggles, you couldn't shake the lingering question: why hadn't he reached out to you sooner? Why had he left you feeling lost and alone, without any explanation?

"Goodbye, Noah," you said, the weight of the word crushing you as much as it crushed him.

You didn't wait for a response. You didn't need one. You ended the call, the silence on the other end told you everything you needed to know.

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But the silence wouldn't last forever. Occasionally, you'd be brought back to reality by the harsh ringtone cutting through silence. Your heart would skip a beat, hoping it was Noah finally reaching out, but it was never Noah.

Everything seemed to remind you of him, yet you never felt lonelier. You couldn't help but wonder why Noah never bothered to reach out, not even once. Did you really mean that little to him? Were you really that disposable?

In the days after, you kept busy with work or watching Netflix late into the night, trying to avoid thinking about Noah. But he was always there, like a ghost in your thoughts.

You tried to find comfort in your usual daily routine, but it couldn't fill the emptiness. The coffee tasted bitter, hanging out with friends felt empty, and the nights felt long and lonely.

You tried to move on, exploring new things and even going on a few dates. But every new situationship felt like a weak copy of what you had with Noah. He had made a big impression on your heart, and no matter how much time passed or how far you went, you couldn't forget it.

Despite the hurt, there was a small shimmer of hope. You wished, deep down, that someday he would return, willing to fight for you. Though you felt really silly and stupid for even dare to think this way.

But even as you struggled with everything, life kept marching on. You started to find joy again in unexpected places, glimpses of happiness.

And slowly, ever so slowly, the ache in your heart began to simmer down. It didn't disappear entirely – you doubted it ever would – but it became more bearable, a constant companion rather than an overwhelming force.

You threw yourself into your passions, rediscovering the things that brought you joy before Noah had come crashing into your life. Music became your refuge once more, the melodies and lyrics you hadn't realized you'd been missing.

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One evening, a couple of months later, you had a small gig at a nearby bar. It was a simple chance to share your songs with a small crowd which you really appreciated. 

The concert was fantastic, but you did feel kinda relieved when it ended. As you left the stage, still buzzing with adrenaline, you were met with cheers and applause from the small but enthusiastic crowd. Lottie and Taylor, your ever-supportive best friends, beaming with excitement.

“(Y/N), you were absolutely stunning out there!" Lottie exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Seriously, (Y/N), that was incredible," Taylor chimed in, her voice filled with genuine admiration. "You absolutely smashed it!"

You smiled at your friends, feeling grateful for their constant support. Together, you moved through the crowd, settling into a cozy booth.

The air was filled with the scent of beer and the sound of people chatting and clinking glasses. Laughter and shared memories filled the air, recalling inside jokes and cherished memories.

They skillfully avoided mentioning Noah though, as they were fuming with him for how he had broken their best friend down to a shadow of herself. 

You were thankful for them, as they had been there since the start, helping you through the heartbreak.

As the night went on and the drinks kept coming, you got lost in the fun with your friends, forgetting about time and how much you had to drink. But just when you were starting to relax and enjoy the moment, you felt someone looking at you.

You turned around and saw Noah, his expression hard to figure out but somehow familiar. And in that quick moment, it was just the two of you, silently looking at each other. Everything else around you disappearing.

To be continued.

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Say My Name - Part Two (nsfw)

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x ofc

cw: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, P in V, unsafe sex (wrap it up folks), D/s undertones.

18+ Minors DNI

summary: Nicholas Ruffilo has been a fixture in Kaia's life for so long she couldn't imagine it without him. Even after he left for LA and his life of stardom took off.. the only problem, she never got the nerve to tell him how she felt about him. Could one more tattoo change everything?

words: 2209

author’s note: Part two, I promised the smut... I have no idea how good it is.. I.. yea. I tried lmfao. In my head it was fun lollll All unbeta'd, reader beware lol.

ALL COMMENTS ARE WELCOME!

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“I want you to say my name like that again.”

Hearing those words from Nick left Kaia in a state of shock for a moment, her eyes widened as she stared at him, his hands warm on her leg, rubbing gently as if to sooth her, like he thought she was a wild animal about to start running. Another moan slipped from her lips however when she realised that that wasn’t what he was going at all, his hand on her inner thigh was rubbing those circles up over the paper stencil of the tattoo higher up her leg, creeping up higher, and higher.. She shuddered as she felt those gloved covered fingertips stroking the line at the edge where her skirt barely was tucked into her underwear..

“Ky, when I’m done with you Sweetheart, you won’t be moaning anyone else’s name like that. Ever, again.”

And fuck, she’d never thought Nick would exactly be the possessive type, he was so very chill and easy going, but damn, if seeing the way his eyes were staring at her as he tugged her shirt from her underwear and proceeded to pull his hands away so he could remove his gloves, that was the hottest thing she had ever heard come from him.

He never had to worry though. Not that she managed to get those words out, that would mean being able to put thoughts together right now. Instead, now, as she saw Nick’s gloves come off, she was peeling the tattoo stencil from her leg and carefully discarding it aside, time for the tattoo was done, as much as she had been looking forward to this tattoo time with Nick, oh, the feeling of his hands on her, the thrill of those words, the possibilities that he was presenting to her, even for just one moment? She couldn’t pass that up.

Just one moment. One moment to bask in the sun.

He had turned away to shift his things away from the couch he’d set her on. If they were in the store, she wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable, and maybe she should think twice before she lifted her sun dress over her head and just dropped it to the side. When he was looking back to her, she swore she saw his eyes darken as they racked down her body, taking her in.. all the artwork, so much of it his.. Her bare form exposed, left in nothing but her bra and underwear..

“Damn, Sweetheart, you are something else.”

Nick had seen almost all of her in one way or another.. Almost all of her tattoos had been done by female artists, for obvious reasons, which he understood, while she loved him, she was a private person with body issues and having the man she was in love with tattoo intimate parts of her body… even just her thigh today was pushing it! Still, looking at her here and now, and seeing her before him, Kaia watched the way he took her in and she couldn’t even imagine what was going through that talented mind of his.

“Nick…”

Breathless as she watched him stand up, he was lifting his shirt over his head, next came his belt, and his pants and boxers were falling around his ankles leaving him in nothing, completely nothing. She unclipped her bar from her back and tossed the cage for her breasts aside happily, not that she had much to her curves, it always made her a bit self conscious actually, but when she went to slide her underwear down her legs,

“Don’t.”

Kaia looked up to Nicholas, his soft voice commanding as he moved to kneel on the couch. Moving over her, his hand running up her legs, bare, without his gloves this time, leaving her to shiver in an entirely different type of anticipation. Nick had always had a way about him, quiet, unassuming, but whenever he spoke to her, she couldn’t help but listen, and so everything he told her to do, like a zing running down her

“Let me Sweetheart.”

His fingers hooked at the lacy material to the sides of her hips, of course, she’d worn one of her best pairs, why wouldn’t she when she knew that he was at least going to catch a flash of them at some point today. The last thing she was going to do was wear a pair of granny panties to a tattoo appointment with the man she’d swear she’d been in love with since middle school! Sliding the material of her lingerie down her legs, ignoring the stickiness left from the stencil transfer, she didn’t care, the tattoo was so far from her mind, all she cared about was this man, and his hands, where every inch of his skin was in contact of hers as he leaned over her and turning his head pressing a kiss to her clean inner thigh, earning him a soft whimper slipping from her lips.He was going to kill her before the night was out. He was.

“Nicholas.”

There it was, he’d wanted her to say his name like that again, and he’d gotten it, only the breathy moan was slightly louder this time, pleading with him for a little more, and she watched as his lips curled into a smile as he pressed another kiss a little higher along her thigh.. And the next.. Until he was spreading her thighs and his tongue was pressing deep into her pussy, and she was gasping loudly in surprise as he was feasting on her like a man starved.

“Oh fuck, Nick!”

Never in her life would she have thought that today would have her ended up here, would she have thought that the latest in a long line of tattoos from her friend, one of her best friends.. Even if she barely saw him anymore, that never changed for her, would she have thought that just another tattoo would have his tongue licking deep inside her. Moaning out his name, reaching for his hair as he his lips found her clit, sucking as she tugged and his man bun was spiralling undone so her fingers could thread into his hair.

When two of those gifted fingers that she’d seen work his guitar slid into her body, playing her instead, curling inside of her, cried out in pleasure, her fingers tugging harshly at his hair as she fell over the edge into the abyss, clenching around his fingers as she orgasmed. Shaking, he didn’t stop though, he kept going, until she had to push him away with a whimper, his mouth and chin glistening a little with her cum, fuck, he looked divine like that.. But god..

“I’m not done with you yet Sweetheart.”

Oh, god, she hoped not.

Looking at him, her eyes flickering down his body, he was slim, and gorgeous, and his cock was jutting out and hard.. But she saw him pause.. Considering what came next as she sat up a little, he knees cradling his hips there in front of him..

“I’m safe.. Nick, I-”

“I know.. So am I, but I don’t have any-”

“We don’t need one.”

They’d talked so often, Kaia knew that Nicholas didn’t sleep around with fans all the time on the road, he’d rather hang out with his friends, crew and the band on the buses while on tour than find random chicks along the tour route while they were away. Sure she knew he dated over the years, neither of them had been celibate, but she was certainly single now, had been for months. Last date she’d heard about for him, she didn’t even want to think about. She honestly didn’t care, and the thought of feeling him inside of her, watching as he stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb over the head to smear the pre-cum over and her breath caught, he was so fucking beautiful all over..

“Look at me Sweetheart.”

Her eyes flew up to meet his, and that soft knowing smile on his lips, she’d been caught watching him, her cheeks flaming..

“I want to see your eyes as I feel you for the first time.”

First time, fuck.. The gasped that escaped her had nothing to do with the way he was dragging the head of his cock along her slit and over her clit drawing a soft whimper out of her, and everything to do with the thought of this being the first time and not a one time. Reeling him press into her, as his hips hitched forward, pushing into her warmth, wrapped in her heat, and fuck, the moan that he pulled from her when he was completely inside of her. His hands hooked her thighs around his hips as he rolled them forward so he was flush with hers, skin to skin.

Kaia’s hand that wasn’t still greedily fisted in his hand, she was not giving up those lock dammit, they were all that was keeping her grounded right now, was wrapped around his back as his whole body was pressed against her. His lips claimed hers in a kiss that she swore felt like he was trying to steal the oxygen from her lungs.

Then he started moving.

That first thrust and she had to tear her lips from his, arching under him with the force of the thrust and fucking crying out with the pure pleasure, god, Nick, had always been quiet. Even now he was demanding anything, he wasn’t loud, he wasn’t commanding, but he had her completely enthralled and at his mercy. Each thrust of his hips and she was shuddering in pleasure as, reaching between them, those talented fingers reaching between them for her clit and rubbing,

“You going to cum for me Sweetheart, cum all over my cock like a Good Girl?”

His voice was so soft, so gentle with the request in them, wanting so badly to please him, so badly to please Nick.. How he did that to her she didn’t know. One second she had been on the verge of screaming out in pleasure, and the next she was whimpering and nodding, his brow pressed to hers..

“Yes, yes, I’ll be your Good Girl, please.”

Lips curving in that smile,

“That’s my girl, go on, cum.”

As his fingers rubbed harder at her clit, even if he hadn’t said it, she wasn’t sure she would have been able to hold back anyway, as her thighs started to shake, clenching around his cock, moaning as she fell over the edge, cumming apart as he groaned.. Nick thrust into her a bit harder then, fucking her through it, it, pushing her to the limit, and letting her take her pleasure until he was filling her with his own, fuck, feeling his warmth inside of her was something else.. And she didn’t think she could go back. First time. He’d said, first time.

Lifting her head she brought her lips in a kiss that was a little desperate, she’d admit it.. She wanted this to be the first time, the first of so many to come..

As the kiss broke though, and their bodies stilled, laying there in each other’s arms, hearts racing, breathless wrapped up on a very too small couch for two grown adults..

“What now?”

Kaia has to ask. She’d never dared ventured to any subject close to this before, not with Nick, not about anything that could do with them, but she’d also never dared to sleep with her best friend before, this was a day for firsts, and if she was going to get her heart broken, she wanted it to be done now before she got her hopes up too high.

“Well I know it’s a bit backwards Sweetheart, but maybe we could try dinner, a date might be nice next?”

She shook her head, right, and he was being obtuse, as if going on a date was so simple and going to solve everything.

“Nick! You’ll be going home.. Back to LA.. you have the band.. More tours, more music.. Who knows if you’ll meet other girls…”

The last part came out oh so softly. It was always her fear, always that ache in her heart, that the day would come that he’d meet someone else, someone that he’d sound so smitten by that she’d just know. Kaia would know that she’d lost him. Then again, she worried every time Noah told him he was out on a date, it felt like the bottom of her stomach dropped out. Sometimes she swore Noah knew, with how quiet he got on the other end of the line, but he didn’t say anything, he’d just quickly change the topic and they’d start talking about the latest anime, or game he was playing, music they were listening to, just to distract her a bit until she more herself. She was grateful for that.

Right now, she was pulled from her thoughts of those moments, those girls, but a a press Nick’s lips, his eyes searching hers,

“You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.”

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I'm getting back into writing after years! All completely fictional works based on band members (typically one of them x female reader narrative). Primarily Bad Omens and Lorna Shore inspired at the moment.

This is mostly NSFW content. Minors, please DNI 🔞

Nick Folio

(Un)welcome Distraction (masterlist)

Fuck it up, Folio (one shot)

One more. Please (headcanon)

Noah Sebastian

Sex Isn't Love (masterlist)

Nicholas Ruffilo

Soak in the tub (headcanon)

Jolly Karlsson

Try that again (headcanon)

Oh, God (one shot)

Will Ramos

About Last Night (one shot)

Perfectly Misaligned (masterlist)

Adam De Micco

When the Party's Over (one shot)

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Limoncello - Chapter 12

Pairings: Nick Folio x OFC, Bad Omens x OFC

Warnings: Talk of injuries, tears, fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Series Masterlist

A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for reading Limoncello! This is the last chapter and it means so much to me that you've stuck through this whole thing! If you enjoyed this story, keep an eye out for an announcement coming soon.

“I want to find your smile in the epilogue.” - Ghost Atlas, Tomato Red

For two weeks after the attack, Nick and Maeve were inseparable. Thankfully, Maeve was able to get someone out to fix her window the day after it had been shattered. Nick stayed by her side the entire day as it was repaired. She didn’t speak much that day, exhausted and shocked from the events the night before. Throughout the day, they occasionally talked to the window repair team as needed. When they weren’t doing that, Nick was watching Maeve as she tried to figure out the most efficient way to cover the large bruise spanning across her neck. She tried for hours to cover it with makeup, Nick around for support and encouragement. She ended up crying in Nick’s arms when she couldn’t cover it fully with makeup. Nick held her as she sobbed into his chest, rubbing her back and kissing her head. When she stopped crying, she was able to find a white linen scarf buried deep in her closet that she ended up wearing around her neck for a week until the bruise faded. 

They slept at Maeve’s house that night. No funny business. They just talked about anything that would distract her from the soreness of the knot on her head and the bruise on her neck; anything to distract from thinking about the previous day’s events. They spent every night together, switching between her house and his house with the guys depending on when the band had practice. When they did have practice, Maeve sat in the garage, perched pretty on a stool with earplugs in, watching and listening, with her delicate linen scarf tied loosely around her neck. 

By the second week, the bruise on her neck had faded into nothing and the knot on her head was no longer. It was a celebratory occasion in Maeve’s eyes when she didn’t have to put the scarf on. She walked out of the bathroom after getting ready for the day to see Nick sitting on the bed, on his phone, waiting patiently for her. “Hey,” she said softly, holding back a smile. 

“Hey,” he chirped, looking up from his phone. “No scarf today?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as he smiled at her. 

She allowed herself to smile. “No scarf!” She beamed. She strode over to him and plopped down onto his lap. “The bruise is, like, gone.” 

He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist and his small smile turned into his signature, goofy grin. “I think that calls for a celebration, don’t you?”

“You read my mind,” she giggled. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. She laughed a bit when she pulled back and noticed the shiny, slightly glittery, pink tint from her lip gloss had transferred onto his lips.

“Let me take you to breakfast,” Nick murmured, pecking her lips again. 

And that’s what they did. They had a date every day that week, even on the days when the band had practice. He made the time. By the end of that second week, he’d fallen even more for Maeve than he thought possible. He was happy. He wanted to hold onto that happiness for as long as possible.

“I’m gonna ask her if we can make it official,” Nick said to Noah as he watched Maeve tend to her flower beds through the kitchen window. 

Noah chuckled, “You aren’t already?”

Nick glanced over at Noah and shrugged. “I mean, no? Not technically,” he sighed. “I just- I want to be with her. She makes me really happy. I hope I do that for her too.” 

Noah clapped Nick on the back. “Folio, if you’re worried she’s gonna say no, I don't think you have anything to worry about.” 

“I hope you’re right,” Nick stared out the window once more. 

“I know I’m right,” Noah said, following Nick’s gaze. “How are you gonna ask her?”

Nick shrugged once more. “I’m not sure,” he hummed. “I just know it has to be special, though. She deserves that.” 

“If you need help coming up with something, I’ll call a band meeting,” Noah suggested. “We’d be happy to help. I mean, we’ve been routing for you two since you two shook hands when she came over to introduce herself.” 

Nick furrowed his eyebrows and glanced over at him, “Really?”

“Yup,” Noah nodded. “Love at first sight if I’ve ever seen it.”

Nick suppressed a smile as he looked back out the window. “Right, okay.” 

“Dude you’ve literally got heart eyes watching her pull fuckin’ weeds,” Noah laughed and rolled his eyes. “Want me to call that meeting?”

“Yeah,” Nick murmured. “Please do.” 

A plan was in place after a quick band meeting. Nick wanted to carry it out as soon as he possibly could. He couldn’t wait. Immediately after the meeting he got ready and left to go run some errands, while the guys kept an eye on Maeve. It took Nick until the late afternoon to get back with everything he needed. Nicholas walked outside after hearing his truck pull in. 

“Need help with anything?” He asked, walking over to Nick as he stepped out of the truck. 

“Yeah, just grab some bags and help me take them to the backyard,” Nick said. “Where is everyone?”

“Jolly and Noah are learning how to make limoncello across the street,” Nicholas chuckled.

“Perfect,” He breathed. 

They unloaded the truck pretty quickly and got to work decorating the backyard. When they got done it looked like something straight out of a disney movie. There were soft, glowy fairy lights on every surface they could put them on. There were flower petals scattered all over the patio floor. A beautiful bouquet of sunflowers and greenery wrapped in brown paper sat on the patio table.

“Yo, what’s this?” Nicholas questioned, picking up a small, dark green, velvet jewelry box. “You’re not fuckin’ proposing already, are you?”

Nick turned to him with wide eyes. “Oh, no way dude,” he said quickly. “It’s a necklace.”

Nicholas let out a sigh of relief as he opened it. It was a thin gold chain with a dainty letter ‘F’ hanging from it. “F for Folio?” he asked, glancing up again. 

“F for Folio,” Nick repeated in confirmation. “I’ve heard that some girls dig wearing their guy’s initials. Let’s hope I got that right.” He let out a shaky sigh. 

Nicholas set the box down next to the bouquet where it had previously been. “Hey man,” he clapped his shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

“Thanks,” he sighed. 

Jolly and Noah were helping Maeve clean up the kitchen when Jolly’s phone pinged. He dried his hands to check it and then cleared his throat. “Maeve,” he said looking up from his phone. “Folio’s home if you wanna go see him.”

She set down the cutting board that she had been washing and quickly dried her hands. “Let’s go, then. These can wait,” she motioned to the dishes in the sink. She quickly made her way to the front door, Noah and Jolly close behind. When they were all outside, she locked the door and they all went across the street. Maeve was the first one inside. She hadn’t seen Nick all day, and to say she was excited to see him was an understatement. 

“Hey,” Nicholas greeted from the couch upon seeing her. “Folio’s in the backyard.” 

“Thanks!” She chirped before walking to the back door. 

She opened the back door and stepped outside. Her eyes widened and her jaw went slack when she processed the scene around her. Her eyes finally landed on Nick, holding the bouquet of sunflowers. “What’s all this?” she asked, her voice quiet and awe stricken. 

He walked up to her and handed her the flowers. “These are for you.” 

She took them from him and smiled. “They’re beautiful,” she whispered. “But really, what’s all this for?”

He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Her breath hitched as she stared at him. “Ask away.”

He took a deep breath, looking into her eyes. “Can I be your boyfriend?”

Maeve’s smile grew to the point where her cheeks started to hurt and her eyes crinkled. “Um, absolutely,” she giggled, it was nearly a squeal. She threw her arms around his neck, still holding the flowers, and pressed her lips to his. 

Nick couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. In fact, he kept breaking the kiss because he couldn’t stop smiling. The kiss was slow, sweet, joyful, and so loving. 

“I have one more thing for you,” Nick grinned when they finally pulled away from each other. He reached into his back pocket, pulled out the green box, and flipped it open to show her. 

Maeve felt her eyes well up with tears. “Nick, that’s beautiful,” she whispered. She looked up at him, “F for Folio?”

He nodded, that huge goofy grin adorning his face. “Yeah, doll. Do you like it?”

“I love it,” she sniffled. “Will you put it on me?”

He chuckled, “Of course, baby.” He lifted the necklace out of the box and set the box to the side. He walked behind her and moved her hair to the side so that he could put the necklace on her. Once he fastened the clasp, he stepped back in front of her. “Wow,” he whispered. “That sits perfectly.” 

Maeve set the flowers down and wrapped her arms around Nick, hugging him tightly. “This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” she sniffled into his chest. “Thank you.” 

Nick hugged her tightly, as if she would disappear if he didn’t keep hold of her. “You’re worth it,” he murmured into her hair. And he meant it. She was so fucking worth it. 

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Y'all I'm gonna have a breakdown

I'm about to start a THIRD doc for The Price, starting it off with chapter 30. I have no end in sight. I already know how I'm ending it and 30 chapters is barely 1/3 of the way through the plot.

So, how are y'all liking the story, should I keep going?

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Playful

Joakim “Jolly” Karlsson x Reader

DISCLAIMER ⚠️: This contains smut. Do not read unless you are 18+. Other than that, enjoy!

My relationship with Jolly has always been… playful. Before we started dating, we were always teasing and playing pranks on each other. However, once we got together, the playfulness made its way towards the bedroom. Especially when I moved in with him. It was the smacks on my ass every time I bent down. Or the crude jokes that were purposely said to each other in a teasing way. In the bedroom though, it made the experience so much better and fun.

Hence the predicament we were in right now. Giggling to each other as we were making out. I was in his lap sitting on the bed. Jolly’s hands are on my hips, grinding my clothed pussy into his bulge. I moaned into his mouth before pulling away and asking with a smirk, “So are we just going to grind all day or what?”

Jolly looks at me with lust in his eyes and a smirk plastered on his face. “Are we going to be impatient today baby girl? We can stop right now if you like.”

“Oh fuck you,” I say between giggles.

“Isn’t that what we are doing here baby?”

Jolly then holds my hips down even hard and grinds into me again. I let out a moan as I start begging for more. I grab the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his body and over his head. I put my hands on his tattooed chest and Jolly leans in to kiss me. I lean back with a smirk on my face so that he can’t put his lips on mine. He growls, “Don’t be a brat!”

Laughing, I get off of him and stand in front of him as I start to give him a show. I grab my shirt and slowly lift it off my body. Once my shirt is off, I throw it at Jolly. He catches it and leans back into the bed to enjoy the strip tease. I hear him groan as I take my pants off painfully even slower. I turn around as I bend down to give him a nice view of my ass. Next thing I know I hear a smack and my right cheek stings. I moan from the feeling, becoming more turned on by the minute. I was wet before the spanking, but now my panties are soaked. I unclip my bra and let it fall to the ground before turning back around to look at Jolly with only my panties being the last item on me. I finally take the last piece of clothing off and chuck it at Jolly again. He dodges the underwear before grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him. He falls back into the bed bringing me with him to where I am on top of him. I let out a squeal as I go down, laughing when my head hits his chest. I push myself up and straddle his waist. I lean down to kiss his lips as I feel his hands grab my hips. I pull back a little to where my lips are barely touching his and jokingly ask, “Are you gonna get naked or do I need to help you?”

Jolly puts his hands behind his head and with a smirk says, “ Why don’t you do it for me sweet girl.”

I moan at the name he called me and climb off to pull his joggers off. Then I grab the hem of his boxers and slide them off as well, leaving us both naked. I crawl back up to Jolly, stopping when I’m near his cock. I wrap my hand around him to start jerking him off. His dick is hard and is dripping precum making my mouth water. I bring my lips to his tip. I start kitty licking his tip, tasting the precum on my tastebuds. “Don’t tease me baby. Take all of me in your mouth,” Jolly groans.

I took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks. I begin to bob my head up and down, taking more of him in every time. I hear Jolly moaning as he takes my hair in his hand, helping me move.

“That’s it baby. You are taking me so well. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Fuck! Can I take control baby girl?”

I hum, nod my head, and then stop my movements. I relax my throat to prepare myself for what’s to come. Jolly pushes me back down onto him, bringing me all the way down to his base. My nose is touching his abdomen as my eyes start to tear up. Jolly pulls me back up just to bring me right back down, going faster every time. I start to gag on him and grab his thighs to steady myself. Jolly is a moaning mess with praises leaving his mouth.

“That’s it baby girl. You are doing such a good job. Fuck that’s my good girl, taking me so well.”

I feel him start bucking his hips and can tell he’s close. Suddenly, Jolly is pulling me off of him with strings of saliva connecting from my mouth to his dick. I start to pout causing Jolly to laugh and coos, “Sorry baby, but if I’m going to come, it’s going to be inside of you as I hold you close to me.”

I nod as I climb up to him. Jolly flips us over, laying me on my back as he hovers over me. He then starts climbing down the bed till he gets to my core. My legs spread for him as he kisses my inner thighs. He brings a finger to my slit, sliding up before bringing it to his mouth and tasting me on his finger. He moans and rolls his eyes back before saying, “you taste delicious, baby. I could eat you all day.”

He brings his mouth to me, taking long licks up my center . I moan as I grab his hair to pull him closer to me. He then plunges his tongue into my hole while moaning from the taste. Soon I feel the tightness in my stomach as I get closer to the edge.

“Jolly… Fuck! Baby, I’m going to come soon.”

Jolly pulls away causing me to whine from the loss of him. He climbs back up to me and starts kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips causing me to moan into his mouth. Jolly then slides the tip of his dick between my folds before sliding into me, pausing when he is all the way in to let me adjust to his size. Once I’m ready I nod letting him know he can move. He pulls out before slamming back into me and repeating the process. I close my eyes, moaning at the feeling of him inside me. Jolly snaps me out of my thoughts when he says, “Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see those pretty eyes of yours as you come.”

I open my eyes and look into his chocolate eyes. I grab onto his biceps as I get closer to the edge again. Between moans I tell jolly, “I’m- fuck! I’m so close Jolly. Please let me come! Please!”

“Come for me baby girl. I’m close too, baby.”

With that I come undone arching my back up into him. My eyes roll back and I start seeing spots. Jolly is still going while praising me through my orgasm.

“That’s my good girl. You did such a good job baby. Oh fuck! I’m coming.”

Jolly stills inside me while putting his face into my neck to leave kisses. I feel his orgasm shoot inside me before Jolly pulls out and lays beside me. I’m so out of it I don’t realize that Jolly has gone to the bathroom and came back with a towel to clean up our mess. I come back to when he is pulling me to his chest. I cuddle into his neck before making a remark.

“You’re sweaty.”

“Hmm… I wonder why.”

“I have no idea,” I chuckle.

Jolly laughs before kissing my forehead and then my lips. When he pulls away he looks me in the eyes lovingly and says, “I love you my silly girl.”

I smile at him, answering back, “I love you more my goofy man.”

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