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i wish i could listen to bad omens for the first time again

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i miss it here 🥺

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how have i never seen this before??? HELLO????

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goodbye friend

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 — can you see yourself?

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Look at me, Listen to me (18+)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: smut, soft dom!noah

Word Count: 104

Notes: i’ve just been having a lot of thoughts so i wrote a super short blurb? drabble? to get it out of my system.

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Noah’s body hovered above your own, your faces so close that you were almost nose to nose. Your eyes closed as you anticipated his touch. “Look at me.” His hushed words caressed your lips like a warm summer breeze. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his own. They were dark and filled with lust, yet contained a certain softness. He didn’t break eye contact. “Listen to me,” he whispered as you felt him push in. Your breath hitched, eyes rolling back as you felt the delicious stretch. “Breathe,” he sighed, adjusting to the all consuming feeling of you, doing his best to keep his composure.

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FANFIC RECS FOR NICK FOLIO'S BIRTHDAY!

Below are a list of amazing Folio fics! Feel free reblog to add your favs too!💜list only in alphabetical order - for my brain lol 18+ MDNI

Sweater weather - @collapsedglasshouses

Softly Know Me - @darksigns-exe

@deathblacksmoke

the crazier i came Lets get swallowed whole

Bet on Me - @dethronetheveil

Silk - @kingdomof-omens

Shotgun - @malice-ov-mercy

@measuredingold

fallingforyou i think i’m in love

nightmare - @meekahy

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loving you easy limoncello💛

Threefold Desires - @sorrowsofsilence

@the-way-of-words

flustered sing a song for california

@to-be-written

Broken Will You Marry Me One Last Time?

@withcrossesandframes

Double Time Never Just Friends: OBX

You can find all of my Folio fics HERE

Happy reading!! 💜

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baby reid is so baby deer coded

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" We're looking for a white male, approximately mid to late 30s, between 5"6 to 6"2 "

" wheels up in 30 "

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

oh dear. time flies i guess. 😳

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it's been hard getting back into writing recently but I have some disgusting meandom! noah thoughts I'd like to share with the class..

18+! cw/tw: mean dom! Noah, brat tamer! Noah, established relationship, degrading, spitting, p**sy slapping, spanking, fingering, d/s dynamics, Noah is really mean.. like really mean.

This ain't even half the thoughts in my head..

This is all consensual and pls always make sure to practice safe consensual sex, have safe words in place and boundaries, this is rough and if it's too much please don't read.🫶

All day you've teased him with a bratty attitude and not to mention he knows you refused to put on panties today under that short skirt of yours.

He's bending you over the kitchen counter, your toes barely touching the floor as he flips your skirt up and the sting on your ass burns so good. This is all you've wanted and you can't help the smile that plasters on your face knowing you've pushed his limits, until another sharp sting arises on your other ass cheek. Your cheek pressed against the cool granite of the counter top.

"Such a fucking brat today, if you wanted dick you could have just asked for it instead of acting like a slut" he seethes, spreading your ass and tsking at the way your hips rise towards him. "Dirty little thing, you need something stuffed in this pussy don't you?" his long fingers ran through your folds collecting your wetness before moving back down and rubbing at your swollen clit. You gasp feeling a sting at your cunt, "Give me your words." "Yes sir." you whine, defeated. "Good, very good."

His fingers spread your pussy, letting out a satisfied sound at the glisten of your arousal, all you wanted was his fucking tongue and all this teasing and waiting was driving you fucking insane. You wanted to scream and cry, until you hear the obscene sound and gasp again feeling the cool saliva hit your cunt, he watched the way your walls tighten around nothing. "Such a pretty little pussy, so wet for me baby" a finger slips inside with ease and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

His finger curled in the perfect spots, driving you so close to your orgasm you trembled beneath him, "Is my little brat gonna come for me?" you cry out as he curls his fingers, brushing your sweet spot, "Yes, fuck yes Noah I'm so close, please" you whine.

"Well brats don't get to come" he withdrawals his fingers and your high comes crashing down, your body aching at the emptiness. "Straighten up that brattiness and maybe you'll get what you want at the end of the day."

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daily fave folio 💕

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nick folio

that’s it that’s the post

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I don’t want to see one ounce of drama from this. Bad Omens deserve to take the rest of the year off. This isn’t babying or white knighting, it’s the fact that Bad Omens have been working non stop the last few years and their health(mental and physical) always comes first. No matter what.

If you don’t like it, you can block me.

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If you are a fan fic writer and you're alright with people making fan art of your fic, reblog this 💚

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It’s Complicated, My Darling - Chapter 1

Chpt. 1: “Cat got your tongue, doll?”

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC (Ada Chapman)

Word count: 1.6K

Chapter Warnings: brief mention of war, slightly suggestive, explicit language, fluff

Series master list

(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 20th 1941

New York City, USA

7:00 am

Dear Diary,

Yesterday is still a haze and I barely slept all night, tossing and turning thinking about him. I still can’t believe my luck or lack thereof. Things are always too good to be true and yesterday proved that. God damn you, Nick. It had to be you didn’t it? Who am I kidding, we met once and he’s cute but that’s it. I don’t know him, he was just an attractive man on the train who just so happens to be the man I’m being told to track. It can’t be so different from any other mission, can it? I can do this, I’m bloody brilliant at this job and this mission will be a piece of cake, I hope.

In other news, Dad sent another letter. He thinks they might have to evacuate soon, after the raid on the Portsmouth docs the whole town is on edge but hopefully, it won’t come to that. Denis is already missing and I don’t know what I’d do if I lost Dad and Peggy too. I can’t think about that, I shouldn’t.

Anyway, I’ll be back tomorrow. 

I’m sure I’ll have a more interesting update after I’ve started my undercover work today,

Ada

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The Precinct, 9:30 am

My train was delayed today, my first day on the cover job and I’m already late. Great first impression Ada! 

“Miss Chapman, I presume?” a middle-aged man, with a not-so-flattering navy blue suit and a grey homburg hat that he definitely should’ve thrown away in the 30s, calls my name from across the ground floor.

“A little late but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt considering It’s your first day”. By the affirmative tone of his low, grumbling voice, I assume he’s the captain; Michael Brewer. I wonder if he knows he’s missing a button on his shirt?

“Yes sir, nice to meet you. Apologies for my Tardiness” “Please follow me, I’ll take you to your desk so you can settle in. We run a tight ship here Chapman and I expect the very best from my employees, no less. let's hope you can keep up” I internally snicker at the tight ship remark. If it truly was a tight ship, I wouldn’t be here. If not for the fact I’m here undercover, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid at that sentence; but something about it unsettles me. Alarm bells ring in my head. Michael will be on my watch list.

The tour is pretty mundane, I’ve only been hired as the secretary for my department so there’s no need for me to see the entirety of the precinct however, one room, in particular, catches my eye. The captain’s office, I’ll have to make a mental note of its whereabouts. Michael has been rambling on about the pride and joy of the precinct, and how he’s “built a family he can trust”; I refrain from laughing, being late on my first day is one thing but being fired for rudeness on the first day? I think I’ll pass. Before I know it, We’ve already reached my department floor. It’s nothing too extravagant but it’s certainly the biggest. The criminal investigation department has the most employees in the entire precinct, from the constable to the detective team, the sergeant, translators, the medical examiners and then there’s me, the secretary. I know Nick is a detective and, in fact, I’m pretty sure he’s the lead detective. Speaking of him, I wonder if he’s in today?

Before I can allow myself to get carried away with my wondering thoughts, Michael finally finishes his boastful rant and shows me to my desk.

“Right chapman, this is your desk. You’ll be doing the majority of your administrative work here but it’s important to store any important and private documents in the file room and I expect them to be logged at the end of each shift. Understood?” Having to lock them away might be a slight problem, I need solid evidence for this case but having access to the file room could be beneficial.

“Yes sir”

“I’ll leave you to settle in and meet your colleagues, we’re happy to have you, Chapman”

“Well look who it is!” an oh-so-familiar voice averts my attention, making me turn away from my desk.

“Nick? Uh I mean Mr Folio” Addressing another boss of mine by his first name, today is just tip-top.

“What’s with the formalities Doll? Please everyone calls me Nick around here, Mr Folio sounds way too formal for my liking”. My breath hitches and I chew on my bottom lip as he calls me ‘doll’. Doll, I like the sound of that. He looks extra sexy today. Sure he looked handsome in a black tank top, but now? He’s wearing a white spear point collard dress shirt paired with navy blue suit trousers with white stripes, a brown, white dotted tie and brown leather oxfords. I can’t help but stare, the top two buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, showing off his tanned, veiny arms. Heat flushes across my body down to my core, he’s hot. Real hot and I’m flustered. 

“Cat got your tongue, doll?” He smirks. There’s that damned nickname again.

Everything about him entices me and I know these feelings are wrong, but I just can’t help myself. I’m supposed to be working against him, spying on him and digging for info but he’s just so sweet to look at.

“Sorry just a little tired, what did you say?”

“I said I was about to go on lunch and you owe me a lunch date, care to join?” A date? I’m sure it’s just a figure of speech.

“Sure! You’ll have to pick where we go, I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the city yet” Nick quickly grabs his suit jacket and grey fedora from his desk at the back of the room and gently puts his hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the precinct. A tingle surges up my spine at the light contact, causing a slight shiver.

Nick takes me to a cute little diner about a block away. There’s a yellow and red sign that reads “Fred’s cafe & diner” and a couple of cars parked out front including a new, mint green chevrolet fleetline. Dad told me about these new cars in one of his letters, he thinks they’re an eyesore but I quite like them. 

We settle into a small booth in the corner, right by the window that overlooks the narrow street next to the diner. I’m conflicted, I’m sat across from one of the most, if not the most, handsome men I’ve ever met. His eyes are so dreamy; he’s practically eye-fucking me from across the table, looking down ever so slightly at my lips, as I make small talk about the fleetline out front, and my stomach turns to goo. I begin to wonder what what his lips taste like, how he’d look pushing me up against the wall; but it’s a fleeting thought. Stay on track Ada. A waitress takes our orders and there’s a tense silence among us.“So doll, how are you enjoying the city so far?” I wish he’d stop calling that.

“It’s not too bad, I really miss the beach and my family but I love the livelihood here. It's a nice change” Home, I miss home. All I want is to hug Peggy and Dad but until the war is over, this is home in the meantime.

“Damn I don’t know why you’d pass up the seaside to live here of all places, but I’m glad you did” Leaning forward on his arms, he smirks.

“Really?”

“Sure, I get to look at your pretty face every day. Sounds like a nice perk to me” He winks. My cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink whilst I find myself attempting to stop a cheesy grin from spreading across my face.

“How about you? How does life here compare to Maryland?”

“Hmm It’s good, I love the job but I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the war. I used to be a detective back in Maryland but I was relocated here to help with the war effort” Sometimes I forget about the war; moments like these make me feel normal and happy as if there’s not a single care in the world. But then I read the paper and I’m brought back to reality.

“Watch’ya thinking in that pretty little head of yours?” Concern starts to grow on his face.

“I was just thinking of home and the war, you know? I miss my family and life before it all started” My heart sinks thinking about it all.

“Oh doll, we don’t know each other too well yet and I know I can’t compare to your real home, but I promise I’ll do my best to make you a home away from home. Can’t stand to see a pretty face frown.” Is this the right guy? I mean, really? This is the so-called dangerous man who’s supposed to be stealing money from the precinct? I’ve never met such a gentle, caring soul; and not to point out the obvious but, fuck he’s handsome, I wouldn’t mind feeling his hands on my hips sometime. No, no I can’t think like that. I have a job to do, I mustn’t lose my focus. My thoughts are quickly averted as Nick says my name from across the table, signalling our lunch break is almost over. Come on Ada, snap out of it. 

“Thank you, Nick. I’m sure I’ll feel right at home with you”

With you? Shit.

 I am royally fucked.

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AN: Sorry this took so long! I was in a really long writing slump but i'm hoping to get a chapter out every two weeks (no promises). I'm really looking forward to you guys seeing what happens between Nick and ADA. Ada has very quickly become my favourite character I've ever written. Please let me know your thoughts! Again, please let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list for this series :)

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