#the jolly writings

[a-teacup-of-golden-cracks]

I'm incredibly hot and I use this power almost solely to fulfill my ultimate fetish

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[poppy-in-the-woods]

My Ride or Die

Plot: Noah is your husband. Five years ago, he killed a man that was attacking you. The judge ruled that, since he shot him several times after he already had been stabbed by you, it was no longer self-defense. He got twenty years, and that was two and a half years ago. Today it’s his birthday, and you prepared something special for the conjugal visit.

Pairing: Noah x Female Reader

Word Count: 2904

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tags: smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), rough sex, love bites, strong language, convict!Noah, mentions of violence.

Author's note: This is, as usual, unbeataed. I also wrote it directly in English to practice, and it has only been proofread by DeepL (I follow the rule that if the translation is grammatically correct, then everything is probably right). Let me know how I did, and hope you enjoy.

@artificialbreezy

It was Noah’s birthday, and, like the last two, he was locked away. He didn’t regret it one bit; what he did, he did it for you, the love of his life. It was odd that you didn’t visit him the previous week, since you’ve been pretty consistent with your weekly visits, but he knew you would never miss it if not for a good reason.

“Davis!” one of the prison guards called him.

Noah was watching TV with his friends, Nick, Folio and Jolly.

“What?” he asked, turning around to look at the man.

“Conjugal visit,” the guard said.

He got up, his friends wolf-whistling and patting his back.

“Lucky bastard!” said Jolly.

Noah followed the guard to the designated space, through several corridors and doors.

“Have fun with that pretty little thing of yours,” the guard said, with a gross tone.

Noah ignored him and entered the room. The door closed behind him with a loud clank, and the lock clicked in place. You got up the bed and ran to him, hugging him.

“Sorry I missed the last week, I got an unexpected change of schedule at work,” you said. He said nothing, but hold you in his arms, pushing you flush against his chest. “I should have called you, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise, and you know I can’t keep a secret from you.”

“You prepared a birthday surprise for me?” he asked, smiling, pulling away just enough to look at your face. You nodded, smiling back at him. “Let’s see it, then.”

“Sit down and close your eyes,” you instructed him. “And don’t open them until I say you can.”

“But I like to watch you undress!” he complained, pouting.

“You're gonna have to go without it this time,” you replied.

“Okay,” he sighed, defeated, and sat on the bed, closing his eyes.

You undressed, putting your clothes on the chair that was in a corner. The whole room was pretty austere, just the bed, one nightstand and the chair, no rugs and no decoration. A door led to a small bathroom. You stood before him, resisting the urge to hug yourself.

“You can look now,” you instructed him.

The lingerie set you were wearing, in fiery red, was the most lace-y and risqué you owned, with lots of pieces and transparent panels. It also showed you new tattoo, his name, right between your breasts.

“Baby,” he panted, almost drooling at the sight.

“Do you like it?” you asked, turning around slowly so he could appreciate all of it.

“I fucking love it!” he said. You straddled his thighs. “I can’t wait to take it off, though.”

You chuckled, kissing him, grinding your hips against his crotch while his hands roamed your body to finally settle on your hips. He squeezed your barely clothed ass, pushing you against him; his cock was fully hard now.

He began undressing with your help, and let you push him down on the mattress once he was fully naked; pushing the fabric of the panties aside, you rubbed your pussy against his erection, coating him in your juices. He bit his lip, suppressing a moan.

“You feel so good, baby” he said. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

 You kissed him, smiling, and got up to retrieve a condom from the nightstand. During your first conjugal visit, Noah had joked that you were fucking on tax-payer’s money, and you couldn’t help but remember every time.

He got up, resting on his elbows, to watch you roll the condom over his dick. Without wasting any time, you sat on his lap again, guiding him to your entrance, sinking slowly until he was fully inside. You both moaned at the same time.

“Have I told you this is the best pussy I’ve ever had?” he said.

“Just once or twice every time we fuck,” you laughed.

“Well, that way you won’t forget,” he said, gripping your hips with such force it might leave some bruises. You started moving, moaning into his ear. He kissed your neck. “I spend every day we’re apart daydreaming of us, fucking each other’s brains out.”

“Oh, yeah? Where?”

“Huh?”

“Where are we in those scenarios of yours?” you clarified.

“Oh. Well, it varies… our home, the woods, the beach… this prison,” he admitted. “I imagine it’s empty and we fuck in every room and office that there is.”

“You do?”

“I once almost got in trouble because of it,” he laughed.

“You gotta tell me that… after we’ve finished this round,” you said.

“Agreed,” he said.

You picked up your pace, riding him like he was a wild stallion you wanted to tame, and it was not an exaggeration, because while he let you be on top, he refused to be a passive part, and moved his hips in time with yours, all while praising you and exploring your body with his hands and mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” he said after more or less ten minutes, giving your butt another squeeze.

“Cum for me,” you encouraged him, gently tugging at the roots of his hair.

“But you haven’t…”

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted him. “It’s your birthday, you get to cum first, and I’m not gonna stop until your balls are empty. Be a good boy and give it to me!”

Noah came, loudly moaning your name. You kissed him, your hips stopping gradually. He laid back on the bed, breathing shallowly.

“Good God!” he exclaimed, pushing his hair out of his face. He turned his face to you. “How can you manage to fuck like that and still look so innocent right after?”

“It’s a gift,” you joked, lying beside him. “Tell me about that story you mentioned before, please.”

“Okay. So the other day, there was this guy, a newbie, that decided to pick on me at lunch. He kept trying to bust my balls (and not in a fun way), so I pushed him. He tried to punch me, but failed, and I punched him, you know, to show him who’s boss. That afternoon, the warden calls me into his office,” he began, resting on his side to look at you more comfortably. “He tells me ‘Davis, you gotta watch out that attitude or I will be obligated to put you in isolation, and you won’t be seeing your wife for a month.’”

“What a prick,” you commented.

“Right? The thing is, the moment he mentioned you, all I could think of was us, fucking on his desk,” Noah laughed. “I could picture you so vividly, butt-naked over his paperwork, legs curled around my hips, hands on my shoulders, head thrown back and mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure… I got a hard-on. Can you imagine?” he asked, you laughed. Yes, you could imagine it.

» I was so hard and he was still berating me, ‘Davis this’ and ‘Davis that’, and ‘watch out, lest some more years are added to your sentence!’. And then he realized I was not listening. He looked at me, really looked at me, you know? And I was totally spaced out, cock fully hard and gripping my own knees so hard my knuckles went white, trying to contain the urge to touch myself. Because in my mind, I had already made you come three times, and now you were riding me, just like you did now, your glorious tits bouncing on my face, and I swear I could have come with that thought alone. He had to ruin it, though, snapping me back to reality.

“What did he say?”

“He screamed my name, full volume. ‘Snap out of it, son, she’s not here and she won’t be for a long time if you don’t control yourself! I could send your sorry ass to isolation for this alone!’” Noah told you, doing his best impression of the warden. “So I apologized to him and he dismissed me. I went back to my cell, still half hard, and jerked off.”

“That’s kinda funny” you admitted.

“I missed you so much…!” he sighed, resting his forehead against yours. “I miss you every day, the touch of your skin, the sound of your laugh, and your smell… wish I could bottle it so I could get drunk on it!”

“I miss you too, my love. I hate that you have to be here, but I’m grateful that I can still see you,” you said, kissing him briefly, “and that we can still have these moments.”

“I hate that I am in here too, but I would do it again if I had to. Killing for you is always worthy,” he said, resting on his back again.

You moved to rest your head on his shoulder, hugging him and putting a leg between his. He had saved you and ended up there for you, the least you could do was support him through his sentence.

“You’re the best husband I could wish for!” you said, caressing his tattooed chest. “Think you’re ready for round two?”

“Fuck yeah I am!”

“Help me take this off,” you asked, touching the lace.

“Sure, baby!” he said, his nimble fingers working the clasps.

After a minute, you were as naked as he was. Looking at him, you knelt on the floor. He looked back at you a bit confused.

“I made you a promise before: until your balls are empty, and I fully intend to keep that promise,” you reminded him.

“Okay, but you still haven’t come,” he pointed out.

“I can touch myself while sucking you, if you want,” you suggested.

“Or you can sit on my face and we give oral to each other at the same time,” he countered.

“You’re sure about that?”

“Damn sure! C’mon, baby, you have a seat waiting for you here,” he encouraged you, laying down again.

“Okay, as you wish, it’s your birthday.”

“You’re damn right it is!”

Noah always had a talented tongue and he loved eating you out. It was kind of hard to concentrate on sucking him off while he was working his magic with your pussy, though. Then he added two fingers to the mix, massaging your G-spot the way he knew you liked it, and it was impossible to concentrate.

“Noah, my love, I can’t think if you keep doing that,” you warned him.

“Don’t worry, just ride my face and then you can kneel on the floor and finish sucking me,” he said.

“O-okay,” you panted in response. “But let me turn around.”

You changed positions so you could make eye contact with him. His free hand flew to one of your boobs, massaging it. You put our hand over his and arched your back, moaning. You had toys back at home, and you always thought of him while you masturbated, but nothing compared to the real deal. The orgasm shook you with such force it made you see white and tears rolled down your cheeks. You collapsed on the bed beside him.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked cupping your face with a worried expression, wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

“I don’t want to go home,” you said. “I want to stay with you, in here, forever.”

“I don’t want this to end either, but we’re having a good time, aren’t we?”

“The greatest time, that’s precisely why I don’t want it to end,” you said, pouting. “I’m gonna hug you so tight the guard will have to take me to the cell with you. I can sleep in your bed, I don’t mind,” you half-joked.

“I think Nick would mind if we don’t let him sleep,” he laughed. “And you know I can’t resist you when you’re so close.”

It was true. Luckily, you had a similar sex drive to him. You kissed him, desperately, blindly, and he kissed you back with equal fervor. For a couple of minutes, you lied there, closely embracing, trying to devour each other, all teeth and tongue and ragged breath, until you couldn’t take it. His lips moved to your neck while you took a gulp of air. His cock was still hard, heavy against your leg.

“How do you want me to take care of this?” you asked, caressing it.

“Let me fuck you hard,” he said.

For him, hard meant fast and rough, leaving bite marks all over your body, and it usually left you feeling a bit tender downstairs for a couple of days, the slight discomfort a sweet reminder of how much he loved you.

“Okay, let’s do it,” you agreed.

He began by marking your body, biting and sucking everywhere, claiming you as his.

“Fucking love this,” he said, pausing for a moment and gently brushing the tip of his nose to the black letters over your sternum.

“Glad you do,” you replied, fingers running through his hair.

“Pass me a condom, baby,” he asked.

You did, watching him fumble a bit with the foil package before he rolled it over his erection, mentally bracing for what was about to come. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it that way, but you still needed to prepare. He squirted one of the single-dose packages of lube over the rubber to make it easier on you.

Maybe your mother was right and you had a masochistic vein, you thought while he fucked you hard in several positions and you touched yourself.

“Harder!” you demanded.

“I don’t think you can take it harder, baby,” he said, panting.

“Please,” you begged.

“Okay, since you ask so nicely…” he said.

He pushed your face against the mattress, hand fisting the roots of your hair, your ass in the air, and he penetrated you again, making you whimper.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Good. I love you, so, so much!” he exclaimed, pounding into you.

“I love you too!”

You were feeling the orgasm so close it was nearly within reach.

“Almost there, baby!” he warned you.

“Cum for me,” you commanded.

You reached your orgasm more or less at the same time as him, your walls contracting around him, and he screamed your name while he emptied his load in the condom. He collapsed on the bed beside you, panting. For a moment or two while you recovered, none of you moved or said anything. After that, you turned to look at him and hugged him.

“You almost rip my dick off,” he joked, smoothing your hair.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you milked me dry.”

“I told you, I made you a promise,” you smiled.

“My balls are empty,” he laughed.

“Good, because I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to have sex for two weeks, and then my period is due,” you informed him.

“Normal visits, then,” he said. “Can you bring me a pastrami sandwich from the deli I like?” he requested.

“Sure!”

“You’re so good to me!” he sighed, kissing the top of your head.

“You’re certainly lucky that my libido is as high as yours and I like the same sex stuff you do,” you laughed.

“Yeah, I am lucky. But next time we’ll focus on you, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, you still have one more birthday wish, if that’s how you want to spend it, fine by me,” you said, kissing his clavicle. “I love when you give me lots of orgasms until I can’t take it anymore.”

“I certainly love doing that,” he chuckled, “and you’ve been such a good girl you deserve it.”

Not long after, you had to go. After one last kiss, the guard took Noah deep inside the prison while you left. His friends were still hanging out in the tv room.

“How’s the missus?” asked Folio.

“She’s okay. Her boss is still an asshole, but it’s no big deal,” he said, sitting on the chair.

“Saw her crossing the street. She was almost limping,” Jolly commented.

“We had a heated birthday lovemaking session,” Noah explained, with a smug expression.

“I bet, I thought I could hear her screaming your name a couple of times,” Nick laughed.

“Last week she got my name tattooed between her tits,” he told them. “I can’t wait ‘til it’s healed so I can lick it while we fuck.”

“Damn, that’s hot!” Folio sighed. “Wish I had a missus like yours.”

“We all wish we had a wife like Noah’s,” Jolly laughed.

Later that night, when Noah and Nick were alone in the cell, Nick dared to bring out a subject they usually didn’t talk about. He was the only one who knew Noah and you from before the prison, and the three of you had gone on a bender quite some times.

“You think if we tell the warden about that one wild night in Miami, he’ll let me go in with you the next conjugal visit?” he half joked.

“No way. Besides, that was years ago and we were drunk.”

“I know. Still, it was the best head.”

“She does give pretty killer blowjobs,” Noah admitted, smiling. Maybe you could give him one next time before he dedicated himself to you.

“Take care of her, man, or some free guy will snatch her up!”

“That could never happen. She’s my ride or die and I’m hers.”

While they were talking, you were writing a letter.

Dear Noah,

It’s only been a few hours since we last saw each other, but I already miss you...

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[foliosriot]

Love’s The Death Of Peace Of Mind — Pt. 2

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

warnings: none, just kinda very short

tags: @malice-ov-mercy @measuredingold @crimson-calligraphyx @chels3a-smile @misspygmypie @veronicaphoenix @loverofagoodbeard @catj422

masterlist. tdopom masterlist.

“Hello?”

“I’m fucking panicking.”

The line is silent for a few beats, and it has you worriedly thinking if Jolly just hung up on you. But then there’s a deep sigh that has you feeling momentary relief.

“Why, exactly, are you fucking panicking?” Jolly asks carefully.

“I texted Noah,” you tell him, nervously nibbling at the tip of your thumbnail.

“That’s good! I’m proud of you for finally communicating with him,” Jolly praises you.

“No, it’s not good, Jolly!” you fire back. Stress is eating away at you, anxiety bubbles violently in your stomach. “I have never felt such panic since Fall Out Boy’s hiatus after Folie à Deux!”

“Wow, okay. That’s … That’s a strangely niche reference I haven’t heard you talk about for a long time.” Jolly looses another sigh. “Okay, I’ll bite. What happened?”

“He told me he misses me.”

The line goes silent again. Your leg is bouncing as you sit atop one of the stools under your kitchen counter. Your phone is face-up on the counter on speaker, and you know Jolly hasn’t hung up because the call time is still ticking. But that still doesn’t calm your nerves by any means as you wait for his response.

It’s been two days since you texted Noah, two days since he replied, two days since Bad Omens released their third album THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. You hadn’t known how to go about Noah’s response so you’d thrown yourself back in to work and whatever chores needed to be done around your apartment. Your resolve had finally cracked when you shamelessly listened to the record for the sixth time (at least you think it was the sixth listen).

As soon as Miracle had ended that last time, you immediately called Jolly. You didn’t know who else to talk to. And thankfully, Jolly knows both parties personally and is the one who had told you to text Noah in the first place, so it was simply logical, actually.

But that hadn’t made it any less aggravating to wait for him to answer the damn phone call.

Finally, Jolly says something, but it has you wishing he had just hung up on you.

“He does miss you.”

God, and isn’t that just fucking wonderful information? The single sentence brings tears to your eyes. You fold your arms on top of the counter then rest your cheek against them.

“Jolly, he—“

“Don’t say what I think you’re about to say.” Jolly’s voice is firm, and it almost feels like a parent scolding their child. You bite your tongue anyways. “You told me you were the one to stop texting in the first place. You said your feelings were all messed up and didn’t know how to talk to him about any of it. Don’t think that your decisions didn’t hurt him, because they did. Noah wanted to talk to you about what happened but you ignored his calls, right?”

You hate how well Jolly knows you. You say nothing.

“There’s so much of you in the album, it’s fucking crazy,” Jolly continues. “Noah misses you so much more than you think he does. He wanted to figure this shit out with you. But he ended up just compiling all of it into those songs because you couldn’t pick up the damn phone.”

Tears are spilling down your cheeks now. Jolly’s words hurt — god, they really fucking hurt. But he’s speaking with so much honesty and sincerity it makes you sick. Because yes, you were the one to ignore Noah’s calls and voicemails when you first started losing touch. You couldn’t deal with what you were feeling, nor could you express how you felt at the time. You don’t think you’d be able to now.

But you need to. All of these feelings and emotions have been festering inside of you for years and years. They were nearly overflowing the first time you and Noah were intimate, then they finally flooded every inch of your body the last time you spoke. You just didn’t care enough to acknowledge them.

However, as your vision is blurry with tears and you’re quietly sniffling, you know what you need to do.

“I miss him, Jolly,” you whisper in a broken voice, scared it won’t carry through the speaker. “I miss him so much.”

“Then talk to him,” Jolly says, gentler this time.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, relenting only when you see fuzzy stars and nebulas accumulate beneath your eyelids. More tears slip down your face as you blink repeatedly.

“I’ve lost him once already. I don’t wanna do it again.”

“You haven’t lost Noah, trust me,” Jolly assures you. “To this day, he is still your best friend, whether you realize it or not.”

“What do I do, Jolly?” you ask timidly. You’re scared by his potential response, but you are already mentally writing down what you want to say after this phone call ends.

“Text or call him, and set up a time to meet,” Jolly suggests. “If you don’t, you’re gonna drive yourself insane. I mean, you’ll be our number one Spotify listener for the entire year, but let’s avoid that this time around, okay? I’d like to prevent that from happening for a bad reason.”

You chuckle a bit at Jolly’s antics. But you find yourself nodding, even though Jolly can’t see you. You push up off the countertop with a spark of something settling in your stomach.

“Okay, I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen,” you tell him. You sniffle then stay quiet for a short minute. “Thank you, Jolly. I’m sorry for dumping all of this onto you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dude,” he responds. It’s evident that he has a smile on his face just from the tone of his voice. “Let me know how it goes.”

“Yeah, for sure. Love you. Bye.”

“Love you.”

Jolly hangs up and you’re left in the quiet of your apartment.

Now, after having talked to your older brother figure — who made you cry, that fucking asshole — you feel a sliver of determination embedding itself into your ribcage. You can feel it burrowing into the bone and marrow, slowly spreading across your entire skeleton. It infects your organs and veins and bloodstream, until it’s all you feel.

You wipe away any tears that had fallen in the past couple minutes. Your skin is hot beneath your fingers and you can your pulse in your palms. But you ignore the heat radiating off of you as you open your phone with shaky hands.

A moment later, Noah’s contact is staring at you. You’re hesitant to open your shared text thread and ask if he wants to meet up and talk. But Jolly’s encouragement echoes from every corner of your skull, each word reverberating into the tissue of your brain until it is the only thing you can remotely think about.

Then you’re typing and sending off your message before you can think twice about it.

You gingerly set your phone back down on the counter. Deja vu ripples through you, a scene in your bedroom playing in your head from just a few days ago.

But you shove that memory away as you stand up from the stool. The leg that had been bouncing hurts a bit from constantly jittering, but you ignore the ache as you begin your way to your room. You purposefully leave your phone behind.

After gathering clean clothes and a clean towel for your shower, you head back into the kitchen to retrieve your cellphone. And you see there’s a new text notification present on the screen — one from Noah.

Your heart nearly stops at his reply. You aren’t sure what you should be feeling right now. But he definitely did just say he wants to see you.

You’re shaking uncontrollably as you read the text over and over. It’s almost like you’re waiting for Noah to say this was a joke, that he never wants to see you again for as long as he lives. But it never comes as you continue staring at it.

Noah wants to see you.

Noah wants to talk to you.

Noah wants to—

Meet tomorrow night?!

You must have read that last part wrong. You read through the text several more times to make sure you didn’t misread anything or mistook what he meant. Because Noah asked if tomorrow night at your place works. At 7:00pm.

You almost decline, saying that you picked up another shift from work at that time. And you’re about to begin typing out that gentle rejection when Jolly suddenly texts you.

Jolly🎸☀️: Noah just ran in to the living room telling me you texted him. Fucking smiley bastard. Just know that I’m very proud of you for doing this!

Well, shit. Now you have to accept the meet time.

So you do, standing in the middle of your cramped hallway with anxiety on the verge of spilling out of your mouth. You swallow harshly, choking back the bitter taste as you’re typing out your answer to Noah.

But you can’t help feeling hopeful. It almost overpowers the anxious tugging in your belly. And you let it remain confined inside of you as you take your shower, letting each and every possible scenario for tomorrow night play in your head.

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

a/n: let me know if you want to be tagged when i post pt 3!!

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[dsireland86]

The Best Kind of Danger

Nick Folio + Cassie

Warnings: Language and sexual content

Part 2

The way her body moved made him weak in the knees. He watched her when she wasn't looking; studied her body, her curves, and outlined every part about her that he loved before turning away as soon as she would catch him staring. She was the sweetness that his soul needed, the very essence of kindness and beauty, and the way she carried herself was unlike anything he'd ever seen in a woman before. She was intoxicating, beautiful, and passionate, but of everything she was, there was just one thing she wasn't. His.

"Holy fuck, dude if you say one more word about the stupid box of pens, Nicholas, I'm going to lose it! It's been two whole days and all I've heard since the last show we played back in Michigan, has been about a fucking box of pens. I don't know where they are!" 

Folio threw himself down on the couch in the makeshift kitchen area of the bus, rubbing his hands down his face. A gentle hand slithered its way up his back and rested on his shoulder. 

"Easy, Folio, he didn't mean anything by it," Cassie said scooting forward and resting her chin on his shoulder. Folio took a deep breath at the feeling of her hand on him and her body so close. It was just the thing he needed at the moment, and she knew it. 

"I know," he nodded, looking over his shoulder at her and smiling. Cassie returned the smile and gently caressed his back before getting up. 

"I'm going to help Nicholas look for those pens."

"Thank you!" Matt shouted, walking past her, toward the driver's compartment of the bus. "I'm so close to throwing him out."

Cassie chuckled, taking Folio's hand he held out to her.

"You won't do that, and you know it; shit Nicholas even knows it. That's why he's still bitching." 

Noah stood up and removed his earbuds only to grab a bottle of water from the fridge as Matt continued to scowl. Cassie planted her attention, avoiding the spat that was about to happen between Matt and Noah, on Folio as he rubbed circles over the back of her hand with his calloused thumb. His touch sent shivers over her body, creating a longing for more. She wanted him all over her; taking, grabbing, pulling whatever it was he needed from her to satisfy him. The thoughts made Cassie's core clench, a strong desire instantly spreading over her, and when Folio looked up at her through his soft yet mischievous brown eyes, she could do nothing else but grin. 

But Cassie had a secret about herself that always made her pull back from getting too close to Folio. It was a secret she wasn't willing to share with him because of what it meant and if he ever found out he probably wouldn't want her anyway. She could never live with that type of rejection. So she kept her feelings for Nick to herself. No matter how bad it hurt; no matter how bad she wanted him.

 Folio often tried to work up the courage to tell Cassie how he felt about her. How he needed her to know that he was falling for her and couldn't slow down, how she made him feel alive more than anything else around him, but when he'd get her attention, he'd choke on his words and make excuses to avoid telling her the truth, always leaving him frustrated and flustered. It left him with a craving he knew only she could satisfy.

Cassie began to notice the little things. She noticed Nick's stares and the way he lingered a little longer around her, even though he had a lot of work to do before and after the shows. She noticed how her body reacted and betrayed her hard resistance every time she saw him. But most of all she noticed his smile and that it was always the widest when he looked at her or teased her when messing around for fun. Folio had her heart and she didn't want anyone else to have it. Just Nick and only Nick.

The Tennessee air was warm, yet when the cool breeze blew in from the Great Smokey Mountains, it was enough to send chill bumps over Cassie's skin.

"You're cold. You should put my hoodie on, it'll keep you warm." 

Folio came up beside her in the green room, noticing the way Cassie was holding her arms around herself for extra warmth. She smiled at him, making his heart flutter, and thanked him. Returning with it, Folio handed over the black hoodie to her, watching as she gracefully filled one of his favorite pieces of clothing. It was a little big on her, but the way Cassie looked in black gave Folio a dirty vision of her wearing nothing but that hoodie and what it would feel like to have his hands sliding up her thighs and over her small, perky ass that he loved looking at. He was getting hard at just the thought.

"What?" She looked up at him through narrow eyes.

"What?" He asked, licking his lips and then taking the top one in between his teeth. 

"You're staring." Cassie lightly grinned.

"Am I?"

"Yeah just a little," she said softly. 

Nick moved in closer, filling Cassie's personal space, and letting his eyes wander over her, soaking in her features as the scent of flowers protruded from beneath his hoodie.

"Well, you're making it a little hard not to." His eyes met hers and he saw the surprise in them. 

"What? You don't think so?"

Cassie shook her head. "You know what I think about myself, Nick, so let's not go there." Her eyes drifted away from Folio's, looking elsewhere other than him. 

"Yeah I know, and I hate that you think about yourself that way," he sighed, fixing his inear piece.  

Cassie shrugged her shoulders. "It is what it is."

"It doesn't have to be," he replied giving her a look that instantly took her breath away. Was Nick hitting on her?

Folio pulled his drumsticks from his back pockets, twirling one of them between his fingers. 

"Wish me luck," he said, still within Cassie's personal space.

A smile lit up her face, finally wiping away the sadness that was there a second ago. 

"I don't need to. You're already amazing. You'll do great; just like always."

Cassie reached over and laid her hand on Nick's bare arm, rubbing the tattoo of the virgin Mary he'd gotten years ago.

Folio leaned in and kissed her cheek, sending shockwaves of emotion throughout her entire body. He'd made her instantly wet, and she could feel herself blushing as the emotions ran straight down into her sex. It was a feeling she'd never felt before and it made her clench her thighs together. Nick ran off toward the stage before Cassie could even react, but he turned back around and gave her a wink and that goofy smile of his that always made her laugh. Reaching up to her cheek, she placed her fingertips over the spot where Nick had laid his lips and grinned, embracing the schoolgirl feeling it gave her.

It was clear to Cassie that something serious was happening between her Folio, and as she stood next to Bryan, watching Nick do what he always did best, she knew, without a doubt, that she had one hundred percent fallen for him. It was dangerous, she knew it, but what had just happened between the two of them, gave her all the confidence she needed. Cassie's entire heart and soul really did belong to Nick Folio; even if he didn't know it yet. 

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[linipikk]

SO, I come here today to talk to you about Aziraphale, Jane Austen and the double life he lives.

Because Nina teasingly refers to Aziraphale as being mysterious and surprising as a dark horse

and you know who else is referred to as equally surprising, a dark horse? Jane Austen

and I like how with Jane, we get Crowley's AND Aziraphale's version of the same person, who we very well know wrote books.

From Aziraphale, we get the things we mostly know about Jane: A novelist who held cotillion balls.

From Crowley, we get her secret outlaw activities: Jane was the brains behind a Robbery, a Brandy smuggler, and a master spy.

And, as Aziraphale didn't know about Jane Austen's criminal career, Crowley didn't know about her artistic endeavors. Her good side is hidden from Crowley, and her bad side is hidden from Aziraphale.

But also, there are some interesting parallels between Jane fucking Austen AND Aziraphale.

The minisodes show us that Aziraphale was an unwilling alcohol smuggler in 1941

he can also fool everyone when the time matters to his side and to Hell's side. In fact, his job as an angel is basically being a spy.

But also, he wrote extensively, he has many diaries that are just lying around in his shop

And of course, he has organized at least ONE cotillion ball

And, the brains behind ...well, many plans at this point, including saving Job's children, manipulating the room to make the angels believe those are Job's new kids, playing his own game for thousands of years. Aziraphale is the one finding Clues and finding who Adam was back in the Armagedidnt. I wouldn't put it past him to be paying his own part in the three-dimensional chess by going back to heaven.

It is very deliberate that the minisodes show mostly Aziraphale backstory, from his own point of view, he knows very well what he has done, the good and the bad.

And that's exactly my point. I think Crowley doesn't get the full picture of Aziraphale just yet

We know they don't communicate very well. And even after all their years together, they still have very strict preconceived conceptions about what angels are supposed to be and what demons are supposed to be, even when they themselves transgress those all the time.

I'm fairly convinced that Crowley's "You don't dance" surprised tone in the ball is carried from the idea that angels don't dance from season one, even tho we know from God's narration that Aziraphale does.

After 6k years Aziraphale not only is still surprising Crowley with cotillion balls and firearm licenses, and, as Crowley didn't know Jane's ordinary life, it makes me think Crowley really doesn't know about Aziraphale's diaries detailing their history together. (Bit of a Chekov's gun from Neil, imo)

note: From what I know, there is no such thing as the 1810 diamond robbery, it being entirely fictional but I am going deep into the suspension belief and run with it

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #lini writes #not even speculationfor s3 i'm just having a jolly good time #I dont know the first thing about jane austen i'm just reading the good omens text only #i like putting pictures in my metas :( sorry for making them long

[herbalsingularitea]

Possessive Bernard the elf with a pregnant human!Reader Imagine

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- After Scott and Carol have their baby it makes Bernard start thinking

- You go on a date after seeing baby Buddy earlier that day and Bernard seems really lost in his thoughts

- With some gentle coaxing you get him to tell you that he’s been thinking about children

- At first you think he just means Buddy and you agree with him that the Claus’s baby is adorable

- He lets it go, just nodding and agreeing with you but you can tell there’s still something on his mind

- Later on during the date you two get into a snowball fight

- He sneak attacks your snow fort and tackles you into the snow where you guys wrestle around trying to shove snow in each others face

- Eventually it devolves into just rolling around making messy snow angels

- Once you get too tired and collapse in the snow, he rolls over top you to give you silly tickly kisses that make you both giggle

- He’s still laughing when “I want to put a baby in you so badly” slips out

- You both freeze and he looks so panicked that he said that out loud but you’re blushing like crazy and ask if he’s serious

- He says he thinks he is and you shyly say you want that too

- He’s never looked so happy in his life and the silly kisses return, slightly more saucy than before

—

- Fast forward to several months later and there’s been random bursts of magic in the workshop

- All the elves start giggling and whispering anytime it happens

- You ask what’s up and Judy explains that uncontrollable magic bursts like that mean that someone’s got an elfling on the way

- Elflings are rare so everyone is super excited for the new baby and are trying everything to figure out who’s pregnant

- You don’t think it could be you since you haven’t had any symptoms and it would be really early if you were

- As time passes and no one comes forward announcing they’re pregnant, everyone is confused

- The magic bursts get stronger and stronger as time goes on

- One day you’re walking through the workshop with Bernard and a whole line of rocking horses explodes in a familiar burst of sparkles

- Every elf freezes as they watch the sparkles settle and then they slowly look over at Bernard and you

- Since Bernard is Head Elf, he’s got the most powerful elf magic in the North Pole and would be the only one capable of doing magic like that

- In one wild display of magic, everyone knows it’s you who’s pregnant

- Judy makes you cocoa to calm you down while you and Bernard try to wrap your heads around becoming parents

- Bernard seems very much in shock and kind of distant with you while Judy, Curtis, and Scott congratulate you both

- You start to worry that he doesn’t want the baby after all because he can hardly look at you

- But all doubts leave you as soon as you get home

- Once the door is closed and you’re alone, he falls to his knees and nuzzles your stomach, giving you so many kisses and refusing to leave your side the rest of the night

- You swear you see him tear up a couple of times when he thinks you aren’t looking

—

- He makes all your favorite foods during your pregnancy and you happily soak up all the extra love and attention he gives you

- He thinks you look so unbelievably beautiful while carrying his child and takes every chance to tell you that

- As you grow, even elves from out of town immediately know your baby is his because his magic is nestled within you now and can be easily recognized by other magical creatures

- Mother Nature takes one look at you and gives you and Bernard a knowing look

- Cupid won’t quit waggling his eyebrows at Bernard

- He rolls his eyes but you know he secretly loves it

- You feel strange sometimes knowing that everyone sees you as his because of this but it makes him so happy

- You start to feel self conscious about how you look. “Ugh. I’m so out of shape and weird looking now.”

- But he’s always so quick to reassure you. “Hard disagree. I love seeing how your body grows to nurture our child. In fact,” he purrs, sidling up to wrap his arms around you, “if you weren’t already pregnant, I’d put another baby in you right now.”

—

- The more time goes on, the more obsessed he gets with touching your belly and talking to the baby

- He never misses saying good morning and good night to his precious little elfling

- He gets more and more possessive of people touching you and will glare and snap at anyone who moves too abruptly around you

- The only one he seems okay with is Carol, which you are so thankful for since she’s the only one who you can talk to about the difficulties of pregnancy

- Bernard gives you lots of belly rubs to soothe the aches and pains and one day while he’s doing that he feels the baby kicking

- He cries

—

- Sometimes when the baby is keeping you awake at night with kicks he’ll roll over and spoon you and put a hand on your belly and push his magic into you and you can feel the baby push their magic back. You don’t know exactly what it is that’s happening but it calms the baby down without fail plus it’s really warm so you always fall back asleep no problem

- On the last leg of your pregnancy, you struggle to fit into a dress you had made for a holiday party months ago

- You’re so mad that you wasted the money and won’t be able to wear it. “God, this is so frustrating!”

- You see him watching in the mirror with a little smirk

- You groan at his look. “Stop smiling. This is all your fault. You’re the one who did this to me in the first place, you jerk”

- His smirk just gets wider. “I sure did.”

- He’s got no shame, that asshole.

—

- Elves are much smaller than humans, so while the pregnancy lasts around 10 months, you only look about 6-7 months pregnant before you give birth

- The actual birth isn’t too hard, but Bernard is so incredibly proud of you

- He keeps going back and forth between kissing you and the baby

- And of course he cries then too

#bernard the elf #bernard the elf x reader #bernard the elf imagine #tsc #the santa clause #bernard x reader #I couldn’t resist #I wanted to get my own hc down somewhere cause I am IMPATIENT #this won’t be exactly how it’s like in holly jolly btw but it does share some hc #tsc imagine #my writing

[valiantroeagleangel]

Random Jolly thought

Mid NSFW

jolly is the type to ravish your lips and ask you while he do so, "are you going to behave like a good girl?", before caging you against the wall.

his strong figure is hovering over you and your eyes glimpse at him through your lashes. one of his hands slides along your jaw while his thumb pushes on your lower lip.

patiently, he's waiting for you to answer and when you finally nod, he states as calmly as ever "then open up for me."

at these words, you obediently part your lips for him, letting his digit intrude your mouth.

"duktig flicka, Käraste." his Swedish escapes him as he praises you, completely lost in your deer eyes and you can't help but squirm when you recognize the "good girl" he let out.

his thumb is on your tongue and he presses it against the said muscle, coating his skin with your spit.

his voice might be enough to make you shiver, but the look he's giving you- oh god, his eyes are basically fucking you right on the spot and you feel your stomach turn upside down at the idea. you only wish for him to bend you over the table at the other side of the room.

the thought is making you sigh and your hot breath fan on his hand. his remaining fingers tighten around your jaw and chin, cupping the whole bottom of your face.

disturbed by your drooling mouth full of saliva, you try to swallow, your lips closing to his joint as you unconsciously suck on it. Jolly notices your struggle and moves his thumb from your tongue to your throat, pushing it as far as he can just to test your gag reflex.

by instinct, your mouth opens and you stick your tongue out to show him, letting him inspect the inside of your mouth as he runs his finger even further.

slowly, his eyes leave yours to peek at your spit-covered lips, admiring how swollen they look from his previous kisses. but as you try to swallow once again, his thumb is leaving you alone to land on your cheek and, gently, he dares to stroke it, his gaze meeting your teary one.

"you're always so soft Käraste, so good for me."

I had this thought for a while, it doesn't necessarily make sense but here it is. like all the other thoughts, I wrote that during my ten minutes bus ride and i'm concerned that I always need to write them down during that time.

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[crimson-calligraphyx]

What do four best friends do when they can't agree on where to go on their next "Girl's Trip"? Well, they have a competition—whoever wins gets to choose where to go. The catch? It involves candy underwear and subtlety. Disclaimer: this is completely fictional. I do not own Bad Omens or anyone affiliated with them. This is a RPF; don't like? Don't read. Hope you enjoy! 😊 Sexual content: oral sex & fingering; female receiving. slight knife play. Word count: 5,204 Costumes: Anastasia Riley Adeline I think y'all can picture Gemma's costume Candy thong Tag list: @kingdomof-omens @cheyfi @daylightlvrs @blade-in-red @ladyveronikawrites @jay02bo *if you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

Heavy bass vibrated through not only the walls of our home, but the entirety of my body, shaking me to the core. The air in the foyer was thick with the smoke billowing from the fog machine, creeping low against the wooden floors and swirling as I walked through it.

Continuing through our home, I couldn’t help the nagging thought in my head of whether we really should have a strobe light going or not. It was starting to make me dizzy; the last thing we needed was someone dropping in the middle of the living room from a seizure, but the girls insisted it was necessary for the night and told me to stop being such a worry wart.

It was Halloween night, and the girls and I were getting ready for the impromptu party we threw together. We invited practically the whole block, shoving flyers into their mailboxes the night before, not expecting half of them to show. Still, we went all out and bought two kegs and brought out the entirety of our liquor cabinet, along with probably a dozen pizzas just in case.

It was LA after all, and word does spread like wildfire here, so maybe there was a chance of a huge turnout.

I made my way up the stairs and into my bedroom to check on how the others were doing with their costumes, stopping short when I got a look at Gemma’s outfit. Nicholas outdid himself—the ‘ink’ on Gemma’s arms was that of Noah’s, though rushed from the amount of time we had to get ready. Still, he did his job, and you could tell they were supposed to be the crimson waves and the grayscale portrait Noah had. And of course, the snake with the forbidden fruit on the neck.

Gemma stood with a proud smile on her face, waving her hands up and down her body to brandish her outfit. I snorted, taking in the cropped black tank top, short black skirt, and fishnet combo. She had a white shoelace around the waistband of the skirt to mimic the drawstring on his stage pants, and even had the chain necklace and bracelet he wore on his left wrist.

“Single glove or hand wraps?” she asks, holding up one in each hand. “The glove is more infamous in my opinion, but it might get sweaty,” I shrugged. “Up to you.” She tilts her head back in forth, pondering before settling with the hand wraps. She tossed the glove onto the bed, hitting Adeline with it, who was lying on her stomach.

“If you’re gonna hit me in the ass with a glove, make sure your hand is in it,” Adeline teases, looking back at us over her shoulder. "Duly noted," Gemma laughs and makes her way over to the bed, promptly slapping Adeline over her bustle-clad ass. "What even are you?" Adeline rolls over and stands up, picking up her fedora and placing it on her head. She points to the holster strapped to her thigh that holds a knife, presumably fake. "I'm a monster hunter. You know, like if the Winchester's had a sister." Gemma nods her head slowly, "Riiight, gotcha."

I shake my head at them with a smirk playing on my lips, turning my attention to the mirror. I adjusted the frilled collar around my neck, hoping it wouldn't suffocate me too much during the night, followed by the thigh-high stockings, having the bells on my skirt jingle as I moved. "You think I should do some sort of clown makeup or just leave it with the smokey eye?" I asked, turning to Nick. "Nah," he shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer. "I think it's fine the way it is."

I shrugged, accepting his answer, and tightened the pigtails on my head one last time just as Riley made her way into the room. I gasped when I saw the orange tattered dress and burlap hood, adorned with Sam's stitched face. I was astonished at how good she looked. She wraps her arms around herself, trying to make herself small as a pink tinge formed on her cheeks. I knew she felt uncomfortable, completely stepping out of her comfort zone, but her costume really was amazing.

"Is it that bad?" she asks, digging the toe of her platformed boot into the carpet with uncertainty. "Girl, no! You look amazing!" I reassure her, motioning for her to spin around so I could get a full view. She obliges, hesitantly spinning and extending her arms out by her sides, the skirt of her dress swishing around her. She halts facing me, "Thanks, Stace," she giggles, the start of a confident smile spreading on her face.

"Alright bitches, now that we're all here," Gemma announces, gaining everyone's attention. She holds up her hand, clasped around a bundle of what appeared to be candy necklaces. "I have a little game for us to play tonight. Know how we've been fighting over where to go for our next Girl's Trip?" She asks, tossing each of us a string of candies with a sly smirk. I held the candy up in front of me, quickly realizing these weren't necklaces, but thongs. "Gem, what the fuck are you getting at?" I asked accusingly. She chortled as the rest of us girls exchanged wary glances, only imagining what she had in mind. "We're going to wear these tonight and see who can get rid of the candies the fastest. Winner gets to choose our destination," she winks, stepping into the G-string and sliding it underneath her skirt, completely disregarding Nicholas sitting behind her. "A-and how do you expect us to do that?" Riley asks timidly, the blush rearing her face again.

Gemma chuckles and makes her way over to Riley, taking the ties of the burlap hood between her thumb and index finger, and twiddling it. "C'mon Riles, use that brain of yours. You're gonna get each and every one of those boys at this party to take a nibble," she chomps the air playfully and tugs on the string to release the knot with a laugh. "Hey!" Riley gasps, throwing her hands on her head to stop the burlap sack from falling to the floor. "Not funny," she grumbles, situating the hood back in its original place. "I don't know, Gemma. That's a little... risque." "That's the whole point, Riles! Maybe you'll get lucky with Jol—" "Shh!" Riley frantically covers Gemma's mouth and glances briefly at Nick, her face now beet red and eyes wide as saucers.

I exchanged a knowing look with Adeline, both of us snickering quietly. It was no secret that Riley had a thing for Jolly, always growing quiet and tucking herself behind one of us whenever he was in the room. And when he spoke to her? Forget it. It's like her brain short-circuits and she forgets how to speak, only able to laugh and play with the hem of her shirt. It was cute though, and I knew that a part of this game Gemma had planned was to break Riley out of her shell a bit.

With a shrug, I slipped out of my non edible underwear and tossed it into my hamper, replacing it with the candy thong. It was a little snug, and felt weird as the chalky beads rolled over my skin, but I was determined to get this off as quickly as possible. I was desperate to go to Hawaii.

Adeline steps into my bathroom to exchange her underwear, and Riley looks between the three of us when she returns, visibly shaking. She takes a deep breath and makes her way into my bathroom, doing the same as Adeline.

"Y'all are crazy," Nicholas comments with a chuckle and stands up, slipping his Michael Myers mask over his head. "Please, like you don't want to take a nibble," Gemma winks, bending slightly and wriggling her hips in his direction. I could just imagine the eye roll that was hidden by his mask as he silently sauntered through us, heading downstairs. "At least he's in character," I snorted, and we shared a laugh then trailed after him, ready for our night of fun as we descended the stairs.

Hitting the bottom step, I could just barely hear the doorbell over the music blasting through our home, the bass still vibrating through me. I made my way to the door, throwing it open to be met with a pair of dark eyes, covered slightly by shaggy bangs and shimmering from the strobe light behind me. I take in Noah's blood-stained white T-shirt and jeans as he holds a Ghostface mask in his right hand.

A smirk slowly spreads on his face as I stared for much longer than I should have, soaking in how fucking easy it was for him to look so good, and I could feel my face start to warm. Heat simmers low in my belly from the way he locks eyes with me and smolders at me—he knew exactly what he was doing. Noah and I have been playing this cat-and-mouse game for months, both of us too stubborn to admit our feelings to one another regardless of how obvious it was.

I cleared my throat, "Billy Loomis, huh?" "How could you tell?" he chuckles. I rolled my eyes, "It's not like Scream isn't my favorite slasher or anything." He feigns surprise, his eyebrows rising. "Is that so?" he teases, that smirk finding his lips again. I remained silent while I watched his eyes trail up and down my body, taking in my Jester costume.

He slowly brings his eyes back to mine, lingering on my chest briefly. "So, you gonna let me in or am I supposed to party on the porch by myself all night?" "Right," I chuckled, opening the door wider, allowing him room to enter. "Welcome to the night circus, where you can be a freak on purpose," I shoot him a wink, waving my arm in a grand fashion. "Why thank you, Anastasia," he crosses through the threshold, the way he put emphasis on my name causing a shiver to roll down my spine. No one uses my full name.

His eyes never left mine as he brushed past me, the bells on my dress jingling as he ran a finger across the bottom of it. My heart pounds from the seduction in his eyes, his proximity, the anticipation of his fingers grazing my skin. I watched him disappear into the kitchen while the strobes gave the illusion that his body was lagging behind, leaving nothing but the fog swirling in his wake.

Huffing out a breath, I go to shut the door blindly, having a boot wedge between it and the frame. I looked up at the owner of said boot, belonging to Jolly, who stood there sporting a kind smile with fake blood dribbling down from the corner of his mouth. "Shit, sorry Jolly. I didn't see you there," I apologized with a grimace and stepped back to allow him inside. He laughs, and I catch a glimpse of the fake fangs settled on his teeth. "That's alright, I could see you were a bit preoccupied," he winks before making his way inside, trailing after Noah.

I felt my cheeks burn hot from embarrassment, and suddenly the collar around my neck was beginning to suffocate me. Shutting the door, I took a deep breath to recollect myself and calm my erratic heart. This was going to be an interesting night.

-

The night carried on, with dozens upon dozens of strangers funneling into our home. Half the pizza was gone, the kegs have been tapped, and I was feeling pretty good after a few drinks. I managed to get a couple bites taken from the candy G-string by said strangers, as did the others, but we appeared to still be neck-and-neck in our little competition.

Folio was running rampant around the house in his werewolf costume, sloshing beer in his wake, while Adeline and Noah were nowhere in sight. Riley had tucked herself in the corner of the living room, trying her best to make small talk with Jolly, who seemed very interested in what she had to say. And of course, Nicholas was taking advantage of his Michael Myers costume, sneaking up on people and scaring the shit out of them.

"Stacy!" I heard Gemma call my name as I snagged a slice of pizza. I turned towards her while taking a bite, perking an eyebrow up in questioning. "Come do a keg stand with me!" I rolled my eyes, swallowing the bite I took. "Let me finish my slice of pizza first, Gem. I haven't eaten all night!" She wasn't even paying attention to what I had to say, giggling as she skipped on over to the keg.

I followed after her, shaking my head with a chuckle as she threw herself onto Matt's back, who barely had time to register what was happening. He caught her just in time, nearly falling forward as he hooked her knees on his elbows, scolding her. "Matty," she laughs, "can you help me with the keg stand?" "If it gets you off my back, sure," he huffs. "I may be dressed as Goku, but I'm not a Super Saiyan, so you gotta find another person to help hold your drunk ass up." "Deal!" she lands a sloppy kiss on his cheek before sliding off his back, immediately waving me towards her.

I sighed and tossed my pizza onto the closest counter, knowing she would just keep pestering me until I obliged. Gemma takes hold of the handles and bends at the waist, beginning to hoist herself up by kicking her legs out. Matt and I exchanged looks and rolled our eyes at her impatience, both of us grasping a leg to steady her as she flipped upside down, her skirt falling and exposing the candy underwear.

"You ready?" Matt asks her, not even noticing that her ass was now exposed, and brings the spout to her mouth. She responds by giggling, taking the spout between her teeth. "Three, two, one... Go!" he counts down, opening the spigot and funneling beer to her.

It was messy at first as she continued to giggle, foam billowing from her lips, dripping into her hair and on top of the keg. After a moment, she stifles her hysterics and gets a better grasp on the spout, finally drinking it down as the room starts to count how long she could stay up.

"Gemma, what the fuck are you wearing?" Matt laughs just after the room counts to eight. I brought my attention to him; he finally noticed the edible underwear, unapologetically staring at her ass with a shit-eating grin spread across his face. Gemma starts to laugh, the spout falling from her mouth, which continues to pour beer all over the floor. Her arms buckle as she laughs harder, and she topples backward, landing straight on her back. She groans out in pain, only to erupt into another fit of giggles.

I snorted with amusement and shook my head at the sight before me, reaching for the spigot to close it. "Are you alright?" I asked her and promptly offered a hand to help her up. She accepts my hand and pulls herself up, stumbling to her feet. "Oh yeah, that was hilarious," she chuckles, turning her attention to Matt. "For your information, Matty, it's called candy underwear." "Right, but why are you wearing it?" She motions her head at me, "We're having a competition—me, Stacy, Adeline, and Riley—and for the life of us, we can't agree on where to go for vacation. So, like the genius that I am, I decided whoever can get all the candy bitten off by the end of the night, wins."

He barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "That is the stupidest shit you've ever come up with, Gem." He grabs a solo cup and starts to fill it with beer from the keg, "Where is it that you guys want to go that you can't agree on something?" I mimic his actions, filling my own cup. "I wanna go to Hawaii," I shrugged, followed by taking a sip of my beer. "Riley wants to go to the Bahamas, I think Addy wants to go to Niagara Falls." "What about you, Gem?" Matt asks, pointing his cup in her direction. "Las Vegas!" she shouts.

He nods slowly and takes a long sip of his drink, mulling over our answers. With the hand that was holding the solo cup, he points a finger at me and gives me a quick head nod. "Bend over, I'm taking a bite." "Excuse me?" I folded my arms over my chest, quirking an eyebrow at him. "Hawaii is the best option in my opinion," he shrugs, putting his cup down and closing the gap between us.

He sidles up behind me, lifting the skirt of my dress on his own as he crouches. I shiver from the feeling of his warm breath on my backside as he brings the candy into his mouth, his lips brushing against my skin. I could feel him pull on the string as he fought with it to break the candy, having it snap back into place when he successfully took what felt like a big chunk off. I glanced at Gemma with wide eyes, not expecting this from Matt, and she did not seem amused by any means.

"You better fucking win this shit, Stace," he mumbles and stands up, chewing on the candy. "That's the whole idea, Matt," I winked at him, tugging my dress back into place before returning to my pizza waiting for me on the counter. Gemma scoffs, "What about me? That doesn't seem very fair." "You said it yourself, Gem. It's a competition," Matt retorts. "One of you has to win, and none of you will if I take a bite off each of your asses." Her mouth drops open, appalled by his words, and she quickly exits the room with an exasperated exhale.

"Drama queen," he snickers as he washes down the sweets with a pull of his beer. "The other guys know about this?" "Nick does, not sure if the others caught wind or not. A few strangers were brave enough to take a nibble or two," I chuckled. "Well then, carry on. The night is still young." He bumps his cup with mine in cheers before trailing after Gemma.

With a shrug, I did just so and topped off my cup before heading into the living room. The air in the room was sticky from all the heat radiating off people's bodies, everyone practically shoulder to shoulder as they danced and drank whatever they had in their hands. I take a large pull of my drink, starting my journey through the sea of people until I lock eyes with those same alluring eyes from earlier in the night.

Noah stands there, leaning against the wall opposite of me with his arms folded over his chest. A smirk begins to spread across his face when he sees that he has my undivided attention, and my heart leaps into my throat from how long he holds my gaze. He only breaks eye contact when Nick sidles up beside him, lifting his mask to speak to Noah.

I take another sip of my drink, hoping to swallow my heart back where it belongs but to no avail. Whatever Nick had said to Noah only made his smirk grow, his eyes flickering back to me as he pushed off the wall and began to cut through the crowd towards me.

What the fuck did Nick say to him?

I straighten my posture as he stands in front of me, trying to give the impression that I wasn't beginning to crumble underneath his devious presence. He leans towards me, bringing his mouth so close to my ear that I can feel his breath ghost by it, a chill running down my spine. "Come with me," he says lowly, his tone immediately spreading warmth to my core.

He brushes past me, this time his fingers grazing against my thigh, and my breath gets caught in my throat. Taking another gulp of my beer, I followed him out of the living room and down the hallway that passed by the kitchen. He halts when we're away from the crowd, leaning up against the wall again with the same smirk on his face from moments before. He doesn't say anything, just stares at me.

Now annoyed by his silence, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Why did you bring me here, Noah?" "Like you don't know," he chuckles. I squint my eyes at him, "What are you getting at?" He hums with amusement, pushing himself off the wall, and stalks towards me again, this time brandishing a knife. My eyes grow wide and I back against the wall, my heart pounding as panic starts to wash over me.

He snorts, lowering his hand. "Relax, it's fake. I'm just trying to stay in character. You know, Billy Loomis and all." I huffed, "That wasn't funny." "Mmm, was pretty funny to me. Shoulda seen your face." "Fuck you, Noah," I let out a breathy laugh. "So, you gonna tell me what's going on or can I go back to the party?" He takes another step towards me, tipping my head up with the blade of the plastic knife under my chin. I remained calm this time, knowing it was fake, and stared up at him as I waited for an answer. "A little birdy told me there's a competition between you girls. Is that true?"

So, that's what Nick told him.

"That is true," I confirmed. "And does it involve candy underwear, or was that a lie?" My throat goes dry; I swallow as my heart begins to pound again. "Y-yes," I stammered. "Interesting," he muses, tracing the blade leisurely down my throat. "I love candy necklaces; it's the same candy, right?" I nodded shallowly. "I may have to partake in this competition then if you'll allow it." I take a deep breath in as he continues to skim the knife across my breasts, dragging it down the front of my dress. I lost my voice while my reply swirled round and round in my head, dizzying me as I saw his eyes darken with mischief while he scrutinized my every move.

The knife reaches the middle of my thigh, and he changes direction, slipping it under my dress. He inches it back up my thigh, bringing the heat in my stomach to a simmer as it neared my center. I squeeze my legs together when he slides it between them, and he chuckles. "I'll take that as a no," he says, retracting the knife. "No, you may," I breathed. "Maybe without the knife, though." "Fair enough." He agrees, tucking it into his back pocket.

He lowers himself to his knees, leering up at me with hunger in his eyes as he fists the bottom of my dress. "May I?" I gave a quick nod and held my breath as his head disappeared under the skirt. He wastes no time at all; I can feel the tug against the strings as he takes a section of the beads into his mouth, his warm breath caressing my mound. I chomp down on my lip to hold back the mewl that wanted to escape me from the sensation.

The thong snaps back into place when he successfully takes a bite, causing me to jump slightly. I heard him chuckle, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he takes another mouthful, this time sucking them into his mouth rather than taking them in between his teeth. His lips brush against me ever-so-slightly, my body reacting to the closeness by clenching around nothing.

Fuck. This was turning me on way too fucking much.

"Noah," I warned. "I-I think you've had enough." He releases the candy, and they snap back against me, once again causing me to buck my hips forward. The sweets were now sticky from his saliva, the underwear even more uncomfortable now as the beads stick against my skin. His face emerges from my skirt, and he looks up at me through the dark bangs covering his eyes, licking his lips slowly. "Sorry, I just really like candy necklaces. Let me take one last bite."

He doesn't even wait for me to respond, heading back to where he just was. "No-waaah," I began to scold him for his behavior, only to be interrupted by the moan he elicited from me. He had slipped his tongue through the strings, padding it against my clit while he pulled on another mouthful of candies. "That bite tasted really good." He chuckles deviously, the vibration buzzing through me and sending another tingle through my middle.

He moves back, looking up at me with that same sly smirk he's been brandishing all night. "I really wanna eat it all. And I don't just mean the candy." Heat rises up my neck and across my face from his words, and my clit throbs just from the thought of him devouring every last bead before devouring me. I clenched my thighs together, trying to get some friction where I wanted it the most as I eagerly waited for him to touch me again.

"I know you want to win this competition, Anastasia," he mutters sardonically. "Why don't you let me help?" I swallowed harshly, giving him a quick nod. "Come with me," he coos, taking my hand as he stands, and brings me into the closest room.

It felt wrong as he shut the door to Riley's bedroom and locked it, and even worse when he shoved me playfully onto her bed. The feeling of guilt quickly diminishes, melting into desire as he slowly clambers onto the bed, settling between my legs. He bunches my dress up, exposing the edible underwear once again, lowering himself until his mouth was only a mere centimeter away from it.

He takes one single bead between his teeth, breaking it off and chewing it, all while staring up at me with fire burning in his eyes. He does it again, and again, his mouth dangerously close to my clit, until I couldn't handle him teasing me any longer. "Noah," I whined, wriggling my hips in front of him eagerly. "Please." "Ah, ah," he scolds, "you gotta wait until all of this candy is gone." He laughs when I let out an aggravated huff, taking another mouthful of the candy and sucking on it.

"Tastes so good," he moans out. "The candy is sweet, but your arousal makes it even sweeter," he muses, letting the moist candies fall from his mouth, slapping against my clit. I whimpered and bucked my hips forward, having him take the same candies back in his mouth and finally break them off. I breathed deep with anticipation, my chest heaving as I watched him lazily chew the sweets, his eyes boring into mine with animosity. "Hm," his eyes fall back to the thong, a satisfied grin grazing his lips. "Would you look at that, all the candies are gone. All there is left to eat is..." His eyes flicker back to mine, the smile only growing on his face. "You."

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down with a bruising force while he brought his mouth down to me. He pushes the strings aside, never breaking eye contact as he runs his tongue along my soaked folds agonizingly slow, the look alone shaking me to the core. He takes his time, savoring me as he casually licks his way up to my clit, lolling the tip of his tongue around the sensitive bud.

"Fuck," I whispered, and my head falls back against the mattress. My eyes fluttered shut when he applied a bit more pressure to my clit, still moving in slow circles. I moaned lightly when he entered a finger inside of me, and then another seconds later. He unhurriedly curls them upwards, just barely pressing against that sweet spot as he carries on.

"Look at me," he mumbles against me. I don't move—I can't, not with the way he's paralyzing me, spreading bliss through my entire body with just his two fingers and tongue. "Anastasia," he says sternly, retracting his fingers. "I wanna watch those pretty eyes of yours roll to the back of your head when I make you come." I whimpered from the unwanted emptiness, once again clenching around nothing as I craved to be filled again. Knowing he wouldn't continue until I obliged due to his stubbornness, I had no choice but to pick my head up and look at him.

"Good girl," he chuckles lowly, his eyes glimmering with fervor. He rewards me by sliding his long fingers inside of me, thrusting them with urgency. It took every fiber of my being to not throw my head back down and cry out, knowing he would stop if I were to do that. He lowers his mouth down to me, working his tongue around my awaiting clit strategically, quickly building up my climax.

My legs start to tremble, my hips involuntarily lifting off the mattress to press my cunt harder against his tongue. "That's it," he moans against me, the bass in his voice vibrating through me. "Let go, Anastasia." His eyes darken as he continues to leer up at me, grazing his teeth against my clit before encasing it with his lips, sucking on it. His fingers continued to curl against my walls feverishly, beckoning me to come undone, his eyes commanding me to fall apart under his control.

The pressure continued to climb with each stroke against my G-spot, and I knew by the curl of his lips that he could tell I was close. The more my body trembled beneath him, the more he concentrated on his actions, watching the way my body reacted to him.

The spool finally springs loose inside of me, my hands fisting the sheets as I cried out from the ecstasy coursing through me. My eyes wrench shut, my body quakes uncontrollably, and he continues to carry me through my high, his actions relentless. He laps up every last drop of my orgasm with a breathy laugh, his hands pressed against my thighs to hold my legs open, not finished with me just yet.

He only stops when I go limp, collapsing against the sheets, and my chest heaves as I try to catch the breath that he knocked out of me. As I lay here, nearly comatose, I felt him pull on the strings of the candy thong one last time, only I didn't feel them snap back into place. “That oughta do it," he says confidently. I lift my head to look at him; the plastic knife is in his hand again, and the strings of the edible underwear are dangling off the blade.

I threw my head back and laughed—looks like I’m going to Hawaii.

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #fanfic writing #nicholas ruffilo #nick ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #joakim karlsson #matt dierkes #noah sebastian x oc #one shot

[a-teacup-of-golden-cracks]

Putting a condom on his strap so he can't get me pregnant

#nsft #topposting #trans nsft #nonbinary nsft #lgbt nsft #bottomposting #the jolly writings

[midgardian-witch]

...free use with cecil but youre the one using him... eye twitching

Ooo I love this! Cecil is the type to get horny very easily so once you suggest a 'free use' policy he's over the moon.

You're bored.

That's usually how it starts when you hang out with Cecil, the novelty of the current trouble he is in fading out until you're left with him leaning into you, just taking in your warmth and presence like he could live off of that alone.

So if you're bored you might as well just fuck, right?

You lean into him, your lips brushing over the shell of his ear as you whisper: "Get hard for me, baby. I wanna ride you."

Cecil looks up at you, blinking slowly, needing a bit longer than the average person to process what you're saying. But once he does it's like a switch has been flipped. Cecil scrambles to get his cock out, fumbling with his fly as you simply watch him, amused by how eager he is. His dick is already half hard once he actually gets it out of his pants. He spits on his length before he starts stroking it like he is under a timelimit. He might as well be, you have left him high and dry before just for your amusement. Cecil really has no right to look that hot and pathetic at the same time.

His cock is hard in no time, twitching against his abdomen as he finally lets go of it. His sad cow eyes look up at you, begging you to use him like you said, to make him your little fucktoy (and maybe even let him cum if he's good).

You giggle to yourself as you straddle his lap, your clothes already stripped while Cecil got himself nice and ready for you. Without much preamble you sink down on his cock with a drawn out sigh, enjoying the feeling of being filled.

"Fuck- your pussy feels so good," he slurrs as you start a slow rhythm, bouncing on his cock at your own leisure. As he huffs and puffs against you, moaning like a cheap whore, you wonder if maybe you should just stay like this, warm his cock for a bit until he crys and begs you to move. Or if you should just ride him like you said before, using him to cum and then leaving him hard until you felt like round 2 was in order.

Either way you'd make good use of him.

#free use is a kink i need to use more often #it's very fun (and just so fucking hot) but i don't have enough practice in writing it (if that makes sense?) #cecil dennis #cecil dennis x reader #cecil dennis/reader #revenge for jolly #ask answered

[meekahy]

Hi, my name is Micayla! This is my first fic! Well, first fic in a VERY long time!

Anyways, please let me know what you think! I'm sorry it's short, just trying to get a feel of writing again! It's basically a blurb haha

Inspired by me being sick this past week...

Cough:

It's been a week and a half since you and Noah got sick. You've gotten sick from someone from work, a gross little bug. Yours started with a fever and vomiting, and Noah’s was a cough. Just when you thought you got better, you swapped symptoms. Now you're stuck with a horrible cough and Noah is recovering from throwing up.

Most of the time, you both have been sleeping immensely. The occasional drive to the drug store consisted of keeping the driver awake, grabbing meds and inhaling them in the car on the way home. Sometimes Jolly would stop by with soup, but he’d leave it on the porch because there was no way in hell he was going to get sick.

Later that night, you and Noah were watching all kinds of movies. Horror movies, funny movies and all of those weird movies in-between. Zombeavers? Yes. It fits all of those categories.

Towards the end of the movie, a coughing fit comes out of nowhere again, ringing through your chest so forcefully that you clutched at your throat. You sit up, pulling your knees to your chest as tears silently fall from your eyes. 

Noah eyes you, "Hey, c'mere", and pulls you into his chest tightly. You wrap your arms around his waist and he wraps his arms around your shoulders and arms as he lays you both back down on the couch. 

He watches you for a second and you start to croak, “I-”.

Noah cuts you off, “No more talking today, it won’t help your throat.” You just groan in response as you shove your face into his chest.

"I love you," he whispers into your hair.

"I love you too", you say hoarsely.

"Hey, I told you not to talk!" Noah exclaims. You repeat what he said mockingly quietly as he gasps at the attitude.

You just hold up the “I love you” sign in sign language and he just kisses your head. “Go to sleep”, he mumbles as he holds you closer to him.

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@rottingfern

@crimson-calligraphyx

#bad omens #noah sebastian #nick folio #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #fic writing

[foliosriot]

Love’s The Death Of Peace Of Mind — Pt. 1

pairing: noah sebastian x reader

summary: you and your best friend, noah, messed around a few times. then bad omens releases their third album, and certain songs and lyrics hit a little too close to home.

warnings: none.

masterlist. tdopom masterlist.

You’d slept longer than you would have liked. Waking up at 11:30AM was completely unexpected, but you could care less, especially since you don’t have work today.

With a full-body stretch and dramatic yawn, you slide off your bed. You wobble on your feet for a moment, then find your balance to walk into the bathroom.

What the mirror shows you is awful: dark bags under your eyes, tangled hair, creases along your cheek from where you had been positioned against your pillows. Your reflection makes you cringe. But you don’t do anything to remedy your appearance as you do your business. (You do, at least, rake your fingers through your hair in an attempt at taming it.)

When you’re finished, you shamble back into your room and promptly flop down onto your bed. You’ve been working like crazy recently, so the exhaustion that has tightly gripped you is warranted. But you are not enjoying it, even if you’re the one that has been picking up extra shifts. This one is on you, not the universe.

You groan inwardly as you push yourself upward. You reach for your phone that’s plugged in on your nightstand, then shift into a sitting position against your headboard as you begin your morning social media routine.

Your Instagram is flooded with posts upon posts about Bad Omens’ new album. You immediately curse yourself for forgetting the album’s release date had been much sooner than you’d initially expected.

As you continue scrolling through your feed and swiping through stories, you keep seeing the same image. It was a woman, completely nude, hunched over on a bench of sorts. The red scenery was almost too much, but you couldn’t stop yourself from loving the album art choice. It was simple yet beautiful but eye-catching, and it stood out in a way you knew only Noah would have seen.

Oh god.

Noah.

Noah, your best friend, worked so fucking hard on this third LP. He is too much of a perfectionist to not get every little detail just right. You witnessed him do vocal takes over and over countless times. You saw him scrap samples that you had personally loved. The pride he’s feeling at the media’s response must be overwhelming for him, but in the best way possible. He deserves the recognition.

However, you know that the lead up to the release date had been memorable for both of you. Just not in the way of songwriting or mixing tracks.

It had started roughly a month after your ex broke up with you, about a year and a half ago. You were hanging out with Noah at your apartment, music playing from your speaker as you were drawing on your iPad and Noah was, undoubtedly, writing lyrics for a song he was working on.

He had been singing along to the song was that had been playing, his voice distracting you from whatever you had been doing. If you remember correctly, it was Science & Faith by The Script, a song you love dearly. And the way he had sang along — at first soft and quiet, almost absentmindedly, then using his entire chest like a live performance — captured your attention completely.

You’d watched him until the song ended, his gaze never leaving his journal. Then he was reaching out for his mug of tea and he caught your eye.

“What?” he’d asked.

A small smile. “Nothing,” you told him. “Just really love your voice.”

Noah had continued singing along to the songs that came on, and you just kept watching. The air became charged and vibrated with a tension you had never felt around Noah. But then that tension had snapped when your eyes had met, Give by Sleep Token wrapping around you both.

Suddenly your lips were on each other and previous tasks were forgotten. You had gladly let Noah have his way with you.

Afterwards, you agreed that such an intimate experience wouldn’t tarnish your friendship. And it didn’t! But then it happened again. And again. And again.

The last time you two had messed around was six months ago. Your constant texting and phone calls dwindled over those months, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. And apparently, neither could Noah.

Something in your friendship had changed, but neither one of you had wanted to acknowledge it. You had simply decided that putting distance between each other would fix whatever happened. But it didn’t fix anything; it just made you miss and crave him more as the days went by.

You have wanted Noah more than anything for years. You had thought there was something between you, but had been ultimately proven wrong.

Shrugging off the memories, you close out of Instagram to open up Spotify, and you are immediately met with THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. You nibble on your bottom lip for just a moment before you’re tapping play, keeping shuffle off.

As you listen to the album you remain sitting in bed. You can feel the energy and excitement that overtakes you as you’re enjoying CONCRETE JUNGLE, then going slack jawed by the sheer talent present in Nowhere To Go. The sudden melancholy and regret that you’re met with from Take Me First takes you by surprise, but you’re loving the lyrics too much to dwell on those feelings.

The fourth track is the album’s namesake: THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND. The instrumental intro is awfully beautiful, and you’re nearly taken aback when the first verse begins.

Noah’s voice is gorgeous. It is so soothing and comforting, and then you’re closing your eyes to take it all in. For a moment, you think you’re somewhere else.

Different bed sheets beneath you. Heat radiates from every pore of your body. The curtains are drawn together and the only lights are the strips of LED you’ve always found a bit tacky. There are familiar hands grasping at your thighs and hips, hot breath against your skin. Lips on your neck and teeth biting—

You’re in the walls that I made, with crosses and frames

Hanging upside down

For granted, in vain, I took everything

I ever cared about

I miss the way you say my name

The way you bend, the way you break

Your makeup running down your face

The way you fuck, the way you taste

Your eyes fling open. You had been taken back to a memory, one you fear may never leave your mind. The pre-chorus has your heart racing uncontrollably, and you’re frozen in place as you continue listening. You have no words. There’s a sliver of you that knows Noah wrote that about you. But you aren’t completely certain when the next song starts.

The way What It Cost bleeds into Like A Villain shakes you out of your frozen stupor. The transition is beautiful and you find yourself falling for the lyrics.

Then bad decisions catches you off guard. It’s mellow compared to the front of the album, and even the entirety of Bad Omens’ discography. Still undeniably beautiful, you think.

Just Pretend has you reeling. You knew Noah had written it a few years before but did not expect him to actually use it for any upcoming records. There are a few lines you remember him telling you about from way back when, and you smile small at their presence in the song.

The back of the album is just as perfect. You find yourself resisting the urge to jump along to the addictive nature of What do you want from me? and the sucker punch that is ARTIFICIAL SUICIDE. And then Miracle, the closing track, is simply perfect in every way possible.

When the music stops, you suddenly feel all weird on the inside. There’s an overhanging sense of emptiness, but the weirdness coiling into a knot in the pits of your stomach prevents that void from sinking in fully.

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND is a phenomenal record, front to back. It is beautifully produced, the instrumentals and lyricism working together in a way you’ve never heard before. You have no qualms about making it your album of the year (at least until Motionless In White’s new record in a couple months, that is).

But the beauty of the songs and lyrics does nothing to calm your nerves. The boys had been working hard on every single detail when you and Noah had messed around that handful of times. There was no denying the obvious inspiration Noah had derived from you.

You sit in silence for several minutes, debating on what to do. You know you need to text your friends and tell them how proud of them you are. It takes a bit to finally scrounge up that courage, then you’re finally closing Spotify and going in to your messages to text Noah first. But your thumb is hovering above his contact, almost as if you can’t find it in yourself to simply congratulate your best friend on such a huge success.

It’s embarrassing, really. You can’t ignore your own selfish feelings to just admit you’re fucking proud of him? Because you should be proud of your best friend.

So instead of messaging Noah, you search for the rest of the bands’ contacts. Maybe, this way, you can actually convince yourself to eventually applaud him if you do the same to his fellow band members, your mutual friends, first.

You: CONGRATS ON THE NEW ALBUM!! It is so beautiful and I’m so fucking proud of you! Your drumming is insane and I can’t wait to hear you fuck it up live 🖤🤯 I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Fisherman Folio🎣🥁: THANK YOU! Your support over the years means everything to us, and I can’t believe you’ve been here since the beginning. I love you too!!

You: CONGRATS ON THE NEW ALBUM!! I’m so fucking proud of you guys and it is soooo beautiful! The bass lines are incredible 🖤🖤 I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!

Nicholas🐱🩶: Thank you so much!! I’m so happy with how it came out and I’m happy you like it! Your support means everything. Love you <3

You: CONGRATS ON THE NEW ALBUM!! You went all out on the production and I could not be prouder of this beautiful record! The guitars are amazing (especially in artificial suicide like wtf?????) 🖤🖤 I LOVE YOU!!!!!

Jolly🎸☀️: Thank you! We worked super hard on it and the feedback has been so positive. Thank you for being here from day one. If it weren’t for you and Vincent we would not be where we are. Love you!!

The guys’ messages all bring tears to your eyes, but Jolly’s is the one that has the dam breaking. You smile at your phone as tears streak down your cheeks. Your heart is aching with the urge to hug them all.

A couple minutes later, when the tears have subsided and you’re wiping away the last few stragglers, your phone buzzes. From where it’s laying face up beside you on your bed you can see that it’s another text from Jolly. Your eyebrows pinch slightly in confusion as you pick up your phone.

Jolly🎸☀️: You haven’t said anything to Noah yet, have you?

The singular sentence has you swearing softly then biting your tongue. Jolly is basically your big brother, and he didn’t have to say anything before you were telling him everything about what had happened between you and Noah. He cares about both you and Noah too much to see anything come between you two. Especially considering Noah has been your best friend since he met Nicholas, and thus met you.

But the text bubble seems to be glaring up at you as you stare down at it. It’s not quite a secret that you and Noah haven’t talked in a while, so it’s almost as if Jolly’s text is mocking you. You hardly even react when you see those three little dots pop up and bob as Jolly types.

You sigh through your teeth. You hesitantly begin typing out a response, watching the dots pause and disappear.

You: No not yet

Jolly🎸☀️: Why?

You: Idk, doesn’t feel like my place ig

Jolly🎸☀️: You’re kidding right? Noah has been asking me if I’ve heard from you, if you’ve even listened to the album. He wants your feedback and attention and it’s getting really fucking annoying hearing him be mopey. He wants to hear from you ok? So for my sanity I say you at least text him a quick congrats, maybe your favorite song while you’re at it…

You: Fine, now fuck off and enjoy your huge accomplishment

Jolly doesn’t reply; all he does is like your response in acknowledgement. Which leaves you anxious as you hold your phone limply in your hands.

You breathe deeply. The phone in your hands is practically screaming at you to talk to Noah, to just let him know you listened. And you’re not sure what finally gets you to swipe away from your conversation with Jolly and opening yours with Noah. But you’re already typing and hitting send before you can take it back.

You: Congrats on the album! You’re insanely talented and you should be so proud of yourself! I’m torn between TDOPOM and Miracle as my favorite song :)

You toss your phone to the side, like it’s a bomb that is about to detonate. Having it in your grasp felt too dangerous. Letting it sit a couple feet away from you made you feel a bit better, you suppose.

The phone is silent for awhile. You remain sitting in the spot on your bed, terror bubbling in your chest as you wait for a notification of any kind. But the screen remains dark, and you keep chewing anxiously on your lip and tongue.

Maybe fifteen minutes later, you’re about to give up on waiting for a reply. Noah’s phone is probably blowing up from people congratulating him and the band, so it doesn’t seem worth idling by.

Then your phone vibrates. The screen switches on, and your screensaver is lighting up the singular notification present.

You already know who it’s from.

With shaking fingers, you unlock your phone and open up your messages. There’s one new text. Then another comes in when you press the contact.

Noah: Your love and support means the fucking world. I’m glad you were able to find some favorites lol

Noah: Ok look, I’m sorry if this is crossing a line or whatever but I just wanted you to know that there are a few songs and lyrics about you, if you didn’t catch onto that already. I miss you x

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

a/n: let me know if you want a pt 2!!

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic #the death of peace of mind #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #alex’s writing! ❪ 𖤐 ❫ #alex! ❪ 𖤐 ❫

[catzy88]

Did you know that Leigh Whannell has written and is directing a new movie called Wolf Man (2025)? With a protagonist whose name is Lawrence who "while returning to his hometown, is afflicted by an ancient curse after being bitten by a werewolf."

Well, if you're a fan of the Saw franchise and a Chainshipper, you're in for a real treat. For this is the long-awaited spin-off of the Saw franchise, picking up where Saw VII left off, telling the tale of what happened to Dr. Lawrence Gordon after he locked Detective Mark Hoffman into the same bathroom Lawrence previously shared with photographer Adam Faulkner-Stanheight in the first Saw film. What we didn't see in Saw VII, is that Lawrence took Adam's skeleton with him to finally bury his remains and hopefully bring peace both to himself and Adam, too.

But when Lawrence returns to his hometown, it becomes clear that there are supernatural forces in the work there. Lawrence himself is bitten by a werewolf, and the bones of Adam he buried? Turns out the ground he buried them in wasn't ready to accept them. And so, one day when Lawrence is taking a stroll in the park, someone with a camera bumps into him. And lo and behold, if it isn't the man who has been dead for years. Or who is at least supposed to be dead.

Turns out, dying and getting back to life takes its toll, so Adam doesn't remember Lawrence, their game, or much of anything of his life before really. What a perfect setting for starting over with a clean slate, right?

If only Lawrence didn't turn into a bloodthirsty monster every full moon, with the ancient curse's only cure being the kiss of a true love. But who would love a crippled, old doctor with a detestable past of being the apprentice and accomplice of a heinous serial killer, now with added lycantrophy? The answer may be closer than you think...

#chainshipping #lawrence gordon #adam faulkner stanheight #saw franchise #sawposting #my writing #well... one can always hope right? 🤣 #i even went to the trouble of making that fake movie banner or whatever you want to call it #but this is still as fake as it gets 😪 #or is it..? 😈😘 #i'm laughing at how i'm mixing different folklore and fairytales in a jolly good mess here

[dsireland86]

There is Beauty in the Pain

Chapter 6 (The Game Changer)

WARNINGS: sexual content

Summary: Noah and Sophie find each other in the most unprecedented circumstances. Whether it's the Universe, fate, destiny, or pure luck, they can't deny that their souls were simply meant to be

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"Relax, baby. I've got you."

"Noah," she murmured, opening her eyes to look at me. "I've never been, I mean I've never had,"

"I know. That's what I'm going to fix."

Sophie took a deep breath, relaxing against the couch.

"Close your eyes. I want you to feel this before you see it," I whispered in her ear, feeling the goosebumps instantly spread over her skin. She lightly nodded as I sunk back down to begin my work.

Sophie:

I was all packed up, ready to leave this hell behind. Boxes were stacked all around me and as I watched the remaining pieces of furniture being hauled out the door by Jolly and Matt down to the moving truck, I knew, without a doubt, that I was ready for this new, fresh start.

With my body healed, my mind in a better place, and my heart full of adrenaline, the future, for once, looked promising. I hadn't heard from Perry since the day he sent those horrible texts and photos, and I had no idea if my requests to the police for an investigation ever went through, but it didn't matter anymore; it was over. In just a few months my life had drastically changed for the better and I was optimistic about what would come next, especially since I was moving out of the place that held too many bitter memories from the last few years. It was better this way.

"It looks like the boxes are all that's left," a voice came from behind. I smiled, knowing who it belonged to. 

"Looks like. Is there enough room?" I asked, turning around to face the body the voice belonged to.

Noah slid his arms around my waist and kissed me since we were the only ones in the apartment. 

"Plenty," pulling me in closer to him. I stared up at him, amazed at how this beautiful man had fallen into my life months ago. Ever since the day we broke down our barriers and made out in my kitchen, things have been a little abnormal between us, but in the most mind-blowing, exciting sort of way. We weren't officially together and we weren't a "thing" to those around us, but we definitely had something going on. 

Noah was wrapped up in one of the band's mech hoodies, black sweats, and perfectly white sneakers, smelling like heaven, and it aroused all my senses.

"You're staring, Sophie," he gushed, bringing his hand to my cheek and laying it gently on my skin. 

"Sorry, but you make it very hard not to." I leaned into his touch, savoring the feeling of his tattooed fingers wrapping around me. I kissed his palm, earning a smile from him, then pulled away, just in time as Folio walked through the door. 

"Which boxes go first?" He looked from me to Noah. 

"Those over there by my bedroom. They're kitchen boxes."

Folio nodded, removing his hands from his hips, and headed over to grab the first box. 

"I don't want to go, but I kind of have to, Jolly. The place needs me for a bit. We're on some downtime, so I'll go and then be back in a few days."

Nicholas walked through the door with Jolly hot on his heels.

"Like how long are a few days?"

Nick shrugged.

"I don't know like five?

Jolly rolled his eyes. "Five days!"

"Yeah, and that's not counting the travel days, so like a week then." 

"Fuck, Nick!"

"What's wrong?" Noah asked, turning his attention from me to his friends.

"Nothing. Jolly's just freaking out about me and Folio going back to Virginia. It's only for five days."

"A week!" Jolly yelled behind him, walking out the door with two more boxes.

"You're leaving?" I asked, suddenly concerned. 

"Yeah, I have some things I need to take care of at the tattoo shop I still work in Richmond. They're short-handed so I'm going to help out for a few days until the new girl starts next week."

"Oh, I didn't know you still worked there," I noted, throwing the last of the bath towels in a box and closing it up. 

"Only on downtime, which isn't a lot."

I nodded, watching Noah leave with more boxes. "And Folio?"

"He's going to do some stuff with his dad and wants to go fishing. He says there's better places up there than over here."

Nicholas took the box of bathroom items I'd just picked up, and I thanked him. 

"Nick and his fishing," I chuckled, shaking my head. 

"Yup, you know he's got a huge tattoo over his chest of an eagle and a trout?"

My eyes widened. "No, I didn't."

"Yeah you wanna see," Folio offered, lifting his shirt as he walked over to me and Nicholas. A huge picture of an eagle with its wings spread wide and a trout caught in its claws stretched across Nick's entire chest almost to his navel. It was beautiful.

"Dang, Nick! That is incredible. Did it hurt?"

"Fuck yeah, it hurt. Couldn't move for days. But it was worth it," he chimed, cheesing at me and shooting me a quick wink.

"You know he's got a crush on you, right?" Nicholas whispered, shifting the box he was still holding

I tried my best to hide the tight-lipped smile that was trying to show.

"I, uh, I had a strong inkling, but I don't like to assume things that aren't there," shoving my hands in my back pockets. 

"What's not there?" Noah asked, walking into the apartment and partially out of breath. 

"Oh it's there alright," Nick scoffed, finally taking the box he'd been holding down to the truck. 

Noah scowled at me, brown eyes searching me for an answer. 

Noticing how out of breath he was, I brushed the piece of hair away that had fallen over his eye, grinning. 

"What did you do, run all the way up the three flights of stairs?" I gazed at him, puzzled.

"Yeah, I just wanted to see if I could do it."

"And did you?"

"Yeah, just about killed me though." Noah chuckled, standing to his full height.  

I rolled my eyes, not understanding the things this guy did just to prove a point to himself.

"What was Nick talking about," he asked, and I caught the hint of suspicion in his voice.  

"Oh, uh just that, well he thinks Folio has a crush on me, but I think he's wrong."

"He's not," Noah stated, suddenly staring down at me with a strong yearning look in his eyes and moving in a little closer. I stared back, my head tilted almost fully back, unable to look away as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me so gently, and when he slipped his tongue inside my mouth, the insatiable feeling of his eagerness went straight to my sex, soaking my undies. I moaned in his mouth when he pulled me closer, pushing his growing bulge in between my legs, and squeezed my side so hard I was sure it was going to leave a bruise. When we parted, I was short of breath and completely turned on. 

"But, it better just stay a crush," Noah finally said, running his hand through his hair and giving me that irresistible smile of his, making my heart race. 

"And if it doesn't," I insisted, curious as to where this would lead. 

"Then I'll fight him, and I'll win."

Noah walked off with the last box without another word.

"Seriously!" I yelled. 

"Yes, seriously," came a reply.

Nicholas and I finished up the cleaning shortly after the last box was packed into the truck, and then Matt, Jolly, and Folio drove it to the storage unit I'd rented. The place was empty and quiet, and as I looked around one last time, I was overwhelmed by so many emotions that I dropped everything I was holding and threw my hands up to my face. 

"Hey, Sophie, it's alright. Come here." Nicholas put down the cleaning supplies he was holding and gently wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face in his shoulder, thankful that I wasn't here alone, doing all of this by myself. I was so grateful to Nick and everyone else, especially Noah, who helped make this new life of mine possible. Without them, I didn't want to think about where I'd be right now, and I guess that's why I was crying and so emotional. I was just happy and man did it feel good to be happy. Eventually, we parted and I dried my eyes, apologizing again for being such a girl. 

"Wouldn't it be weird if you didn't act like such a girl?" 

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. "I don't know. I'm just an emotional person and I feel too much of everything."  

"I get it. We emo people are a different breed." 

I looked over at Nicholas and couldn't hold my laughter in anymore. It felt good to laugh with a friend, and Nick had become just that; my friend.

Noah:

"What happened?"

"Nothing happened." 

"You're lying; you're looking away."

"So. What's,"

"You look away when you lie."

"......."

"Why are so distant, Sophie? Did last night make you feel uncomfortable; it was only dinner and Anime."

"No, it didn't. Noah just stop, okay."

"Then fucking talk to me! Tell me what's going on inside that head of yours."

"I can't talk to you if I don't even know! Shit! Noah, it has nothing to do with you, okay? It doesn't. It's my head; it just isn't in a good place right now."

"What the fuck ever. Don't talk. Keep whatever shit is hurting you, whatever is pulling you away from me, buried inside.

"......"

"Do I scare you? Do you not trust me? Did I say something wrong that hurt you? Just give me an idea, please, before I go and fuck some shit up to get out of my own head. This whole thing is just, it's fucking with my mind. I,"

"Noah stop! Alright! Please, just stop. You didn't do or say anything wrong. I told you this isn't about you."

"Then what's it about?

"..........."

"It's Perry, isn't it?"

"......"

"I knew it. Did you talk to him?" 

"No, I didn't. He texted me; early this morning."

"What did he say?"

"......."

"Dammit Sophie, what the fuck did he say?" 

"...... He misses me."

"...... Do you believe him?"

"Should I?"

"No, you shouldn't."

"He haunts me, Noah. I can't escape him."

"I know what it feels like to be haunted by someone that's still alive, Sophie, but you need someone who loves your soul more than your body, and that's not Perry."

"Then who is it, Noah?"

"............"

"Don't, Noah, do not touch me, do not say sorry, don't say anything else. Just... just leave me be. I need to be alone."

"Sophie, wait,"

Her silence before slamming the bedroom door closed said everything I needed to hear. I fucked up, bad, and pushed her away from me. Her walls were back up and there was no way I was getting through them tonight. I went to bed on the couch, finding the release of my frustration with my hand wrapped around my length, picturing Sophie behind my closed eyes, bent over as I took her fast and hard from behind.

"There is no way I can afford any of these places, Noah! Even with my new promotion at my work, it'll be cutting it close." 

Sophie closed her laptop harder than she meant to and tossed it on the floor. We were up in my studio, working on two things at once; she was looking for a new place to live, while I was writing lyrics to a few beats Jolly and I had put together before he took off for a vineyard tour in Northern Cali. Nick and Folio had already flown out to Virginia, leaving me and Sophie and the house entirely to ourselves.

What started out great turned into a fucked up, emotional fight with her that I never thought would happen; and it was all my fault. I pushed her into answering questions she didn't have the answers to and it made her put up walls that she never should have had to.

The image I had of her that night, stripped naked and bent over one of the chairs in the living room, got me harder than I'd been in a long time. The whimpers that fell from her lips, the moans that echoed through the house, and her perfectly round bottom lifted high enough for me to slide right into her soaking wet sex and fuck up into her made me cum so hard it came spilling all over my lap before I even had a chance to grab my shirt. Thankfully none of it got on the couch. 

The hard-on I was getting just from thinking about it made the heat in my abdomen rage.

"What are you thinking about over there so quiet and lost in thought?"

I looked over at Sophie, her eyes locked on me like magnets. 

"Whatever it is, it must be good. Your cheeks are red," pointing out my embarrassment. My skin prickled seeing her smile at me. 

"You really want to know?" shamelessly undressing her with my eyes as I stood up and walked over to the gray couch where she was sitting. 

"I asked, didn't I?" 

"Yes, you did, but I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll run away; it's kind of dirty."

She narrowed her eyes at me as I squatted before her, folding my arms over her knees and laying my chin down on one of them, looking up at her, amused by the redness of her cheeks.

"You're joking, right?"

"Now who's blushing," smirking at the way she wiggled in her seat. 

"You're a jerk," she said, laughing, pushing me away with the shove of her hand. 

"A jerk who was thinking about your lips and how I like the way they taste," I confessed, gliding my hands up her thighs and feeling their muscles tighten.

"Oh you were, were you," Sophie teased, scooting forward until her face was a mere inch from mine, lifting her hand and running her thumb across my lips, making my dick twitch and swell inside my pants.

I shut my eyes as she closed in on my mouth, feeling her tongue slide slowly across my bottom lip before making its way into my mouth and her lips pressed against mine. 

My nerves were on fire as she massaged the tip of my tongue until I could taste her. I grabbed her hips, bringing us closer together with the sound of a familiar moan leaving her.   

"Fuck, girl, what are you trying to do to me," mumbling against her lips and feeling her smile.

"I'm just kissing you."

"If that's how you kiss, then I can't even imagine how you f..."

I was silenced by her lips attacking mine again, the heat of her mouth pouring into me, making me almost as hard as I was in the vision I had of us. My hands left her hips as I guided them slowly around her neck, wrapping my long, tattooed fingers around it and squeezing gently. 

The air around us was silent and still when we parted and Sophie sat back, fixing her long, auburn hair she had piled on the top of her head in a relaxing bun. 

"Where did you learn to kiss like that," I asked, getting up and sitting next to her. She shifted herself around, turning slightly towards me with one arm resting over the back of the couch. 

"What, you think I don't read?"

"I didn't say that," I snickered. 

"What about you?" Her face was a little flushed, bringing out the vivid red of her lips that showed signs of my lustful kisses.

I chuckled, smiling briefly, running my hand through the side of my hair. 

"Noah, are you nervous to tell me?" Sophie asked in a playful voice. 

Truth was, yeah, I was nervous; nervous as fuck at the fact that she and I had only known each other a few months and already I was completely wrecked by her.

"Let's just put it this way; I've had a lot of experience. Some really good and some really bad. That's all I'm saying." 

"Fair enough," she nodded with a grin, looking away.

"I've had a lot of times I'm not proud of; times when I was in a very dark place, drinking and getting high all the time. Girls were thrown in there too somewhere, but most of the details are a blur now."

"Yeah, I understand that. I've learned to block out a lot of the trauma from my years with Perry. You'd think I'd be in a fragile state given everything that's happened, including a hospital stay, but a lot of therapy has helped me recover. I've learned to let it go. It wasn't easy; hurt so fucking bad, but it was worth it."

Sophie smiled as she brushed the strays of her hair away from her face. I suddenly felt like a piece of shit over how angry and upset I got at her the other day. None of it was her fault. She was only doing what she needed to do to protect herself. 

 "I let you down the other day," I quickly admitted, rubbing my hands together as they sat in my lap. I wasn't used to being this honest with anyone other than my therapist, but something inside me urged me to be with Sophie, telling me I had nothing to be afraid of. 

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I hurt you," focusing on the empty air between us. Shit. This was fucking hard.

Sophie took a deep breath. As if she could sense the anxiety building up in me, she scooted over and sat beside me, reaching over and taking my hand in hers, holding it tightly.

"Noah, you have nothing to be sorry about. You didn't do anything wrong. I told you that already."

"Yeah, I did, Sophie. I pushed you when I shouldn't have. I didn't listen to you when you said to leave you alone, and I made you put up walls. I don't want you to feel like you need walls around me. I'm not him."

Sophie swallowed hard.

"I won't hurt you like he did."

Turning away from me, she lowered her head.

"I loved him, Noah; more than I trusted myself to say," she admitted, looking straight in front of her. "and in the very beginning, more than words could express. But in the end, I lost myself trying to hold on to him when he never cared about losing me."

She turned back to me, tears filling her eyes and spilling onto her cheeks. "That day in my apartment, the things you said to me, told me that I could trust you; that my heart could trust you. That's freaking insane!" she laughed, dragging her hands over her face to wipe it clean. 

"Why is that insane?" I asked, letting go of her hand and draping my arm over her shoulder instead, pulling her into me. 

"Noah, you're you; hotter than hell, Concrete Noah. I'm me; plain Jane, full of drama, and a lot of baggage. How are we even here together right now? Why have you and the guys done everything that you have for me? I don't understand it. I don't deserve any of it." 

Leaning forward, Sophie rested her elbows on her knees and played with her fingers. I was at a loss for words from everything she just told me, but I wasn't out of feeling a deep, hungry need to show her how wrong she was about everything.

"Hey," pulling her back by her shoulder, and as soon as she turned her face to me, I kissed her, drinking her in, but pouring out my carnal need for more of her, and when I met her tongue with mine, tasting her, her soft moan against my mouth made my dick hard again. Pulling back, we stared at one another for a moment, trying to figure out where we both wanted this to go. 

"I just want to help you let go of him, Sophie. I want you to know what it feels like to be touched by someone who worships your body and your soul." I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The brazen look in her hazel eyes gave me all the confidence I needed to make the next move.

"Then help me let go, Noah."

"Are you sure? You won't regret me?" I had to know before I went any further with her. 

"No," she answered with so much confidence that it made my heart skip a beat at knowing what she was about to let me do to her. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, lingering there for a few seconds.

I stood up and removed my shirt because we were going to need it later, letting it fall to the floor beside me. I smiled when I saw Sophie's eyes darken the way they did as they scanned my body and the tattoos covering it. 

"Like what you see," I joked, kneeling before her. My mouth was starting to water at the idea of what I was about to do.

"I've only seen them in pictures; they're beautiful."

"You know what else is beautiful," I asked, spreading her legs apart and crawling in between them, meeting her face with my lips. 

"You," I admitted in a hoarse whisper, kissing her cheek, her lips, and then trailing down to her neck where I slid my tongue over her supple, ivory skin. Her breathing became heavy her pulse quickened, and the perfect little moan that escaped her when I slid my fingers between her skin and the fabric of her leggings, had my dick throbbing and I knew before this was all over she wasn't going to be the only one cumming.

"Lift," I demanded, keeping direct eye contact with her while I pulled her leggings off, tossing them to the side. Sophie had beautiful thighs and I was longing to have my face between them, sucking her skin and leaving the purple marks behind that only she would see and be reminded of this moment. With only her panties on, I slid my hands up her thighs and laid them on her hips, grinning as she whimpered and bit her bottom lip, tugging her down a little bit to give me better access to her sweet sex that I knew was already wet for me. 

"Is this okay," I asked her, before going any further.

She nodded quickly. "More than okay," she whispered, closing her mouth and swallowing. The anticipated look in her eyes as she waited patiently for what I was about to do, did things to me that I'd never felt before. Whatever was happening between me and Sophie was so electric and was destroying every memory of the girls who broke my heart.

Hooking my fingers around the top of her panties, I pulled them down, exposing the top of her sex. But I wanted to see the rest; I wanted all of it. Sophie clenched her thighs tightly and I knew she was nervous. "You good?" I asked again, looking up to see her head laid back, eyes closed, but her body was stiff. I moved back up, placing a soft kiss on her lips, feeling her kiss me back.

"Relax, baby. I've got you."

"Noah," she murmured, opening her eyes to look at me. "I've never been, I mean I've never had," 

"I know. That's what I'm going to fix."

Sophie took a deep breath, relaxing against the couch.

"Close your eyes. I want you to feel this before you see it," I whispered in her ear, feeling the goosebumps instantly spread over her skin. She lightly nodded as I sunk back down to begin my work. 

Parting her legs slowly and feeling them tremble beneath the tips of my fingers, I kissed the inside of both her thighs, pulling the supple skin in my mouth and sucking gently, leaving the marks behind like I wanted. Sophie wiggled and whimpered, her short, little cries echoing in the room. Releasing her skin, I licked my lips the instant I set my sight on her pretty center that was so wet and bare. 

"You shave it," I said, impressed that she would do such a thing. 

"Are you complaining?"

"No, not at all; I love it actually." And I did. God did I love the fact that I had the most amazing view of all her pleasure points.

"I want you to picture me behind your eyes the second you feel this, princess," I said, finally inserting the first finger inside her. Her loud moan as she arched her back, went straight to my groin, and I didn't hold back the grunt that came from deep inside. I pushed in and out of her, watching her legs shake and her belly tighten at each thrust of my finger. 

"Noah," she cried, eyes still closed and bringing her hand over the top of mine. 

The sound of my name falling from her lips aroused every nerve, every muscle in my body. Her pleasure was infectious. It was the kind that made me want to do whatever I had to just to see it on her. I gripped her thigh, squeezing it hard.

"You like that?"

She nodded quickly.

"How about this?" and I inserted my middle finger.

Her hips bucked again, and she let out a gasping cry that made me move in and out of her a little faster, the sounds of her panting hitting my ears like music. She was so wet, and the fact that it was all for me did something to my ego that words couldn't describe. 

"What about this, huh? Do you like it when I do this, princess," pushing farther into her and twisting."

"Oh, Noah yes, fuck, that feels amazing," she moaned, pushing herself harder into my fingers.

What was happening wasn't about me; it was all about her and making her know what felt like to be handled like the beautiful being she was and not a piece of useless nothing. I suddenly wanted to take the next step that would hopefully remove that motherfucker from her mind for good. 

I licked my lips before diving in and lapping up every wet part of her, savoring the taste of her pussy and all of its treasure in my mouth, while still keeping my fingers buried deep inside her.

She was deathly intoxicating and for the first time in my life, I couldn't get enough. I licked her faster and sucked her harder while my fingers continued pumping in and out of her, earning small screams and cries from her lips that almost made me cum in my pants. I held back, forcing myself to control my arousal, vowing to make Sophie cum over my fingers or in my mouth first. 

I laid my hand on her belly, feeling its tightness, knowing she was close.

"Tell me, baby. Are you good?" taking a moment to make sure she was okay.

Sophie opened her eyes for the first time and looked down at me as my mouth licked her entrance, pushing my tongue deeper into her. 

"Ugghh, fuck, Noah," she cried, gripping the cushions and throwing her head back. I smiled, knowing I was pleasing her the way she needed to be pleased. 

"Keep moaning for me, princess. I wanna hear you; I wanna feel you." Remembering her saying she was never allowed to touch that asshole when he was using her, I was desperately craving her touch, so I reached for her hand, and when I found it, I placed it on the top of my head. She instantly pulled it back. 

"It's okay," I encouraged, stopping for a moment to look up. Her eyes were full of concern like she was waiting for me to correct her or be angry with her. I realized then, just how damaged Sophie really was and it crushed my heart. 

"If I could, I would kiss away all your scars," moving up toward her face, with my fingers still inside her moving in and out. Slowly she lifted her hand, placing it gently on my cheek and brushing the hair away from my eye, as her eyes welled with tears. "Why do I believe you?" 

"Because," I said, shifting to where I was partially on her and the couch, "he never made you feel like this. He never wanted to see you pleasured and even just finger fucked like the way you are right now. Fuck, Sophie, I'm so glad that night happened. If it hadn't we wouldn't be doing this. I'm glad we're doing this." 

Nudging her legs to open back up, Sophie gave me complete access to her sex, proving that she trusted me. "Me too."

"Did he ever make you cum?" slowly working my fingers in her once again, pushing further in and feeling her tighten around me. 

"Not often. Most of the time I was forced to fake them just to get him to stop," she said, tears running down her face.

"Well, I'm going to fix that."

She whimpered when I barely pulled my fingers out only to slam them back in, curling around her and feeling that one spot that I knew was it. 

She moaned so loud and dug her nails into the skin of my hand, causing me to seeth and almost cum. Gritting my teeth, I began moving faster and harder inside her, working her until the tightness against my fingers was undeniable. 

"Don't stop, Noah, god please don't stop."

"That's it princess, cum for me," I growled. Encouraging her the more she panted and whined, I used my fingers to thrust up into her, until finally, she exploded around me, her orgasm hitting her so hard that when she cried out, I came in my jeans, not caring about the warm liquid seeping through my pants. 

We were both out of breath, hearts racing out of control, and minds completely ravaged, and as our bodies began to calm down, Sophie lifted my face to meet hers. 

"Kiss me," she said, her body still trembling from the excitement.

I snatched her lips in mine as I gripped her face with my hands, and pulled her in closer because she just wasn't close enough and I needed her as close as I could get her. 

"Hey, Noah, I found the box that has all the lighting equipment," Matt yelled, throwing the door open and dropping a box on the floor.

"What the fuck, Matt!" I hollered, throwing myself over Sophie's legs to hide her from Matt's eyes. 

"Oh, shit man, I'm so fucking sorry! I'm just gonna go and," he bent over to pick up the box, but I stopped him.

"Just leave the fucking box, Matt. Get out," I yelled, and he opened the door, slamming it closed behind him. 

"I wonder how much of that he heard," Sophie said, out of the blue.

Thinking she was going to be mortified, I looked at her with disbelief, seeing her trying to hide a smile.

The two of us busted out in laughter, embarrassed together.  

I wasn't sure what was going to happen once the two of us left this room, or where this moment would leave us, but I didn't regret it. My biggest fear though was that Sophie would, just like the others did in the past, and by tomorrow, I would be feeling emotionally fucked. Either way, I knew I was never going to look at the gray couch in my studio the same, ever again.

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Masterlist

Bad Omens

Noah Sebastian

Echoes of regret, melodies of longing (a/f)

Dance with somebody (f)

Collision of fate: pt.1 pt.2 (a/f)

Darkness at the heart of my love (a)

Tangled hearts (a)

Notes: feel free to submit requests. I have broad range of interests, lol.

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VIRALITY - Bad Omens

𝐯𝐢·𝐫𝐚𝐥·𝐢·𝐭𝐲

/ˌ𝐯īˈ𝐫𝐚𝐥ə𝐝ē/

𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐈𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

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When successful media marketing and publicity manager Valerie Thornhill is offered a unique opportunity to take on an up & coming alternative band, she hesitates. With the entire band against her, she struggles to navigate through managing her newest clients - especially when some warm up to her quicker than others.

Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!oc

Noah Sebastian x fem!oc

18+ only even tho i’m not sure yet if i feel comfortable writing smut for this fandom - the content is still mature regardless

(edit; totally lied, i'm def writing smut, any smut chapters will have a * by the title lol)

01 - Business Offer

02 - Small Venues

03 - Rehearsal

04 - Rained In

05 - Team Building Exercises

06 - Whiplash*

07 - Heartthrob Strategy

08 - Play Along

09 - Lavender Haze*

10 - Maybe Both, Maybe Neither

11 - Peak Fashion

Crossposted:

-> ao3

-> Wattpad

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