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Hi!! I just wanna say first that I absolutely adore ur writing :) and I've literally never done this before, tbh, so I'm so sry if I've done anything wrong or smth. :)

But I wanted to suggest maybe a reader thats also an engineer and scientist for the Ghostbusters, who Lars always considered less able than him since reader was quite quiet, and would run their expermients in peace, never rly interacting with people. Until one day reader is talking to lucky or phoebe or smth, and goes off on a tangent when talking abt smth they're working on, and it's a very sudden realisation to him that reader is actually rly knowledgeable, that their intelligence is much greater than he anticipated.

Totally fine if u don't wanna write it, remember to take care of urself!! <3

I always take care of myself <3 you did nothing wrong, a totally perfect request. I hope you like it

You were sitting across the room from Lars, absorbed in your work, headphones on as your head nodded in time to the beat of whatever music you were listening to. He hadn’t heard you arrive that morning. Not an unusual situation. He never heard much from you ever.

You seemed to be so unaware of his gaze on you, watching as your hands moved, fingers typing, adjusting your equipment, writing something down in a notebook. That was something he’d noticed. You kept paper notes.

Insane. Absolutely nuts.

Your head tilted up and he realised he’d been caught watching. His nose wrinkled and he looked back to his own work. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t busy. He had enough to get on with.

There was no reason for you to be there. He kept trying to figure out what it was you did, what you contributed to the lab. You kept to yourself and no one else could tell him what it was you did. You preferred to work alone, and while he could empathise with that as someone who didn’t love working in a team, he did enjoy leading a team of researchers. You’d never agreed to joining him.

He had to assume it’s because you knew you weren’t up to the task.

When he next looked up, you were gone. The workstation was empty and there was nothing to indicate where you’d gone. He couldn’t imagine you were rushing off to tell someone of a great discovery.

You’d never had one before now.

It wasn’t that he felt contempt for you. Surely there was a reason you’d been hired. He just thought everyone should be on his level and you just weren’t. The proof was in the output.

Stretching, arms above his head, he figured it was time for another cup of tea, the one he’d made earlier having gotten cold as he lost himself in his work. Taking the mug, he sauntered towards the small kitchen set up in the back corner.

“So if I can just figure out where the spectrometer has gone then I think I’ll be back on track.”

He paused outside the door. That was your voice. At least, he was pretty sure it was. From the few times he’d heard it he thought it probably was.

There was something there in your voice, not something he’d heard from you before. It was close to excitement. Lingering out of sight, he continued to listen. He certainly wasn’t about to offer the information that he had the spectrometer you were looking for. It would be put to better work in his possession.

“You really think you’ll be able to figure it out?” That would be Lucky. He didn’t realise the two of you talked. Lucky was meant to be his intern, not yours. He didn’t know why it rankled him so much.

“Sure. I mean, Nadeem keeps letting me study him to figure out where the source of his magic is so… I can’t see why I wouldn’t,” you said, “oh but you remember when I hooked him up to the EEG machine?”

“Yeah. You got those weird readings, right?” Lucky prompted.

“Right and I spent hours staring at them trying to work it out. And then inspiration struck. So I thought maybe there was some kind of electrical field going on. Which would be crazy because usually we don’t think the two are linked. But fire conducts electricity and so can humans. So what if the magic is connected to ions? Seems simple, right? Only, the electrical charge usually comes from the gas around the flame rather than the flame itself. So does he actually manipulate the gas? Or, is it this pyrotron subatomic particle we haven’t found yet? I mean, in order to prove that one I have to find quarks in isolation and I think that would rock the science community more than proving the science behind pyrokinesis,” you said, almost all in one breath.

It was easily the most he’d ever heard you say before.

“Because in order to prove that I’d need to show that Nadeem is manipulating pyrotrons with psychic powers, probably through the electric signals in his brain, and making them hit isolated quarks, which don’t exist so… I’m back to looking at electricity in flames because clearly it’s to do with the electrical activity in his brain,” you said, with a sigh at the end.

Lars felt his breath catch. There was so much going on in your brain, so many thoughts, so many theories, and you were investigating something he hadn’t even considered looking at. Maybe that’s why you always worked alone. Your projects were on things no one considered researching. You looked at the world differently.

It was… refreshing.

He’d thought you’d ket silent because you knew you couldn’t keep up with the rest of the scientists. Instead, it looked as if you kept silent because your research was so different from everyone else’s. They were so focused on ghosts. You were trying to understand everything in its entirety.

He felt dumbstruck. Everything he thought he knew was wrong. It wasn’t usual for him and he felt on the backfoot. It was like you’d been lying to him but for that to be true you would have had to have talked to him. This was so much worse. This was him lying to himself.

You were so much smarter than he’d thought and it left him questioning so many things.

Walking through the door, he felt combative, like he wanted to start a fight. Your voice died as he did, eyes widening when you saw him. He offered a tight smile, pouring out the cold tea into the sink. He glanced over his shoulder, finding you turning away.

“I’ll see you later,” you mumbled to Lucky.

You slipped out of the room, not even offering him another look. He scrubbed at the mug, not wanting to bother making another cup, taking his frustration out on it.

“Rough day?” Lucky asked, sliding up to him.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he replied.

“No sweat,” she said, “but maybe don’t glare at people when you enter a room. It sure does clear it.”

He didn’t have a response to that, refusing to be shamed by a teenager. He left the mug on the rack to dry and walked out of the room, lips pursed, trying to work out how to feel about everything. He wasn’t used to feeling stupid and yet that’s where he was. He’d judged you because he never heard you talk. Because you kept to yourself. Because you didn’t feel the need to show off like the others around the lab did.

You were sitting in his sight again, the headphones back in place over your ear, pen tapping your notebook in time with your music. You didn’t even look up when he sat down, staring at you. If he allowed himself to admit it, you were lovely to look at. Even trapped in a world of your own, there was something there that he found pleasing. You were soft, like the worries of the world had never curved your shoulders, and your wide eyed gaze left him feeling like there was no pretence. You had never lied. He’d just been a fool.

He stood, hands already grasping the spectrometer he’d stashed in the storage behind his desk. trying to project confidence, he sauntered over with it. Placing it down in front of you, he waited a moment for you to notice. Your gaze dragged up to him and once again he was struck by how lovely your face was. You were slow to tug he headphones off, leaving them hanging around your neck.

“I heard you were looking for this,” he said.

You looked down at the machine in front of you then back up to him. There was a slight curve to your lips, an almost smile marred with a hint of confusion. Your eyelashes fluttered and you tilted your head down, looking back to the spectrometer.

“Thank you,” you said, voice sweet.

It was a sudden thought that he could probably listen to you talk for hours. Not that he’d ever be offered the chance.

“And uh, if you ever need help or want to talk through anything.” His hand came up, rubbing at the back of his neck. He hadn’t felt this awkward since his university days, “I’m just over there. I don’t know if you know. You seem to keep to yourself. So maybe you don’t want the interruption. But yeah, I’m just over there if you need anything.”

Christ, he was rambling. It wasn’t like you were the first pretty girl he’d ever talked to. He didn’t even have a crush on you. What was wrong with him today?

“I’m sure you’re too busy to help me,” you replied, voice quiet and far more put together than him, “you’re always working on something.”

“Oh,” he said, shoulders deflating. You were being polite but of course you didn’t want his help. Especially when you seemed to be a genius in your own right and more than capable of being brilliant without his input.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the offer. But you’re working on important things and I don’t want to bother you with my stuff. You’re probably working on some new weapon that will save someone’s life or something. My stuff is pretty silly in comparison.” Your head was bowed and he wished he could see the expression in your eyes.

“All science is important,” he said.

“No, I know but you know, my stuff isn’t saving the world like yours so, I don’t want to take time away from that,” you said, voice growing quieter the further along you went.

“I’m always happy to help,” he said, hoping it would be enough.

Your eyes darted up to him and he saw panic there. He took a step back, reeling from the look. He knew he wasn’t always the friendliest guy but this was a not the kind of reaction he ever expected from his words, especially when they were meant to be nice. He took another step back.

“Right, well, I’ll stop bothering you,” he said.

Thrusting his hands in his pockets, he wandered back to his own station, shoulders curved forward, trying to figure out what he’d done wrong. Other than ignore you, he couldn’t think of anything you would know about. It’s not as if his thoughts were broadcast over the tannoy system.

Only he hadn’t really been ignoring you, had he? He’d noticed you enough to form an opinion. He watched you. He’d grown used to your habits. He thought about you. Earlier that day he’d been watching you. There was no way he could pretend like you had been a non-entity in his life.

When he looked up at you again, your head dipped down as if you’re been looking at him just a moment ago. He found a flutter in his stomach, like a butterfly taking flight. The thought of you watching him was pleasing. Unless it was because you were wary of him and felt you had to keep an eye on him.

Finally taking the chance, he went to make himself another cup of tea, if only to try and ease you again. Maybe his presence made you uncomfortable. He didn’t like the thought that he made you uncomfortable.

He decided perhaps to keep his distance for a while.

A few days and he stayed away. He didn’t try to engage you in conversation, allowing himself to watch you when he thought you wouldn’t notice. The more attention he paid, the more he realised exactly how wrong he’d been. You kept to yourself, but you were confident in what you were doing. Something had alighted in him, the flame fanned by your confidence. Someone so capable at science was a turn on. He hadn’t expected that. He should have. But he hadn’t.

And he should have expected to hear you in the kitchen again.

“I just find him really intimidating,” you said, just through the doorway.

“Why?” Lucky laughed.

“He’s so smart and I know you’re going to make fun of me for this, but he’s really handsome. I’ve never been good around smart pretty people,” you said.

He lent closer, wanting to hear more. He didn’t know who you were talking about and the thought someone else in the lab was receiving such compliments made him feel disgruntled.

“Just talk to him,” Lucky said, “he’s not that scary.”

“I can’t,” you whined, “I get all tongue tied around him and he offered to help me and I just… I totally put my foot in it.”

Who else had been offering you help? He would hunt them down and make it clear to stay away from you. Or, no, that would just make you more scared of him. He had to gentle dissuade them from helping you.

“Yeah, trust me, he’s done that plenty of times,” Lucky snorted, “seriously, just talk to him again. Two awkward nerds deserve each other.”

You gave a small chuckle and he could imagine the soft smile on you face, small, underfed, and yet still there.

“I didn’t think he even know I existed,” you eventually said.

“Look, Pinfield is awkward and not always nice. But it sounds like at the very least he’s never outright insulted you. That’s more than Dan over in R&D can say,” Lucky said.

Pinfield. He was Pinfield. You were talking about him.

“Yeah, well, you crush on guys who actually give you the time of day. I crush on the silent guy who’s science is brilliant but who couldn’t be bothered with so much as a hello,” you said.

That wasn’t true, was it? He’d offered you help. And then gone back to not talking to you at all. He’d gone about this all wrong.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t take my frustration out on you,” you said.

“No, you should take it out on him.”

This was met with silence before Lucky’s laughter burst out, loud and long and he could inly imagine the look on your face. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy… He was sure it would be… Well, he was very open to it if the chance arose.

He slipped away to mull over what he’d overheard. He intimidated you. Because you had a crush on him. And you thought he didn’t like you in any way, that he didn’t even notice you.

Yeah, he’d fucked that one up. No one but himself to blame.

He paid attention for when you returned to your work station, across the other side of the room, quiet and focused. And beautiful. How hadn’t he thought that before? Or rather, how hadn’t he noticed it?

He was so caught up in his own assumptions about you he hadn’t taken the time to notice. He cursed his past self for being so caught up in his own ego to notice what was sitting right under his nose.

Steeling himself, he rose and made his way over to you. He loitered across the bench from you. You were still listening to music and hadn’t seemed to notice him. Tapping his finger on your notebook, he tried to get your attention. You looked up, startled, eyes widening when you laid eyes on him.

“I was thinking of going out for lunch and was wondering if you wanted to join me,” he said, trying to sound confident but also approachable. He realised he was treating you like an animal prone to startling.

“Oh, uh, I actually brought lunch today,” you said.

“Maybe tomorrow?” he asked, “I’d love to hear more about your work.”

“Why?” You sounded so bewildered it was almost offensive.

“I don’t know much about what you’ve been working on. Is it so odd I might want to know about it?” he asked.

“You’ve never asked before. Have I done something wrong? Because if I have I’m really sorry and I’ll stop doing whatever it is,” tumbled from your lips and he was reminded that you found him intimidating, “I really am sorry. If you just let me know what it is I can stop doing it.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” he was quick to say before you could continue rambling an apology for something that hadn’t happened, “I’m just interested in what you’re working on.”

“Why?” You sounded defensive now.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was trying. He was really trying. And you just weren’t getting it. You were making it so difficult.

When he opened his eyes you were frozen, as if waiting to be told off. Taking a deep breath in, he offered you a smile, his best attempt as he tried to when he felt such roiling emotions.

“You’re an asset to our team and you’re working on things I’m not involved in. I’m curious. That’s all,” he said, desperate to put you at ease.

“Oh.” You voice was so quiet.

“If you don’t want my company I understand. I thought it would be nice to get to know one another a bit better. Whatever. I see I was wrong.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away from you. He must have misheard. Clearly you and Lucky hadn’t been talking about him.

“Wait,” you said. He paused, looking back at you over his shoulder, “lunch would be nice.”

His shoulders relaxed and he let the corner of his lips curl up in a small smile. Your answering one stole his breath.

“Come on then,” he said.

You hopped off your stool and he realised you didn’t even come up to his shoulder. He could wrap you up in his arms and you would be completely engulfed in him. He found that thought tempting.

Walking beside him as you left the lab, you weren’t looking at him, gaze turned towards your feet. His hand closed around your arm, steering you in the right direction. You looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. His head dipped towards you, not able to stop himself. There was something about you.

He spent the entire lunch watching you, basking in your presence. You were slow to open up, answering his questions about your work softly. But once he got you going, your eyes sparked and the words tumbled from your lips faster than he could have thought possible. Your passion was clear and it only drew him in further.

“I dunno. Maybe’s its stupid,” you said, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I don’t think it sounds stupid at all,” he said and noticed the way that seemed to turn you bashful. Your chin dipped and you couldn’t look at him. He lent forward again, over the table, trying to catch your eye, “you sound like you know what you’re talking about.”

It was a quick flash of a smile, that same piece of hair falling forward again. You reached up to tuck it back again but his fingers were already there, doing it for you. You looked up, mouth falling open but you didn’t seem to be drawing back from him. His fingertips brushed over your jaw before he retracted his hand, pulling it back to his side of the table.

“Oh,” you said, almost a whisper, practically nothing but the movement of lips without sound.

“I’d like to do this again,” he said, assuming honesty was better than beating around the bush.

The look of surprise that passed over your face wasn’t what he’d been hoping for. But then you softened, that small smile reappearing.

“Really?” you asked.

“Sure. I find myself fascinated by you,” he said.

“Like I’m one of your experiments?”

He hadn’t expected that.

“No. Christ no,” he said, perhaps louder than intended, “fascinated like I like you.”

“Oh.”

“Can you say something other than that,” he demanded, then realised that wasn’t a good idea, “please?”

“Okay,” you said, giving him a shallow nod, “we can do this again.”

“We can?” He brightened, “we can.”

“But only because I like you too,” you said, not looking at him again.

So he had heard right. He felt a sense of satisfaction hearing the words from you. He would never admit it, but it wasn’t often someone liked him. Maybe that’s why he’d been doing so badly with you. Or not so badly since you were going to go out with him again.

He led you back to the lab, hand resting on the small of your back, the material of your jumper soft against his skin. You were half a step closer, leaning into his touch more.

It was a good sign.

Thank god he’s listened in to your conversation with Lucky otherwise he never would have been able to find you. And he thought you might be changing his life for the better. Your smile was already capable of brightening his day.

He was excited to see what was to come with you.

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collapsedglasshouses · 1 year

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Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 4]

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets to their hotel room, she finally finds closure to all the confusing events.

Warnings: MDNI!!, 18+, NSFW, SMUT, unprotected sex (p in v) (wrap it before you tap it!), fluffy as hell, swearing, let me know if I forgot something

Taglist: @jakekiszkasguitarpick @blackveilomens @kingdomof-omens (congrats you can call yourself 'jazz' first tag team members' lmao)

IF YOU WANNA BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST, PLS DM ME OR COMMENT ♡

A/N: Well, well, well… I don’t even know what to say… I couldn’t wait until tomorrow so here you have the next chapter! I let myself get inspired for this chapter. I read The Love Hypothesis again and this one quote out of it will always stick with me. Do you notice which one?

It's been three minutes since Noah left the room. You heart was racing. You didn't even know what to think. Didn't he say he wanted to talk about this when we got home? Was it going to be bad?

Your mind was racing when you stepped closer to Jolly. "I need you to do me a favor-..." - "Not going into our room for the next three hours and at best keep Nick from going to bed so he doesn't hear anything? You're welcome."

You gave Jolly a thankful and apologetic smile before slowly walking away from your group. When you came to a stop in front of your hotel room, you couldn't help but feel like you felt that night you landed under Noah's bed. Does he just wanna have sex now?

You quietly opened the door with your key and stepped into the room. There he was. Sitting on his bed, staring straight ahead seemingly deep in his thoughts. You quickly got out of your high heels before walking towards him. When you sat down next to him, you let out a devoted sigh.

"We should talk about this." He said quietly before swallowing hard. You knew this was going to be hard. Neither Noah nor you were good at talking about serious topics when it came to things between you two. You remembered that often when you annoyed each other, you would just remain silent until there was no longer a problem. So now you just nodded and hoped he would begin to talk.

But nothing happened. You two sat their in silence.

You started to think. You knew you wanted to talk with him but not once you thought about what you actually felt. It wasn't normal for best friends to just randomly hook up after ten years of being nothing but platonic.

You exhaled frustrated. "Fuck... We behave like fucking teenagers, Noah. We're literally grown adults. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk?" You stood up and started pacing around the room.

Noah looked at you. When you noticed it, you came to a stand in front of him. "What is this?" - "Y/N, I have no idea." - "I don't know it either but we need to figure it out before someone gets hurt."

Now he was the one who sighed and than he cradled his head in his hands.

"What the fuck are we doing?" You began to cry out. "What the fuck am I even doing?" With that his head shot back up to look at you. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, Noah..." You swallowed hard, being a lot more sad and frustrated than you originally thought. "You are... a fucking well known rock star. You aren't just the boy anymore who lived down the street that I maybe admired a little too much when you came over to game with my brother." You sighed. "You aren't even the boy anymore who took my virginity because I was panicking about being the last in my friend group... You are a lot more now... You are you and I am me and... I don't even know what I was thinking. You are literally my best friend, Noah."

"So-..." He began. "...you regret what happened between us?" You had a feeling his eyes changed with your statement. They looked emptier.

"No, no, no...Noah." You cried out and looked at him apologetic. "That's not even in the slightest close to reality... That's the problem… I don't regret one second with you. I think, there wasn't one day in the past two weeks that I haven’t thought of you." You explained and ran a hand through your hair. "The thing is... I feel weird. On the one hand you are my best friend. You are Nick's best friend. You are the closest friend I ever had. I think nobody knows as much about me as you do. And I love that. But on the other hand there is this thing between us. Something that I have never felt with anyone before. That scares the shit out of me, Noah."

You felt like you read straight out of your diary and metaphorically you lost a piece of clothing with each sentence you spoke to him.

"Y/N."

"I don't wanna be one of your adventures, Noah."

"Y/N."

"I heard you talking about so many girls that come and left. Either them or you not being serious."

"Y/N."

"I saw you get hurt and I don't wanna be the one to do that to you."

"Y/N"

"I just don't wanna be one of those short funny stories that you tell the boys while drinking beer."

"Y/N, you know that would never happen."

"Why are you so sure of that, Noah? Why would you think this all could work? Why would you think Nick wouldn't hate us being... whatever this is?"

"Because I love you."

Your mouth dropped slightly open while you felt like someone knock all the oxygen out of your lungs. You couldn't breath. He loved you.

Your gaze slightly softens while you looked at the man in front of you. The man who also was the boy who told you he would raise a child with you that wasn't even his when you were just 18. The boy who played every song under the planet on his guitar as long as you would stop crying about this guy who broke your heart in eighth grade. You looked at this man, the man who had nothing but love in his heart for you the whole time you knew him.

You swallowed while taking a hesitant step towards him, not being able to form a sentence. You came to a rest when you stood right between his legs.

"You don't have to say it when you don't feel it but-..." - "Say it again, Noah." You lifted his chin so he had no chance but to look you in the eyes. His hands came up to rest at your hips. "I love you, Y/N... I-... I think i loved you for a long time. I just didn't realize it until those things between us happened."

With that you slightly bent down and pressed you lips to his. All of a sudden you felt like you were going to explode. Nothing ever felt this good. Everything that you worried or thought about just started to make sense. It was so clear in front of you all along. You were madly in love with Noah.

You felt how he fidgeted with the sipper on your dress and when he opened it you let it slip down to the floor. He interrupted the kiss for a second to admire you.

"I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

Everything inside you started to tingle. Maybe it was his words or his tone. Maybe it was the fact he was so vulnerable around you. You just knew there was no way back. You needed Noah.

You instantly kissed him again while you unbuttoned his pants. When those dropped to the floor, you crawled onto his lap while your tongues started to fight for dominance.

"We definitely need to tell Nick." He gasped, out of breath, while you unbuttoned his black shirt. You nodded. "But definitely not now." You joked and made him chuckle before pushing him back onto the mattress. For a second you just admired him under you. How his laugh reached his eyes. How his lips were slightly pink from your kisses. How his hair fell onto his forehead. You didn't find one thing about this man you didn't love.

You leaned down to him and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" He asked you surprised while his hands drew circles on your exposed hips.

"I love you too, Noah." With that his eyes lit up and with a quick movement you found yourself under him.

"God, I missed you." Noah muttered against your mouth, making you smile. You always wanted to be loved like this and didn't realise he was exactly in front of you.

He quickly helped you out of your bra and before you knew you also lost your underwear.

When he kissed you again, you grabbed his face with your hands, noticing how you missed touching him.

"Fuck" he mumbled as he kissed along your collarbone. This alone let you moan a little. Every cell of your boy craved him.

"I'm not letting you go ever again." he almost moaned out while his hand found your core. His fingers found your clit with ease and he began to work you in circles. Your jaw dropped open in surprise at the shock of pleasure it sent down your spine.

You cried out when he suddenly stopped his movements and kissed his way back up to your face.

"Noah, I need you." You moaned when he looked back into your eyes. "I'm right here." He teased and than started to attack your neck. You knew those kisses would leave bruises, making you moan even loader.

"I-... I need you inside of me." You stuttered while your body seemed to tremble in pleasure.

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me." He moaned while getting up to get out of his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at his naked form. He was so pretty. He climbs back on top of you while you open your legs for him. Never in your entire life did you need anyone as bad as you needed him right now.

So when he teases you with the tip of his cock, you could help but squirm for more. You buckle your hips and Noah laughs quiety.

"So needy and wet for me." You could only hum in agreement.

"Please, Noah." You beg. In this moment you just wanted him to tear you in half.

"God, you look so beautiful." He whispered and let his hand travel over your body one more time.

Finally, he started to sink into you. Your mouth fell open while you felt him stretch you out a bit and then pushing you to your limit. Instantly he let his head fall on your shoulder while moaning in sync with you.

Never in your entire life you heard a more beautiful sound. When he finally buried himself inside of you, he paused to let you adjust.

You couldn't even dare to breath in that moment.

"Is this okay?" He whispered in your ear. "Hmmm. Yes... Keep going."

You could feel his smile against your neck. He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling out of you, drawing a surprised gasp from you before slowly going back into you. He did that a couple of times while heavy breathing was the only sound filling the air.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned into your shoulder, causing you to wrap your arms around him and trying to pull him even closer.

You almost got impatient with his gentle touch so you pushed your hips off the bed to give him a hint that he got immediately.

You let out a small yelp when he suddenly thrusted harder into you hitting a certain spot. Your noises than made him go faster while your nails found their way across his back. If he wasn't that tattooed on his back, it would have been clear evidence about what was happening here.

"Harder." You begged him. He slammed into you causing you to moan even louder, but he dipped down and swallowed your sound with a deep kiss.

"You need to be more quiet, love. When we get to your place you can scream as loud as you want." He growls against your lips. Butterflies started to form in your stomach.

"Let me take care of you." He than whispered against you lips, reaching down between you with his other hand, pressing his index finger against you clit. You truly felt like you were about to explode into thin air and allowed yourself to think about what was happening right now.

Noah, your best friend of more than ten years, the man you were madly in love with, was pounding into you while also fingering you like he never did anything else in the entire world. His pace was almost punishing.

All the tension between you. Every time in the dead of the night when you gaslit yourself into believing you didn't think of him while you had your hand between your legs. All let to this.

When he changed the angle, hitting a new spot, you instantly buried your hands in his hair, as you felt your orgasm built. His hand still circling your clit while thrusting into you. "Fuck, Y/N, I need you to cum for me."

With that you were done. You moaned loudly while you reached your high, digging your nails into Noah's back, causing him to moan too.

That's when you felt it. He groaned your name and you felt him twitch inside of you, cum spreading through you.

It was an interesting sensation for you. One that made you squirm under him. He thrusted as deeply as he could for a few more times. The pleasure causing you to sink your teeth into his shoulder, biting down to lower the volume of your screams.

After you both helped each other through your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm not gonna drop the cheesy question, asking you to be my girlfriend because I think you know I'll not let you go anytime soon." He says before pecking your lips and than getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up.

"I would love to be your girlfriend, Noah." You answered him after came back and cleaned you up. Noah laughed and than wrapped his arms around your torso to cuddle you tightly.

He lifted his head and pressed his lips to yours. "I would love to be your boyfriend too, Y/N."

When he lay back down on your chest, you started playing with his hair and couldn't help but think about the reality that was just meters away from you.

How the hell would you explain all this to your brother?

READ PART 5 HERE.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #rpf #collapsedglasshouseswrites

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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Thank you @robobbin for this adorable commission of Mafiafell Sans caring for their OC sick at home. You know I can't live without big scaryboys absolutely melting when their darling is unwell <3

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“hey sweetcheeks.”

You looked up from your position nestled on the couch, a flash of hot confusion and embarrassment momentarily awakening you from your feverish stupor. That... wasn’t the voice you expected to hear, coming through your front door. You lifted your head up a few inches- movement in inches was all you could manage right now.

... It was Sans. Sans was in your house. He had a nice, pressed red shirt and black pants- your spare keys hooked onto a claw, two plastic bags over one of his big arms, and an unreadable lilt to his shark grin.

“... Sans?” You mumbled, eyes widening into saucers. You felt your cheeks immediately get even hotter.

Your fever hadn’t improved, as you’d hoped it would. In fact, it had only gotten worse as the hours wore on; moving and thinking had grown increasingly impossible. In a total mess, you’d called Papyrus, asking if he could bring over something for you to eat... though you didn’t actually recall what he’d said back to you, most of it just blurring together in your head.

... You’d been expecting Pap. Pap knew you, he'd already seen you weak and gross before. Pap had carried you home from the gym, once, after you made the mistake of trying to keep up with his workout.

You were not anticipating the arrival of his hot brother, whom you had a massive crush on.

Despite feverishly sweating, you pulled the blanket further up over you. You felt embarrassed to be seen like this.

“sorry, i know you were expectin’ boss.” He put both of the plastic bags down onto the coffee table, crouching beside the couch to be closer to your eye level. You twisted your hands in the blanket, his proximity making your heart thump. “he’s swamped with work, so i’m droppin off the emergency goods instead. though i’ll be sure to let him know you missed him.”

“... O-oh.” Your mind was fried. You stared- he looked great. It felt like the longer you knew each other, the better he dressed, it was amazing how his presence could simultaneously make you feel so much worse but also so much better. “N-no, it’s okay. I’m... fine. You’re fine.”

He chuckled, musically, eyelights warm. His voice felt good in your painful chest. “i’m fine?”

“N-not like... fine as in hot. Fine as in okay.” Your cheeks were just on fire at this point. The fever had removed any and all barriers between your head and your mouth, so words just waterfalled out. “Not that you’re not hot. You are. You’re very hot. You.. uh,”

... Shit. Again, that little edge to his smile. You wanted to sink between the couch cushions and die.

Rather than make fun of you, Sans just gently reached over you, placing a cold compress against your forehead. He was so close you could smell him.

“you’re burning up. and ya look terrible. i’m gonna stay over and watch you.”

"N-no-!!" You blurted, nearly sitting up. The guy you liked, staying and seeing you completely out of it, at your absolute worst? No???

He grinned. "sorry, pet. not gettin' rid of me until your fever goes down."

... You covered your face with both hands. This was mortifying. Were you glad he was here? Absolutely. You didn't want to be alone right now, and his insistence on staying despite your protests felt good. But you still wanted to die.

“pap really went nuts with the food when he found out you were unwell. y’know he’s got a list of all your allergies? let’s see...” You could hear him start unpacking the bags, placing things onto the table. “some funky soup. saltines, popsicles, iced coconut water. ginger candy... whole bunch of herbal teabags. you ever had sea tea?”

You kept one hand on your face, gesturing randomly with the other. “Soup. Soup please.”

“soup comin’ right up, gorgeous.”

You tried to say thank you, but just a weak grumble came out, the room was spinning again. You heard him move into the kitchen... so you just let yourself sink back into the couch, comforted by another person’s presence.

...

You didn’t know how much time passed, he eventually returned. You could smell something nice.

"hey. can ya sit up a lil, for me?'

... You didn’t really respond to his query. Curled in blankets like a feverish squirrel, you merely made a sound in the back of your throat to acknowledge him. The fever was getting worse.

... Big hands, on your body. There was movement... Sans shifted you, everything spun. You were vaguely aware of him sitting you up, supporting you with one big hand- you did your best to just watch his face, focus on his lovely red eyelights.

"c'mon. soup’s ready. here comes the airplane."

... Despite the state of you, that made you giggle. And judging by the smile that filled your wobbling vision... he liked the sound.

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...

... He was probably enjoying himself a little too much.

Sans shifted his legs into a slightly comfier position from his spot in front of the couch. This definitely wasn’t what he thought he’d be doing today. He’d been planning on going out for a drink, maybe crossing some names off a list while his blood was up- the usual stupidity he filled his free time with.

... Then he got Pap’s call about you. And instantly, it had felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

Now, here he was; in his crush’s house, spoon-feeding her warm soup, trying to keep a nonchalant face while wrestling with an (emotional) noisy Soul.

... i haven’t felt like this in a long time.

You were so cute. His nasal ride wrinkled, and he pinched the soup spoon a bit tighter, restraining the urge to grab your cheek- he felt bad for not being able to stop thinking about how cute you looked, when you were so unwell. But he couldn’t help it. All snuggled up in blankets, hair frizzy and unkempt, glasses askew, flushed and warm... you had a twinkly, glazed look to your eyes, not too dissimilar from the look people got when they were drunk. He’d been fighting the urge to ruffle your hair this whole time.

...

Sans bit his tongue. This was mundane, compared to his normal life. Some might even consider it a chore. But... he hadn’t felt this nice in so long. He felt... useful. Wanted.

When was the last time someone had been openly, willingly, weak around him? When was the last time someone was in a state of fragility, and wanted him nearby?

Mushy feelings filled his chest. Soft. Overprotective. He was hyper-aware of how sick you were and he didn’t want to leave your side, not even for a second, not even to go home. Even just acknowledging those emotions made colour rise to his cheekbones... he hadn't felt anything like this level of protectiveness since Pap was just a babybones.

... But damn... it felt good to be needed.

...

Warm fingers curled around his hand.

He very nearly jumped out of his fucking seat at the sensation- he fumbled the soup spoon, mumbling out a little ‘shit’ as he broke out of his thoughts, turning to look at you.

... Your tiny hand was wrapped around two of his phalanges. Sparkly eyes peered up at him.

fuck. His Soul thudded in his throat. don’t look away from me.

"... h-hey. c'mon." His voice was shaky. "that ain't fair."

"Huh?" Came your bleary reply. so fucking cute. stop it.

"you've stolen my hand, doll."

... You looked to his captured hand, slowly. Like you only just realised you had it.

...

"... Mine now." You mumbled.

...

He tried to muster up a quick joke, like always. Tried to come up with a sharp-witted response. Something with swagger, something with a flirtatious edge, something with confidence that would show you how cool and collected he was.

...

Nothing came out of his mouth. It was like trying to start an empty car.

“... o-oh.”

...

"... You're great." You said, eyes fluttering closed.

"... huh?"

"Great guy. Handsome guy. Nice to me." It didn't sound like you intended those thoughts to be said out loud. He felt his eyelights flare- his Soul was thumping against his ribs.

Words banged at his tongue, but the only sound he managed to get out was a tiny shaking hum of affirmation.

You drew his hand up toward your face, he absolutely had the strength to stop you but he felt like he’d been flashbanged. All he could do was watch... as turned on your side to get cosy, pulled up his hand to your face... and happily nuzzled the back of it.

“My big guy.” You murmured.

...

Just like that, you were asleep.

...

Sans used his free hand to cover his face. His whole skull was carmine red, glowing like a campfire. It made him look almost as feverish as you.

...

i never want to leave.

#commissions #okay but MF SANS #can i get an amen up in here #only the most delightful bastards in this household

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mychlapci · 9 months

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okay so i don't know if this is gonna make a lick of sense but for the past three days i've had nothing on my mind but rodimus with a bigger than average anterior node

every single time he walks around it rubs against the inside of his modesty panels and it keeps swelling up with energon and then it creates a feedback loop that makes him constantly horny because of how good the smooth metal of his panels feels against the sensative nub of his node

maybe he gets it pierced and the metal of the piercing just increases the ever growing feedback loop and he just spends his days constantly horny if he's got his panels closed

ough modesty panels being a suggestion rather than a requirement on the lost light because roddy doesn't wanna be unbearably horny all the damn time with no way to blow off all the charge but the new rules regarding modesty backfires because bots keep cornering him in the hallways or on the bridge to rub at his node and after playing with it for a while they leave to get back to whatever they're doing and poor roddy is left pent up and drooling from how good it feels to have people rubbing at his anterior node with their rough fingers

magnus hooks up a chain to his piercing and a little device that shocks his node whenever rodimus starts slacking on his datawork and roddy gets so turned on from the electricity that when magnus comes into his office to check on him, he finds rodimus slumped over his desk, a datapad in one servo and the other frantically fingering his node and tugging on the chain as the device keeps shocking him. magnus pulling him into his lap and cranking the device all the way up to the highest setting and roddy seizes up and cums so hard he bluescreens because this is the first time since the lost light took off that he's had an overload because everyone keeps edging him by toying with his oversized node. it's like a fun little toy for the crew to play with, like a stress button that just so happens to come with a captain that squeaks and squeals whenever you pinch or pull on the squishy button that sticks out of his valve

oh maybe combined with boobs out roddy's got really sensitive nipples too. megatron gets them pierced because "oh they'll look so nice rodimus, very befitting of a prime" and while he says it as an offhand joke after they frag, when rodimus shows up to his next shift with panels and chestplates wide open and a series of pretty crystal flowers attached to a bunch of chains that crisscross from his nipples and around his hips and finally latched onto the piercing on his node megatron certainly isn't complaining

ough minimus slipping himself under rodimus desk and sucking on his node for hours as a form of encouragement and roddy barely lasts one hour before he's a sobbing, drooling mess.

swerve sets him up in a glory hole at the bar and mechs get the opportunity to frag all his holes and if they pay a little extra they can set off a super strong vibrator magnitised onto roddy's node and only the spikes in his intake muffle the screams that he lets out whenever the vibrator gets turned on

sorry for the long ask, i just think rodimus deserves to have a big sensitive node that gets played with <3

-burnt ice anon

t-dick Rodimus hell YES. This is so fucking good and now it's living in my mind too...

Rodimus' node being so big he can't keep it in his panels, having to walk around the ship with his pussy completely bare, which turns out to be a problem because people just won't stop touching it. And he can't even bring himself to stop them because it feels so damn good to be pushed against a wall, knees buckling while one of his crew rubs him almost to completion. Everytime someone corners him he lets them pinch and squeeze his node in the hope that they'll let him finish this time.

People sitting down next to Rodimus at the bar and casually lowering a hand between his legs, playing with his fat node until there's lubricants dripping down his seat. After they've finished their drink, they just leave Rodimus there with his legs spread and node twitching, ready to get idly played with by someone else.

mhmmm Rodimus with a piercing on his node and a chain connected to it. Sometimes Magnus pulls him around by the chain, torturing his poor pussy but it's the only way to get him to go to the bridge when he's slacking off…. Rodimus suddenly cumming all over himself in the middle of the hallway while he's being pulled forth by the chain, stumbling behind Magnus, begging him to stop and give him a while to recover but Magnus is too done with his shit, and just tugs on hs node harder.

Roddy getting his node played with and begging them to put their spike inside, but they refuse, bullying his pretty clit until he's a panting mess and his valve is clenching around nothing. Perhaps he ends up having his spike sheath locked and the only way he can overload now is with his node... (not to push on my newly discovered virginity kink but… Rodimus still having his seals in when he's captaining the lost light. He only ever gets his node played with, tight little hole remaining untouched while his clit is abused and bruised repeatedly throughout the day…)

#valveplug #OKAY #okay #no actually. i think i hauve covid #overstimulation #t-dick rodimus

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wonderthor · 2 years

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Birthday Bliss

late night quick writes

a/n: y’all i’m tired and gotta get up for work in like 3 hours😩😭

pairing: husband!geto suguru x black!female!reader

summary: sometimes things just don’t go as planned when you plan a special evening for your husband’s birthday, but that’s the best part.

warnings: married couple, SMUT 18+ (light choking, light degradation, pet names, mirror sex, p in v, no protection, creampie, light biting, cervix bruising, dirty talk, light slapping/spanking, light teasing), cursing, lingerie, unedited

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you were running very VERY late. it was your husband’s birthday and you planned this lowkey but special day for him and you were about to ruin it. you were ahead of schedule, as always, until you hit a bunch of unforeseen traffic on the way home from the mall. you told yourself you should have left earlier, but you were too busy looking at all the beautiful dresses in your favorite store. you went to the mall to buy yourself a sexy lingerie set, which didn’t take you long, but you still got distracted and now you were paying for it. which is why you’re on the phone scrambling around your closet trying to find your fancy dark blue gown.

“i know i know, i’m getting dressed as fast as i can! i’ll be there soon, just see if they can sit our table down when it’s time for our reservation in case i get there late. do you think i should just tell him to meet us there? i know it will ruin the surprise but that way he won’t be late to his own birthday dinner at least.”

you got undressed down to your new lingerie set as you talked on the phone and raked through your dresses. you finally found the dress you were looking for and laid it out. you were just about to unzip the dress to put it on when you heard a voice and felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around your torso.

“hey baby, i missed you,” your husband whispered in your ear before kissing you on the cheek.

your eyes widened. shit, shit, shit! how come i didn’t hear him come in?, you thought to yourself. “umm, ok i’ll see you later bye!”, you rambled into the phone and hung up on your friend.

you turned around and broke away from geto’s grasp to face him, retuning a kiss to his cheek. “hey honey! i missed you too. but we’re going somewhere, it’s a surprise so i’m not gonna tell you, so i gotta get dressed real quick okay?”

you turned towards your dress and started to unzip it before you realized he was still standing behind you. you turned to him and noticed he was staring right at you, well right at your body. he was eyeing you up and down, with a look in his eye that you knew all too well. you looked down and realized you were in nothing but your new lingerie set that was meant to be revealed to him after dinner. damn, i guess nothing is going as planned today.

he walked towards you and you walked backwards, trying to create some distance. “baby wait, we’re going to a restaurant with our friends and we need to hurry cuz it’s almost time for our reservation okay? g-geto?”, you spoke in a calm, slow manner as if you were pleading for your life, geto slowly but surely walking closer to you as a hunter slowly closes in on their prey. your back hit the wall with a thud and your husband stared intensely down at you, and god did you feel like you were about to be eaten alive.

he swiftly grabbed your ass and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands instinctively holding onto his shoulders. “i don’t think they would mind if we were only a couple minutes late. besides, it’s my birthday so i’m allowed to get what i want when i want, right princess?”. he whispered the last two words right into your ear, causing a shiver to erupt through your entire body.

you and your husband’s phones were ringing off the hook, most likely because you were now wayyy late to your reservation. but for some reason you couldn’t even begin to care. maybe it was because your husband currently had you bent over the bathroom counter with his massive dick hammering away at your insides and turning them to mush. you gripped onto the counter for dear life to steady yourself, although you gave up on keeping your head up as your cheek pressed against the cool marble, drooling against it. your mind was nowhere to be found and your husband wasn’t helping as he whispered the nastiest filth into your ears. “fuck baby, sucking me in like the needy little slut you are. look at you, taking me so well, such a good girl for me. so tight princess, i could stay right here and fuck you all night and day if i could. you’re my perfect little angel, aren’t you baby? so pretty and perfect just for me.”

you could honestly cum from just his words alone, or from his dick splitting you open and bruising your cervix in every thrust. his hips swiveled and he ran right into your g-spot, making you jolt up and cry out. he snickered and moved one of his hands up, wrapping it tight around your throat. “look at you, baby. you look so pretty like this, so pretty when you’re about to come all over me. come on princess, open your eyes and look,” he swooned in your ear before giving two firm pats to your cheek, effectively making you open your eyes.

you faced your reflection in the bathroom mirror, saw how your eyes were lidded and drool ran all the way down from your lips to his arm that was around your throat. that caused you to focus on his strong arms full of bulging muscles and veins, then up to his sweaty hair that was all over the place. you clenched down around him, as watching him fuck the life out of you brought you that much closer to your high. “fuck baby, are you about to come for me? squeezin around me so fuckin tight. tell me sweetheart -shit!- tell me,” he called out to you, making you wonder how he could speak as if he was simply stating poetry all the while his hips were slamming into you at breakneck speed.

“about t-to cum, baby. please, please let me cum,” you moaned out mostly coherently. you’re eyes hit the back of your head as his powerful thrusts hit your sweet spot over and over and his heavy balls slapped against your puffy and sensitive cunt. he squeezed your throat even tighter and the pace of his hips told you that he was close too.

“oh shit baby, that’s right. cum for me, it’s okay, cum for me babygirl.” your entire body tensed as you came hard against him, shaking and jolting as you let out a stream of cries and whimpers. with a couple more thrusts, geto bit down on your shoulder, cumming inside you and filling you up to the brim. he gradually slowed his thrusts down to a stop, leaning on your back and your head fell onto the counter face first. all that could be heard now was heavy panting, although you really couldn’t hear much since your mind was still floating in the heavens above. once your husband was able to breathe calmly, he leaned up and slowly placed kisses all the way up your back. he kissed up to your ear and whispered, “come back to me baby.”

your soul crashed back into your body and you leaned up, supporting yourself on your shaky arms. “i’m right here baby, happy birthday.” he smiled at you and gave a deep and passionate kiss.

“thank you, and thank you for giving me the best gift ever.” he turned you around so you were facing him, pulling you into an intimate make out session. suddenly, you heard a phone ringing again and you both pulled away. oh shit. your husband walked to his phone first and you carefully hopped of the counter and followed him into the bedroom to get yours. you scrolled through seemingly endless texts and missed call notifications from your friends. they were probably pissed or worried, or both. your husband’s cackle broke you away from your phone and you looked up at him. he walked over to you with his phone.

“look at this, look at what satoru sent me.” he showed you the text on his phone that read: “oh my god, you’re fucking her aren’t you? all of your friends are waiting at this restaurant and you’re fucking screwing your wife while we wait and die of starvation. it’s okay, because i’m ordering the most expensive shit here and i’ll make sure you pay for it.😡😡”

you clasped your hand over your mouth as you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. “oh my god, we’re so horrible! our friends waited so long for us, i feel so bad!”

your husband laughed at your shame, “don’t feel bad, it’s my birthday remember? come on, let’s get dressed and try to make it there before everyone leaves,” your husband said as he threw a shirt over his head.

“ugh, i told you we should have waited until after dinner,” you said as you turned to walk into your closet. but before you walked away, your husband pulled you into him and held your chin so you looked straight into his eyes.

“oh don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll have plenty more fun when we get home later, okay?” he slapped your ass before letting you go to walk into your closet. now your cheeks were heating up for a different reason.

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minamartin · 3 months

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Whispers of Violence - Chapter 3 : Slow Learner

Benny woke up to pain. His body instinctively shot up to a sitting position and with one balled up fist. Sweat shined on his forearm. He glanced at where the light was coming from. The lamp on the nightstand. Although the colors of the rising sun were already painting the walls of his bedroom. He felt sweat dripping from his forehead to his face, stinging his eyes. He stood up and opened the window closest to him. He stepped back to the nightstand where his pack of cigarettes were and slipped on the wet floor. His own sweat covered a big spot on the wooden floorboards. He lit up a cigarette and sat into the window, letting the morning air dry and calm him a little.

The vivid nightmare shook him to his bones. He registered that there is no real pain, except the one that already had gone away long time ago, but he could still feel it years later. Those three fuckers surprised him well. There were very few fights in his life, where Benny felt himself getting closer to death than he wanted to. First two minutes into that fight and he had already arrived there. This fight was a painful lesson of all the mistakes, that he will never make, ever again. After two long weeks on the health ward hooked onto fluid bags and strong painkillers, he had a lot of time to wise up in a relative and temporary safety.

It was not just the way that the fight had gone down that was alarming to him, but a throwaway sentence, that he had trouble making sense of even now – you're such a fuckup, even your own club wants to off you! What the fuck that was supposed to mean? He got the gist of it, but not the weight behind it. Now, looking back, it isn't so fucking complicated. Someone from the club blew the whistle and wanted those three clowns to take care of him inside. Well...they failed. Barely, but they did.

He watched the scenery from his window. Listened to the chirping of the awakening birds as his sweat dried onto his back. He stumped the cigarette and blow the last of the smoke out the window before closing it. He glanced at his bed that he climbed out of a few hours ago and found his place on the hard floor. He never once was able to sleep in his own bed in the few days he was free again. He constantly found himself gravitating towards the floor and falling asleep there.

He got rid of his underwear and went to take a shower. An idea was itcing inside his mind. Walking back to the bedroom, drying himself with his towel, he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. 7:40 am. No human is up at this hour on a saturday. He decided to sit and walk round the small house until eight. Then he sat in his truck and drove down to the grocery store. He picked up a few stuff that would make a decent breakfast and headed towards Vince's house. When he arrived, it was already 8:30 am.

He nervously knocked and waited. The cough getting louder signaled to him that Vince is coming. When he opened the door, he looked genuinely surprised. "How are you up before noon on a saturday?" He asked with furrowed brow.

"I couldn't sleep. I thought i bring you...breakfast." Benny lifted the bag.

"Breakfast?" Vince sensed that something was off. "Come on in!"

Benny stepped in and realized how much time passed since the last time he was here. Vince was always mostly clean and organized. The scent of a dog was apparent, so Benny kept his eyes on floor level for the old Rottweiler, Sully.

Benny swallowed thickly as they arrived to the kitchen. Now that he was here and full of questions, he felt guilt and anxiety about it. Vince was one of the oldest member in the club alongside Johnny, Brucie and Mel. Benny felt like even just asking questions would be an insult to Vince's integrity, but he preferred to think that he knew him better than that.

Vince took the bag full of groceries.

"Im assuming cooking isn't a skill that you picked up inside?!" He said half joking, half serious.

"No, i didn't." Benny admitted it and sank into one of the dining chairs.

Benny heard hoarse, non-human breathing. "Sully!" Benny sank onto his knees with a wide smile on his face and the dog came with all of his enthusiasm and love. Benny couldn't decide where to scratch the happy dog. "How are you old man?" Benny asked while the dog licked him and bit his hand with a playful intent.

"Better than me! Thankfully." Vince said mixing eggs with a fork.

Benny smiled at the dog and sit back on his chair, while Sully stood on his hindlegs so he could keep his front paws on Bennys thigh. His claws slightly pressed through the jeans, onto Benny's flesh.

"What wake you up?" Vince glanced at Benny and started the coffee machine.

"Just a few things i remembered." Benny felt like the blade was in his lower back again. "Things i couldn't put together." He said quietly and gazed off towards the coffee machine, where the brown liquid slowly started to drip into the pot and the smell of coffee started to fill the air.

"Such as..." Vince said patiently.

"Three dudes cornered me a few months after i was in. One of them had a Ghoul tattoo on his arm, so i would assume they were from there." Benny knew Vince knew who he was talking about.

The Ghouls were a biker club not far from their little town. They used to have regular brawls with them, when they came into town looking for trouble. They remained relevant from dealing drugs, running small brothels out of farm houses and they did not steer away from killing either.

"He said im such a fuckup, that even my own club wants to get rid of me." Benny said scratching his scalp behind his right ear. "I guess he was sure he will finish the job he got, otherwise he wouldn't have said this out loud." Benny shrugged his shoulders.

Vince turned around while the oil in the pan started to heat up. The longer he stared at Benny, the harder it was for him to overlook the disappointment in Benny's eyes. He couldn't help but feel for the kid. He met him when he was just fourteen years old. He somehow always found him around everywhere the club went. He was so interested in the bikes and the sounds they made. As he got older and more rebellious as the teenage years arrived, this interest haven't faded, only got stronger. He was only eighteen when he got accepted as their youngest member ever. He got the color and all.

Vince roughly chopped up an onion and poured onto the hot oil and started to move it around the pan.

Benny was undoubtedly the most loyal person in this club, loyal to the club. It was never a question whether or not he wants to be there. If someone was fighting, Benny would be there fighting alongside them. If someone needed help with their bike breaking down on the side of the road, or someone got injured, Benny would never try to shimmy away from lending a helping hand. The fact that this happened with him, someone from the club that he was loyal to, trying to get rid of him, in fact signaled Vince that the club is no longer as it used to be. He felt it in his bones for a while, but he tried to brush it off as the changing of times. But something like this, it was as loud and clear as a siren.

"The Ghouls." Vince said with a bitter taste in his mouth. "We haven't had a run in with them for a while. Johnny and their leader Burt made a deal to not bother each other anymore. They drew the border where they both agreed on and ever since we had no fights with them at all." Vince said and added the mixed eggs to the onion.

"Since when Johnny makes deals with other clubs?" Benny scoffed.

"Since he is getting tired and old." Vince sighed glancing at Benny. "Not all of us are still young and pretty, kid! We had been around those blocks many times and we are getting tired and older. Johnny made a deal with them, so he doesn't have to deal with them anymore at all. Sometimes you have to hurt a little, so you will not hurt a lot more later. We voted againts the heroine, the coke, all that shit. Nobody wants to go to jail for that useless stuff, so they made a deal that they don't sell or store their shit in our town, and we don't pass through their town at all. We go around."

"So the whole drug deal is over?" Benny asked and glanced at Sully who walked over to his water bowl and started to lap out of it loudly.

"Yeah. It came to place..." Vince had to think a little. "A few weeks, a month maybe after you went in. Im not sure on the exact date, but it was around that time." He said and a wild cough attacked him.

Vince poured coffe into two mugs and put one in front of Benny. The smell of the hot coffee not made him more awake, but made him realize how tired he is. Vince put half of the scrambledd eggs onto a plate, and washed some cherry tomatoes and spinach leafs and added it to the side of both plates. The forks he had put down onto the table made a clanking sound.

"So you think someone from the club tried to off you?" Vince asked plainly.

Benny scoffed and his face told it all. "Im not a rocket scientist, but even im aware that it was loud and fucking clear!" He said in a really pissed off tone.

"Okay, okay." Vince nodded try to calm him down. "Let's figure this out!"

Stella stared at the car standing next to the cab that she was sitting in at the red light. Her pale pink nails were scratching the fabric of her white sweatpants. She glanced down at her white, silk cami top, her baby blue Adidas sneakers and her baby blue bag beside her on the seat. Her nails were clashing with her worn colors. They served as a reminder to what she was doing just ten minutes ago, back at the apartment.

Packing a light suitcase, getting ready to fly to Palm Springs to attend a wedding at Sebastian's side. The female guests were required to wear only certain colors. Shades of pink or nude and black. Just as the men were required to wear shades of neutrals or black.

Her anxiety grew stronger with every minute that the cab was not moving towards it's destination. She hated to take the role of a passenger. Her Porsche was in the salon for the weekend. The flat tire served as a wake up call to her. A simple check made by the brand service's professionals, would not harm her car. Just her wallet a little.

She could not point her finger which thought pattern got broken into half, when the sudden urge to vent all her feelings out on her sister, overtook her like an avalanche. And she found herself on the backseat of a cab on a saturday. After her emotionally overwhelming day yesterday, she couldn't even fall asleep. All she could think about was to question her sister all of her lies that she told her. Ever. And if she ever told anything true to her?!

The sun was burning her right side as the cab started moving again.

She always categorized her own feelings towards her sister as complicated. She never really was close to her. Even when they were little, they were completely different kids. Carly loved going out with her own group of friends, Stella never really had any friends herself. Carly hated the horses and was always afraid of them, Stella felt safe and home amongst them. Carly was an avarage student but very popular in the school, where she was a straight A student, but nobody ever paid any interest to her. She was the quiet kid who no one ever had any trouble with.

After their mother had died, it did not take Carly a lot of time to decide to get away from home with her then boyfriend. She left her behind with their father. She never visited, never tried to write a letter or to even sneak in a call. Only a few times she tried to get in contact during her time in college – birthdays and christmas. She never even invited Stella to her wedding. If she wasn't the emergency contact in Stella's papers, she probably would not even showed up in the hospital that night.

Stella did not idolized her relationship with her sister, but she hoped that at the very least, the girl who was always famous about not holding back anything she had to say, will be honest with her. The joke was on her.

"We're here." Said the cab driver, stopping by the sidewalk of the house.

"Please wait for me here. It won't be more than 10 minutes." Stella said.

"It's your money young lady." The cab driver left it up to her as she got out.

Stella throw her handbags shoulder strap over her back and clutched at the gift bag's handle. She felt her self control thinning out, and she haven't even ranged the bell yet. She glanced down at the gift bag and reminded herself, that there is a child in this house. Her own niece.

She took a deep breath, ringed the bell and waited.

"Hi!" Stella saw how surprised her sister is to see her when she opened the door. "Come on in!" She was inviting nonetheless. "I have the lunch on the stove!" She said in a hurried voice and rushed back into the house.

Stella closed the door behind herself, and despite always taking off her shoes, now she didn't felt the need. She walked slowly. Trying to mold the things she wanted to say into a form of a polite or at least a civilized conversation.

"Stella!" Violet jumped up from where she was playing with her Ragdoll cat, Annabelle. Stella hated this cat. She peed in her shoes, scratched up her whole forearm several times and hissed at her regularly. And just as any cat, after the damage was done, it curled up into a ball of fur in her lap and demanded gentle caresses. Stella usually maintained her distance from that thing as best as she could the few times she had been in this house.

Violet tightly hugged her legs.

"Hi." Stella smiled down at her and lightly rubbed her back. "I brought you some stuff. They were collecting into a pile for a few weeks now, so..." Stella put down the bag that had an unicorn on it, that jumped over a rainbow. As best as her sister kept her informed, her niece was in the unicorn and mermaid phase. Her little hands grasped onto the ears of the bag, brushing past Stellas fingers.

"Wow! It's hard." She tried to lift it from Stella's hand.

"Heavy. Not hard!" Carly corrected her daughter.

"Heavy. What's in it?" She asked with curious eyes.

"Look in it yourself." Stella winked at her with an honest smile.

Violet smiled and struggled to lift the bag, so she went with dragging it on the floor into the dining room where a few toys were on the ground, along with the cat that eyed her with her usual feral and mean gaze.

"Oh, marshmallows. Unicorn marshmallows." Violet was ready to open it up.

Carly ran over to her daughter and quickly pulled the bag full of sweets out of her daughters hands, who was ready to fight her mother for the sweets. "Auntie brought it to meee!" Violet was getting loud, but her mother was the stronger and got the bag before it could rip open.

"And i won't eat it!" Said Carly firmly, walking back to the kitchen and putting into one of the top cabinets. "For three days she is not willing to eat anything else but cereal, waffles and ice cream." Carly glanced at her sister from the stove where she stirred something in a pot with a whisk. "But what's up with you? What kind of lightning hit you, that you came over willingly and i didn't had to beg?!"

Stella decided to let that statement slide. Carly really did called her often ever since she recovered from that night and rented her own apartment, and then throughout her time living with Sebastian too, but she always had the feeling she only does it out of politeness and the sincerity behind the invite isn't actually there.

"The realtor called me on thursday. Yesterday i went there to sign the papers."

Stella figured that the fastest way out is through. The second Carly's movements stiffened and her body froze up, she knew she struck a nerve. "I also ran into Robert and Julia. They had some interesting things to say." Stella continued on a calm and patient tone. She hoped that Carly will fess up to her lies if she gives her that chance.

"Just out of curiosity, did you ever planned on telling me the truth? About how and when dad really died? About Benny? Did you ever told me the truth about anything at all?" The last sentence of Stella was more of an accusation than a question.

"Oh, for the love of..." Carly's hands rose up beside her hips "No. It haven't even occured to me to tell you the truth about dad, about that night, and neither about that biker. And you know why? Because i care about you and i want the best for you, and whether you believe it or not, you knowing the truth is not the best thing in these cases!"

A loud scoff escaped Stella's throat.

"So...you trying to tell me, that you lied to me about these things because im such a pathetic, miserable person that i can't take the truth?! Hm?!" The indignation in her voice was overwhelming, but not loud as she was aware of the little kid a few meters away from their argument.

"I don't say that, don't twist my words! Im trying to say, that i decided not to tell you, because you had to deal with a lot all at once." Carly said insecure and turned back towards the stove, whisking the content of the pot harder and faster than before.

"Im pretty sure a few sentences would not have added anything to that!"

"Oh, so you sure, 'kay!" Said Carly in a dismissive tone. "So what you trying to tell me, is that only reason that you're here, that upset as you are, is because i lied to you about how that sack of shit died, and not because you found out who did it and then what happened to him because of it?!

Stella felt like a deer caught in headlights and swallowed thickly.

"You see?!" Carly furrowed her brows with a hint of judgement in her eyes, that really bothered Stella... "You really shouldn't have upset yourself because of him. He would have ended up in jail anyway for some type of bullshit. At least for once in his life, he did something good for this world!" But not nearly as much, as the sentences that came next.

"How dare you?!" A deep and furious yell erupted from Stella. Fury and sadness overtook her, and even a child present wasn't a deterring factor, because the dam was cracking. "How can you say such things? How can you devaluate someone's life who you never even bothered to meet?!" Stella's voice got lower and lighter as the sadness grow larger as she thought of Benny. "You don't know him!"

"Why should've i met him, Stella? What for? You thought..." A scoff turned into a laugh as Carly started to speak and she was genuinely amused by the situation whereas Stella felt utterly miserable. "You thought there was gonna be a future for you and a biker guy who never took any kind of commitment in his life, not even as something simple as a fucking job?! You thought you gonna have kids and a house and a life you wanted? Because then im sorry to tell you little one, but that was never going to happen. He would have flown off of his stupid bike onto a car's windshield, became an alcohol or a drug addict, or ended up in jail like most of these guys. And we talking about these things becoming your problem, if we even being generous, and assume he would be faithful to you and not cheat on you the first chance he has."

Stella felt like crying, but her dignity wouldn't allow it. As her sisters words echoed in her mind, she only could feel sadness. Sadness that even though she always kept her sister at arms length with her trust and most intimate and insecure thoughts, she hoped that she would be proven wrong. But she wasn't. She was right to never open up to her sister.

Stella felt like she stepped into solidifying concrete.

Unable to move.

Carly pulled the pot off the stove and put it onto a wooden cutting board.

She walked over to her sister.

"You never should have even begin with him! You and him, were completely different worlds! When you mentioned him to me after you came out of it...i thought you were joking!" Carly took a sharp breath in. "All of the sudden when you were telling and asking about him...i felt like i had fucking flashbacks from my..." Carly bit her lower lip and closed her eyes towards the ceiling. "You had no idea how much danger you put yourself out to when you were with him. In every sense of the word! Did you seriously thought that he's not gonna have something to say...or do about you and a biker?" Stella knew Carly was talking about their father.

"I didn't came here...to talk about Benny. Me coming here was about you, and me, and only partially about Benny! It was about me, putting my trust in you because you were the only one i had left to do so! And now..." Stella raised her arms into the air with a directionless gaze onto the terrace, then turned around. Tiredness took over her body as she quietly walked out of the house. She just felt so tired. Her whole body felt ten times heavier than it ever did, in the same exact moment when she would hope for some relief.

Benny sat up on one of the stools againts the wall. He opened his pack of cigarettes and shoved one between his lips. He glanced at Vince who was sitting at the bar with a book and a glass of whiskey. Having a wild night. Benny's lips curled up into an easy smile. Johnny was sitting at his usual table with Brucie and Cal. Brucie's girlfriend Gail and half a dozen women occupied two tables that they pushed together and sat all around it. The bar was full of dudes, but those women were the loudest noise in the busy bar. A few younger girls were sitting in the corner. Some of them were throwing darts. Some of them were constantly eyeing him and sending a smile towards him every now and then. He was not interested.

He spent the entire day getting his things in order. Buying a few new clothes, getting some food in his fridge, fixing a few stuff around the house, giving a good wash to most of his stuff, including his sheets. He did a shitty job, as usual. Stella was the one who made everything smell so nice. Her scent always filled up the air, wherever she had gone. His bathroom, his kitchen, his truck. His bed. Even the bar itself. Everytime she used to be here, one could already tell when stepping into the bar, just taking a sniff of the air that usually smelled like sweat, blood, cigarettes and dust.

He had enough trouble on his mind, but the thoughts and memories of Stella kept running around his mind, occupying every inch of space in his thoughts. She wasn't here anymore with him, but she never really left him. He could still see her clearer than the people in front of his eyes in this bar.

"Well...i guess it's gonna go down between you and me!" Wahoo broke the silence around the pool table, where he won the round amongst the boys. Benny was ready to cash in that hundred, but before that he hoped for some answers more than that bill.

"So...Wahoo...you talked about some guys that got shot down?!" Benny said, talking around the cigarette between his lips, and set up the balls at the middle of the table.

"Oh...yeah." Wahoo scratched his forehead. Benny knew him even before he went inside. They were the same age. He had flat and boring jokes, but his stupidity and naive nature always made up for it in regards of funny stories. "They were new. Only been in the club for a month maybe. We're still... we were doing the coke stuff, so we put them to guard the warehouse. Next day when we count the packs, we're down two. It was rather obvious and the packs were found in one of their backyard. The stupid fucks stole it and buried in their goddamn garden! Can you believe it?!" Wahoo laughed and shoot the first ball.

"Yeah. I can." Benny said quietly.

Benny sort of learned that people are indeed that fucking stupid! Nothing new about that. But also, he believed that this way was too easy. It smelled like someone tried to frame two guys, who were at the right place at the right time for him.

"Who found the packs?" Benny asked circling the table for the right position.

"We did." Said Corky, blowing out the smoke of his cigarette on his nose.

"Who shot them?" Benny asked, standing into position with the billiard cue.

"Mel." Wahoo said focused on the table.

Benny bent down above the table. He froze into motionlessness. He glanced at the left corner of the bar. Mel was sitting there with a few of his buddies. They were playing cards. Thick cigar smoke surrounded them and their mood wasn't as easy and uplifted as the rest of the bar's guests. That alone told a lot to Benny, who shot the ball right into place with one swift motion. It was his turn again.

He found it unusual for Mel to not sit closer to Johnny, as he usually did. He always preferred sitting close to the fire and it's warmth. Also, he was the only one who didn't even walked over him for a hug or just even for a fucking hanshake when he got out and had his first free night in the bar.

Benny winced as a thought crossed his mind.

His shot the next ball into it's place.

Johnny preferred to take care of things himself, when extreme measures were needed. Who was there when Mel took down those two guys? Was there anyone? And those two guys really did took the two packs or someone just hid it at one of their house, to shift the blame and save his own ass. To not look suspicious he sends two guys to look around their house, so he is not the one who both finds the packs and shoots down the so called thieves. This way he doesn't look that suspicious.

Benny continued to shoot the balls, until all of them was in the right place.

"Sorry man. You owe me a hunded!" Benny sighed careless, looking at the empty table with nothing but the green fabric and the white ball on it. Something haven't made sense to him though. No one could do this alone. There had to be more than one person behind all of this. These little pieces – the stolen packs, the guys who got shot down, him being almost killed inside, the deal that Johnny struck with the Ghouls. Benny had a feeling that these things connect somehow.

"I owe more than that to you and many others, Ben. You and many others." Said Wahoo throwing the hundred on the pool table in twenty and ten dollar bills.

Benny sat back on the stool as he did before. He felt tempted to light another cigarette, but he controlled the urge. He started to spin a coaster under the tip of his finger. He was wearing the colors again. He rode his bike, again. But was he still one of them? After all, one of them tried to get rid of him, and he had a pretty good idea who, but he had no idea, why and who else was inon it. So far the only thing he knew for sure, is that Vince is the only person in this club, who he can trust without a doubt.

Stella barely felt the cab's air conditioner. She was born and raised in California, but she never once in her life was in Palm Springs before. If there was anything other than the fact, that there is nothing here except rocky desert and hotels with pools, the heat was definitely enough ro convince her, that she never wants to come visit again.

She glanced at Sebastian beside her. He was busy looking at the scenery behind the moving cab's window. Stella nervously opened her small, pink, suede clutch from Gucci. She was suddenly glad that she didn't returned it a few weeks ago, because she didn't had any kind of handheld bag for the dress that she bought only for this occassion.

The cab arrived to the luxurious resort which was reserved for the wedding that had not less than hundred guests. Sebastian paid the driver, got out and opened the door for Stella, which he always insisted on doing with every door. Stella thought it was a kind gesture but she always felt inferior to this kind of behaviour.

"You should have sprayed less of this perfume. It is very potent."

And then he said something like this, and Stella felt a little puzzled.

"I was afraid because of the heat i will stink of sweat." She said quietly.

"Nonsense! You always smell nice."

Stella usually felt at her wit's end with Sebastian. One minute he was making passive-agressive comments or form a not so endearing opinion and the next, he was making compliments like no one else. Confusion haven't even began to describe what she felt in regards to Sebastian sometimes. He was a gentleman out in public, and even the most nitpickiest eyes and ears could have not guessed how empty and emotionless, bland their relationship was. People were always convinced that they are a happy couple. Stella herself became good at pretending. That's all she ever did in her life. It came naturally to her with Sebastian as well. He asked to keep up appearances? She did.

"How do you know this man again?" Stella asked as he offered her his arm.

"I went to a 4th of July weekend gathering at the Hamptons a few years back, and we ended up having a conversation about architecture. I learned that it is his profession and we remained in touch. He sometimes comes to the restaurant when he is in town." Sebastian said as he walked in a pace, which Stella's pink Louboutin's allowed her on the uneven cobblestones.

Stella had no clue about architecture. It wasn't an art form that interested her, but regardless to that, she had eyes to see if something looked aesthetically pleasing. The resort seemed smaller than it looked from the outside. Fully white, short buildings with the wooden supporting beams sticking out at their roofs. The courtyard had a pretty fountain that was full of pink and champagne colored roses and their petals. The archways, the woodworks, the disorganized placement of the giant, red clay potteries at the courtyard reminded her of the pictures in one of Sebastian's books about Moroccan and Mexican architecture.

Stella remained half beside, half behind Sebastian and tried to remain silent as Sebastian carried sophisticated and deeper conversations with other guests. She smiled politely and formed an answer when they even asked her a question. They mingled with other guests, which Stella knew none of, but she was completely fine with that. Professors, writers, artists, and restaurant owners, other architects, even interior designers. Stella usually felt out of place amongst Sebastians friends and acquaintances, so the feeling was nothing new. The male ones usually heavily flirted with her, some of them wasn't even pretending that they're not, and Sebastian only interfered when his treshold of tolerance got overstepped by them.

She went through a mandatory dance with Sebastian, who insisted on doing what everyone else. Stella hated to dance, but regardless of that, she learned a few formal dance steps from Sebastian a while back. When she finally was able to sit down, she felt relieved. Christian Louboutin made artistically mesmerizing shoes, but they were hell on earth to walk in for an extended periods of time. She preferred other brands when it came to shoes, but she had no other pink heels than this piece. A freshly and fastly approaching migraine threatened her with consequences, so she picked up her water glass and started to work on making it disappear.

She started to feel herself zone out sitting still on her chair. Yesterday after arriving into town, Sebastian insisted on going to a late lunch in a restaurant called Elmer's. This was the first place where Stella saw a dish called Dutch Baby for the first time ever in person. She saw this on pictures before and was curious about how it would taste, but now that it was in front of her, she didn't find the appetite for it. She took three bites and Sebastian finished most of it. They went up on a thing called aerial tramway and got a good look of the vast desert that was surrounding them. At night they went to have dinner at a mediterranean restaurant that looked and tasted more mexican than mediterranean to Stella, but at least she was able to take a few pictures with her phone, because the interior of the place was really pretty.

Stella run her eyes through her surroundings. It was a really pretty place. Fairy lights were hang up everywhere. The music was on the tolerable side of being loud and the people around her were on the soberer side of wasted. She glanced at her plate. A few bites of the colorful salsa were a reminder of her failed attempts to eat. She unnoticeably shook her head and with a frown on her nose made the rest of her water disappear.

She nervously twisted her cocktail ring around her finger as she searched the crowd with her eyes, looking for Sebastian. Her eyes found him talking with a quite older gentleman with a handkierchief in his tuxedo's pocket. They seemed to have a really serious and deep conversation. For a second she contemplated walking over to him, and asking him if they could end their visit here tonight, but she did not had the heart. Just because she wasn't having a good time, it was no good enough reason to ruin his.

Stella haven't thought that the first thing she will do after arriving back to the city, is to go straight to Sephora – after a long shower -, but here was she. The heat of the sun in Palm Springs demanded and ate up all the sunscreen she had, so she had to replace it. Her usual problem was that she could spend hours wandering around the shelves of this store. She always loved looking for new products, especially new perfumes. Although, ever since she started to travel around Europe with Sebastian, she fell in love with the tiny little niche perfume stores that had all kinds of mesmerizing perfumes that she could not wait to get her hands on. This is how her perfume collection became as formidable in size as it was.

She started to looking at new make up removing products when she felt her phone buzzing in her bag. She was half curious, half annoyed as to why on earth the realtor would be possibly calling her again. "Stella Chamberlain." She picked up in a formal manner.

"Hi. Stella, it's me, Amber. Im sorry for calling you, but the new owners did not had your number and they were having some questions about the borders of the farm and about sewage pipes and they talked about some kind of well, or water supply pipe. Basically it had to do with them wanting to build barn and other kind of additional buildings for the horses."

Stella haven't got much information from this rambling.

"I was under the impression that my sister handed you all of the papers and legal documents that are needed for the selling of the farm." Stella smelled the shit from potentially upcoming problems she had to deal with. Even standing a few steps away from the perfume section...

"I received the floor plan and...a moment please." Stella heard clicking. "Yes, i got all the legal documents, the floor plan of the house, but she didn't bring papers regards to the farm and it's layout. For example i knew that originally there were stables and an arena as well, but that got torn down years before you put the farm up for sale, but i guess the blueprints or something are needed, because the current owners want to build additional stuff and they don't know where or how to start, or if new sewage pipes and water pipes needed to be put down instead of using the old ones that you had."

Stella closed her eyes for a long second and inhaled, forcing patience onto herself.

"I will look for the papers and get back to you as soon as i found something."

"Thank you, Stella. Im sorry for bothering you still." She said.

"No worries." Stella put down the phone.

Actually all she had was worries.

She paid for her make up removal, sunscreen, face mask, favorite moisturizer and shampoo, and hopped into her car. Giving up on hel self-care day, she drove out to the warehouse where she was renting a storage unit. It was mostly full of boxes, that she meant to go through but she never found time or if she found, she was not in the mood to do so. She started going through endless piles of boxes. One after the another, because Carly really had no care to even scratch a word onto the boxes, as of a guide to what exactly any given box contains.

"Just another fuck you, for me...personally." Stella mumbled under her breath.

She went through five boxes and a particularly big and heavy box had gotten into her hands. When she opened it up, she quickly realized that the box contains all of her trophies, medals and ribbons from the years she spent showjumping and going to eventing competitions. "You really did not fucking care!" Stella mumbled with bitterness in her voice when she thought of her sister.

She still was able to look at these objects and feel proudness, accomplishment and self worth. Because it was the result of all of her hard work. She was riding horses ever since she was seven. And she didn't stop until she was fourteen, fifteen. She worked hard, woke up early morning and went to bed late at night to make sure that the horses she rode were tended to. She never had her dinner before her horses did. She won eventing competitions with backyard bred horses that were deemed worthless, but she worked with them until they started to worth twenty five grand with the training behind them.

Her mother trained all three horses she rode throughout the years and all of them came close to worth more than one hundred thousand dollars after she kept winning on their backs again, and again. The clanking metal was a reminder for her, that at the very least she was good at one thing – horses. This fact alone got her through the worst days of her life. This was the only proof that she had for her own self worth. And here it was. In a fucking box. Put here by someone who hasn't even had a care to throw a few socks or bubble wrap around it.

She set the box aside in the far corner, and continued with the rest. She kept on looking through the boxes. The next one, and the next one after that. She found a relatively new photo envelope in one of them. She recognized her own handwriting in the date she wrote on the back of the envelope. She could not resist not opening it up, because she knew what was in it.

Memories found her in the form of dozens of photos. Photos she took on the summer she spent with Benny. Most of the pictures had Benny on them. Stella always loved taking pictures. Taking fleeting moments with feelings about them, and turning it into forever. Benny was still the handsomest guy she ever laid her eyes on, and there was quite a few who tried to get together with her. Every camera she picked up, whether her phone or her expensive digital one, seemed to amplify his handsomeness.

She flicked through the photos. She barely could recognize herself with Benny's jacket and color on her, turning her back to the camera and only the side of her face and her long hair was visible from behind as she was looking somewhere. She had no idea when Benny took this picture of her, but it was a nice one. But the best ones were about Benny. Her lips trembled, threatening her with crying. She shoved the photos back to the envelope and put it back into the box.

She had to focus on what she came here for!

It was few minutes short of five in the afternoon, when she found folders and folders of what she assumed the realtor and the couple needed. She left the trophies behind until she could figure out where she wanted to put them or how to pack them away with the dignity they deserved.

She went to make a copy of the papers, picked up her dinner in the form of a fast food cheeseburger menu and returned to the apartment, that Sebastian already left to go to work. She took a shower, changed clothes and sat down to work on her sketches for the upcoming resort collection. She worked until she couldn't sit in her chair anymore, then she went to bed with exhaustion conquering her.

Stella started to think of the town's gas station as a cursed place. As she walked out of the shop in her high heeled sandals, she recognized Vince, who pulled up beside her to get fuel. Stella remembered him as the guy who might as would have been Benny's father. He always cared about him, helped him, patched him up, gave him advice. He also taught Stella playing cards and the name of different ducks swimming on the town's small lake.

"Hi, Stella." He said politely with a small, friendly smile.

"Hi Vince. Nice to see you again." She said and she meant it.

Vince was truly a nice person.

"You too." Vince pulled out the filling pistol from his car and put it onto it's place. "Im sorry if im bothering you, but there is something i wanted to talk to you about. Do you have a few minutes? Like pulling over there with me?!" Vince extended his arm towards the parking spots beside the gas station.

Stella grew anxious but not nearly as much when she met Johnny.

"Of course." She said nodding.

They parked beside each other, and when Stella got out of her car, she spotted the Rottweiler on the front seat. Her smile instantly shot up. "Sully! Hey!" Her voice got softer and higher as she went to caress and scratch the teddy bear like dog's head and ears. "Oh my Goood, you're still so cute! If you dropped a pup to some pretty little lady Rottie, please tell me where it is, so that i can raise it!" Stella's voice was playful and high pitched as she scratched the old dog's ears with her long, still light pink painted nails, which he seemed to really enjoy and lean into her scratches.

"Im sorry, but he is too old and lazy to get into the mood anymore. So there are no pups. Or at least, not to my knowledge." Vince said, standing beside his own car and leaning onto it with his arms crossed at his chest.

Stella glanced at him and remembered that he wanted to talk to her.

"Listen..." Vince glanced down at his own shoes. "I know this is a sensitive subject to you and i don't mean to...intrude or hurt your feelings, but...i wanted to ask you about that particular night."

Stella sensed that he tried to be discreet.

"What of it?" To Sully's gratitude, Stella kept on with the scratches.

"Im interested if you recognized anything out of place, unusual, weird that night. Like a suspicious person, car, bike or anything that was out of the ordinary compared to other nights." Vince asked as Sully's satisfied panting was the only noise between them.

Stella was always good trying to anticipate people's thought process. This way she was able to evade a few fights and beatings from her father. She always listened carefully how people spoke to her, how they breathed, how they moved. She was also forced to learn to read a room and sense someone elses's mood. This was how she defended herself and evaded fights and confrontations that could have ended really badly for her.

"You're...trying to figure out who called the cops on Benny that night."

Vince's eyes shot up to Stella's. He always knew she was exceptionally smart and aware of her surroundings. It didn't surprised him much that she quickly read between the lines of his unsaid words.

"Yes." Vince nodded.

"Ever since i learned about...that, what happened to him..." Stella felt anxiety getting comfortable in her stomach everytime she thought or spoke of Benny. It was an awful feeling to associate with the person, who at one point in her life meant everything to her. "I thought about that too. I mean...after i was better, even then i couldn't figure out how i even got help. You know, like how the ambulance came, how i ended up in hospital?! I wasn't able to call them and my father certainly didn't called them! And no one else was there...i mean...until Benny came."

"I see." Vince nodded with an empathetic look.

As silence moved between them, Stella kept on scratching Sully's other ear.

"So nothing unusual happened? You met with no one on your way home or anything?" Vince tried again, desperately looking for a missing piece of the puzzle.

Stella stopped to think for a minute.

"Well..." She said with a disgusted and loathing frown on her face. "If anything was unusual, it was the naked blonde woman in Benny's house with him...but i don't think that's the type of event that you're referring to!" Stella truly felt disgusted as the memory of the naked woman painted itself back at her mind again.

"What blonde woman?" Vince asked with a furrowed brow.

"Ask Benny! Im sure he knows more about her than me." She said with a dry tone. She glanced at the dog that really enjoyed her touch and smiled at him. "Sorry buddy, but i gotta go!" Stella withdrew her hand and rubbed her fingers together to get rid of the fur that stuck to her hand. "Im sorry but...i really didn't noticed anything unusual. I just know that other than me, my father and apparently later Benny, no one else was in the house that night." Stella said, opening the door to her driver's seat.

"Stella!" Vince softly called after her and she half turned towards him. "When we're young...we do a lot of stuff that we don't think through. You know...we can get a little carried away, especially us, we, at the club. What im trying to say is...i went upstate to visit him once a month. You know, bringing him stuff he needed in there, being there that he has at least one person he can talk to. And there wasn't a single visit, where his first question wasn't about you!"

Stella's heart stuttered for a second.

She felt goosebumps covering her skin, all over her body.

"Whatever he did...to that...woman..." Vince felt uncomfortable talking about this. It was written all over his face and it was apparent in his voice. "He loved you. He still loves you!"

Stella swallowed the rock in her throat. How many times she imagined that to be real. Benny loving her. She wanted that. She would never ask anything else out of life, just Benny to truly love her. But she outgrew that kind of naivety. She became too damaged. She became distrustful, even of her own emotions, especially nowadays. She preferred to rely on logic instead of her emotions.

"He loves the club more than he would ever be capable of loving me. And i accepted that." She said with a sad smile. "Take care, Vince!" She said kindly as she got into her car and closed the door on herself, then drove away.

Vince slowly parked next to Benny's truck at the mechanic shop. He got out and saw Benny working under a lifted up car. Vince wasn't sure if he should mention his meeting with Stella to Benny or not, but it did not made sense keeping it a secret. He would probably got the news from someone else that she was in town.

"Isn't it your lunch time?" Vince asked checking his watch.

"Greg went home for lunch. Im not hungry." Benny said dismissively.

"Okay. Then i'll have my lunch alone, i guess. I brought burgers from the diner."

Benny relentlessly continued to work againts the rusted in screws with a few curse words under his breath. Concentrating on work helped him not to worry about his situation with the club and also helped keeping the thoughts of Stella away.

"I met your girl an hour or two ago." Vince said sitting down to the chair.

Benny stepped away from the car with the wrench in his hand.

"She's in town again. There was a bunch of papers in her bag on the passenger seat, so i assume she still has some stuff going on with selling the farm." Vince said putting down the paper bags onto the working table, full of tools Benny used to try to get the screws to loosen up.

"When was this?" Benny furrowed his brows.

"Around ten am. I met her at the gas station on my way to the doctor's office."

Vince never fall in love with anyone, so he found the face of someone who clearly is in love, change in matter of a second, when the person they are in love with gets mentioned, interesting.

"I asked her if she saw anything suspicious or unusual around the farm that night, but she said no. But she mentioned something unusual happening in your house though. Regarding a blonde." Vince added witha dry tone.

Benny glanced down at the wrench in his hand with shameful eyes. "I fucked that up." He admitted, murmuring under his breath. Every single part of that night still haunted him. The pain that lingered days after Stella told him that she needs to go back to college. The pain of the thought of her not being with him, but with someone else. Her not being here, but somewhere else. The abandonment he felt. The anger and sadness he felt. The meaningless, joyless sex which never even brought him release from under all of his frustrations.

The petty mindset of his simply was – she is not gonna leave me, im gonna leave her. Yet when she walked into his house that night and processed the scene she had walked into, Benny could see on her face that he broked her heart into pieces. Nice! - she said. That one fucking word echoed in his ears ever since and never left. Up until that moment the thought of trying to have another conversation with her about this, instead of stubbornly storming off on his bike, never even crossed his mind. The realization of how much he hurt her without even saying a word came many months later.

He always was a slow learner.

Stella felt her own thousand yard stare overtaking her. The conversation around her was an inaudible mess of echoes. She gazed towards the green field around the house. It was an inviting and peaceful scene. She didn't belonged here anymore, but she felt like she got transported back at her own past.

"Do you think you could find it?"

Stella's head took a rapid turn to the approaching voice of a woman.

"Hm?!" She smiled politely and furrowed her brows. "Im sorry?!"

"The pipes. Do you think you could, like pinpoint them around the farm? I mean, you remember where the barn and the buildings were?" The woman asked handing her a glass of water.

Stella glanced out the window.

"I mean...i would not trust your money on my childhood memories. I thought something in the papers i brought will be able to help you. I really don't have anything else regards to the...renovations of the farm. I was basically a child when my mother was still changing a few things around, renovating stuff and everything got tore down when i was around sixteen, seventeen. Even then i wasn't included in those stuff." Stella said taking a sip from the cold water.

She glanced at her phones screen which showed 19:45 pm. She arrived into town around ten am. She really had no idea how the day got so ahead of her. She really had no emotional bandwidth to deal with all of this. She had a store to run, clothes to design, business trips to plan and to deal with her own messed up personal life. She had no one to lend a helping hand, yet here she was in two strangers life drama, trying to solve something she had no fucking responsibility to do so.

"My lawyer said that if you have the legal papers to...you know, if your parents deceased there is a death certificate. If you have that you can requests old legal documents to be given out to you. If you're parents did renovations around, they surely needed to get some kind of legal paper work done which usually requires a lawyer. I mean even if they owned the land, the pipes and electricity work that needs to be done at this level, at this scale, requires some kind of lawyer to be involved."

The moment the man started to talk about lawyers, all of Stella's anxiety started to burn and spread at a rapid pace. She hated dealing with lawyers. Perhaps it was stemming from her childhood with her abusive, lawyer of a father. Perhaps just a financial standpoint.

Stella's ring clanked on the glass in her hand.

She took an unnoticed, but deep breath hrough her nose.

"I will look into it." She forced a smile.

"Thank you. It really would save as several hundreds if not thousands of dollars." Said the woman.

Stella smiled and handed over the glass to the women, murmuring a thanks.

"Oh, and you could leave your number for us. The realtor said that the deal is closed, so she has no business interferring between us so we should communicate with each other." The man said with a polite but unpleasant smile.

Stella forced another smile and scratched down her number to a paper.

As she walked back to her car, she was convinced that the universe is having a laugh. She droved slowly and carefully on the still not renovated road that lead to the house. As she drove, a thought occured to her. The last work her mother got done around the farm, was the renovation of the stables that once got heavily flooded. When she was out on a ride, during the renovation of the stables were still going on, the workers machines were beside the road and she had to make a far trip with her stallion, because he grew anxious and stressed out from the loud noises the machines were making.

She stepped on the brakes and her car came to a complete stop. She gazed out onto the tree line. She knew the wooden fence was several meters behind them. The wooden fence that seperated the road to the house from pasture where the horses used to run wild and graze. She slowly started to remember the conversation between her mother, the ranch hands and the workers. Something had to be done through and across the field, because the layout and elevation of the farm didn't allowed it to be done the easier way. The grass grew a little different size and color around that area that the workers did something on. It must have been some kind of water pipe, since electricity wasn't lead through that way, underground.

Ste turned off the engine but kept the lights on. She found the flashlight in the glove compartment, took the key out of the ignition and started her way amongst the trees. She herself didn't knew what she was looking for. She just wanted to give the owner something, so they get off her back.

She walked past the oak tree that used to be the exact place where Benny waited for him on the occasions he picked her up from the farm. She warned him to never to come further in the farm, because that corner was the last one where they could remain invisible to her father, who could've easily spot them in the distance from the house if they went further.

She walked further in until the outer wooden fence. Dry, sunburned dirt and dust got into her open front suede sandals and collected under her toes. She started to think that she really picked the worst outfit for this day. She directed the flashlight downwards, so she could see where and what she is stepping into. Everything was pale and light brown as the sun burned out every single drop of water from the soil. Except a few meters in front of her, under a tall poplar tree, a big, deep brown spot was visibly out of place.

She furrowed her brows and walked closer to the suspicious spot. Everywhere was a little bit of greenery from spots of grass. Except this spot. Someone was digging around here and not so long ago. Maybe a few days ago. She was no expert, but the dirt was bothered here and nowhere else, that was clearly visible even to her. She had no intentions starting dig through dirt with her Gianvito Rossi sandals.

Her knees cracked when she hovered down above the ground. She started using the the back end of the flashlight to move the upper layer of dirt and then directed the flashlight to the spot, to be able to see the results. She touched the surface of the soil. It was really soft and loose. She used her right hand to get deeper. Her fingertips reached something that was not dirt. Stella used her nails to carefully dig down and she lifted something out of the ground. It took her a second to realize what it was, and the second she did, her fingers instinctively dropped it.

A pack of drugs was it. Cocaine or heroine, she had no idea. But she had an idea as to what was so important and worthy, to be covered in several layers of plastic and to be branded with a little card, that had a hooded figure printed on it.

Fear and panic overtook her in the exact same moment, when the realization hit her, that this stuff is usually guarded, because it's worth hundreds of thousands of dollars if there is several packs of it. Judging from the size of the bothered dirt, someone buried a lot more packs than just this one. Stella run the flashlight around the trees. She heard no suspicious noises. She fell down to her knees and adrenaline made her work as fast she could, burying back the pack that she accidentally unearthed. Panic overtook her thoughts and she ran back to her car and closed the door onto herself as she drove out from the farm. Her heart was threatening to burst out of her chest and she could feel it throbbing even in her throat.

She drove on autopilot.

#austin butler fanfic #benny cross x ofc #whispers of violence series #the bikeriders #austin butler

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highonmarvel · 1 year

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You didn’t need that, did you?

Steve Kemp: You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.

An entry for Day 3 of the exciting @sintember challenge!

Prompt: You didn’t need that, did you?, ft Steve Kemp, Fresh (2022).

Warnings: Complete filth; very subtle cannibalistic tendencies; implied surgical mutilation. 18+!

An hour you had been sitting on an uncomfortable barstool, slowly sipping on drinks. You don’t even know why you came, maybe you thought it would be fun, maybe you thought you’d meet someone; neither of those was the case.

You drop your head on your shoulder, face to the right at the stool that had been empty seconds ago, you could have sworn. You startle slightly at the sight, though you’re not unpleasantly surprised; a man with odd cerulean eyes, a sharp jawline and a debonair smirk has his head tilted your way.

“Did I scare you?”

He asks. It seems lighthearted, you know it is, but really deep in your stomach you feel a twist of some kind, barely, though, your senses hyper focused on how he’s making you feel with his hungry gaze. Hungry.

“A little,” you admit with a small smile, taking the last sip of your drink.

He lets out a breathy laugh and offers, “Can I buy you another?”

Steve, is his name, and for the rest of the night, he’s absolutely magnetic as he speaks, but you can barely comprehend what he’s saying, trying desperately to keep the conversation going when there’s just this burning between your legs. You shift uncomfortably, trying to get some form of friction, subtly. He had to have noticed.

You hadn’t even noticed how close he was until he brushes his fingers over your knee, just under the hem of your dress, and your sentence is cut off with a choked gasp; you can tell by the amused smirk on his face he’s having fun with this, but you can’t even find it in you to spew a witty remark when all you can think about is how good he would feel.

You shift once more a little closer to him, trying to get his hands to budge up a little further. He smooths his palms over the sides of your knees and up your thighs; hooking his fingers under your flesh, he rubs soothing circles with his thumbs.

“You’re burning up,” he notes, maybe more to himself than to you, yet steel blue eyes holding you hostage with that heated gaze; you swear his pupils have dilated.

You can’t respond, afraid if you open your mouth it’ll only be a pathetic whimper that comes out, but you don’t need to.

He changes his circular movements to the opposite direction. He leans in so close it scares you how little self control you’re working on right now.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. Maybe that fact it didn’t even sound like a question should have you hearing faint alarm bells, but all you can hear is your own heartbeat and his low voice.

You’re nodding in earnest before he’s even finished his sentence, and soon you’re both rushing out the bar. You slide into the passenger seat of an expensive looking car you can’t care to name as you wonder how on earth you’re gonna control yourself on the drive.

You give him your address and soon he’s got you up against your bedroom wall, harsh breaths being exchanged between heated kisses as his hands roam your body.

He practically throws you onto the bed and you giggle, bouncing once before he’s pulled you by your ankles, legs hanging over the edge of the bed as he rests his head between your thighs.

He runs his palms over your thighs, admiring them like they’re perfectly sculpted.

“Fuck, you’re so soft…” he drawls as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, rubbing his cheeks across your supple flesh. He bites you and you jerk, hands flying to his hair and tugging, just trying to get his mouth to where it needs to be, you’re fucking soaked.

He runs his hands up and then down your sides and grips your hips harsh enough to leave half moon dents in your skin you’re sure you’ll see the marks of tomorrow, as he pulls your heat closer to him.

“I know you taste good…”

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The next morning you wake up sore; an ache between your legs was to be expected, but this was a dull throbbing from the top of your right leg. You reach a hand down to feel it, but running your hand down you stop short, your fingers falling to a mattress—a mattress that had to have been thinner than yours—your leg ending much sooner than you expected, much soon that it should.

You gasp and sit up with much effort, throwing a thin white sheet off of you to get a look at your right thigh.

At the sound of a shifting chair your head snaps up; Steve is seated by a door, leaning forward towards you.

“You didn’t need that, did you?”

♯

#sintember 2023 #steve kemp x reader #dark steve kemp x reader #dark steve kemp x you #dark!steve kemp #dark steve kemp #steve kemp x y/n #dark!steve kemp x reader #steve kemp smut

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n0tangeliccc · 1 year

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Not so long distance

Kyle x reader

(All characters are 18+)

Warning: nothing, fluffffffffff

A/N: Angie come back?? Idk maybe, inspiration for this hit randomly anyways hiii<3

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You and Kyle had been dating for a year before you moved away for college. It was a hard decision but both you and Kyle knew that the opportunities you were being offered were to good to be turned down.

Saying goodbye was the worst part about it but eventually you both quickly got used to the distance. Time zones were a challenge at first but you guys found ways around it. Everyday you guys would text and call for hours, you would fall asleep on call, and wake up to sweet good morning messages from him.

Today felt different for some reason, he sent you the usual good morning text but after that it was radio silence. It made you nervous but you assumed he was just busy for the day, Kyle did always bury himself in work.

You sighed as you stared at the still unread text you had sent him hours ago. You put your phone down and throw yourself onto your pillow. For the first time during your long distance relationship you felt lonely. Grabbing one of your extra pillows you cling onto it and close your eyes wishing it could be your boyfriend, you hadn’t realized how much you truly missed him until now.

Knock, knock

You sit up confused, it was late why would your roommate be knocking now?

Knock, knock

“Hey um Y/N, there’s someone here looking for you”

Your eyes widen as you shoot up from bed and open your room, “Who??”

“I don’t know some dude, he’s in the living room” You nod as you walk over to the living room.

You freeze as you notice those familiar fiery red curls, that gorgeous hooked nose littered in freckles, and mesmerizing hazel eyes. “Kyle?!?” Your voice is shaky as you run over to him. He stands up as soon as he sees you and runs to you, meeting you in the middle. “Y/n, I’ve missed you so much” Kyle grins as he squeezed you hard. “I’ve missed you too Ky” you sniffed as happy tears ran down your cheeks. “Oh sweetheart why are you crying?” “I’m just so happy, I can’t believe you flew over here.”

“Of course I did darling,” He caressed your cheek with his thumb softly. “And I have some news.” You cocked your head to the side curiously. “I’m moving over here Y/n, we don’t have to be long distance anymore”.

You’re jaw dropped in disbelief, “Are you serious?? You’re not kidding are you??” “Not at all, I’ve been planning this since you left and now I finally have enough money to stay and get an apartment big enough for the both of us!” Kyle grinned widely. “That’s amazing!! Oh I’m so excited!!” You smiled.

“I was getting sick of this long distance shit” He chuckled, “Well no need to worry about that now hun, we’re both together again”

“Yeah and I’m never letting you leave me again” He chuckled again as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. Oh how you’ve missed him, but now that you had him here with you everything was perfect again.

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#south park x reader #south park fanfiction #south park x y/n #south park x you #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x you #kyle broflovski x y/n

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userlando · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

steve harrington x female!reader [3.9k] summary ⤍ being without steve for four weeks was torture enough, and waiting another two hours for him to get off work just won’t do. warnings ⤍ 18+ (mdni) petname use, slight use of derogatory language, explicit language, explicit smut, kissing, semi-public, groping, brief fingering, oral sex (m receiving), gagging, come swallowing. a/n ⤍ first (but not last) steve fic. the man just does things to me :/ i had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you like it!! let me know what you think, thank you for all the love <3

The sun had just set below the horizon, blanketing Hawkins in eerie darkness as you pedalled down the street as hard as your body could handle. You’d spent the last five hours sitting in your parents car so your body was feeling a little sluggish but you didn’t let it deter you from biking uphill.

It was August and summer was drawing to a close, which meant that thankfully, so was your parents’ impromptu trip to your aunt’s house two states over. They’d been reluctant to leave you alone in the house for the majority of the summer and had thus, decided to drag you along and ruin a part of your summer.

Your plans with Steve and your friends had gone up in smoke after that, and your boyfriend had been particularly pouty when you’d first broken the news to him. It had taken him a hefty amount of cuddles and kisses to wipe the sadness from his face, assuring him that it would only be four weeks. You’d made it work though, with phone calls and writing disgustingly romantic and intimate letters to each other until the need to see him became much too great to satisfy with a measly letter or the sound of his voice.

There was only so much privacy you could get when you were sharing a roof with seven other people and the only phone was hooked up in the kitchen.

You’d planned for Steve to come pick you up after his late night shift at Family Video, and then you could hopefully make up for lost time at his place. But his shift was ending in two hours and you’d lasted all of an hour of sitting in your room before you broke and snuck out of your house.

You were sweating by the time the video store sign was within sight, biking the last distance with a smile that was growing a mile on your face with every second you got closer to seeing your boyfriend. It had been four weeks, way too long without each other seeing as you both were weirdly attached at the hip.

The tinkling of the bell above the door announced your arrival as you pushed through, stepping into the surprisingly empty store. It was a Thursday, and you figured people had better things to do than rent movies and spend their time indoors. It didn’t matter to you though. Your eyes were already scanning the store and standing on your tiptoes to see over the shelves, searching for that familiar mop of hair you’d missed more than you wanted to admit.

It was like your body knew he was close by, hairs standing on end and stomach rolling in anticipation as he came out the back door. He was holding a magazine in his palm, eyes trained on it as he weaved between the counters. Your heart sped up at the sight of him, and it soared when he finally looked up with a greeting that died on his tongue as he registered who was standing in front of him.

His mouth gapped, much like a fish and it put a smile on your face. “You’re here!”

You watched as he abandoned whatever he’d been holding, quickly running around the counters and zooming towards you with so much speed you started giggling.

“I’m here!” Your voice went up into an embarrassing squeal as he reached you, bending himself at the knees and arms embracing your torso to pick you up and swing you around. “Steve!”

Your boyfriend cackled manically, swinging you around one more time for good measure before he let you down on the ground. He didn’t let you stray too far, hands stroking up your arms as if he couldn’t believe you were real, before they cupped your face. His palms were dwarfing your cheeks, eyes greedily drinking you in before he leaned forward and kissed your smushed lips.

“Missed you s’much,” he mumbled into your lips, pressing small chaste kisses to your lips and migrating to your cheeks to give them the same treatment. You giggled, turning your face and squirming to avoid his relentless attack. He laughed, refusing to let you pull away before he captured your lips once again. “So much.”

Your hands fell to his pecs, feeling the roughness of his work vest and the tension in his pecs over his polo shirt. A hum that sounded a lot like a small moan escaped your lips when he pried them open to taste your tongue, and it felt a lot like coming home.

“Missed you too.” You couldn’t contain the grin even if you wanted to, and neither could your boyfriend by the looks of it. The both of you probably looked like a pair of lovesick fools, but you couldn’t care less. “Two hours felt too long.”

Steve groaned theatrically, throwing his head back. “Tell me ‘bout it. Robin said I was being too dramatic.”

As if he’d summoned her, she appeared from the backroom with a little less enthusiasm than Steve, but she looked happy to see you. There was a grimaced smile on her face and you knew what she was gonna say before she even opened her mouth.

“You were being dramatic,” Robin rolled her eyes, walking up to the both of you. “Stop hogging her, dingus.”

Steve glared at her without any real heat, and you slithered out of his grasp to replace him with your friend into a tight hug. You’d missed her more than you’d realised, having only spoken to her over the phone a few times but not long enough. The brunette smacked a kiss to your cheek, reaching a hand up to rub her lipstick off your cheek with a frown.

“I though I’d be seeing you tomorrow.” She said, taking a step back when Steve elbowed his way forward again to curl an arm around your neck.

“Yeah,” you trailed off as you glanced up at your boyfriend. “Couldn’t wait to get a head start.”

All your friends had decided to get together for one last time before school and work picked back up again, making plans to gather up at Steves’s place early in the morning so you’d all have more time to spend together. It all sounded amazing, especially after going so long without any of them, but you were craving some alone time with your boyfriend.

And judging by his closeness, he was feeling the same. Steve drew you close to his side with a small sigh just as a customer decided to walk through the doors. Robin narrowed her eyes at the two of you before turning around and walking away to tend to whoever had walked in. You were too busy staring at Steve’s face, taking in his freckles and admiring his sun kissed face with what you would’ve guessed were heart eyes.

He glanced down, and you could see the cogs turning in his head as he observed the tilt of your lips and your dazed expression that he’d come to know very well. The boy knew you better than he knew himself, and he knew what that look in your eye meant.

You only served to prove him right when you stood up on your toes and pressed a kiss against his jaw. “Can you sneak out for a minute?” Your question was hushed, shy, and Steve struggled not to chub up in his pants like a prepubescent boy at that one simple question.

His eyes flickered to Robin, but it looked like he’d already made up his mind when he pulled back just far enough to grab your hand in his calloused one. Your knees almost knocked together when his fingers slid between yours and you hurried to shuffle a little closer to him.

“Follow me.” He said and turned to walk to the entrance of the store. Steve was just pushing the door open when Robin’s protesting voice echoed across the room.

“Where the hell are you two going? We still have shit to do, Harrington.”

Steve stepped to the side to usher you outside first, shooting Robin an apologetic grin that didn’t look quite as apologetic as he probably thought. “We’ll be right back, promise!”

You couldn’t hear your friend’s response, but you imagined it contained a lot of expletives and you felt bad for exactly two seconds before Steve was crowding up behind you and walking the both of you along the building of his workplace. You giggled when his arms embraced you from behind, his face seeking out the warmth of the juncture between your neck and throat.

Steve steered you around the corner and you didn’t question it when you both stumbled down a dark alleyway that looked way too dark and shady to dwell in for too long. Being in his arms felt safe enough, and the way he was pressing wet kisses against your skin was all too distracting so you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“You smell amazing,” Steve whispered, like it was a secret. He turned you around swiftly when you’d nestled yourselves far enough down the alleyway, pushing you gently against the brick wall. His smile was intoxicating, one side of his face lit up by the distant street lamp. “Hi, pretty girl.”

You grinned, gripping one of his hands to bring up to your lips. He watched on with bated breath as you pressed kisses to his scarred knuckles.

“Hi, handsome.” You greeted him sweetly and Steve had never heard something as pretty in his life before, staring in awe when you pressed his hand against your chest. He could feel your heart beating a little too harshly, and he noted with mild amusement that the beat seemed to be matching his. “You gonna lay one on me, Harrington?”

Steve barked out a laugh that sounded a little too breathless, but he was quick on his feet to bring you into his arms and pry your lips open with his. It was slick, noses knocking and teeth biting but you didn’t care; It was absolutely perfect. It was just what you needed after so many weeks where you’d whispered love confessions and written letters to each other that Steve had jacked off one too many times to.

He pressed his hips against yours, moaning into your mouth at the thought of those nights where he wished you were with him. Those nights where he’d dig out those letters he’d hidden from any prying eyes, reading them over and over until he went crosseyed.

Steve knew you had a way with words way before the two of you ever slept together. He never excelled at school and that wasn’t a secret, but his favourite classes consisted of the two of you passing small notes back and forth and honestly, that was all it took for him to fall for you. Your notes were thoughtful, handwriting pretty and dotted with one too many hearts. He still kept them in a shoebox even after two years of dating.

“Steve,” you whimpered into the open air when he trailed his lips down to your jaw, sucking kisses until he reached your throat to bruise it with pretty little hickeys. All this time apart had your neck looking a little too pristine and void of any marks. He planned on fixing that. “wanna taste you.”

Fuck. He might’ve dug his fingers a tad too hard into your hips, but you didn’t seem to mind it at all as you bucked into his touch. He’d clearly neglected you, and shit, he couldn’t wait to get you home to destroy you in the comfort of his bed.

“No need for that, baby.” Steve kissed the skin of your cleavage, one hand grabbing at your tit and squeezing with enough force to have your eyes rolling.

You bucked your hips with a needy whine when his other hand found its way under your short dress, wasting no time to hook the crotch of your panties to the side and sliding his fingers between your lips. Steve couldn’t help the strangled moan against your chest when he felt the slickness there, circling your stiff nub with his thumb for a few seconds until he decided that he needed to feel you clamping down on his fingers.

“Oh—“ Your whimper sounded like angelic music in his ears when he slipped a finger inside, feeling lightheaded at the touch of your gummy walls. “Shit.”

“Yeah?” Steve was panting, sounding as turned on as he felt when you swore. You didn’t make it a habit to swear, but when you did? He’d ascend to heaven.

He slipped a second finger alongside his first, thrusting them inside and marvelling at the tight squeeze. You’d had enough though, because even though his hands would be enough to draw an orgasm out of you, you were craving something more.

The confusion on his face was palpable when you drew your hips back against the wall, pulling at his arm so he’d withdraw his fingers from inside of you. He took a step back, mouth opening in a silent question but you didn’t give him enough time to protest before you manhandled him against the wall.

“Baby— Oof.” He gasped when his back met the bricks, hands shooting up as if in defence when you reached your own down to unbuckle his belt. His eyes shot down; Wide, dark and round. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you gave him a slow smile when you managed to flick his button open. “Oh.”

He didn’t say a word as you pulled his zipper down, the sound of it almost too loud in the quiet alleyway where the both of you were panting; Your hands were shaking, more so in excitement than anything, and you didn’t think twice before you dropped into a crouch. Steve’s one hand immediately found your hair, careful to run his fingers along your scalp and managing to get a good grip on it when you leaned forward to lick at the coarse hair beneath his bellybutton.

You nosed along his skin, taking in the scent of his apple body wash and musk. It had your mouth watering, hands working quickly to fold his jeans and reach in to get his cock out of his underwear. Steve let out a shuddered exhale from above you, and you spared him a quick glance to see him with his chin resting against his chest, eyes intently focused on you. His full attention had your body burning up, realising once again how much you’d missed him and his presence.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart.” Your boyfriend whispered adoringly, and you preened at the way his other hand reached out to cup your chin and thumb at your lower lip.

“Yeah?” You squirmed under his gaze, circling his length with your fingers and stroking down to the base.

His eyes fluttered, a guttural groan escaping his throat. “Always look perfect t’me.” You squeezed gently and watched his head fall back with a low thunk against the wall.

You bit back a smile, focusing on the task at hand instead. He could be such a charmer, and you’d usually let him go on and on with his gushing compliments but you were too turned on and craving his taste on your tongue badly to put it off any longer.

Without giving him any warning, you closed your lips around his cock and got to work. His hips jumped when you sucked on him and you placed hands on either side of his hips to push him back so he didn’t get too carried away when you hadn’t gotten a real taste yet.

Curse words ran out of his mouth like hot lava, but you paid it no mind. You pulled back with a slow suck and Steve hissed at the cool air hitting his spit slick cock, making you smile. Your hand gripped him at the base and you stuck your tongue out to lick around his head, tasting his leaking precum beading in his slit at an alarming speed. He was hard and heavy in your hand, jaw aching when you sucked him back in between your teeth.

His hips humped forward and you let him this time, sliding his cock into the back of your throat with a breathless moan and both hands grabbing at the strand of your hair tightly. He tilted your head up. “Fuck.” The swear word tumbled out of his raw, bitten lips when you blinked your eyes up at him in the darkness, looking so innocent for someone who had a cock in their mouth.

There was a question in his eyes and you tried your best to give him your consent with the help of your eyes and muffled moan. It vibrated against his length, and he let out another few curse words as he brought your head back without letting him fall out of your mouth.

“Look so fuckin’ good, baby,” he whispered, feverishly, thrusting right back into your mouth and making you gag. “Yeah? You like the taste of my dick?”

You gave him a moan, swallowing when another gag threatened to make its way up and nuzzling further onto his length. His coarse pubic hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose, and you slid both of your shaking hands to grab at his buttocks over his jeans. Both for stability and to get him fully into your mouth.

“Such a slut,” he gave a breathless laugh that got cut off with a moan when you slipped your tongue out and licked on the underside of his cock. “Fuck, sweetheart. Gonna make me come.”

You let him pull you back by your hair, the obscene sound of saliva echoing in the narrow space of the alley. Spit was dripping down your chin when he drew all the way back, and you watched, mesmerised, as his cock flopped back. Steve was thick and a little bigger than the average guy his age. Nothing satisfied you more than going down on him, mostly because you’d feel that ache in your jaw days after the act. It was your version of heaven.

“Do you want it in your pretty little pussy?” Steve brought you back from your little daydream and you glanced up at him. “Or your mouth?”

You considered his question, deciding rather quickly that walking around for another hour more with his come seeping into your panties wasn’t something you felt like doing. You still had to go back to Family Video and help him and Robin close up. And you would probably ruin his car seats. Steve wouldn’t mind, but you knew some part of him would die a little inside.

“In my mouth, please.” You whispered, voice hoarse from the rough fucking it’d received.

Steve tilted his head, and he looked sinister in the hottest way possible as he swiped a thumb over your spit slick mouth. “So polite.”

You gave him a smile, puckering your lips to give the pad of his thumb a little kiss and it had Steve smiling in wonder. The way he looked at you made you squirm, like you were the eighth wonder of the world.

He gripped himself to steady his cock, smearing his precum and your spit along your lips and pulling back when you chased it with your open mouth. You pouted up at him. “Don’t be mean, Stevie. Please, let me taste your come.”

“Shit,” he exhaled, mouth dropping and staying open as he pulled at your hair hard enough for you to tilt your head back.

He fed you his cock slowly, relishing in the wetness and warmth surrounding his length little by little. You watched his eyes until the head of his cock nudged your throat, closing your eyes and moaning unabashedly at the taste.

He set up a fast but gentle pace, fucking into your mouth and whispering a broken praise whenever you’d swirl your tongue just right or moan in need. Steve was drawing to a close, balls drawing up as his orgasm snuck up on him. He tried his best to keep his eyes open and on you, but you swallowed and your throat constricted around him and that was the end of it. He went flying over the edge.

His throaty moan probably reached the parking lot, head thrown back and face to the sky as he came in your mouth. You swallowed as best as you could, drawing back a little so you could taste him on your tongue just like you always did. He probably wasn’t aware of his hand searching for yours, grabbing it in a deathly grip, but it made your heart pound an extra beat and your need for him to grow ten times bigger.

You kept at it as he slowly climbed down from his high, hand holding him loosely at the base just for support and he whimpered when you sucked him down to the base again.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whispered in a string, grabbing a hold of your hair and drawing you back when he started feeling a little too sensitive. “Too much, baby, ‘s too much.”

You couldn’t help but suckle at the end of him, just to clean him up and he drew in a sharp gasp; Hips jumping backwards and cock falling from your mouth. You blinked up at him, more turned on and satisfied than ever and he gave you a fucked out smile in return.

“Was it good?” You asked, even though you knew what his answer would be.

Steve seemed to have the same thought, laughing in disbelief and throwing his head back to cover his face with his hands. You laughed with him, standing back up when he offered you his hands. The both of you stumbled into each other, but Steve was quick to catch you in his arms and he watched in awe and slight amusement when you wiped the spit and come from your chin with the back of your hand.

He reached a hand up to wipe at the corner of your mouth, eyes oddly transfixed on your swollen and slick lips. You leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss, but he didn’t let you leave it at that; Licking into your mouth with way too much urgency for a guy who’s just came down your throat minutes prior.

Still, you indulged for a few moments before the both of you pulled back to look at each other.

“Do you want me to—?” He gestures to the nether parts of you, making you giggle.

“It can wait until we’re home,” you said and Steve tried not to smile at the word home because, fuck, that did things to his heart. “Poor Robin is probably wondering where we went.”

He scoffed with no real malice, reaching down to tuck himself back in and buckle his belt again. You took the time to wipe at your face and flatten your hair as best as you could, but you were pretty sure you still looked like you’d been fucked seven ways to hell. Steve still happily grabbed your hand in his, kissing your cheek sweetly and pulling you along.

“Let’s go close up as fast as possible,” he threw a coy look your way. “I want to get you home and naked.”

If he only knew how badly you, too, wanted that.

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