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i wanna fuck on him
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idwt-money · 1 month ago
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im fucking drooling
Masked: Stalker!Noah Sebastian-Part One
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*gif created by me. Please feel free to use this, just give credit. All pictures for the covers are not mine, all found on pinterest. *
Pairings: Stalker!Noah Sebastian x Reader.
Warnings: this will be a very dark romance-inspired three parter, you have been warned. angst, fluff, language, stalking, breaking and entering, watching someone sleep, blood, some medical talk, a scene of someone receiving stitches, murder, torture, and smut which includes p in v, primal play, knife play, mask kink, chasing through words, consensual nonconsensual, oral with female and male receiving, fingering, possible anal play, edging,
Summary: Readers' sex live had been anything but exciting for years. Curiosity peeks when she stumbles upon a website where people sign up to meet strangers for a wild night of sex based on similar kinks. She meets a masked man that opened up her eyes to a world of different sexual kinks and when the night is over, she's ready to move on. The masked man, however, is not. One imprint of her on his skin is enough to make him obsessed. He'll do whatever he can to make sure she is his; whether she agrees or not.
Authors Note: as I mentioned, this is going to be very dark. So if any of the warnings are not for you, please don't read. I understand everyone has limits and that's okay! This will be a total of three parts that will be posted throughout the month of October! Part one is very tame but I promise part two and three will make up for it!
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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL OR HAPPENED.
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READER
I gnawed ruthlessly on my bottom lip as I continued to stare at my laptop screen, wondering if what I was about to do was a good idea. Surely I had to be insane to even think of this. I should have ignored Missy, my coworker and fellow E.R nurse, as she rambled on about this website while we were at work yesterday. She rambled on about how she signed up for a wild night of sex with a random stranger, I blanched at how nonchalant she was about it. When I expressed my concerns about the safety of this website, Missy explained how everyone has to go through a background check and need to upload a copy of an STD test. Whoever created the website wanted everyone to be safe, in more ways than one. 
The topic of this conversation was brought up when I mentioned how it had been nearly six months since I last had sex. But it had been extremely difficult to find a man that could satisfy the needs I had. To which Missy told me about this site. She had met four different men from it and claimed it was some of the best sex she’s had. 
After I muttered a quick fuck it to myself, I was now sitting in the darkness of my living room as I put in my information on this dreaded website to hopefully find a sexual partner that matched my own wants and kinks. I thought I knew what I was into but clearly, after reading this checklist I needed to mark off, I realized there was more to sexual experiences than I thought. 
Mask kink? Definitely. 
Knife play? Sounds dangerous but I’ll try it. 
Primal play? Yes please. 
Wait, am I reading this right? Piss kink? I’m not one to kink shame but no thanks. 
Praise kink? Call me a good girl and I’ll be on my knees faster than you can count to two.
I spent the next few minutes filling out the questionnaire. I had to look up what somnophilia meant and after some deep consideration, I marked it as a yes, but with limits. 
Once my important documents were uploaded, I had to choose a safe word and a code word for when me and my partner would finally meet up. Safe word was mercy and our code word was the coyote's cry. 
“If I get murdered, I’m going to come back and haunt Missy for talking me into this.” I grumbled while sitting back on my couch as I waited for the match results to show up on my laptop. 
Even though the prospect of this was daunting, I desperately needed a night like this. Ever since I graduated highschool and started med school, I worked non stop until I was finally able to land my dream job working in one of the top hospitals in Los Angeles. My bosses could always count on me to get the nasty work done and stay extra hours if need be. I was always loyal and never took off unless I was sick; which was rare. I spent all of my younger years studying and never had the chance to express or find myself. Now at twenty six, I was determined to live my life how I wanted.
A loud ping from my laptop pulled me from my thoughts and I sucked in a breath at the message on screen. 
You’ve got a match!
With shaking fingers, I clicked on the message and was now staring at a profile of a man donned in a black ski mask with odd white symbols. His dark eyes pierced into my soul and I felt hot all over. I was pinned to my couch unable to move as I read over his very limited profile. Due to being anonymous on the site, names were forbidden so his profile name was Masked.Omen while mine was Dark.Angel. At the bottom of his profile showed everything he was into sexually and I couldn’t help but internally smirk when I realized we were into a lot of the same things; give or take a few things I hadn't heard of. 
One thing caught my attention and it was when and where we would be meeting. In two days at a halloween party. The address was listed and after doing some research, I found out it was on a secluded manor grounds, far away from the city I currently lived in. The size of the manor was triple the size of my apartment and I couldn’t help but wonder if he lived there. Along with where we were meeting was the details of our sexual excursion. 
Primal play. Get ready for a hunt.
“Wait,” I muttered while looking at the details even further. “Halloween Party? So there will be other people there?”
My heart rate picked up momentarily because how was I going to be able to spot this man out in a large group of people? How would we have sex with other people there? I did not choose “orgy” as an option. A threeway with another man? Sure. But not multiple partners. 
“What the fuck did I get myself into?” I groaned while snapping my laptop shut. 
I had two days to find a costume when Halloween was so close, meaning I had slim pickings. Tying up my hair into a claw clip, I slipped into my shoes and tossed my bag over my shoulder, the prospect of hooking up with a total stranger bringing a small smile to my lips. 
Was I a sick fuck for it? Possibly. But I didn’t care. I accepted that I was into the darker type of things years ago. I was never ashamed of it and I refused to let others shame me. But the sexual partners I had in the past couldn’t quite meet my needs. Of course, I wanted to go into this night with no high expectations because this masked.omen could very well be like every other guy I slept with. 
Boring and quiet. 
As I took down the steps of my apartment towards my car that was parked in the parking lot, I pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Missy. 
Me: If I get murdered because I took your advice and meet up with this stranger, I’m going to come back and haunt your ass. 
Missy: Oh, who did you match with?
Once I was settled in my car, I replied. 
Me: Masked.Omens. 
It was a few moments before Missy replied. 
Missy: No fucking way! 
Missy: I’ve seen his profile on that site for months but no one ever matched with him! I’m not going to lie, I’m low key jealous because his profile pic is so fucking hot. That mask? Sign me the fuck up. 
Missy: I can’t believe you got matched with him! No one has ever matched him. It’s so hard. Trust me, I’ve tried to rig the site so I can match with him. I have a few other friends who are on that site and they also never match with Masked.Omens. Much to their dismay.
Why did that little bit of information fill me with a sense of pride? 
Because you’re fucked up and you love the attention. 
Ignoring the voice inside of my head, I typed back to Missy. 
Me: Consider me a lucky gal. At least I’ll get murdered by a sought after masked man. 
Missy: I’ll tell everyone you went out with a bang. Literally. 
Rolling my eyes, I dropped my phone into the cup holder and pulled the car out of the parking spot, heading towards the nearest Spirit Halloween. 
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The bass of the music vibrated against my chest as I walked up the long driveway towards the dark estate. And not dark because of the moon up in the horizon. Dark from its exterior that was painted black. The only source of lights were spot lights scattered throughout the yard and the orange string lights wrapped around the four posts on the front porch. As I neared the front door, I adjusted the large black wings on my back and pulled at the short skirt, trying yet failing to cover my ass. 
As I suspected, the selection of costumes at Spirit Halloween was small. Either the dark angel costume I was currently wearing or a hot dog. 
The black corset was tight, a size too small, but it made my breasts look fantastic so I tried not to complain too much. The fishnets I wore were littered with gems, which would sparkle when they caught the light just right. Never being a heel type of woman, I decided on wearing my black combat boots. My long hair fell around my shoulders in waves and I was sporting a red smokey eye and blood red lipstick. I couldn’t help but stop and stare at my reflection for a few moments before leaving my apartment earlier which ended up making me late tonight. Masked.Omens and I were supposed to meet around 8 p.m. but it was nearing nine by the time I stepped through the front door of the packed house. Almost immediately my eyes caught sight of a large happy birthday banner on the banister of the staircase
We were able to send messages between the partners we match with on the site so I sent Masked.Omens a quick message as I got into my car earlier. 
Dark.Angel: Hi, sorry if this seems weird that I’m messaging you before we even have a chance to meet but I wanted to let you know I’m running late. Not sure if you care or not. Or if you’ll even be there tonight. For all I know, you probably haven’t been signed in on here for months and I’m coming to meet a ghost. Well, it wouldn’t make sense since you sent the meet up instructions. Unless it was already predetermined. 
Dark.Angel: Sorry I’m rambling. I’ll be there closer to nine. If you even still want to meet up after my insane message. 
Dark.Angel: I’ll be dressed as a dark angel. See you soon. Again, sorry.
I had a tendency to ramble on when I got nervous and I couldn’t help but worry I scared Masked.Omens away because he never replied. 
I saw a variety of different costumes as I pushed myself farther into the house. Couples were making out against the couches or the walls while groups  of people were playing a variety of different drinking games. Nerves ate away at my insides when the realization of exactly what I was here to do began to set in. For the last couple of days, I went back and forth with the reasonable part of my mind on if this was a good idea or not. I needed this; craved a night to let go and forget about the horrors I saw every day at work. Forget about the rough upbringing I had. Both of my parents gave up on me when I decided to go to medical school rather than take over the family restaurant. It wasn’t me, it wasn't what I wanted. They weren’t happy that I was twenty six and still not married and they didn’t have any grandchildren. 
Again, something I didn’t think I wanted. 
The pressure from my parents and med school the last eight years were enough to make anyone snap. So even though I was hesitant about tonight, it didn’t surprise me that I was here about to have sex with a stranger. I atleast knew my other sexual partners. 
The only thing I knew about Masked.Omens was the colors of his eyes; dark as the sky in a raging storm. And we had similar kinks. 
I felt burning gazes on my back as I stepped farther into the house, most gazes on my ass, and I did my best to ignore the inflating ego that was beginning to creep in. I always loved when the attention was on me but I was always collected about it. I never let it affect the way I treated myself or others. When I pushed my way into the kitchen, I made a direct line towards the large island that held all of the drinks. My eyes lingered over each of the bottles with my bottom lip caught between my teeth. I wasn’t much of a drinker, opting to have a glass of red wine every now and then, however with the nerves about tonight, I felt like filling my veins with some liquid courage. 
“Can I get you anything?” 
My gaze snapped up to a voice thick with an accent and felt my breath hitch at the sight of a man in front of me. He stood on the other side of the island, long hair pulled back into a low bun to showcase his black eyes. A nose ring glimmered in the low lights from the kitchen and the facial hair that covered his face was perfectly trimmed. 
“Uh,” I licked my dry lips. “What do you recommend? I usually drink wine so I’m not familiar with hard liquor.”
The man gave me a heart stopping smile before turning towards the fridge and pulled two bottles out. 
“Red or white?” He questioned. 
“Red please,” I smiled, watching as he poured the scarlet liquid into a glass he grabbed from one of the cabinets. 
When he handed the glass towards me, I noticed tattoos on his fingers. 
“Thank you,” I brought it to my lips and internally hummed at the delicious taste. 
“Are you meeting someone?” He asked while extending his hands across the edge of the counter, showcasing his muscles underneath the long sleeves of his sweater. 
I nearly choked on my drink. Did this man know who I was here to meet someone? Was he Masked.Omens? 
“Um, no-well, maybe. Yes?”
He let out a deep rumble of a laugh and it was then I noticed he wasn’t dressed in costume but I did say anything about it. 
“I’m Joakim.”
“Joakim?” I cringed at how bad I pronounced it and feared I offended him until his laughter was now a booming echo over the music. 
“You can call me Jolly,” he said with a bright smile. 
“Now if I mess that up then there’s something wrong with me,” I joked before taking a long sip of my wine. “I’m Y/N.” 
We chatted for a few moments before another man came up beside Jolly, smacking him on his shoulder. His hair was as dark as Jolly’s but it was falling around his shoulders. He had tattoos covering his arms and I noticed he also wasn’t dressed in a costume. 
“Did you guys not get the memo of a costume party?” I teased, setting down the empty glass on the counter. 
“Can’t you tell?” The new man spoke. “We’re dressed up as rockstars.” 
I smirked as Jolly filled my glass again. “Now that’s weak.” 
The man joined mine and Jolly’s conversation and I found out his name was Nicholas. They were best friends and lived here with their two other friends. I told them about how I was a nurse in the emergency department at the local hospital. It was an easy going conversation with both of them and with the second glass of wine finished, I felt myself loosen up. 
“Well, Y/N. I hope you have some fun tonight. I need to steal Jolly for a bit so we can deal with a couple that had a little too much to drink and they’ve locked themselves in the bathroom,” Nichols said. 
Giving them a small wave, I watched them leave the kitchen as I found myself alone; again. With a peek at the clock on the stove, I noticed it was nearing ten p.m, almost two hours after my original meet time with Masked.Omens and I was beginning to question if he really was here tonight. 
I could find someone and ask if they’d seen him here. 
A snort erupted from my throat when I realized how stupid that idea was. I didn’t know what this guy looked like beneath the mask and with the amount of guys I can count in this room alone who were donning a mask, the task of finding Masked.Omens was impossible. 
“I’m starting to think I was right,” I muttered to myself before drowning the rest of my wine. 
I was about to turn on my heels, ready to leave the party and forget about ever signing up on the website when I felt a strong hand at my side, gripping me. I went rigid in the unfamiliar grasp and just before my flight or fight kicked in, a distorted voice sounded in my ear. 
“The coyotes cry in the woods behind the house.”
My skin was set ablaze and my pussy clenched, knowing what those words meant. I tried to look over my shoulder at the man but leather fingers pushed my chin forward, forcing me to look out the patio doors towards the dark woods behind the house. It sounded like he used some kind of modulator to distort the way his voice sounded. 
I gulped as my voice came out weak. “How do I know it’s you?” 
Even though he said the code word, I couldn’t be too trusting especially with what we were about to do. 
“Don’t worry, angel. You’re not meeting a ghost. Fuck, you smell so good,” his lips grazed over my ears and my body shivered at not only his touch but the nickname. It was clear he read my messages to him earlier. Without a doubt, the man looming behind me was Masked.Omens. 
“I’ll give you a five minute headstart and when I find you, I’m going to fuck you so hard that your screams of pleasure are going to be drowned out by my cock snapping in and out of your tight cunt.”
Gone was the warmth at my back, a chill blanketing over me with his declaration of what he was going to do to me tonight. 
No. His promise. 
“And if I say no?” I retorted back while glancing over my shoulder towards him, seeing pink and plump lips through the mouth hole of the mask. 
A breathy chuckle tickled the back of my neck when he shifted his position. “This is what you signed up for. If you want an out, just say the safe word and you’re free to walk out the front door.” 
My silence was my answer. Even if I was scared shitless about what was to come, there was no way I was going to turn back now. I had one foot in the door, might as well drag the other inside. 
“Should we maybe go over some rules?” I asked, my voice giving way on how nervous I was. 
The man behind me let out a low rumble in his chest as his fingers dragged through the feathers of my wings. There was a long beat of silence and if he wasn’t ruffling my wings, I would have thought he left. 
“We already have a safe word. What other rules would you want?” His distorted voice made me shudder. 
I shrugged. “We also already know each other's limits, although you don’t have nearly enough as I do. I guess, once you catch me, that means this is done?” 
The man made a noise that sounded ruthless because of whatever he was using to distort his voice. 
“The game ends when either you say the safe word or when you’re screaming your release.”
Fuck. 
How has this man, this stranger, had such an effect on me? I had no idea what he looked like underneath that mask which should scare me. Instead, it was the complete opposite. I wanted his to ravage me in the dirt, fuck me until I could barley walk once we were done.
“Okay,” I breathed. 
“Five minutes until you’re choking on my cock,” soft teeth nipped at my neck before the warmth was gone from my back. 
Whirling around, I nearly choked on my breath when I saw a tall figure leaning against the far wall of the kitchen, next to Jolly and Nicholas. The man wore a mask, the same mask from his profile picture with the white symbols on the front of it. 
Masked.Omens. 
His body was hidden underneath a black jacket, black turtleneck, and black cargo pants. His left ankle was crossed over his right, showcasing the heavy boots he wore. 
I wonder if he’d let me kiss them or maybe step on my throat if I asked him. 
I shook my head at the very detailed intrusive thoughts. Clearly I’d gone so long without sex that my mind thought it was a societal norm to run my tongue along the leather soles of his boots or have them crush my windpipe. 
“You’re so fucked up,” I conversed with myself but then shrugged, realizing a long time ago how fucked up I truly was. 
Movement caught my attention away from his boots and I realized he’d been shaking something in his hand. 
A phone. With a timer. Counting down. 
3 minutes and 23 seconds. 
Shit. 
“Flap those wings, angel,” his distorted voice called over towards me in a sudden lull of music.
A moan caught in my throat as the realization that this was indeed happening. There was no turning back. I was about to have this man chase me through the woods and fuck me. 
You should run. Out the front door away from this man and never look back. 
Instead, I turned on my heels and ran out the back door towards the dense woods behind the house, my heart rate erratic with the upcoming evening I was about to endure. 
There was a chill in the air tonight, unlike the typical Los Angeles weather. The moon was up high in the sky, bathing the grass in a milky glow as my boots ran through it. My heart was jumping in my throat, making it difficult to breathe as my arms pumped up and down. The wings at my back flapped through the wind, almost like I was trying to take flight up into the air. 
Leaves and twigs snapped underneath my boots as I pushed through branches, running deeper into the woods. I didn’t have a timer running down but I knew that those three minutes surely had to be up. Taking a chance, I came to a halt in the middle of the woods to gather my surroundings. It was dark, only lit up from the moon above so it gave me limited light but I saw a large rock about five feet to my left. 
I lurched towards it but halted when I heard a twig snap in the darkness and immediately I fell to my knees as my heart jumped in my throat. My knees were cut up from the sharp jagged rocks I was kneeling on as I tried to move quietly as footsteps came closer. 
“Where are you?” came the distorted voice in a sing-song voice. 
I cursed myself when I couldn’t see his form through the trees and as I neared the large rock to hide behind, I reared my hand back with a hiss falling from my lips when I grabbed a piece of what looked like forgotten broken glass. Blood dripped down to my thigh as I held up my palm to inspect the large cut. It wasn’t deep but the nurse part of me knew that if I didn’t bandage this wound up soon, it would get infected. 
Pressing it to my chest, I crawled the last bit towards the rock, not caring how much noise I made just as long as I was hidden. Masked.Omens footsteps sounded far away and I let myself relax into the rock to catch my breath and I tried so hard to bite back the tears as my hand burned from the cut. 
“Is that blood I smell?” 
The growing distorted voice sounded way too close, making me jump as I clamped my good hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. My arousal outweighed my fear and I knew that my panties were wet from the chase. Primal play was one of my top fantasies and the fact that I was finally living it made my pussy clench. 
It was odd how quiet he sounded as he trekked through the woods, almost like he was weighless. His presence was like a ghost. I couldn’t see him in the darkness but I could feel his cold stare at the back of my neck. In the darkness, a hauntingly beautiful humming broke through the trees in the skyline. It was an eerie lullaby that pulled me under the waves, swallowing every part of me.
Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum dun da dun.
“You come and go in waves,” Masked.Omens distorted voice sang out, suddenly very, very close by. 
Tilting my head back, I glanced up at the sky and muffled my scream into my hand when I saw a pair of dark eyes staring down at me as he leaned over the top of the rock. 
“Found you,” his teeth sparkled in the low light of the moon and I scrambled to my feet in a scream, running away from him again. 
As I ran, low branches whacked me in my face as I did my best to dodge them but I could feel the wind brush against the small cuts on my cheeks. I expected to hear the wildlife scurrying away from me as I ran through their home but besides my heavy breathing and the crunching of the leaves beneath my feet, everything was silent. 
“Shit!” I shrieked when my ankle got caught at a vine hidden beneath some brush, nearly causing me to stumble over my feet. 
Thankfully I was always quick on my feet and I was able to pick up speed again, not falling flat on my face. Masked.Omens had been too quiet, I didn’t even feel his presence behind me anymore. The clearing of the woods was about six feet ahead of me and I could vaguely make out the lines of cars that were parked along the long driveway. 
If I continue to run in this direction, I would undoubtedly be seen by the people either leaving the party or arriving late. I needed to think of a new plan. Maybe I could quickly turn and run the other way without being-.
My body collided with a tree. No, not a tree but a wall of hard muscle and heat. Arms wrapped around me to keep me from falling and I looked up, being met with dark eyes beneath the mask. 
“Caught you, angel,” Masked.Omens gave me a wicked smile before kicking out my feet, knocking me on my ass. 
Before I could yell in protest for how hard I fell to the ground, he was on top of me in a flash, flicking something out of his pocket and it made me stiff. The glow of the moon glinted on the blade of a knife; a very sharp pocket knife. 
“Oh god,” I almost sobbed while scooting away from him, only for him to drag me back by my ankle.
I’m going to die. He uses the website as a way to find easy victims and here I was, about to die because I was desperate for a dick. 
“Shh,” he hushed me and shook the knife in front of my face. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have the first time I found you.” 
I pursed my lips, realizing he was right, but I still couldn't stop the way my heart lurched into my throat. Masked.Omens brushed his nose along my jawline, breathing me in. 
“I can smell you better when no one is around,” he groaned, pressing his hips into mine, keeping me locked in place on the dirty ground beneath me.
The hard line of his cock pushed against the inside of my thigh and my eyes widened when I felt how big he was. There was no way he’d fit inside of me, it would have to be a stretch. 
A hiss fell from my lips when the tip of the blade dragged down the swell of my breasts before it skimmed over the front of my corset. Masked.Omens eyes bled into the darkness of his mask as he titled his head down at me, his body heavy against mine as he continued to pin me down to the ground. 
I reached out towards his mask, a sudden desperation filling me wanting to see what he looked like beneath it. His large gloved hand shot out and pinned both of my hands above my head and the corner of his lip tilted up in a sly smirk. 
“You’re a desperate little whore, aren’t you?” His dark and distorted voice taunted me. 
“I just want to see your face,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 
Masked.Omens simply shook his head before ripping the sharp blade through my corset, it falling to the ground in a forgotten heap of material. My lips parted to protest but the blade was held to my neck, quickly silencing me. 
“Your tits are perfect,” he groaned while playing with my left tit with the hand that wasn't holding my hands above my head. 
My bottom lip was caught between my teeth as I arched my back off the ground, rocks digging into the calmly skin. Even with the cool air tonight, from the chase it made me break out in a sweat. I wasn’t the fittest and it showed with how I was trying to still catch my breath. With my work schedule, it kept me on my feet and active so the last thing I wanted to do most days when I got off was spend it in the gym.
At the thought of work, I wiggled my hands in his grasp when I remembered the wound on the inside of my palm. Something Masked.Omens noticed with the way my face cringed so he gently brought the injured palm up to his face, inspecting it. 
“What happened?”
I swallowed, feeling the shift in the air from sexual to concern. “Uh-while I was crawling away, I grabbed a piece of broken glass.” 
A slew of curses fell from his lips before he took the hem of his long shirt and ripped a long strip of it. With careful hands, he wrapped around the piece of shirt around the wound a few times before tying it off. My eyes watched with an unfamiliar feeling surging through my heart. It was supposed to be a quick hook up; one fuck and be done. But from the moment I felt his breath against my neck in the kitchen, it was as if the stars aligned and my soul began to vibrate. 
“I don’t think you need stitches but you’ll definitely need to wash it out to clean out any infection.” 
It was odd, hearing the concern in the distorted voice of his. 
I nodded. “I’m a nurse. I’ve got everything I need at home to clean it.” 
“Good,” gone was the concern in his voice and eyes, replaced with lust. “On your knees, angel.” 
Masked.Omens rose to his feet now towering over me and not wanting to disappoint, I rose to my knees then gaze up at him through my lashes. The wings on my back were skewed so he reached out and straightened them. 
“These stay on,” he motioned towards the dark wings. 
I couldn’t speak, the sight of him dressed in all black, seemingly blending into the darkness surrounding us stole all the words from me. There was a bright light from the back patio that broke through the trees, bathing us in a faint glimmer.
“Words. You need to use your words,” his leather clad fingers tapped my cheek. 
“Okay,” I cleared my throat, doing my best to keep my voice loud and strong. 
“Okay what?” His voice was even darker even with the distortion to it. 
My brows furrowed together as the confusion etched deep into my skin but when his hand gripped around my throat giving it a squeeze, I realized what he’d been looking for. 
“Okay sir,” I choked out as the air began leaving my lungs due to his tight grip. 
“Good girl,” he praised before dropping his hold on me to rip out the belt from his pants. 
He moved so quietly that if it wasn’t for the light on us I would have thought he left me here in the woods alone, topeless. My hands wrenched behind my back just underneath the edge of the wings, and I felt the tight bind of leather around my wrists. 
I let out a low hiss when his fingers gripped my scalp, yanking my head back and I noticed he held his phone in front of us, with the camera open. 
“Smile pretty for me, angel,” he ordered while resting his cheek against my own before taking two pictures and slipped his phone back into his pocket. 
Masked.Omens dragged his fingers over my shoulder down to my breasts as he walked back around in front of me. 
“I don’t know if I want to fuck these perfect tits or shove my cock down your throat.” 
For a brief moment, I could have sworn the distortion in his voice was gone and it was his normal voice that spoke into the night. 
All of a sudden, his grip was in my hair, yanking my head back so I could peer up at him. He radiated fear, dominance, and pure darkness. The kind that loomed in the corner of your bedroom while you slept, waiting to drag you down to the depths with him. I should be scared of him and the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me but it was the opposite. I wanted to dive right into the darkness with him head first. 
A thumb brushed along my lip, smearing the lipstick all over my chin. “Open up for me, angel.” 
Not wanting to disappoint, I parted my lips for him as he worked open the button and zipper of his pants with the other hand, yanking out his erect cock from the waistband of his briefs. I couldn’t help but gawk at how thick it was. Red and angry from how long he had to wait for this. 
My tongue darted out to wet my lips but tasted leather instead. I realized his thumb was still brushing over my mouth. Wetness pooled in my panties as I wrapped my lips around his thumb, sucking it deep into my mouth. The leather of his glove left a weird aftertaste on my tongue but I didn’t let it stop me from gazing up at him as I continued to swirl around his thumb, mimicking what I wanted to do to his cock. 
The noise that rumbled from his chest was not of this earth as he pulled his thumb from my mouth with a loud pop and grasped his cock, giving himself a few pumps. 
“Since your mouth and hands are a bit preoccupied, if you need me to stop blink twice, alright?” 
It was weird how Masked.Omens was able to quickly shift from his dark side to this comforting side. We didn’t know each other but he still managed to care about me.
Get over yourself, Y/N. This is supposed to be a quick fuck. That’s it.
The head of his cock brushing against my lips snapped me from my thoughts and with an eagerness filling me, I let him sink his cock deep down my throat. Both of us let out a shared groan. 
“Your mouth is so fucking warm.” His voice with the modulator made my skin prickle as I did my best to take more of him. “Relax angel, open that throat for me.”
I was pretty skilled with oral so I was able to take a cock far down however his cock was by far the longest and thickest I’d ever taken so it was a bit of a struggle. I guided my tongue along his fast, pressing ever so lightly. Masked.Omens titled his head back in pleasure while his hands ran through the long strands of my hair, burying them deep. My scalp burned but in such a good way that my moan vibrated against him. 
“Shit,” he hissed when my teeth scraped along the head of his cock. 
Before I could give a look of an apology, afraid I hurt him, he forced my head farther onto his dick. 
“Do it again,” the distorted voice demanded. 
I did. I dug my teeth along the soft skin of his cock, up and down as he guided my head. Drool slipped from the corners of my mouth and tears burned in my eyes, undoubtedly making my mascara run down my face. I was sure my red lipstick stained him, especially when he shoved himself so far down his cock, I pressed my lips against the dark hairs that lined his pelvis. 
“I love the way your makeup runs down your face,” he cocked his head to the side, drinking me in. 
My eyes sparkled at his words so I thanked him by taking him even farther down my throat, choking on it. 
“An-angel,” he grunted, nearly stumbling over his words before he ripped me off of him with an echoing pop. 
I gulped in a deep breath just as he tossed me onto the ground on my stomach, sticks digging into my stomach and breasts. The sound of his pocket knife clicking open and then I felt my skirt falling away from me. 
“Did you just cut my skirt?” I asked, growing irritated that he kept cutting my clothes. 
Masked.Omens didn't say anything as he cut off the straps of the angel wings before setting it nicely beside us. His warm breath fanned over my spine as he traced it from the top to bottom with kisses. My hands were still bound with his belt and when I tried to ease away the stiffness, I brushed along his still wet cock from my saliva. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was still dressed in his entire get up. 
Was he planning on being dressed the entire time? 
“Orange is your color,” he said while fingering the waistband of my thong. 
Right before he cut it away from me, leaving me completely naked in the dirty leaves, only wearing my fishnets and combat boots. In order to reach my pussy, he cut open a large hole into my fishnet stockings. 
“I fucking hate you,” I growled. 
He brushed the head of his cock against my very wet folds. “Are you sure about that?” 
I shook my head feverishly when he began to press inside slowly. It was previously mentioned on the website that both of us were STD free and I had a birth control implant. So it was up to us whether we wanted to use a condom or not. 
My spine stiffened when I felt cool metal replace his cock and when it pushed inside of me, I let out a strangled cry. 
“I want your tight cunt to fuck my knife. Understood?” His teeth grazed over the shell of my ear. 
“Yes sir,” I rasped. 
Again, I should be scared. Terrified even. But the idea of fucking something other than a dildo or a dick excited me. 
My walls clenched around the handle of the knife as he forced it in and out of me, slow at first so he could figure out a pace that worked best but then without warning, his pace picked up until he was roughly fucking me with the handle. I spat out dirt and leaves while letting out a cry of euphoria. The handle was smaller than a dick but with the force of it slamming in and out of me, it was just enough to light the fire low in my gut and made the base of my spine buzz with the familiar feeling. My orgasm was building like a tidal wave, ready to crash into the shore and taking whoever in its path. 
“I’m so close,” I panted as my body writhed underneath the weight of Masked.Omens as he leaned over me, still fucking me with the knife handle. 
“You’re so fucking wet, angel,” he groaned when he leaned back and gazed down at the knife settling in between my legs. 
“Don’t stop. Please,” I begged, whining when he pulled the knife out completely. 
I was then faced with its slick handle in front of me and I nearly gasped when I saw my arousal dripping from it onto the ground. 
“Lick it clean,” his gruff voice ordered me, still distorted by whatever modulator he was using. 
Why didn’t he want me to hear his actual voice? Was it part of his whole get up? 
“What if I cut myself?” I gave way to my worry if I licked it too far and sliced my tongue on the sharp blade. 
Masked.Omens brushed away the strands of hair full of dirt and leaves away from my face before I felt his warm breath against my cheek. 
“I’ll make sure you won’t,” the sincerity in his voice made something flutter low in my gut. 
My eyes flicked over to him as he leaned over my shoulder and gone was the darkness that lay inside of them. A light broke through and it was at that moment I noticed they were a mahogany color. All I could see was his eyes and lips where ginger hair peppered around them. That’s all I needed to know that he was breathtakingly gorgeous. 
Ever so slowly, he pressed the handle of the knife between my lips and I tasted the bittersweet taste of my arousal, humming in pleasure. 
“I bet you taste so fucking good,” Masked.Omens sighed, almost disappointed that he wasn’t able to taste me himself. 
I never said he couldn’t. 
Almost like he read my thoughts, he yanked the knife from my mouth and let it drop. His hands held my hips with a bruising force, halting me up slightly so my pussy was directly in line with those luscious lips. Since my hands were still bound behind my back, my body folded awkwardly but I dared not to complain, afraid that he would change his mind. 
“So pretty and wet, all for me,” he mused with a flick of his tongue over my clit. 
“Oh god,” I moaned, pressing my pussy closer to his mouth. 
I needed more of him. Desperately. 
A swift smack to my ass echoed in the woods causing me to cry out. “No god here, angel. Just you and me.”
All at once, his mouth devoured my pussy, tongue fucking me for a few beats before his teeth grazed over the overly sensitive bud of my clit. I was still throbbing from my almost earlier orgrasm so all it took was his face between my legs for a few seconds before my release rushed out of me with a howl of euphoria. I cried out while writing against his face, making his grip on my hips tighten as he licked and sucked me through my orgasm. 
“I fucking love the way you taste,” a gentle kiss to my over stimulated clit. 
I was breathless, ready to fall into a heap in the ground, but Masked.Omens had other plans. 
“I know we’re both clean and I know you’re on the implant,” a tender kiss to my back made me shiver. “I want to feel all of you. Are you alright with that?” 
All I could do was nod which didn’t seem to please him because he landed another smack to my ass. 
“Try that again,” he snarled. 
Oh, right. 
“Yes sir,” I squeaked out. 
“Good fucking girl,” he crooned before sinking himself deep inside of me. 
It was an adjustment to have him fit in between my walls. His cock was much larger than previous ones I’d taken and he had to pull himself out before sinking in slowly a few times until I was fully open for him. 
“You take my cock so well, angel. Like you were made for me,” he said while snapping his hips against my ass. 
The only noises that lingered in the air of the woods was our shared panting, skin on skin, and me writing in the crunchy leaves. Every time Masked.Omens would piston his cock into me, my body would shift up half an inch. He let out a low growl and wrapped an arm around my midsection. He hoisted us up so he was kneeling and I was speared open on his cock. The new angle made stars dance in the edge of my vision and I rested my head against his shoulder. I felt the rough material of his clothes scratch against the bareness of my back as he lifted me up and down on him. 
“I love the way you fuck,” Masked.Omens sank he teeth into my neck and I cried out. 
Suddenly, a cold bite of metal was pressed against the spot he bit down and I froze in his grasp.
“I need you to be quiet. I can’t have people hearing how pretty you sound,” he grunted when his cock swelled inside of me. 
He was close. 
With the knife pressed into my throat, I rolled my hips against him, trying to bring him closer to the edge because I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. The second he slipped himself inside of me, my second orgasm was building. I was so far gone in the aura of him, desperate for that release, I hadn’t realized the tip of the blade pressed a bit too hard into my skin, drawing the smallest of blood. 
Masked.Omens changed our position again, once more being face down on the ground as his entire body laid against my mine, his pace almost ruthless and erratic. A curse fell from his lips and then something soft brushed against my back. 
“I’m going to fill up that pretty little cunt, angel.” 
I was so far gone in my bliss, about to jump over the edge of desire, that I almost missed he’d taken off his mask and it was his true voice that was spoken into the skin of my shoulder. I lifted my head to try and get a peek at him but Masked.Omens let out a noise of disappointment and shoved my face into the ground, causing me to take in a mouth of dirt. 
But I didn’t care because my second orgasm of the night ripped me in half when the head of his cock hit that spot which made my vision blur. He pumped himself a few more times until his cock twitched just as he let out a low whine, coating the inside of my walls. 
“Best. Birthday. Ever,” his voice was muffled by my hair as he buried his face into it. 
We lay there for a long moment of silence, both of us trying to catch our breath, and when he pulled himself out of me I cringed at how empty I felt. His cum ran down the inside of my thighs and I rolled onto my back before sitting up. As I did, I realized he had slipped the mask back on and just finished tucking his cock back into his briefs. 
Silence fell between us as he glanced down at me once he rose to his feet. His eyes took in the discarded costume to my side and my naked form. Shaking out of his jacket, he handed it to me with a sheepish apology; back to the distortion in his voice. Whatever was causing the change in his voice was something he had in the mask. 
“Thank you,” I smiled while wrapping myself in the large jacket. It smelled like the woods, his cologne, and a hint of sex. 
He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his pants, the hint of orange peeking out. “I’m sorry about your clothes.” 
I shook him off while slowly rising to my feet, unsteady so he reached his hands out to help me. 
“It’s alright. It was a cheap costume so I’m not too connected to them,” I added a chuckle to assure him that it was fine. 
He blinked. “You’re make up is really fucked up.” 
Now I let out a thunderous laughter while buttoning up the jacket. I drowned in it, resting above my knees so I was thankful it hid everything. 
“If I’m being honest, I only came here for our fuck meet up. So tell whoever's birthday it is that I give them the biggest wishes and sorry I couldn’t stay.” 
“I’m sure he knows.” Masked.Omens nodded. 
Clearing my throat, I pointed behind him towards where the cars were parked. “I should-uh-go.” 
His gaze burned into me as he refused to step away, letting me walk past him. My skin was set ablaze again and the wetness between my legs was evident again. Only this time it was more because of both mine and his cum. 
“Shit,” he cursed, motioning to my neck. “I nicked you with the knife.” 
My fingers immediately shot up to my neck and when I pulled them away, I saw the barest dot of blood. 
“Oh, that’s nothing. I’m sure I’m not going to bleed out.” 
I tried to joke but he snatched out for my wrist, bringing my fingers to his mouth so he could suck off the blood. I watched in horror and slight arousal as his tongue lapped up the crimson. 
Add blood play to the kink list. 
“Stay safe, angel,” he gave a curt nod after he dropped my hand from his mouth and moved to the side. 
Blinking rapidly, I did my best to smile as I walked away from him with nothing but the remembrance of how he felt inside of me and the fire he brought into my life. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, he single handedly ruined sex for me with any other man. 
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NOAH
I sat low in the chair in the corner of my bedroom with my glass filled with a dark amber liquid. I rarely drank anymore but after what I’d seen earlier, I needed something to ease away the anger. How could she do that to me? To us? Was I not enough for her? 
Cleary not since I found her in bed with another. 
My head snapped over towards my desk and the array of monitors that lined the wall, all showing different angles of her apartment. She wasn’t home, starting her twenty four hour shift at the hospital three hours ago. Which meant she would be out of her apartment for at least twenty hours, giving me plenty of time to plant the microphones. The cameras I had couldn’t pick up sound and after what I saw earlier, I needed to be able to hear everything. 
I dragged my eyes over towards the wall behind my headboard where the familiar sight of black angel wings were hung up. Memories of that night replayed on my mind in a loop, the way her pussy felt squeezing my cock, the way her eyes stared up at me filled with tears as I fucked her throat ruthlessley, and the sounds she made only for me. 
My pretty angel. 
Ever since that night two weeks ago, all I could think of was her. It was only supposed to be a night thing yet here I was, staring up at the fake angel wings of her costume and fingering the lacey orange thong I stole from her. None of my roommates knew I had them, so I washed it in my bathroom sink afraid they would find it in the laundry room and question it. 
I didn’t need them prying into my life, not now, because this was all new to me. In no means was I a good person. I’ve lied, cheated,  hurt and killed people that got in the way of rising to the top of my career. I grew OMENS from the ground up, becoming one of the most feared mob gangs in Los Angeles. To everyone on the outside, we were a financial company that helped rich people sort their money into offshore funds which were actually funneling a small percentage into a secret OMENS account. 
Illegal? Highly. Did we ever get caught? No and frankley, we never would. We knew what we were doing and it had been six years of this lifestyle. 
Finishing off my drink, I rose from my chair with a groan and set the empty glass onto my desk and watched the monitors with a careful eye. The perfectionist and neat freak in me scowled at the mess she left behind in her haste to leave for work tonight. Clothes scattered all over her bed and floor, unsure if they were clean or dirty. Plates over flowing in her sink and the feed of the cameras were so crisp, I could see the crumbs on her couch from when she stuffed her face with cookies earlier. 
“She really needed to eat healthier and be a bit tidier,” I grumbled under my breath.  
It was taking everything in me not to clean up after her when I sneak in later because it was too soon for her to realize I was there. The last two weeks were filled with me watching her on the cameras, following her as she ran her errands on her off Sunday’s, and tracking her movements on her phone’s GPS when I can’t be around. All because of one night of sex. 
Joakim and Nicholas dared me to sign up for that dreaded sex website months ago and I never once got a match. I had forgotten about having a profile until I received a notification that I finally got a match. While her profile was sparse on information, I knew that with our shared kinks and turns on, we were perfect for each other. I also knew the second I stepped foot into my kitchen, watching her talk with Joakim that she would hold my heart for the rest of my life. Her eyes shined as she talked with my best friends and her laughter pieced my heart. Fuck, that smile dragged me into her genuine beauty. 
The second my cock slipped inside of her, I wasn’t going to let her go. 
After she left that night, I scurried back into the house and up to my bedroom, ignoring everyone who was there to celebrate me and locked myself in my room. Within the hour, I had figured out who she was, where she lived, and where she worked. 
Y/N. 
Her name sounded so delightful when I moaned it as I spilled myself into her orange thong; hence why I washed it in my bathroom sink instead of the laundry room with my other dirty clothes. 
I snuck into her house two days after our night together to place the hidden cameras. I was so obsessed with her and the urge to see what she was doing every moment of her day was strong. I needed her to be mine, whether she wanted it or not. It might be hard for her to adjust in the beginning but eventually, Y/N will realize this is what she wants. 
Thanks to the cameras, I was able to see that the morning after she had her hand wrapped up and according to her medical records that I hacked into, Y/N had someone at the hospital she worked to stitch her up.
I've also watched her a few times shove that blue dildo so far up that tight cunt, she screamed out in pleasure. The only thing she was wearing was the jacket I gave her that night.
Also thanks to the cameras, I saw her in bed with another man, making my blood boil. How could she lay with another, after everything we went through that night together? Did she not feel the connection we shared? 
No one would ever come between Y/N and I. 
So while she was at work, I found out everything I needed about the guy, Andy. Tattooed, muscular, and a pain in my ass. I’d get rid of him before I head over to her apartment later. I couldn’t risk any more distractions for Y/N. I needed to be the one she thought about. My cock would be the only one that would slip between her folds. My mouth would be the only one that got to taste her arousal. 
There was a soft knock on my door causing me to click out of the feed from Y/N’s apartment and now, a bunch of emails from work and numbers from the stock market were displayed on my screens. 
“Come in,” I gruffed out while sitting on the edge of my desk and crossing my arms over my chest. 
Joakim walked into my room dressed in a black dress shirt and pants, his long hair pulled back into a low bun. I raised a brow at his attire but then suddenly remembered why he was so dressed up. 
“Fuck, we have that meeting with the Robertsons,” I groaned while pinching my eyes shut. 
“They’re meeting us at the office at six,” Joakim said. 
Grumbling under my breath, I knew that this meeting would take longer than necessary because it was the Roberstons. They wanted to know every single detail about where we were sending their money and what offshore accounts would be holding it.
“I have somewhere to be at seven,” I said while walking into my closet to swap out my white shirt that had wrinkled from the long day and slipped on a black turtleneck. My black pants were still fine, no need to change those. 
Joakim’s brows furrowed while he motioned towards the angel wings above my bed. “Does it have anything to do with that?” 
My upper lip curled up in a slight snarl. When my roommates saw the new decor the next morning, they grilled me on why out of everything I could hang above my bed I decided on a pair of black costume angel wings. I played it off pretty well since they knew I was into the darker side of decor. My black walls, the dark mahogany king size bed frame that had four bed posts with hidden hooks, for extracurricular activities. The matching color desk in front of the large floor to ceiling windows. I had a gray lounge couch in front of the black brick fireplace, which was currently roaring to life with heat. On the wall across the foot of my bed was a large mirror, again something I used for my extracurricular activities. The only ounce of bright colors I had in my bedroom was the burgundy bedspread. 
I let my eyes linger for a moment on the mask perched on my desk next to the monitors, the same mask I wore that night. Along with the wings, I had the mask displayed as a trophy. A way to remind me of everything that happened that night. The modulator that distorted my voice was still stitched in, something small enough that it wouldn’t bother me. 
Next to the black mask was a similar one, only in yellow with black symbols; the symbols of our company OMNS. 
Death. 
Peace. 
Mind. 
When I needed to talk to Y/N in my stalking, I would wear the black one. Yet, it never came to that. I never got close enough to talk to her so I opted in wearing the yellow mask for moments of me sneaking into her bedroom to plant the cameras. Whenever I would follow her in the streets, I couldn’t be seen like a mad man by wearing a mask in broad daylight with others around, so I wore my hood far over my dark eyes and made sure I put enough space between me and Y/N. 
“Noah?” 
My attention snapped over towards Joakim, who was waiting for my answer. 
“Is Nicholas and Folio coming with us?” I questioned while slipping into my back peacoat. 
Joakim nodded. “Nicholas is in the car already. Folio is trying to get his guest to leave.” 
I snorted, remembering his guest showing up in the middle of the night last night. All of us lived together and it wasn’t anything new if one of us brought home a guest. They never stayed more than a few hours. None of us wanted a relationship, all busy with our careers to even give the thought of marriage and family the light of day. 
Well, that was until Y/N came along. One literal taste of her and I knew she was mine. I hadn’t slept with anyone since that night, although I cannot say the same about her; which is why she needed to be punished. 
For weeks, I left little calling cards throughout her apartment; black petunia petals. At first, it scared her but the more I left, I could see that fear be replaced with curiosity. What started with her throwing them away in a haste turned into her compiling them into a crystal vase in the middle of her coffee table. 
As I grabbed my phone, I clicked on the screen to check the time and my cock swelled when I drank in the sight of my background; Y/N and I in the woods when her hands were bound behind her back and the blissed out look in her eyes as I stood behind her. I may have got the idea to take a picture like that from a Tik Tok but I wasn’t going to tell anyone that or I wasn’t going to let anyone see my picture either. 
With a sigh, I pocketed my phone and nodded to Joakim. “Let’s get going.”
Thirty hours later, I stood blanketed in darkness, the only light emanating from the salt lamp which rested on the end table. It bathed her face in a faint orange glow and my cock twitched beneath my pants. What was supposed to be a quick meeting with the Roberstons ended up being a six hour ordeal because they got a little too squirmy when we were explaining how we ran things in our business. As soon as they left, we had to retrace our steps with how everything went down in the meeting and had to cover our tracks with the offshore accounts in case they decided to do their own digging. The topic of if they were undercover FEDS posing as a married couple had been brought up by Folio which made us all worried. 
Taking some extra precaution, we all flew to our Texas office to make sure everything was running smoothly there. One of our good friends, Matt, ran things over there and we could always trust him to keep things hidden that needed to be. 
Even though I was busy dealing with all of that, it didn’t stop me from checking in on Y/N when I could. I had yet to find time to hack into the cameras of the hospital she worked at but according to the tracker in her phone, I saw that she was still at work. Until five hours ago when I was notified she had stepped into her living room. It was on the flight back home from Texas when I pulled out my phone to watch the camera feed and watched as she stepped into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her. That was the one room in her apartment where I didn't have a camera set up. I was fucked up but not that fucked up. She needed some privacy after all. There were two hours where I wasn’t able to watch her feed and it was killing me. 
As soon as we arrived back at the manor, I packed a bag and rushed over to Y/N’s apartment, where I was currently hiding in the darkness of her bedroom, watching her sleep. I’d been here only for a few minutes and my cock was already thick in my pants as I studied the way her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took. 
For weeks my thoughts had been plagued by Y/N and the soft moans that fell from her lips. I was desperate for her, I needed to feel her wrapped around my cock, milking it. 
As my dark eyes dragged down her exposed back when she rolled over, the sheet falling away from her, it was then that I noticed she was naked underneath her red sheets and rage filled me. This was a first for her, sleeping naked. I would know because I'd been watching her sleep for the last few weeks and she always wore an oversized shirt and cotton underwear. 
A soft click sounded over her snores and my eyes snapped over to the ensuite bathroom and now the rage was all-consuming as I watched some random man walk out wearing absolutely nothing as he slipped back into bed; her bed. 
My girl's bed. 
It wasn’t just any random man that slipped into bed with her. It was that tattooed asshole I saw before. 
Andy.
Scowling, I grasped the handle of the blade that was hiding in my pocket and ever so quietly, tip-toed towards Andy's side of the bed, ready to rid yet another obstacle in our path. 
You will be mine, angel. Whether you want it or not.
As I passed the mirror, I realized I was wearing my yellow mask and cursed to myself. I couldn’t risk speaking in my normal voice so I had to make sure to keep my mouth shut. 
Well, did it matter? This Andy fellow wouldn’t survive to point me out in a line up if I were to get caught. I snorted at that thought; I never got caught. 
Twirling the knife between my fingers, I cocked my head to the side and stared down at the man that was so close to falling into a deep slumber. That was until he felt my presence looming over him like a demon ready to possess him. Andy’s eyes snapped open, fear inking into black and before he could make a noise, I covered his mouth and nose with the soaked cloth with chloroform. 
From watching Y/N, I knew that she was a heavy sleeper especially after working her twenty four hour shifts. She could sleep through a tornado siren or even an earthquake that shook her apartment. 
Andy writhed in the sheets, kicking his feet and scratching at the black material of my jacket; all feeble attempts. Soon the light filtered from his eyes and that slumber he was desperate for earlier finally dragged him under. 
Y/N didn’t even move a muscle in the struggle of the man next to her. 
With Andy temporarily disposed of, I dragged him out of bed and let his body fall to the floor in a heap. I cringed with how loud the noise and stood breathless as I watched Y/N making sure she wouldn’t wake. She let out an obnoxious snore and rolled onto her back, exposing those perfect breasts to me. 
I let out a hushed groan when my cock pressed against the zipper of my pants and I palmed it, trying to ease away some of the pain of not being able to sink into her. I wanted to feel her clench around me again but there was an issue that needed to be dealt with. 
She looked so pretty, though. Her mouth parted slightly as she snored, hair a mess over her face, those perky and round tits that made my mouth water. I wanted to plunge my teeth deep into her nipples, marking her as mine. 
Maybe another day. 
Light as a feather, I leaned over the bed toward her awaiting lips and pressed mine over them. There was a hint of a fruity aftertaste from the Celsius drink she had at work and her lips were so soft. I couldn’t pull myself away from her as I deepened the kiss, guiding my tongue over hers. Even in her deep slumber, I swallowed the quiet moan she let out. Her tongue just began to mold against mine when I pulled away. I couldn’t risk her waking up; not now. 
Soon, angel. 
With a deep sigh, I pushed myself away from her to adjust my dick in my pants before glancing down at the heap of a body at my feet. There were two ways I could go about disposing of him; quick and clean or dirty and dark. 
With a sinister smile, I lifted up the body over my shoulder with a hushed groan. Andy may have seemed small but he was heavy like a boulder as I adjusted the sudden weight. My breath almost echoed in my mask as I gave one more longing glance towards Y/N as she lay oblivious to the masked man in her bedroom hauling away her precious little Andy. 
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READER
The sound of my nails tapping on my phone screen echoed in the small break room as I sat laxed in one of the chairs. I was on hour twenty out of twenty four of my shift and after the hell that rained down tonight, I was ready to pull my hair out. A kid with a broken leg, an abused husband that swore on his life his wife wasn't the one abusing him but the signs were clear. But with no confirmation from him, we were at a standstill what to do legally. The worst of it tonight was a six car pile up that took up the majority of the night. It was constant trauma after trauma that each bay was filled. We had people waiting for rooms in the hallways. I was almost tempted to treat a patient at the receptionist desk so he didn’t bleed out all over the floor but thankfully the man with a rash was in and out of the room before I lost my medical license. 
Even with all the chaos from tonight, I was extremely grateful that we hadn’t lost anyone. A few close calls but we were able to save everyone. I still needed a moment to myself to let out a few tears, something I often did at work to steady  myself. I was one of the best E.R nurses in this hospital, some things still shook me to my core; more specifically the man with the large piece of glass sticking out of his chest. 
As soon as I stepped into the break room, I fished out my phone from my locker and sent a text to Andy. I hadn’t heard from him in a few days, after he left my apartment with a deep kiss on my lips while I slept. We’ve hooked up a few times in the past and the sex was good, great even. Although, it paled in comparison to the sex I had with Masked.Omens. No one has ever been able to light my body on fire with a simple touch or even a quick look from his dark eyes. My soul craved him in ways I never understood, it was as if we connected on a spiritual level that night. No matter how hard I tried to move on with other sexual partners, I often found myself comparing them to Masked.Omens. 
Blowing out a breath, I sent a text to Andy. 
Me: Hey, are you free tomorrow night? It’s been a hell of a week and I need to blow off some steam. 
Like the other texts I sent him, this one went ignored. He always had his read receipts on but the last four texts from the last couple of days were still at the delivered status. 
Checking my watch, I realized I had about five minutes left in my break so with a shrug of fuck it, I pulled up the same sex webiste I signed up for the night with Masked.Omens. Since I was already signed up, all I had to do was recheck my kink options to make sure if anything changed; it hadn’t. So once everything looked good, I clicked on the green match button and silently prayed to whatever God was out there that I would be matched with Masked.Omens again. 
“Damn,” I muttered as my heart dropped when I noticed that I wasn’t matched with him but with someone else. 
Glorious.Muscles. 
I let out a shuddering groan at not only the name but his profile picture. It was a typical blonde hair, blue eyed, man that radiated ‘small dick’ energy and I knew that this night of sex would be a two pumps and done kind of night. 
For a brief moment, I thought about maybe sending a message to Masked.Omens to see if he wanted to hook up instead. At least I knew he would be able to get me off, something I had a feeling Glorious.Muscles couldn’t achieve. 
Do you want to come across as an obsessive stalker? Masked.Omens will probably think you’re crazy for randomly messaging him for sex. 
Rolling my eyes at my thought, I tossed my phone back into my locker with a bit more force than necessary and dragged my feet back to work. 
Three hours later, I was forcing myself through the door of my apartment after a brutal shift, ready to take a shower and fall into my bed full of blankets. I had the next forty eight hours off which I planned on spending it in bed with junk food and trashy television. Yet, I came to a sudden halt in the middle of my kitchen when I took in a horrifying sight in front of me. 
Black petunia petals were scattered all over the floor and candles lining my kitchen counter were lit. It seemed like they were burning for quite some time because the wax was dripping down onto the marble counter. 
That was going to be a bitch to clean. 
I dropped my bags as fear iced my bones yet sweat gathered at the back of my neck when I noticed a piece of paper taped to the screen of my computer on my desk in the far corner of my apartment.
“What the fuck?” I muttered while slowly walking towards the note, not bothering to step over the petunia petals. 
My favorite flower. 
My fingers shook as I crinkled the paper between them after I ripped it off of the screen. 
My sweet cloud, 
I hope you didn’t forget who you belonged to. No man will ever come between us, not again. I wanted to leave you something to remember me by since it seems like you forget. 
I’ll be seeing you soon. 
O.
Letting out a shuddering breath, I dropped the note to the ground, not caring to watch it flutter into the petals, when I saw something else on the desk; something very familiar. 
Andy’s chain and lock necklace, covered in dry blood. 
Next to that was a print out of the sex website with the match of me and Glorious.Muscles. 
For weeks, I had the feeling someone was following me in the darkness only to see now one there. Not to mention, the black petunias weren’t anything new. This was something I’d grown used to, even started collecting them in the vase on my coffee table. It should scare me that someone was obviously stalking me and leaving me things yet I found it intriguing. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the possibilities on who it could be. 
I thought it was Andy at first, giving into the roleplay ideas I’d brought up one night but with his bloody necklace clenched in my hands, I knew I was so fucking wrong. 
Yanking out my phone from my coat pocket, I quickly dialed Andy’s number and prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that he would answer. My spine stiffened, pure ice filling my veins, when I heard ringing in my apartment; loud and grating on my ears. 
“No,” I sobbed when the ringing stopped in my apartment, only for Andy’s voicemail to pick up. 
“Oh, what’s the matter, angel? Did someone clip your wings?” A familiar distorted voice breathed against the shell of my ear. 
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idwt-money · 1 month ago
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I just read Cabin Fever and omg 🥵🥵 it was sooo good!!
Will there be a part 2 or anything like that? I'd like to read more about them trying to keep their secret from everyone else. And it was unprotected, would there be a bigger secret? 👀
i wasnt thinking of making a part 2 but if thats something youre inter in i can make it happen!! stay tuned! ❤️
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idwt-money · 2 months ago
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Cabin Fever
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MDNI 18+
1.8k words Noah Sebastian x fem!reader
CW: age gap, unprotected sex
(In my head, Noah is in his late 40s for this fic!)
It was cold and snowy outside. It was mid-winter and your dad, Joakim, thought it'd be a good idea to go out to his cabin in Washington. None of you expected it to snow this much, but nonetheless, it did.
You tried telling him over and over that it wasn't a good idea, but the stubborn man he was, you and the band packed your bags and made the trip.
You all lived in LA, so the trip wasn't horrible, but it was undoubtedly cramped. you were squished between Noah and Nicholas.
Nicholas was considerably tall compared to you, but Noah was a giant. A giant with spider-like legs.
“Noah move your legs!”
“I'm really trying! There's not much space here!!” Noah whined as Nicholas laughed at your bickering.
Without saying, it was a long ride. You all had to stop at a hotel somewhere in Oregon because it was all too much for the group.
The day you arrived, the snow was already falling but your dad assured everyone it wouldn't get too bad.
In his defense, it did stop…until that night. It was ankle by the time you all woke up. That's when Jokiam and the Nick's went out to get a ton of groceries.
You were invited, but you denied. You loved the cold, but the snow made your pants wet and it was never something you enjoyed.
“Well, if you're staying here, Noah is staying with you.”
“What?! Dad, I'm literally 20! I don't need a babysitter.
Your father went on about how you shouldn't look at it as babysitting. More as someone to “keep you safe” just in case.
You rolled your eyes. It wasn't like you hated Noah. It was quite the opposite. You didn't trust yourself around Noah.
His tattooed muscles and deep voice was enough to send you into a frenzy. It made your cunt soaked and your knees weak.
Your dad left before you could protest once again.
“Well, looks like it's just me and you, y/n.” Noah said, his arms dropping to his side.
You sighed and went up the wooden stairs that led to your room.
“Don't look so happy about it!” He chuckled from the living room.
You smacked against your bed, letting out a sigh and covered your face.
You decided to busy yourself with reading one of the multiple books you brought with you.
You had picked up “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens. It truly was a classic, but you hadn't read it before.
About 30 pages in and you noticed the sun starting to set. You had called your dad, wondering where he and the other guys had gone and what was taking so long.
“The road is blocked. We tried going around, but it looks like we'll have to get a hotel for the night. Sorry, hun. We'll be back as soon as possible.”
“So I'm here. Alone. With Noah?”
“Honestly, I'm not sure what your problem is with him! He's nice, y/n.”
After conversing (bickering) for a couple more minutes, your dad had to go.
You knew you'd have to go tell Noah. You were already changed into your pajamas and just wanted the night to end so your body and mind wouldn't have to go through the torture of being alone with him.
Being alone with his warm body..his cologne, which you could smell every time you walked passed him. His fingers, his hair���
You shook your head, ridding the thoughts from your conscience as you walked down the stairs, you heard him giggling at his phone.
His hair was long and gorgeous, it was all put up into a claw clip. You would have stood there and appreciated him from afar forever if he didn't notice you.
“Oh, um, Noah, my dad and the guys are stuck because of the storm. They're getting a hotel for the night and- AH!!”
Your eyes went wide as the lights in the house shut off.
“Fuck. It's okay, y/n. It's just the storm.”
Noah found his way to you, pulling your shaking and anxious body into his arms.
You were terrified of the dark. This was the worst possible scenario to find yourself in. You took in Noah's scent. His cologne was soothing.
“I have to find some..fucking, like..candles or some shit.”
You laughed at his tone. He sounded so clueless, like he was wracking his brain trying to figure out what to do.
“Here, take my phone, use the flashlight until I'm back. You gunna be okay, angel?” His hand caressed your face as he sat you down on the couch.
You nodded and took in what he just said. Angel? He had never called you any pet names before. You figured it was just the situation, possibly making him more sympathetic towards you.
You heard him rummaging through boxes as you sat on the couch. It was so fucking cold, you couldn't help but shiver. You had a sweater on but you could feel the coldness seep in through the fabric.
“Okay, I have candles set up in both of our rooms. We can hang out together until you are ready to go to bed. Sound good?” His voice was low and seemingly sounded caring.
It almost made your heart flutter. He took your hand and you stuck to him like a magnet. He must have felt you shiver against him in the process, because he helped you under the covers once you reached his room.
The candles helped tremendously, the room was lowly visible, it was better than the pitch black of the living room.
He crawled under the blanket with you.
“Noah? You don't-”
“Shut up…you're cold. That's all.”
You nodded and sighed as his arms wrapped around you. His hand came up, petting your hair.
You both started small talk. It was comfortable, not awkward and weird like it was with other people.
You looked up at him.
“I guess I am kinda glad you stayed here with me..” You gave him a sheepish smile.
“Oh yeah? You better be.”
Your body was warm now, no need to be in the position you were in, other than the factor of comfort.
Something switched in his eyes, as it did with yours. Your thoughts were once again running wild.
This is wrong. This is so wrong. He's twice your age, he's your dads friend. Your friends would consider him an old man for god's sake!
There was a burning deep in your stomach. Somehow, you understood that Noah felt it too. Your hands, which were once curled up into your chest, now rest upon Noah's bare chest.
You weren't sure when he took it off, but you didn't have any reason to complain. You were subconsciously tracing the lines of his tattoos. Noah pulled you closer and lowered his hand, now resting on your hip.
Your hand felt every dip and curve of his skin as it went up to cradle his face.
“I don't wanna sleep alone tonight..” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear as if others were in the house.
He looked your face up and down before softly pressing your lips together. The kiss was intense and hot while at the same time, soft and sweet. Your lips intertwined together felt so right. Like this is where you were supposed to be.
You pulled away, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“You don't have to, angel.” He smiled before connecting your lips once more.
Your arms wrapped around his neck. This kiss wasn't like the last one. It was hungry and needy. Your tongues danced together and you pushed yourself against his body, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.
His hands dipped into your sweatpants, grasping at your ass. His hands were so warm, like fire on your skin.
It all unfolded so fast. You started to grind your hips against his growing bulge.
“I've been waiting for you for so long, y/n.” He was out of breath, the distance between your two faces felt stuffy and crowded but neither of you had anything to say about it.
“You have no idea…” You smiled back, your fingers now doing the same as his and peeping into his pants.
“Let me have it, please.” You said, palming at his bulge through his boxers.
He was quick to remove his bottom clothing along with yours. You didn't move from the position you were in. You threw your leg over Noah's hip, giving him full access.
He slid his tip throughout your wetness, hoping to make it easy to push into you.
As he did so, you gasped. He was thick and the perfect length. It stretched you out perfect.
You softly whined, moving your hips ever so slightly, hoping he would catch on.
He gasped as he started to fuck into you. The space between you felt almost non-existent. Your lips were ghosting over each other with each thrust Noah gave you.
Your breathy moans were hitting Noah's face. His jaw clenched and he littered your neck with open mouthed kisses.
“Oh fuck, this is so wrong.” You muttered.
“I don't care. You're too perfect for my cock.” Noah's words were low and caring, yet so deep and almost like he was growling.
Your heart felt like it was going to explode and your stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots.
“Don't. Not yet, baby. Don't want this to end…fucking ever..” Noah pulled you in closer and put his full body into his thrusts.
His body was grinding against yourself and his skin felt hot radiating onto yours.
Noah was barely visible under the candle lit room, but you could see every facial expression ever so slightly. His hair was sticking to his forehead.
It felt euphoric. It felt un-fucking-real. With previous partners, it had never felt like this. It felt like you were off some kind of party drug. Noah's cock was doing this to you? You almost couldn't believe it.
Noah's fingernails were digging into your skin on your hips, slowly dragging across your body.
The soft burn the scratches Noah gave you were all too much.
Noah, seemingly knowing you were close, barely sped up.
You dug your fingers into his shoulders before entering your orgasm. Your body convulsed against him. You felt Noah's cock pump thick ropes of his babies into you.
His grunts and jagged hip movements made you weak.
As you came down and back to reality, your chest was heaving and Noah gave you a kiss on your forehead.
“I can’t believe we did that.” Noah chuckled.
You laughed and rolled your eyes.
“You're my secret.” You said, kissing his chest.
“And you're mine, angel.”
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idwt-money · 2 months ago
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Cabin Fever
It was cold and snowy outside. It was mid-winter and your dad, Joakim, thought it'd be a good idea to go out to his cabin in Washington. None of you expected it to snow this much, but nonetheless, it did.
You tried telling him over and over that it wasn't a good idea, but the stubborn man he was, you and the band packed your bags and made the trip.
You all lived in LA, so the trip wasn't horrible, but it was undoubtedly cramped. you were squished between Noah and Nicholas.
Nicholas was considerably tall compared to you, but Noah was a giant. A giant with spider-like legs.
“Noah move your legs!”
“I'm really trying! There's not much space here!!” Noah whined as Nicholas laughed at your bickering.
Without saying, it was a long ride. You all had to stop at a hotel somewhere in Oregon because it was all too much for the group.
The day you arrived, the snow was already falling but your dad assured everyone it wouldn't get too bad.
In his defense, it did stop…until that night. It was ankle by the time you all woke up. That's when Jokiam and the Nick's went out to get a ton of groceries.
You were invited, but you denied. You loved the cold, but the snow made your pants wet and it was never something you enjoyed.
“Well, if you're staying here, Noah is staying with you.”
“What?! Dad, I'm literally 20! I don't need a babysitter.
Your father went on about how you shouldn't look at it as babysitting. More as someone to “keep you safe” just in case.
You rolled your eyes. It was like you hated Noah. It was quite the opposite. You didn't trust yourself around Noah.
His tattooed muscles and deep voice was enough to send you into a frenzy. It made your cunt soaked and your knees weak.
Your dad left before you could protest once again.
“Well, looks like it's just me and you, y/n.” Noah said, his arms dropping to his side.
You sighed and went up the wooden stairs that led to your room.
“Don't look so happy about it!” He chuckled from the living room.
You smacked against your bed, letting out a sigh and covered your face.
You decided to busy yourself with reading one of the multiple books you brought with you.
You had picked up “A Christmas Carol” by Charles Dickens. It truly was a classic, but you hadn't read it before.
About 30 pages in and you noticed the sun starting to set. You had called your dad, wondering where he and the other guys had gone and what was taking so long.
“The road is blocked. We tried going around, but it looks like we'll have to get a hotel for the night. Sorry, hun. We'll be back as soon as possible.”
“So I'm here. Alone. With Noah?”
“Honestly, I'm not sure what your problem is with him! He's nice, y/n.”
After conversing (bickering) for a couple more minutes, your dad had to go.
You knew you'd have to go tell Noah. You were already changed into your pajamas and just wanted the night to end so your body and mind wouldn't have to go through the torture of being alone with him.
Being alone with his warm body..his cologne, which you could smell every time you walked passed him. His fingers, his hair…
You shook your head, ridding the thoughts from your conscience as you walked down the stairs, you heard him giggling at his phone.
His hair was long and gorgeous, it was all put up into a claw clip. You would have stood there and appreciated him from afar forever if he didn't notice you.
“Oh, um, Noah, my dad and the guys are stuck because of the storm. They're getting a hotel for the night and- AH!!”
Your eyes went wide as the lights in the house shut off.
“Fuck. It's okay, y/n. It's just the storm.”
Noah found his way to you, pulling your shaking and anxious body into his arms.
You were terrified of the dark. This was the worst possible scenario to find yourself in. You took in Noah's scent. His cologne was soothing.
“I have to find some..fucking, like..candles or some shit.”
You laughed at his tone. He sounded so clueless, like he was wracking his brain trying to figure out what to do.
“Here, take my phone, use the flashlight until I'm back. You gunna be okay, angel?” His hand caressed your face as he sat you down on the couch.
You nodded and took in what he just said. Angel? He had never called you any pet names before. You figured it was just the situation, possibly making him more sympathetic towards you.
You heard him rummaging through boxes as you sat on the couch. It was so fucking cold, you couldn't help but shiver. You had a sweater on but you could feel the coldness seep in through the fabric.
“Okay, I have candles set up in both of our rooms. We can hang out together until you are ready to go to bed. Sound good?” His voice was low and seemingly sounded caring.
It almost made your heart flutter. He took your hand and you stuck to him like a magnet. He must have felt you shiver against him in the process, because he helped you under the covers once you reached his room.
The candles helped tremendously, the room was lowly visible, it was better than the pitch black of the living room.
He crawled under the blanket with you.
“Noah? You don't-”
“Shut up…you're cold. That's all.”
You nodded and sighed as his arms wrapped around you. His hand came up, petting your hair.
You both started small talk. It was comfortable, not awkward and weird like it was with other people.
You looked up at him.
“I guess I am kinda glad you stayed here with me..” You gave him a sheepish smile.
“Oh yeah? You better be.”
Your body was warm now, no need to be in the position you were in, other than the factor of comfort.
Something switched in his eyes, as it did with yours. Your thoughts were once again running wild.
This is wrong. This is so wrong. He's twice your age, he's your dads friend. Your friends would consider him an old man for god's sake!
There was a burning deep in your stomach. Somehow, you understood that Noah felt it too. Your hands, which were once curled up into your chest, now rest upon Noah's bare chest.
You weren't sure when he took it off, but you didn't have any reason to complain. You were subconsciously tracing the lines of his tattoos. Noah pulled you closer and lowered his hand, now resting on your hip.
Your hand felt every dip and curve of his skin as it went up to cradle his face.
“I don't wanna sleep alone tonight..” You whispered, only loud enough for him to hear as if others were in the house.
He looked your face up and down before softly pressing your lips together. The kiss was intense and hot while at the same time, soft and sweet. Your lips intertwined together felt so right. Like this is where you were supposed to be.
You pulled away, swallowing the lump in your throat.
“You don't have to, angel.” He smiled before connecting your lips once more.
Your arms wrapped around his neck. This kiss wasn't like the last one. It was hungry and needy. Your tongues danced together and you pushed yourself against his body, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible.
His hands dipped into your sweatpants, grasping at your ass. His hands were so warm, like fire on your skin.
It all unfolded so fast. You started to grind your hips against his growing bulge.
“I've been waiting for you for so long, y/n.” He was out of breath, the distance between your two faces felt stuffy and crowded but neither of you had anything to say about it.
“You have no idea…” You smiled back, your fingers now doing the same as his and peeping into his pants.
“Let me have it, please.” You said, palming at his bulge through his boxers.
He was quick to remove his bottom clothing along with yours. You didn't move from the position you were in. You threw your leg over Noah's hip, giving him full access.
He slid his tip throughout your wetness, hoping to make it easy to push into you.
As he did so, you gasped. He was thick and the perfect length. It stretched you out perfect.
You softly whined, moving your hips ever so slightly, hoping he would catch on.
He gasped as he started to fuck into you. The space between you felt almost non-existent. Your lips were ghosting over each other with each thrust Noah gave you.
Your breathy moans were hitting Noah's face. His jaw clenched and he littered your neck with open mouthed kisses.
“Oh fuck, this is so wrong.” You muttered.
“I don't care. You're too perfect for my cock.” Noah's words were low and caring, yet so deep and almost like he was growling.
Your heart felt like it was going to explode and your stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots.
“Don't. Not yet, baby. Don't want this to end…fucking ever..” Noah pulled you in closer and put his full body into his thrusts.
His body was grinding against yourself and his skin felt hot radiating onto yours.
Noah was barely visible under the candle lit room, but you could see every facial expression ever so slightly. His hair was sticking to his forehead.
It felt euphoric. It felt un-fucking-real. With previous partners, it had never felt like this. It felt like you were off some kind of party drug. Noah's cock was doing this to you? You almost couldn't believe it.
Noah's fingernails were digging into your skin on your hips, slowly dragging across your body.
The soft burn the scratches Noah gave you were all too much.
Noah, seemingly knowing you were close, barely sped up.
You dug your fingers into his shoulders before entering your orgasm. Your body convulsed against him. You felt Noah's cock pump thick ropes of his babies into you.
His grunts and jagged hip movements made you weak.
As you came down and back to reality, your chest was heaving and Noah gave you a kiss on your forehead.
“I can’t believe we did that.” Noah chuckled.
You laughed and rolled your eyes.
“You're my secret.” You said, kissing his chest.
“And you're mine, angel.”
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idwt-money · 3 months ago
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18+ blurb mdni
cw: (extreme-ish) choking, slapping, degradation
thinking about really mean (but so sweet outside of sex) and dom noah, who pushes you so hard you cant manage to speak or think. all you can think about is the nearly inhumane speeds his hips are moving and how fucking good he feels inside of you.
"this is my pussy, understand?" he could barely speak between the huffs he was letting out. when you didnt answer, he gave you a smack to your face, gaining your attention to the words you missed.
"yes, sir! oh my god yes!!"
when it all gets too much, (if he's nice) he'll let you shake and cry through your orgasm because he loves to watch what his cock does to you.
he'll choke you, your lips turning blue because of how well he's doing it. it makes your orgasm feel even better.
"my fucking bitch. i get to do whatever i want with you." he'll tell you when you finally come down for your high and starting his. his face falls relaxed but his body tenses as his cock twitches as he lets his ropes of cum fill you full.
after the fact, he's so soft and gentle with you, he kisses wherever he slapped you and ask at least 3 times "are you okay?" "was i too rough?" "baby, promise you're okay?"
after assuring him you enjoyed every piece and bit of it, he'll get you your favorite ice cream or popsicles and help you dry the tears that fell during your orgasm.
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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Noah accidentally walking in on you and Nicky getting hot and heavy after smoking a little too much and he’s so embarrassed and apologetic and then the next thing he knows he’s involved.
AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH
nick's got you pinned down, clothes off, and kissing you wherever his lips can reach. he's usually shy and nervous, but that's totally different when he's stoned. he's possessive, needy, and dominant when he's had a good smoke.
he has his hand over your mouth. noah is staying over for the night, so if you want him to rearrange your guts, ya gotta be a bit quieter than usual even though he'd die to hear you scream his name.
he's about to start fucking sucking the life out of your clit until the door barges open. noah and his fucking lack of knowing what knocking is.
he sees the sight, and you can see the instant shift of wanting to ask nick something to "holy fucking shit what did i just walk in on"
he's a stammering mess, trying to apologize. he wants to leave to give you both privacy but god damn you both look so good he just wants to stare like O_O
you and nick share a rather interested look. i mean.... what's better than one guy fucking you? two guys fucking you!!!!! you coax noah to come over and he's immediately walking over like a lost puppy. it's got you and nick worked tf up.
nick opens his mouth to tell noah how you like to be ate out, but this man is a frequent pussy worshiping slut. he doesn't need any kind of instruction. he puts your legs on his broad ass shoulders and goes to fucking town.
it's so overwhelmingly good, feeling his tongue flatten against you as he closes his eyes. he's drowning in your taste, savoring everything you're giving him. you can feel yourself falling apart when nick glides two fingers into you. it's just so much, but you don't want it to stop!! they are giving you the best experience ever and it's so exciting <33
nick has to grab noah's hair and pull him away to start fucking you. noah happily takes his place underneath you while nick is in between your legs. it's got nick all flustered, seeing the love of his life lying on top of his best friend, spread out, and ready to be dicked down. his head is all fuzzy from just the sight alone.
they build a perfect rhythm in meer seconds. when nick thrusts into you, noah pulls out. when noah thrusts in, nick pulls out. It's a perfect way to make sure you're not empty. they've gotta keep the slut nice and full of cock <33
the feeling and sensations inside you are so fucking intense. they're moving so fast and so hard that all you can do is go limp and moan with the occasional moan of their names.
noah has his hand around your throat, squeezing the sides of it as he approaches his orgasm. he's rambling on in your ear about how he's gonna cum and fill you up so you can feel him for days :((( it's turning nick on seeing you fall apart for both of them but he holds off. he wants you two to cum first!!
it happens so fast!! noah cums so deep inside you and it's got you shivering from the pleasure. with nick still thrusting, noah moves his hand to your clit and goes fucking hard on it. that's all it took for you to cum all over nick's cock. you can see the love and the excitement in his eyes. he's having the time of his life :(( he just loves you both so much!!!
he grips onto your hips and thrusts just a few more times before he cums deep into you as well. he's dragged down onto the bed by noah as he takes it upon himself to clean you and nick up.
he doesn't want to overstimulate either of you, so instead of his mouth, he opts for a warm towel to wipe you both clean. he's littering you both with kisses and words of gratitude for letting him experience such amazing feelings with you both.
when he's done. he moves back onto the bed and holds you both to him. he plants kisses on both of your heads. his heart is beaming with love :(( you both mean so so much to him <33
even though he's the one holding you both and whatnot. he falls asleep first. it's the cutest sight, seeing him blissed out and relaxed <33
you and nick share one last look, telling each other that this will, in fact, happen again <33
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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GUYS THE IDEAS ARE JUST FLOWIN OUTTA MY HEAD. NOAH BEING PUSSY WHIPPED???
18+
Noah being so pussy whipped its all he can think about!!
Coming home from the studio? Hes between your thighs. Just got done working out? He's busy eating you out. What..? It's a reward to himself!
Its been 30 minutes since Noah's gotten down on his knees in your guys' livingroom to eat your pussy. He LITERALLY cannot get enough. The way you taste, the way you smell, the wet noises it makes when he glides his tongue across you. The way you grip his hair when its all starting to become too much.
"Fuck..oh my fucking god, baby. Angel, I cant get enough of you. It's all mine."
This man would cum untouched just from eating you out.
He looked at you as a 5 star restaurant and he ate until he was full.
There had been times where you were in absolute shambles, tear stained cheeks and legs shaking because he's just too. good.
He would even beg for it now and then.
"Baby, please? I missed you so much today."
"C’mon...let me see her. My pretty pussy? You know i'll treat her right..."
When he was on tour and unable to devour you whole, you'd send him surprise pictures of it. Having your pussy on full display for him. A couple times youd sent him pics right before he went on stage and youd never seen him give such a performance. His screams were clear as day and his growls came from the deepest corner of his diaphram.
At the end of the day, you'd think Noah loved your pussy more than he loved you!
But, you knew that wasnt the case. And you definitely never minded the treatment 🤷‍♀️
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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i have this idea about noah just absolutely babying the shit out of y/n during their spicy time. i cant get it out of my head 😩
Omg he so would too.
18+
"Oh, my sweet baby. Youre doing so good for me."
Noah was always so gentle with you, his hands had never left a bruise or scratch on your precious skin. Mid sex he would slow his pace just to cradle your face in his hands and give your forehead a kiss.
"You take me so well, my princess. You feel so so good around me. You were made just for me."
He would always praise you and make sure to put you and your pleasure first. His voice was so soft, never giving off a harsh tone.
You were everything he'd ever hope and dreamed about. He treated you like you were glass and you never ever minded it.
Noah knew you were a sensitive girl, needing a bit of extra love and he knew he could give it to you everyday until the day he was laid in his grave.
His hands would softly grab at your hips when you rode him, watching your body move up and down, back and forth as you did so.
He would leave tiny love bites across your chest, giving small reminders of the love he had bestowed upon you the night prior.
Everytime he had an orgasm he would thank you for giving it to him.
"Thank you, angel. So sweet to me." With a kiss on your forehead.
He would ask if you were okay, if you were hungry, if you were thirsty and wouldn't even let you think about putting your clothes back on yourself. (if you decided to put them back on).
After the fact, he would let you lay on his chest, playing with your hair. He would even quietly sing your favorite songs to you as you fell asleep.
"So so precious to me. My sweet little baby."
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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"giving us both what we want"
OH GODDDD 😍
random thought but
hypothetically speaking i think noah would absolutely get you to ride his thigh and then pause to laugh and make a joke abt how you’re riding itachi’s face bc of his tattoo idk that’s just me
I think about this OFTEN. Also, I know it’s not Thursday but I need these today because it’s been a rough morning. And it’s not even 11 am.
So for you, enjoy this little bit I whipped up. It’s a bit of a long one and I typed it on my phone so I apologize for any mistakes.
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You sat on the couch with Noah, both of you on far ends of it. The space between you two telling of the relationship between the two of you.
You despised him. And him you. You always bickered about everything but since you were Folio’s younger sister. He had to deal with you.
It was a nice day with everyone, a pool party at Noah’s place. But now in the late evening, everyone had stalked up to bed besides you two. Both watching a movie on the television and not saying a word to each other. It was always like this, both of you feeling the tension but never saying anything. You wanted him so bad but knew he wouldn’t give you the time of day since you were his best friends little sister.
But Noah wanted you so bad. He needed to make you his but he couldn’t. You were his best friends little sister.
The movie you were watching had a particular intense sex scene making you squirm in your seat, something Noah picked up on. He’d been wearing his short black swim trunks all day making you hot all over. Showcasing his thigh tattoo.
“Everything alright?” His deep voice broke through the darkness.
Your eyes snapped over to him, trying not to gawk at his thighs on display now. “Totally fine.”
“Then why are your cheeks flushed and your breath short. Is this turning you on?” He motioned to the movie.
You snorted. “Please. This is amateur.”
“Really?” His brow quirked. “Then why are your thighs clenched?”
“Maybe because I spent all day look at you in a swim suit and wet.”
You eyes widened when you realize what you just said. Noah’s lips broke out in a wide smirk.
“I-I-uh. I meant all of you guys. Not just you.” You stuttered while rubbing your hands up and down your thighs that did nothing to help your already aroused state.
He hooked a finger at you. “Come here.”
Your eyes snapped over to him and to his shorts where his cock was pressing very hard against his short.
Probably from the movie you thought to yourself.
“I’m good.” You crossed your arms over your breasts, them getting pushed up in your tank top.
Noah growled before reaching for you and forcing you on his lap.
“What are you doing?” You asked, hovering over his exposed thigh.
“Giving us both what we want,” was all he said while hooking a finger in the waist pant of your sleep shorts.
His eyes met yours in a silent question.
Is this alright?
You quickly nodded, not caring if it showed him how desperate you were for this. Almost as quickly he removed your shorts and panties, bare pussy now ghosting over the tattoo on his thigh.
“Admit it, Angel. You’ve wanted this,” Noah breathed over your neck.
The nickname made your head spin and spine tingle. He’d never called you that but suddenly, you wished he would never stop.
All you could do was nod, feeling the tight grip of his fingers against your hips.
“Fuck off,” you shot back.
One hand left your hip to gather in your hair, ripping your head back to expose your neck to him causing you to hiss out in pleasure.
“Stop being a little brat and rub your dripping cunt all over my thigh,” he demanded with a bite to your neck.
At first contact with his warm skin, your pussy clenched around nothing and you shivered in his tight embrace. One had in your hair and the other guiding your hips back and forth, you could feel your body ready to explode. All day you’d been on edge watching Noah walk around with those tight swim trunks and now, feeling his thigh against your aching clit was enough to tip you over the edge.
“Noah,” you panted, your hair still in his vice grip. “I’m so close.”
A deep noise rumbled in his chest. You thought it was a moan. But in fact, it was a laugh. A deep belly laugh.
“I just noticed your face fucking Itachi.”
Your hips stalled for a moment and he let go of your hair, so you could glance down and see.
“Way to ruin the moment.” You almost whined because you were so close.
Your squeals echoed in the living room and he lifted you in his arms and began carrying you to his bedroom.
“It’s a good thing we’ve got all night, angel. Because I’m not letting you go.”
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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blurbs 💫
- noah on break (sfw)
- your drummer (18+ nsfw)
- i see through you (18+ nsfw)
- painting his nails (sfw)
- hair pulling (18+ nsfw)
- dr noah (18+ nsfw)
- sweet with it (18+ nsfw)
- pussy whipped (18+ nsfw)
- mean, dom noah (18+ nsfw)
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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since the boys are on break right now, heres some cute fluff of what i think noah on a break is like. 💫🫀
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"shhh he's sleeping.." you shushed nick as he walked in.
Noah had been having a hard time with this tour and youd watched him slowly exhaust himself.
he was barely sleeping, with all the traveling, going state to state. half of the time he had barely anytime to call or talk to you while on the road.
although he and the boys and taken a well deserved break, he was still up and bouncing himself around until the ost album dropped.
the last week or so, he basically crashed. you'd never seen a human sleep as much as he was. you didn't mind at all. he was finally back in your arms.
your sweet boy. your whole world.
your fingers ran through his hair as the soft sounds of his breathing filled your ears.
you were watching some anime, Noah had found a comfy spot in your lap and within 30 minutes he was out like a light.
"how do you deal with it?" nick said, looking up from noah to you.
"deal with what?" a chuckled left your mouth, almost not believing the question.
"he's been home for what? a week? and all he's done is sleep. have you even had a real conversation?"
"shut the fuck up nick. you saw how overworked he was. all that matters is that he's home. i dont need anything else from him. i'm more than happy to let him rest."
nick sighed and left the room, leaving you and your boyfriend. letting you bask in his presence.
you giggled at the cookie crumbs on the side of his mouth, thinking about how he was stuffing 2 cookies in his mouth at once.
"babe!! y/n! babe!! look haha!!" he said as he shoved 2 cookies into his mouth.
it ended up with him chugging milk due to almost choking from laughing at his own antics.
you were so thankful he was home, finally getting the rest he needed.
you leaned down, giving him a kissing on his temple before getting comfy yourself and falling asleep with him.
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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oh im just missing his long hair :(
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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ive had this actually happen to me
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FUCKING MOOD
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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may god be a lil helpful with this drop🙏🏻
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idwt-money · 5 months ago
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i think we all skipped over this way too quick. he looks so fucking yummy jesus CHRISTTT
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idwt-money · 6 months ago
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(although a couple days late) i want to wish the best for Noah, burnout is an insane thing. i hope he gets the will deserved rest and peace he deserves over this break. we can always get more shows but wen only get one Noah. i truly hope he takes his time in his recovery. all the best wishes!!
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